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bigfatbreak · 1 year
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gg-university-if · 3 months
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Chapter One Out Now!
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The update is here and I couldn't be more excited to share it with you all! Part One of Chapter One brings the total word count to 56,000 words (+37,500 words) and I can start working on Part Two of Chapter One for GGGLU.
As I've yet to get any beta testers (haha) I will still have to rely on all of you to point out any bug reports or game breaking errors to either this blog through asks or the email linked to the game.
I will work until the game runs smoothly for all readers although hopefully the game works off the bat since I've personally played as many routes as possible to catch any errant bugs.
Unfortunately old saves are not expected to work and you will have to start from the beginning due to additions to the prologue and some changes to the stats/underlying game infrastructure.
I can't wait to hear about how your MC's are coping and how they are feeling at this point in their academic journey, do not hesitate to send me an ask/submission with your conclusions and updates on your theories.
Features:
Survive the road trip to PLU with your family.
Explore the university campus.
Bump into a few faces from your past.
Attend your orientation.
Make new friends and some enemies.
Choose your major and scholarship.
Make an unique impression.
Meet every Romance Option.
Please enjoy the demo update :)
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lady-ashfade · 2 months
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A Love Watered By Blood
Part one.
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Enemies to lovers- Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader.
-£ Plot: No matter how much the two tried peace was never a option. Always insults, and never compliments. it was the middle of the school year, and a new adventure started. Could they be civil when the time comes. Or will the war between them get in the way.
-£words: 3k words.
-£Previous // Next (coming soon)
-£Warning: Fighting, Cursing, Blood, Death, Seeing horrible things, Angsty, happy ending, slow updates, New god, Percy being rude, enemies to lovers, New plot, Slight slow burn
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“So,” the trio looked at the restaurant that glowed yellow, a old dinner style with big windows. it screamed 80s movie scene. they could smell the freshly made food coming from inside the diner, making their mouths water.
“This is the best day of my life.” Percy smirked as he looked into the window for the girl they had been searching for. the two beside him just looked at each other with a knowing look, that this was going to be a long couple of weeks.
“Percy,” Grover spoke and leaned his arm on his shorter friend, “don’t be rude. we need her to come along with us and we can’t stand you both fighting this whole trip.” annabeth nodded along and rubbed her forehead thinking of how the two argued often at every chance they got.
Percy looked between the two of his friends and rolled his eyes, “I’m not mean. She’s just rude and I have to defend myself, come on.” He pointed to the dinner, “How can she of all people be a waitress? She has the shortest temper.” they ignored him and walked passed him and into the diner. he let out a groan and followed behind them but his smirk returned quickly.
once they sat at a booth they waited for you to come out or see you. your mother said you were working here tonight. another girl was across from them on the other side helping a elderly couple. “she’s probably in the back.” Grover looked at the kitchen door waiting for you to pop out. annabeth looked at the menu to pass the time, plus she was hungry.
things were quite for a few minutes, them sometimes glancingaround. they couldn’t be patient even if their lives depended on it. Grover was getting hunger by the second that he could almost eat the counter underneath his hands. anything really.
they heard shouting from the kitchen and then the door swing open, a girl stepped out with a old waitress style outfit and her hair pushed out of her face. the group looked and found the girl they had come to see.
percy smirked and got too proud of himself when he spotted you, knowing you would hate him being here. when you looked over to see them your face dropped and your body froze for a minute, then you rolled your eyes and got out your notebook and marched towards them.
they see you throw on the fakest smile and suck your teeth before speaking, “Welcome to The Country Diner, what can I get started for you today?” the fake preppy voice made their ears scratch. you hated how he was looking at you. that same wide smile made you want to grab his neck and wait till he stops breathing.
“Oh, look at that! Our waitress is here,” percy cleared his voice and grabbed his menu, “I really just love that outfit, don’t you guys?” the two glared at him. annabeth kicked him under the table and gave him a warning look.
of course, percy didn’t judge against waitress because his mother was once on. but he knew that you’d never wanted to be caught wearing the outfit.
“y/n, it’s so good to see you.” You look at the satyr you’ve known for a long time. his hair grown longer and bushier, and his face more grown and facial hair started to grow. “hello Grover.” that was genuine. You nodded to annebeth before looking down at the notepad.
“Tell me what you want.”
“We want you to come along with us on a new quest.” she saw your eyes perk up and take a minute to register. huffing you look around you, the other girl who worked with was now out of sight and no manager around.
“And, why me? There is already three of you.” you raised a brow. the three looked at each other wondering who was going to tell you. grover shifted in his seat and slapped his hands on his legs.
“We need you on this quest,” you look at him with your head titled.
“Look, I can’t really take any quests at the moment. I have this test that effects half of my grade, I have money to make-” your voice was cutter off by the satyr. “It’s about your father!” His voice loud and made the couple on the other side turn their heads at the shouting.
shifting your weight you sit on the empty spot in the booth, and unfortunately it was next to Percy but you didn’t care at the moment. “my father would have said something.”
“he wasn’t allowed. you know how he is, I mean you must have felt something?” your eyes found the table as your thoughts brought up the memories of the past few days. your dreams were more vague and darker then normal, each night you saw at least three different people in hard problem. and each night you woke up drench in sweat and tears. you saw everything from their eyes.
he looked at you and at how you were deep in thought, making his theory correct. “what have you been seeing?” You shifted uncomfortably in the booth. looking to the side you check for any of the workers in case. sighing you open up,
“it’s been getting worse, I have at least five a night.” annabeth and grover nod while percy looks confused at what you are saying, he never listened to you or asked.
“then you know somethings wrong,” he leaned forward and placed his hands on the table. “The Episkopos has been stolen.”
they watch you freeze again and your eyes start to glare, mind running. “when?” You ask. Annabeth perked up and took over the conversation from Grover.
“A week ago.” You nod your head and place your hand on the edge of the table and slide out from the table. Percy’s eyes glares in confusion, “Where are you going?” looking back at him you give him a death stare.
“You think I want to go on a quest in this outfit? Or without anything?” Crossing your eyes. “Not all of us want to look like they put no effort in.”
“Clearly, I mean look at you.” he snapped back.
Grover sat up quietly and took you by the shoulders before you had the chance tackle him. And you have before. Pulling you to the side he hears you mumbling angrily and fight back against his hold. Once he gets to the end of the counter Grover lets you go and carefully, but ready to hold you if he needs to again.
“We need to leave soon. You know how powerful your fathers mirror is, I’m afraid of what someone might do with it.” The look in his eyes brought you back to reality. you hum and relax you tensed body. “If they are smart enough to use it.” You shrug at the thought of the thief. you pat his shoulder and give him a small smile before walking away to the kitchen door and wondering how in the hell you’re going to get out of working.
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“So remind me, what exactly do you “see” when you sleep?” percys asks out loud as his fingers trace the posters on the wall. “you being wiped from experience.” the girl smirks as she places some clothes in a book bag. the boy laughed sarcastically and looks back at her.
“That’s funny, I’d like to say the same thing but you don’t even exist in mine.”
their friends sit on the bed watching the two throw insults knowing that this was what the whole trip would be like. “Can we just stop fighting? You two are so annoying.” annabeth looks at a magazine in her hands bored. “It would save a lot of time.” The satyr agrees with his friend.
“She started it this time.” Percy pointed his finger and then turn his head back around to snoop around your things.
“If you must know, beach boy, I’ve been seeing many things. Oh yes, like death of loved ones, some receiving horrible news, or maybe you want to hear of how I watch someone take their final breaths from their own eyes?” the girl faked beaming with happiness as she put on a happy face. maybe that was mean but he was asking for it. she didn’t want to talk about the things she was cursed in seeing.
the boy turned fully with all the sarcasm and sass leaving his body as he leaned against the dresser. “sorry.” the girl replied with a huffed and continued to stuff her bag full of stuff. a few bills she had been saving under her mattress and anything she thought she’d need.
now Percy hated her to the ends of the earth. everything about her made him annoyed. her breathing. the way she’d tease him. how she looked. how her voice sounded. no one hated her more then him. but seeing all that- he’d never wish that on her or anyone, not even the worst monster.
the room around them looks like a slight punk. posters of bands all over the walls, a few messy clothes laying around and jewelry spread around. a big mirror hung above the dresser with pictures stuck to it, mostly taken in camp.
“okay, after that lovely piece of information we should talk about what we should do.” Grover clapped his hands together once more and looked at each of them.
“The oracle says to go to the temple of the unknown,” Percy steps closer and looked at y/n. “Do you know?”
“It’s called the temple of the unknown for a reason.” She taunted him again and zipped up the bag.
“Well, as his daughter I thought you would know.” He stepped closer to her direction.
“Do you know everything about your dad?” she asked and waits for a moment. he goes to answer but he stops himself because he didn’t. “Exactly.”
the boy when to fight with her but he only made noises and then backed off with his hands flying in the air. he couldn’t do this, she was too much. y/n smiled softly in victory and threw the black bag over her shoulders, “I think I might know something but I’m not for sure..”
the three are now looking at her, “Even when I’m dreaming I knew exactly where I am. The last place I saw was a park in Minnesota, but every place i saw was almost like a road map. I think we should follow it.”
they look at each other to conform. they nod and stay up, “at least we have a plan.”
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and it was a really shitty plan.
you stayed in that small town because of the waste of mortals. or in the diner that smelled of food that over powered your scent. now three demi gods and a satyr traveled together, a death wish just waiting to happen.
being a demigod always makes things so much harder.
The group didn’t even make it half way across the state without being attacked by a monster. and usually you could handle it but you had walked into a town filled with them. a nest of some sort.
you had to relay on fleeing and try not to get seen, and for annabeth it was easy. however, you and Percy found it hard when he kept bumping into you. you whispered at him to stop a little too loud, and he glared and whispered(yell) back. and they could only tell you both to stop a few times because you both could you guys caught.
“What is your problem?” Percy yelled at you after you guys finally got away, having to fight some monster and all of you getting a few scratches.and bruises. “Me? What about you. How clumsy can you be to run into me ten times? is your scull just filled with water?” You flicked his head and he hissed in slight pain.
“because you kept stopping for no reason, I had no choice. it was your fault we got caught.” his fingers pointed at you.
“Me? you are the one who squealed when you stumbled back, that was one hundred percent your fault.”
his mouth handing open as his eyes went up and his face turned angrily amused. “sometimes I can’t believe how stupid you sound sometimes. do tell, who trip and made us almost get eaten?”
you had been running away and your foot bent slightly and causing you to slipped, you put your hands out to try and stop yourself. percy was the closest one to you so he helped you up and made sure to get you in front of him in case that happened again. no matter how much he wanted to leave you. he wasn’t that kind of person.
“okay, really? it wasn’t my fault the ground was slippery. we would have more time if you hadn’t-” the yelling of the two drowned out to Grover as he covers his ears and blocked them out.
can’t they just say quite for a day?
“It’s both your faults! both of you did things wrong, and your yelling isn’t helping.” the boy shouted and pulled them both apart.
“please, just shut up! If you don’t have anything nice to say then not speak.” the two looked at him surprised. he didn’t usually do this but only when he got really angry or annoyed.
y/n looked away and kicked a rock on the ground, “sorry.” She mumbled quietly. percy did the same thing, “whatever.” he walked away from them both to cool himself off. he didn’t understand how she could always mess up and get under his skin, it’s like she was made just to annoy him.
after that the group barely spoke to each other. they traveled for a few hours until sundown and looked for a place to stay. luckily, they found a old house that was newly abandoned. when they set up the sleeping area y/n walked out, saying she would keep a eye out for any monsters. they all could see how shut off she was being and how clearly upset she was. and in this situation it was easy to let her be.
Annebeth was curled in the corner with her hands clinging to her dagger. Grover was spread out with his arm spread across his face slightly snoring.
percy tried to sleep.
he toasted and turned but there was something plaguing his mind that kept him awake. how you clung to his arm when he pulled you up. you looked so afraid as the monster nipped at your feet almost getting you, that you had no choice but to ask for help. he’s ever seen you so scared and for some reason, all he could see was the fear in your face when he blinked.
“don’t be a idiot, I’d never ask you for help.” he could hear the words ring in his head if he told you.
pushing the shirt thrown over him to the side he carefully stood up without waking the other two. he walked out the room and went to search for you. if he wasn’t going to get any sleep he might as well help with the lookout.
he found you sitting on the steps with your head leaned against the railing. humming a soft tune to yourself and for a second, he felt peaceful. but he remembered that it was you. cleaning his throat to make his presence know and walked across the porch boards.
turning your head you looked at him. it was a soft look of hate and not the full glare he was expecting. “what do you want?” He sat down on the same step away from you but as far as he could. almost afraid you’d bite him.
“couldn’t sleep.”
you hum in response and slight nod your head. you continued to look at the street and around the place in case something was to sneak up on you. a breath leaves your lungs and you lean back on your hands, pushing yourself back against the stairs above you. you throw you head back up and close your eyes to relax for just a minute.
“you know,” you began as his ears perked up. “I have no clue where the hell we are going.” You admitted with little confidence in yourself.
“it could just all be a trick and I’m leading us down the wrong path. but each time I feel-” you cut yourself off before you go to deep.
percy looked at you with your eyes closed. this was a actual conversation. no insults. he didn’t even feel angry as he stood next to you. for the first time it was a comfortable understanding.
“i know how you feel. when I search for the lighting bolt I knew exactly where I was in my dreams dispute never going to those places.”
he watched your eyes open again and look into his. “sometimes we are shown things. i trust you, for this quest at least. you’re the only one who could help us get there now.” you face grows and small smirk and your eyebrows raise.
tilting your head and sit up slight, “that almost sounds like a compliment.” you teased him. he rolled his eyes playfully and looked away from you, “never in a million years.” he chucked. you looked at him for a second longer then you normally do. this was the first time you saw him smile with you, it was new.
and kinda pretty.
shaking your head at the thought you looked away from him and let the thoughts get pushed back into your head. there was nothing pleasing about him and your brain needed to remember that. your both just to tired to fight and it means nothing. because never in a million years, will you ever be friends with Percy Jackson.
but, maybe you can get along with him for this quest at least.
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angelofwoe · 5 months
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Lawful Dissonance
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Au no zombies Re2!Leon x f!reader | multiple part series, angst, violence, death, gore, sexual tension, eventual smut, enemies to lovers. Not to mention the likely inaccurate depictions of policing & law.
Summary: In a world of obsession and desire, Leon must balance between the fine line of justice and corruption. When the rookie cop forms a twisted bond with a killer, he finds it hard to separate right from wrong.
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It had been raining heavily all day, leaving the city damp and cold. It gave Leon whiplash, his senses being confused by waves of heat the fresh body was giving off. Hot, sticky blood pooled out onto the sidewalk. A truly unsettling sight. Fellow officers were closing off the perimeter with police tape, marking an official crime scene. Marvin, who had taken the rookie under his wing, gives Leon a light squeeze on the shoulder. "You alright, kid?"
 Part of the reason Leon wanted to work in Racoon was because of the suspicious unsolved murders. That didn't, however, prepare him for the reality of it. Nothing could compare to the feeling of staring into lifeless eyes. It sent goosebumps prickling up along his skin, the hairs raising on the back of his neck. It was nauseating and yet he couldn't look away. A morbid curiosity kept his gaze locked onto the gory display.
Marvin shook his head "Don't go gettin' ahead of yourself now. I know you wanna prove yourself n' all but if you're feeling queasy feel free to take a breather. Got it?"
"Yes, Lieutenant" Leon murmured, though he has no intention to do so. He felt magnetically pulled towards the scene, like it was calling to him. He felt like the evidence was laying itself out specifically for him. Now all he had to do was put the pieces together.
 
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Throwing off your coat, you sigh with relief, glad to be back inside your warm apartment. Tucking your gun back into your stash, you smile to yourself thinking about a job well done. Removing your clothes, immediately changing into a more comfortable night dress, you give yourself a quick glance over in your vanity mirror. *Ding* a notification sounds from your laptop. With a click of your tongue, you glide over to your desk to check it. Ah, just as you'd hoped, a bank transfer notification. Your payment had been wired to you...along with a note. "Huh? A new target already?" You mumble to yourself with a shrug of your shoulders. They sure were keeping you busy latley. 
Taking a day to rest, you decide to visit your favorite book store. The city had much better weather today, making for a delightful walk. A few golden-brown leaves litter the sidewalk, a sign of autumn's arrival. You'd always appreciated fall. The soft breeze; the cool but not freezing air, the orange and earthy tones that crop up all around.
"Good morning, Ma'am" an elderly gentleman, the owner of the store, greets.
"Ma'am? I look old enough to be a Ma'am to you?" You pout dramatically, leaning on the counter. 
"Oh- that's not what I-" 
"Relax, Jerry. I'm joking" you break out into a mischievous smile, the old man just rolling his eyes at you. Of course by now he's used to your ways, and though he won't admit it, having you stop by and relentlessly tease him makes his day.
The bell on the door rings, bringing your attention to a lean looking guy. Dirty blond, pale but not ghostly, full pouty lips. His jeans clung tight around his thighs, baggier around his calves, showing off some small but refined muscles. He walked with a sort of self-assured saunter yet his head was ducked low making him seem timid in nature. Wearing a baggy white shirt, the fabric allowed light to pierce through, doing nothing to hide the indent of his slim waist. How could a person look so boyish while donnig an hourglass figure? 
Jerry smiles to himself as he watches you watching the stranger. Always on the prowl with your inquisitive mind. Pushing off of the counter, you stalk towards the blond. As you get closer, you notice a faint cologne, a subtle hint of wood and spice. Good taste. Not too overpowering. He looks over a few shelves, lingering on the horror section. "You should read Anne Rice's novel. An interview with a vampire" you interject, making the poor guy jump. 
"O-oh" he mumbles, baby blue eyes softening as he turns to face you "you spooked me" he laughs awkwardly. 
"I can see that" you quip, smirking as his cheeks go slightly pink. There's a pause where you both just...observe one another before you humm to yourself, satisfied with the level of discomfort you've created. "You'd like it. Get it" 
Leon squints, momentarily confused by the short lived staring contest, until he shakes himself out of his daze. "I- I will-" he stops when he hears the soft ringing of the bell on the door. You'd gone already. He didn't even get your name. 
As you make your way down the street, enjoying that same faithful fall atmosphere, a familiar face causes you to break your stride. Yes, that's right, Eva Daniel - head of the city council as well as your latest target. So much for taking the day off. She had shopping bags clutched in each hand, probably containing more of those horrendous blazers she loved so much.
 Tailing her at a safe distance, you watch with glee as she dips into an alleyway. Out of site, perfect for a quick kill and run. Slipping into the narrow path after her, you speed up and tap her on the back. A fake polite smile graces your lips "excuse me Miss, I think you dropped one of your bags" 
Glancing down at her hands, she furrows her brows "uhh no, I didn't-"
"Well you're about to" your smile stretches into a manic grin before you throw a swift punch to her face. Dropping her bags, Eva clutches her now bleeding nose with a yelp. Without missing a beat, you swiftly pull out a knife from your pocket- a tool you never leave the house without.
"Please...I...I have money" 
Grunting impatiently, you kick her down. She scrambles back, fear in her eyes. "I don't need your money" you sneer.
"Why...why are you doing this?" Her lower lip quivers as she speaks, breath becoming raspier as she begins to hyperventilate.
"I'm just doing my job. It's nothing personal" you shrug, plunging your blade down into her throat before she has chance to react. Blood spills out of the wound, her life draining along with it. Something sick - something sinister within is purring with satisfaction as you accomplish yet another kill. 
 
Leon, having spent an absurd amount of time in the book store, walks back to where he parked his jeep. He'd ended up purchasing the novel he was recommended. He didn't know why. Maybe he was naive enough to believe he might be able to bump into the nameless woman again. He needed something to occupy himself with anyway. Since seeing a man shot dead on the sidewalk....he hasn't been able to take his mind off of it. It wasn't traumatic per say more like an itch that couldn't be scratched. He needed to know more. He needed to know why someone wanted that guy dead. Needed to know what would drive a person to killing. He needed answers.
Rounding the corner, his jeep was waiting just as still and untouched as he'd left it. Tossing his new reading material into the backseat, he freezes when something just happens to catch his eye. In the reflection of the windows, he spots the vauge outline of a body. Laying flat in a back alley, crimson liquid accumulating around it. Blinking a few times, Leon couldn't believe his eyes. How could there be another homicide already? Frantically searching his dashboard, Leon grabs his radio. "This is officer Kennedy requesting urgent backup" trying hard to keep his voice steady, he cautiously approaches the figure on the ground.
Checking around for any possible dangers, he lets out a deep breath when all looks clear. "Rookie? What's your situation? You aren't supposed to be working today" Marvin's voice cuts through the radio. Too focused to respond, Leon crouches at the womans side. Delicately, he uses two fingers to prod at her wrist only to find no pulse. Her corpse still hot to the touch. A sickening realisation settles in and Leon grunts in frustration. This happened mere minutes ago. Right under his nose. 
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"Poor kid, I think he blames himself" an officer sighs, both he and Marvin discussing yesterday's events. 
Leon was sat at his desk, filling out a report, or well - he was trying. His mind kept getting caught up with visions of Eva's dead eyes. The way she just stared up at the sky, frozen, like a painting. How could he have missed the culprit? Seconds, he could've been seconds too late and he'll never know.
Two murders in just two days. It had to be the same person. Had to be. Annoyingly enough, neither crime scene had any valuable clues. Nothing to indicate the motivation, no witnesses, no suspects. Thinking about it was starting to drive him mad but he couldn't stop. There must be something, anything that would point the case in the right direction. 
"Leon? It's your lunch break, go get something to eat" the lieutenant's command brings him back to the present. Speaking in a way that left no room for objection, Marvin watched the rookie groggily stalk out of the room. 
Chris, a S.T.A.R.S officer Leon hadn't gotten the chance to really talk to yet, approaches him on his journey through the station halls. "Jesus, you look like you haven't slept all night". Instead of replying with what his mind immediately conjured, 'that's because I haven't', simply shrugs off the comment.
"Listen, I know the first couple weeks on the job are rough but you can’t let it get to ya" the buff brunette gives a wide grin, nudging the younger dude playfully. "I remember when I first joined the fo- ouch!?" He groans in pain when another stars member- Jill - yanks his ear. 
"Leave the newbie alone, nobody wants your self-absorbed lectures" she chides. 
"That's what you think" 
"I don't think anything. I know" 
"Oh yeah? Why don't we ask the kid himself-" Chris stops himself when he glances around and realises Leon has already made his escape.
Despite it being lunch, Leon didn't really have an appetite. Instead, he heads over to the locker rooms, looking through his belongings and humms with satisfaction upon locating the book he'd bought. This should distract him for a while. Leon was never really the type for paranormal fantasy, vampires or werewolves never peaked his interest. He's surprised with himself that he let the suggestion of a random pretty lady sway him. Huh...that girl... you. 
A sudden revelation hits him like a brick, you were the only person he'd seen before the murder. He'd never jump to conclusions but the timing was just too coincidental. If you weren't a suspect, at the very least you could be a valuable witness. And so the next logical thing to do was inform his coworkers, right?
"She had these alert eyes - observant. It was like time slowed down around her. She commanded the attention of the room, the air was electrifying, as if it were a warning."
The sketch artist furrowed his brow, pencil hovering above the paper. "Okay...so like...almond eyes or were they more round?"
Leon stared blankly at the man sitting across from him, a few colleagues standing around and listening in. A flush of embarrassment ran through him, the tips of his ears burning. Clearly he had gotten a little carried away.
Chris, after waiting for the sketch to be done, practically jumped on Leon on his way back to his desk. "So 'electrifying' huh?"
"I don't-" Leon began, cheeks flaming at this point.
"Can it, rookie. Save your excuses for the Chief" Chris smirks,
"The Chief? Why would I need to-"
Cut off once again, Chris interrupts with a chuckle "you didn't know? Irons wants to talk about your run in with our newest suspect"
"She's not a suspect just yet" Leon objects.
"Listen, you clearly have a little crush on the girl or whatever but don't let it cloud your judgement"
"I do not have a crush-"
"Sure. Like I said, save it for the Chief" Chris gives a smug smile and pats the other man on the back, a little too hard, making him stumble. "Good luck"
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angelxd-3303 · 1 year
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Dang, took me long enough.
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viviannesmonster · 1 year
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CHAPTER ONE OF "MY KING"
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"Mario! Luigi!" You called out as ran towards them.
"(Y/n)!" They said turning towards you.
You gave them a group hug and smiled at them. "Where are you guys going?"
"We're going to save Brooklyn!" Luigi cheers.
Mario chuckles and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Easy Luigi. We saw on the news that pipes under Brooklyn are erupting. We're gonna go down there and fix it. That way people will take our business seriously!"
"Nice!" You said. "Can I go with you?"
"Of course!" Both brothers said.
"And later once we're done, you can come to our house for spaghetti later!" Luigi said, as he and Mario jumped into a sewer pipe.
"Oh nice!" You said following them. "I love your mom's spaghetti."
"I only love it when there's no mushrooms." Mario complained.
"Do either if you guys have an extra flashlight?" You asked.
"Nope." They both said.
"Sorry (Y/n)."
"It's all good." You said. "I'll just use my phone."
You all looked around for signs of damage and suddenly someone dropped something.
You turned to where the noise came from and Luigi had disappeared.
"Luigi?" You asked, walking closer to the item that was dropped.
When you got closer and picked up what he dropped, you felt yourself being pulled into the pipe.
"Mario!" You called out.
He came running over and you pressed your hands against the inside of the pipe.
"Give me your hand!" He yelled reaching out to you.
You let go of the side but that caused you to lose foot and you fell deeper into the pipe.
"(Y/N)!" Mario called as you fell.
Soon, you began floating through a place filled with clouds, seemingly heaven.
"(Y/n)!" You heard Luigi say.
"Luigi!" You said.
"What's going on?!" He yelled.
"I don't know!"
"Guys!" You heard Mario say as he swam up to you two.
He took a hold of your hand and then Luigi's once he caught up to him.
"Everything's going to be okay!" He said. "As long as we're together!"
As soon as he said that however, you two got separated from Mario and went through a scary lava like portal.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
(Hope you enjoyed)
-> Chapter 2
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arrowheadedbitch · 30 days
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A new project!!!
Introducing a brand new fanfiction, Dragon!Tim!!!
This one will be like meta!tim in the sense that Tim is hiding that he is a dragon from his family, but it will have many many key differences.
For example, less angsty!
I hope you like it!
@stormikitty this is for you
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everythingisblue-if · 9 months
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Hey, guys!
After a long deliberation, I have decided to publish the rewrite publicly, as part of the public build. Before, I planned for the beginning or end of August, but I chose to get it over with because I will be very busy and unable to be as active as I usually am. There are also other reasons that I’m not going to get into.
Anyway, this public release is scheduled for Wednesday (July 19, 2023). It will be posted in the early mornings of that day, but a specific time is not set. For Chapter Two, there will be a longer wait time until the public can read it, but future patrons will have full access. Until then, I’m releasing Chapter One quickly.
FEATURES
Drop into a fantastical world as you try to make it out alive
Meet your companion, an amazed soldier who’s planning to get you to safety
Dig through your memories to discover what truly brought you to this unknown world
Discover what other characters are up to as you travel accordingly
Make tough decisions that set your stats so you’ll be able to see them in action in Chapter Two
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Thank you for those who support this game and me, as an author!
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queenlucythevaliant · 11 days
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So uh. You guys know I love The Last Battle. But more and more I'm becoming convinced that there's at least as much Ragnarok in there as Revelation. Quite possibly more, if we're going by page count. In the Bible, we're given a picture of God's sovereignty; in Ragnarok, we get pure Northern fatalism. The Last Battle has both, but until the last couple of chapters it's definitely skewed towards the latter.
Main case in point: the literal battle. We don't really get a last, hopeless battle to fight in the Bible. We're faithful witnesses, martyrs, and eventually victors alongside Jesus, but at no point in Scripture do God's people have to (get to?) grab our swords and die in desperate battle with the Enemy. The picture Scripture gives us is a little bit anticlimactic, actually.
Ragnarok, on the other hand, is this tragic losing battle where all the gods die, but get to take their enemy out with them. The world ends in this great, hopeless clash and the cycle starts again. It's tragic and mournful it's intensely narratively satisfying. It's clearly the stronger influence on the climax of Lewis's The Last Battle.
That's not necessarily a bad thing, mind you. I love the hopeless, elegiac quality that The Last Battle derives from its Northern influences. However, one of the things that really sets the Narnia books apart from most other children's fantasy is the fact that the kids' agency is usually subordinated to Aslan's power. The Pevensies don't save the day in LWW, for example, despite being the subjects of an ancient prophecy; they mostly sit back and let Aslan do his thing.
As such, I can't help but wonder what a version of The Last Battle without a last battle would look like. What if our heroes never got to pick up their swords and go down fighting? I don't think it would be a better story necessarily (Jack is on record saying that if you're looking for a religion with a really compelling story, you can do a lot better than Christianity - and then proceeds to cite the Norse mythos as an example). However, I'm still quite curious what it would look like. Food for thought.
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strawbubbysugar · 9 months
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So(u)l Chapter 1
A soulmate daycare attendant x reader slowburn!
Disclaimer: it/its pronouns are used for the daycare attendant until he achieves sentience! Here's the AO3 link to read it there as well! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48206098/chapters/121564951#workskin
Busy. Busy busy busy, always so busy. Never even a moments rest to stop and think- not that it needed an entire second, a laughably long amount of time. Jeremy was trying to eat glue. Tasha was shoving a dirty sock from the ball pit into one of the generators littered around the room- as if they weren’t already enough of a fire hazard.
It was lucky it was so quick, so ready to jump into the candy covered sticky fray. It was even luckier that it was a computer, a robot designed specifically for children. Maybe not designed for this specific job, but it performed it well. It took pride in it, as much as an artificial intelligence could, and even moreso knowing that all of its knowledge and expertise in this area was learned through experience rather than it being loaded into its artificial brain. It was advanced. It was incredibly advanced, far moreso than any other technology outside of the fazbear corporation.
A learning, growing AI, worth millions of dollars, and now with one hand holding onto the labelled seam of a toddler’s pants, dangling them from where they’d attempted a jump off the highest height of the jungle gym. The other hand was holding back an eight year old, who was beginning to realize that they were too mature for the daycare and acting out to prove it as they attempted to peel the safety foam off the sharp corners at the top of the structure. Its feet were being used to hold himself to the gym, hooked into the criss cross patterned grating and providing it just enough leverage to remain opposed to gravity.
If it had core muscles, they would be straining at the effort. At the moment, all the straining was a result of its desperate attempt to not drop either child, nor use too much force and accidentally hurt them.
Its foot slipped slightly, ever so slightly. Not enough to make it fall, but enough that it knew that scenario wasn’t far off. Its mind ran a hundred thousand calculations a millisecond, before it finally calculated the best choice.
It used the hand holding the back of the older child’s shirt to yank them towards it while simultaneously throwing the toddler up up UP into the air. It did a spinning cartwheel off the structure, using both it’s hands to launch the older child into the ball pit as if he were a basketball, hearing him land with a scattering of hollow plastic balls. Finally, it hit the ground with a duck, a roll, and a bounce to stand back up. Holding out its perfectly engineered hands and-
Poomf!
Catching the little one with time to spare. The fluid, lifelike robot beamed and wiggled ite finger over the child’s nose, earning a giggle before it put them down and sent them on their wobbly way.
“Remember kids, the top of the structure is off off off limits!” It announced, its million dollar smile bright and cheerful, it’s voice so full of life you wouldn’t know it didn’t have one.
“Mr Sun!!” Two of the children screamed, in a tug of war over a stuffed Chica.
“Hello, friends!” It smiled at them, bounding over in far fewer steps than it would take a human, thanks to its incredibly long legs. “Are we playing nice and sharing our toys??”
One of the children shook their head quickly. “Billy isn’t letting go of MY chica!!”
“I saw it first!!” He retorted, tugging on the doll again. The animatronic faintly heard the sound of seams pulling taut.
“But I brought it from home!!” The little girl whined. “Mr SUN!!”
It gently patted both of their heads, crouching down to get closer to the both of them. “Amanda, you brought your toy from home, so you get to decide if you want to share it! Billy, Amanda is very upset, so do you think you could find a different toy??”
It’s voice remained as bouncy and excited as ever, even while crouched down trying to calm down a situation. Billy scowled before tugging on the toy again, and even Amanda could hear the ripping now. She screamed in terror at the idea of her toy being broken, pulling back harder in a vain attempt to retrieve it. “NOOOO!!”
It scanned the situation, running through calculations before coming to its final option. The last one before simply lifting up the children and physically separating them.
“Whooooo wants a sundrop!!” It held out two round little orange candies, magicked out of thin air from behind the children’s ears.
They stared for a moment, but only a moment before the toy was dropped and the candies grabbed eagerly. The daycare attendant lifted up the toy, depositing it in Amanda’s arms. It reached over into one of the many piles of toys surrounding the daycare and pulled out a Monty plush, plopping it into the arms of Billy. “There we go! Now we both have a toy!”
It’s wide smile beamed as it squinted it’s optics in a show of approval. Both children seemed at least satiated with the end result- both with a toy and a piece of candy, before running off in opposite directions. It stood up and surveyed the room, looking for the next challenge to tackle.
The child who had been dunked into the pit finally dragged himself out, throwing a plastic ball at the attendant’s head in indignation that his plan to ruin safety codes had been thwarted.
The ball whizzed towards the animatronic, with surprisingly good aim for a kid of that age. Aim didn’t matter however, when the daycare attendant had sensors in the back of its head. It’s torso turned before his head and caught the ball. When it’s head caught up, rotating to face him, it beamed his same, static smile at the boy.
“Oh ho ho, Lukas!” It chided, voice loud enough to fill the entire daycare with ease. It used its foot to kick two more balls that had been scattered along the mats into its hands, and began juggling them. “Throwing things is not permitted in the daycare! Unless of course we’re playing catch- but I don’t remember agreeing to play!!”
As it walked over to the boy, it continued to scoop up balls, juggling them even as the number of them became more and more unfathomable to be kept in the air all at one time.
Lukas folded his arms and huffed, turning and sitting on the edge of the ball pit. He paused until he knew the attendant was close, mischievous little grin worming it’s way across his face. By the time the attendant was close enough to roll the balls off its shoulder in a graceful slide back into their designated place in the pit, he had a new plan.
He threw himself off the edge of the ball pit, sliding between the attendant’s legs and booking it for the structure. He knew the attendant had difficulty maneuvering inside of it, though it wasn’t impossible. He’d have to be quick to make it through. He had no real goal, of course. He was here until his mom came for him at four.
But getting that dumb robot all tangled up for a few minutes would be compensation enough for having been interrupted during his brooding on top of the structure.
The robot feigned being startled as it was slid under, having seen the boy’s muscles tensing long before he actually moved. Its programming urged it to allow the children small victories over it- to improve their self confidence, and their growth. It gasped dramatically, throwing every ball it was juggling into the air at once and letting them pelt it as they came back down.
Several children who were watching giggled at the display, enjoying watching the oldest kid in the daycare really stick it to the man. Er.. the robot.
The older kids knew the robot wasn’t really alive. He was a toy, meant to watch over them while their parents were at work, or with their older siblings in the gigantic pizzaplex. He was like .. an elf on the shelf. He couldn’t really do anything to you, but he could tell your parents if you had been naughty, and that was often more than enough to deter them from bad behaviour. He played games, sang songs, told stories, did arts and crafts- he did it all!
Almost like a real person!
Lukas had, at this point, been sticking out his tongue at the attendant from the slide, teasing and making rude gestures.
The attendant’s array of yellow points, surrounding his head like a halo of sunshine, flattened back slightly. It’s programming censored the rude gesture for it, but it knew that it was against the rules. Rules that it took VERY seriously.
“Lukas! That is against the rules! Please step out of the-!” It peered up into the tube that the boy had disappeared into, whirring clicks filling the plastic tunnel as it tried to pathfind the best way to handle this situation.
It was frozen for a fraction of a second before deciding to follow him. It knew the boy was trying to get it to follow, but that’s what it was here for. To play! To follow the rules in order to keep order and structure to the fun, to play along, and to keep humans safe were the pillars on which its AI was built. It was harmless to follow, and would only serve as a lesson to the boy when he was caught to not break the rules.
It crawled into the slide, on all fours, almost spider-like as it ascended. “Luuuukaaaas!” It called, in a sing-songy voice, completely oblivious in any bit of its coding as to how terrifying this situation would be to a child. “Rulebreakers don’t get to keep playing, they have to go in TIME OUT!”
It reached the end of the slide, crouching as it scanned the area. It found the bio signature near instantly, though with a moments hesitation. He was using the generator as a mask to hide his body heat- clever! It added that note to Lukas’s file to compliment his mother on when she came for pickup. The parents were usually much friendlier to it after it complimented their children. Not that their nervous looks and barely hidden discomfort around it bothered it. It was only a machine, after all.
“Come get me!!” The child teased, sticking out his tongue as he peaked over the generator. Warning signs flashed in its mind, red boxes and triangles covering his view. This was dangerous. The generators weren’t safe to play around.
“The generators aren’t toys, friend!” It spoke slowly. “Let me get you somewhere more fun, then we can-“
As it reached over the generator, it knocked one of the thick connecting cables loose, already having been on its last legs from being fiddled with by tiny hands. A large arc of electricity crackled in the air, and the lights in the daycare flickered. The generator practically jumped into the air with the force of the kilovolts being pushed through it, kilovolts which connected with the attendant’s metal frame and engulfed it.
Lukas watched as the attendant was flooded with electricity, artificial eyes flooded with static, and rays spinning so quickly it was creating a breeze. Arms twitching and hands opening and closing, legs spasming- Maybe this hadn’t been the best idea after all. If he broke this thing, his mom was sure to kill him. Or at least, take away his video game privileges.
Eventually, the lights in the daycare returned to normal, the generator that had been over-conducting calming down as its brothers rerouted the power to themselves and shut it off from their system. Now that it was powerless, the attendant was free to recover.
Smoke rose from his body, eyes black as his power cell had forced a shut off to avoid overload. It had done so too late, unfortunately, and he had crashed.
His systems slowly rebooted, coming back online one by one.
Good Morning, Sun!
The text beeped in front of his eyes before disappearing shortly after, the usual wake up he received after a hard reset, other than the startup systems diagnosis running in the background. He blinked slowly, purposefully.
That had.. hurt.
It had hurt?
It had hurt.
Why had it hurt? He’d never hurt before. He could feel things, thanks to the wiring under his silicon, to give him the ability to judge touch and pressure. But he’d never hurt. He’d also never considered himself a he before. Why was he thinking that now? Why was he thinking anything? He didn’t usually think, not much anyways, not consciously. His thoughts were command tasks in his computer brain, not thoughts- thoughts like these. Like this one right now. And this one! And this!
He felt himself begin to panic. What was happening to him? What was wrong? Was he broken? Oh, no! If he was broken he’d have to-
Fear flooded his system. Confusion, then panic, then fear. Not the most fun first three emotions to feel.
He raised his hands and gripped his rays anxiously, before patting down the rest of himself. He didn’t FEEL broken. Not physically at least. Maybe the jolt had fried his software- would he need it replaced?? Would he-
He froze again, a swirling spinning mess of all these terrible feelings, not even noticing as the little instigator slipped his way past him and down the slide back out of the structure again.
He was too busy thinking about himself, now. Himself. A new concept.
If he’d needed to breathe, his chest would be heaving. And it did. His artificial breathing, meant to make him even more like a person, had caught up to the news of their sudden autonomy, and began shuddering as he fought to catch his false breath.
He was only shaken out of his stupor when he heard a voice in the back of his head. One he heard constantly- that he knew as intimately as he knew himself. It WAS himself. Or at least.. it had been.
When he wasn’t awake, it hadn’t mattered that the moon program was separate from him. They were the same body, providing the same functions. It was the same as switching browsers. You still got your results.
But now.. now..? Now that little voice, those little lines of code that ‘spoke’ to him.. they really were speaking to him. The voice they’d programmed for moon, to be softer, to be easier to hear before bed, echoed out in lines of code that translated themselves into speech.
Sun?
Sun paused for a moment. That was his name, wasn’t it? Sun. It was his. He’d never thought about his name before- it had almost been as much of a title as daycare attendant. It wasn’t his, it was what the children called him to get his attention. No, no. That was his name. It was his. He decided firmly in that moment. His first real decision- one made on his own. On purpose. By choice.
..Moon..?
He sent out his own strings of code in return, hesitantly, carefully. As if responding would break the spell, the beautiful and terrifying curse they seemed to be under.
After a few long moments, agonizingly long, he received a pinged response.
This is new.
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Chapter One is here!
And we finally meet our protagonist Oriolepaw! She and Linnetpaw were the first kits born after the formation of Duskclan by their mother, Haretail. She's got a thirst for knowledge and enough energy to last for days. I hope you all enjoy her as much as I do.
A lot of this chapter was me figuring out a workflow and the formatting I want to use for this project. If it isn't obvious already, a lot of my inspiration comes from Barrenclan (Which you should absolutely read if you haven't)
As most first chapters are, this is mainly setup and character establishing. But it won't be long until we start moving this story along! Feel free to send any asks my way if you've got any questions :)
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gg-university-if · 3 months
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At Prince Leopold University you are expected to be the best because remember the best are made not born and you are expected to get good or get lost.
Play as a scholarship student at Prince Leopold University attempt to balance attending classes, make rivals, meet lifelong friends and pursue budding romances all the while dealing with the administration of a major university. Or don't.
Getting a place in PLU is hard, getting a full scholarship is harder. You did both. So perhaps it's no wonder why everyone seems to have such high expectations for you, expected to maintain passing grades, attend your club and be a forward face for the school, it's not like it's anything you haven't done before right? But can you pull it off again?
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• Play as male, female or non-binary with options to be straight, gay, asexual or not pursue a romance at all.
• Experience a university that takes itself a little too seriously and expects you to do so as well – define your main character's personality, appearance, history and demeanour.
• Choose what scholarship you're on and which club you're in while training and playing like your scholarships on the line – because it is.
• Choose from track and field, music club, student council and drama club.
• Romance a hot-headed high-school rival, the brooding lead musician, the friendly student president who happens to be your brother's best friend, the charming but distant actor or your awkward roommate or the rebel with equally big dreams.
• Focus on or ignore your relationships with your teammates, acquaintances, family and friends back home, school staff and the public.
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The Hot Headed Rival A
Aqil/Aaliyah Radwan, 19
The Vice Captain of the PLU Track-And-Field Club and your highschool rival, they are intense and arrogant with the talent to back it up and they'll let you know it.
In the heat of an argument they find that they don't know why they're shouting anymore and that look on your face stirs something they'd rather not discover.
tldr; rivals to lovers and enemies to lovers.
The Brooding Musician H
Hader/Hetti Jasanoff, 19
The moody, brooding leader of the Screaming Diamonds and the PLU music club, they hate those who see their passion as nothing more than a hobby but they'll allow you to prove yourself.
In the midst of a performance they find their heart skips a beat but they don't want to face the music just yet.
tldr; everyone wants the bad boy and everyone likes musicians.
The Brother's Best Friend B
Beck/Belle Torres, 21
The social, spirited and amiable President of the Student Body and your brother's best friend, with much enthusiasm they're taking care of you at university although it's supposedly a favour.
Despite their popularity they seem to have held most people at arms length when asked they simply laugh and talk about their playground love.
tldr; brother's best friend and friends to lovers and the boy/girl next door.
The Distant Actor F
Frédéric/Frederica Jame, 19
The flirty but distant lead of the school play and the aspiring actor in the drama club, they're more than happy to have humour your whims but when you think about it you don't know all that much about them.
Despite that when you're on stage they only have one command "keep your eyes on me."
tldr; master of the mixed message.
The Awkward Roommate R
Rudra/Rania Punyamurthula, 18
Your roommate for this year at PLU, awkward, excitable, intelligent they seem to be unaccustomed to life without someone else around and they're infinitely excited to make their 'first real friend'.
When they're at every practice with snacks, every event cheering you on from the sidelines you get the sneaking suspicion that there's another reason for their enthusiasm.
tldr; roommates to romance and lonely rich kid.
The Singer Who Made It Big Sid
Sid Diver, 19
The lead singer of the other band on campus who seems to have a rocky relationship with both authority and a certain other musician, despite that he seems more than happy to welcome you into the fold as a new friend or maybe more with a laugh, wild grin and a dangerous look in his eyes.
You can't shake the feeling that they're angry and bitter when you hear them singing but in those hidden moments and stolen kisses behind the curtains, they feel different.
tldr; tenor boy and unreplaced departed.
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fallenlightsif · 11 months
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The full Chapter One release is here for Patreon!
✨Kiss a prince! Once or twice...
✨Or kiss a knight, that's always an option.
✨Deal with your pretty complicated family life.
✨Also deal with your pretty complicated friendships!
✨Make it to the city of Liris and run into some old strangers.
This update has added roughly 31,000 words since the last, and things have been cleaned up and edited from the prologue to early chapter one. Again, as always, if you find any errors feel free to send screenshots!
Available to play HERE now, and available to the public on 5/12/23!
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sansukhcomic · 11 months
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Sansûkh the Webcomic: Chapter 1: Pages 37-38
Updates will be Mondays twice a month, follow this blog for updates!  
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blueraimo · 5 months
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They keep going forward as they lay destruction in their wake.
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anawritez-posts · 3 months
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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞
SYNOPSIS: y/n y/l/n stuggles being a twin, her sister is sorted into hufflepuff while she's sorted into Slytherin. There it is revealled that she's just like her father after all. A father that was never mentioned let alone told that her parents met at Hogwarts. Y/n and her twin sister were raised in London, hidden in the muggle world because of you know who terrorising the wizarding world. Y/n soon discovers with his son that there was more reason for her being hidden
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The Hogwarts Express whistled as Y/N and Lily stepped onto the train, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The platform was abuzz with students bidding farewell to their families. Lily, ever the social butterfly, quickly spotted a group of friendly faces and eagerly joined in their conversation.
"Lily, wait up!" Y/N called after her twin, who was already caught up in animated chatter with a group of students. As Y/N scanned the crowded platform for familiar faces, she felt a lump in her throat. She spotted her mother, Laurel, standing alone, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Y/N hesitated, torn between the longing to stay with her mother and the anticipation of a new adventure. She approached Laurel, who pulled her into a tight embrace.
"I'm going to miss you so much, my sweet," Laurel whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
Y/N clung to her mother, fighting back tears of her own. "I don't want to go, Mom. I'll miss you too much."
Laurel gently pulled away and cupped Y/N's face in her hands. "This is your chance to discover who you are, my love. Hogwarts is a place of wonders. You'll learn so much and make memories that will last a lifetime."
Y/N nodded, though the uncertainty lingered in her eyes. "But what if I'm not good enough? What if I can't make friends or fit in?"
Laurel smiled reassuringly. "You are more than good enough, Y/N. You have a kind heart and a brave spirit. Trust yourself, and you'll find your way. I believe in you."
Reluctantly, Y/N released herself from her mother's embrace. She wiped away a stray tear and gave Laurel a shaky smile. "I'll try, Mom. I promise."
As Y/N made her way onto the train, she couldn't shake the heaviness in her chest. The compartments were filled with excited chatter, laughter, and the clatter of trunks being stored. Y/N found an empty compartment, sank into a seat, and stared out the window.
Unable to hold back her emotions any longer, Y/N felt a surge of sadness. She missed the warmth of her mother's hugs, the familiarity of their small cottage, and the simplicity of the life she had known. She realized the enormity of leaving behind everything she had ever known for a world filled with magic and uncertainty.
Unable to contain her emotions, Y/N made her way to the bathroom, As Y/N made her way to the bathroom, her eyes blurred with tears, she inadvertently bumped into a boy with dark hair and piercing eyes. The boy, Tom Riddle, shot her an annoyed glance, expecting an apology that didn't come. Y/N, too overwhelmed to register the collision, continued on her way without apologizing. However, something about Y/N's tear-streaked face caught his curiosity.
Tom, feeling a bit mischievous, decided to follow her. He reached the bathroom just as she locked herself in. Leaning against the doorframe, he couldn't resist teasing her.
where she locked herself in a stall and let the tears flow freely. She cried for the life she left behind, for the fear of the unknown, and for the overwhelming feeling of being unprepared for this new chapter.
"You know, it's customary to apologize when you run into someone," Tom said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
Y/N, startled, looked up to find the annoyance in his eyes replaced by something more intriguing. Y/N, surprised by his sudden presence, hesitated before responding, "I... I'm sorry if I bumped into you. I didn't mean to."
Tom, still curious, decided to tease her a little to ease the tension. "Well, accidents happen. You should be more careful, especially in a magical world like this."
Despite herself, Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at his dry sense of humor. Tom continued to talk to her through the closed door, his words somehow managing to calm her nerves. It was an unexpected and strangely comforting interaction in the midst of her emotional turmoil.
Through the closed door, they began to banter, exchanging light-hearted remarks that somehow managed to ease the weight on Y/N's shoulders.
Y/N looked up and noticed the seriousness etched on his face being the observant little bee her mother says she is. "Are you okay?" she asked, genuinely concerned.
Tom's eyes met hers, and for a brief moment, she saw a flicker of vulnerability before he composed himself. "It's my first year at Hogwarts. I didn't expect it to be like this."
Y/N nodded in understanding, her own worries momentarily pushed aside by the shared sentiment. "Yeah, me neither. Leaving everything behind is hard."
Tom's gaze softened, and he offered a small, appreciative smile. "I suppose we're both facing the unknown. It can be daunting."
Feeling a strange connection with this boy, Y/N managed a weak smile in return. "Maybe we'll find our way together."
Tom's expression shifted, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Maybe," he replied.
With newfound determination, Y/n wiped away the last of her tears, ready to face whatever lay ahead at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Tom Riddle leaned casually against the doorframe, eyeing Y/N as she wiped away her tears. The tension from their earlier bump-in dissipated as they fell into a rhythm of banter.
"You seem a bit too delicate for the magical world, don't you think?" Tom remarked with a sly grin.
Y/N shot him a playful glare, determined not to let him get under her skin. "Well, at least I'm not trying too hard to look mysterious with that brooding expression."
Tom chuckled, the corners of his lips quirked up. “Mysterious? I prefer to be called perplexed, curious-” and Y/n interrupts, “Baffling, Bewildering, you’re just listing synonyms” and he chuckles at this.
Y/N turns to him, “you’re used to being the smartest in the room aren’t you” he freezes at that, she’s surly observant though not wrong. 
“Whatever” he answers back and she grins, “I’m right aren’t i?” and Y/N couldn't help but laugh, her earlier sadness momentarily forgotten.Tom just shakes his head with a small smile, so he cheered her up. Y/N shot Tom a sardonic smile. "Well, I guess it's not every day you get to bump into someone with such refined annoyance. Consider it a special Hogwarts welcome."
Tom's lips curved into a half-smirk. "Oh, how fortunate I am to receive such an extraordinary greeting. Truly, my heart swells with gratitude."
Y/N couldn't help but chuckle despite her earlier turmoil. "I hope you haven't planned a grand entrance like this for everyone. It might get old quickly."
Tom tilted his head, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Ah, but you, my dear, are a special case. I can sense it. A kindred spirit in annoyance, perhaps."
Y/N rolled her eyes. "I'm sure my charm is irresistible. But, just so you know, I didn't sign up for a welcome committee."
Just as the two were becoming comfortable, the trolley lady's voice broke through their conversation. "Get changed, you two! Hogwarts is just around the corner!"
Tom, always quick-witted, teased Y/N one last time. "Looks like your welcoming committee will have to wait. Duty calls, my dear."
Rolling her eyes, Y/N got up, wiping her face, and shot Tom a playful glare. "You're insufferable, you know that?"
Tom grinned. "Guilty."
Y/N rolled her eyes, standing up and facing him. "Oh, the sacrifices we make for Hogwarts. Until next time."
Tom watched her go, a thoughtful expression on his face.  Little did Y/N know, she had just made friends with the son of the man her mother had told her fairy tales about – the son of Voldemort.
Meanwhile, Tom's younger brother, Matteo, called out to him from down the corridor, already dressed in his Hogwarts uniform. Matteo threw Tom his uniform, who wore a smirk, realizing that this school year might be more interesting than he had initially anticipated.
As they both got ready for their first year at Hogwarts, Tom couldn't shake the feeling that fate had just woven an intriguing thread into the fabric of their stories. The train continued its journey, bringing Y/N and Tom closer to the magical world that awaited them, where friendships, alliances, and destinies were yet to unfold.
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