#also update: turns our the blonde guy will go to prom with my friend

[sugaroto]

Can't believe I have to deal with prom....

I thought that shit was just in American movies

It's ridiculous tho,

The Greek version of prom, aka ~Χοροεσπερίδα~ It's ridiculous, how everyone reacts at it I mean

In any movie ever the guy🤵‍♂️ asks the girl 👰‍♀️🙀💍🧎‍♂️😎

Here, it's so...??? Mandatory?

The other day I witnessed that conversation:

👱‍♀️: [Name]! Come here!

👱‍♂️: what?

👱‍♀️: we will go to prom together ok?

👱‍♂️: why?

👱‍♀️:because you're tall and blonde and I have my hair dyed blonde now so I need a guy to match with. Also I'm gonna wear heels that's why I need someone tall

👱‍♂️: I'm not coming to prom

👱‍♀️: you will

👱‍♂️: why don't you take [Other guy who's tall and Blonde]?

👱‍♀️: no you'll come with me

👱‍♂️: What if I shave all my hair off? (So he won't come to the prom)

👱‍♀️😑: Your loss

And she was like "hmm😑 your loss, I'm awesome, you're so negative'' I mean dude? You just announced it to him?

And some days later in the bus we were talking about prom couples again and she was like "some girls are forcing boys to go with them already"

I mean??? Isn't that what you did?

Anyways, they're making a list now.

Like, anyone who doesn't have a partner will go with someone from the list

(Thankfully I'm going with my best friend so we're safe from all that drama)

And like they have all the couples there and today the school president and other kids from the council were coming to class asking if we'll dance traditional or latin

*Funny thing-

👩: Will you dance Latin?

Me: I don't know I'm dancing with [Friend] we don't know what we'll dance. I don't know if he likes Latin (also I've no idea what Latin is supposed to be)

👩: You don't have a problem with Latin tho? Do I write you down for Latin?

Me: 🤷‍♀️yeah sure

👩:OK and we'll ask [Friend] now that we're going to his classroom

And his classroom is right next to our and apparently this happened

Class president: *opens the door* [Friend] Your sister said you're dancing Latin!

Whole class: Eeh????

Everyone was like what sister, and then I guess they realized they were talking about me and they were like not his sister

It's the second time someone thinks we're related anhshshd why??😂 I mean ok, I know why, but wouldn't they know if we were twins? Firstly we don't look alike second of all we have different last names yknow?

#secret_sister_reveal

So yeah, that about the couples I guess

Now the problem is that not only do we need to find clothes but we also need to be matching

How the fuck are we gonna do that

First of all I don't even know if I'll wear a dress, I want to wear a suit or something but idk

It makes me think will we both look OK in suits?

Then he wants to wear red or burgundy

And I had said something about green, but I don't know, I don't really like green so anyway

He said I could wear black but isn't that basic? According to my mom I look good in black but Eh... idk

He said, since girls usually find their clothes first and then the boys find something to match he'll be OK with not getting red, but he said he wanted red since last year and now I feel bad to make him take something else

Like I could go in purple but does that shit match with burgundy? Will I look ok in a suit? I don't remember if I ever wore one? But dresses are uncomfortable and how the fuck am I supposed to dance in one?

Also- I'm not wearing fucking heels

Will we need to order clothes? Do they have good enough looking clothes here? I live in a small place idk

And when I mentioned purple he was like "someone else said they were going to wear purple" DUDE WE'RE ALREADY HAVING TOO MUCH TROUBLE TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE 2 OF WILL BE WEARING ARE YOU KIDDING ME? IM NOT- I CANT MATCH WITH EVERYONE

#also update: turns our the blonde guy will go to prom with my friend #(not the blonde girl who announced it to him) #prom #Χοροεσπερίδα #γ λυκειου #λύκειο #high school #sugaroto #sugarenia talks #sugarenia has friends #sugarenia school stuff #sugarenia prom #sugarenia #sugarenia thoughts

[oikawaplssteponme]

PART 1 | previously: prologue | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

rating/warnings: swearing

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: hi hi💛ahh so here is part 1 :)) so updates will hopefully be every two days or so but i can’t really promise that they will be super regular (but I’ll try). again, the taglist is open so leave a comment or send me an ask if you’d like to be added :)) and my inbox is always open for anything💕enjoy xx

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one: the basement

“I wish I was planning prom! That sounds so fun!” cheered Mina.

“Trust me if I could switch places with you I would,” you groaned. You were finally back in the dorms after your little meeting with Principal Nezu, Aizawa, and Bakugou. You were sitting in the common area with your friends.

“So you and Bakugou are gonna be spending a lot of time together then huh?” mumbled Deku. You sighed.

“Ugh don’t remind me. The absolute last thing I wanna do is spend time with that asshole.”

“I know you aren’t talking about me Y/N,” interrupted Bakugou. He approached you all, Kirishima trailing behind. You stood up to face him.

“Me? Call you an asshole? Trust me Bakugou, I could call you worse,” you smirked. Bakugou clenched his fists.

“I’d love to see you try.”

“I wouldn’t-“ said Deku, taking your arm and pulling you back into the group.

“Lucky for you Katsuki that I actually care about graduating this year so I’ll save the ass kicking for later,” you smiled sarcastically. You sat back down in your seat. Bakugou sat down across from you.

“Hey Y/N, Bakugou, Mr. Aizawa was looking for you guys,” called Denki.

“Great, what does he want now?” You groaned. You got up and walked over to Aizawa’s office.

“Wait up dumbass,” said Bakugou. You ignored him and continued to walk.

~

You knocked on the door of Mr. Aizawa’s office. Bakugou stood next to you. A tired Aizawa opened the door.

“Oh good you’re here,” he said. He waved the two of you inside of his office. Aizawa pulled out a folder overflowing with papers and a set of keys.

“This should be all the information you’ll need for planning the dance and here is the key set for the basement,” explained Aizawa. He dangled the keys in front of you two and you went to grab them but Bakugou got them before you.

“No way I’m trusting you with the keys,” he said. You let out an annoyed huff and picked up the folder.

“The basement should have old supplies that have been used for past dances. You two can spend your free time after class planning and working down there. Make sure not to lose the keys or else you’ll get locked out or in. Got it?”

You and Bakugou nodded, then excused yourself from Aizawa’s office. You began to walk back to the dorms before noticing Bakugou’s change in direction.

“Hey explosion boy, dorms are this way,” you said. Bakugou turned to face you, shaking the keys.

“No students are allowed in the basement, I wanna check it out,” he explained. You sighed and ran after him.

As expected, the basement was dark and cold. It was clear that no one ever went down there unless they had to.

“Smells like shit,” said Bakugou.

“Must be you,” you sneared.

“Fuck off.”

Bakugou and you explored the dingy basement. There were two large tables in the middle of the endless piles of boxes. You decided to take out a box and start looking through it.

“All this old stuff is crap,” you complained.

“This whole situation is crap,” said Bakugou, who was just lying down on the table.

“Finally something we can agree on,” you mumbled.

“Listen, I don’t wanna deal with you more than I have to, so how about tomorrow we just split up the work and leave each other be?” suggested Bakugou.

“Isn’t the whole point of this punishment for us to get along?” You said. Bakugou huffed.

“We both know that isn’t gonna happen so might as well get this dance over with as soon as possible.”

“Yeah like I could ever get along with someone like you,” you muttered.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

“You heard me.”

Bakugou got up from the table and stood in front of you.

“Watch it Y/N.”

“Make me.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened but he just turned around and began to leave.

“Don’t even think about trying to lock me down here Katsuki!” You rushed up the stairs just as the door began to close.

God, I hate this guy.

~

The next morning you woke up and got yourself ready for classes. You got dressed and walked to your homeroom with Uraraka. You sat down at your desk.

“Good morning Y/N!” said Deku. You gave him a small smile.

“Hi Deku.” Izuku sat down at the desk next to you.

“I heard we are doing our Hero training on the new course today,” said Deku. Your eyes widened as a hint of excitement rushed through your veins. There was nothing you loved more than showing off your skills.

“I hope we do,” you smiled.

“Maybe we could partner up-”

“HEY!” called Bakugou. You turned to look at the blond, rolling your eyes.

“What do you want?” You asked.

“After school, basement, got it?” he said. You sighed.

“Yeah I know idiot. Just leave me alone until then.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Your morning of classes went slow as usual. You ate your lunch with Deku and Iida and the others like you always did. Surprisingly enough you and Iida were pretty close friends. Somehow he was fine with dealing with you and your constant misbehaving.

“Y/N, you mustn’t stress Mr. Aizawa out anymore or else your consequences will be worse,” said Iida. You laughed.

“I doubt things could get any worse than dealing with Bakugou during my free time,” you said.

“Well he could be a powerful ally if you used your quirks together instead of against each other.” You turned to Iida, pulled his tie, and made him look you in the eye.

“Never will I work with someone like Katsuki Bakugou, got it?” You said firmly. Iida nodded quickly. You let go of him and smiled.

“Besides, he would probably just hold me back anyway.”

~

After lunch it was finally Hero training, your favorite part of the day. You went to get suited up in your Hero outfit. It was a skin tight bodysuit, colored red with black and white detailing. Your suit also came with gloves made with tantalum carbide, an extremely heat resistant material, so when you used your quirk you wouldn’t get burned. Lastly, you wore black boots and protective, yet still fashionable for your liking, sunglasses to shield your eyes from your bright explosions.

Since you needed heat to use your quirk properly, the longer you wore the suit, the more body heat and outside heat sources it would store away for when you needed to use your quirk. It was safe to say you had thought of every possible way to protect yourself.

You walked down to the new training ground with your classmates. You stood outside the gates, eager to hear what you would be doing today. Mr. Aizawa was in charge of your training today.

“Alright so today is going to be basic villain fighting 101. One team will be the heroes and the other will be the villains. Villains have someone held hostage and the hero's job is to save them and take out the villains. This is timed so if the hero’s don’t finish in time, villains win,” explained Aizawa. You all nodded in agreement.

“I have already picked your teams based on quirk compatibility. It’s often that Hero’s will have to work with other people, using both of your quirks efficiently. The teams go as follows,” Aizawa clicked a button to project the teams. You scanned the list for your name.

Group 1

Team 1: Todoroki and Midorya (villains)

Team 2: Y/N and Bakugou (heroes)

No fucking way…

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[sassycassie-s-writing]

Post-College Prom

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG/K+

Original Idea: The past is loosely based on my actual past, with names changed to protect the idiots innocents involved. The present is based on an event happening in the future XD

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) *emerges from the depths of the internet to break hiatus for a moment* Hello! I’m back! For the first time in a while, I have something to write! I’ve been working on a lot of original projects recently, but with the virus outbreak and the social distancing/quarantine thing, I had an idea to make a one-shot! Shoutout to @welovegroot for checking in on me and making sure I’m still writing XD @jason-redhood @jason-todd-squad

^^^^^

I wanted to have a nice post-college prom night. I didn’t expect to spend most of the night peering around at the small crowd for my ex. I hadn’t even considered the possibility of him being there until Jason and I were already there.

My good friend from high school, Freddie, was throwing a prom night because his “greatest regret in life so far” was not taking his then-crush, now-wife to prom. So he decided to rent out an elementary school’s gymnasium to host a prom that he could take his wife to. So, despite the fact that I had graduated college, I was going to prom. Which was just as well. I hadn’t been asked to prom in high school so I’d gone stag with some friends of mine—and we had a fun time regardless even though it had been raining that night and we got lost on the way to the venue and I nearly ruined my sister’s heels.

As soon as Freddie emailed me and told me about post-college prom, I called Jason to ask if he’d be my date. We’d only been officially dating for about a month, but by the time prom came around, we’d been officially together for six. Mostly due to rogues delaying the date of the dance.

“Freddie!” I exclaimed, clenching Jason’s hand tighter and dragging him behind me. I slowed to a stop in front of my friend and his wife, Kelsey. She’d been a friend of mine in high school too and I always thought they’d be cute together.

“Hey!” Freddie replied brightly. “Good to see you!” He gave me a big hug that I quickly transferred to Kelsey.

“Freddie, Kels, I’d like to introduce you to my boyfriend. Jason. Jay, this is Freddie and Kelsey, my friends from high school that I’ve told you about a couple times before,” I said, smiling between my boyfriend and my old friends. I hadn’t even seen Freddie and Kelsey in at least two years. Apart from their occasional Facebook updates that I saw even less frequently than they made them since I was never on Facebook anymore.

“Oh yeah,” Jason said with a good natured smile. “Freddie’s the one who tried to do a full-T with you in swing club and almost dropped you, right?”

My right ankle throbbed just thinking about it as Freddie went red. “Yeah,” I said.

Jason stuck his hand out to shake Freddie’s. “Nice to meet the reason she doesn’t trust me when I pick her up.”

Freddie shook Jason’s hand with cautious confusion. “She doesn’t trust… you?”

I could understand his bewilderment. Jason and Freddie weren’t the same build. At all. Freddie was stronger than he looked, but he was still a scrawny, skinny guy who looked like a strawberry-blond Benedict Cumberbatch (it was the mouth, nose, and blue eyes probably). Jason was at least three inches taller, and built like freaking Superman. Muscular, sturdy.

I snorted. “Thanks Jay. He didn’t need to know that,” I said. “And it’s not that I don’t trust you to pick me up, it’s just that I don’t like my feet being off the ground for more than a few seconds in general.”

Jason chuckled. “Alright, alright. Well, it was nice to meet you both,” he said.

“You too,” Kelsey put in with a grin. She was one of the only people I’d ever met who was smaller than me and fully-grown.

Jason and I made our way back to the coat rack and slung off our overcoats. They were jackets, really. It was evening in late spring and it was almost warm enough not to need one. But it was never quite that warm. Not in Gotham, anyway.

As Jason hung my jacket, I glanced around, noticing a bunch the old swing club members from high school.

A thought struck me.

Davey and I started seeing each other—without ever officially deeming us “together”—because he’d sat next to me in a class and I convinced him to join swing club after he expressed a passing interest in learning to dance.

I tried to shake the fear off as we wandered the small crowd—that also consisted of some of Freddie and Kelsey’s friends from college that I didn’t know—but I couldn’t get the anxiety out of my head. Had Freddie invited Davey? Was Davey coming? I assumed he was still in Metropolis for college since I was roughly a year-and-a-half ahead of him. He’d done a gap year right out of high school and then a humanitarian thing somewhere overseas for a year before going back to school. Maybe he couldn’t make it to Gotham for the prom night.

Davey and I parted on less-than-friendly terms and I hadn’t heard from him in… nearly three years.

“Babe?” Jason asked as he pulled me onto the dancefloor. “Something on your mind?”

I craned my neck around at the crowd. Davey was nowhere to be seen. “Kinda,” I said, looking back to Jason. “Just hoping my ex doesn’t show up.”

Jason just grunted and started to spin me around, wasting no time in breaking out the swing dance moves he somehow knew before he even met me. He wouldn’t tell me, though, how a vigilante came to learn how to swing dance. I’d always just guessed it was because Jason was a closet nerd.

We danced for a long while before I was too tired to go on and needed a break for at least one song. Maybe two. Luckily there were chairs lining the room. Adult-sized chairs, thankfully.

“You okay?” Jason asked. “You’re all red.”

“Happens when I work out,” I teased.

We hung out for two songs before getting up to talk to the few folks who weren’t dancing. Jason did most of the talking, despite the fact that he knew no one at the prom, since he was the one genuinely interested in who all these people were. I looked around and just waited for Davey to walk through the door.

Prom had been going on for an hour before I finally relaxed. If he hadn’t arrived already, he probably wasn’t coming.

Jason and I were in the middle of a waltz when he lifted his hand from my shoulder blade to wave at someone. “Hey, I know that guy,” he said. “Wonder how Freddie does.” He spun me under his arm too fast for me to see who he was talking about. “We were in a couple engineering classes at Metropolis City University together.”

I scrunched my eyebrows at Jason. “You went to MCU? I thought you were a GCU guy?”

“I am. But I got my Associate’s at MCU. They have a great engineering program. Thought I was going to get my Bachelor’s in engineering before swapping to literature and transferring back home,” Jason explained.

He waved over his friend. “David! Come here! I want you to meet my girlfriend!”

My entire circulatory system turned chill. My blood ran so cold it felt like my capillaries were turning to ice. I tried to remind myself that David was a common name, but David, MCU, and engineering. One similarity to my ex was interesting. Two was a coincidence. But three was a pattern. There was too much there. I was going to be even more surprised if I turned around and wasn’t face-to-face with the guy who broke my heart nearly three years ago.

Jason spun me around to face his classmate from Metropolis.

Davey was even goofier-looking than I remembered. His teeth had always been too big for his face, but when we were in high school he hadn’t grown into his features yet. And by the looks of things, he still hadn’t five years later. His dirty-blond hair was so short it made his head look long and rectangular on the sides, which contrasted sharply with his narrow chin. His teeth were still too big for his face and his overbite had never quite been fixed by his braces. His angular nose seemed to have had a nostril-widening.

The biggest difference though was his glasses. In high school he exclusively wore contacts. At some point, though, he’d switched to his glasses.

There was also a girl on his arm. My mom would jump to my defense immediately and say she wasn’t as pretty as I was and that Davey really missed out on me, but she was cute in a different way than I was.

Davey bit my name past his lips with an, “Oh hi,” tacked on at the front like he was surprised to see me. As if I wouldn’t show up to Freddie’s event. Even though I was a swing club member first. I put on my most tightly cordial smile and gave a respectful head-nod of greeting to his significant other first, completely ignoring him.

“Hello there. You must be his… partner,” I said.

“Yes. I’m Rachel. I’m his wife.”

I nodded. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” she said. She gave me a smile, and I realized she was what Davey needed. A quiet person. A listener. He and I had both been talkers.

“Wait,” Jason interrupted. “How do you two know each other?”

I bit back a surge of bitterness at the way Davey broke off our relationship. I was happy with Jason but that didn’t mean Davey hadn’t hurt me worse than I’d ever been hurt before. “Jay, this is Davey—the other one I told you about,” I said. My hand tightened in his grip. “My old dance partner from swing club.”

“Oh,” he said as realization struck. He squeezed my hand. “Well, then, David, I guess you already know my girlfriend.”

“Guess so,” Davey said.

“Well, Rachel, it was nice to meet you,” I said. It wasn’t her fault Davey was tactless and immature when he broke up with me, leaving me with lots of bitter feelings.

“It was nice to meet you too,” she said before Jason whisked me back onto the dancefloor—on the opposite side from Davey and Rachel.

“You never told me your ex was in engineering at MCU!” Jason hissed.

“It was never relevant!” I hissed back. “And he was in environmental engineering! I didn’t think you two would have ever met! I also had no clue you even went to MCU until a few minutes ago!”

“Yeah, okay, fair,” Jason said. He spun me under his arm, making my skirt flare out. “But I’m sorry to have put you through that awkwardness.”

“Thanks,” I said.

We danced for a few more minutes before Jason stopped abruptly and pulled his phone out of his inside jacket pocket. His eyes widened as he read the text. “Update from Red Robin,” he said quietly, pulling me off the dancefloor by the hand toward the coat rack. “There’s a robbery at Gotham First City Bank. Possible Joker thugs. I have to go—”

“I’m coming too.”

“Babe, no. You wanted this night. Don’t let me ruin—”

“It’d be ruined the second you left me alone here with David,” I put in sharply.

Jason seemed to think about that for a moment. “Fair point,” he said. He grabbed our coats and we ducked out of the gym. “We can try and come back when we’ve dealt with the bank.”

“We’ll see,” I said.

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[foodcourtdetective]

The Connor Project: American Tour (Chapter One)

Warnings: Swearing Word Count: 1,461  Summary: Girl goes to the mall. Girl reconnects with high school friend during suicide awareness concert. High school friend offers girl a spot on the tour bus. Girl agrees because of cute boy. Cute boy has a girlfriend. Five young adults drive through the US. What could go wrong? Hopefully the author will come up with a better summary for the next chapter. Established Evan/Zoe. Leading up to Evan/OC.

Chapter 1: Let’s Go to the Mall

It was a simple mission: Get in. Get a black shirt. Get out. Claire sighed, frustrated with herself for spilling pasta sauce on yet another collared shirt at work. The Olive Garden had an easier uniform than most and while the stains certainly didn’t show, Claire was too exhausted to do laundry every night (especially since the laundry room in her apartment building was a bit spooky). Having a fourth shirt in the rotation would lengthen the time between washes and maybe give Claire that extra amount of sleep needed to keep herself from being as clumsy as she was.

But like many of Claire’s projects and day-to-day activities, she soon faced distractions. For example, her best friend from her old high school kept texting her.

Al the Pal: Heyyy Claire! You’re never gonna guess where I am! Al the Pal: Okay, since you’re not responding, I’m assuming it’s taking you some thought figure it out. Al the Pal: Okay, you better not have blocked me after the Jello incident of 2013. Al the Pal: Girl. Al the Pal: I’M IN YOUR TOWN! Text me ASAP.

God, she really hadn’t changed since the last time they were together. Claire loved Al, but life had gotten too hard and she didn’t want to hold back her Ivy League bound friend. They still stayed in touch, but it was usually the Instagram comment or DM message here or there. It was rare to get a text, never mind several, unless Al was really excited about something. But why would she be here in September? Doesn’t she have college orientation? Come to think of it, Claire hadn’t had the time to check Facebook or anything that would update her on her friend’s future. She made a mental note to log on later. Spotting the J. C. Penney, Claire picked up the pace to the store. Maybe if I make this trip quick enough, I can grab some food from the food court.

Thirteen minutes later, Claire was making her way to the food court. But strangely, the relatively half-full mall was packed around a decent-sized stage set up right next to the food court. It was hard to see through the crowd, but it sounded like a Christian teen group singing. Claire tried to push through to the food court on the right, but soon stopped when she heard a familiar voice.

“There’s a place where we don’t have to feel unknown. And every time that you call out, you’re a little less alone!” Almost immediately as she turned her head toward the stage. There was her childhood friend Alana Beck looking as passionate as usual on the electric keyboard. Claire then started taking in the other members on stage. Was that Jared Kleinman on the drums, the kid who once got kicked out of her freshman health class for refusing to refer to the male genitalia as its scientific term (“what do you mean I’m not allowed to refer to the penis as a sex sword?). She recognized Zoe Murphy playing the electric violin, a step up from their days together in the middle school band with plastic instruments. There were a few other instrument players who looked older; Claire didn’t think they went to her old school. They looked like actual band members. Inevitably, the blonde’s eyes drifted to the boy center stage, gripping the microphone tightly like he was trying not to lose his balance in a subway car. He looked familiar; the sweaty upper lip, the tight nervous smile, the blue striped shirt. She couldn’t put a name or voice to the face though. His voice was rather beautiful though as he sang the last line.

“You will be found.” His words gave Claire a genius idea. With a mischievous smile, she took her phone out of her back pocket and finally responded to Alana’s texts, the crowd roaring around her.

Claire Bear: Heyyy Alana! You’re never gonna guess where I am! Claire Bear: I’ll give you a hint: You have been found. As she tried to make her way towards the front of the stage, the cheering audience resisted, trying to nudge or elbow her back. Claire persevered, shoving her way to the side of the stage. Before she could call for Alana, her foot caught on something, possibly the wheel of the nearby Annie’s cart. The clumsy blonde began hurtling towards the ground when someone caught her, their hands rough on her. As they helped her back to her feet, Claire soon recognized the smirk and nearly laughed out loud.

“Woah there, M’lady. Looks like you were falling for me for a second there!” Almost immediately, Alana rushed over to Claire’s rescue, rolling her eyes.

“Jared! Don’t hit on her. She’s not gonna react like your little fan girls!” Jared took a step back to get a good look at the blonde, nodding in approval.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Dossett the Vet? Where did you run off to last year? I was gonna ask you to the Prom!” Claire laughed at the old nickname, shrugging off the strong emotions associated with the events of last year.

“You know I would have said no. Besides, Al here was a more organized date anyhow!” At the mention of her nickname, Alana reached over to hug her old friend.

“Where have you been? I’ve texted you several hundred times, Claire!” The blonde shrugged, ruffling Alana’s hair playfully.

“I work at the Olive Garden now. It’s a very demanding job. I work forty hours a week plus overtime to earn minimum wage plus tips!” Alana gasped, suddenly coming up with a better idea.

“Zo and Evan! Get your lovebird asses over here!” Sure enough, Zoe and the lead singer wandered over holding hands. When he saw you, his grip slipped.

“S-sorry, sweaty-“

“I know babe, your hands get sweaty,” Zoe quipped, her attention hyper-focused on the other three.

“So you know that while I’ve been the sole soul keeping the website for the Connor Project up to date and everything, we’ve been having some issues with our social media pages run by our very own Jared Kleinman,” Alana began as everyone looked pointedly at the aforementioned Jewish dork. He shrugged.

“Hey, you wanted a cool Instagram, right? The meme machine is still on it!” He finger-gunned, but only Evan half-hearted gestured back. Alana rolled her eyes, continuing her speech.

“Anyway, so Jared and I could really use some help on the online front. We could spend hours and days posting flyers, reading applications, interviewing strangers. Or… we could vote to accept Claire Dossett, high school friend of most of us, into the ranks effective immediately?” The applicant in question’s mouth dropped a little, shocked at the sudden impulse of her usually methodical best friend.

“Alana’s right as usual. I’m cool with Claire,” Zoe announced, flashing a grin to finally acknowledge the blonde band geek she remembered.

“Only if majority rules,” Jared decided with a smug smile, glancing over at his hopelessly awkward and anxious male companion. As Evan began sweating and stuttering, Claire instantly remembered Evan Hansen, the sweet but terribly anxious boy in her public speaking class junior year. Still cute.

“I v-vote with Zoe. She can s-stay, stay here with us! That is if-f-f she wants to? She never exactly s-s-said yes, so I guess it’s up t-t-to her? I mean, I want her to s-stay. Not in a weird way… just in a not mean way because I think you’d be a good f-fit for the job?” Evan covered his face with his hands, clearly embarrassed. Claire’s heart went out to him; he was clearly struggling. Everyone turned their attention to the blonde, anticipating her decision. She smiled at all of them gently, sighing in disbelief before she took out her cell phone.

“I guess I’ll call my manager right now and tell him I’m not doing my 10-7 shift tomorrow!” Alana clapped giddily, immediately drawing up plans for the new sleeping arrangements. Zoe and Jared scampered off to help the band put the equipment away, Zoe patting Jared on the back as he muttered: “but now the boy-girl ratio is uneven.” As Claire dialed the memorized phone number one last time and pressed the phone to her ear, she caught Evan’s eye. His lips parted for a moment until his brain caught up with him, forcing his eyes to her all-black sneakers. The blonde quietly smiled to herself; perhaps this spontaneous life decision would work out after all. But as her boss answered the phone, it suddenly hit her: am I gonna get paid for this?

(Author’s Note: Let me know if I should keep this going. I tagged the two people who liked the post I made about this fic. If you guys want off, just hit me a DM, I won’t take it too personally. I was thinking of also publishing on AO3 once my invitation is processed. The link will be put here x.)

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Silver Lining: Prologue Part 1

SUMMARY: Prompto and his twin sister, Velox, are taken to the Citadel to pick up their Crownsguard uniforms.

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AN: hello!!! wow I’m really nervous about posting this but I’m also really excited! this will be a series about Velox, Prompto’s twin sister, and her journey with the boys to Altissia!

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Click. A bright flash of light lit the dark room for a moment. She frowned. Click. Light appeared for another brief moment. She forced her eyes to open.

It was morning. The sun tried desperately to shine through their bedroom window, but the curtains denied its entry. Where was the light coming from?

“Smile!”

Before she even had time to oblige, a final flash went off.

Velox’s eyes fluttered open. She was met with Prompto, who sat on the ground at the side of the bed with his legs crossed.

“C'mon Prom, it’s too early for this,” Velox slurred groggily.

“It’s never too early for a photo op!” he said perkily, bringing the camera to his face.

The blonde put her hand in front of the lens. “Wait. Lemme see what you’ve got so far.”

Prompto handed the camera to his sister.

Velox shifted to rest on her elbow. She took the camera and held it so that they could both see the screen. She hit a button with an arrow on it and scrolled through the pictures her brother had taken. In the first photo of the morning, she was slumbering peacefully. In the second photo, her eyebrows were scrunched together, giving her an annoyed expression. In the last photo, the blonde looked dazed and confused.

“See! Real keepers!” her twin beamed, “Candids are the best.”

Velox chuckled, “Next time, can-don’t. The lighting’s not even good.”

“I didn’t wanna wake you!” he argued.

“Don’t sacrifice good lighting for my sake.”

“Alright, alright. A lighting fix is a can-do.” Prompto stood up and scurried comically to the window.

She smiled and shook her head. Velox ran her fingers through her short hair, which resembled a bird’s nest in the early morning.

“Let there be light!” he shouted, drawing the curtains.

She hurriedly raised the camera and pointed it at the blond. Click.

“See?” Velox said, turning the camera so that her brother could see the photo, “Good lighting works wonders.”

Prompto’s arms were dramatically raised above his head, as if he had just won a gold medal in a competition. Sunlight poured through the window and swallowed him whole. His body appeared to be glowing.

“Woah! I look like a god!” he said, staring at the photo in total awe and admiration.

Velox gazed at her brother and grinned. This is exactly how everyone sees you, sunshine.

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“Just calm down, bro. We’ll be fine,” Velox said, trying to soothe her nervous twin.

“B- But what if I mess up? What if I say something stupid and embarrass myself?” Prompto’s mind was racing with every terrible scenario imaginable.

She placed a hand on her brother’s shoulder and gave a reassuring look. “I’ll be right by your side.”

His worried expression melted away and morphed into one of confidence. “Yeah.”

“Are you ready?” Cor asked.

The twins nodded.

He brought his hand to a large door with intricate patterns and knocked.

A voice from within answered. “Come in.”

Cor opened the door and entered the room. “Pardon the intrusion.”

“Cor?” it asked.

He motioned for them to join him. Prompto gulped and looked to his sister for comfort. She smiled and winked at him. Velox placed her hand on his back and guided him forward. The twins walked into the room and stepped out from behind Cor.

“And pardon us,” Prompto began. His eyes fell on the figure standing beside the owner of the voice. “Wait, Gladio!?”

“What’re you doin’ here, guys?” Gladio asked, looking slightly puzzled.

“They’re here for their Crownsguard uniforms, so I thought it best they met the captain themselves,” Cor clarified.

“Makes sense.”

Clarus studied their faces for a brief moment. “Prompto Argentum, am I right? And his sister, Velox Argentum?”

The twins answered in unison, “Y-yes, sir!”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Clarus smiled, “No injuries from training, I presume?”

Prompto shook his head furiously. “No, sir! It went just fine, I think. Probably.”

“We are ready to protect Noct at any cost,” elucidated Velox.

Her brother nodded in agreement.

“Very noble of you both. However, you must first and foremost protect yourself on this journey—hence your self-defense training,” Clarus advised.

“R-right.”

“I understand you both decided to undertake this journey as his friend. Take pride in your position at his side,” He added.

“Right!” Prompto started, “And, uh-”

“Thank you,” Velox finished.

“I appreciate your time today. I assume you have some preparations to take care of, so you may be on your way,” Clarus concluded.

“Yes, sir!” the twins said in unison.

“I better get ready, too,” said Gladio.

Clarus glanced at his son, “Understood. I’ll see you soon.”

Prompto spun around and hurriedly left the room. Gladio and Velox followed close behind.

“That went well,” Velox stated.

“Yeah,” Prompto sighed in relief, “It did, didn’t it?”

“You gonna wait for Noct here?” Gladio asked.

Velox shook her head. “We’ll probably head home for a bit.”

“Why? Forget something?”

“No, nothin’ like that!“ her brother said, “Just thought we’d show our parents our new digs.”

The Shield laughed, “Heh, sounds good.”

“It’s kinda proof that we’re worthy to go on this trip, y'know?” Prompto continued.

Velox’s curled lips faltered. “Let’s just hope they’re actually home.”

“Not much you can do if they aren’t, huh.”

“We barely ever see ‘em. Been that way since we were kids,” she shrugged.

“Anyway, if they’re not in, we’ll come right on back!”

“Right. Well, I might be a little late,” Gladio informed, “Got dinner plans.”

“Do tell.”

“My family and I are going out to eat. Hardly ever happens, so I figured I might as well go along,” he explained.

“Sounds like fun! Enjoy, man,” Velox nodded.

“Take your time, and send Iris our regards,” Prompto added.

“Oh, yeah,” Gladio said, tapping his chin, “She mentioned she saw you guys the other day.”

The blond shot him a confused look. “Huh? Where?”

“In the park, taking pictures.”

“Sounds about right. Why didn’t she come over and say ‘hi’ if she saw us?”

“She did,” Gladio and Velox answered at the same time.

“H-hold up. Seriously?” Prompto looked between the two, shocked, “Oh man, I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”

Velox playfully hit her brother’s shoulder and snickered. “Who’d you think I was talking to?”

“I- I don’t know!” he said, flustered, “I thought you were just chatting up some girl you thought was cute!”

Gladio and Velox looked at each other for a moment and then broke into a fit of hearty laughter.

“She was really worried about you,” The Shield said jokingly.

“She really was,” Velox suppressed her giggles and wiped her tears away.

“You should’ve told her not to worry!”

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God & His Priests & His Kings: Chapter 3 - A FFXV OC Fanfic

Hey guys, I know it's been 5 months since I last updated, but now that school is over and I finally retired from competitive dance, I was able to rekindle my love for FFXV. I was attempting to write the next chapter but what I was putting out wasn't fitting with what I wanted to accomplish with chapter 4, so after re-reading chapter 3, I figured I could extend chapter 3 with what I had written. Thus I can present some new content and can move on to the next stage of the story. Thank you for all those who have faved and followed this story in my absence, and thank you to those who have been patiently awaiting an update. This may not be a proper update but hopefully it will satisfy you until I have the next chapter ready. And as always, you can find the music for this chapter in the playlist for this fic, located on my profile. Also I'm considering starting a twitter for fan fiction purposes. Idk, lemme know what you guys think about that.

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The Tower - Ramin Djawadi

The city remained on edge in the wake of the imperial chancellor's visit, word quickly spreading around the city of the empire's veiled attempt at trying to control the council. Tradesmen were slowly becoming afraid to go beyond the borders of Goryeo's sea to Lucis and Accordo, fearing death at the hands of the machines of Nifelheim. The council of princesses had been in various meetings regarding the silent threats the empire was leaving the kingdom.

Various tradesmen had reported the fire and death that had consumed the islands of Galahd a year ago, the show of power a clear message to all of Goryeo. One wrong move and our island kingdom would be raised to the ground. The looming shadow of the empire's wrath being brought down upon Goryeo was enough to slow the communications between our island and Lucis even further, the two week delivery period for letters increasing to a month and a half as fewer wished to stray too far from shore.

I sat in front of my small dressing table reading over a letter from Noctis, the pages dating back to the previous month as I unfolded them from the envelope. The sharp handwriting that I had grown to associate with Noctis looped across the page, making me smile lightly as it brought an image of him hurrying to compose the letter before the traders began their return journey. The paragraphs were written in different colours of ink and rather disjointed from each other, hinting at the younger boy continuing to write the letter at different times rather than all at once.

Soo,

Life is the same as usual; exams are destroying my sanity, Ignis is being a mother-hen, Gladio's a hardass, and Prompto is more interested than ever in what you look like now that he knows I have a friend that lives outside of Lucis that isn't Luna. Dad's

Luna sends her love by the way, and wishes you a belated happy birthday. She told me to tell you that in the last message she sent me, and that she wishes she could send you letters, but Pryna is too weak and she doesn't want to overexert Umbra.

I miss you, both you and Luna. Even though I'm surrounded by Prompto, Gladio and Ignis, I feel lonely….With everything happening with the empire, I hope you stay safe. I don't know what I'd do if you died. Ignis said that Galahd was a demonstration of the empire's power but it was unclear of who it was for. I just hope you stay safe despite what's going on.

Noct

P.s. Prompto thought it would be a good idea to include a photo of me since we haven't seen each other in eight years, he was in it too so it wouldn't be awkward or whatever. So yeah….Prom's the blonde obviously. Hope to hear from you soon.

I pulled the photo free from the envelope, staring down at it in slight awe. While I had seen Noctis in his dreams on occasion, it was not quite the same as seeing the boy as others did in the waking world. He was not as thin as I remembered, his frame slowly filling out and being emphasised by the cut of his uniform jacket. The light smirk on his face contrasted against the beaming smile the boy, Prompto, gave the camera. I traced the familiar but somehow different features with my finger before tucking the photo into the lining of my hanbok for safe keeping.

I pulled out fresh paper along with ink and a pen, hoping to compose my reply before the next ship headed for Galdin.

Dear Noct,

I'm glad that life continuing as usual for you despite the mess occurring outside Insomnia. Please thank Ignis for me since he's managed to keep you alive all these years, we know how hopeless you are at taking care of yourself. And give Luna and your father my love as well.

I miss you deeply as well. While I am thankful to be exposed to mother's culture firsthand, I wish I could have seen you at some point throughout these years. It was difficult growing up apart from you, but I'm glad you're safe at least. The council of princesses is unsure of the kingdom's political relationship with the empire after what happened in Galahd, but as far as I can tell, Nifelheim is merely displaying a show of power in order to deter the council from becoming involved in the conflict. However, I doubt Goryeo will go to war against the empire unless there is a direct attack against our people. I will try my best to remain safe, I promise.

With Love,

Soo

P.s please tell Prompto thank you for the photo and he is very skilled with a camera; he should consider pursuing it as a career. You are growing to be very handsome, Noct, I'm sure you have all the girls swooning at school from your looks alone. Unfortunately we don't have cameras in Goryeo, but I've included a pencil and ink portrait a friend of mine did of me so you can have some idea of what I look like now.

I sprinkled sand on the parchment in order to get the ink to dry, pulling out the portrait and envelope before folding the letter, and placing both it and the portrait in it. I sealed it with wax before carefully writing the P.O. box address that Noctis used on the front.

A light knock came from the door frame, causing me to call out for whomever to enter. Bo-Ra stepped into the room quietly, closing the door behind herself.

"Lady Soo, the third princess requests that you come to her chambers." the younger girl told me, her head lowered politely.

I hummed lightly before rising from my dressing table as I tucked my letter into my hanbok.

"Very well." I replied, following the handmaid out into the courtyard and making our way towards Eun-Byeol's quarters. It was rare for the princess to call for me on my day off, but despite this, I always answered.

"You wanted to see me, your highness." I stated, announcing my presence as I stepped into the room, bowing respectfully.

Third princess was dressed in a simple hanbok considering her position, taking her afternoon tea with the first and second princesses. The two older women nodded towards me in acknowledgement before continuing to sip at their tea.

"Ah, Soo-Min. Thank you for coming on your day off, I know they are rather important to you. Please, have a seat; would you like some tea?" Eun-Byeol offers, setting her tea cup on the table before offering a cup for me as I sat before her and the other two princesses.

"Yes, please, your highness." I murmured softly, preferring to have something in my hands to fiddle with for this conversation.

Pouring tea into the ceramic cup, she turned to look at me as she slid it towards my hands, "I have a request for you, and although the first and second princesses also believe this is a reasonable course of action, you are under no obligation to agree with me of course."

"Whatever it is you need, your highness, I will see it done." I replied, meeting the gaze of the third princess as a tense aura filled the air around us.

"You were present during the chancellor of Nifelheim's impromptu audience and are just as aware of the tensions between our kingdom and the empire as anyone else. We cannot continue to remain under this threat, our people slowly taking to the sea less and less due to fear. This shadow of a threat can no longer continue, not after what occurred in Galahd." the second princess began, Se-Hyeon's beautiful face appearing far older than she was in that moment.

Gyeong-Hui nodded her head in agreement, clasping her hands together as she started to speak, "We have reached out to the empire and they have agreed to come here to arrange a formal peace between our countries. The council has discussed our concerns with pursuing the peace, and we agree that we are willing to give up anything we possess to protect this kingdom. However we do not entirely trust in the words of a conqueror and his attack dogs that this can be solved without violence or death."

"We would be fools to even entertain the thought of doing so." Se-Hyeon added in softly, her gaze distant as the first princess continued.

"We must consider that the imperial empire will attempt to deceive and destroy us much like they did to Galahd. As a result, the week before the imperial embassy arrives to broker peace, Eun-Byeol will be escorted out of the country to Galdin Quay, where she will remain until it is certain that the peace is legitimate. If anything befalls the council or Goryeo, she will be brought to Insomnia to call on King Regis' aid for those who survive."

I looked to the third princess as she remained silent and staring blankly into her tea.

"I take it you're telling me this because you wish for me to take her highness' place during the empire's visit?" I question, cutting to the chase once I was given a moment to speak.

The first princess looked to me with a faint expression that I couldn't quite interpret.

"You are able to decline, Soo, you have a choice in the matter. This is your life on the line after all." Se-Hyeon answered, her honey-coloured gaze focusing on me at the sound of my voice.

"But it isn't just my life at risk; I'm in as much danger as any of the citizens of Goryeo regardless if I do this or not. But if me standing in as the third princess can increase the chances of at least some of the people surviving, I am willing to do so, your highnesses."

The room remains silent for a few moments, the only sound is that of my fingers picking at the varnish of my cup.

Gyeong-Hui sighed heavily before shaking her head, "Very well then. We will begin to slowly integrate your belongings into Eun-Byeol's chambers as the empire's arrival draws closer so that you may be comfortable during your stay."

"Of course, your highness. I still have some errands to run before the day ends, so will that be all?" I asked politely, removing my hands from the cup of tea.

The first princess gave a nod of dismissal, turning her attention back to her tea as I stood and bowed to her and the other two. I left the third princess' chambers swiftly, ignoring those who greeted me throughout the corridors in favour of getting outside the place walls as soon as possible.

Being outside the high red walls wass like a breath of fresh air, the sounds of the vibrant city life being carried up by the salty wind off of the sea. I slowly made my way down the hard dirt road down the mountain the castle sat upon. It was a short walk to the city that hugged the seaside, weaving my way through the crowd that slowly grew larger the closer I came to the heart of the city.

Children ran around without care, the merchants calling out to the men and women who strolled through the streets at their leisure. I turned to the left and separated from the main crowd, heading down to the docks to find a trader heading for Galdin sometime soon.

The shouts of the port men mixed with the calls of the seagulls, creating a familiar atmosphere as men loaded and unloaded in the shipyard.

I walked towards the shipyard master as he stood at his podium going over his record book, clearing my throat loudly to gain his attention.

"Excuse me, sir, but I was wondering if you could tell me if any ships will be making their way to Galdin Quay soon? I have a letter that I need to be delivered to Lucis."

The shipyard master looked at me from over his spectacles before glancing down at his record book and flipping through a few pages.

"A ship will be setting out this evening, they're exchanging some goods with Galdin before heading to Altissia," the shipyard master told me as he began to write something down on a scrap of parchment, "Give this to the captain of The Dragon's Flame, he'll make sure your letter gets into the proper hands."

I smiled kindly at him before dropping a few coins into the payment box sitting at the top of the podium.

"Thank you, sir." I replied, receiving a nod in goodbye as he turned back to his record book.

I walked through the shipyard at leisurely pace, bowing gently to the sailors who tipped their hats in my direction as I passed. I came to the end of the dock and found the ship as men loaded various goods onto it and checked the rigging.

I cleared my throat before calling out to a man bellowing orders to those loading the ship.

"Excuse me, but could you direct me to the captain of the ship? I have a letter to be delivered to Galdin and was told you would be stopping there." I said with a raised voice to be heard over the shouts of the men as I handed the note from the shipyard master to him.

"Well ma'am, the captain is on board at the moment. But I can put your letter with the other parcels destined for Lucis." He replied as he read over the note, looking back to me as he finished.

"Thank you, it's rather important to me that it reaches the main land." I told him, bowing my head graciously before handing my letter over to him.

"It's no trouble, girl. We'll make sure your letter gets to where it's supposed to be." the man assured me, turning back to the ship to continue preparing for their departure.

I began to walk back into the city slowly, allowing myself to take in the setting sun on the water.

Eun-Byeol's departure from Goryeo was to be a swift and subtle affair, done under the cover of a moonless night, similar to a cliche novel that my first mother would have read. Over the past week, the princess and I had been moving items from one room to the other in order to make the transition of places unnoticeable.

At this point, there was only a week remaining until the arrival of the Nifelheim delegation, and only a week for us to settle into our new roles of common handmaid visiting family on the mainland and a princess willing to do anything for her country.

The night of the switch, I attended the third princess for the last time as she hosted the other two princesses as a form of farewell. The only handmaidens present aside from myself were my mother, Myung-Hee, and Chae-Rung, an old friend of the first princess.

It felt like we were performing this occult ritual in secret—as the princesses ate their rice cakes and drank their tea in the flickering light of the candles, Myung-Hee and Chae-Rung readying a casual hanbok and night clothes in the bedroom while I attended the princesses. Gyeong-Hui was the last to finish her tea, placing her cup down onto the table so gently, you were unable to hear the porcelain hit the table.

She gazed at Eun-Byeol with sad eyes before turning her expression onto me.

"Shall we begin, ladies?" she questioned, signaling for Eun-Byeol and I to begin our switch.

The third princess and I removed ourselves from the dining area, walking towards the bedroom as if it were a death march.

Before entering the bedroom, the princess grabbed the sleeve of my work hanbok and pulled me to a stop, whispering a quiet, "Thank you," before opening the doors.

I followed her to where my mother and Chae-Ryung waited for us, coming to a stop in front of Myung-Hee and beginning to remove my hanbok. I removed the green embroidered silk top and carefully placed it in the hands of my mother, who placed it in her bag, my long cotton skirt following shortly after.

My mother helped me release my hair from it's pinned and braided updo once I had put on the cotton night clothes, carefully combing through my long black locks as I sat in a chair in front of her. I could see Chae-Ryung doing the same thing to Eun-Byeol, the third princess dressed in a simple gray cotton hanbok with minimal embellishments as the handmaid braided and pinned her hair in a simpler manner than before.

Myung-Hee set the comb on the vanity before resting her hands on my shoulders, making eye contact with my through the mirror.

"No one will be able to tell the difference between you two… You're really brave for doing this, Soo…" she said quietly, kissing the crown of my head gently and squeezing my shoulders before following Chae-Ryung out of the room. I offered a reassuring smile before I stood up and approached Eun-Byeol.

The princess fiddled with the hem of her sleeve as she worried at her lower lip, "It's strange to be wearing a simple hanbok again…" she murmured lightly.

I smiled in an attempt to reassure her, taking both her hands in my own.

"Don't worry, it won't be for too long. As soon as this business with the empire is finished, you'll be able to wear your silks again." I teased, hoping to lighten the tension in the room.

"Let's hope the negotiations will be that swift…" the princess trailed off before looking to the doors to the bedroom where my mother and Chae-Ryung had disappeared.

She paused before pulling me into a tight hug, burying her face in my shoulder.

"Thank you so much for doing this; not just for me, but for Goryeo too." she mumbled into my shoulder, her voice barely above a whisper.

I gripped her shoulders just as tightly, relishing the feeling of my friend being with me.

"Be careful in Galdin. It's not as big as the crown city but who knows what kind of people roam around there. I have few enough friends as it is without one being kidnapped in a foreign land," I replied with a small chuckle, giving her a squeeze, "I'll do my best to protect you and Goryeo, even if it means giving my life."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that, though." Eun-Byeol said, pulling away as a light knock sounded on the door, drawing our attention.

"I guess that's my cue," she murmured, pulling me into one last hug before stepping away.

"Good luck, your highness," the third princess said, offering a cheeky curtsey before heading out the door.

I watched her go with a heavy feeling settling in my stomach and heart, still standing in the center of the room when Chae-Ryung came to check on me.

"You should get some rest, third princess. The guards will see the court lady to her vessel safely," she advised, her wisened brown eyes watching me carefully, "I will send a replacement for her in the morning to wake you."

"Of course. Thank you, Chae-Ryung." I replied, making my way over to the large bed slowly.

The mattress was softer than the palette that was in my room, the blankets made of embroidered silk and filled with feathers. I curled up in that large lonely bed and prayed for the safety of my friend.

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