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RWCH 2021 Gift Exchange Sign-ups!

If you’d like to sign up for the 2021 RWCH gift exchange, please use the link below!

If you’d like to have more than one secret santa (and create different gifts for them) please sign up twice.

Also, please follow me so you can get reminders and so I can send you your secret santa!

https://forms.gle/LZChAmdc79pLo9h9A

For the timeline of everything, please read below:

Sign-ups will end February 28 2021 meaning you’ll have a week to sign up

That week, I’ll put everyone’s name in a randomiser and then send everyone the name of their secret santa.

The posting date will be May 1 2021, giving you a little more than two months to create something!

I’ll be posting a reminder at the one month mark (April 1), one week mark (April 24), and the night before (April 30).

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RWCH 2021 Gift Exchange Sign-ups!

If you’d like to sign up for the 2021 RWCH gift exchange, please use the link below!

If you’d like to have more than one secret santa (and create different gifts for them) please sign up twice.

Also, please follow me so you can get reminders and so I can send you your secret santa!

https://forms.gle/LZChAmdc79pLo9h9A

For the timeline of everything, please read below:

Sign-ups will end February 28 2021 meaning you’ll have a week to sign up

That week, I’ll put everyone’s name in a randomiser and then send everyone the name of their secret santa.

The posting date will be May 1 2021, giving you a little more than two months to create something!

I’ll be posting a reminder at the one month mark (April 1), one week mark (April 24), and the night before (April 30).

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RWCH 2021 Gift Exchange Sign-ups!

If you’d like to sign up for the 2021 RWCH gift exchange, please use the link below!

If you’d like to have more than one secret santa (and create different gifts for them) please sign up twice.

Also, please follow me so you can get reminders and so I can send you your secret santa!

https://forms.gle/LZChAmdc79pLo9h9A

For the timeline of everything, please read below:

Sign-ups will end February 28 2021 meaning you’ll have a week to sign up

That week, I’ll put everyone’s name in a randomiser and then send everyone the name of their secret santa.

The posting date will be May 1 2021, giving you a little more than two months to create something!

I’ll be posting a reminder at the one month mark (April 1), one week mark (April 24), and the night before (April 30).

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rwch gift exchange 2021?

Hey guys! I’m wondering if any of you guys would be interested in participating in another gift exchange?

I’m sorry that I never got around to planning an actual Christmas/holidays secret santa but I really underestimated my university workload (and how much I would actually procrastinate). By the time I was finally finished classes it felt too close to December to start sign-ups.

If anyone is actually interested I do have some new ideas. One, I’ll post some reminders occasionally so people won’t forget. And two, people who want to create more than one gift will only receive one gift (to be honest, that was completely my fault last time. Because they wanted to create two gifts I put their name in twice in the randomiser so two people got their name to create a gift for).

So yeah, if anybody is interested in participating please like or reblog this and, if there’s more than two people interested (which, if only two people want to participate it won’t be so secret but it’ll still be fun) I’ll post the sign-ups some time in the coming days!

(Also, I’ll be sure to put a question to see if people have read Princess at Heart yet so people won’t see/read spoilers in their gifts)

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@iammadeofporcelain @lovesickadora ( i think you changed url’s but i put both just in case ) hey!!! I’ve seen you a bit in the osemanverse fandom, i had no idea you also liked rwch, i really hope you like this sanastacia comic i drew for you! happy gift exchange💕

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This is for @cauchemares i hope you like it!

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It’s time for me to present my gift to the lovely @rosewood-ranger for the @rwchsecretsanta!!!!!

First of all, you said you loved jottie, so I went a little out of my comfort zone and drew this

Poses are hard man

And lastly, you said one of your favorite characters was Ellie, so I made a doodle of Ellie as well!! I wasn’t gonna post it because originally it was a backup if I couldn’t figure out the jottie one, but I ended up liking them both so I’m posting them both :D

I really hope you enjoy!!!

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I was incredibly lucky to get the wonderful @eleanorwolfson in the rosewood gift exchange. Erin, you’re seriously my best friend and I’m so glad to have met you. Thank you for being you, i love you dude. 

For those of you who don’t know, Erin and I are the last known survivors in the R+H’s Cinderella fanbase and we meme about it all the time, so I thought that it would be really fun to do a Cinderella AU with Butterkins! I hope you like it Erin!!!

(ps there’s also a bonus drawing under the “keep reading”)

Keep reading

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Don’t Watch Me While I Sleep

Don’t watch me while I sleep

rwch gift exchange 2020

Secret Santa: @thatrosewoodwriter​

Dear Charley, I’m very sorry that I could not write anything Butterkins or Sayuri/Miko related as you would have liked. I was having some trouble finding ideas for those, So I opted with this! I hope you like it and I really hope you don’t mind too much! :D

Summary: Ellie’s drunk. Jamie is tired. Ellie is very drunk. Jamie just wanted to go to sleep.

Word count: 1512

THIS IS NOT A JAMIE/ELLIE FIC.

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It was the sound of someone knocking on his bedroom door that woke Jamie up from his slumber. He groaned, peeling the duvet off himself, reluctant to leave the warmth of his bed and face the biting cold of the Maravish winter.

He knew it was Ellie, of course. It couldn’t be anyone else. No one else would come knocking at his door during the ungodly hours of the morning. 

Does she have no sense of time??  

Pulling a shirt on, he quietly manoeuvred his way across the room, expertly avoiding obstacles that lay waiting in the pitch-black room.

He put his ear to the door and listened for a second. The only sounds coming from the other side of the door was a fit of girlish giggling. Jamie’s brow furrowed in confusion. Ellie Never giggles. He creaked the door open just a teeny bit, allowing him to look at the person standing on the other side of his door.

It was Ellie, a very, very drunk Ellie.

“What the HELL were you thinking?!” Jamie whispered harshly as he dragged Ellie by the wrist down the corridor, towards her room.

“Stop being such a party pooper Jamieeeeeeeee, have shome fuuuuuuuun" She was slurring her words and her clothes reeked of alcohol.

“How many drinks have you had?” He couldn’t help but ask. Ellie fell into another fit of rapturous giggles. “SHHH!” Jamie placed a palm over her mouth. “You’ll wake up the entire household!”

She tore his hand away from her mouth before a mischievous grin broke out on her face, “I dunnoooo, maybe 4 cups of vodka and soda, and just one cheeeeeeeky shot of tequila" 

Jamie stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to face Ellie with an astonished look "If your parents found out you’d be dead.”

“Don’t look at me like that! It’s not pretty on your pretty face!" 

Jamie’s eyes widened, He’d never seen her so drunk. Sure, she would occasionally come back in the middle of the night a little tipsy, but this was on a completely different level. "Did you just call me pretty? Now I know you’re really drunk.”

“But it’s truuuuuuuue” She pouted her lips, poking his cheeks. He batted his hand away but couldn’t help the grin that snuck its way onto his face. 

“And here I was thinking I was going to get a peaceful nights rest." 

When they got to Ellie’s room, he shoved her inside quickly, to prevent Ellie making any more noise than she already had. He sniffed the air experimentally, Scrunching his nose as the pungent smell of alcohol entered his nostrils. "Ugh, Ellie you reek,”

“Nooooo!” She tried to stand up, only to fall back onto the bed. “I smell fineeeeee” She lifted her arm to sniff under her armpit, instantly regretting her decision as she recoiled at the stench.“Okayyy, maybe a little smellyyyy" 

"Shut up.”

Jamie’s eye’s widened as they trailed along her clothes. They were covered in stains, ripped at the elbow and along with her dishevelled hair and make-up, made her look as if she was living on the streets.

She again tried standing up, swaying as she tried to make her way to the door.

He could feel himself getting frustrated as he grabbed for Ellie’s hand pulling her onto a nearby chair. “Ellie, I swear to god, if you don’t shut up, I’m going to shove a sock down your throat.” Ellie’s eyes widened and she looked as if she were going to say something, but she quickly closed her mouth and slumped down into the chair.

Jamie puffed his cheeks out and rubbed his temples as he decided what to do next. What was he supposed to do? She needed to get her make-up off, which he could easily do but she needed to change out of her dirty clothes as well, and there was no way he was doing that for her. 

He decided that  He’d have to wake up Lottie to help him later.  

“We have to get you cleaned up, stay right here, I’m going to go get the wet wipes.”

When Jamie returned with a packet of wipes he was glad to see that Ellie had been softly talking to herself and had not moved from where he had last left her. “Come on, Get up we need to take your make up off” he pulled her into a sitting position and started wiping the black eyeliner off her eyes, which through the course of the night had smudged to create a big mess on her face.

He held her by the chin concentrating furiously on taking the makeup off, which was serving harder than he had thought. Ellie for her part had finally shut up and was practically falling asleep on his forearm. “Why on earth would you do something so stupid? what would happen if your parents caught you?” She didn’t respond, presumably asleep.

This was proved wrong less than a minute later when she slowly opened her eyes, staring into his eyes.

“Jamie," 

"What now?” He let out a frustrated huff.

“I’m gay." 

"I know Ellie, it’s kind of obvious.”

Ellie’s eyes shot open, “Really?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Jamie muttered something under this breath, getting even more agitated with each passing second. “How did you even get back inside?” The question suddenly came to him.

“HA!” She swayed, “That, my friend was not easy! I had to climb throooooooooough that window theeeere,” she jerked a finger at the window that was left wide open, blowing currents of cold air into the room. 

“Will you hold still for a minute?!” Jamie’s grip was surprisingly gentle as he attempted to remove all traces of smudged eyeliner from her face. He went back to work in silence only for it to be broken by Ellie’s voice. Again.

“I loooooove your shoooes” She looked up at him, offering him a toothy grin.

“Ellie, I’m not wearing shoes,” He replied, 

“Whaaaaaaat? No! You’re lying! It looks like you are wearing shoes!”

“That’s because you’re drunk, Ellie” He rolled his eyes, “You’re not thinking straight.”

“Of course I’m not thinking straight,” She giggled, “I’m gay!” She threw her head back laughing historically at her own terrible joke.

He allowed a small laugh to escape his lips as he disposed of the used wet wipe into a nearby trash can.

“Stay right here."He moved to the door, "Do not move, I’m going to call Lottie.”

“YIPPEE-”

“SHHHH!”

After Lottie had helped change Ellie into a pair of Star Wars Pajamas and forced her to drink at least 4 cups of water, she turned to Jamie, “Are you sure you can do this by yourself? you don’t want me to stay and help?”

He shook his head “No, you can go back to sleep. Thanks anyway”

“Alright, Goodnight,” She whispered as she left the room, closing the door behind her softly.

Jamie was tired. After a hard day all he wanted to was sleep for a solid 8 hours, But NO. He was being forced out of bed to make sure this idiot doesn’t wake up feeling like absolute shit.

Jamie walked over to the bed pulling the duvet over Ellie’s body, as she lay shivering on the bed. After getting rid of her old clothes, leaving a glass of water on her nightstand and turning the heater on, he made his way to the door.

“Jamie?” It was Ellie’s voice that stopped him in his tracks.

He turned around, raising an eyebrow. “Hm?”

“Will you stay? Please?” She croaked.

“Ellie, I can’t.” He was itching to get back to his own room, “I need to go to sleep. I’m tired.”

She got up groggily, “You can sleep there!” She pointed to an armchair positioned next to her bed. “Please? I don’t want to be here alone”

He finally gave in, grabbing a blanket and moving to the armchair that sat next to Ellie’s bed. “Fine, But you must go to sleep.” Ellie grinned at him but made no move to lay back down as he nestled himself in the chair. After a few seconds, he opened an eye, to find Ellie watching him with a stupid grin plastered on her face.

“And do not watch me while I sleep.”

After Lottie had helped change Ellie into a pair of Star Wars Pajamas and forced her to drink at least 4 cups of water, she turned to Jamie, “Are you sure you can do this by yourself? you don’t want me to stay and help?”

He shook his head “No, you can go back to sleep. Thanks anyway" 

"Alright, Goodnight,” She whispered as she left the room, closing the door behind her softly.

Jamie was tired. After a hard day all he wanted to was sleep for a solid 8 hours, But NO. He was being forced out of bed to make sure this idiot doesn’t wake up feeling like absolute shit.

Jamie walked over to the bed pulling the duvet over Ellie’s body, as she lay shivering on the bed. After getting rid of her old clothes, leaving a glass of water on her nightstand and turning the heater on, he made his way to the door.

“Jamie?” It was Ellie’s voice that stopped him in his tracks.

He turned around, raising an eyebrow. “Hm?”

“Will you stay? Please?” She croaked.

“Ellie, I can’t.” He was itching to get back to his own room, “I need to go to sleep. I’m tired.”

 She got up groggily, “You can sleep there!” She pointed to an armchair positioned next to her bed. “Please? I don’t want to be here alone”

He finally gave in, grabbing a blanket and moving to the armchair that sat next to Ellie’s bed. “Fine, But you must go to sleep.” Ellie grinned at him but made no move to lay back down as he nestled himself in the chair. After a few seconds, he opened an eye, to find Ellie watching him with a stupid grin plastered on her face.

“And do not watch me while I sleep.”

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Hi this is my entry for @holy-chocolate-biscuit i hope you enjoy!!:)

Lollie ( Ellie POV )

·     At the dismay of my father I was able to squeeze out a free evening from our holiday traditions to take Lottie to a Christmas market. I claimed it was a valuable part of her culture and he caved but she obviously hasn’t ever been to one so I felt it was my royal duty to change that. After a solid hour debate with Jamie about security he seemed to realize his arguments were getting nowhere so we settled on a half-mile perimeter and called it a day.

 I haven’t told her what we are doing but I know she will go mad with joy cause its right up her alley. Quite literally as we make our way through various alleyways in an attempt to find the market. Upon doing minimal research I found that apparently Scottish markets are the most enjoyable so here we are now lost In a random city with only each other and I am not about to ask Jamie for help.

 “Why don’t we try going by ear?” Lottie whispers, breaking my train of thoughts.

 “Excuse me what?” I ask completely bewildered about what was just said.

 “You know, like, listen out for sounds relevant to where we are going, although you will have to do it because you still haven’t told me where it is.” She tilts her head to the side like a puppy as if looking for an opportunity to discover the location.

 “Guilt tripping isn’t going to work on me, I’m immune from being around Raphael.” I say with a chuckle. “ Besides I think we’re almost there anyway. And I think your advice worked!” I shout as I start off running down the street towards some faint Christmas music, which I’m hoping is it.

 “Hey, slow down!” I hear Lottie whine from behind me so I look back and she is steadily trying to catch up running.

 “Trust me you’d want to run faster if you knew where we are going.”

 “Well now I’m even more curious! Really not going to tell me?” She complains as we run side by side.

 “ Oh calm down, its just round this corner I think.”

 We turn the corner and I hear a high pitched piercing squeal from my left side that can only be from Lottie as the bright lights of a Ferris wheel standing out in the sea of attractions. I look over but I am suddenly tackled to the ground into a limb-restraining hug with a face full of golden brown curls that only belongs to one person.

 “Oww. Please. Some. One. Help.” I joke and make pained sounds to which Lottie giggles and lets go. I catch a glimpse of her before I am heaved up and she starts dragging me closer to the action. Her eyes are the size of the moon and her cheeks are flushed a bright pink from the cold and probably excitement too. As we near the market I notice a large lavish archway lining the entrance made of wood and decorated with assortments of flowers.

 “ This is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen, besides rosewood hall of course. Oooooo is that waffles?” She says and before I can answer she drags me over to the stall in question that among the rest of them is also made of wood.

 “Wait you didn’t tell me we were going somewhere I needed money so I didn’t bring any.” Lottie sighs looking extremely deflated.

 “Well good for you I brought my Christmas allowance money with me so we’re set.” I say with pride and we watch the make them. When they are done I collect them for us, hand one to Lottie and we continue down the sea of stalls. A particular stall with an array of scented soap catches both our eyes and after some thorough browsing we pay for 7 various scented soaps and sorts. The cashier is a stout woman with a rough accent and she is terribly lovely so we have a calming conversation about Scottish culture then leave and by now we have finished our waffles so I throw the plates in the bin and we rush over to the Ferris wheel despite having just eaten and join the queue. It doesn’t take us long to be at the front of the queue and the umpire ushers us towards a small but cozy basket. As we rise a more and more magnificent view is revealed of the vibrant city illuminated by Christmas lights. The entire time we go round it Lottie is pointing out various places of interest like an intricate top of a theatre just off in the distance or a stall with trinkets below us. I take this moment to sit back and soak up the positive energy in the air. The shear fact that I am able to do this with my best friend makes me genuinely happy. By the time we reach the bottom she has her sights set on another stall so we walk over and it is a hot chocolate stall so we both get ones with whipped cream and marshmallows.

 For the next few hours we walk around every stall we can find and go on all the little amusement attractions like a Mary-go-round tucked away in the corner and after we are done Lottie is practically high off laughter. We start to walk back to the car and we link arms, swinging our legs around and attempting mercilessly to make the other laugh. I practically collapse into the car as they start the long journey to return home.

THE END.

I hope you enjoyed it.

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Nine in the Morning

Micky x Percy (Butterkins) Fan Fiction

Secret Santa was: @thatrosewoodwriter

Fic Summary: Taking place after the events of Princess in Practice, this fan fiction is an imagining of Micky and Percy and what they did next.

Thank you @rwchsecretsanta for organising the whole thing.

I’m sorry it’s so long xjsjsje I got pretty carried away.

Note for @thatrosewoodwriter

Hey Charley. I was your Secret Santa, sneaky me. You might have already guessed that because I think I was pretty bad at hiding it. Anyway, I was very happy when I found out I got you, we were already friends (and continuing to develop our friendship) but I was delighted. You’re a great friend that I love talking to, and you never seem to run out of interesting stories to talk about. You are also very talented, with singing, writing, making art etc, and it blows me away. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic. Even though I don’t usually really write, I tried my best. As I said, I am very happy that I got you and I hope you like it.

-: ✧ :-

Nine in the morning, before breakfast, Percy was walking in the Tompkins Gardens in a dark blue bath robe, under the vivid pastel blue sky.

Percy had always adored the gardens - wise like several football pitches put together.

Plants and flowers of extreme beauty and colours, rosy pink, glowing blue, fluorescent greens surrounding him, nature at its best, beautiful and bright. He walked on the smooth gray stone pavement, his hands in his pockets, on his left side a bush wall with different coloured flowers.

In the middle of the gardens, was a big fountain, at the centrepiece of it, a white statue of Aphrodite, the greek Goddess of love, a paper white life size statue, her hair tied back and a warm smile on her face, wearing a white robe.

Percy slowly walked his way to the very front, occasionally bending down to sniff the flowers and admiring the beauty as he walked.

Last night he hadn’t got much sleep, he admitted to himself, and he felt his energy draining as he walked.

He remembered looking around his room in the Tompkins Manor, pastel blue walls painting ironic melancholy as the walls felt like they choked him. Restlessness consumed him, and dark thoughts had wormed their malicious control into Percy’s brain daily. The thoughts came to him abruptly and without control, even though Percy did his best to suppress them.

Alfred Tompkins is sick.

Leviathan have the Hamelin formula.

Your own father sold you out for Leviathan.

Percy physically cringed as those memories came coursing through his mind again. He shook his head, as if to literally shake the memories away.

He turned his head and saw a figure emerge from the back doors.

Micky Tompkins, his best friend.

His light blonde hair was messy, not brushed properly, and it looked annoyingly good on him, and it made Percy want to ruffle his hair. As he ran closer to Percy, he couldn’t help notice that his ocean blue eyes sparkled today. He wore a white fluffy bathing robe. Only Micky could look good in a white bathing robe, Percy thought bitterly.

“Micky,” Percy scanned him, smiling. “Hi. Walk with me?”

Micky smiled back. “Of course.”

-: ✧ :-

They walked side by side in the heat, Percy on Micky’s left as a cool breeze found it’s way down his spine. Micky suddenly felt his palms build up with sweat, and he shook his hands quickly and clenched his fists, praying Percy didn’t see anything.

This wasn’t exactly ideal, as recently, Micky had fallen more and more in love with Percy, and he prioritised looking good in front of him nowadays.

Everything Percy did, Micky couldn’t stop admiring.

His smile. His hair, that he loved to ruffle. His personality. How he held himself. He’d become more and more in love by everything he did. It was almost worrying.

Even that black bath robe he was wearing, that accentuated the black circles around his eyes, that made him look like a panda, as his eyes were sunken and his skin was pale white. Micky let out a quiet laugh.

Percy didn’t seem to notice this, he stopped walking and fell back. He went on his tiptoes, pulling a red rose lower and smelled it.

His jawline. The way he crinkled his nose. The way he closed his eyes.

Percy went down to his feet again and let go of the flower, his smile fading slowly again. He wore a withdrawn expression as they walked, looking down occasionally and chewing his lip. Micky’s heart beat quickly. What was wrong?

“Are you alright?” asked Micky.

Percy looked at him, and slowly signed, “Tired. Just a bit tired.” He gave a small smile as if to show this.

Though Micky senses there was more to the story, than “just a bit tired.”

Micky’s face swiftly morphed into a mask of worry, his heart aching seeing Percy like this. “I don’t think that’s all.”

Percy ignored this, and continued walking.

“I think I know what it’s about. What... happened. And, you can talk about it, if you want. I don’t mind,” he offered an encouraging smile, hoping that hid his anxiousness.

Percy chewed his lip again as they walked. They reached the end of the garden now, facing a large bush wall where rows and rows of different flowers popped out, and the two turned to face each other.

“Alright,” signed Percy, his eyes burning. “I will. I just...” he coughed. “I’m still angry. My world is still loose at the seams, threatening to tear at any minute. I’m still getting over the shock, and I still have to accept-“ Percy put his hands down, and clasped them to his sides.

Micky nodded as Percy’s face tightened, but he continued. “I still have to accept what he did.” Percy didn’t need to specify who he was. His father. “It feels like everything I’ve ever known has broken, shattered in front of me. Like I can’t trust anyone. And it will be a long time I get over it, I guess. But for now? I’m still lost.”

He walked slowly toward the wall at the end, his hand scraping through the bush delicately, as a dark melancholy overwhelmed the air.

“I’m sorry,” Micky signed, though the action felt useless, numb, and his throat felt dry.

“Don’t be.”

Micky sighed. He desperately wanted to wrap Percy up and to hide him, protect him from his own inner demons and from the horrors of the world.

If only it worked like that.

“None of this is your fault,” Micky signed desperately. “It’s completely understandable to feel like this.”

Percy looked at him again, raising an eyebrow. Micky mentally wished he was better at advice. The whole fiasco had only happened days ago. And, here Percy was, vulnerable for the first time that Micky could really see, and he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t magically take the burden off his shoulders. There was nowhere they could both just go and hide in. He wasn’t a knight in shining armour, ready to protect him. He was just Micky.

“And, I’m here for you,” continued Micky eventually. “You can always talk to me. I’ll be here for you. And I will help you. I promise.”

Percy walked away from the wall and towards him again, with a blank facial expression. Micky gulped but he continued. “Whatever you need me to do. To be there for you so you can talk it out. To distract you. To buy you Butterkist popcorn.... anything. Because, what has happened... you didn’t deserve it to happen to you. And I will keep helping you until you’re happy again. Me and Lola will help you to the very end.” He attempted a smile.

There was a long pause. Percy eventually smiled back, and Micky exhaled, relieved.

“Thank you,” signed Percy. “I appreciate that. I’m glad you can help me,” he paused. “And I’m glad I can be honest with you. So I will continue to be honest with you, too.”

Micky nodded in response.

“I’m not sure it’s that easy...” signed Percy, his facial expression hardening, though Micky could see the vulnerability etched in his eyes.

Percy fiddled with his bathrobe belt, before continuing to sign again. “This memory. I will get better, but never the same as I once was,” he rubbed his eyes. “And I’m trying to be happy, I really am,” he blinked quickly. Micky could almost swear he saw tears building up. Micky leaned closer and held his shoulders, as Percy sighed, his hands shaking. “And I’ll try harder. For you. But it’s difficult, because I wish things were just like how they were before-“ and before he could attempt to sign anything else, Percy’s face was leaning against his shoulder, breathing heavily, his hands moving its way onto his shoulders.

Micky hugged him, placing his hands on his back. He didn’t dare move, his heart aching for his best friend.

It was a while before Percy lifted his face again, and looked at him head on.

He had stopped crying, although fresh tears were still on his cheeks. Percy held his breath and stepped back a little.

“I’m sorry,” he signed, avoiding eye contact.

“No, it’s okay,” Micky signed. There was a pause before he continued. “Life might not go back to how it was. But things will get better from now. Things will improve. This is just a setback. I promise things will get better. But for now, you just need a distraction.

Percy exhaled again before laughing bitterly. “Then distract me,” he grinned, as if he was challenging him.

Micky wiped the tears off Percy’s face with his thumb, as he leaned closer. He stepped back again, but only to look at Percy right in the eyes, to take a deep breath, and sign “challenge accepted.”

And suddenly Micky was kissing him.

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Percy’s eyes widened as he felt his hands tremble, Micky kissing him softly, curiously. Percy placed his hands on his shoulders carefully. Micky gripped Percy’s bath robe belt and pulled him closer, as they both closed their eyes.

And suddenly, energy coursed through his body, through his veins. His heart beat against his rib cage furiously, and he thought it was going to shoot out at any given moment.

He forget everything: Leviathan, Hamelin Formula, even his father, as they kissed, and Percy felt like he was floating.

Until a fresh wave of horror set over him.

What was he doing?

He opened his eyes and abruptly stepped back.

“I’m sorry,” he signed quickly, his eyes big and his mouth wide open, as he ran off, back into the house, leaving Micky in the garden.

-: ✧ :-

Michael Tompkins, you are worse than a stickless lollipop.

Micky wore a permanent expression of horror as he lay in his cold bed. It was night now, 10pm, and he wished the ground would just swallow him up whole.

For the whole day, he had ignored what he had done, ignored Percy, ignored Lola, stayed in his room, and when he ever had to go out, he had lurked the house like a silent ghost. He acted like he hadn’t done nor remembered anything.

But he remembered what he had done alright.

He remembered a kiss, his lips against Percy’s, as soft and light as a feather.

Why did he do that? Why? Why? Why?

One minute, he’s trying to help his best friend, give him advice. Percy had been washed completely by the numbness of misery, of agony, of a sadness he could barely comprehend, inner demons constantly gnawing at his mind with no mercy.

The next minute, he was kissing him, as if nothing else mattered.

And under the guise that he was distracting Percy, instead of genuinely doing something that would help him, acting on his own selfish desires.

Yet worst of all, he still enjoyed it. Enjoyed kissing him.

He remembered the gentleness, the affection of it leaving him breathless and almost knocking him off his feet, making him feel like he was floating.

The way his body felt so light he thought he was going to melt.

He rubbed his hands over his face in shame, groaning.

You’ve ruined everything, Micky. Why did you have to kiss him?

But then, he sat up suddenly. An idea brewed in the corners of his mind.

But you can fix this... maybe?

He got up from his bed speedily and sat down at his desk and scrambled for a pen and paper, hurriedly opening drawers. He eventually found some lined paper under his books, and quickly grabbing a pen, he wrote rapidly.

Meet me in the gardens, nine in the morning. I will explain myself.

He was going to apologise. It was selfish of him, to do something so problematic, and he planned on dismissing the kiss and saying it meant nothing.

Since Percy clearly didn’t like him back, and he couldn’t do anything about it.

All you can do is help him, he thought to himself, hovering behind Percy’s door and pushing the note underneath it, taking deep breaths, his heart breaking slightly.

-: ✧ :-

Even though the sticky air was hot and humid, a cold chill went up Percy’s spine as he stood at the front of the garden, looking around nervously at the harmony of flowers.

He wrapped his arms around himself, not because it was cold, but to calm his nerves.

What did that note mean? What was Micky going to say?

His hand hovered above his lips, remembering the sensation, unsure what to think.

He squinted in the distance. He saw a figure in the distance and he felt himself exhale in relief, silly as it was.

Micky slowly walked towards him, his mouth in a thin line, and Percy felt his heart beat frantically.

“Finally,” Percy grinned.

“Percy,” Micky smiled, but it looked awfully sad. “I need to tell you something,”

Percy nodded.

“I’m sorry,” he signed. “You said ‘distract me’ and I took that too literally. We can pretend nothing happened, if you like, and it’s okay, and I’m sorry for doing it, so incredibly sorry. We can just talk about you and everything that’s happened, from now on, and the kiss doesn’t have to mean anything, as I said,” he signed rapidly, keeping eye contact.

When he finished, Percy felt his head thud and he felt like he had swallowed bile.

His body had previously buzzed with excitement, of curiosity, wondering what Micky had to say, tight with hopeful anticipation, but now he felt paralysed.

His bones ached, his heart had sunk. His hands were at his sides, dead, unable to move.

Percy desperately tried nodding. He only managed a single, quick one. He forced his hands to go up, they were as heavy as lead. He was about to bite his tongue and sign, “alright,” but his hands moved differently, as if he had no control over them. “I don’t mind if that kiss means something.”

Micky blinked repeatedly, his eyes fiery. “What?”

Percy took in a deep breath and closed his eyes. His hands moved to sign, individual hand movements explaining, telling the story of how he felt, something his brain didn’t know, only his heart knew.

“Yesterday, I’m going to be honest, I stopped kissing you because I was scared that it would ruin everything. That our friendship would be ruined. Because I’m not good enough for you.” He felt his throat go dry, yet he continued. “You’re so kind, you’re good to everyone. And understanding, I don’t need to explain what’s wrong, ever, you always just get it somehow. And, you’re really cute, you’re incredibly attractive - I always look like a middle aged man who’s been through three divorces. I can’t even sleep at night anymore because I’m so nervous after what happened. I’m a wreck. I’m broken. And scared. And I won’t be able to be good for you. And most importantly of all, you deserve better than me anyway,” he and shoved his hands into his pockets, balled them into fists as he dared to open his eyes.

Staring back at him, was Micky, those same wistful ocean blue eyes, but they were open wide. His mouth was open, he looked shell shocked.

“No...” Micky signed quickly. “No, no. You’re wrong. That’s not it at all,”

Percy raised an eyebrow. Micky continued.

“I thought you were too attractive for me. And you’re great. You care so much about everyone. You’re so smart. And brave, after everything- after everything that’s happened. If I went through the same thing I would have broken down.”

Percy laughed aloud, though there was no humour to it. “I’ve already have.”

“No- that’s the thing,” Micky walked closer towards him. “You talked about it. You asked for help. And now I know what to do. I will help you, Percy. As you have helped me my whole life. With talking to people, with drawing when were younger. Everything. You make my life better. And I will help you get through this.

Percy felt his fists loosen, his hard facial expression soften and melt. He was about to open his mouth wide open, but before he knew it, all of a sudden, they were kissing again

A warm feeling flooded through Percy’s chest in an instant. His body hummed with electricity, with heat.

Before, when Micky had said the kiss didn’t have to mean anything - as he said those words he felt like he had been pushed into a cold darkness for eternity, but as they kissed and Percy wrapped his hand around his neck, he felt like he had stepped into the sun again, embraced by warmth and into the healing sunlight.

It was the second kiss, and he still felt the same way.

Like there was a missing jigsaw piece that had been slotted into a hole in his heart he didn’t realise was there, as if Micky was a part of him.

They stopped kissing at the same time to look at each other, as Percy’s head ached.

“I’ll be yours,” Micky signed slowly. “As long as you let me. And we’ll help each other.

“And I will,” Percy signed quickly. “I let you. And we’ll be with each other. We’ll make this work,”

They blindly grabbed each other’s hands, squeezing tightly, a look of understanding passing between them, as they let go again and leaned in for another kiss.

We complete each other.

-: ✧ :-

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Ignore the messy lineart with Micky, my hand was hurting a lot.

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Golden light peaked through the translucent white curtains making Lottie’s peach bedding warmer than they are. Her curly hair had tangled into an unorganised blob that would inevitably be a nightmare to fix to the point she looked presentable. That’s what the first lesson of fencing resulted in. In addition to the absolute bird’s nest on her head, Lottie’s skin was coated in sweat, her clothes were crumpled, the minimal makeup that donned her face was nowhere to be seen and Lottie had no idea how Ellie’s dark makeup continued to stay in tact.

Ellie whistled as she and Lottie wandered down the sunset lit corridors of the castle before stopping abruptly. “Hey, do you wanna see something beautiful?” she asked, stretching her arms above her.

“Sure!” Lottie tensed as Ellie’s hands turned her to face a large mirror on the wall framed by intricately carved wood painted gold. A grin spread across the princess’ face as she moved out of frame and knelt down followed by jazz hands, the ‘idiopathic craniofacial erythema’ Binah had noted she suffered from became more prominent than usual.

“I wish you would stop sometimes…” the blue-eyed girl mumbled, awkwardly hugging herself and slouching.

“Only when you stop being cute and soft,” Ellie responded, draping an arm around Lottie’s soldiers and poking the girls cheek in unorganised patterns. “Also…” Lottie turned to face Ellie with confusion before a dull ache erupted in her bicep. “Pinch and a punch for the first day of the month.” Swiftly detaching herself from the blonde, she sprinted down the hall, doing the same to Jamie as he was passing by.

“Are you serious!” Jamie and Lottie exclaimed, chasing after her.

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On July 1, everyone will be posting their work using the tag #rwchgiftexchange2020 and tagging their secret santa!

If anyone has any questions or concerns, you can ask me anytime!

I’m so excited to see what you’ve all created for one another!

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Hello there! I’ve been bored and stuff and thought that doing a secret santa for the Rosewood Chronicles fandom would be fun. And then @holy-chocolate-biscuit said that maybe I should do one before December because it’s kinda far in the distance.

Anyway, here it is! I hope that people will sign up. This is my first time ever doing something like this in any of the fandoms that I’m in so this is new for me and I hope this works out.

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