#Alaric ( wardrobe )

[artificial-transmutations]

Replacing Prince Alaric

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"You can hardly be serious, your majesty!" Lord Darius Whitewell protested.

The king was looking down at him with a stern expression on his face. "I am most serious, Lord Whitewell. Even though I agree with you that prince Alaric's behavior was not tolerable, and I even agree with the punishment, the fact remains that the kingdom needs a prince."

Lord Whitewell stood in the middle of the throne room, surrounded by several ministers. He had been brought before the king for punishment, for cursing prince Alaric and turning him into a jester.

"So, for you, the situation is simple. Either you replace the prince, or you will be beheaded for bewitching royalty." The king continued.

"And if I choose to replace the prince, how would that even be possible?" Lord Whitewell asked. "I certainly possess the magic necessary to change the body and mind, but I cannot instill the intricate knowledge needed to be a fit ruler into a fool!"

"And that is why you will replace the prince yourself, Lord Whitewell. The choice is yours. Turn yourself into the prince or suffer the consequences of your actions."

Lord Whitewell looked around the room and saw all eyes on him, judging him. There was only one answer he could give.

"I accept," he said slowly.

"Then get to it immediately!" The king ordered.

"Right here and now?" Lord Whitewell said in surprise.

"What else did you think you were brought here for?" the king said angrily. "Your life depends on this, Lord Whitewell! No time like the present."

Lord Whitewell sighed. There was certainly no way out of this. He would have to pose as the prince for some time and would need to come up with a better solution later. With a bit of concentration, he summoned a ball of magic in his left palm and brought it to his heart. Immediately, the magic washed over him, starting to change him.

First, his hair turned a bright blond, similar to that of the late queen. He put his hand on his face, which was changing too. His cheekbones got more pronounced, his eyes greener. It was not perfect, but it was a close enough look to fool people who didn't look at him closely for more than a minute. His skin straightened up and cleaned, which gave him a youthful appearance and hid the scars that years of experience had left on his skin. He felt his body growing as he continued the process, becoming more fit and well-shaped. At the same time, his height decreased somewhat, until he matched the height that prince Alaric had before he became a fool.

Inside his robes, he felt his privates stir - a feeling that had become rarer with each passing year. But now the virility of youth returned to him. Prince Alaric had counted twenty summers, so the body Lord Whitewell was changing into was in his prime of masculinity. He felt his cock hardening slightly as he thought about the possibilities this body gave him in bed.

Finally, he opened his eyes again. The room around him looked the same, but he knew he looked the same as the prince.

"Your majesty, I present you prince Alaric Thornehart," he said and gave a low bow.

"Only better behaved", the king said in a satisfied voice and dismissed him with a wave of the hand.

As Lord Whitewell made his way out of the throne room, he felt strangely proud and satisfied with his new body. Initially, he didn't want to become the prince, but he had to admit it had its perks. Prince Alaric was certainly handsome and fit and being a member of royalty had certain perks as well.

The first thing he had to do now was to change his clothes. He could hardly walk around in some old man's robes. With a shrug, he did not return to his own quarters but to those of prince Alaric. For everyone who did not see the events, he *was* prince Alaric now, so why should he not use the proper wardrobe?

When he arrived at the room, he disrobed immediately and regarded himself in the big full length mirror. What a body! A nice set of muscles on his arms, his chest and his back. A well-toned abdomen. He admired the view for a while, running a hand across his body and feeling how different his touch was to that of an old man. Without further thought, his wandering hand reached his manhood, stroking it lightly. The touch alone brought a slight flush to his cheeks and he could feel himself harden under his own hand. His eyes grew dark with lust, and he began stroking himself slowly.

Suddenly, he heard a high pitched gasp. When he turned around, he saw one of the maids who had come into his room to clean up and had seen him stroke his royal meat.

Lord Thorn... no, Lord Whitewell was conflicted. His first impulse was to be ashamed, cover himself and hope that the maid hadn't seen too much. It was quickly replaced by a second impulse that his throbbing manhood seemed to dictate: Take advantage of the situation and lay the maid right here and now. To the advisors surprise and dismay however, the thought of fondling the full breasts of that women filled him only with abhor. And thus came a third impulse, the one that the newly minted prince at once acted on:

"What are you staring at?" he said in an arrogant voice. "This is not for you! But quick, go and fetch Worric the stableman, I am in need of his immediate assistance!"

With those words, he shoved the maid towards the door, closed it and turned back towards the mirror. He quickly got dressed in some loose pants and threw on an open vest. He knew the stableman was well built and handsome, and today would be his lucky day. It was weird to think of men as he used to think about women, but this new urges were just too strong to resist.

It didn't take long until there was a knock on the door. When Darius Thornehart opened the door, Worric stood there in all his glory.

He was tall, strong and well-proportioned, and had a rugged look about him, similar to that of a soldier. His muscles strained against his clothes, and stubble framed his handsome face. Apparently, he came right from his workplace, since he was covered in sweat and did not wear any shirt. Alaric felt his stiff member throb at the sight.

"You requested my presence your grace?" the stableman said politely.

"Yes, come inside," Alaric said with an easy smile. "You're looking quite... sweaty today, Worric."

"Yes, your grace. The horses need some attention. Especially the stallions when it's breeding time," he said.

The prince nodded. "Yes, it is breeding time indeed. That is why you are here. Get in and close the door!"

With that, Alaric threw his vest on the bed and pushed down his pants. He was naked, but the stableman didn't seem to mind. The young man's eyes widened at the sight of the prince's manhood, which was straining to be set free. Alaric smiled and slowly stroked himself, making sure Worric saw all of it.

The stableman quickly approached him and got down on his knees. With his head low, he began kissing Alaric's leg and worked his way up to his inner thigh. Then he grabbed the prince's cock and took it into his mouth.

Alaric smiled down at him as he felt the stableman suck on his shaft, loving how warm and wet it felt. He placed a hand on Worric's head and began to move his hips lightly. He was fully erect now and was getting impatient.

"Stand up and get naked", Alaric ordered.

As Worric stood up, Alaric grabbed his pants and threw them to the side, followed by the man's shirt, leaving him completely naked. His muscular chest and abs were gleaming with sweat, and his bulging member pointed up in the air like a mast.

"Bend over, peasant!" Alaric said as he pushed the man towards his bed. The stableman obliged immediately, leaning over the edge of the bed and sticking his ass out in front of Alaric. He quickly grabbed the stableman’s cheeks and pulled them apart to reveal his virgin hole. Alaric wasted no time and thrust himself into his target with no further warning.

Worric let out a high pitched moan as the cock of his prince filled his ass for the first time. Alaric moved his hips back and forth, enjoying how tight the stableman’s ass felt. The man's hole was so hot, he could barely think. He felt like his whole body was on fire and it was almost impossible not to let loose. He kept going, slamming himself in and out of the man's ass, who just moaned with pleasure.

Finally, he reached his peak. With a few final thrusts, he felt his orgasm coming and slammed himself deep into the man's ass, causing Worric to cum as well.

"Yes! Fill me!" he cried out.

"You filthy animal", Alaric said and gave the man's ass a playful slap. "Now go to your work and be grateful for having received my cock!"

The stableman nodded, picked up his pants and shirt and left the room. Alaric laid back on his bed and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath. He has been mistaken: Being the prince would be most enjoyable indeed. Prince Alaric could hardly remember having been anyone else anymore.

[junipercreeps]

I sat cross-legged in front of the mirror of my wide-open wardrobe. My bathrobe hung loosely over my shoulders, and in front of me lay the empty packaging of a headache tablet I had borrowed from the room next door. The girl had eyed me sceptically and asked which dorm I came from – when I told her I had moved in right next to her, she seemed quite surprised.

June, the Invisible.

That's what Grace used to call me. Grace, the one the student mentioned who was supposed to ask me those horribly intimate questions. My former best friend. The person I used to confide in about everything until I turned seventeen.

Grace Gilbert.

I examined my reflection in the half-darkness. My knees peeked out from under the bathrobe; they were scratched, and bruises were slowly forming on my skin. Exactly where I had been bumped or lay on the hard stone.

My jogging clothes lay in a small pile next to me. I looked down at them wearily and felt an overwhelming urge to cry. This powerlessness. The way they just kidnapped me and asked me these questions. Why did I always trade one horror for another? When would it finally end?

I was cold, but I wasn't trembling. I stuffed my dirty clothes into a laundry bag and sat back on my bed. I wouldn't have gotten much further over the next few minutes if it hadn't been for a soft knock on my door.

Out of reflex, I slipped my arms into my bathrobe and tied it tightly around my naked body. I looked sceptically at the door, but when it knocked again, I finally got up and stopped just short of the door handle. My hand was only a few millimetres away. My heart was pounding like crazy, and that was after I had successfully calmed myself down over the past few hours.

"Who's there?" I asked, pressing my ear close to the door, curious about who would come to my room so late at night. After all, no one here knew me.

"Alaric."

The name meant nothing to me.

"I don't know you," I said a bit louder.

"You don't know anyone. I'm here to check on you. Audrey sent me."

My heart sank into my stomach. Samuin. Couldn't they just leave me alone for tonight? I put my cold hand on the door handle and opened my bedroom door just a crack.

Standing outside my door was a young man, probably almost six feet tall, with black hair. He looked like a typical heartthrob to me. Someone I had often seen at polo tournaments.

He examined me closely. From my hairline down to my toes, but he didn't enter my room without permission, although he took a cursory glance into the darkness from where I had just come.

"You look terrible," he said quietly.

"You're the guy from the ritual," I replied, ignoring his comment. He was the one who had asked me the three questions. I would never forget that voice. "We don't discuss Samuin publicly."

"Ah, I see," I replied.

He chuckled and reached into his pocket. In the hand he extended to me, there was a single tablet, still in its small blister pack.

"For the headache," he said when I hesitated to take the medication. This time, I scrutinized him. His dark hair and eyelashes, his bright blue eyes, and the expensive clothing he wore. Even though he appeared casual, I recognized every brand.

On one of his fingers, I noticed the underside of a silver ring. I placed my hand on his and, instead of taking the tablet, I held his hand firmly and turned it over with my palm.

With his hand now on top, I looked directly at the signet ring he was wearing. A rune and an ornate B – almost like an old coat of arms.

"Blyton," he said, unasked, and I nodded as I slowly withdrew my fingers from beneath his, now inspecting the tablet.

"Tramadol?" I asked in disbelief.

"Probably works better than your aspirin, right?"

Of course, he knew that too. I didn't give him an answer but was immediately distracted when a door across from my room opened; a girl gently pushed another girl out, both grinning. They winked at us while they shared a goodnight kiss.

As I waited for the girls to finish, Alaric continued to scrutinize me. "Can I come in?"

My attention returned to him.

"No," I said immediately and gripped the door handle tightly.

"Too bad. We'll see each other in the coming days, June. Good night."

And just like that, Alaric left. I glanced at the girls one last time, who were still busy, and then quickly closed my door.

My heart was pounding, along with the pain in my head. What had my parents gotten me into here?

When I took the tablet to the bathroom, I briefly considered not taking it. But I really wanted to sleep and knew the headache probably wouldn't let me rest. So, I removed it from the blister pack, placed it on my tongue, and took a sip of water straight from the tap.

I hadn't turned on the light in the bathroom, and when I looked up again, directly into the mirror above my sink, I nearly screamed in shock.

In front of me wasn't my completely drained reflection; instead, I saw the outlines of an old woman with a contorted face.

June.

I stumbled backward and practically slammed my hands on the light switch. My mirror was empty; there was no woman to be seen. When I carefully stepped back in front of my sink, I was only me.

My wide brown eyes, which were now wide in fear. My deep, dark eye bags and my still-wet hair from my shower earlier.

June.

I flinched at the sound of my name, my hands tingling, and I looked down at them. But those weren't my hands. They were the hands of an old woman, scarred and wrinkled. Tattooed with runes and symbols from another time. The skin was dry and cracked. There was blood on her fingers.

And then I couldn't hold it back any longer. I screamed.

[baileyblues]

Chapter 1: Move-in Day

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Day 1

Date: August 17th

Weather: Sunny and warm

Move in day

Move-in day is two days before the first day of school. It allows students to get used to the layout of the school and make some friends.

[Venus POV, 9:30 AM]

Standing in the doorway of her bedroom, or what would be her bedroom for the next 10 months, Venus felt excited. After all, she was an aid to the Archduke of the Student Council now, which meant she had more power than before. Something even better is that she wouldn't have to deal with the boorish half-orc whom she had been forced to partner up with since her first year at Oakenshield Academy. She shuttered thinking about him… She would avoid him at all costs this year. No matter what, she would never be in the same room as him! Taking off her cardigan and rolling up her sleeves, she started to get to work unpacking the things she brought with her. It would be 2 more days until her maid could enter the Academy, so Venus was left to fend for herself. Softly humming to herself, she opened a box full of her favorite books that she could use to keep herself entertained during the hellish High Council meetings. She glanced at the clock which said 9:14 AM. She was making good progress.

After putting away her books, she turned her focus to her wardrobe and started to sort through it– first putting her uniforms based on the season, how often she would wear them, their color, and their length. Second, she turned to her casual outfits once again and sorted through them by the same criteria. After finishing that she reached for her formal outfits– Venus hoped that she would get to wear the dresses she had gotten tailor-made for herself. Standing back with her hands on her hips, she grinned and admired her hard work. Her room looked a million times better than before. Venus had to give her dad credit for suggesting an earthy color scheme, as her room now looked almost identical to her room at her home manor.

Going over to the bay window, she pushed open the windows to let some sunlight into her room. As she did, a soft gust of wind ruffled her bangs and loosened the braids she had done. Propping her elbows on the windowsill, she let out a soft huff, letting her body rest from the hard labor she had just done. The view outside her dorm was a nice one– she had a clear view of the middle courtyard, the greenhouse, and Erua Lake. Venus could even see a few first years hanging out and having what seemed to be a small picnic. Resting her head on her arm, she started to fall asleep. However, before she could close her eyes and have a peaceful mid-day nap, she heard a knock on her door. Wrinkles appeared on her closed eyelids as she tried to ignore the sound and get some rest, but it didn't work as the knocking only got louder. "I'm coming!" She snapped at the door whilst quickly stomping there and abruptly opening it to see a certain Demon Archduke.

"Oh?" she said, curious as to why he was at her door. Before she could utter another word, the demon cut her off.

"Are you coming to the meeting?" he said, without blinking.

"Yeah? I mean I don't have a choice, it's mand-" She started, though was cut off again.

"Okay," He gave a quick nod and left as soon as he came.

"Rude much?" she muttered, staring at where he came from. Venus quickly started to think of ways to get back at him. While lost in thought, she remembered she had to collect a few documents from the library. Popping back into her room, she grabbed her key, put on her cardigan, and rushed to the library. Maybe she could find a few people to tease on the way...

[Alaric POV, 9:20 AM]

The Council room was dead on account of Alaric being the only one there. The Barons and Baroness had done their job well setting it up. The room looked more homey and cozy than last year. Walking to his desk, he saw a small pile of papers. Picking them up, he started to scan through it, quickly realizing it was the list of Council members, and catching a few familiar faces made him feel... nostalgic? Is that what humans call it? He made a quick mental note to talk to Lucy about the feeling. The door creaked as it opened to reveal Lucy with what seemed to be a first-year trailing behind her. "Hello there.." He greeted, softly putting the papers he had been holding down onto the table and turning to face the pair.

"Hello Ala!– Meet my new first year and a new baroness," Lucy said in a sing-song voice, gliding across the room to her desk.

"Being a first-year means that she's new, meaning you don't have to say 'new first year,” Alaric said, going back to his nit-picky roots which he soon regretted as he saw the way Lucy's eyes shimmered and how her lips tugged into a cunning smile.

"Do me a favor, won't you? Go ask Venus if she's coming to the meeting." Ah, so she was using that against him.

"I would love to go and ask, but I fear I am busy," He fired back, gesturing to the stack of papers at his desk.

Lucky nodded her head while letting out a fake sigh, "Well...I guess I'll have to go and see her… and maybe I should show her a few baby portraits of our most wonderful Archduke, hm?" She teased, holding up a collection of Alaric’s baby pictures.

Accepting his defeat, Alaric dragged his feet to the door and left quietly without a goodbye. He had already memorized where all the Council members were located in case of emergency. Approaching Venus's door, he gave a soft knock and waited for a while... Getting important, he started to knock harder until the door was thrust open from the inside by a green-haired elf and fae hybrid.

"Hm?" she hummed, not expecting Alaric to be the one knocking.

Trying to move along as quickly as possible, he asked her: "Are you coming to the meeting?" He started, focusing on how her nose scrunched up, she was annoyed.. Next time he would start with a greeting so at least Venus wouldn’t get so mad.

"Yeah? I mean I don't have a choice it's mand-" Venus started to say, though Aleric finished the conversation for her.

"Okay." He nodded and turned on his heel, not waiting for a reply. His gloved left hand reached up to his face– he could feel his temperature rise. Thank god he hadn't stayed any longer or else he would have definitely made a fool of himself. He focused on calming himself down while going back to the Council room.

[Bailey POV, 9:30 AM] Bailey sighed in relief as she finally finished unpacking all of the items she brought with her. She remembered her mentors telling her how important it was to keep everything organized so an accident doesn't happen. Bailey suddenly perked up. Since she was already finished unpacking everything, why not give her mentors a call? She took her crystal ball from the shelf she had put it on previously and started to cast a spell. The ball glowed for a bit before revealing a landscape of a swamp. Bailey smiled, knowing that her call was accepted.

"Ah, Bailey! Have you finished unpacking everything?" One of her mentors, Heather asked. "Yup! And I remembered that you and Master said to organize everything!" Bailey proudly cheered. Although Bailey was unable to see her Mentor due to the restriction of the magic ball, she knew that she was smiling.

"That's good. I'm very happy that you updated me with a call. Elementa is out gathering herbs at the moment. When she gets back, I'll send you some of the new ingredients we found on our expeditions."

Bailey’s eyes lit up in excitement, "Thank you, Master!" Heather hummed, "It's not a big deal, sweetheart. Remember to go and stretch your legs. I know you've been here before but you still should look around and get used to how things feel."

"Ah! Of course! I know you're busy so I'll leave you to your things!" "Alright then. Stay safe." With that, Bailey smiled and ended the call with another spell. Bailey put her crystal ball back on her shelf, grabbed her dorm keys off of her nightstand, and made her way to the door. She went out of her dorm room, wondering where she should go first.

Making sure she locked it right, she smiled and plopped her keys onto her wrist, since she made it into a bracelet to carry it easier. Since she volunteered here last summer, she knows the basic layout of the academy. She took a quick stroll around the dorms before deciding that she was bored and went somewhere else to satisfy her exploration urges. After what seemed like an eternity walking around, she finally reached the outside of the building. She took a breath of fresh air and found a little path she could walk on. The grass was fresh, and even the flowers were blooming, despite it being August already. She took a nice walk around the school, looking at the different types of plants that grew there. She was amazed at the diversity of plants that were grown, even some that she had never seen before! She took out her phone and took a few pictures of them for future research.

She was already excited about starting school, and this just added more excitement to her! Bailey was amazed by just how big the school was as she walked around. Maybe she should talk to other people and make new friends! She always loved meeting new people and discussing interesting things! She also heard that there was a student council, and thought that was very cool. She happily walked around outside before deciding to go back into the building and see what other places there were.

'I can't wait to start school!' Bailey excitedly thought. Although she was a first-year student, she already had a lot of extensive knowledge about some concepts, such as astrology. She hoped that people would like her, and hopefully, she could have a good first year at Oakshield Academy!

[Alaric (& Bailey) POV, 10:00 AM]

 As Alaric walked through the halls, he noticed a blue-haired witch out of the corner of his eye. Stopping for a moment, he wondered where he had seen her before. Recalling his memories, he realized that she was the Flower of Society. He had seen her before, last summer if he wasn’t mistaken. She looked to be a first year based on her uniform. Deciding to introduce himself to her, Alaric made his way to Bailey until he was close enough to strike up a conversation.

“Hello there,” He said, trying for a friendly smile just as Lucy had taught him.

As Bailey walked through the halls looking around, she noticed a demon walking towards her. Although she didn't know who he was, she felt that he was powerful based on his aura, but he had no malicious intent towards her.

"Hello there," the demon said to Bailey, smiling.

"Ah! Hi there!" Bailey happily greeted back. Someone from the school is talking to her! 

"My name's Bailey! I'm a first-year who volunteered here last summer!" She said, smiling at the demon. "What's your name?" Bailey politely asked.

“I’m Alaric Regulus-Emir Andras, the Archduke of the High Council and a third year. Please pardon my rudeness, but you are the flower, are you not?” He tried his hardest to ask as casually as possible, not wanting to be rude. He guessed his smile had worked because Bailey didn’t have the same reaction as Lucy when he did it to her. 

"Ah! It's so nice to meet you, Alaric!" Bailey excitedly replied.

'Wow, I can't believe I met someone from the council!" Bailey excitedly whispered to herself. "Although.. I'm not sure why you're referring to me as a flower. Is it some sort of position?" Bailey wondered out loud.

“Uhm..yes?” Alaric answered, confused. “There hasn't been a flower for 50 years, so that may be why you’ve never heard of it…”

‘It’s weird she wasn’t informed of her role despite it being a high position.. I should talk to Lucy and the head about this,’ Alaric thought, making a mental note to ask Lucy and the headmistress about this issue.

Bailey was amazed, and Alaric probably saw the expression she made. "Really?? No wonder why I haven't heard of it before!" Bailey didn't know what to say, but she guessed that being a Flower was a good thing since there hadn't been one in 50 years. Alaric seemed to be thinking of something, though Bailey didn't pay any mind to it. 'School hasn't even started and I've already made a new friend!' Bailey happily thought, smiling to herself.

“Since you aren’t informed of the roles of a Flower, should I explain it to you?” Alaric felt sympathetic to the girl since she had been placed in a position of high standing without knowing anything about it.

"Really? Thank you so much! I'd love to know more about it!" Bailey excitedly replied, her eyes sparkling with joy. She was pretty curious about how she managed to acquire a role that hadn't been around for 50 years. 'This could be an opportunity to learn more about the school!' Bailey thought.

“The Flower of Society is a title given to one of the most influential students in Oakenshield Academy’s history. Students who have received this title executed their roles so well that the Headmaster recognizes their achievements and contributions to the school. They will receive a reward for their efforts at their graduation party, and will be eligible to receive public support from the school should anything scandalous happen to them. Not every year or even generation has them,” Alaric explained, directly quoting from the school’s guidebook.

Bailey was beyond amazed. As far as she knows, she barely knew anyone around the school, so she was quite surprised to hear that she was apparently one of the most influential ‘student’ at the academy! "Woah!- that's a lot of perks! No wonder it's so rare.." Bailey replied in awe. "You're really unknowledgeable!" She complimented Alaric.

"If the Flower isn't around every generation, then how does the school know who's the most influential? Are they chosen by the school? I've only volunteered here last summer and I barely know anyone..." Bailey asked, muttering the last part to herself. Although she didn't understand completely, it sounded like a huge responsibility! And she wasn’t even a student yet!

“If I were to guess, relationships most likely played a huge role in this. If your family or someone you know has a lot of influence, they could have talked to the head about you being the flower. If I may, I ask her about it for you,” Alaric offered. Even if Bailey said she didn’t want him to ask, he would ask on his own. “I should mention the flower works closely with the Council, so if you need any help with anything feel free to stop by,” Alaric offered.

‘It would be unwise of me to let this opportunity go by, as  connections are important after all,” he thought to himself.

Bailey perked up. "I'd really appreciate it if you could ask for me! I don't know much about the school and that'll be a good opportunity for me to learn the important things!" Bailey gratefully replied.

'Huh, so the Flower works with the council?' Bailey thought. "Thank you so much for the offer!" Bailey happily said. "I'll be sure to stop by sometime if you ever need my help!"

Bailey's eyes were sparkling with joy as she said that. The student council sounds like a difficult job, so she wants to help Alaric if she can since he was the one who told her more about the school!

Alaric nodded his head as he wasn't quite sure if the conversation had ended or was still going, so he decided to add in a final thing.

"In case I am not at my desk, the other members can also be of service to you so feel free to ask them as well– it can also be a way to make influential friends,"He offered again, seeing how happy Bailey was at his previous response.

"Ah! Thank you so much for telling me this!" Bailey replied, practically shining like a sun. Bailey perked up at the thought of making new friends. "I'll be sure to go talk with the other members when I have time!" Bailey smiled.

"I hope you make many friends, Bailey. I apologize on this sudden note, but I must be going now," Alaric said, realizing he might be late to the first council meeting of the year if he stayed to socialize any longer.

"I understand! You must be busy and probably have to take care of a lot of things from the Council!" Bailey hurriedly replied.

"I won't take up more of your time now!" Bailey said, starting to walk away.

Alaric didn't waste any time and he quickly made his way to the Council room. Thankfully, he wasn't late for the meeting. Glancing around the room he noticed Venus wasn't there yet. Feeling disappointed, he inched towards his desk and wrote down the questions he had to ask.

The meeting went by quickly as only one-third of the Council attended. Alaric had asked about Bailey's situation and had been informed that because of her unique upbringing and the connections she had with the Headmiss, she had been awarded the title. Looking out the window, Alaric sighed and looked back at the batch of papers sitting on his desk. Today was going to be rough…

(Bailey POV 10:24 AM)

As Bailey walked away from Alaric, she happily thought to herself, 'What a successful day! I managed to make a new friend who's also from the council!' As she walked around the halls, she had a sudden thought to go check out some of the rooms where classes are held. Seeing as she has to take them soon, it'll be good for her to know where they are.

Luckily, Bailey grabbed a hand copy of the map of Oakshield Academy and followed it as a guide to navigate the school. She first looked at her schedule and located the room she was supposed to go to for her first class. 'Ah, Flower Language! Sounds interesting! Let's see... it's right... here!' Bailey smiled as she found the room and where she was in the halls.

She followed the map and quickly found the room she was looking for. Bailey glanced at the sign in front of the room, 'Yup. Flower Language.' After making sure she was in the right place, she stepped inside the class and did a quick scan of her surroundings. 

Bailey looked at the setup of the chairs as well as the decoration on the walls. There didn't seem to be anything special about the room as it was just a plain classroom. There wasn't anyone in the room, so she decided to leave. Instead of checking out her other classes, Bailey thought it might be better to go somewhere where her classes won't be, since she's going to know how to get to her classes sooner or later.

The school was very big, and there were lots of exciting places she wanted to check out! As she looked at the map again, a certain location caught her eye. She always loved reading books when she was younger and was always excited to discover new things! Plus, the library seemed like a good place to start exploring! She had a hunch she would be in there a lot so might as well see what it's like first!

[Mac POV, 7:26 AM]

As Mac stood at the door to their dorm room for a while, they thought to themself, “This will be a new year, it won’t be like last year no matter what!” There won’t be that pervert together with her like last time trying to get her to have sex with her... As they walked into the room, Nan pointed out how roomy the area was even having two beds available. “Ah,” Mac said pridefully; “it must be because the school knows you will need your bed when you become a great spirit! … Nan?”

As Nan gave Mac the silent treatment, they flew towards the boxes in the middle of the room. Mac remembered that they would have to unbox all of their possessions. After 2 hours, Mac finally unpacked everything. The music player, the many precious rewards of being a mercenary, their clothes, other random stuff, and the most important… a hammock of Nan! After sitting in their bed, Mac remembered that they needed to fill out a form to the council for both the men and women’s uniforms. As they got up and walked towards the door, the door was opened. Mac saw a human standing there with her bags.

Startled, Mac jumped and yelled at the said human, “What are you doing here?!? Ah, wait-” Mac clears her throat.

“Human! It appears that you accidentally walked into my room, or perhaps you came to see my magical audio conjurer?” Mac says to the human, pointing to their normal music player.

“If you are lost, I could spend time out of my day to help find your dorm?” They said with a small blush on their face from embarrassment.

[Ludynn (& Mac) POV, 9: 26 AM]

Ludynn sighed as she stood in front of her new dormitory, carrying two bags that contained her possessions. She just arrived at the school and she already wanted to go back to the forest.

‘It’s not like I belong here anyway,’ Lu thought to herself. Lu suddenly heard a whistling noise to her left and glanced in that direction. It was one of the ghosts that liked to follow her around. Well, at least she won’t be alone in a strange place filled with living people Well, not people exactly. Lu may not have been at the school very long, but so far she has not seen a single person that looked like her. The other students she had seen were elves and there was one who looked like a demon.

‘I don’t think I’ll be making friends in this school anytime soon…’ Lu gloomily thought. The ghost made a whistling noise again and wrapped itself around her right arm, comforting Lu.

 “Where did your twin go?” She asked the ghost, who shook its head since it had no clue.

“Hmm, well, we shouldn’t waste any more time standing out here..” Lu reached to open the dorm door only for it to open by itself and reveal an elven standing on the other side. The elven seemed to be startled by Ludynn standing in front of the dorm. 

“What are you doing here?!? Ah, wait-” The elven clears their throat.

“Human! It appears that you accidentally walked into my room, or perhaps you came to see my magical audio conjurer?” The other said to her and pointed at something in the room that Lu couldn’t see from the angle she was at.

“If you are lost, I could spend time out of my day to help find your dorm?” They awkwardly asked Lu.

Ludynn didn’t know how to respond to that. ‘Uhh, I’m pretty sure this is the right room.. Are they supposed to be my roommate??’

Lu reached into her back pocket to pull out her schedule to check the dorm number again.

“Um, I think this is supposed to be my dorm unless there is a mistake with my schedule..” She shyly said to the elven, completed with an awkward smile.

“Ah…well-” Mac looks back to see their belongings on both sides of the dorm..  “My mistake! Wait! But that means I have to– AND I JUST SPEND SO LONG PUTTING EVERYTHING UP!” They yelled into the air, looking dejected and falling to their knees dramatically putting their hands on their head. Nan bobbed around Mac’s head to tell them that the human was still standing there, though Mac didn’t acknowledge anything Nan said as they were busy being miserable.

Ludynn stood there as the elven fell to their knees with their hands on their head. She noticed a blue sphere bobbing around the other’s head.

‘I wonder what that is..’ Lu didn’t know how to respond to the situation. “Umm I’m sorry to intrude and you probably have already finished unpacking your things…” She trailed off and looked nervously at the ghost around her arm, unconsciously using her right hand to rub her left arm. Lu tried to quickly think of something to ease the awkwardness of the interaction but came up with nothing.

Lu ultimately decided ‘Maybe there is a mistake with which dorm I’m supposed to be in!’

After Nan aggressively bonked Mac, they realized what they were doing and immediately got up and turned to face the human.

“I’m so sorry! I thought I had a dorm by myself and I ended up setting up some of my stuff over there– I never looked to see if I was rooming with anyone else.. I-I’ll clean it up right away!” Mac said, with their glasses messed up while bowing to the girl. After getting up and fixing their glasses, Mac spoke again with a much bigger blush on their face and a crooked smile, “ Umm... My name is Mac… nice to meet you?”

“Oh! My name’s Ludynn, and it’s nice to meet you, Mac..” Lu smiled at Mac, feeling the nervousness she once had ebbing a little as she started to be acquainted with the other. 

“I thought I wouldn’t have a roommate either so I can help you move your things if you like..” Lu offered to Mac as she pushed a stray piece of hair from her face. They seem friendly..

“T-thanks..” ‘This human.. no– Ludynn didn’t yell at me!’ Mac thought with a slightly surprised face.

After regaining their composure, they said to Lu: “Well I saw you look at this guy, this spirit who hit me-,” Mac says, angrily looking at Nan, “–is Nan. He’s a pain sometimes, but otherwise he’s nice.”

As Mac finished speaking, Nan floated towards Ludynn and swirled around her head. “Well, I am perfectly fine all by myself, but if you want to be my new companion, you may help.” Mac said, going back to acting all prideful with a smirk on their face, while Nan somehow looked more disappointed in Mac, despite the fact that he doesn’t have a face.

Mac smirked at Ludynn as the blue sphere, Nan, floated towards Lu and swirled around her head. She giggled quietly as Mac agreed to let her help.

“Nan is cute.” She said, with wonder in her eyes. The ghost who was still around her right arm gave a jealous whistle and faded away to who knows where.

“Can I enter to put my stuff down and start helping you?” Ludynn asked, oblivious to Mac’s smirk.

Realizing Mac had been ignored in a way, they deflated. “Yeah, you can put your stuff down on the table in the middle..” Looking around, Mac realized how much stuff needed to be reorganized.

Realizing that Lu just ignored the first person she had been acquainted with for a very long time, she mentally kicked herself.

‘Lu you dummy! That’s not how you treat others! You’ll have to do better if you want to make friends..’ She entered the room and set her luggage where Mac told her to.

After that, Ludynn observed the room she was to be sharing with Mac. “Wow, it’s so nice and organized. I don’t have many things.. just clothes and some books so we don’t have to reorganize much. A-And you probably have somewhere to be so I don’t want to hold you back for too long!” Lu quickly added, so it doesn’t seem like she’s being rude.

“Well if there’s anything that you don’t mind on your side, we can just keep it there.” Mac said while starting to remove their extra items from the table next to Ludynn’s bed.

“I do happen to need to go somewhere relatively soon so I may leave before it’s all organized. If there’s anything that you don’t know where it goes, just put it on the bed okay?”

“Okay,” Lu answered, nodding her head in understanding. Eventually, the others left to go wherever they needed to go and Ludynn finished with the reorganization.

She only left a few things on Mac’s bed but everything else was where it needed to be. Lu started to unpack her luggage, putting away her extra clothes, setting her books on a shelf, and putting a blanket that she brought with her from the forest where she used to live.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Ludynn placed an old lantern next to the bed and conjured a small blue flame on her palm to light the candle inside the lantern.

“And now we’re done!” Lu silently congratulated herself on being able to unpack everything she needed in a short amount of time.

“I should change into my uniform since I can’t be walking around with this on. Maybe I should wear my mask too..” Lu muttered to herself.

After changing into her uniform, Ludynn left the dorms to find her classes around the school. ‘This school is really big! I hope I don’t get lost when classes start..’ Lu found her first few classes easily, and as she was searching for her Formal Dance class, she was startled by someone yelling, “YOU RAN INTO HIM!??”

Curious, she walked quietly towards the sound to see who yelled and saw a green-haired and blue-haired student chatting to each other. Ludynn had no idea what they were talking about, but the blue-hair seemed to be confused and the green-hair sounded like she was complaining.

‘Green hair must be a year older than me, though Blue hair looks like she might be my age. Maybe Green Hair is explaining something to Blue Hair? Another student approached the other two, this one had purple hair. Purple hair probably knows them. It’s not any of my concern cause I don’t know them so I should probably go before they see me watching them,’ Ludynn thought while watching the scene unfold in front of her eyes.

As Ludynn left, she heard the green-haired student yell something about someone eating a cookie with a fork and knife. Sounds interesting, I wanna try that!’

After leaving the dorm room, Mac started to head toward the student council room to submit her form to them. As they got to the council room, they saw that there was a meeting going on, so they decided to come back later. Mac decides to go to the cafeteria and grab some lunch while they have the chance.

‘I finally found it!’ Lu happily thought as she entered the room for dance class. The missing ghost from earlier joined her when she was still searching for this room and helped her find it (since it already explored most of the school). ‘Oh wow,’ Lu was in awe as she saw just how breathtaking the formal dance room was.

it looked so similar yet different compared to the one she had back home! The room had mirrors all around the walls and a chandelier in the middle surrounded by a mural. Walking into the room, Lu saw a music player. The ghost went to it and started looking through the small pile of music discs next to it. As Lu followed it, she started to see two ghosts, one male and the other female (probably students from the past), dancing in the middle of the classroom.

‘It must be a favored memory left behind by them,’ Ludynn figured. Sometimes when the ghosts of people leave this world, some of their most cherished or hurtful memories are left behind in the place where the memory took place. Her ghost companion whistled to her and was waving a music disc with a dull blue cover.

“What is it?” She asked as she took the disc into her hands.

“Oh, I remember this one.” It was one of her favorites that she used to dance to every time she had a chance back before the accident.

‘I think I remember how the dance goes..’ The music recorder started to play and her ghost companion took the form of the cousin Lu used to like to dance with. Lighting her hands with her blue flames, she started dancing, using her memory as a guide. After dancing for who knows how long, Lu glanced at a clock in the classroom, “Ah, it’s getting late!”

 Lu realized how much time had passed since she came to the classroom. The other two ghosts had faded away mid-way through her dance and her ghost companion was napping next to the music recorder. She returned the music disc to where it originally was on the pile, picked up her ghost companion, and left the classroom to return to her dorm.

[Venus POV, 9:50 AM]

Venus looked around the library in amazement. No matter how much time she spent in the hall, it never got old. The shelves seemed to be an endless sea of knowledge, the color scheme of the room didn't help either as it was a dark blue all around and the lights were a dim brown. She quickly glided to the center of the room information desk to pick up the papers she needed to get.

"Pleased to see you again Lady Alerion!" The Librarian greeted her with a warm smile.

"Hello again Miss. Dotts," Venus responded, giving a friendly smile. "Do you have any papers for me?" Venus asked, already knowing the answer.. but! What was wrong with cozying up to the staff every once in a while?

"I do," Mrs. Dotts said, fixing her cat eyeglasses on her face. She turned her back to Venus and reached for a thick stack of papers.

"As far as I know this is the updated list of all the students," Mrs.Dotts explained, sliding them on the table. "Before you go though– could I ask a favor from you?" Venus tilted her head to the side and thought for a bit before answering.

"Of course! A Council member must help those that need it at school, after all.”

 "Thank you! I wanted to ask if you could redo the night wall for me? I asked maintenance about it but they said they can only get there next month and I can't wait that long." Ms. Dotts explained. Venus nodded her head. The night wall was a wall that displayed the night sky at all times. Conveniently, it was right where the astronomy books were. As Venus made her way to the wall she started to brainstorm ways to fix it.

After working on the wall for who knows how long, Venus knew she was late for the council meeting, but at this point, she didn't care– the goddamn wall was finally fixed!. It had taken her so long, but she had done it. She had fixed the wall. Deciding to take a break, she laid down on the cool, wooden floor, staring up at the fake night sky. Still lying on the floor of the library, Venus closed her eyes and tried to take a well-needed nap.

[Bailey (& Venus) POV, 11:42 AM]

While trying to navigate to the library, Bailey thought it might be a good idea to look around and explore the school while she still has time, which is why she decided to take a huge detour to get the library. She picked up a snack from the cafeteria since she had a feeling she won't have enough time to get food once lunch starts. Bailey weaved through the halls and eventually found her way to the library. As she entered the building, she could feel its grandness. The shelves, no! The walls are filled with books from what she can see as she walks around. Bailey was absolutely in awe as she stepped closer to one of the 'walls' and examined the books closely. Despite the books being in the library for probably many many years, they were still kept in peak condition. Bailey looked around a bit more before making her way to the center of the room, where the librarian probably was. She slowed her pace and started to walk quieter as she got closer.

"Hello," Bailey softly said, not wanting to disturb the librarian too much.

"Oh, hello dear!" The librarian replied. "You can call me Ms. Dotts, I'm the librarian here."

"Ah, my name is Bailey! I came here to see what it's like here," Bailey quickly replied. Miss Dotts chucked at her response.

"You must be a new year, yes? It's no surprise that you'd want to be here- the library is one of the most exquisite places in the Academy! The library is quite big so be careful not to get lost. We're currently not accepting check-outs at the moment, so please don't take any books," Ms. Dotts explained.

Bailey listened to Ms. Dott's explanation and nodded. "Alright, I'll be careful here!" Bailey exclaimed.

"Shhh.." Bailey blushed and smiled sheepishly at her antics. Bailey said a quick thanks and was off to explore the library. As she looked around the sections, she noted that there was practically everything in here. The books ranged from Medical books to fighting styles, and there were some things Bailey had never heard of before! She glided across the floor and scanned the area for Astrology-related things.

As she was looking around, she noticed there was a wall that looked like the night sky. Feeling amazed, Bailey quickly made her way over to see what it was. As she walked closer and closer to the wall, she realized there was a green-haired girl who was lying down on the floor. Bailey slowed down and walked quieter before stopping a meter away from the girl. After quietly observing the girl for a few seconds, Bailey decided that she didn't want to disturb her too much, so she carefully walked around her and looked for the books instead. A few books caught her eye, and she immediately grabbed them from the shelf. She quietly sat down on the floor and began reading the books.

Venus found herself in an awkward position. She was still awake after all, and had been for a long time. She could get up and leave without question.. but then there was the possibility that she could run into the girl again. As she continued laying on the floor, she tried thinking of ways to get out of the situation without embarrassing herself. Then a sudden realization struck her.

“I MISSED THE COUNCIL MEETING!??”She yelled, and quickly shot up in a sitting position. Venus started to do the math in her head and yes– she had, in fact, missed the first meeting of the school year. As she panicked, she didn’t realize she was saying all of her thoughts out loud.

As Bailey was peacefully, and very much into the book she was reading, she suddenly heard a yell. Bailey yelped in response, very startled by the sudden change in the atmosphere, which caused her to almost drop her book. However, she was able to quickly catch it. The girl started to say her thoughts out loud, not realizing it. Bailey blinked at the girl.

'So she must be someone who's on the council..' Bailey thought. She was so indulged in reading she hadn't even noticed she'd been in the library for over an hour already. As the girl was saying things Bailey couldn’t understand, Bailey called out to the girl. "Hey!- Are you ok?" The girl didn't seem to hear her. Bailey got up and walked to her, kneeling in front of her. She waved her hand in front of the girl but still didn't get her attention. Although Bailey was very tempted to grab the girl's shoulders and shake her, she knew it wasn't very polite, and instead decided to scoot next to her and wait until she was done rambling.

Eventually, Venus stopped rambling and took a sigh. “Stupid Archduke distracting me like always..” Venus huffed before turning to the blue-haired girl next to her.

“Human, if someone screams their frustrations to the world, will they be okay?” Venus asked in a mocking tone before collecting herself.

“Anyways I will be okay once I punch that idiotic Archduke in the face!..” Venus muttered before laying down on the ground and looking to see the girl's face.

“I’m Venus Maeve Alerion by the way! The Marquess and aide to the Archduke.” She knew it was late for introductions, but she was too sleep-deprived and was going to deal with the consequences of her actions at a later date– preferably after she took a nice 15-hour nap.

Bailey was quite surprised that she knew Alaric, though she supposed it's pretty self-explanatory since she was in the council. Bailey was pretty relieved to know that Venus is alright, though... 'Why did she ask me that? Could it be stress?' Bailey didn't want to pry too much into why Venus asked her that question and instead introduced herself to Venus.

"My name's Bailey! I'm a first-year here at OakenShield Academy!" Bailey enthusiastically said. Bailey took note that Venus had eyebags and didn't seem to be listening.

"Um, sorry if I'm prying too much, but you seem a little tired. Are you sure you're ok?" Bailey asked, slightly tilting her head to the left. Although Venus spoke badly of Alaric, it was pretty clear that they had known each other for a long time. Her frustration must be related to him somehow. 'If someone screams their frustrations to the world, would they be ok?' Bailey pondered the question for a bit.

“Pleasure to meet you Bailey, and for the record, I am not okay because of Alaric who very rudely interrupted my afternoon nap and made it so I was late to the first council meeting!” Venus quickly changed from being polite to ranting out her frustrations.

“Hey… you the flower right?” Venus softly questioned Bailey.

Bailey was snapped out of her pondering when she heard Venus asking her a question. "Ah.." Bailey didn't know what to say to that. It was understandable that she was angry because she was unable to sleep. And to miss the first council meeting too…

"Huh? Yeah! That's me!" Bailey answered. "I suppose everyone in the council knows, right?" 

“Yup,” Venus replied, popping the ‘P’. “Good luck with that,” she mused, not sure where to take the conversation.

"Huh?" Bailey was confused. "Is being a Flower bad?" She asks, worried. She supposes that it's understandable since Alaric said it’s a high position, so it’s pretty likely that she'll have a lot of responsibility. 

Venus thought for a bit before answering, “It's not bad per se.. it's just stressful and annoying– I mean you do have to be perfect all the time and you can't make any mistakes or else you're out.” She sighed, getting bored of talking and wanting something fun to do.

"Oh... I see... I suppose that's a problem," Bailey answered, dejected. Bailey never liked being perfect, because well, what's the point of being perfect in everyone else's eyes? 

‘No one will ever be pleased at any action someone makes, so it's just better to not care about it too much.' Bailey thought.

"When you say 'you out,' do you mean that Flowers can be demoted?" Bailey decided that it was better to have more information at hand. Since school hasn't started yet, it'll be better for her to start thinking about her position a bit more. Based on Venus's reaction and what Alaric said, she wasn't informed of her role yet, but that also means only the council knows she's a Flower. "Also, does anyone else know about me being a Flower?" Bailey asks again.

“Yes and no. It's more so all the records of you being a Flower are erased and you just act like a normal student again, and as for who knows? It's just the staff and counselors for now,” she calmly replied.

"Ohh, I see." Bailey chose to not pry further because erasing records of someone being a Flower seemed like someone was trying to cover up something. Maybe that's why there hasn't been one for 50 years... Though, since no one else knows about her status, she's safe for now. But why only the staff are allowed to know about her status? This rule has to be implemented for a reason, meaning an accident has happened in the past, which could tie to why there hasn’t been a Flower for 50 years…

"Thank you for telling me all this!" Bailey cheerfully replied to Venus, covering up her previous expression of thinking.

'I should be careful... If anyone finds out my true identity, it'll be problematic. I guess I'll have to try to keep a distance from everyone from now on. And I can't easily trust what they say... AGHH THIS IS SO ANNOYING!! ' Bailey thought to herself, probably making a face.

“You weren’t notified?” Venus questioned, not paying attention to the strange face Bailey was making.

"Well, no one told me anything about it-" Bailey said, recalling what Alaric told her. "I only found out when I ran into Alaric today... I didn't even know there was such a role until he told me!"

“YOU RAN INTO HIM?” Venus half yelled half asked. “I need all the details right now.”

Bailey was shocked by Venus' yelling, though she replied, "I ran into him in the hallway when I was looking around... He kind of came up to me and then told me about being a Flower and some stuff about the council.." Bailey recalled.

Venus clicked her tongue, “And here I was thinking that I would get some gossip..” she huffed out in annoyance, “I hate him!– he's so annoying, and pushy, and stingy, and… just– rude!!” she complained, raising her voice, not caring if anyone could hear her.

Bailey was confused, though deducted that since Venus is a part of the council, she probably doesn't have much free time. As she listened to Venus's rant about Alaric, she was more and more convinced that Venus and Alaric had known each other for a while now. Based on how Venus is speaking, it seems that Venus understands Alaric, and maybe cares about him, to a certain degree..

[+ Emmitt POV, 12:03 PM]

As Emmitt walked through the library, he saw a particular sight of a fae complaining about the Archduke to a blue-haired human. Wanting to be of service, he approached the duo and asked them a question. “You two look confused, is there a book I can help you find? As the assistant librarian, I wouldn’t mind helping.””

Venus yanked Emmit down until he was sitting down with them and continued to complain. “He ate the cookie by cutting it with a fork and knife!”she yelled into the air, making various hand motions in the process.

"Ack!" Bailey yelped in surprise at Venus' action, trying not to get hit by Venus. Bailey continued to listen to Venus rambling while making sure the new person was okay. "Uhh, are you ok? You're not hurt, right?"

“I’m alright, but was the cookie at least of decent size?” The purple-haired boy started to question. “If so, it’s understandable to eat with a fork and knife,” He says nonchalantly,  trying to defend Alaric. Bailey sighed in relief that the person wasn't hurt.

“NO!!” Venus yelled, “IT WAS A FUCKING MINI COOKIE– So anyways, I was just doing my work like a normal person, and he just POPS UP BEHIND ME AND STARTS BOSSING ME AROUND!?!” Venus continued rambling about her frustrations to the other two sitting down.

Bailey's ears started to hurt from having to listen to Venus yell and shout, so she decided to move elsewhere to read her book, almost forgetting why she was in the library in the first place. Venus’ throat had started to hurt from yelling, so she stopped talking in order to not scream her lungs out.

“Venus, you really need to calm down. This is a library after all, and your throat will scar if you keep yelling like that,” Emmitt advised.

“Luckily there wasn’t anyone here except for us…” He muttered to himself, annoyed by Venus’ antics.

Venus glared daggers at him, but still took his advice and gave a quick nod.

Before Bailey got far from where she originally was, she remembered she has yet to introduce herself to the new person. With that in mind, Bailey started walking back towards the duo. Bailey saw the person scolding Venus and decided to wait patiently until they were finished so she could introduce herself.

“Ah, I apologize about the inconvenience, ma’am. Was there something else you needed?” Emmitt asked, noticing the blue-haired girl waiting on the side.

"Ah! You don’t have to call me ma’am or anything! I wanted to introduce myself to you, and I have a couple of questions I want to ask! My name is Bailey, and I’m a future first-year at Oakenshield! I hope we can get along well," Bailey enthusiastically said.

“Well then, welcome to Oakenshield Academy, Ms. Bailey. My name is Emmitt, I’m a third year and the assistant librarian here. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Emmitt introduced himself.

"It's great to meet you too, Emmitt! I have a couple of questions about the library if you don't mind.." Bailey shyly said.

“Ask away, I’ll answer to the best of my ability,” Emmitt gracefully replied.

Bailey beamed at Emmitt. "How big is the library? I've walked around here for a bit, and it seems big! Also, how many sections does it have? There's so many books here!" Bailey started to ramble a bit before catching herself and letting Emmitt speak.

“Oh, this old place? The library is partially entered within the fairy-world, so it could go on forever. Even I, who's been here for 3 years, haven’t explored all of it,” Emmit replied, glancing at the bookshelves in wonder.

"Woahh! That's amazing!!" Bailey's eyes were shining with excitement as she heard Emmitt’s answer. She couldn't wait to go exploring in the future!

“Also, you're technically not allowed to enter after 9 PM, but if you want–” Emmitt approached Bailey and whispered in her ear, “The door will be unlocked from 10 to 11 PM on the weekends, explore to your heart’s content if you wish. Just make sure this stays between you and me.” Emmitt stepped back and gave her a closed eyed smile.

Bailey’s eyes lit up in excitement. "Thank you so much!!" She was practically radiating light when she heard Emmitt say that she could explore the library. 'Ohh this is so exciting!!' Bailey thought to herself. "It was nice meeting you Emmitt!! I'm gonna go explore while I can!" Bailey said as she happily skipped away. 'I can't believe I made another friend today! I hope I'll be able to see him more often!' Bailey thought, scanning over the walls of the library.

Emmit got up from the floor and dusted his clothes off. He made his way to an area that needed to be dusted. “The first years are so energetic this year.. Let’s hope that lasts,” Emmitt said to no one in particular, thinking about the past first years he had seen before.

[Bailey POV, 12:52 PM]

Bailey walked around the library, full of enthusiasm. She doesn't know how long it's been since she was here, but she saw many different sections and read a couple of books that intrigued her. She was still in awe about the library, seeing that it was full of magic. She saw a section about stars and immediately went up to browse the books. Bailey picked out a bunch and made a pile next to where she will be sitting. She sat down and started to go through the books one by one, and put them back when she was done reading them and repeating the process. Bailey's been in the library for a long time.. probably... She doesn't know when she fell asleep reading, but she heard something calling her awake.

[Wisteria POV, 8:36 PM]

Wisteria is Bailey's fairytale and met her when she was young. They've been together for 8 years already, and fully trust each other. Wisteria felt Bailey's aura beam many times before, which meant that Bailey was very happy, and in turn, it made Wisteria happy as well. Wisteria stayed in her realm most of the time unless her Master called for her. She found it weird how after some time, her Master's aura was lowered and steadier, instead of beaming with light unlike before.

'Ah, it seems like Master has fallen asleep..' Although Wisteria didn't want to wake up Bailey, she heard from that boy, Emmitt, that the library closes at 9 PM. She automatically knows the time, due to it being a part of her skill, so she has no choice but to hop out of her pocket realm and wake up her Master so she doesn't get penalized. Wisteria opens a portal to the library right in front of Bailey. She floats towards her Master and gently touches her forehead with her hand.

[Bailey POV, 8:37 PM]

Yawn... Bailey didn't know what time it was, but she felt tired. She groggily rubbed her eyes to see Wisteria in front of her. Bailey blinks a few times. "You're awake, Master!" Wisteria says to Bailey, telepathically.

"Huh? What time is it.." Bailey starts to stand up and stretch her limbs. "It's currently 8:38 PM, Master!" Wisteria replies in Bailey's mind. Bailey lets the information process in her mind before suddenly freezing. "Ahh, it seems like I've slept for a long time!" Bailey starts picking the books off the ground and neatly puts them back where they are on the shelf. Yawn.. "Hmm.. I should get back to my dorm before the library closes," Bailey starts walking, before remembering how she'd gotten here. "Oh right, I was exploring the library then I fell asleep..." "Yes, that's right, Master!" Wisteria confirms. "Aagh! The library is so big! How will I find the entrance again.." Bailey moped. "There is a special seal in this library that will always allow you to walk back to the entrance of the library when you want!" Wisteria explains. "All you have to do is just trust your instincts and the magic will lead you back!" "So that's what I felt when I entered the library! It was that seal, right?" Bailey started walking again. "Yes!! The Masters will be proud of you for being able to perceive it!" Wisteria giggles. Bailey smiles. As Bailey gets closer to the original space, Wisteria goes back into her pocket realm. She quickly makes her way to the entrance and takes out her map to guide her back to the dorms.

[Emmitt (& Bailey) POV, 8:42 PM]

"Ah, I must’ve lost track of the time while reading my new books. It’s almost time to close down the library for the day."  As Emmitt finished putting the new books into the system, he heard a familiar set of footsteps by the main desk.

Bailey ponders if she should go say goodbye to Emmitt. It was him who helped her after all, and she'd feel bad if she left without saying anything to him. Just as she decides to go back to look for him, she hears a familiar voice.

"Miss Bailey, did you happen to forget something?” Emmitt questioned.

Bailey quickly turns around at the source of the voice. It was Emmitt! Bailey smiles at him. "Not at all! I just wanted to say goodbye to you! You helped me after all, and I'd feel bad if I just suddenly left without saying anything..." Bailey shyly said.

"It’s alright, my job is to help people within the library so I don’t mind.”

Bailey beamed at him. "Are you staying at the library for work?" Bailey asks. It was already getting dark, and she hoped that he would get some rest. Bailey knows it's not easy being a librarian, and Emmitt was a student too, and working at the library will increase his workload when school starts.

"I have to close up the library first, then clean up a little, and see if Alaric needs anything before I can grab a meal from the cafeteria before it closes for the night."  As Emmitt finishes his sentence, a library spirit comes up behind him and sits on his shoulder to whisper in his ear. “Oh, hmm..” Emmitt listens to the spirit speak. It turns out there was still a soul within the library.

Bailey listened to Emmitt's reply. Since there wasn’t anything she could do to help him, might as well leave him be so he can rest quicker. "Well, alright then! Remember to get lots of rest! I'll leave you to your things now!" Bailey replied, starting to walk away.

"Goodbye, Miss Bailey. I must go look for whoever is still within the library’s walls. I do hope you have a good rest of your night.” Emmitt says goodbye to Bailey and excuses himself to settle the matters at hand.

Bailey smiles and turns back to Emmitt. "Thank you, Emmitt! Have a good night as well!" With that being said, Bailey turns back around and starts heading towards the dorms.

"Now where are you, little rat?" As Emmit searched through the library, he was unable to find anyone. He knew he had to stop by the student council room to turn in some reports so he decided to let them go for today.

"I guess it wouldn’t be too bad if only one person stayed.” He muttered before going to the front desk again to lock up the library.

[Alaric POV, 8:55 PM]

As Alaric strode through the library, he came upon a particular sight. A green-haired fae curled up into a ball sleeping on the floor. The corner’s of his lips tugged up into an amused smile. 

“Now what do we have here?” He playfully murmured before couching down to admire her. Had it not been Venus who was sleeping, he would have woken them up. But since it had to be Venus and knowing how she felt about him, he decided to hold off on waking her up.

As the seconds ticked by, Alaric was debating what to do. While in thought, his gloved hand instinctively reached down to brush a few loose strands of hair from Venus’s face. As he admired her sleeping beauty, he came up with a solution. Gently picking Venus up in his arms, Alaric held his breath as she moved a bit in his grasp.

“Please forgive me for my rudeness..” He quietly whispered to Venus before carrying her to her room. He found her Fairytale waiting by the door, and quickly rushed to Venus’s side when she spotted Alaric. “Oh, that silly girl! Always falling asleep in strange places..” Flora, Venus’s fairytale, scolded the fae in Alaric’s arms before turning to him. “Although I am aware of how lady Venus feels about you…I do have to thank you for bringing her to her room safely.” The fairytale spoke in a soft voice, though Alaric knew she was grateful for his help.

Alaric gave her a soft smile. “It’s the duty of an Archduke to take care of his aide, no matter what said aide thinks of him,” he responded with a small chuckle. Flora let him into Venus’s dorm and Alaric gently placed the sleeping fae on her bed and quickly wished her a peaceful sleep. He said his thanks again, and left to the council room to finish up work for the night. ‘Hopefully Emmitt turned in the reports by now,’ Alaric thinks, then quickly gets back to his work.

[Bailey POV, 8:56 PM]

Bailey tried navigating across the halls as fast as possible, not wanting to be penalized for not staying up past the designated time. Although school hasn't started, she doesn't want to make this a habit of hers and end up getting kicked out. Then all of her mentors' work would have been for nothing!! She finally entered the dorm building and immediately started to head towards her room. After a while, she found it and quickly unlocked the door. As she entered, she felt the familiar presence of magic she put on her dorm to prevent intruders. This spell was also used in the hut she lived in with her mentors. She quickly locked the door behind her and plopped her keys on her nightstand. It was very late, but Bailey still wanted to change out of her clothing so she hurriedly threw on something comfy and plopped onto the bed. Not long after, she fell asleep, smiling as she dreamed of the good times to come.

[Mac POV, 12:00 PM]

Looking around at all the food options, they decided to just get a sandwich. After some time, they decided to go back to the student council to put in their form, but there was no one there. Dejected, Mac went back to their dorm, and stayed there until the morning came.

[dumpsterhipster]

I'm going to be a pain in the ass and ask for Camille for that character opinion ask uwu

lolololol ofc

first impression: omg he's pretty 👁️‍🗨️ 

impression now: he's pretty...AND EVIL

favourite moment: any moment where he FLOUNCES

idea for a story: okay so: arranged marriage with kirilee???

unpopular opinion: I don't think any of these exist, any camille opinion is a SEXY opinion

favourite relationship: I'm gonna be a basic bitch and say his one with Alaric/Alrek/whichever name he gets in that particular universe, it's just so FUN

favourite headcanon: he 'borrows' clothes from literally all his siblings and never gives them back. eventually his wardrobe swallows everyone else's, like a sartorial black hole

[westeroslive]

when  the  sun  rises  in  the  west,   the  gods  eyes  are  drawn.  may  the  seven  have  mercy  upon  you  as  we  welcome  you  to  court,   lady morwenna manderly, princess vaelena targaryen, lord gerion lannister, lord rickon stark !   now  a  victim  of  the  court,  the  bards  compare  your  beauty  to  natasha liu bordizzo, pâmela tomé, charles melton, alex hogh andersen  as  you  play  the  game  in  the  midst  of  seasoned  nobles.

behave  and  follow  the  queen's  word  written  in  our  checklist  and  submit  your  account  within  24  hours.  

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         natasha liu bordizzo,  29, cis woman,  she/her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  MORWENNA of  house MANDERLY   the  LADY  of  WHITE HARBOR.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  RESOURCEFUL  and  ENIGMATIC in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  sparring, the arts and sailing.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  cerulean and seafoam green locks twisting in the wind like waves in the sea, mermaid scales as tough as dragonbone and as sharp as valyrian steel, deeper mysteries behind sharp eyes, early mornings before the sun rises to take up the sword whether its the pen or otherwise, the smell of sandalwood and sea smoke.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE MANDERLY / THE NORTH.          (  ooc  :  eden,  29,  she/her,  est  )  - taking up alaric's betrothed wc

࣪𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         pâmela tomé,  26,  cis woman,  she/her.    announcing  the  arrival  of  VAELENA  of  house  TARGARYEN,  the  PRINCESS  of  WESTEROS.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  MATERNAL  and  OVERLY PROTECTIVE in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  horseback riding.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  the chorus of songbirds in the early morning hours, golden hair braided and cascading down one's back and the color of black and red taking up most of one's wardrobe.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  TARGARYENS.          (  ooc  :  nesta,  twenty5+,  she/her,  est  )

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         charles melton,  30,  cis man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  GERION  of  house  LANNISTER,  the  LORD  HEIR  of  LANNISPORT.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  CHARISMATIC  and  SELFISH  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  politics.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  cerulean waters crashing on rocky shores , fingers running through hair like silk , gold  embellished  armour  , knowing eyes that nothing gets past , hidden daggers , a pile of old parchments , secrets and feelings well-concealed , sleepless nights , the  calm  before  a  storm.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  LANNISTERS.          (  vivi  )

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         alex hogh andersen,  23,  cis man,  he/him.    announcing  the  arrival  of  RICKON  of  house  STARK,  the  LORD  of  WINTERFELL.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  LOYAL  and  TEMPERAMENTAL  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  horse back riding.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  war  drums  beating  in  the  distance, calloused  hands, crumbled up letters, a broken nose, unwavering pride, determination burning withing you, warming up by the fireplace .  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  THE  STARKS.          (  ooc  :  dee,  27,  she/her,  gmt+1  )

[kiss-my-freckle]

Elena Gilbert: Hi Alaric! I brought you some necessities! Like bourbon! And whiskey! And gin!

Alaric Saltzman: Thanks Elena! You’re the best!

Elena Gilbert: So are they really going to keep you in here until your evil alter ego, Evilaric Stabman, tells us where the Original Oak Slaughter Stake is?

Alaric Saltzman: Oh, I’m not in here because of all the murders. Damon and I are playing a … game.

Elena Gilbert: ?

Alaric Saltzman: The safe word is “banana”.

Elena Gilbert: !

Damon Salvatore: Okay, let me get this straight … you want me to take your girlfriend across the country and spend the night with her in a seedy motel where the only forms of entertainment are listening to people doing crack in the next room or trying to have sex loud enough to drown out the people doing crack in the next room, while you stay here and torture my best friend into revealing a bunch of secrets he doesn’t technically know?

Stefan Salvatore: Yep!

Damon Salvatore: Wow, this plane is terrible! You really are the old Stefan again!

Elena Gilbert: Okay guys, I’m ready to explore my unresolved feelings! Which one of you wants to wear the leather chaps and which one of you wants to get handcuffed?

Stefan Salvatore: …Be safe.

The Lady of the Manor: I see what you did there.

Elena Gilbert: Safe I’m always safe even if there’s no way Damon could get me pregnant who knows where his little vampire has been I’ll tell you every girl in Mystic Falls knows because it’s been inside them so of course I’m going to be safe no glove no love that’s what I always say!

The Lady of the Manor: …Yes, that is what you did there.

Damon Salvatore: Okay Stefan got to go have fun beating Alaric! Remember, the safe word is “banana”!

– Mystic Falls High – Decade Dance of Doom –

Caroline Forbes: Hi everyone! There sure is an awful lot of flapper regalia for a seventies-themed dance! What’s up with that?

Rebekah: Well they already spent a lot of money on my flashback wardrobe, and it would be a shame to waste it! Also I’m hoping that seeing me dressed like a booze running mol will make Stefan remember why he loved me! Also I hate your guts and will ruin any plan you make just to spite you.

Caroline Forbes: Matt, tell her we voted for a seventies theme!

Matt Donovan: Sorry, assuming her brother doesn’t crush my hand again, I think I have a really good shot at getting laid here

lmao!!

[dykesbites]

7,8,9,11 for oc asks pretty pleasies

7. do aesthetics matter to them when buying things? how much?

alaric: yes. aesthetics matter more than anything else. armand: he prefers simple, functional things, but can appreciate beauty. function is much more important but he won't buy anything ugly yk. cecilia: comfort and style are both important, she wont sacrifice one for the other. venus: comfort/functionality is important, but they're willing to buy things that aren't practical if they're beautiful. king of smiling through the worlds most gorgeous most painful shoes tiago: he's the type to google shit like "detectivecore" or "dark academia aesthetic" yuki: doesn't like buying stuff until he Absolutely has to. you can tear his janky earbuds from his cold dead hands

8. if yes to the above, what are their aesthetic sensibilities like? can they be easily defined (ie. any kind of -core aesthetic), or are they more eclectic?

alaric: cluttercore...think howl's bedroom. any shiny bits and bobs armand: if alaric is bratworth, armand is older edgeworth* cecilia: muted rainbow colors, kind of like the verge of summer into autumn. very cozy and warm. venus: like alaric but with more sophistication (lmao). alaric will pick up anything shiny but venus is pickier. yuki: kinda punk/grunge i guess? he's got a bit of a dirty racoon living in an alley look to him.

9. what color dominates their wardrobe, if any?

answered this for the vamps so i'll go with edulan and leteel<3

edulan: definitely shades of blue. blue is one of malea (his country)'s main colors. leteel: creamy white, with some pinks. elegant and timeless like herself.

11. are they picky about clothing textures? do they have a favorite type of fabric?

alaric: he's absolutely wasteful and likes all shiny things but he does have standards. he hates polyester/plasticy clothes with a burning passion. armand: hates wool but otherwise he's not picky. tiago: loves wool. he has a wool hat and a wool coat. also likes leathers. cecilia: likes richer, thicker materials like velvet, fur, wool, suede. venus: also hates polyester. big fan of silk and even bigger fan of embroidery and lace. yuki: not picky. usually wears cotton, denim, leather.

*images for reference.

alaric left (rookie prosecutor edgeworth) armand right (original trilogy edgeworth)

[emotionlcss]

﹝closed starter ⇾ @luhstories​ based on: in color - jamey johnson ﹞

it wasn’t often that alaric had found himself up in the attic of his house, it was where he had kept all of things from the years. photos of his family, old clothing, wardrobes, things he had saved since their passing and things he couldn’t see himself parting with. even with being immortal he hadn’t wanted to lose out on the memories of his loved ones. it wasn’t something he had shared with many people, but he’d trusted the other with the largest secret of his life - what he was, and they had taken to it pretty well. it was how he’d found himself sifting through old things in the attic with them that morning. ❝ pictures worth a thousand words. ❞ he spoke when he had noticed the other sorting through a few of his old family photos, tattered and worn, but it had been his childhood many, many years ago.

[acourtcfmuses]

Harriet Jones

[fawley-en-face]

☣

As long as they make you happy, I suppose the collars aren’t completely awful.

[wearethedescendants-a]

Alaric Pendragon, Son of King Arthur!

[cxrsedmoon]

αℓαяι¢ тαg ∂υмρ

[movedtovervainbrokemyheart]

alaric saltzman:  Cryptic question, accusatory tone, this doesn't bode well for me.

[mediocre-writerr]

don’t let me let you go [katherine pierce]

katherine pierce x fem reader

requested: Hi! Sorry, can I request a Katherine Pierce x Fem!Reader?

Maybe where reader is a powerful being, well since demons are real in that universe, maybe a fallen angel? Or something along those lines, and they met along somewhere where Kat was still on the run, so they like hooked up but Kat promises that they'll meet again soon and makes the reader promise that they should be safe as well?

And then years later they accidentally meet up at a party, started dating and Kat is actually soft when it comes to reader. Elena and the gang barge into Katherine and Reader doing something fluffy because they were actually hunting down Katherine since they think that Reader is her next victim or whatever.

Thank you in advance!

*not my gif*

So you left.

Katerina Petrova was how you knew her. Still know her at least, she hasn’t really left your mind since then.

And that was back in 1764.

You could feel what she was. She wasn’t human and her compelling tricks made no match for you. She was arrogant like most vampires were, but she slipped past all your defenses and fell in love with her, no matter how “wrong” it was back then.

“Lady Katerina Petrova, this is Lady Y/N Y/L/N. She’s the owner of the great estate. Her family actually passed recently in a terrible sunken ship, somehow Y/N survived.” one of your noblemen introduced the two of you, after you sensed she was a vampire.

She eyed you carefully and you just smiled at her. Before whispering a ‘thank you’ to the man. The two of you embarked into a formal conversation until you were the only ones left in the room.

“So what are you?” she asked, bluntly.

You chuckled softly, intrigued by the beautiful brunette, “You don’t skip the niceties now do you?” you asked.

“Niceties aren’t my thing,” she shrugged.

“Neither are they mine.”

You were snapped out of your vivid memory when Stefan waved his hand in front of you. You shook your head and he just laughed at you.

“I think they’re here.” he whispered. You and the rest of the gang were at Mystic Falls Grill waiting for Caroline to come back to introduce you to someone who has been blackmailing and torturing them for a couple years now.

You recently moved to Mystic Falls and Stefan felt how different you were compared to everyone else. So he confronted you just like every other supernatural you’ve met in the past how many years.

From there he introduced you to the rest of the gang: annoyingly arrogant, yet good looking brother Damon, pretty blonde Caroline, supernatural hunter, yet working with supernatural beings Alaric, selfless, doesnt get enough credit witch Bonnie, and lastly, the one who looked like a split image of the one who got away Elena.

They thought you’d be a great asset to them, seeing how you can see how/when someone dies and how any supernatural being can be killed. Just one of the perks of being a fallen angel. You reluctantly agreed to help them and they want to know your take on how to kill this person named Katherine Pierce.

You lifted up your head to see her. It wasn’t Elena, you knew that for a fact. Because Elena has been here the entire time. Her hair was in looser curls nowadays and her wardrobe certainly changed as well. But it suit her, the confident bold woman you knew, wearing a black leather jacket and jeans.

Her eyes landed on yours and she remained her natural composed self, “Katherine, this is Y/N Y/L/N, she just recently moved to Mystic Falls.”

“So what are you?” she asked, bluntly.

You chuckled softly, your first conversation popping back in your brain, “You don’t skip the niceties now do you?”

“Niceties aren’t my thing.” and you could tell she’s fighting back a smile of her own.

“Neither are they mine.”

After the rest of the day of Katherine picking fights with everyone, but you. You excused yourself to the bathroom while they were pressing Katherine for what she really wants here.

Memories flashed into your kind again causing you to become lost in thought as you washed your hands.

“Goodnight Katerina. Sleep well.” you said, formally at her doorway. You were about to turn back around when she called out after you.

“Y/N, come in please,” she said.

You smiled to yourself softly, as you made your way into her room. You closed the door behind you as you sat next to her on the foot of her bed.

“Do you mind helping me take this off? The zipper’s stuck and I suppose my arms don’t reach that far back,” she suggested.

She looked at you with pleading eyes and you nodded softly. Slowly, unzipping her zipper and you did what you thought you’d never do in your life. Be bold.

You kissed the bare skin that became exposed on her back. She turned her head to look back at you and you could see the lust filling her eyes. She stood up and you followed her movement as the dress fell to the floor like a puddle.

And that’s when she turned you around, repeating the same actions you took. The only thing left on the two of you were the corsets. She cupped your cheeks ever so slightly.

“Are you sure about this?” this was probably the first time you’ve ever seen her gently and soft-spoken, “You’re a very beautiful girl Y/N, many more suitors are worthy of your love. Much more better suitors with their name and money.”

You pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, savoring in the way she tastes. The way her lips were so soft against yours, “What I’ve learned in my entire lifetime on this Earth and being a fallen angel is that falling in love with someone is falling in love with their soul. Not their money or their name, their soul.”

Yet another comforting kiss was pressed to her lips, “And I never found that. Until you, Katerina.”

You thought you were alone as you watched your hands when you could feel a presence behind you. In the mirror you could see her leaning her back against a bathroom stall.

“It’s been a while,” she spoke up and you nodded.

“A few thousand years, give or take.” you joked and she chuckled along with you.

She took a step closer to you, tucking the hair to behind your ears. You mirrored her images, following a step forward. The two of you only a breath apart.

“You kept your promise?” she asked you, moving her hands to cup your cheek. As if she was trying to memorize every little feature. From the way your eyes lit up at the sight of her or the way you were melting under her touch.

It was the morning after you and Katerina expressed your feelings for one another. In a more untraditional, intimate kind of way.

She was singing you a soft song in another language, which you’re assuming is Bulgarian. And the usual confident girl was playing with your hair, looking at your beautiful sleeping figure. She didn’t want to wake you up, but she was unsure if any of the workers were looking for you.

Then there was the fact that she had to go. She didn’t want to leave you, but earlier that night her insight told her Klaus was coming. She had to get as far away as she possibly could. So she pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

Your eyes fluttered up, smiling at the girl in front of you. But then ultimately frowning when you saw the same frown on her face.

“What’s wrong?” you asked softly.

“I must go Y/N. I’ve done things, things people don’t like. And they’re coming after me, so we must part ways. For my safety and yours.” she said and you look at her with eyebrows furrowed, “I promise you Y/N, the only I want right now is to lay here with you. Compel all these people and live our immortal lives, but I need to go.”

“Katerina, no,” your voice barely above a whisper.

She kissed your forehead, then your cheeks, the top of your nose, and finally your lips, “I promise you, I’ll find you one day. We’ll be together. But you need to promise me to stay safe. I would like you to be alive and well and waiting for me when I return.”

You didn’t know where this path would lead you. Every other path looked so certain, but this one was blurry. Yet, you nodded, “I promise, I’ll wait forever for you.”

“I did. I’d wait forever for you Katerina.”

She wrapped your arms around you and you did the same, holding the slightly taller girl closer to you. Relishing in the feeling of her touch, something you haven’t felt in thousands of years.

She swayed the two of you back and forth, “How about we go to the place I’m staying at?”

“Right now?” youvasked and she just hummed in response, “Let’s go.”

It probably wasn’t the best idea for you to not answer your phone when you left or to give them a heads up that you were heading home. But the gang became worried when you didn’t come back from the bathroom and Katherine disappeared as well.

But you were fine. You were just in a state of bliss. The way the two of you were just cuddled up in bed. Your head resting on her chest as she just held you, playing with the soft strands of your hair.

You began to fall asleep as she sang you the same Bulgarian song she once sang. Your eyes closed as you focused on her heartbeat and soothing voice.

Until someone came barging in through the door. Your eyes shot back open and the gang was standing there waiting to fight. Except for Bonnie who was shocked at what she was witnessing

Katherine groaned, “Can you all just go away? She’s not in any harm, I swear.”

“Wait. How do you know each other?” Alaric asked.

You knew she would handle this so you just continued to keep lying in the spot without saying a word, “We’ve met before, long before the two of you.” she pointed at the two brother.

“So are you two a thing?” Caroline asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

And you finally spoke up, “Yeah. We promised to wait for each other until we could actually meet again.”

“But she’s an actual bitch!” Damon exclaimed.

“Maybe in your eyes, Damon. But Katerina has a strong beautiful soul who has lost many things. I’m very willing to give all my love to her.” you told them.

All of them looked skeptic like she just compelled you. Until Bonnie finally spoke up, “Whatever you do Y/N, we’ll respect your decisions,” she said and you smiled at her gratefully.

Stefan took a few steps closer, “You hurt her in any way, I will not hesitate to stake you in the heart myself.”

Katerina didn’t say anything. All she did was stare right back at Stefan, “Can you guys please go now? You’re making the room smell like some weird stench.” The gang left much to Damon’s hesitation, “Now where were we?”

You got comfortable again in her strong embrace. She smiled at you softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, as she returned to sing the Bulgarian song.

“I love you, my Katerina.” you mumbled, lazily as your eyes fell close.

So you missed the wide smile that formed onto her face and the way her whole eyes were lit up. She hugged you back, tighter than ever, “And I love you, my beautiful soul.”

[kellyvela]

The events that led to the current hatewave:

1. Martell stans speculating Elia sand will kill rhaegal in their corner of fandom.

2. Dany Stan's getting pissed --> first wave of bitching in house Martell tags + accusations of fake woke Sansa Stans pretending to stan martells(for woke points) and slandering their good queen in the fandom.

3. Leads to gifset with Arya/Dany friendship(lol), Arianne/Dany girlboss alliance(lol), Elia/Dany horsegirl fantasy (lol) and Sansa the handmaiden of Dany(lol).

4. Leads to handmaid related discussions in Sansa circles, leading to braincell killing back and forth arguments with dany Stans.

5. Leads to current dumbassery that is happening in the tags.

LMAO They really made that gifset out of spite???

I read somewhere or someone told me that they believe there is foreshadowing for "Sansa lady in waiting" in Fire and Blood, because Lord Alaric Stark's daughter, Alarra Stark, became Queen Alysanne's lady in waiting.

Anyways, let them believe that Sansa can be compared with Alarra but not with Alysanne. And let them forget that the main similarity between their fave and Alysanne is their giant hypocrisy and fake feminism.

Your message made me remember that before S8 one of them asked Michele Clapton on Instagram about their fave's coronation and wedding dress and they believed that Clapton confirmed their headcanons by liking that comment.

But after S8 we came to know that the only royal wardrobe that Clapton designed was Sansa Stark's Queen in the North coronation dress and crown and that Michele Clapton herself played Queen Sansa's lady-in-waiting helping her with her coronation dress during the Show Finale.

Michele Clapton also declared that Sansa is the one she loves the most, and dedicated not only 28 pages of her Book to her but also the hard cover, and she keeps proudly drawing and painting Sansa in her coronation dress and crown.

Later, she drew some sketches of a "what if" scenario, meaning their fave's crown, but that post lasted short, because she deleted the pictures LOL

[dykesbites]

9 for whatever oc you want

HELLO BABY TAPIR also ty heath!!

9. what color dominates their wardrobe?

alaric: deep red armand: neutrals, mostly black or grey asphodel: white cece: warm tones, gold, purple tiago: neutrals, mostly browns venus: golden yellow yuki: black