#nice melody thou

[kakisocks]

Obikin Ao3 Rec List

So this is a huge list. It’s mostly Anakin centric so some of it is just platonic Obikin, and some of it is no romance at all.

As usual, if it doesn’t say not complete then its complete and if it doesn’t have pairings next to it then it’s either romantic or platonic Obikin. Please read the tags once you click on the fic, you too would have given up with warnings once you see the amount of fics on this list.

Happy Browsing :)

Fluff

Darling

fake it till you make it

sir that’s my emotional support force bond

Nor the Suns Themselves Brighter

a vacationers guide to being unexpectedly married

somewhere, this is truth

The Creche Master

put your money where your mouth is

let’s get your fingers tangled in my hair

come to cherish anew

To Hold You In My Arms

The Little Jedi (NO ROMANCE Anakin has been turned into a kid J )

you are the victim of your own anger

Flatmates

Died last night in my dreams

the expanse of forever

what they grow beyond

Moving

And The War Never Sleeps

Shades in the Desert

Thou Little Tiny Child

come on baby calm me down (you’re the only one who knows how)

status quo

even the rougher ones

seekers not saints

Dangerous Territories

On Hugs and Warm Blankets

A Jedi’s Cloak

cat’s in the cradle

yesterday’s jam

It’s Time

White Sand

Will You Shut Up?

Hauntingly (Lovingly)

A (Background) Picture’s Worth A Thousand Words

darling, dearest, beloved

Day 4: Different Path

The Melody Wakes the Heart

Face the Music

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust

Comes Out in the Wash

Waterproof

the road not taken

Next on the Agenda

The Road that Reaches

I need some sleep

Everything

Checking You Out

Travel Man, Reach for the Sky

throw out the window all your common sense

can you brave what you most fear

hyperfocus

Bitter Confessions

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

broken bones, thunder drums

Sweet Surprise

Taking care of baby

Benediction

sea to a desert

stay my fears (there in the dark)

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Smut

Like a supernova

Swear On It

This Was Obi-wan

So Special

safe and sound

Tangled Garlands

game plan

Better Living Through Lack of Chemistry

touch of heaven with a wild side

not until then

Equinox

Against The Wall

Patience, Anakin

bound up with you

put your hands on my cashmere sweater

Stay till dawn, I’ll give you the sun

eat, sleep, wake (nothing but you)

Murder Puppy (not complete)

Prompted | Obikin

then she lit up a candle (and she showed me the way)

Warm Blood

Some Things Never Change

Various Applications of Salves and Oils

Master

perfect decimals (Obi-wan / Anakin/ Qui-gon)

Temporary Like Achilles

if this isn’t nice, what is? (not complete)

Give them Blood

Cross-Wired

as holy as enchanted

The way he smiles at you

He Watched

what’s mine is yours is ours

For Your Pleasure

Find His Pleasure

Sticky

Tristitia

pretty bird and the wedding planner

Home Again

terribly inconvenient and incredibly terrific

Slow Learner

Convergence

A Different Sort of Knife (not complete)

Over Santa’s Lap

understanding is honoring the truth beneath the surface

deception: epilogue

choose what is right, not what is easy

a lesson is learned is a lesson earned

use my body to break your fall

although it’s been said many times, many ways

Fourteen Days

radiance

afterglow

If you can be my master

All That We have

I will be keeping our memories

forgiving is easy when it comes to you

Just For Us

Equality

3%

Heat Haze

Triptyche of Love (Qui-gon /Anakin / Obi-wan)

pretty bird and the mob boss

How to Punish a Padawan

[Only] think of me (Padme / Obi-wan / Anakin)

Both (not complete)

Find a little stranger (Padme / obi-wan / Anakin)

pure uncomplicated love

Passion, Yet Serenity

notches

Anakin sucks

Like a fine wine

the force is my ally

Excessively Heated

Good Form

Redolent of you (not complete)

sail through the deep, the dark of space

such selfish prayer (and I can’t get enough)

The Same Cloth (in foreign stars) (not complete)

short shallow gasps

and when you look at me, the weight of how I feel is heavy on me

For He, too, is King

Heal Me, My Darling

Diversions

Conjunction

A Touch of Praise

Only Angel

Fill Me Up

Touch me Touch Me Touch Me

Kicks From Within

The Jedi and the tabby

Operatics

Crack Open (ObiAnidala)

Gold Collar

Parousia

Your One, Your Two

My Moon After the Tide

Poikilothermic

bled my eyes gold for you

Lights Off and My Chains On

Shattered Mirror

I think I could love you more

praise you

Just a simple touch

Here Without You Baby (not complete)

It’s How You Learn

Light Up the Trenches Where My Heart Lies

I’m Not All Right (But I’ll Be Ok)

Hidden Treasure

Two Hearts in Hand (Anakin / Savage Opress)

How Anakin Got His Groove Back (not complete)

Closed Doors

my beloved, how he shines

In the Heat of the Hour

Heat Simmer

Finally at Home

To Find the One

Inked

A Good Epithet

to touch the light, darkest

His name is Anakin and he is indeed a person (not complete)

Anakin’s Comfort

Silent Tears

Weight Keepin’ Me Down

Win Condition

Admire The Foliage

be careful not to choke on your admirations

Lifeblood

(Tell Me I’m) Still Beautiful

I smile at the moon (death is on my face)

It’s A Meet-Cute

The Emperor’s Padawan (not complete, ObiAnidala at a future date apparently)

I’ll Thank My Car

In Charge

Kidnap Victim is a Whore (not complete)

deep resonance

improper methods of scientific inquiry

needs must

make it hurt cuz we love it when it burns

pretty bird and the closest thing he has to a father

Experiments in Oracular Ecstasy

Of Fawns and Fangs

all the better to love you with

Waterlogged

Restraint

Furious than a Dragon

we repeat what we don’t repair

The Prince’s Storybook

what tomorrow may bring, what tomorrow may carry away

gift of life

Gifts of Love

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Whump / Angst

The places you will be from

Come to the jedi temple in the next ten minutes if you want an asskicking

starbird

I myself have torn myself to shreds (Anakin/Padme AND Obikin)

No Such Thing as Getting Out of Hand (TW: SH, not described how it happens, happy ending)

I can’t love you in the dark

Invictus

fading to black

fathers

Of love and Recordings (Major Character Death)

falling apart

More Than Anything (Major Character Death)

Kyber Tears

Fingertips

A Certain Point of View

love is a battlefield (not a one-night stand)

Break

Always the Last to Know

Negotiation (Dead Dove DO NOT EAT situation, read the tags before reading)

For the Republic (Anidala, not as blaringly though more focused on Anakin than anything else)

The Ever Unspoken

And now we are strange (Anidala is one-sided)

amort & amor

Seeing The Truth

will it feel like the end?

your silence is deafening

Disappointment

A Price Like No Other

That Never Wrote To Me

Find me (not complete)

The Consequences of a Crash

We should run after each other (and be with one another)

Don’t be afraid.

In Fire (obikin at the very end, very slow burn and if you don’t like gore don’t read because it’s basically the entire thing)

Signs of the past (not complete)

The Rubble of Our Sins

Add a Strophe to the Poem of the World

balance is found in the one who faces his guilt

without darkness there cannot be light

when we rescue others, we rescue ourselves

facing all that you fear will free you from yourself

the wise benefit from a second opinion

somewhere along in the bitterness (not really obikin at all)

unthinkingly

Chains Bound and Broken

Care, Trust, and the Force (of course)

Continuing to Live (When I Wanted to Die)

There Growing Horns

we’ll make it to the other side

bleeding all on my own

Sometimes the Worst Decisions have the Best Outcomes

Do not stand at my grave and weep (no romance)

Ghost of Tatooine (not complete, Anidala, no obikin but they are very good friends and padme is not in it yet)

infinite sadness

Deepest Rivers

Four Walls and Two Jedi

Together or Not at All

Don’t go blindly into the dark

Halfway from the curb to the doorway

Lullaby (major character deathS, count em, plural)

my love has known yours for so long (the stars couldn’t keep us apart)

Lost and Found

from a certain point of view

angels choking on their halos (Anidala and Obikin)

Second Chances

Revelations and the Overprotectiveness that Follows

If I Don’t Remember You Tomorrow

First, Do No Harm

For Want of a Slave

The Night Will Pass (ObiAnidala)

we were too close to the stars (I never knew) (Obikin and Anidala)

the price of freedom (Anidala, no obikin sorry fellas)

Bonded

let me sooth your frayed mind

to be made right

I’m Trying

The Fall of the Master

Keep Carrying On

The Devils in the Details

where you go I’m going, there is no me without you

Chancellor’s Son

where is it?

Shame

When You Cry

bare his neck on the execution block

give us something to celebrate

The Side Effects of Saving a Life

Take all the Courage you have left

Dragons of Life and Legend

May Death Find You Alive

we find ourselves in each other

Unchained Hearts and Homes

I’m Here

Peace in a Lifelong Fight

As You See Fit

The Hunt (technically Anidala but Padme is dead from the start)

Heights

false stars offer no light

about-face

Hearts Mighty, Skins Whole

Don’t Leave Me This Way

I Didn’t Want To Break

Anxious Little Apricot

The Force Wills It

To Be Human

sear me

Forget To Remember

One More for Good Measure

Lovelorn Flowers

abandon

Smoke signals

(feel like I die) ‘til I feel your touch

In Sacrifice, Peace

Mockingbird On Fire

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Redemption

A Mouthful of Ash

A Fistful of Stars (not complete)

falling up (it says not a complete series, but it reads like it’s complete)

Torn Apart, Torn Asunder (not complete)

tender like a bruise (not complete)

The Jedi Child

Afterlife (not complete)

From Darkness he Came, But Light He Chose

A Plea from the Lost to the Found

a compelling argument

You’re Still In There

Krayt’s Son

all the words you do not speak

After the Night When I Wake Up

Waiting for the Light

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Miscellaneous

take my hand, have my soul

Embers: a Soulmate AU

Reading Into Things (ObiAnidala)

One touch and I Ignite

Star Crossed

The light of your beloved face (not complete)

In Pursuit of Cold Water

Against All Odds (not complete)

The World Undone

CT-Skywalker

Let me be that I am (not complete)

Sun Kissed (not complete, but it basically is)

Hourglass (not complete, but also basically complete)

with forever time (not complete)

Balance

The Will of The Force (not complete)

in an endless universe (not complete)

I Feel Like a God Right Now

The Garden

To Help Carry the Weight of These Wings (not complete)

the kids aren’t alright (Anidala AND Obikin)

It’s Not a Rule if You Don’t Try ad Break It

If You Can’t Break the Rules, Buck the System

A fool at heart

the kind that was burned first

Loves Me Like A Rock

Time and Tide (not complete)

Haunting (no romance)

encode (not complete)

Possession

Stars Above: Obikin Week 2018

Across the Darkness (Anidala and Obikin)

A Fateful Meeting

asked for and received (prompt fills) (not complete)

when the night is over

I’m Right Here (not complete)

One Lone Candle (not complete)

Rebel With a Cause

Desert Child

Wish upon a star

Till Human Voices Wake Us

Moonlight Serenade (not complete)

The Case of Republic V. Skywalker

Unconscious Design

Shifting the Blame Around

Mace Windu Fixes the Timeline ,,, And Breaks it in Whole New Ways

no other faith is light enough for this place

for blue skies

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Basically Novels

Needing/Getting

Lex Talionis

Mother

“That’s it, we’re out”

Second Chances

Open Skies

Conceal Me What I Am

Only You

Wait for It

The Same Hope

Choose your words

The Middle Path

Hunting the Homeward Light

Icarus Rising

A Jedi’s Secrets

Dark Courts Light

Under The Four Moons

#star wars #Clone Wars #star wars prequels #obikin #obianidala #Anakin Skywalker #omega anakin #alpha obiwan #obi wan kenobi #fanfics #whump #fluff #kakisocks rec list

[keirawantstocry]

Okay you can totally say no because I already asked for a prompt, but I loved that prompt so much. New request is Jordelia for "resting a head on the other's shoulder" and I will also of course write you a Thomastair or Jordelia prompt of your choosing as well

fun fact. i picked a random book for james to read in this story and when i looked for a snippet to put in, it turned out the main charcters name was cordelia. fate am i right?

Resting a head on the other’s shoulder 

James knew he was the luckiest man in the world. It was hard not to know when he had the world’s loveliest most stunning woman currently resting her head on his shoulder as they lay in bed together. A book lay propped up in his lap. King Lear, the classic tragedy. Not perhaps something a regular man would read to put his wife to sleep but that was James and Cordelia for you. And while the Cordelia of the novel was not quite a namesake for the beautiful woman against him it was still a nice little tidbit. 

“Thou Nature, art my goddess,” James read as Cordelia yawned against his shoulder. “To thy law my services are bound. Wherefore should I stand in the plague of custom, and permit the curiosity of nations to deprive me. For that I am-” 

“James.” His name sounded heavenly when falling from Cordelia’s lips. 

“Yes my love?” 

“May we go to sleep now?” she asked. “While I do always appreciate the melody of your voice I am exhausted. Lucie had me running around all day.” 

“Say no more, Daisy,” he said, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head while he ran a hand down her hair. With a bit of situating, he laid the book down on their night stand and turned off their lamp before turning to curl into his wife. 

“Goodnight, James,” she said distantly as sleep began to grab her already. 

“Goodnight, my dear,” he said back, surrendering to the continuous stream of thoughts about how perfect she was until he too drifted off into dreamland. 

#i shall be in your inbox shortly with my request #my writing #fanfiction #cordelia carstairs #james herondale #jordelia #the last hours

[half-dead-writer]

|| First Impressions ||

[ John Doe / Joker x Reader ]

Reader, a homeless thief, gets to stay at the abandoned subway where the Pact resides. John's the one to show him around.

🌈 || John Doe / Joker [Batman: The Telltale Series] 🌈 || ~1,4k words 🌈 || gender-neutral reader

TW: I don't know shit about Batman or DC I got interested in it purely because of Telltale's game. I'm weak for sweet men with mental issues. I was very surprised to see there's like no Joker x masc reader so I came to fix that. Which... still turned gender-neutral, curse my genderless writing. Well, I'm planning to write more, so this is kind of like a part one I guess. I wish I was better at nailing the character's behaviors but well, I can dream.

You took a few careful steps before seeing the full Old Five Points, the abandoned subway station with a woman wearing black and red clothes walking close behind you.

"Here we are!" She extended her arm to properly show you the place as her voice lightly echoed.

"Isn't it lovely?" Harley added after a while, judging your reaction with a carefree smirk.

You looked around the place, still rightfully distrustful of her intentions, but for your sake you decided to play nice.

"It's- spacious." You tried to compliment the place with a halfly-joking tone.

"Yeah, it is. Hopefully there's gonna be a place for you to stay." She commented with a (not so) subtle undertone of dominance as she walked down the stairs, not bothering to look if you're following her. "As long as you contribute, that is."

You stayed silent, not really knowing what to respond to the girl's flaunting of having a steady place in the group. You were fortunate enough to convince her to let you stay as you had nowhere else to go.

You were a mere homeless thief, lots of those could be found in the streets of Gotham. Maybe she saw something in you, or maybe she thought you'd be gone sooner than later. Harley was still a new person to you and you had no idea what her deal was, except that she thrived on chaos, so maybe that's why she let you join - because she wanted some entertainment out of you.

After a short moment Harley exclaimed again.

"Oh, Puddin'!" Her melodious voice echoed again, leaving you wondering who else is residing here.

You were a bit ashamed to admit to yourself you had no knowledge of who, where, and why. Your only briefest idea of the place was that there was a couple of criminals living here. You were determined to finally have a "home" or at least not sleep on the street, hence why you took the offer of staying here.

You noticed a tall man wearing a funky outfit come out of what you now saw was a small building with "Ha-Hacienda" signed on it.

"Harley! You're back!" The man remarked happily while approaching. "How was the trip? Oh, you brought a friend?"

You didn't want to stare too much at the uncanny looking fella who had a wide smile on his face, which was the exact opposite of him, as he looked you up and down, making you slightly uncomfortable.

"Poor thing doesn't have a place to stay, so I thought we could spare some here." You heard as she faked the care in her tone.

You saw as she put the hand on her hip while speaking. "I still got some errands to run, so I'll be going. But I hope you show our new member around, won't you darling?"

"Of course!" He grinned even wider, fiddling with his hands in excitement and looking at you after.

"See you later, Pud'." She kissed him on the cheek with the audible "mwah" at the end, making the man giggle quietly and then turned to you both as she was leaving, motioning her fingers in a "bye-bye". "Don't forget to behave."

You weren't quite sure if she was referring to "Puddin'" or you, but you assumed it was you.

Finally you were left alone with the eccentric fellow. You had no idea whether it was safe to trust him, but aside his creepy look he didn't seem as... harmful? Although you were cautiously wary, at least he tried to be friendly.

"Oh boy, a new face!" He rushed you out of your thoughts with his cheerful demeanor. "Y/N, huh? I hope Harley didn't scare you too much. She's good at that." He chuckled.

You didn't really know how to behave, nor what to say, as the nameless man kept talking.

"I... I guess so." You finally managed to get a word in. "I mean- it's a good trait, if you think about it. At least in this line of work."

"Heh, right. That's Harley!" He confirmed once again, clearly thinking fondly of her. "...I'm getting chills just thinking about her-"

You were a bit bored of him gushing about the girl, but you weren't about to stop him.

"Oh! But where are my manners- You gotta excuse me, I'm a bit rusty with introductions." He once again put his hands together, trying to keep his eagerness at bay not to scare you off. "Name's John."

"Y/N. But- You already know that." You smiled politely yet awkwardly, also being rusty on meeting new people.

"Yes- And what a lovely name it is!" He put his hand on your shoulder, seemingly not aware of how "in your face" he was.

The sudden gesture made you shudder involuntarily, not used to other people being so touchy. You cringed at yourself slightly.

He quickly took away his hand, tilting his head slightly. "Oops, sorry for startling you. I didn't realize I was that scary." You were unsure of how much truth hid behind his words, as he turned more sheepish.

"Uh, nah, it's fine- You got a lovely name too." You didn't think much as you copied his compliment, rushing to get away from the awkward situation and in turn getting into yet another one. You didn't wanna be too forward, in case he thought you weren't sincere.

"Oh, you think so?" He put his fingers to his chin in a thoughtful manner. "Isn't it a bit... hm... common?" He turned his attention on you again.

You merely shrugged, looking around, unsure what to say.

"Well- There's a reason it's common, right?" You had a faint worry of conversation becoming too flat, but John didn't seem to mind.

"Guess I can't argue with that!" He chuckled. "But anyway, I'm supposed to show you around-"

. . .

John appeared to really be as friendly as he portrayed himself, or at least he seemed genuine in wanting to know you. Chit-chatting to you non-stop as he showed you the place, which wasn't really much, given the place was just a subway turned into something livable.

Last stop he showed you was his "Ha-Hacienda", which you couldn't disagree was a bit cozy looking. Well, as cozy as it could get in a place like this. The entrance was decorated with some lights, which made the thing pop a little. The only thing that wasn't really homey was the lack of solid 4 walls, as the room was fully visible through the big windows. You shouldn't really judge it too much though, at least he had somewhere to sleep, unlike you.

"So? What do you think?" He extended his arms as he showed you his room.

As you walked in, you could tell it was his room. The walls were decorated with various things like masks, photos of John with other people, some cobwebs here and there, even an Arkham t-shirt.

"It suits you." You lightheartedly said, in the best way possible.

"Hah, I'm glad you think so!" He sat on the bed, looking at his things proudly. You wondered if his cheeks hurt from smiling so much around you.

"I wonder where you are gonna reside, though." He opened up with yet another topic when things were just about to get quiet. This man was a never-ending talk, but you kinda liked that.

"Oh- I- actually... don't know." You admitted, scratching your arm a little while just lingering in his room on your feet, not wanting to overuse his hospitality and, god forbid, making him angry by sitting on his chair - you were still cautious on that, although you were opening up slowly.

"Well- I know the subway's cold walls and floors are inviting, but you know what, I like you." He flashed you a toothy grin. "Maybe you could stay here. We should get you some sleeping bag- or, you can even take the chair, if you'd like."

You were a bit surprised on John's offer, but you couldn't deny his room was better than some cold hallway. At least the ceiling's lights gave some sort of illusion of warmth. And from what you observed of him, John was quite mindful of your comfort, so you didn't have to worry about any inappropriate stuff going on.

You took a moment to process the offer and nodded your head.

"Um- okay. That's very nice of you to offer." You showed him a genuine smile, him quickly reciprocating.

"Then it's settled!" He got up from the bed he was sitting on in a sudden spurt of energy and added after a while.

"...Roomie."

#batman the telltale series #telltale batman game #telltale john doe #telltale joker #telltale joker x reader #telltale john doe x reader #john doe x reader #joker x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #x reader #john doe #joker #gn reader #thief reader #telltale #fanfic #fanfiction

[tallbluelady]

12. humming a melody together

After working with the rambunctious group that included Nero tol Scaeva, Rowan found herself needing quieter company. Within a few days they would ascend to the top of the Crystal Tower and Rowan found that she fared much better in battle if she had a rested mind as well as body.

Unable to find a restful environment in the Rising Stones, Rowan sought the quieter company of the Waking Sands. She stopped by the common room to see who was still out and about.

"Rowan, what brings you here to the Sands?" Arenvald asked.

"It's too noisy at the Stones lately," Rowan said. "I can't hear myself think half the time."

Arenvald chuckled. "Well, if you don't mind me chattering away then I think you'll have a better time here."

Rowan sat and listened to the various gossip of Vesper Bay through Arenvald's eyes. It was nice to just listen to and comprehend a singular conversation rather than seven or so. The young man had just gotten into the more esoteric chores Urianger was having him do when the man himself entered the room.

"Arenvald, dost thou know if there is yet any stew remaining?" he asked, then he almost jumped when he saw Rowan. "Mistress Rowan, I did not expect thy company tonight. Is aught the matter at the Rising Stones?"

"There's naught but the voices of just a few too many people." Rowan smiled. "Alphinaud's recruitment strategy seems to work despite my shyness." 

Urianger nodded and spoke praise of the young Scion as Arenvald got the three of them bowls of stew that was still on the hearth. The three of them shared the meal in happy conversation and stories.

Arenvald yawned and stretched after a few bells had passed. "Well, I think it's time for me to hit the hay. You two - well, you two are going to stay up as late as you want, but don't stay up later than usual."

Rowan chuckled and waved the other Scion good night.

Urianger tapped on the table for a few seconds to a familiar rhythm after Arenvald left. Then his face lit up. "I just recalled the book I wanted to show thee. Shall we adjourn to the library?"

The tapped rhythm wouldn't leave Rowan's head as they walked to the cramped space that served as the Sands' library. She hummed at a volume she thought was low enough to not be heard. She had been reprimanded enough as a child to learn how to keep her volume in check.

So she chuckled when she heard Urianger start humming along with her as he traced the book covers finding his book.

"Wherefore art thou laughing?" he asked, handing her the book.

"We ended up humming the same song," Rowan said. "The funny thing is that I don't even remember what it's called."

Urianger gave a nervous chuckle. "Ha, so we did... ah, I believe the title to be The Red Rocks, which this tome also taketh as its own. Arenvald sangest the tune as he was cooking tonight. And as thou hadst asked about a book on Ala Mhigo but recently so did fate deigneth to remind me of it."

"Thank you," Rowan said warmly, "I'll read it tonight." Both smiled at the other awkwardly, unable to think of what else to say. Rowan turned quickly to remove the sudden temptation to give Urianger a peck on the cheek. Where did that come from? Mayhap I've been with A'quexta and Thorsthal too long. "Good night, milady," he called as she reached the door. "Ah, good night, Urianger."

Thanks for the prompt!

#i need a writing tag #aether and anatomy #rowan argentas #wol x urianger #holy smokes the pining between these two! #this is probably after the ramuh fight #which urianger watches #and so he is aware that he's attracted to her at this point #and rowan is somewhat aware of her attraction as well #but neither are gonna do aught about it!!!

[separatist-apologist]

I sent my Elucen songs twice. The first one consisted of only songs in English, but I just could not pass up the opportunity to not send songs in my own native language. The songs in question well 3 or 4 of them are from former Yugoslavia(which are still to this day sung) and 1 is from a Serbian movie. I just thought a little diversity would be nice and thought of maybe posting the translations of the songs in question on the last day(because it is a free day) so that everyone could understand why they gave me Elucien vibes, thou for some songs you can just listen to the melody and hear the vibe. I have to say that I loved the idea of an Elucien playlist, whoever came up with it I salute you. Have a nice day!<3

Yes! I'm so glad you did that! If they're on spotify, they will be added! I hope you do that for free day. It would be really wonderful, I think.

#we have such a nice community here!! #i am grateful for our little corner of the fandom #elucienweek2022

[beantothemax]

this is near the beginning btw :3 i'm adding stuff

“...I’m gonna wake Sir Olberic. Mind gettin’ H’aanit?” Alfyn’s voice cut into his thoughts like a dagger, and he got up silently to nudge the huntress awake. 

“Hm? What dost thou want?” H’aanit asked blearily, sitting up. 

Therion folded his arms, bangle clinking. “It’s your turn for watch. I’m going to sleep. Wake me up when it’s time to go.” 

He crawled into his bedroll, forced his breathing to even out, and waited. He waited until H’aanit had engaged in conversation with Olberic before slipping out of his roll, leaving the map behind.

Therion wandered among the rocky outcrops for a while, breathing the crisp mountain air. It was acrid and harsh, but it felt nice. He could almost imagine he was with Darius again, and they were taking a stroll after a successful haul. 

Yeah, he thought bitterly, kicking a stone off the mountainside. Like that’d ever happen again. 

He sat down a safe distance away from the edge, watched as the sun began to rise- and listened as shouts began echoing across the valley. 

There were cries for him, voices shouted his name. The chasm before him echoed it like a melody, singing softly to itself. Therion felt his blood turn to ice as he remembered that same song being played to the tune of his terrified screams. He remembered his own voice echoing off the walls of a ravine, the sounds of Darius’s cold laughter ringing loud as a church bell. 

“Therion! Theeerriiiiooonnn!” 

Tressa’s voice was growing nearer. He stayed where he sat. Maybe if she didn’t sense any movement, she would turn back. Give up. Let his presence pass like a ghost in their group, fleeting and temporary. That was how he intended for it to be, anyways. 

He even had his shawl and scarf with him. There was nothing behind at camp that he needed to get. He could leave right now, if he truly wanted to. 

But then Linde came bounding up to him, yowling and tackling him, and he twisted away from the direction of the chasm, old scars twinging with the memory. 

“Therion! There you are! We were looking all over for you!” Alfyn cried, rushing over and hauling him to his feet.

Therion wanted to cry. Whether it was from shame at considering abandoning the group so soon or embarrassment for being caught, he wasn’t sure. There was dust everywhere, and he was dry-heaving, and next thing he knew he was back at the campsite, sitting on the grass with a bowl of soup in his lap.

mav what if I died right fucking now

#THERI REMINISCING ABOUT DARIUS. THINKING FOR A MOMENT OF LEAVING THE OTHERS BEHIND. BEIJG UPSET WITH HIMSELF AFTERWARDS. LINDE. SOUP. #I AM GOING TO SCREAM #MAV THIS IS SO FUCKING SWEET AUH……… #going to be thinking of this a lot tonight… #asks #adventures-of-turnabout #inbox fic

[donttalkaboutmemes]

One Hundred and One Dalmatians (1961) Sentence Meme

Under the cut you will find 110+ sentences from 1961 version of  One Hundred and One Dalmatians to use for your enjoyment!

1.      “My story begins in London, not so long ago.”

2.      “So much has happened since then that it seems more like an eternity.”

3.      “It was a beautiful spring day, a tedious time of the year for bachelors.”

4.      “As far as I could see, the old notion that a bachelors life was so glamorous and carefree was all nonsense. It was downright dull.”

5.      “It was plain to see that my old pet needed someone.”

6.      “He was married to his work, writing songs. Songs about romance, of all things, something he knew absolutely nothing about.”

7.      “He’s intelligent enough as humans go.”

8.      “I could see no reason why my pet didn’t deserve an attractive mate.”

9.      “Dogs are a pretty poor judge of human beauty.”

10.   “It was almost too good to be true.”

11.   “I’d never find another pair like that, not if I looked for 100 years.”

12.   “A perfect meeting place, if I could only arrange it.”

13.   “It was a perfect situation if I planned it right.”

14.   “At first I had no particular plan, just anything to attract attention. You know, stir things up a bit.”

15.   “Things were going along first-rate.”

16.   “I wasn’t giving up. I was determined that, somehow, they just had to meet.”

17.   “I’m terribly sorry. Please, let me help you.”

18.   “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what’s come over him.”

19.   “I’m terribly sorry. He’s never acted this way before.”

20.   “Please just go away. You’ve done enough.”

21.   “Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honor her, and keep her in sickness and in health; forsaking all others, keep those only unto her so long as ye both shall live?”

22.   “After all, dogs were having puppies long before our time.”

23.   “You know, at times she seems almost canine.”

24.   “Melody first, my dear, and then the lyrics.”

25.   “It’s her. It’s that devil woman.”

26.   “Miserable as usual, darling. Perfectly wretched.”

27.   “No time for games. Where are the little brutes?”

28.   “You’re such a wit.”

29.   “Isn’t that a new fur coat?”

30.   “I live for furs! I worship furs! After all, is there a woman in this wretched world who doesn’t?”

31.   “I’d like a nice fur, but there are many other things…”

32.   “This horrid little house is your dream castle and he’s your bold and fearless Sir Galahad!”

33.   “That witch! That devil woman! She wants our puppies.”

34.   “Nothings going to happen to our puppies.”

35.   “What does she want with them? She can’t possibly love them.”

36.   “I was so happy at first, but now I…”

37.   “The puppies are here!”

38.   “Can you imagine fifteen puppies?”

39.   “The devil take it!”

40.   “You can’t afford to keep them. You can scarcely afford to feed yourselves.”

41.   “Enough of this nonsense! I’ll pay you twice what they’re worth.”

42.   “Keep the little beasts for all I care! Do as you like with them, drown them!”

43.   “I warn you, we’re through. I’m through with all of you!”

44.   “You’ll be sorry, you fools! You…you idiots!”

45.   “He was a blooming hero!”

46.   “He’s even better than dad!”

47.   “Look at him run, the old coward.”

48.   “Where did you ever hear such talk? Certainly not from your mother.”

49.   “I’m so hungry I could eat a whole elephant.”

50.   “See, what did I tell you? That’s one of his tricks.”

51.   “We better get these little nippers off to bed if we’re going for a w-a-l-k.”

52.   “One more pinch and they’ll throw the keys away.”

53.   “You’ve been thinking? I warned you about thinking.”

54.   “You got cloth ears? I said you’re not coming in here.”

55.   “She’s a regular little tartar, ain’t she?”

56.   “If you don’t get out of this house, I’ll call the police!”

57.   “You’ve cut me to the quick!”

58.   “I wouldn’t stay here if you asked me! Not even for a cup of tea!”

59.   “Sharps the word and quicks the action.”

60.   “Dog-napping! Tsk-tsk. Can you imagine such a thing?”

61.   “Not one shilling til the jobs done.”

62.   “What a dreadful thing. I just saw the papers. I couldn’t believe it.”

63.   “Is she calling to confess?”

64.   “I admit she’s eccentric, but she’s not a thief.”

65.   “She’s still number one subject in my book!”

66.   “The twilight bark? That’s only a gossip chain.”

67.   “There’s no one out tonight. I’m afraid it’s too cold.”

68.   “Quiet, boy! DO you want to stir up the whole neighborhood?”

69.   “Have they called the police? Scottland Yard?”

70.   “The humans tried everything.”

71.   “You’d better make it loud and clear or he’ll never get it.”

72.   “Nonsense! No one’s lived there in years!”

73.   “They say the ol’ place is haunted or bewitched or some fiddle-faddle.”

74.   “Use extreme caution. No telling what sort of hocus pocus you might run into.”

75.   “Watch out for the baduns.”

76.   “This hogwash ain’t fit for a fancy bloke like yourself.”

77.   “Go on. Get out of here or I’ll black your other peeper.”

78.   “I’ve got no time to argue. It’s got to be done tonight.”

79.   “It must be a yes or no question.”

80.   “Poison them. Drown them. Bash them in the head!”

81.   “I don’t care how you kill the little beasts, but do it. And do it now!”

82.   “Please, miss. Have pity.”

83.   “I’ll be back in the morning. The job better be done or I’ll call the police!”

84.   “You’d better get out of here if you want to save your skin.”

85.   “I’ll pop ‘em on the head. You do the skinning.”

86.   “You mangy mongrel! I’ll knock your blinkin’ block off!”

87.   “I’ll skin every one of them spotted hyenas if it’s the last thing I do.”

88.   “She’s a devil! A witch!”

89.   “We’ll take them home with us. All of them.”

90.   “When I give the signal, we’ll attack.”

91.   “Never fear. We’ll hold them off til the bitter end.”

92.   “You idiot! Dogs ain’t that smart!”

93.   “We’ll find the little mongrels if it takes til next Christmas.”

94.   “Watch your driving, you imbeciles! Do you wanna get nabbed by the police?”

95.   “My nose is froze and my ears are froze and my toes are froze.”

96.   “We’d just about lost hope.”

97.   “Have you ever seen so many puppies?”

98.   “We were so worried about you, been trying to reach you.”

99.   “Get some rest and don’t worry. I’ll be standing watch.”

100. “They’re so dear. I wish they could stay with us for always.”

101.  “Let them sleep, the poor things. They’re so exhausted and they still have such a long way to go.”

102.  “You mean we don’t have to walk anymore?”

103.  “We’re gonna fool the ol’ mad lady!”

104.  “Do ya suppose they disguised themselves?”

105.  “We’re froze clean to our bones.”

106.  “What in thunder are you trying to do?”

107.   “Ain’t nothin’ to it. I’ll give him a nudge and shove him in the dirt.”

108.  “That’s your first big hit. It’s made more money than we ever dreamed of.”

109.  “Here’s a bit of Christmas cheer for you, if there’s anything to be cheerful about.”

110.  “Sometimes at night I can hear them barking, but it always turns out I’m dreaming.”

111.   “What a wonderful Christmas present!”

#ask meme #askbox meme #roleplaying meme #roleplay meme #sentence meme #disney meme #one hundred and one dalmatians

[islandpcosjourney]

Day 21 – May ’22 challenge

29th May 2022

When it comes to translations of the bible, it often divides people. I have been divided myself on many occasions. Today was one of those occasions when I wasn’t divided and it’s a rare event, worth noting.

God is at the heart of my healing. I know that, I feel that. This morning’s service took my breath away when we sang Psalm 103, the Sing Psalms version. I’ve not had a great relationship with the Sing Psalms versions of the Scottish metrical psalms which I grew up with. We all like what we know and are used to, that’s only human. The metrical psalms are beautiful in many ways but difficult to read and instantly understand. The tunes suggested for each psalm always fit really perfectly – the rhythms of the metre fitting together like a glove. The new Sing Psalms sometimes don’t match as well and as a musician, it can grate on me! However, that’s not for this debate, just as background as to why I haven’t always had a positive relationship with the new psalms. I also felt that words were changed unnecessarily, until I saw the benefit of some of those changes today.

Sing Psalms, Psalm 103

3 The LORD forgives you all your sins, And heals your sickness and distress; 4 Your life he rescues from the grave, And crowns you in his tenderness.

5 He satisfies your deep desires From his unending stores of good, 6 So that, just like the eagle’s strength, Your youthful vigour is renewed.

It spoke to me, of exactly what I’m going through currently. This version did that as soon as I saw it and sang it, and after the service I wanted to check the metrical version, to compare them. The first thing I noticed was that each “verse” was double the length. Still 22 “verses” in each but the Sing Psalms version was condensed (what I’d call 12 x 4-line verses)

Scottish Psalter, Psalm 103

3 All thine iniquities who doth most graciously forgive: Who thy diseases all and pains doth heal, and thee relieve.

4 Who doth redeem thy life, that thou to death may'st not go down; Who thee with loving-kindness doth and tender mercies crown:

5 Who with abundance of good things doth satisfy thy mouth; So that, ev'n as the eagle's age, renewèd is thy youth.

While the Scottish psalter version is very poetic and beautiful, there’s no way I’d have understood it at the same level that I did with the Sing Psalms version this morning. I still prefer singing the Scottish psalter version, for its sheer melodic and rhythmic beauty but having the Sing Psalms version has made it easier to understand, a translated text with instant meaning without having to analyse it too much – that is what I appreciate now about the Sing Psalms versions. However, the jury is still very much out with the choice of melodies used for most of them – new melodies, hymn melodies. Some of the new tunes don’t follow a predictable pattern like the old ones, they’re harder to “pick up” and therefore not as enjoyable to sing as a result. We, as human being, naturally enjoy repetitive patterns, the rise and fall of a melody showing us the way to the end of each line & verse, rhythms giving interest and fitting in nicely with the words. I haven’t noticed the same with the new tunes which is a shame.

Anyway, back to the psalm and how it spoke to me. The obvious aspects of it:

Health - physical

Distress - mental

Rescues from the grave – the self-destructive path leading me to an early grave

Deep desires – a child

Renewed youthful vigour – turning the clock back around 20yrs

All of the above have been aspects of my life which have concerned me and which I have written about many times in this blog – all addressed in 2 verses of a psalm – how wonderful is that?

The other day I got an appointment through for a pre-op assessment. I’ve been waiting for an operation to remove the lipoma on my side. When I got my scalp cysts removed, it was then that the surgeon explained that my lipoma was too big to remove via local anaesthetic and he said he’d put me on the list for surgery. Ever since, I’ve been worrying about a general anaesthetic. I’ve never liked the idea of being put to sleep, for anything. I can handle pain, to a certain degree, and even when I had my heart procedure back in 2014, I was awake the entire time, therefore not even that procedure scared me! I had certain anxieties surrounding it, of course I did, but at least I was awake and able to be aware of what was going on the whole time. I have had a fear of the unknown, an irrational fear of being put to sleep and being operated on. I would much rather deal with the pain and be awake but apparently the incision would be too big for a local anaesthetic, despite me having seen bigger lipomas being removed on TV with locals 🤷🏻‍♀️ I know that’s perhaps the US where they have different systems, but I still don’t understand why it would be different here. There hasn’t been a chance to talk to anyone about it and deep down I feel like it’s really unnecessary to have to go to the extent of putting me under when it’s only essentially “popping” a large fat cell. I don’t have a date for the surgery yet but my pre-op assessment for my heart procedure was 10 days before the op so perhaps this will be similar – at least Kevin will be home to help me out as I’m sure I’ll need to be driven home and no doubt I’ll be tender for a few days.

This morning’s psalm reminded me not to be afraid. Verse 4 says he’ll protect me – looking over me throughout the procedure, keeping me safe. It is comforting to know that, despite me still having irrational anxieties about any kind of hospital appointment/procedure. I always have little flutter of nerves any time I’m near a hospital. I don’t know where it comes from but with deep breathing & distraction, I get through it. I never used to like having bloods taken but after years of it, the initial anxieties I had which caused me such distress, have gone. If I can get through those irrational fears, I can get through anything.

[blessednereid]

Pity the Living

Daniel Sharman x Reader Series

A/N: The Much Requested, and By Requested, I mean @rogershoe wanted me to write this, MY DANIEL SHARMAN FANFICTION!!!!!! The character that Y/N plays is based on my OC for FTWD and is not an actual character in FTWD. Basic Premise of the setting for this chapter is that they're in high-school/ secondary school. But for the majority of the story(minus flashbacks) it's set in 2016/17 when s3 of FTWD was filmed.

Story Summary: When (Y/N) (L/N) reunites with a high-school friend on the set of the job she's been working on for the past 2-3 years, not only is she excited to work with the guy who inspired her to go into acting, but to hear about what he's done since she's seen him. But the more they talk, the more she realizes, this reunion is not going the way she had planned.

CW: Cursing? brief mention of alcohol, anxiety, mentions of food, fake dagger, fake blood, bets,

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Career Day

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Most of the students around you were chorusing to the tune of your school anthem, but not you. You had heard the melody and sung it almost a million times. Whether you were exaggerating or not, not even you knew. Instead, you were whispering and laughing with one of your best friends, Daniel Sharman.

You met Daniel when you first came to the school. You didn't know many people. You didn't even know yourself in this place. It was a completely foreign experience, but he stuck by your side and showed you around.

Since then, you had made friends, joined the swim team, learned your way around the school without ending up in the boys' restrooms instead of the girls' ones. Despite not needing Daniel to show you around anymore, he still provided plenty of comedic support and pick-me-ups and was a great mate all around.

Your teacher had just finished introducing all the parents who were presenting at career day. The assignment being after the presentations were finished, you were supposed to think about what you wanted to be in the future. You had no idea what you wanted to be. But of course… Daniel did.

"An actor."

"An actor?" he nodded. "Like Macbeth?"

"No, Macbeth is a character. An actor is a person who plays the character."

"Why an actor?"

"Dunno. Just seems right."

You frowned. "Huh, that's nice. Knowing what you want to be."

"You could always try acting. It's worth a shot."

"Hah, if I ever tried acting, it would probably be when I'm old, senile, and look like Betty White."

"Oh, come on. You're a great actress!"

"What's that supposed to mean, Sharman?" you gasped.

"Just that you tell fibs and stories as if they were the truth. That's all acting is."

"I DO NOT!"

"How did you convince your mum that your dog jumped onto the table and ate the cake without making any noise last weekend, then?" You opened your mouth to speak before closing it.

"Cat got your tongue?" he teased.

"Shut up, Sharman."

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L/N Residence

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You and Daniel were both swimming in the pool in your backyard when Daniel asked you the question.

"Did you think about it?"

Still floating, you asked, "About what?"

"Acting."

You laughed incredulously. "You were serious?"

"Of course I was." He swam closer to you and pulled your leg down, making you flop around and splash water.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

"Was just trying to get your attention," he remarked innocently.

You coughed. "You had it."

"Picture this," he waved you off. "Us, on the red carpet-"

"Who's red carpet?"

"Does it matter? We'll be each other's dates anyways."

"Why is that?" you asked.

"Because we're best friends."

"What if one of us has a boyfriend or girlfriend?"

He shrugged. "Ok, whatever. We're on the red carpet separately. It's both of ours red carpet-"

"So, does that mean we're in a movie together?"

"Yes, Y/N," he muttered exasperatedly.

"But that's impossible?"

"Why do you say that?"

You leaned closer to his ear. "BECAUSE I'M NOT BECOMING AN ACTOR."

He jumped away from you, proceeding to splash you with water.

"Mark my words. I know talent when I see it."

You sighed. "Could this just be you not wanting to be lonely in the acting world?"

He jutted his lip and spoke in a whiny voice. "Maybe…"

You laughed before splashing a giant wave of water at him. While he still had water in his eyes, you dove under and pulled him down.

He flailed around before his head popped up, and he calmed down.

"WHAT THE HELL!"

"PAYBACK, SHARMAN!"

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Announcement

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The intercom gave a heavy buzz, and static-y noises ran amok over the building before a voice actually came through the speakers.

"Hello, Teachers, Students, and Faculty. Welcome back to school. We hope that you all enjoyed your holidays and got the rest you needed to pay attention in class today," the last part was passive. Your principal gave more announcements for clubs and sports around the school, such as upcoming games or reminders for students to buy the school yearbook.

You were nodding along interested, or looking for interest really when something caught your best friend's attention.

"The school will also be hosting its first-ever play, Romeo and Juliet. Interested people should report to the music room before the end of the week to receive information."

You saw Daniel's eyes widen only moments before he spoke up. "Hey," he waved at you. "You should audition!"

"Daniel, are you insane?"

He chuckled, "No, but I think you'd like it."

You tried arguing, but he wasn't taking no for an answer. "You're the one who said you didn't know what you wanted to do after you graduated. Doing this cannot hurt."

"Yeah, it can't hurt until I trip on my costumes and break my neck!"

"That rarely ever happens," he said exasperatedly. "Ok, how about this? You audition, and if you end up getting a role and actually doing the play, I'll give you fifty pounds."

You squinted. "Do you even have fifty pounds to give me?"

"Do you even have to ask," he feigned shock in the accusation? You gave a sour face before he truthfully answered. "Fine, I don't have it now. But I will by the time the play comes around."

"What do I get just for auditioning?"

"I'll convince my mum to make that cake you like."

"Fine."

"BUT!" he exclaimed. "You have to audition for Juliet."

"You're kidding?"

He laughed. "No, I'm not. You have to audition for Juliet."

"I hate you," you mumbled before sighing a whispered 'fine.'

He gave a toothy smile. "Then we have a deal."

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Auditions

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You reluctantly walked onto the stage, Daniel's widening grin so visible in the audience. He said that he only put his name on the audition sheet so he could watch the auditions. He would've already been gone by the time it was his turn.

"Hello, My name is Y/n L/n, and I am auditioning for Juliet," your lips pressing into a straight line after saying the sentence.

You stammered through your first few lines. "Sh-Shall I speak ill of him— that is my husband?" You said with a laugh.

"Ah," you paused and clicked your tongue. "Poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name… When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?"

You said your following line in an accusatory manner. "But wherefore, villain... didst thou kill my cousin?" you said, though your voice squealed trying to pronounce 'didst.' "That villain cousin would have killed my husband."

"Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring!" Your voice rose and fell several octaves. "Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy." Fake tears spring to your eyes, your voice cracked, and you began slowly falling against an invisible wall.

You looked down at your paper for what to say next. "My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband. All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?" You wiped your cheeks dramatically.

"Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murd'red me. I would forget it fain;" your lips quivered, and you sucked in deep, heaving breaths before speaking your line.

"But O, it presses to my memory. Like damnèd guilty deeds to sinners' minds! 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banishèd!" You shouted.

You stood back up in a startling jump, and with a proud smile, you said triumphantly, "And Scene!"

The directors and some students in the audience, especially Daniel, gave a round of applause before the director dismissed you.

You took the steps to the stage and sat next to Daniel as the director called the next student to audition.

"You were amazing! The director might as well have given you the role right then and there."

You laughed, "Hang on, charmer. There were a bunch of Juliet's who literally said that entire thing so… fluently. I stammered through the whole thing."

"But you showed more emotion than anyone else. You only had a week to prepare. The actual show will be like child's play."

"They want people who can memorize and recite. The emotion can be added later, but it's worth nothing if they forget their lines."

"There is such a thing called improvising for a reason," he reassured.

"Who in their right, bloody minds wants to improvise Shakespeare?"

He turned his head and chuckled before waving a five-pound note in front of your face. "Here, I got to go before they call me, but you earned this at least."

"Five pounds for being forced to audition for a stupid play so you can prove a point? Wow, you must really fancy me, huh, Sharman?" you said sarcastically.

"Goodbye, L/n," he whispered before sneaking out the back door of the auditorium.

"Alright, next up. Daniel Sharman!" The director shouted your friend's name a few more times before giving up.

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Headmasters Office

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A week after your audition, you were called to the headmasters' office. Thus is the cause of the curious looks from your classmates. Oohs and Aahs flooded your ears as you grabbed your bag and headed out the door to the front of the school.

When you got to the front of the building and went into the headmasters' office, you saw the Theatre director, Ms Parker, standing behind the desk. "Headmaster Leo allowed me to use his office to do this. Isn't that cool?"

Ms Parker was one of the younger teachers in school. She was twenty-four, and this was her first year teaching after receiving her bachelor's degree in education and a master's degree in music production. A fact she could astoundingly ramble about for fifteen minutes. As proven at the auditions.

"I didn't want to call you to the theatre room. That would be too predictable, correct?" You'd come to realize she was a very eccentric woman. "I have called you in here to inform you that you have been selected to perform in this year's play of Romeo and Juliet."

A wave of shock coursed through your body, and you were sure it reflected on your face. "Are you sure?"

"Darling, I'm positive!- your audition was totally spectacular! So brilliant-in fact- that I am completely sure in my choice to make you our female lead- Juliet!"

"What!" Your eyes widened into a blank stare. Your thoughts were running rampant in your mind. You thought that performing on the stage would be a breeze when you weren't the lead.

"Ms Parker, I didn't actually want the part of Juliet! It's just that my friend dared me to audition for Juliet! Is there no way I can get a smaller part? I'm no Juliet. The show would be ruined," you rambled.

The directors' facial expressions softened, "Darling, you are the only choice. None of the other people who auditioned can even compare to the amount of passion you produced in that audition. I am determined to have you as our Juliet."

You whimpered out an "Ok." Professors had a strange way of convincing you to do extra credit assignments or things that aren't necessary.

"We have a chemistry read for you and a few of our other choices for Romeo after school today. Do you need to contact a parent to let them know where you'll be?"

"Uh, yes, please."

After you made your call, you walked back to your classroom with shaky hands. The class period was almost over, but you had to tell Daniel that you had gotten a part in the show. Not just any part- THE PART!

You shuffled into the classroom reluctantly. All eyes were on you as every student had assumed you'd been in trouble. Either suspended, expelled, or told your parents were going to have a sit-down with the headmaster.

You took your seat next to Daniel before taking out a piece of paper and writing out a note, encompassing the words, "I got the part!"

You slid the sheet discreetly onto his desk. When he read it, his eyes widened, and he quietly moved his hands toward yours, beckoning for a high five.

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First Rehearsal

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After the chemistry read, the role of Romeo was given to a kid named James Mercer-Allen got the part. Though it was more because the directors were starting to become tired.

The next day was the first rehearsal. Swimming season was last semester, so there was no clash in schedules with the play.

"Alright, this rehearsal is to get acquainted with the stage, your fellow actors, and directors," she insisted. "Now, let's introduce ourselves. Can our Romeo please stand up?"

James stood up and gave a brief introduction. You were called on next. You stated your name, "I was on the swim team last semester, and I'm in my thirteenth year. I hope I can do this role justice."

More students stood up to introduce themselves. The entire process took more than thirty minutes.

The next thing to happen was that the rest of the students were called to recite lines for various roles. The only parts that had been cast preliminarily were Romeo and Juliet.

You and James had sat on the wooden stools unless there was a scene going on that needed Romeo and/or Juliet.

By the end of the first rehearsal, the majority of the speaking roles were cast. You went home exhausted but not expecting the conversation that waited for you.

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The Talk

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"We're moving?" you shouted at your parents from your seat across from them in the sitting room. "What do you mean we're moving."

"Honey, your dad got a job in the states, so we have to move," your mother argued.

"But what about school? No school will take me in the middle of the year, and it's my last year of secondary school. I don't want to spend the rest of my last year knowing nobody."

Your dad, the man of the hour, spoke up. "Dear, we're moving at the end of the year. After school ends."

"But- What about Uni?"

"You said you were taking a sabbatical year!"

"Yes, so I could intern in London!"

"Can't you intern in California?" Your mother whined.

"We're going to California? It's the furthest state?"

Your dad attempted to reassure you but failed. "Darling, it won't be that bad. Maybe you'll like it there more than you like it here!"

"I could never like anywhere more than I like it here!"

You agreed to go to your room and spent the rest of the day there. Later on, after you finished moping, you ringed up your closest friends to tell them you were moving. You did that until you were so tired you fell asleep on the phone with Sarah before you even called Daniel.

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Confrontation

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"Why am I hearing from everyone besides you that you're moving?" Daniel appeared out of thin air behind you, and the accusation was an assault on your conscience.

You could lie and tell him that you wanted to reveal that to him in person, or you could just tell him the truth- say you fell asleep. Mix-and-Match? You ended up just telling the truth. "I fell asleep when I was making some of my other calls. I was going to tell you, I swear!"

"Why didn't you call me first. I'm your best friend?"

"That's why! It was too hard. I kept putting it off and putting it off and putting it off because I didn't want to tell you, I don't want it to be true, and telling you of all people would make it feel real."

"Why can't you stay for Uni?"

"I already told my parents I was taking a gap year. I didn't apply to any colleges."

"Crap!" he sighed. "Ok, well, we're going to have to make the most of it. And! You're getting a going away party!"

"Daniel, I don't need-"

"No debate! You are getting a going away party!"

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Opening Night

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Four months later, after all the rehearsals and memorizations of lines. After much running around the entire film department, it was finally opening night, and your nerves were shot.

You were scrambling all morning to find everything you needed. All your costumes were at the school, but you still needed to bring your black leotard, skin-coloured tights, and wear your hair in an up-do style.

You decided to do your skincare routine, but your panic got the best of you, and you forgot what every single product was used for.

Daniel came over and helped you get ready but found you practically hyperventilating.

Your parents drove you both to the theatre, and when Ms Parker told you that Daniel couldn't be backstage, you promptly told her that he was your emotional support. After much arguing, she finally let him backstage.

Around an hour before showtime, the director told Daniel that he had to go wait in the audience if he already bought his ticket or that he had to go do it now.

Before he left, he gave you a pep-talk. "Hey, so one time, I was in this play, and the idea was that I was expelled, and there was a piece of paper I had to give my 'mother,' but I lost it. So we had to improvise, but I couldn't find the paper, and I felt horrible. So just know, even if you forget your lines, you must improvise, and remember, it still probably won't compare to the embarrassment I felt that day. So you can laugh at my humiliation. "

You chuckled, "I will. Ok, go before you get in trouble."

"Ok, me, our parents and all your friends will be in the front row. I've already reserved the entire row. I brought a whole bag of jackets just for that reason!"

"You can't do that," you said in between cackles.

"For you, I'll do anything," he grinned.

A few hours later and the show was almost done. "What's here? A cup, closed in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end," you wept.

"O, churl! Drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after? I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, to die with thine restorative." You leaned over James and let your hair fall to the side of your head to cover your face. You pulled back without actually kissing James.

"Thy lips are warm."

A whispery voice came from offstage, "Which way?" The cue for you to take the poison, which was actually cranberry juice.

"Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!" You grabbed the dagger and brought it near your chest. "This is thy sheath;" you drew the fake knife back three inches from your chest and stabbed it to where the bag of more cranberry juice was and punctured the bag. 'Blood' soaked through your dress. "There rust, and let me die." You fell dramatically onto the altar and waited for the scene to end as the crowd cheered.

After the show, you dashed into the crowd where your friends and family waited for you. Ovations and Applauses were passed, lauded boxes of chocolates and gorgeous roses were given.

When you got to Daniel, he practically tackled you with a hug. "I actually thought you died for a split second. The blood looked so real."

"Daniel, most people don't bleed that fast, do they?"

"I don't know but fear kicked in, and I couldn't make sense of anything."

You grinned and almost went to your parents before Daniel grabbed your arm. "You don't have a date to the Leavers ball, do you?"

"No, I don't. Why?"

He sighed. "Well, I was thinking that you could go with me. I don't have a date either."

You squinted, thinking there was some ulterior motive behind his actions. "Ok, I'll go with you if you give me the money you owe me before then."

"It's right here," he smiled.

Your face scrunched up, but you reluctantly agreed. You only had a month of school left, and you might as well spend it having fun with your friends.

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The Leavers Ball and the Getaway Party

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You were dressed in a light blue, pleated, Mikado prom dress that cut off at mid-thigh. You had black wedges on your feet and a black pearl-beaded bracelet on your arm.

You were wearing a half-up, half-down style that framed your face and a silver necklace with a circle-shaped diamond.

You were sitting in the parlour when Daniel rang the doorbell. He was ten minutes late.

"Sorry," he said when your dad answered it. "I know I'm late. I was picking up Kat and James."

Kat and James were your and Daniel's respective friends who'd started last year after you and Daniel introduced them.

"Hi," you popped out of the shadows. "Alright, Mom, Dad, we're late, so we're just going to get goi-"

"Wait! I have to take pictures! Go get Kat and James."

"No, Mom. No pictures!"

"It's only right. I just want a few. We can take it outside."

You sighed but reluctantly caved into your mother's will.

The four of you took pictures outside of Daniel's Jeep Wrangler. You took ones with silly faces, just girls, just boys, and ones with all four of you before your parents allowed you to leave.

You were forty minutes late, and the ball was already in full swing by the time you got there.

You got on the dance floor immediately because one of your favourite songs was playing, but the DJ switched the song as soon as you found a decent spot. It was a slow song. You chuckled, and Daniel put his hands on your waist.

"Well, this is awkward."

A few minutes later, Daniel posed an interesting question.

"Did you know that I had a crush on you when you first came to school?"

"Uh, you stammered. "No, I didn't know that."

"Yeah, I did. It was short, though. Surface-level."

"Oh," you said. "Should I take offence to that?"

"What?" His eyes widened in realization with what he said. "No, that's not what I meant. You have an amazing personality. I just meant that… I just meant I like you more as a friend than to ruin that with any of those feelings."

"Oh, ok. You wouldn't have, though."

"I wouldn't?"

"No, everyone needs an ego boost every once in a while."

"Haha!"

"And besides, I've had feelings for you at one point too. But it was very cliche, so I tried to shake it as hard as I could."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows. "And did you?"

"Like I said, as hard as I could. If it's still there somewhere, it's buried very deep, so much so that I was embarrassed."

"Embarrassed to like me?"

"I mean embarrassed to try and make my life seem like some movie."

"Oh, well, if you did, it would've just made you that much better as an actress. Speaking of that, would you consider acting in the least?"

"Maybe, now that I'm leaving, it's basically the last thing I have to connect me to you."

"No," he said, pointing to your bracelet. "You have that."

You had forgotten that it was Daniel who gave it to you, but the realization brought a smile to your face. "Oh yeah, I'll never take it off."

Later on, long before the ball ended, you saw many of your friends leaving.

"Hey, are you ready to go?" Daniel approached you.

"Where is everyone going?"

He wriggled his eyebrows. "Afterparty!"

"But it's not over?"

"Quit being a party popper and just come with us, L/N!"

You gave in, something you did a lot, and you all started driving. When you got there, you realized you were at Daniel's house.

"The afterparty is at your house?" you asked.

"Well…" James answered.

Kat joined in. "It's really an afterparty!"

"This is your going away party!" Daniel finished.

"But I'm not going away for another month."

"Well, now you have an entire month for people to give you gifts and stuff, and you don't have to worry about the party!" He reasoned.

"But why did it have to be after the Leavers ball?"

"Because you're already in a dress, and it has to be a surprise! Surprise!" Kat exclaimed.

"Alright, fine!"

The entire night you partied and danced, and though you didn't drink alcohol, plentiful amounts of pop and mocktails were passed around. The music was a delight to your ears with all your favourite songs. There were chips and pizza with all your favourite toppings.

"This party is awesome!"

Daniel grinned. "Well, I am an amazing party planner if I do say so myself."

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Airport

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Daniel's parents drove your family to the airport. Your parents had sold the car. Your dad would return in a week to close a deal on the house. Everything was official, and now you were leaving.

You got out of the car, and the tears forcefully began to fall.

"I'm really gonna miss you, jerk," you said disdainfully to Daniel.

He chuckled. "I'm going to miss you more."

"Impossible!"

He wiped the fallen tear from your eye, and for a moment, you could see every single multi-coloured speck in his eyes and noticed how sometimes they looked blue, and at others, they looked grey or green.

You noticed the curvature of his smile and the chisel of his jawline.You saw the hurt in his eyes that said, 'why do you have to go? You're killing me,' and wanted to never move from that position.

He continued to rub the tears that fell onto your cheek, and the sad moment was as sheltered as it could be. You felt safe with him, in his arms, just looking at his face and being reminded of how he comforted you in a place that felt as familiar as Oz felt to Dorothy.

"What am I gonna do without you?" you whispered.

"Get at least one acting job, get an assistant and an agent, I'll do the same thing, and then either one of us has our assistants reach out to our agents, so we get back in touch in case we ever lose touch."

He sounded so grave that you couldn't help but laugh. "That's assuming I do become an actress, Daniel."

"You're right," he whined. "But don't forget me."

"I promise."

And you tried to keep that promise. Throughout your first year, you interned at UCLA, working in the lab. You then applied to go to school there, and you still tried to keep Daniel in your mind. Maintaining a social life on campus combined with schoolwork already wasn't easy. However, you still wouldn't let yourself forget your best friend.

It wasn't until you entered your senior year and you were about to graduate that he started to wane in your memories. The things you did together became obsolete as new friends and memories replaced the old. The things he taught you were thrown out to make space for the new lessons you learned each day.

Even when you did become an actress, you never really remembered why you decided to. You remembered that your friend pushed you to do that play, but it was almost ten years ago, and for the life of you, you couldn't remember his name.

But you did do it, first as an extra, then a body double, and then you started getting l roles on smaller shows. But your big break was getting a quasi-lead role on the spin-off of a big television show, The Walking Dead. For two years, you enjoyed going to conventions and playing the complex character, Valeria Bishop, and you thought you had it all figured out.

But life has a funny way of coming full circle and throwing you a curveball that knows you off course and changes your life.

#Daniel Sharman x reader #daniel sharman fic #Daniel Sharman imagine #Daniel Sharman fluff #Daniel Sharman angst #very angsty #ftwd imagine #twd imagine #troy otto imagine #dylan obrien imagine #that last one is for exposure #I have no regrets

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honey muffins | pt.2

pairing: cheol x reader

warning: NONE, just cheol being a big simp. and a slight innuendo if you look closely...

The familiar chime of the bakery doorbell sounded as you rushed out from the back kitchen, brushing your floury hands against your apron.

Joy seemed to appear in the form of Choi Seungcheol.

‘Morning muffin.’ He spoke with his deep, just-woken-up voice. You wondered how he managed to make it sound like he was singing the sweetest song in the world.

‘Your here early, I’ve only just finished up the second batch.’ You giggled, walking to the front of the counter to stand in front of him.

‘Well, a certain someone promised me cupcakes soooo here I am.’

‘I don’t recall promising anything...’

‘You could never say no to me.’ He smiled, running a hand through his dark hair. The morning sunlight glistened in his eyes, the ones that you could seemingly get lost in forever.

‘Don’t get too used to that.’ You replied, warranting a laugh from the man as you spun around, hiding your small smile.

‘They’ll be done soon, give it a few minutes.’

He groaned dramatically, and leant his body across the counter, staring up at you with those puppy eyes. ‘Giving me that look won’t make the cupcakes bake any faster you know.’ You giggled, rolling your eyes at the sight of the man.

'I wish-'

A loud ping from your phone interrupted the man mid sentence, and you walked over to your tote bag laying crumpled on your stool beside the window.

'Boyfriend?' Cheol teased.

'As if.' You retorted. 'You think too highly of me.'

His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly. What did you mean by that? When he thought about it, reminiscing all the late night talks he’s had with you, the topic of love had never come up much.

It wasn’t that you avoided the topic but more like... it was an unspoken rule to not bring it up. There wasn’t really a reason why, not one Seungcheol could think of anyway.

Unless...

A loud gasp from the corner of the shop broke him out of his thoughts.

'mom: im just round the block, be there in 5 x'

You turned to the man with a sense of urgency, mouth agape.

'You have to go like, NOW.'

'Wait wha-'

'Fuck you can’t go through the front cause she'll see you leave-'

Cheol watched as you paced around behind the counter, chewing mindlessly on your lips, trying to think of something. Suddenly, you grabbed the mans hand and sprinted off to the back of the shop, dragging him behind you.

'Where-'

You suddenly pushed him into a dark, confined space. The smell of vanilla was overwhelming, and he figured this was the storage room. You suddenly took the mans hands into yours and looked at his-barely visible-face.

'My mom’s coming. If she sees you, we're dead meat. Stay put in here till she leaves, please? For me?'

Your voice sounded so desperate, and you knew he wasn’t going to refuse.

'How can I resist that pretty face of yours?' He replied, earning a hard smack in the chest from you.

'You can’t even see me right now.' You scoffed, turning around. 'But seriously, thank you. I owe you one for putting up with this.' And you smiled his favourite smile, and shut the door, bathing the man in darkness.

Would he really be hiding in a tiny storage cupboard, with only a table and shelves stacked with various baking ingredients for anyone else? He figured not. But something about the whole situation made him smile to himself in the dark. He felt like a teenager hiding under someone's bed, trying not to get caught by their parents. He was very much NOT a teenager, yet being with you made him feel like he was experiencing those years again. He could act like a complete fool, and you wouldn’t judge him like everyone else would. He could do something stupid, and you wouldn’t scold him like others do.

He suddenly became very aware of the stupid grin on his face.

Yet he did nothing to stop it.

----

A few moments later, and the door opened with a squeak.

'She's gone.' You sighed in relief, leaning against the door frame.

'Close call.' The man chuckled, sliding off the table and walking towards you. 'Now about those cupcakes...'

As if by magic, the oven timer sounded with a 'ping'. 'Great timing.' You laughed, however Cheol noticed the mischievous glint in your eye. 'Last one in the kitchen has to wash up?' You proposed, a smile like innocent poison. 'Bet.'

-----

Panting like madmen, the pair of you burst through the kitchen doors, a simultaneous 'I win!' jumping from your mouths.

‘We can't both be winners.' 'I don't count playing dirty as a fair win, Seungcheol.' You jutted your bottom lip out, puffing the hair out of your face. ‘You don't usually mind me playing dirty.' He smirked, a depth of gruffness in his voice.

'Not when I'm working Cheol.' You rolled your eyes, although a small smile crept onto your mouth as you opened the oven.

A smell of strawberries and cream enveloped the space, and Seungcheol smelt a sense of familiarity as he breathed in. It smelt like you: homely, and sweet.

'Taste test?'

'You know it.'

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Since he felt bad making you panic in the morning, Cheol offered to help you out in the shop that day. Of course, you refused, but there was no point arguing with him when he had already thrown a much too small apron onto himself.

The bakery was a much different atmosphere to the patisserie Seungcheol had gotten used to. There, rich business men and women clad in office attire would come in: grumbling about their 'awful' days, sipping on much too sweet, too overpriced tea.

Here, people of every creed and colour, every background would find themselves hopping in for a breakfast baguette, or a dessert brownie, or simply, just to speak to you. For as Cheol perched on your stool in the corner behind the counter, he noticed how everyone seemed so keen to talk to you. You knew the regulars as though they were close friends, sometimes stopping to speak about a relative, their cousins birthday party, if their job application had gone through.

Although you always told him you loved your job, he seemed puzzled as to how selling bread could ever be so interesting. You had laughed, telling him he wouldn't understand. Yet now, watching the radiant smile on your face as you spoke, the swiftness of your moves as you danced around trying to find a pretzel, he understood.

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You yawned, flipping the sign on the door to 'Closed!', as the sunset shone through the bakery windows.

'You didn't have to stay the whole time you know.' You spoke, beginning to lock the cupboards and doors of the store.

'I know. But I wanted to.'

'I mean...I'm glad you did. It's always nice having an extra pair of hands on deck. But I wish you'd spend your days off, well.... off.' You walked over to the man stood by the coat hooks, as he handed you your bag.

'Trust me, I'd rather be here than stuck in my own home. Now... would thou wish one to guide her to her humble abode?'

'Why yes, one would most certainly appreciate that.' You both laughed, the melodies of your voices melting into one, as you left into the breezy evening air.

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'And then, the man had the cheek to ask for my number! Like excuse me sir, you are at least twice my age!' You exclaimed, relaying the days events to Cheol as you walked home.

'Was it the biker guy with the long beard and knuckle tats?'

'YES- wait how do you know that?' You questioned, staring up at the man as he looked straight ahead.

'Well I guess you could say I did some 'people watching' as you like to call it.'

'Ahhh, I seem to be rubbing off on you Choi Seungcheol.' You giggled, lightly bumping into his side.

'Apparently so, next I'll be baking bread in my apartment and singing to sad songs in the shower-'

'HEY I thought we agreed to not talk about that.' You fake pouted, and bumped into the man again, harder this time.

'I'm sorry I'm sorry, I had to.' The man laughed. 'Anyways, what did you say to this guy?'

'Oh yes so-' and you babbled on and on, your hands frantically gesturing as they always did when you were ranting, sometimes accidentally tugging onto Cheol's arm that you were linking.

But he didn't mind. Actually, he found it rather adorable.

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a/n: AHHHH sorry for the long wait on this one, i had school and- WELL anyways i am now on summer break so i can write more frequently! i hope this suffices,,, pt 3 in the works rn ;))

#seungcheol #seventeen #svt #scoups #scoups imagines #scoups fluff #svt x reader #scoups svt #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt fluff #seventeen seungcheol

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A Bad Day

Draco X Reader

Requested: @eve-mal1 Can you do a fluffy Draco where you’ve had a rly bad day and he comforts you x💕

A/n: Okay, so Draco might be the cause of your terrible day, but he had good reason okay? Post-War fic and some forbidden love sprinkled in there as well. Love you guys lots, let me know that you think. 

I walked out to the top of the stairs and a large round of applause erupted. I took a deep breath and smiled softly, putting on a charade. I could do this. Everyone staring at me as I descended the stairs, putting in all of my effort not to fall flat on my face.

Ron came up beside me, to escort me. “Harry canceled last minute, he sends his regards,” 

“What?” I squeaked. “But... he was supposed to...”

Harry was the reason that I had even allowed this stupid Gala to take place. He was the one who convicted me that I deserved it. Or at least that everyone deserved a bit of a break and to celebrate whatever they could. It was the reason I was in this constricting dress and pinching shoes with a hairstyle that could only induce a migraine.

“I know, but we need to go before people begin to get worried,” Ron urged.

“Right,”

Taking his arm, we mingled.

“This is... ridiculous,” I decided, among the throng of people, all congratulating and thanking me and Ron for our efforts in the war.

“Why do you think I’ve avoided them for so long?” Ron muttered.

The night was a blur for the most part, there were warm smiles and dancing, most of which I avoided for quite some time. Ron and I had gotten separated after a while and I was left alone. He no doubt went to find Hermione, and I didn’t blame him in the slightest.

“Miss Y/l/n,” A warm voice welcomed me.

I was met with dark brown eyes and a charming smile.

“Just Y/n, thank you,” I offered a polite smile.

“I came to congratulate you. You are a brave woman,” The man took my hand and kissed it.

“Thank you, I just did my job, that was all,” I blushed and looked down, feeling awkward. 

“Do not downplay your achievements, it truly remarkable what you’ve done for this country,” 

“Thank you,” I felt the blush on my face grow stronger and the need to flee growing stronger. For better or worse, I was given an out.

The glass of the great hall shattered black robes and masked figured flooding into the Gala. Amongst the screams and chaos, I drew my wand, ready. My eyes met Ron’s from across the way the same determination in his eyes. I lost him in the fray, throwing hexes and spells to take down as many black cloaked figures as I could. Yet, with each Death Eater I took down, five more took its place.

Caught off guard, I was grabbed from behind. One hand covering my mouth, another grabbing the wrist of the hand that held my wand. The vice grip didn’t let me protest or break free.

“Come with me quietly, or your friends die,” There was something in his voice that I couldn’t place.

But I had no choice. We had just gotten through a war alive. I wouldn’t let their deaths come as a cause of my stubbornness. I went with the cloaked and hooded figure.

The assailant took me with him while Apperating. I barely found my bearings before I fell to the floor. The first thing I did was ditch the death traps that were my shoes. Then I turned on my aggressor, who had made the mistake of letting me go, wand still in hand.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you!” I shouted, my wand poised and aimed at him.

My kidnapper laughed, throwing down his hood, taking off his mask. I gasped. Silvery blond hair and cool grey eyes greet me. Grey eyes that held mischief.

“That reason enough?” Draco chuckled, throwing his mask onto a nearby bookshelf.

“You,” I growled, tightening my grip on my wand. “You...” There wasn’t an insult large enough to the anger I was feel.

“Put down the wand Y/n, you’re not going to hurt me,” Draco raised an eyebrow at me, his black cloak shrugged off and cast aside.

“But you! And the Gala! My friends! Those people!” I yelled.

“Are all perfectly fine.” The glint in Draco’s eye let me know that he knew something that I didn’t. It aggravated me to death.

“What game are you playing Malfoy?” I hissed. “We agreed,”

“We did,” He made his way toward me, taking the wand from my hand. “I missed you too,”

Sighing I gave in, allowing him to pull me into an embrace. It felt good to be home in his arms. It had been too long. I could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath he took, reminding me to steady myself.

“What were you thinking?” I whispered into his shoulder. “All of that for a few moments together? They’re going to come after you. You’ll have to hide again, and it’ll be even longer until we can see each other,”

He drew away, cradling my face in one of his hands. “No, I won’t,” A smile rested on his lips.

“What do you mean no you won’t?” I demanded, pushing out of his reach. “Death Eaters just attacked a post-war Gala! You kidnapped me! Merlin, they’re going to think I’m in actual danger!” My voiced reached a point of hysterics. “Draco what the hell were you thinking!?” The gravity of the situation weighed on me heavily.

“Hey, will you calm down for two seconds?” Draco took a step toward me.

“No! I will not calm down!” I shouted at him, “Of all the stupid, reckless, idiotic things you could have done!”

“I told you she would yell,” A new voice chimed in and my eyes met amused green ones and a tangle of raven curls. “We should have told her,”

“We needed to make it look real,” Draco refuted. “And she never would have agreed.”

“Harry?” I sputtered. “But... you... you ditched me!” I was back to yelling, jabbing a finger accusingly at him. “And you seriously let him go through with this plan!? I know you’re both daft, but this is low for the both of you!”

“She’s got quite a mouth on her,” Harry chuckled.

“Give her a minute, she’ll come round,” Draco grinned, looking at me, expectant.

“Refer to her in third person again and you’ll have bigger problems than my fury,” I hissed. “Now what the hell is going on!?”

“Are you ready to listen?” Draco asked, calmly—condescendingly. 

“Don’t patronize me,” I snapped, crossing my arms.

“Oh good,” Ron burst through the door, “Hermione and I are in, everything else is taken care of.”

“Ron knew!?” I demanded. “Did everyone but me know!?”

Ron slowly backed away, and Draco chuckled, coming toward me again, with no fear that I might take a swing at him. It was a serious consideration.

“Harry, leave us for a moment?” Draco requested softly. The chosen one left without another word.

“Draco, what’s going on?” My anger had passed, and now I was scared and confused with more questions that loomed with the weight of the world than answers.

He took a deep breath in and pulled me to a loveseat in the sitting room we were in. I laid my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around me.

“I don’t want to lose you again.” I whispered. “Just tell me what’s going on,”

“Harry and your other friends decided to help me getting back to you in a safe way that wouldn’t threaten either of our lives,” Draco began, shushing me when I began to argue back. “The Gala was put on with a few strings pulled from Harry and Hermione. Some of the attenders will remember the Death Eater attack, but most won’t. Those who do remember will test as if their memories had been altered, not the other way around,”

“Hermione?” I mused.

“Yours truly,” He grinned. “Give me a little credit, there’s only so long that I can stay away from you before I start to get creative. I figured out the spell a week ago. Hermione and I tested it on Ron and Harry. It worked.”

“You... created a spell for me?” I gaped up at him, settling into a warm smile. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and continued. Wandless magic began to undo my hair, and I could only guess that Draco was the cause.

“So, all we needed was you there and ready. Those who do remember would have seen kidnapped by yours truly, the other will think you’ve moved to America to escape the horrors of war,” He gestured here and there with his words.

“But that would mean that some wizards are thinking that I was kidnapped by a Death Eater,” I pointed out the flaw.

“Well, until it comes up in the Daily Prophet that you’re in America safe and sound, putting the entire thing to rest.” His victorious smile made me give up on the notion of any argument against his plan. If he believed it would work, then so would I.

“Any other questions?” He mused, standing.

“Why didn’t Harry show?” I pondered, letting him lead me down the halls of the Manor to our usual shared room.

“Because his word would be the end all be all. And it would create more rumors and conspiracies, and it was easier for him to miss the event all together,”

Draco opened the door to the en suite bathroom, revealing a warm bath and a dozen lit candles. The warm atmosphere wrapped around me like a thick blanket. Draco pressed a kiss to my temple.

“Go ahead and unwind. I’ll be waiting,” He promised, leaving me alone.

Scrubbing off the makeup and washing the hairspray and gel from hair, I felt a bit more like me. The bath must have been charmed to stay warm because though I spent quite some time processing and unwinding, it remained warm. But there came a time that I had to leave the warm silky water and make my way to Draco.

In one of his old t-shirts and sweats, I wrapped a house coat around myself and ventured out. Though, he wasn’t waiting in the bedroom like I thought he would be. Frowning I padded out into the hall, leaning over the banister, searching for some sign of life in the large house. And it proved useful because I heard the faintness of music coming from the great room. Making my way down the stairs I found Draco at the piano, playing softly. A melody that belonged to me. With the hearth ablaze and candles lit, the scene was enchanting.

“Dray?” I asked softly, not wanting to scare him.

“Have a nice bath?” He asked, coming over to me, his attire close to mine. I nodded.

“Did everyone leave?” I asked, looking at the large empty warm room.

“They thought maybe we’d want some time to ourselves.” He smiled leading me to the large sofa where blankets and pillows greeted us.

“They’d be right,” I smiled, curling up with him.

His arms wrapped around me, one hand drifting to my hair and running through the damp tresses. I laid my head back on his shoulder.

“You really put me through a hell of a day,” I muttered.

“I know, I’m sorry,” He murmured, kissing the top of my head. “But it had to work. I couldn’t stand another moment without you,”

A smile touched my lips. A house elf came with mugs of warm tea and assorted biscuits and sweets. I raised an eyebrow and Draco smiled, switching on the large TV that I had convinced him to install as a familiar melody of a favorite movie of mine began to play.

“Really laying it on thick, are we?” I laughed, settling down into the comfort of his arms and the pillows around us.

“You said it, I put you through a hell of a day. I figured I’d have to make it up to you,” With ease Draco pulled me into his lap, holding me closer.

“Even without all of this, you did manage to get us safe and sound together and I owe you a lot for that,” I intertwined my fingers with his. He held to my hand tightly.

“I had at least three ulterior motives,” He smirked down at me, causing me to roll me eyes. 

“Well, I’m glad you did it regardless,”

“Anything to get back to you, my love.”

As the movie progressed, I sang softly to the songs on screen, eventually hearing Draco faint baritone harmonize with my gentle melody. And for that moment, I was certain, no matter what the day threw at me—be it Death Eaters and a stuffy Gala—I’d go through it all for Draco.

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[myra-lii]

Celebrating the seasons

#1 Witchy things to do to welcome the monsoon

Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens.

Ah, love, why dost thou let me

wait outside at the door all alone?

Water 💧 and Nature 🌿 witches gather! Let's celebrate and honour the rainy season

Perform spells✨ that nourish, cleanse and rejuvenate

Water element is associated with emotions. Time to do some emotional work in your Book of Shadows.📖

Decorate your altar to welcome the season with - flowers/leaves that bloom this time of the year, a mound of wet earth (hmmmm I love the smell of wet mud when it's about to 🌧️) or anything else you associate with rain

Collect rain water for spellwork!

Go outside and notice the insects and life coming out from under the ground 🦗🐛🐜🐞🐸🐸

Stay indoors and brew a cauldron of hot cocoa ☕ or chai 🍵

Awaken your inner child and go dancing in the rain

Even better, gather your coven sisters and dance in the rain together 👯👯‍♂️

Collect fallen leaves 🍁🍂 and flowers🌸🏵️

Take a nice long hot bath with salts and crystals ♨️

Plant a new sapling 🌱

Since you'll be shut-in most of the season, cook or bake seasonal treats 🍛🍲🥘 to share with your coven sisters or neighbors

If you're affected by the gloomy weather, lighten up your altar space by adding some bright colors

Don't forget to stack your broom closet with ☔ s and raincoats

Go out and connect with tree spirits and woodland spirits

While it's stormy outside, get comfy and cosy and watch your favourite witchy movies

Lay down and stare at the dark grey clouds ☁️🌪️

Take in the beauty of nature filled with greens, browns, blues and grey this time of the year and try painting it.

Listen to some monsoon melodies🎶🎵 while you go about your witchy chores.

Poem by Rabindranath Tagore and illustration from Ramcharitmanas by Tulsidas (cropped photo) and Madhumadhavi ragini (1700) (cropped photo)

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[purple-stitchings]

“💖” @triggcrhappy ( maybe .. Pico and Axel? )

♡: ̗̀➛ Send “💖” and my muse will admit something they find cute about yours

“ I could go on and on about the things I find cute about Pico, though my personal favorite would be how small he is and how creative he can get in order to get my attention — though over time I've noticed that whenever he gets excited or focused, he does this little... Dance... He wiggles around and bites the inside of his cheek, it's very cute once you notice it ”

“ As for Axel, he's a very sweet boy, he's my son and I adore him. When he was younger he did the little dance too, shaking around and smiling — though now as he's gotten older that habits died off, he picked up my little quip of making up random songs and singing them, he also hums this little melody when he's nervous, not even mentioning the little hum sound he makes when you squeeze him in a hug, he got that from his father... ”

“ Ugh do I really have to do this? ”, Alucard who was just around the corner nodded, Vincent huffed, “ I suppose I can find something... Mr Greywo— ”, Alucard cleared his throat, the boy sighed, “ Pico — . . . he cares for me. More than any adult has, besides Mr. Ainsworth but thoust shan't have heard that from thou, he's slow with me and I guess his foods nice... he's kind enough to give me a room... to take care of me... to love me... it's nice... ”

“ Everything Axel does is just annoying, there's nothing good about that... Thing! But I'm only doing this because Mr. Ainsworth wants me to! As annoying and rude as he is, he's... he's... protective of me, I suppose. In a... Good way... He makes fun of me and laughs at me but he doesn't let others do the same, he protects me ( . . . ) ”

♡: ̗̀➛ [ Angst!!! ]

“ Though I'll never forgive him for laughing at me, making a fool out of me, hating me, but the feeling is mutual seeing what I did — as much as it hurts him I know that I had to do it... What else was I supposed to do? They hurt not only me but all the other outcasts, I only took the job of judging them, making them pay for all the pain they caused me, the pain they caused my friends... I had to do it... if I didn't then he wouldn't ever get his justice, Mr. Ainsworth was only my inspiration, as great as he is, he isn't my main drive... ”

#maybe two wrongs do make a right... ;; floating bullets #// lol vinnie lore be like 😱 #if you wanted smth more soft with Vinnie i can change it lawlz :) /gen #god i got angsty on that vinnie line im so sorry 💀