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vivianweasley · 3 years

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Pride and Prejudice (Chapter 5)

Summary: Your father is Lucius Malfoy’s cousin, and after the war, it was really difficult for you to find a job because of your last name. So your mother and Mrs. Weasley came up with a crazy idea. A fake marriage between you and Fred Weasley.

In this chapter: It’s already the last month of your fake marriage. Is all of this really going to end?

Pairing: Fred Weasley X Malfoy!Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, misunderstanding, insecurity, mean relatives, reader being jealous?

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: I apologize for not updating for so long cuz I was feeling burnt out. And I apologize in advance for this chapter, but since it’s Pride and Prejudice themed, I had to include a part like this afghjldfk Also, I may or may not named one of the characters after a Pride and Prejudice character:)

Pictures are from Pinterest. Credit goes to the original owners.

Please do NOT repost or translate my work on any platform! Thank you! Reblogs and comments are always welcome:)

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Sometimes you would wonder what would it be like if you and Fred were friends when you were still in Hogwarts. And as your mind wandered through these imaginary scenarios, you would also daydream about what would it be like if you went to the Yule Ball with him. But regardless, just being in this moment, dancing with him to your favorite love song, was magical enough.

You were invited to Fred’s cousin’s wedding, along with the other Weasleys. Playing the character of Fred’s wife for almost eleven months now made you a regular guest to all kinds of the Weasley family gatherings.

As the music played and the guests joining the bride and groom on the dance floor, you and Fred decided to join, too.

“I’m definitely playing this song at my own wedding!” you were excited when your favorite love song started playing.

“And I’m definitely play something livelier,” Fred smiled as he commented.

“Glad we’re not having the same wedding then,” you glared at him, trying hard not to step on his foot. “I have a feeling our idea of an ideal wedding would be completely different.”

“So what is your ideal wedding?” Fred asked. You looked up at him and realized he looked sincere.

“I haven’t really thought about it, but a small wedding with my close family and friends would be nice,” you answered. You left out one detail. All you could think of now was what would it be like if you could really marry Fred. But of course, you wouldn’t tell him that, “I’m assuming yours would be something more exciting.”

“Of course!” If you paid attention, you would notice the blush climbing up on Fred’s cheeks, but you were too flustered by your own daydreams.

“Let me guess, someone would probably turn into a canary.”

“Very likely,” he replied while twirling you around with the music, “and that someone is probably you!”

You laughed as you twirled. You weren’t paying close attention to your steps, and your right foot tripped your left foot. But you landed in Fred’s arm.

You looked up at him as your heartbeat started to pick up. Your lips were only inches away now that you could already feel his breath brushing lightly against your lips.

You didn’t know how long has passed as you two both froze on the spot. Just a little bit closer and your lips would be pressing together. You never knew you wanted this kiss so desperately until now, and the fact that this was already the last month of your one-year marriage contract made it worse. You would be lying if you say you have never fantasized about Fred reciprocating your feelings, and this fake marriage could turn into a real one by the end of the year.

“Fred?” A voice interrupted this moment and your daydream.

Fred pulled away awkwardly with the blush still tainting his cheeks. “Mrs. Collins? Maureen?” You turned and saw the owner of the voice was an older woman and beside her was a beautiful younger woman, who’s about your age.

“Freddie! I haven’t seen you in ages!” Mrs. Collins pulled Fred into a hug, and when she finally let go of him, her eyes turned to look at you.

“Oh, Mrs. Collins, this is Y/N.”

You put on a polite smile and held out your hand, “Hi, I’m Y/N-”

“Malfoy!” she cut you off, without acknowledging your hand, “I’ve heard that Freddie married a Malfoy. How interesting! How did you two meet?”

The way she said “Malfoy” and her question stung you. From past experiences, you knew this conversation is probably not going to end well. “Our parents are actually old friends, so we met when we were still little,” you answered, hands fidgeting and not looking at Mrs. Collins.

“What a coincidence! Cause Maureen and Fred have also known each other since they were kids, isn’t that right, Freddie?”

“Yea,” Fred smiled, not noticing how your expression froze in an awkward state, “Oh, Y/N, this is Maureen. We used to be friends when we were kids until she transferred to Beauxbatons.”

“Hey, it wasn’t like I had a choice!” She slapped on Fred’s arm, causing Fred to laugh while pretending to be hurt.

Watching them interact so naturally, you suddenly felt like you were interrupting something. A horrible feeling crept up in your mind. What if there’s already someone in Fred’s life, yet you still forced him to sign this stupid marriage contract?

“And Maureen’s an interior designer now! So if your little shop needs a makeover, I’m sure Maureen’s willing to help,” Mrs. Collins suggested. Her tone and expression all reminded you of your mum when she tried to set you and Fred up.

“Oh right! Fred,” Mrs. Collins continued, “come say hi to the rest of the family! I’m sure they all missed you a lot.”

“I would love to, but Y/N...” Fred looked at you. You couldn’t figure out what his expression meant? Was this an excuse because he didn’t want to go? Or did he want to go?

You didn’t know why insecurity started to cloud your brain. Growing up, you always thought you’re proud most of the time, but this was not the case when it comes to your last name. You knew you shouldn’t feel ashamed of it. The history and crime this name carried have nothing to do with you. And you knew feeling ashamed of it gives it power over you, but all you could do was retreating to your shell whenever someone brought up your last name.

So your final decision was, “It’s okay, you can go. I’ll go find Ginny.”

“Great!” Mrs. Collins started dragging Fred to her family’s table. Fred was still looking at you, but then you heard Mrs. Collins say, “Don’t worry about Y/N! I know she probably wouldn’t want anything to do with our sort of people, anyway.”

Your stomach sank. What did she mean by “our sort of people”? And more importantly, what did being your sort of people imply?

A few months ago, you thought changing your last name by marriage could solve everything. But the cruel fact was that it changed nothing.

And maybe it was your insecurity talking, but how could Fred not say anything when Mrs. Collins made such a comment? Did he not understand what she meant? Or did he...agree with her?

After they disappeared in the crowd, you immediately apparate back to the apartment like you were fleeing a monster from your nightmare. That was the only logical move you could think of at that time.

“Fred,” you kicked off your heels after you got back to the apartment from work and began rambling on about your day, “you won’t believe what happened today. I-” But the words choked in your throat when you saw another person in the kitchen. You recognized it was Maureen Collins from the wedding a week ago.

You thought you already forgot about what Mrs. Collins said to you at the wedding, but those words immediately rushed back when you saw Maureen again.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re back!” Fred exclaimed, and he noticed the box in your hand, “Is that my favorite pie!”

“Yea, I didn’t know...” It was supposed to be a surprise, but now it just felt extra when it seemed like they were already cooking a meal.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you earlier. This was really last-minute,” Maureen explained.

“Yea, Maureen was here to help with the makeover of the shop, and it’s almost dinner time when we were done, so we thought-”

“No worries,” you cut Fred off before he could finish with the explanation. You didn’t like the way he sounded. It almost made you feel like you were a party pooper.

“We can just eat the pie tomorrow!” You tried to put on a smile when you shoved the pie into the fridge.

“Brilliant! All sorted now! Y/N, come help! Dinner would be ready faster if we had three people cooking.”

“Yea,” Maureen chuckled, “Fred was just talking about the first time you two tried to cook together. It must be difficult having to cook with an absolute idiot, let alone being forced to live with him for one year.”

Your heart sank. Fred told her that the marriage is fake? According to your contract, he shouldn’t have told anyone, unless...

Watching Maureen cooking and laughing with Fred, your mind just couldn’t shake off the images of her living here and being his real wife. You had to admit that you didn’t like these images, but why should you care if someone else is going to live here instead of you. Your mum forced you to live here anyway, and now you could finally go home.

Home. You sighed as the image of home appeared in your mind. And you finally admitted that for the past few months, you also considered this apartment your home.

But you put on the contract yourself stating that you both could date whoever you like during this fake marriage, and you had no business in interfering with Fred and Maureen’s relationship now.

So you picked up your jacket again, “Actually, I’m having dinner with my friend tonight-”

“But I thought you were planning to eat at home,” Fred pointed at the fridge, referring to the pie.

“Oh, that’s for tomorrow,” you lied, even though you knew your excuses didn’t match with what you just said a few minutes ago. You panicked, so you proceeded to say something that you never thought you would say, “Plus, I need to give you two space.” You even said it with a wink, covering for the fact that you panicked, and you just rushed out the door before anyone could say anything.

You went back to your parents’ house for the night and only returned to the apartment the next morning. Knowing the exact time when Fred would usually go downstairs to the joke shop, you successfully apparated into the apartment without bumping into anyone. You just wanted to avoid seeing him.

You decided to start packing up. There are only less than two weeks left, and you didn’t want to occupy other people’s home for longer than you needed. Your pride demanded a graceful exit.

You knew it would be much easier and quicker if you used magic. Just by a flick of your wand, everything would be packed. It would be so clean like you’ve never been here before, but somehow, you just wanted to take your time with it.

And it was until you started packing when you realized how attached you were to this little apartment. One year wasn’t that long, just like what you said at the beginning of all this, but every corner of this apartment had trails of you living here and your memories.

It was just a contract, you tried to convince yourself, and now the time’s up. But it still pained you to remove your every trail. You realized you were not only removing your existence from this apartment but also Fred Weasley’s life.

“Y/N?” You were so busy going down memory lane that you didn’t notice the series of footsteps coming upstairs. You turned and saw Fred, who looked very confused now as he glanced around and saw the packed boxes. “What are you doing?”

“Just packing up,” you tried to say it as indifferently as possible, “there are only two weeks left, so I thought I should probably start moving my stuff away.”

“Oh,” Fred paused for a moment before the corners of his mouth twitched into an awkward smile, “guess you’re finally free.”

“Yea, and so are you,” you tried to force a laugh, maybe he’s always waiting for this moment, the moment that he’s finally free, “I’ll move back to my parents’ house this week so that the divorce would look more realistic.”

His mouth opened, and you could tell that he was trying to say something. And for a second, you thought maybe he’s trying to think of a way to stop you. To say that he didn’t want you to leave.

But all he said was, “Okay.”

It was only around 6:30 am when you woke up. There were too many things on your mind that you couldn’t even enjoy staying asleep at ease. It was your last night here, after all.

Fred was still asleep with both his arm and leg on top of you. He’s an obnoxious sleeper, but you didn’t mind.

You snuggled closer to him as your mind went through the nights that he comforted you when you couldn’t sleep, the sleepless nights that you would chat and laugh with so much ease, and the mornings when you woke with your limbs tangled together. It all felt like a dream, and maybe now it’s time to wake up.

But before you do that, before you had to exit from his life, you just wanted to stay in this moment and stay in his arms for a little longer. You closed your eyes as you took in that familiar cinnamon scent and his cologne. Let’s just dream for a little longer.

Fred woke up with the other side of the bed empty. In a haze of sleepiness, he thought you just went to the bathroom. You would always come back to bed and try to squeeze in a few minutes of sleep before finally getting up and getting ready. But you didn’t come back today.

In fact, the apartment was awfully quiet today. He couldn't hear your footsteps rushing in and out of the bedroom to get ready for work. And he didn't hear you yelling things like "Did you see my keys?" or "FRED! Where did my apple juice go??"

Fred got up and tried to search for you in the living room, only to realize that most of your stuff was already gone. He collapsed on the nearby couch, not sure if he was still tired or feeling empty that you were gone.

How could you just walk away so easily? How could you just pull away from all of this almost like nothing ever happened? More importantly, how could you tease him about Maureen like it didn’t matter at all to you? And here he thought you two had great chemistry.

But without that and the contract of being fake husband and wife, Fred was confident that he could say you became friends. Even if you didn’t, at least you were roommates for a year, and that should induce some sort of emotion too.

But no, you just walked away, and all he could do was just getting used to not having you in his life anymore.

(to be continued.)

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kybee1497 · 3 years

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Hi kiwi! (Ily) For the ask thing;

How would you combine fake dating and sick/injured fic for willex please!

Hi Gracie!! Ily you’re the best! My brain is a big dumb dumb so this is what I got

Also editing to add that I forgot to credit @a-tomb-with-a-view for the boys nicknames. That’s 100% a her thing and I used them without thinking about it, so thank you meg ily.

So Alex’s parents have been on his ass about him settling down with a nice, Christian girl™️. Starting a family, getting a job somewhere respectable like the family firm. The whole nine yards.

Alex doesn’t want to be a lawyer, he’s double majoring in literature and history and he’s killing it. Well, he’s not sleeping and he pretty much runs on caffeine and anxiety but he has a 4.0 so, killing it.

The thing is his parents have their blinders on when it comes to who he really is. They’ve seen him reading for class and he’s gone on rants of pride and prejudice on the phone with his mom and all she said was “that’s nice honey, how are your pre-law classes going? Making any good connections? Of course you’ll work for the family firm but connections can get you a long way in this world.”

He’s literally talked about his best friend Willie for years, they’ve met Willie. He’s told them he’s gay. He’s worn a rainbow bracelet every day since he was 16. And they still ask him if he’s met any nice girls yet. At this point he’s not sure if they legitimately don’t listen to him or if they’re purposely ignore what he says.

So a few months ago he finally got fed up and started referring to willie as his boyfriend. He told willie first of course.

Willie just smirked, “whatever you wanna call it hotdog.”

And so they’d been ‘boyfriends’ for almost 4 months now and not a lot had changed. They just held hands and cuddled more often than they used to in public.

Not that it made much of a difference. His parents still referred to him as “Alex’s friend William, he wants to be a professional skateboarder, did you hear?”

Anyways, nothing much had changed and he wasn’t really sure why he was bothering but he kind of liked being Willie’s fake boyfriend and he liked the excuse to cuddle up whenever he felt like it. Sue him, it was nice okay?

But then one morning when Alex was just getting out of his 17th century literature class, it started at an ungodly 8:30 am, he got a call from an unknown number.

“Hi, is this Alexander Mercer?”

“Yes?”

“Hi, this is Cristina at St. Mary’s Emergency. We’re calling about a patient here, William Covington, he put you down as his emergency contact.”

Alex felt his heart stop, “oh my god! What happened?”

“Oh, I’m sorry to worry you, he’s totally fine. He fell skateboarding earlier this morning and he has a concussion so he can’t drive himself home. He’ll need to be picked up. He’s being discharged now and should be ready in about an hour. Does that work for you?”

“Um, yeah. That works, I can be there in an hour. Thank you for letting me know.”

“Of course, and you are Mr. Covington’s husband correct? You’ll need to sign the forms when you arrive and only family can sign him out.”

Alex choked on his own spit. Mind blanking for a few seconds. Husband?!? He knew they were fake dating, but husband was a whole different ball game. Did willie think they were fake married? We’re they real married? Alex thinks he would have remembered marrying Willie. He would have right?? Then again they did go to Nevada State which was only 25 minutes outside of Vegas and they went often enough.

Dear god had they gotten married?

“Alexander?”

“My apologies, yes he’s my husband. I can be there in an hour. Is there anything I need to bring?”

“Just your ID and you should be all good.”

“Thank you so much!”

Alex hung up the phone in a daze, slipping it into his pocket and heading towards his car.

Slipping into the drivers seat he pulled his phone out, texting his boys.

Alexa: Are Willie and I married?????

Bobert: are you fucking kidding me?

Lucy: ahahahahahahahaha

Reggalina: ??????

Alexa: that’s not an answer you guys!!

Lucy: how do you not know?

Reggalina: ^^^

Bobert: I need a fucking drink

Alexa: either way I’m picking him up from the hospital in an hour

Lucy: wait what??

Alexa: yeah he apparently has a concussion and as his husband I can sign him out. He’s just fudging the truth right? So he can leave?

Bobert: Jesus fucking Christ

Alexa: I still don’t know what that means!!

His boys went radio silent after that. The fuckers, he supposes he can just ask willie in an hour, even though that will be embarrassing as hell.

~~~~~

So it turns out they were actually married, they had been for a year. Alex had drunkenly proposed one night in Vegas. With a PowerPoint as evidence

They were already best friends. It would be easier to get an apartment after college as a married couple

The health insurance

It would finally make Alex’s parents lay off on the nice, Christian girl fantasy

It would be a big fuck you to willies uncle Caleb who was all about the drama and show and who had been planning to plan willies wedding since he was in high school, Caleb would be performing of course and all of The Who’s who of society would be in attendance. A drunken wedding in Vegas at a cheap chapel with a singing Elvis impersonator would really grind calebs gears

They were bro’s

It was a very convincing power point and willie had been thrilled to become Mr. William Mercer (another way to piss of Uncle Caleb)

They’d been husbands for a year already, hence willies smirk when Alex had asked to be fake boyfriends, seemed like a step down from husbands but okay.

They’d decided that if they were already married and bro’s and all that, they may as well try out making it real. So now alex got cuddles whenever he wanted, even if they weren’t out in public. He got to kiss willies dimples, and sleep wrapped in willies arms.

It was the best hospital call he’d ever recieved.

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jamespotterthefirst · 4 years

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Most Ardently (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1,200 Warning: Adult language Premise: Days after her recovery, he tells her of the Pride and Prejudice vibe they apparently give off. Set after the events of Book 2, Chapter 11.

Quote: “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

The bright beams of moonlight spilling through his window were enough to stir him awake. The first thing he thought of was how he had forgotten to close the curtains shut, as was his custom every night before bed. A slight rustling next to him, however, followed by a sleepy hum reminded him he had been far too busy to remember the damn curtains.

When she settled further into his side, Ethan smiled, watching her sleeping form, carefully taking in every detail with something akin to urgency. Inexplicably, his chest constricted as he took in the faint dusting of freckles at her nose, the dark fan of lashes splayed in a half moon, her rosy, parted lips that puckered slightly with her breathing. It was almost as if every part of him knew he had been so close to losing her.

Almost two weeks had elapsed since the attack and the icy terror of losing her still gripped him like an iron fist. His arm flexed on instinct around her as he fought back the remnants of dread, choosing instead to pull her warm body closer to his as irrefutable proof that she was there, right by his side.

Mere seconds after, Lilac stirred, opening her eyes briefly only to squint at the moonlight.

“Hey,” she murmured sleepily.

“Hey,” he returned softly. “Go back to sleep.”

“What time is it?”

“It's almost one.”

“Shit. I fell asleep.”

With a jolt, she pushed away from him, frantically patting the nightstand for her phone. Ethan sat up with a frown, already missing the warmth of her body.

“Where are you going?”

Lilac clutched the covers to her front, all traces of sleep gone as she winked at him from over her shoulder. “I've finally had my way with you, Dr. Ramsey. Now for my escape.”

The playful smile she gave him made his heart leap with elation. Laughing, Ethan reached over and pulled her on top of him with ease. Lilac half shrieked and half laughed, her hips settling comfortably over his, her hands flat against his chest to steady herself. The messy tendrils of her dark hair brushed against his skin, leaving his every sense at her disposal.

“Now that you have me, you might not be able to get rid of me that easily,” he explained in a serious whisper, their lips almost touching.

“Good.”

Ethan kissed her, exhilarated by the fact that he didn't have to hold back anymore. Her lips curved into a smile against his, perhaps knowing this too. They pulled away for breath several times, their lips meeting with renewed fervor right after, until they were both practically too dizzy to continue. They caught their breath in silence, basking in a haze of unbridled happiness.

“I should go home,” she said at last. “We have work in the morning and I don't have a change of clothes.”

“Sienna brought you an overnight bag. It's in the car.”

At that, Lilac pushed herself far back enough to give him a stunned look. “She– what?” She blinked several times. “How would she– She doesn't even know–”

“She knows.”

This only made Lilac blink in quicker succession, mouth open as her brain struggled to verbalize all her questions. It was entirely too endearing and Ethan couldn't resist leaning in to kiss the tip of her nose.

“I told her,” he explained. “Though that was unnecessary. You forget she caught me sneaking out of your apartment all those months ago?”

Lilac's shock slowly melted as she realized this. Soon, her expression relaxed into a grin that gave way to unrestrained laughter. When she couldn't stop, Ethan joined in, shaking his head.

“I forgot she saw that,” she said when she finally sobered up. “For being two highly intelligent doctors, we can be so stupid sometimes.”

Ethan shrugged.

“Even if she hadn't seen me leaving that morning, she would have suspected. According to her, we give off a vibe.”

“A vibe? What kind of vibe?”

“A Pride and Prejudice vibe.”

At that, her face lit up in a way that made his stomach swoop.

“I knew you would enjoy that.”

“You absolutely put out Mr. Darcy vibes,” she said, barely restrained joy seeping from every word.

“Here we go.”

“Aside from being rich, handsome, and short-tempered—”

“Short-tempered?”

“—you are also masterfully good at the longing glances and discreet hand touching.”

“Hand touching? I don't recall—”

The lie was swiftly interrupted by her impressive recollection. One by one she listed all the stolen glances from across hospital halls and the way his fingers always seemed to find hers. Impressed, he only grinned at her, content in the knowledge that she remembered every instance as vividly as he did.

Lilac, on the other hand, was too busy circling back to teasing him about Sienna's reference. She cleared her throat, lowered her voice to a supposed imitation of Ethan, and quoted in an impressive English accent: “I cannot forget the follies and vices of others so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself.”

Ethan rolled his eyes good-naturedly. Despite being the subject of her playful taunts, he was ecstatic to hear her melodic laughter again.

“My good opinion once lost, is lost forever,” he quoted, earning him an impressed, arched brow from her.

It should have been embarrassing that even that small gesture was enough to tempt him because he was kissing her again. This time, when they pulled away, she bit her lip, a poor attempt to fight back a broad, radiant smile.

For his own part, Ethan allowed himself to smile as he looked at her, his fingers gently brushing a wayward lock of hair away from her face. Her eyes fluttered closed against his caress, making her nothing less than ethereal in the pale moonlight. The lovely sigh that followed inspired his very blood to buzz alive with warmth, like the spell of a quiet summer evening.

Unbidden, another quote echoed in his mind, one that was far more fitting to the way his heart pounded fiercely against the confines of his chest— for her. Always for her.

“In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

They were words he used to scoff at.

But now…

He remained perfectly still as their truth dawned on him, casting color and warmth into his every thought.

Lilac was watching him curiously. “What?”

His response was a gentle kiss that should have lasted forever. When he pulled away, he did so to kiss her jaw. “You make me so happy.”

Eyes bright, Lilac searched his face with such reverence that Ethan held his breath. Her delicate hand slid from his neck to his chest, right above where his heart thrummed vividly, proving his words true with each beat. Whatever she was looking for, she found because she leaned in and kissed him yet again.

“Completely and perfectly and incandescently happy?”

“I know you're back to teasing me about the Austen reference but yes. Completely and perfectly and incandescently happy.”

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Author’s Note:

Me @ me:

Sorry. That reference killed me so I had to do this. I felt it in my soul.

Thank you for reading this! And thank you for all the support you showed “Everything I Wanted” despite all the issues I had posting that one.

Love you guys!

-Bree

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risingsouls · 3 years

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Recruited: Chapter 1

[Yeah it’s for real happening because I’m weak. So here it is. I’m basically going to write out my new recruited verse because I have lost control of my life.

Shoutout to @kiealer for a mention of her OC’s healer race and the HC we have that Vegeta and co demolished most of them. :3]

Nabooru

Traveling beyond the bounds of her desert home had always been limited. Within the desert, never ending sandstorm made venturing too far from known landmarks treacherous for fear of never returning or serving as a meal for the beasts lurking beneath the sands or in caverns. Beyond the eastern border lay greater Hyrule. Lush, green, thriving.

To Nabooru, it always felt like she was stepping into an entirely different world and not simply because of the stark contrast of weather and scenery. In her younger years, the culture shock hit her harder than more recent years. Women didn't fight and served their husband's needs and desires. It was rare that they served in government, and it was almost taboo for them to talk about it. To have an opinion of matters deemed "too dirty" for the so-called fairer sex. Most resided in the home and only the men provided. They dressed modestly, and did not speak out of turn. None of which would have bothered Nabooru had the denizens not tried to hold Gerudo women to to same standards while traipsing through Castle Town or outside of the desert. The mostly matriarchal Gerudo, where women ruled and fought and drank and cursed. Where their sexuality was celebrated and not demonized (though many Hylian men and women alike had celebrated right along with them for at least one night of their lives until the sun rose and those same Gerudo became whores and heathens once more). Who cooked and cleaned and raised children. Gerudo women did everything Hylian women did and then some.

If the lesson didn't stick with Nabooru the few times she ventured out with her best friend, Aveil, against her will, it certainly did when she joined Ganondorf at court. When she spoke among the other delegates of Hyrule's court, it wasn't uncommon for her to face chortling, eye rolling, or grimacing. Ganondorf could then repeat the same point moments later, word for word, and be met with at least some modicum of agreement or a proper debate.

And that only touched on the prejudice spurred by anger and fear Hyrule harbored toward her people. The Civil War may have ended in a peaceful treaty, one promising unity and safety, a new beginning. But none forgot how avidly and proudly the Gerudo fought for their sovereignty until their second to last breath. The skills and power of the demons from the desert.

None of that mattered for Nabooru any more. Hyrule was far behind, somewhere in the vast, new realm of space that she could never possibly fathom before she boarded a ship primed for traveling such an expansive place beyond the world and reality she understood. She could only guess what other planets might offer her in terms of terrain or people. What her new life as a soldier to a galactic emperor entailed. But beneath the inorganic lighting and in the midst of technological advances even the brightest on her home planet could not begin to dream up, she hadn't found much opportunity to ask while she struggled to process her surroundings. Stars and debris whizzing by windows as they passed them. The words her new commanders spoke amongst themselves.

“Remind me your name?”

It took Nabooru several seconds to note the silence that had befallen her company, curiosity and shock holding her gaze transfixed to the door that slid open of its own accord to admit them. She tried to mask the hurried step she took over the threshold as well as she could, though her continued awestruck surveillance of her surroundings--the large screens along the walls displaying information, the flashing lights, the beeps and low, mechanical hums--displayed the mixture of her curiosity and apprehension of it all no matter the measures she took to downplay them. And, when she finally found the emperor and his generals again, their mixed bags of expressions confirmed her failure. Frieza stared at her with an increasingly amused smirk, his tail tapping against the side of his chair, one a parent gives a learning child. The wide, pink general with a layer of spikes on top of his otherwise bald head and forearms grunted, his expression squished in impatience. The taller of the two sporting a green braid and a tiara with matching earrings tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, yellow eyes half-lidded in either boredom or disbelief.

Nabooru straightened her posture, mind working overtime to replay the last few seconds and figure out what sort of answer they expected her to give to a question she hoped she heard. She chewed the inside of her cheek, and hoped the blush in her cheeks was less apparent than it felt when she came up short.

“I apologize,” she bowed her head, unsure of the proper etiquette, “did you ask me something? I’m...a little overwhelmed.”

“Yes, I suppose even just this ship is quite a marvel to you, isn’t it, coming from such a technologically barren planet as yours? It has been quite some time since we recruited someone from a planet like yours.” Nabooru released the breath she held and raised her head again, returning to her full height and her hands behind her back when Frieza didn’t berate her for her misstep. A small voice inside her whispered how it wished he hadn’t whisked her away from her home, but she tamped it down like a stubborn weed before the sentiment could reflect itself in her eyes. “You will get used to it soon enough. As for what I asked, I requested your name. I like to know what to call my more promising acquisitions.”

Another fight to keep her expression neutral, her pride festering at being referred to as some otherworldly trinket that caught his eye. She lowered her head again. “My name is Nabooru, my lord. I thank you for the opportunity to serve you.”

Bitter words on her tongue. Subjugation didn’t suit her, but laying the act on thick felt like the right move with the emperor. The whispers of his other soldiers about his temperament swirled through her mind as a constant reminder to behave if she wanted to survive. A reality that would take some adjusting to, and, once more, a role she didn’t want to play. One given without the luxury of choice.

“Splendid. Then, let’s get straight to business then.” He raised a pitch-taloned hand and the taller of the generals stepped forward. “Once we arrive at the base, Zarbon will give you the tour and enumerate your daily schedule for the time being. He will also outfit you with a proper uniform.”

Nabooru glanced between the three of them, taking the time to note that they all sported similar attire, as had the soldiers who first landed on Hyrule. She still wore the clothes she left Hyrule in: her patterned bandeau and pink pants in the typical Gerudo style along with the jewels she adorned herself in. The chest piece looked like armor of some sort, and though she never cared much for it, it didn’t look entirely uncomfortable. She wasn’t worried about the look of it either, as there seemed to be different styles and perhaps she would get lucky with one that suited her taste and figure. What did bother her was that her attire was all that she had with her to remind her of her home, her past and people, due to the instruction to pack light if anything at all. She gripped the strap of the bag slung over her shoulder; the changes of clothes she brought along felt all the more irrelevant.

She nodded as a show of understanding, sensing that resistance or questioning of the regimen set out for her would only go ignored if she was lucky. When the three returned to their own conversations about the successes of a few planetary ventures, the prospects of others to be considered in the future, Nabooru used the rest of the flight to drink in whatever information she could from them and her surroundings. What she would be expected to do. How the technology surrounding her worked or what she would needed to understand for her own purposes. The personalities of the emperor and his most trusted generals. A difficult task when, perhaps purposefully, they kept their talk clinical and impersonal. Emotionless reactions to each report, whether good news or bad.

When the ship landed at the base, a large edifice that could pass for a castle on her home planet save for its plainness and more angular architecture, Zarbon led her away from the emperor and his fellow general, his boredom once more pervasive on his immaculate face. His tone of voice matched it as he pointed out areas of interest: the mess hall, showers and bathrooms (a mild concern to her when she only saw what she identified as male bodies entering or exiting them), and the expansive halls that held the soldiers’ quarters where she would sleep. He did not spend much time discussing any of them, their functions self-explanatory enough. So Nabooru hoped. The last thing she wanted was to find that, after a long day, her bed was some sort of complicated apparatus or had some fancy voice command that made it comfortable enough for rest.

The door to another room slid open and she followed. “This is where you will have your daily lessons considering your...under educated background,” he said, the hint of a sneer on his lips. “Mostly teaching you the basics you will need to operate the most rudimentary of our tech needed to do your job efficiently along with the expectations of your role in planetary trade.”

“Trading planets?” Nabooru couldn’t help how her eyes narrowed, the implications of such a business unpleasant at best in her mind. Not to mention what that could mean for her own home. Was their fate as secure as she thought? She hid her distaste by continuing to survey the room and commit its location to memory. It looked like a fairly ordinary, all purpose classroom. Another expansive screen replaced a chalkboard at the head of the room with a metal podium in front of it. Two rows of glass-topped desks faced the front of the room. It made her wonder if others would be joining her for her lessons.

Zarbon flipped his braid over his shoulder. “Yes. Our business is in finding planets to trade or sell and readying them for such transactions in most cases. Others are used for the empire’s purposes if they’re deemed worthwhile for some reason or another. Much like yours.”

Hyrule had been lucky, then. Avoided a likely more violent takeover, potentially thanks to her people’s warrior prowess. While she doubted Ganondorf and the rest of the Gerudo would be horribly merciful when they took over, she had a feeling they would spare far more than Frieza’s forces if the decision concerning their planet had swung the other way. She would have laughed at the irony of it had better circumstances been offered for amusement.

“I see…”

“You will learn more about that here. It isn’t my job to teach you such basics.” He moved to the door and Nabooru took her cue to follow. “You will be expected to report here first thing in the morning after the first meal and your lessons will last until the afternoon meal. The rest of your day will be spent training so you can get a better handle on your ki and utilizing it in the most efficient ways for your station.”

“I mean no disrespect and I understand the need for learning the other facets of my new job, but that sounds more up my alley than sitting in a classroom for several hours.”

“Of course. It is expected of you warrior types.” Nabooru could hear the eyeroll in his voice despite her position behind him. Along with the scrunch of his nose with his next scoffed statement: “Speaking of brainless imbeciles…”

Her curiosity outweighed the split second surge in her temper over the insult to her and her people along with whoever the general had spotted in front of him. She took a step to the side to peer around Zarbon as they continued down the corridor. Three men in the similar style of armor as the rest of the crew strode toward them, a shorter one flanked by two much larger figures, the sight reminiscent of her first exposure to Frieza and his generals. The two in the back--a bald one with a mustache and the second’s large stature the only thing keeping him from being swallowed by the mass of black spikes sprouting from the top of his head down to the top of his boots--appeared to be in high spirits, excitedly discussing their latest victories and sharing in each other’s laughter. The one in the middle paid them little mind, his dark gaze only shifting from its fixed, forward position to note the two of them approaching. His lips curled into a smirk.

“Well, well. Did Frieza let you off your leash for once?” He cast Nabooru a fleeting glance but little more. His hand rose to press a button on the side of the device fitted over his ear connected to red glass over his eye. The two behind him had stopped laughing and followed suit, exchanging a glance between them. “And for babysitting duty nonetheless. Is there a demotion in your future?”

“Remember your place, Vegeta, before I have to forcefully remind you of it,” Zarbon sniffed, his haughty air rivaling that of the shorter male. Any ounce of resentment she had sensed over the task meted out to him disappeared, replaced by what she could only describe as pride in his sense of duty to Frieza. Once more, Nabooru had to dampen the urge to, at the very least, snort at the display. “I do hope the report from your latest mission is better than the last. Frieza wasn’t particularly fond of the amount of near irreparable collateral damage you and your baboons caused in sacking it.”

“Hmpt.” Movement at Vegeta’s waist caught Nabooru’s eye. What she had mistaken for a furry belt turned out to be a tail, the end of which had loosed itself from its secure position for a moment before it tucked itself back into place. “Whatever. We got the job done when all your other units failed. It’s a sad day when Nappa here can figure out the secret of their healing abilities when none of your top picks could. How many fleets failed and crawled back to base with nothing to show for it? Three? Four?”

“It hardly matters when you can’t follow simple instructions. Two prisoners is hardly recompense for the damage. But unfortunately, your fates are not mine to decide.” Zarbon twisted around to nod to Nabooru. “Come. We’ve wasted enough time with filth.”

The two larger men stepped aside as Zarbon pushed onward, and Nabooru didn’t miss the fire in their supposed leader’s or their own eyes as she passed. The seething rage bubbling beneath the surface at such a dismissal. The kind she had grown used to on her home planet when dealing with Hyrule’s court. She bit the inside of her cheek to distract her from such empathy she couldn’t afford. While she didn’t trust Zarbon either, she had no real intent of making alliances here if she could help it. She worried enough about the welfare of her people whose fate could very well be tied to her own performance within Frieza’s ranks. Whatever the story of those three tailed warriors and the animosity they had toward Zarbon and he to them, it was of no importance to her. Squabbles between ranks and authority were bound to happen in a militaristic environment.

Another door slid open and the pair entered what Nabooru could only describe as a storage room. Arrays of what she assumed were weapons lined the walls alongside cabinets and displays for the armor she would soon don. She waited near the doorway while Zarbon considered each set. “You would do best to steer clear of those Saiyans if you want to avoid trouble. Or be successful.” He picked out a set and held the pile of clothing out to her. “Before you ask, yes, it will fit. All of it stretches to even the most extreme sizes.”

When Zarbon turned around, Nabooru took that as her cue to change into the new outfit. Setting her satchel on the floor, she picked through the garments to figure out the sequence with which she was meant to put them on before undressing. She started with what looked like the pieces that went beneath the armor: a long sleeved, high neck-lined top in a deep red several shades darker than her bright hair and a matching pair of bottoms cut to cover little more than her private areas. A single test revealed that they did stretch with incredibly little resistance and enough for her to slip them on with little trouble. Though far from what she was used to, the fabric was more breathable than expected and fit her like a second skin.

She picked up the armor next, the same cut as that she had seen on most of the other soldiers save for the wings on the shoulders and hips, and the chest portion looked more suited to a feminine form. It stretched just as easily as the singlet, and she pulled it on over her head, sliding her arms through the straps. Once more, even the armor seemed to mold to her shape without being too tight or restricting her movement.

As she tugged on the last few pieces of her new uniform--thigh high socks of the same material as her singlet and a pair of white, leather gloves and boots much like those she noted the smaller Saiyan wore--she watched Zarbon shift to another storage unit and tap in a code. A drawer popped out and, when she informed him she was decent and he faced her again, he held one of the devices they all wore over an eye in his hand. This one with orange glass.

"This is your scouter. It scans power levels and acts as a communicator, among other useful functions you will be taught in your lessons." He handed it over, and Nabooru turned it over in her hands. "I'm sure you will find it useful."

“Power levels? Like how strong another person is?”

“Indeed. No need to worry about wearing it now, but do remember to take it to your lessons.” Zarbon swept past her and back to the door, and Nabooru didn’t need any coaxing to follow. She dropped the scouter into her bag along with the rest of her belongings and shouldered it before following him back into the hall.

"We have one more stop, the medical bay," the general continued in that same bored tone, but Nabooru noted a flicker of what she assumed was excitement over the prospect of finishing the task so beneath him and returning to his proper duties. "Its use is what you would expect, of course. It is where we will part ways. You will have your translator chip installed. By the time you wake up, it will likely be dinner. After you'll have time to do as you please for now. Fill it how you wish."

She almost failed to register any other information that followed the first bit. "Translator chip?" She felt dumb asking so many seemingly obvious questions. "Installed how?"

"It is a simple and near painless procedure," he responded, his sigh just barely held back. "We all have them for ease of communication. The task of learning every language in the universe would be all too time consuming, and not everyone can speak the galactic standard."

Nabooru nodded despite the discomfort she felt over what sounded invasive and too foreign for her liking. The reason behind it made sense. She had taken the time to learn as much of the other languages of Hyrule as she could, and to describe the endeavor as time consuming put it lightly. Not to mention the imperfection of it. In the time she left her home, she had only gotten a taste of the vastness of the universe. If it took her years to get a grasp on just a handful of languages, it would take eons to manually learn all the languages of every race in the universe. Reasoning through it, deeming this chip useful, still did nothing to ease her apprehension.

The double doors to the medical bay slid to each side and admitted them into the sterilized space so unlike the healing ward back home. Several tanks lined the far wall, and more screens lined half of the one adjacent to it The doctors wore the similar armor the rest of them did, though the one who approached the pair from the rows of cots on the other end of the room wore a white robe of sorts beneath his armor. His bushy orange eyebrows and beak-like snout made him resemble a rotund, wingless bird.

The conversation he and Zarbon held between one another was clipped and short, all business and no filler about the reason for their visit--one the doctor had been made aware of and prepped for prior, he proudly noted--as well as a discussion over new recruits to the medical bay and their adjustment. From the sounds of it, they were the prisoners he had mentioned in the conversation with the Saiyans. She had to keep herself from snorting when the doctor discussed a certain reluctance to help; if she didn't fear her own rebelliousness would trickle down to the fate of her people, she might not be so compliant. Piecing together the brief tiff in the hallway with this information suggested they had little left to lose.

Zarbon turned to her once more. "This is where I take my leave. Keep to your schedule and don't cause trouble. Frieza may have chosen you specifically out of a gaggle of mediocre warriors, but that does not mean you're valuable."

With a toss of his head and one last pointed glare, the general left her alone with the doctor and a smoldering combination of helplessness and anger searing her heart and lungs. He wasn't wrong; that she had no reservations about. But hearing it, feeling it in the presence of these warriors, generals, and other help within the base, she could not deny her expandability. How her rank on her home planet meant nothing now, and she had been kicked from the top to the bottom, her life of hard work and pushing herself to fight better and harder than the next Gerudo, learn everything she could to improve her station, all she did to earn rank and respect among her people had been reduced to cinders here. She was starting over with no real idea where she was headed. Where she could head, if anywhere at all.

Survive. That's what she had been taught to do first and foremost. The costs of survival, of not endangering the deal made to ensure her people got the better life she always wanted for them, would have to be worth paying.

The doctor led her to one of the tables and instructed her to lie back, the cool metal on the few portions of skin left uncovered making her shiver. She listened for a moment to the explanation of the procedure--a gas to put her under, an incision behind the ear, and just a bit of prodding around in her brain--before she decided that her ignorance of it would keep her from bolting. He fitted a mask to her face and told her to simply breathe deep and count backward or recite some poetry. Nabooru hardly made it through a line of a Gerudo poem she did happen to memorize before the gas clouded her brain and muddled her words. Her eyes fluttered closed, the tension in her body eking out of her, her hands balled into tight relaxing as she succumbed to sleep.

#:: nabooru ☀#:: u7 recruited ☀#// vegeta ♅#fic: recruited #pre-z shit is my jam #and im glad to be writing shit in that realm

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seekfirstme · 3 years

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Meditation: When the Lord Jesus knocks on the door of your heart are you ready to answer and receive him (Revelations 3:20)? The Lord offers each one of us an open door to the kingdom of God, but we can shut ourselves out if we ignore or reject his offer. What is the door to the kingdom of heaven? When Jacob fled from his brother Essau, who wanted to kill him for stealing his birthright (Genesis 27:41), Jacob sought refuge in the wilderness. There God pursued him and gave him a vision that both changed his life and the life of his people. As Jacob slept on a star-lit hillside God showed him a great ladder or stairway that extended from earth to heaven. This stairway was filled with a multitude of angels ascending and descending before the throne of God.

An open door to the throne of God

God opened heaven to Jacob, not only to give him a place of refuge and peace, but to offer him the blessing of dwelling in intimate friendship with the living God. God spoke to Jacob and renewed the promises which he had made to his grandfather Abraham and his father Isaac, and now to Jacob and his descendants. God promised not only to bless and protect Jacob, but to make him and his descendants a blessing to all the nations as well. When Jacob awoke he exclaimed: "How awesome is this place! This is none other than the house of God and this is the gate of heaven" (Genesis 28:17). God opened a door for Jacob that brought him and his people into a new relationship with the living God.

Jesus is the door to God's kingdom

Jesus proclaimed to his disciples that he came to fulfill the prophetic dream of Jacob in his very own person: "You will see heaven opened, and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of man" (John 1:51). Jesus proclaimed that he is the door (John 10:8-9) and the way (John 14:6) that makes it possible for us to access heaven and God's very throne. But Jesus woefully warned the religious leaders and successors of Jacob that they were shutting the door of God's kingdom not only on themselves but on others as well. The word woe expresses sorrowful pity as well as grief and sadness.Why did Jesus lament and issue such a stern rebuke?

Don't be misled by wrong-headed teachers

Jesus was angry with the religious leaders because they failed to listen to God's word and they misled the people they were supposed to teach and lead in the ways of God. They were blindly leading people to "pharisaism"- to their own ideas, rules, and practices which God did not intend or require - rather than to God's intention and way of life for his people. Jesus also chastised them for their hyprocisy - a hypocrite is an actor or imposter who says one thing but does the opposite. Jesus gave some examples to show how misguided they were in their thinking and practices.

In their zeal to win converts, the religious leaders required unnecessary and burdensome rules and practices which obscured the more important matters of religion, such as love of God and love of neighbor. And at the same time they made exceptions for themselves by devising clever ways to evade binding oaths and solemn promises which they had made to God. The Jews treated an oath made to God as a binding obligation that must not be broken under any circumstance, but the Pharisees found clever ways to evade their obligations when inconvenience got in the way. They forgot that God hears every word we utter (especially our oaths and promises) and he sees the intentions of our heart even before we speak or act.

God's ways and thoughts are different from ours

The scribes and Pharisees preferred their idea of religion to God's idea. They failed to lead others to God because they listened to their own ideas of what is true religion and they failed to understand the true meaning and intention of God's word. Through their own pride and prejudice they blindlyshut the door of their own hearts and minds to the truth of God's kingdom.

The prophets of the Old Testament had repeatedly warned God's people to seek the Lord and to put aside their own thoughts and ideas of religion in order to hear and understand God's mind and intentions for his people. The prophet Isaiah wrote,

"Seek the Lord while he may be found, call upon him while he is near;let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts...For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, says the Lord.For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts" (Isaiah 55:6-9).

Seek God's kingdom first

How can we shut the door of God's kingdom in our own personal lives? We close it through stubborn pride, disobedience, and ignorance. Do you submit your mind to God's word or do you cling to your own thoughts and ideas of what is right, true, and good for you? Do you allow the world's way of thinking to form the way you think, act, and speak - or do you allow God's word of truth to form the way you think, act, and speak? Do you ignore God's word through indifference or lack of reflection on his word?

The Lord Jesus wants to speak to us each and every day - to help us grow in our knowledge and understanding of his love and truth. The Lord is knocking at the door of your heart - are you receptive and ready to listen to his voice as he speaks through his life-giving Word? God's kingdom is always present to those who seek him with a humble mind and a willing heart. The Lord invites us to pray daily, "May your kingdom come and your will be done on earth as it is in heaven" (Matthew 6:10).

"Lord Jesus, your word is life for me. May I never shut the door to your heavenly kingdom through my stubborn pride or disbelief. Help me to listen to your voice attentively and to conform my life more fully to your word."

CASUISTRY

“Woe to you scribes and Pharisees, you frauds! You shut the doors of the kingdom of God in men’s faces, neither entering yourselves nor admitting those who are trying to enter.” —Matthew 23:13

Religious people can shut the doors of God’s Kingdom in the faces of other people. Furthermore, we can demonize some who do enter God’s Kingdom (Mt 23:15). One of the main ways we do this is by an attitude of casuistry — splitting hairs, looking for loopholes, and making rationalizations.

Casuistry is a begrudging, selfish attitude in which we refuse to give God everything. For example, the religious people in Jesus’ day speculated about which oaths they could get away with (Mt 23:16-19). Today, young people ask how far they can go sexually before they commit mortal sin. Catholics call the rectory and ask if a certain Mass “counts.” Many Catholics come to church at the last minute and leave immediately after Communion. They rationalize this and many other things. These are all expressions of casuistry.

Jesus did not begrudge us anything. He did not ask if just being scourged would “count” for our redemption. He did not try to shorten His time on the cross. He held nothing back. He emptied Himself (Phil 2:7) and gave us His all. If we give anything less than everything to the Lord, we turn others away from God, and worse than that, we refuse to love Jesus.

Prayer: Jesus, I surrender all.

Promise: “Our preaching of the gospel proved not a mere matter of words for you but one of power; it was carried on in the Holy Spirit.” —1 Thes 1:5

Praise: St. Rose of Lima practiced severe penances and laid down her life in reparation for the sinfulness of society.

Reference: (For a related teaching on Developing A Deep, Personal Relationship with Jesus, order, listen to, or download our CD 52-1 or DVD 52 on our website.)

Rescript: "In accord with the Code of Canon Law, I hereby grant the Nihil Obstat for the publication One Bread, One Body covering the time period from August 1, 2021 through September 30, 2021. Reverend Steve J. Angi, Vicar General, Chancellor, Archdiocese of Cincinnati, Cincinnati, Ohio January 12, 2021"

The Nihil Obstat ("Permission to Publish") is a declaration that a book or pamphlet is considered to be free of doctrinal or moral error. It is not implied that those who have granted the Nihil Obstat agree with the contents, opinions, or statements

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bvidzsoo · 7 years

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Why

Author: bvidzsoo

Warning: swearing, mature things, smut in next part

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon x female reader

Word count: 4, 018

Summary: Kim Junmyeon, your asshole of step brother did nothing else than bother you and annoy you. But why is it that every hate relationship turns into love? Well, you’re not sure if it’s love, but one things is sure...you did not hate your asshole of a step brother

A/N: Hello, I’m back with a new one shot! :) Part 2 will be coming soon...and this one will have only 2 parts, I hope you’ll enjoy this one. Little warning, I have no idea if it’s incest if you do some naughty things with your step brother, I’m prettu sure it is...but yeah...I just wanted to warn you!

I never asked for a brother…or a sister…yet he came in my life. He wasn’t even my brother, we didn’t share the same blood…he was just an intruder. He came to ruin my life, I had nothing with his father…my stepfather. He was actually very nice, funny, humble and intelligent. I’m glad mom remarried with such an amazing person…except his son. Why did he have to be so rude and an asshole? He just couldn’t shut up, always had something to say…always saying how he’s grades are better than mine…making mom proud. I wanted mom to be proud only of me…yes, I was jealous. Since Junmyeon became my stepbrother it’s like mom forgot about me. She always praises him, acts sweet with him. Where are the praises for me? I miss the old days, when it was just mom and me…

“Could you move your lazy ass faster? I don’t want to be late!” Junmyeon scoffed as he passed by me.

“No.” I glared at him and on purpose ate my cereals slower “I suddenly feel like savouring the cereals would be a good thing.”

“I swear to God, Y/N…I’ll leave without you.”

“I don’t care, I’ll just call Jongdae then.” I shrugged. He took a deep breath and walked up to me, taking my hand that was holding the spoon, stopping me midway.

“You are not going with Jongdae, so hurry up.”

“And who are you to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do?” I glared at him.

“Your brother.” He said through gritted teeth.

“You aren’t my brother, and you will never be.” I forcefully pushed him away and threw the rest of the cereal in the sink, the bowl making loud noises as I dropped it in the sink.

“What’s with all this noise?” Mom came in the kitchen, looking confused and sleepy.

“Nothing, goodbye mom.” I walked past her, took my bag from the floor and slammed the front door shut after me. Well, this was one of the best morning’s I could have, seriously…usually I end up in a fight with mom about being rude with Junmyeon, not that I care. I sat down in the car, and took out my phone dialing Jongdae’s number.

“Morning, love. I hope you dreamt of me.” Jongdae’s flirtatious voice greeted me.

“Morning, no, I didn’t thankfully.” I chuckled.

“That’s a pity, I always dream of you.” He sighed dramatically.

“Well, guess I hunt you down in every dream of yours. You should be glad I actually like you.” I chuckled.

“The odds were in my favour.”

“Can you stop the Hunger Games references? It’s annoying.” I rolled my eyes, both at Jongdae and Junmyeon, who entered the car.

“But that movie is so good.”

“I’m not saying it’s not good, but you are obsessed with it…and that’s annoying.” I said chuckling.

“Well whatever, I need to obsess over something—or what? Would you like me to obsess over you?” No doubt he was smirking.

“I’ll chop off your dick, Jongdae.” I stifled a laugh.

“What!” Jongdae started laughing loudly and I waited ‘till he stopped.

“Anyways, I called to tell you to meet at our place.”

“Oh, sure. I’m telling Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Joy too, okay?”

“Yeah, sure…then see you there.”

“Bye, love.” I smiled and hang up.

“Why are you always with that Jongdae?” Junmyeon asked glancing at me.

“Because unlike someone, he’s actually nice and fun to be around.” I answered with a glared.

“I’m fun to be around too.” He said with a smirk.

“Yeah, sure.” I snorted, rolling my eyes.

“Well, you are the only girl that thinks that.”

“Trust me, brother…if they’d have to live with you, they’d regret all their life choises they made.” I said with a sarcastic smile.

“I’ve always wondered how can your friends be around you.” He said with an evil smirk. I glared at him.

“Fuck you.”

“Thank you.”

As we got to school I exited the damn car, getting as far away from Junmyeon I could. But of course he had to run after me, shouting my name in the hallway, heads turning at us.

“What de fuck do you want?” I exclaimed stopping abruptly, he collided with my back and turned me around harshly.

“Are you deaf, I’ve been calling you since you left the car!” He asked harshly, pulling on my hand.

“And if I didn’t answer is clear that I don’t want to talk to you.” I glared at him.

“If I fucking call you than you fucking answer.”

“Really? Make me.” I slapped his chest, pulling my arm from his grasp.

“I’ll be waiting for you, so hurry up.” He said with glare.

“Sure, go fuck yourself.” With a smirk I left him and headed towards Joy’s locker, where we were meeting.

I could already hear Chanyeol’s loud laughing. Him and Jongdae were always so loud I’m surprised they weren’t given detention for that, since our director loved peace and silence.

“Yeol, please stop! It’s not even funny.” Joy whined, hiding her face in her hands.

“What did I miss?” I asked walking closer.

“Oh, Y/N!” Chanyeol exclaimed and pulled me in a hug, which I returned.

“What did they do to you, Joy?” I asked chuckling, Joy’s face was red.

“She tripped, in front of Yixing. And then everyone started laughing and Yixing cracked a smile and—Joy awkwardly waved at him, while her whole face was red—oh God, it was the funniest thing so far today!” Chanyeol explained, cracking up at the end.

“It’s embarrassing.” Joy whined and I patted her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, even though Yixing is friends with Junmyeon, he’s not like that. I’m sure he found it clumsily cute.” I encouraged Joy with a smile.

“You really think that?” Joy’s face lit up.

“Yeah, Yixing is the only nice guy from Junmyeon’s group of friends, so don’t worry.” Joy had a crush on Yixing since the moment they were paired up at sport. Our school works a little bit different, the teachers think it’s better if the Juniors and Seniors are together at Sport and Literature, so unfortunately I have to share two classes with Junmyeon almost every day.

“Why are we talking about them? Why didn’t you greet me?” Jongdae pouted.

“I didn’t forget about you, don’t worry!” I laughed and hugged Jongdae.

“Mm, I like this.” He said with a smirk.

“I’ll chop off your dick.” I playfully glared at him as we pulled away.

“I’ll need in the future, so try not to.” He chuckled and patted my shoulder.

“Let’s just go to class.” I said laughing.

The teacher walked in with a smile on his face, “Everyone, today we’ll talk about Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.”

Baekhyun poked my side, since he was my seatmate in literature, “Yo, you’ve read it, right?”

“It’s my favourite book.” I answered smiling.

“Perfect, ‘cause I didn’t.” Baekhyun said with a cheeky smile, I rolled my eyes at him.

“When did you read something?”

“A long time ago.” He said proudly, I scoffed and focused on the teacher when a paper landed on my desk. I stared at it, knowing well it was from Junmyeon or one of his friends…I refused to open it, knowing well that there’s nothing inside. Baekhyun though took the note and opened it. I looked at his face, which turned angry. He turned around with a growl and glared at Junmyeon and his friends.

“Those motherfuckers.” He murmured “They are asking for a fight.”

“Baekhyun” I held his hand “It’s not worth it.”

“How can you live with that asshole!” He scoffed.

“I’m an asshole too.” I said with a chuckle.

“Is there something wrong?” Mr. Min asked, his eyebrows raised at us.

“No, Mr. Min. Excuse us if we bothered the class.” I said looking down.

“No problem, Y/N. Next time pay attention, yes Baekhyun?”

“Yes, Mr. Min.” Baekhyun and I nodded.

“Y/N, last essay you said your favourite writer is Jane Austen. I suppose you know what happens in Pride and Prejudice?”

“Oh, yes Mr. Min. I know.” I answered smiling, getting excited.

“Could you describe Elizabeth to us, please?” Mr. Min smiled at me. I nodded and walked in front of class, Junmyeon’s friends snickered while he had an annoying smirk on his face. I took a deep breath and ignored them, focusing on Mr. Min and the rest of the class.

“Elizabeth is a young lady, who has a lot of pride. She’s very intelligent and likes to read a lot. She’s her father’s favourite daughter, since there are five sisters. While she’s her father’s favourite, her mother rather prefers Jane, the eldest and most beautiful girl of the family. I feel like Elizabeth always had a kind of rivalty with her mother, not listening to her fully, rather focusing on her father.

“Not only intelligent, she’s a very respectful person and puts accent on love and family. Even though her family is not perfect she still loves them and supports them. She’s very close to Jane out of all her sisters, they share everything with each other, they are inseparable.” I glanced at Junmyeon who was listening closely, not moving his gaze from me even when Jongin was trying to get his attention “I feel like Mr. Dracy is a man full with mysteries something that interguize Elizabeth and attracts her to him. Even if at the beginning they hated each other, both people full of pride and their ego’s too high to let the other win, they grew to fall in love with each other. Somehow, Mr. Dracy made Elizabeth’s walls break, he made her open up to him. I really liked it, because Elizabeth has a strong personality, and it felt like Mr. Dracy tamed her. While Elizabeth succeeded in making Mr. Dracy a warmer person. I find the whole story fascinating and romantic.”

“Wow, you deserve a round of applause.” Mr. Min said smiling widely and the whole class started clapping, Junmyeon’s friends as well..except him. He had a deep expression on his face, his eyes boring on me and I had to look away, he made me feel uncomfortable. I bowed my head and quickly walked to my seat, Baekhyun waiting for me with a wide smile on his face.

“That’s my Y/N!” He cheered quietly for me and kissed my cheek.

“Hey!” Jongdae whined from behind “You can’t kiss her!”

“I just did.” He smiled smugly at Jongdae.

“I swear to—“

“I’ll let you and Chanyeol kiss my cheek if you shut up right now!” I said with a threatening smile, looking at Jongdae.

“Why on the cheek!” Jongdae whined.

“I don’t think you’ll have that dick for long, Kim Jongdae.” I glared at him, he stifled his laugh and winked at me.

Literature class ended and it was time for lunch. I took my bags and while waiting for Baekhyun to pack up I was almost pushed to the ground. Good thing Joy has good reflexes.

“What the fuck!” I exclaimed regaining my balance, and glared at none other than…Junmyeon.

“Not my fault that you have a fat ass.” He said, not even stopping. My blood boiled and I shouted after him at the top of my lungs.

“Fuck you, Kim Junmyeon!”

“I think I’ll beat him up soon.” Chanyeol deep voice sounded pissed off.

“Not just you, I don’t care he’s our Sunbae…he’s a fucking asshole.” Jongdae glared at the opened door, where Junmyeon walked out seconds ago.

“Why can’t we just beat him up?” Baekhyun asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Because it’s not worth it. I don’t want my three best friends in trouble, okay?” I asked with a stern expression.

“Boys, let’s go eat, okay? And chill.” Joy patted Chanyeol shoulder and pulled Baekhyun with her, holding him by the shoulder.

“Such a dickhead.” Jongdae intertwined our fingers, Chanyeol hocking his arm with mine, we headed to the Cafeteria.

Unfortunately, the only available table was next to Junmyeon’s group. With a groan I sat down, his voice irritating me. He was laughing loudly with Jongin. I glanced at them and Sehun winked at me. I stared at him bored, than rose to go and take some food. The line wasn’t very long, so for once I waited patiently. I felt a presence behind me, and before I could glance back to see who it was, he rested his head on my shoulder.

“Hello, baby girl.” Sehun smiled at me wickedly.

“Sehun.” I rose an eyebrow at him, turning my head to look at him.

“Nice presentation, I didn’t knew you were a bookworm.” He said with a smirk, resting his hands on my waist.

“And I didn’t knew you were this touchy in public.” I teased him with a smirk. How should I explain this? Sehun and I had…well…history? I guess you can call it that. I knew him way before meeting Junmyeon or his group of friends. We met at a club, and actually dated for a year…but decided that we were better as friends…or whatever you would call us. I don’t know either, he was handsome and I wouldn’t say no to him…guess the same for him.

“Just imagine, this touchy in public…I can get more touchy in other places too.” He said with a chuckle and I patted his hands on my waist.

“Keep dreaming, big boy.” He snickered and straightened himself, taking a plate and standing in line behind me.

“How have you been?” He asked casually.

“Pretty good.” I answered shrugging.

“I heard you’re way too mean to your big brother, Myeon.” He snickered and I rolled my eyes.

“Junmyeon’s not my big brother.”

“Aw, still not accepting the fact?” Sehun pouted at me. I pushed his shoulder.

“Never, he’s not my brother.”

“Anyways, you coming to the party tomorrow?” He asked with a smile.

“I was thinking about it.”

“So you are coming.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” I giggled and placed some fries on my plate.

“Still eating fries for lunch?”

“Oh Sehun, why do you know me better than my own family?” I asked with a laugh.

“Because I dated you for a year, and it was all real.” A smile appeared on his face, a genuine, sincere one. I chuckled sadly, I would lie if I wouldn’t like to date Sehun again. But that was in the past…we are better like this, too toxic for each other.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, at the party.” I smiled back at him, a sincere and genuine one.

“Glad to know.” He winked at me and I walked to the table where the guys were sitting at.

“I see you spoke with Sehun?” Joy raised her eyebrows.

“He’s a nice guy.” I shrugged and started eating.

“It’s funny how you can have a normal and calm conversation with your ex, but not with your step brother.” Chanyeol said.

“Chan, not again!” I groaned, throwing a fry at him. He happily caught it and ate it. Jongdae and Joy laughed.

“Hello friends.” A plate was pushed on the table and I smiled at Minseok. “It’s not even hard to find you when Chan’s a freaking giant.”

“Hey! That’s not funny.” Chanyeol glared at Minseok.

“Hey Min, class ended?”

“Ugh, yeah. Finally, I thought I’ll murder the teacher.” Jongdae started laughing and he pulled Minseok down, near him to sit.

“Jongdae, bro.” They fist bumped “You coming to the party, right?”

“I’m coming!” Baekhyun raised his hand excited, Chanyeol nodded.

“Y/N, you coming right?” Joy asked looking at me.

“Of course I am.” I said laughing.

“I’m coming too.” Joy smiled.

“Cool, Dae?” Minseok asked looking at Jongdae.

“Of course I’m coming, are we meeting at your house?”

“Yeah, sure. Chanyeol, bring your bike.” Minseok said with a smile.

“I’m riding with Chanyeol!” I exclaimed with a smile.

“Can’t I go?” Baekhyun whinned.

“No, go with Minseok.” I stuck my tongue out at him.

“Whatever.” Baekhyun sighed defeated.

“That’s fine, I can drive you home Baek.” Chanyeol chuckled.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” Baekhyun shrugged.

“Where are you going?” Junmyeon’s annoying voice was close to my ear, too close for my liking. I turned my head towards him, and was surprised how close he actually was. His breath was fanning against my face and I slightly pulled back my head.

“To a party, why? Jealous mommy didn’t let you go?” I asked in a voice you talk to a little kid.

“If I remember correctly you are the one that didn’t ask for permission.” He said through gritted teeth.

“And I’m not going to ask. It’s none of their business what I’m doing.” I glared at him.

“Then I’ll make sure they will know.” He smirked as he straightened his back.

“Sure, go on.” I shrugged “But don’t be too surprised if it will slip that their son is failing math.”

“You wouldn’t.” He raised his eyebrows.

“Try me.” I mimicked his expression. He growled and walked away while I waved after him happily.

“I hate Sport.” Joy whined as we finished our third lap.

“Me too.” I took a deep breath, glad that we could finally stop. Minseok threw two bottles of water at us, that I gladly caught.

“Thanks Min!”

“Anything for the ladies.” He winked at us, than went on to give bottles of water to the others girls. He couldn’t do sports due to a leg injury, so he offered to help the teacher out…that meaning giving bottles of water. Sehun and Junmyeon came to a stop in front of us.

“The field is so huge, did you really have to stop in front of us?” I asked.

“Oh, I didn’t even see you!” Junmyeon chuckled “No wonder why…you aren’t important, blend in well.” I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but instead a squeal left my mouth. I looked at Baekhyun, who was grinning, and oh…he just slapped my butt. Joy and Sehun started laughing at my reaction, while Junmyeon’s look could kill, he wasn’t even being subtly about glaring at Baekhyun.

“Ups? My hand moved on its own?” He asked very amused.

“You are mental, Baek.” I said with a huff.

“What? Sometimes you have to do what you feel, and I felt like slapping your ass.” He said with a shrug, and he actually made me laugh.

“Okay, next time when I feel like chopping of your dick I’ll just do it.” I said with a smirk.

“You know…about that, that’s not something you should want to do.” He winked at me. Junmyeon scoffed and pushed past us.

“What’s his problem?”

“He’s Junmyeon.” I shrugged and my gaze lingered on his back.

Now it was time for the boys to play Lacrosse. They made the teams, Chanyeol, Baekhyun, Sehun and Jongin in one team while Junmyeon, Jongdae, Yixing and Kyungsoo in one team with other boys as well. The girls, the one in the cheerleading squad lined up at the edge of the field and started their routine. I was one of them, while Joy was actually the Captain of the Cheerleading squad and…guess who was the Captain of the Lacrosse team? None other than Yixing.

After the warm up we started dancing to one of the songs, but as soon coach was happy with our show we stopped, our muscles giving up. I sat down near Joy and watched as the boys played.

“Girls, I’ll head out for a little, I’ve got a call. Make sure everything is fine, okay Joy?” Coach instructed.

“Yes coach!” Joy bowed her head and coach left after that.

“Uh, look at Yixing.” Joy said dreamily “So handsome, such a good player. Perfect for his position. The way he plays, everything about him is so perfect—“ She would usually say the same things. She really liked him, but was too shy to tell him. I opened my mouth to tease her, but stop when I saw Baekhyun suddenly on the ground, Junmyeon on top of him. Junmyeon got up and took off his casket with a smug smirk on his face. Baekhyun was still lying on the ground and the boys started to gather around him.

“Why isn’t he getting up?” I asked Joy standing up.

“I have no idea.” Joy scrunched her nose in confusion. Chanyeol pushed away a few guys to get to Baekhyun and we heard a painful shout.

“Baekhyun!” I screamed, running towards him scared. What happened! I pushed away the boys aggressively, trying to get to Baekhyun.

“Get the fuck away!” I growled when Jongin didn’t want to move.

“That’s what you get if you touch Y/N.” Junmyeon said with his smirk still on his face. I slapped Jongin’ arm and he moved aside. I kneeled down beside Baekhyun, who was breathing hard and whining.

“Baekhyun?” I took off his casket and his eyes were closed. “What happened?” I asked looking at the other boys.

“He had the ball” Kyungsoo explained “and Junmyeon attacked him to get it away.”

“Junmyeon?”I asked, my voice raising an octave. “Joy, go and call coach.”

“Baekhyun, where does it hurt?” I asked holding his hand.

“My—right—shoulder.” He choked out.

“Coach is coming, hang on.” I said holding his head in my hands.

“Yeah, if—I get to be held—like this by—you—I can just break my bones—everyday.” He said, ending it with a strangled chuckle.

“You are mental Baek, I’m telling you.” I scoffed.

“Just for you.” He chuckled, but was followed by a quiet whine.

“What happened here?!” Coach ran towards us “Kris, help me bring him to the nurse. Class dismissed.” Kris and coach left with a whinny Baekhyun, I slowly rose to my feet. I turned around to see Junmyeon with an angry smirk on his face.

“Who did this?”

“Your boyfriend didn’t die.”

“So it was you?” I walked up to Junmyeon, everyone watching us.

“It’s not my fault he’s so weak.” He shrugged.

“Why did you attack him if he’s weaker?”

“He needed to be taught a lesson.”

“What lesson, Junmyeon!” I exclaimed pushing him backwards “What is your fucking problem!”

“He has no right to touch you in inappropriate ways!” Junmyeon shouted.

“Well he sure has more rights than you to touch me!” I pushed his chest again.

“Oh really? Give me a fucking reason why!”

“He’s not a fucking asshole like you!” I pushed his chest again, slowly moving away from the circle the others formed.

“But he’s a fucking pervert!”

“And what’s your problem. I should be bothered not you!” Push.

“Guess what, I’m bothered by it!” he chuckled.

“Fucking stop—“ Push “ruining—“ Push “my life!” Push “I didn’t ask—“ Push “for a fucking—“ Push “step brother !” Before I could push him again, he caught my arms and pulled me against his chest aggressively, his grip on my arms hurting me.

“Guess what!” He chuckled venom dripping from his voice.

“Let go!” I whined, knowing he’ll leave bruises if he keeps gripping my arm like that. I’ve never seen Junmyeon this angry before, he scared me.

“I didn’t ask for a fucking step sister either! Not for a whining, stuck up, narcissistic bitch!” A gasp left my mouth, and the field was quiet after what he said. No one moved and no one said anything. Something in my chest started to hurt and I felt tears in my eyes. Was I really going to cry because he called me a whining, stuck up, narcissistic bitch? I felt humiliated and hurt, beyond hurt. I ripped myself away from his grip and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. He left bruises on my arms, he deserves this.

“You are a fucking asshole, Kim Junmyeon. I hope you rot in hell!” I slapped him again and ran away, towards the girl restroom. I heard Joy calling my name and I only speed up. I closed myself in a stool…and for the first time in years…I cried…and for the first time I cried…because of Junmyeon.

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slightlycrookedletters · 7 years

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@mcubed35 made this for #spontaneouswriteblr!

Fun Basics Preferred Writing Type (i.e. fanfiction, short stories, non-fiction, novels, scripts): I write fanfiction, novels, novellas, novelettes, and non-fiction, as well as poetry. Favorite Genre(s) to Write: Sci Fi and Fantasy are my main favorites. I like to write fantasy that is set in entirely different worlds, and sci fi sometimes is real-world based or also very made up (I also tend to write sci fantasy). Historical nonfiction is my favorite to write in that type. Favorite Genre(s) to Read: SF/F, and graphic novels, and a few others, depending on what catches my eye. I also enjoy interesting nonfiction, especially history. Favorite Standalone Book(s): Stitching Snow by R.C. Lewis, Rejected Princesses by Jason Porath, Graceling by Kristin Cashore, Lord of the Flies, Animal Farm, Pride and Prejudice, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, Anya’s Ghost by Vera Brosgol, Tides by Betsy Cornwell, and I feel like there are more, but they’re not coming to mind. Favorite Book Series: The Spiderwick Chronicles, The Lunar Chronicles, I kinda count Jackson Pearce’s series of fairytale-based books even though they’re sort of standalone, a huge number of comic book series (particularly the Batgirl series with Cassandra Cain), and some others I’m having difficulty recalling. Favorite Movie(s): Hm. Some of the ones I’ve recently enjoyed are Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, Hidden Figures, and Arrival. Some of the ones I like from a while ago are The Good Dinosaur, Lilo and Stitch, Superman vs. Batman Dawn of Justice, a number of historically based films, and The Mission (which is a tragedy based on real life tragedy and not recommended if you don’t want to bawl your eyes out). Favorite TV Show(s): I like Young Justice, Steven Universe, and the new Voltron a lot! I also enjoy Parks and Rec, Bullshit!, and so far, Brooklyn 99. I also enjoy a good historically based series, but I’m struggling to recall any I’ve recently seen. I don’t really watch TV in general, so I haven’t seen a lot of TV shows. Other Fandoms You’re Interested In: I like rap battles for history and economics and the like. I also enjoy history a lot. Zodiac Sign: I think I’m supposed to be a Libra. —Does it match your personality? Meh? I dunno. MBTI Type: INFJ —Does it match your personality well? Meh, probably. Introvert or Extrovert? Probably more towards an introvert. Favorite Season: Spring! Spirit animal: I like to say a bunniphant, because I feel I embody both a bunny and an elephant at times, but people have told me if I were an animal, I’d be a puppy. So. Hobbies/interests other than writing: Martial arts, weapons, comics, survivalist/self sufficiency skills, history, psychology, and other things.

Cat person, dog person or both? BOTH animals are awesome except for crocodilians who I hate.

Writing Style Nitty-Gritty Number/Names of WIPs:

Bedlam (a vaguely pseudo-Victorian fantasy about a family of orphans who have to rescue their brother from a madhouse)

Unnamed Project (this is the one I’ve been working on the longest, best description: a depressed elf and an angry human girl try to save the world)

A Broken Unit (a somewhat stream of consciousness superhero novel about a speedster who’s a twin and is separated from her twin and blamed for an unknown crime)

Untitled Generation Ship Novella (drama between an all-female population on a generation ship where medical authorities hold almost all power)

We Are (a novel about a superhero ‘community’ and the dark secrets within)

Untitled Fantasy Novel (a girl who can fly is teamed up with a small boy who can breathe fire, and the fire breathers start an open rebellion against the people who can fly in the midst of this)

Untitled Fantasy Novel (idea in progress about living on the fringes of society--literally)

Favorite book about writing: I can’t remember, but I found the Hot Text! Book funny that we had in class for Writing for the Web because it was a solid decade out of date. Planner, Pantser or Plantser? Kinda more pantser than planner by a lot. Favorite Outlining Method: No. I would rather die. Types of blogs you followed for reference: ...so many. Howtofightwrite is my favorite by far. Reference topics you would like blog suggestions for: I would like to know more about ax-fighting, random info like small, obscure history or science bits, and plants. Types of blogs you followed for inspiration: Anything with interesting pictures. Do you write on a schedule or sporadically? Definitely sporadically. Any creativity rituals that you use: Not really?

Your Writing Community Current writing/creative communities you participate in: AO3 counts, yeah? And Tumblr. Are you part of any critique groups (local or online)? Ish, yeah, but we don’t use the word critique. Would you like to find online critique partners/groups? No, I tried and I forgot about it. Would you like to be a beta-reader if someone needs one? No. How long have you been on Tumblr? Like three years? Would you like to be tagged in any writing games/questionnaires? Yes! Those are fun! How do you feel about being messaged and/or tagged to discuss writing? Yup, I like that. Are you following #365k365day or #spontaneouswriteblr? Neither?

Your Online Community Info NaNoWriMo Community Name (if applicable): ...I forget Wattpad Community Name (if applicable): ...I don’t use it and have forgotten it fanfiction.net or AO3 Community Name (if applicable): My old, old stuff is on FF net under Orpah. DeviantArt Community Name (if applicable): ...I forget, it’s been years Patreon Community Name (if applicable): ...I forgot that too. DX

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seekfirstme · 4 years

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An open door to the throne of God

Jesus is the door to God's kingdom

Don't be misled by wrong-headed teachers

God's ways and thoughts are different from ours

Seek God's kingdom first

BACK TO THE APOSTLES

“The wall of the city had twelve courses of stones as its foundation, on which were written the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb.” —Revelation 21:14

The holy city, the Church in glory, is founded on the apostles (see also Eph 2:20). This gives us an objective criterion for recognizing the Church founded by Jesus. The Church founded by Jesus can historically trace herself back to the apostles through the ordination of its bishops.

By recognizing Jesus’ Church, we know who to believe on such critical matters of faith and morals as:

• Do we receive the Body and Blood of Jesus in Holy Communion?

• Is Baptism necessary?

• Is marriage a sacrament?

• Is the Sacrament of Reconciliation from the Holy Spirit?

• Do I have to be holy to go to heaven?

These important matters and others are disputed by some Christian leaders. The Church is the only answer to human limitations, disagreements, and confusion. We must recognize the Church Jesus founded. This makes the apostles and their successors especially important. Love the Church and her apostles.

Prayer: Father, may I love the Church and lay down my life for her (Eph 5:25).

Promise: “You are the Son of God; you are the King of Israel.” —Jn 1:49

Praise: St. Bartholomew, one of the twelve foundation stones of the Church (see Eph 2:20; Rv 21:14), powerfully intercedes for us. He brought the Good News to India and Armenia.

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Rescript: "In accord with the Code of Canon Law, I hereby grant the Nihil Obstat for One Bread, One Body covering the period from August 1, through September 30, 2020. Most Reverend Joseph R. Binzer, Auxiliary Bishop, Vicar General Archdiocese of Cincinnati, Cincinnati, Ohio October 1, 2019"

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