#but you're not actually interested in sitting down for twelve hours and understanding me that well are you

[1wh4re1]

Rivers and Roads

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Well, here we are, friends! I’m actually writing it here is the first chapter in my Ghoap x F!Reader fic. I know this is short but I do hope y’all enjoy it. If you would like to be added to or taken off of the tag list let me know! I appreciate all of the interest and will hopefully be coming out with regular updates! 

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Chapter 1: After the End 

Six tests. All positive.

You’re sitting on the toilet in your hotel room just trying to breathe. You’re pregnant. You suppose you have no one to blame but yourself. It’s not like you three used protection all of the time, assuming your birth control would be enough.

It's eleven weeks after Johnny's passing and the morning of day six of your two-week leave. You had been feeling sick the past several days, brushing it off as a bug you caught during travel. You managed to put it all together when, of all things, a tampon fell out of your purse. You realized that you missed your last cycle but with everything going on with Makarov you never caught on.

Your immediate thoughts turn to Simon. You have to tell Simon. Oh god, you have to tell Price too. He’ll want to pull you out of the field. Desk duty has never been a favorite of yours. You groan and put your head in your hands, you guess you're cutting your leave short.

Trashing the tests, you call the front desk while you browse airlines and hope you can get a refund on your room for the remaining days. 

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The twelve-hour flight to London does nothing to soothe your nerves. In fact, the closer you get to base the worse your anxiety becomes. You aren't sure how you will break the news to Simon. You aren't even sure how he'll react given the current circumstances. He's been tracking Makarov, often working days at a time and leaving for short solo recon missions.

When you arrive you head straight to his office, hauling your duffle bag with you. You knock and wait for his gruff "enter". When you do open the door, you immediately notice the scattered papers and multitude of files on his desk, so unlike the organized man you know. The bags beneath his eyes are dark, accentuated by the plain facemask he wears.

You set your bag down at the door letting it softly click shut behind you and head around his desk, sitting on the edge adjacent to him.

You sigh, "Hi love...when was the last time you slept?"

"Doesn't matter," he grunts, he doesn't even bother looking up from the report he’s reading.

"You have to take care of yourself. Why don't you come to rest for a bit? I'm tired from my flight and we could both use a nap."

"No."

You blink at his harsh tone. You feel your frustration bubble beneath the surface. "Simon. You need to realize your limits right now. It's important for-"

The loud scrape of his chair across the linoleum interrupts the rest of your sentence. He turns to you for the first time since you've entered and your eyes widen at how angry he looks with you.

"What I'm working on is important. You need to grasp that concept or leave so I can get back to work."

You push off your desk and stand toe to toe with him. You've never been one to back down and your anger is now fully on the surface. "I understand it's important," you hiss. "How could you think I don't? You weren't the only one who lost him. He wouldn't want this." You deflate a little and in a softer tone, you ask. "We still have us, Simon. You won’t fight for us too?"

"The best things about us died with Johnny and you know it. You don't matter! We don't matter!” He hunches in on himself a bit before he mutedly says “The only thing that matters is finding Makarov."

His words pour over you like acid and you flinch, tears stinging the backs of your eyes. He never raises his voice at you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. "I love you, Simon, I do, but I can't watch you do this to yourself. If this is it, if this relationship is not worth fighting for, then this is over." You meet his eyes, waiting for him to say something. When he does nothing but stare back at you, you nod and turn away. Snatching up your duffle bag you head out of the room and slam it behind you without looking back.

There are other people in the hallway who stare as you pass, having heard your little drama. You keep your head high despite the redness in your eyes and face, avoiding their gazes as you make your way to your old quarters. You don't think you can stand being in your shared room surrounded by all the things you have lost. 

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[olddirtybadfic]

Holiday Half Arse: Nyarth Nativity (part two of two)

Twelve!me should not be trusted to plan a Christmas dinner or name mpreg kittens.

Part one is here.

Content Warning: First-person mixed points-of-view; Pokémon/Human romantic relationship; mpreg; absolute character assassination of Jessie (she’s super violent towards Meowth and pregnant James); very shaky understanding of psychological issues and mental institutions; James, Meowth, and their kitten eat the placenta

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(Meowth's point of view)

Before we knew it, it was the middle of December. James had gotten pregnant in October, so the ninth week was getting closer.

One day we were sitting in the living room, watching TV. Actually, I was sitting, bored at all the corny Christmas commercials and James was lying down, half-asleep. The couch wasn't the most comfortable place to fall asleep, but I couldn't blame James for not being fully awake. All those commercials were so cheesy and boring.

A commercial came on. I thought James would be falling asleep, but it was a telephone commercial. It was about a couple who couldn't be together for Christmas. They decided if they couldn't be together, they should at least call collect so they save money.

To my surprise, James burst into tears.

"That commercial was so sad. We're lucky we can be together for the holidays," he said.

"We can be together every day," I said. I hugged James. He hugged me too. He winced.

"Did my claws come out?" I asked.

"No. The kitten just kicked," James said.

James was a little round. The kitten would come any day. I wasn't sure if I could call James's Team Rocket uniform a maternity outfit.

I did learn that the kitten moved more whenever James ate anything sweet.

It seemed like the kitten could come out in the eighth week.

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On Christmas Eve, James seemed to be really enthusiastic about having the kitten near Christmas.

He went into the bedroom to take a nap. A few minutes later, I heard James call me. He was breathing hard.

"I….I think it's time," he panted.

James pushed while I caught the kitten as it came out. One final push popped out the kitten.

The kitten was okay, of course. James was also okay. He still hurt a little, but he was okay.

"It's beautiful," James breathed.

"Just like you," I said. Then I bit off the kitten's umbilical cord.

The kitten opened its eyes. It had emerald green eyes like James.

James smiled at me. "It's a girl," he said.

"What's her name?" I asked. James was sure to come up with a meaningful name.

"Her name is Jessowth," James said. He started to breastfeed the kitten.

"Jessowth. Interesting name," I said.

The next day, on Christmas, James and I were happy to cuddle up in front of the TV with our daughter. We decided to have the placenta for our Christmas dinner that night.

"I guess we can't have sex tonight," James said.

"Oh, don't worry. The kitten and your love makes up for it," I said.

James began to cry.

"I'm sorry. That was just so sweet. You….You know I really love you, don't you?" James said.

"Yes. And I love you too," I said. "And anyway, you have to wait four or five weeks. You don't want to strain yourself."

James smiled. "You're the doctor."

(James's point of view)

Our little kitten seemed to grow so fast in just five weeks.

Jessie wasn't yet out of the mental institution. I was a little glad. A violent person shouldn't be around a newborn kitten.

After about ten weeks, I began getting sick again: eating a lot and vomiting. And I was craving foods I didn't normally eat.

After three hours of that, I just got out the Pokémon pregnancy test. A few minutes later, Meowth came into the bathroom.

"Are you okay, James? You look flushed," he said.

"Meowth, I'm pregnant again," I said.

"Another kitten?! Wow, you're producing a lot of kittens," Meowth said.

"It's just one," I said.

"Well, we're raising one kitten. We can raise another one," Meowth said.

Meowth was actually little more than a kitten himself. He was an adult (if he was human, he would be only slightly older than my eighteen years), but he hadn't evolved into a Persian (and he didn't plan to). One could say I was having kittens for a kitten.

Both Meowth and Jessowth are my kittens to watch over, care for, and protect.

Epilogue (Meowth's point of view)

Jessie eventually came home from the mental institution. She and James are friends again.

Jessowth is talking. She sounds like a female version of me.

Jessowth seems to be kind of wary of Jessie. Maybe she knew Jessie abused James when he was still pregnant with her.

James is delighted to be having another kitten. He's pretty far along.

We're all one big happy Team Rocket.

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Moral of the story: Maybe don't name your newborn kitten after your formerly abusive friend, no matter how much she's improved. Also: tired of that boring bird for Christmas dinner? Try placenta!

[rubberbandballqueen]

“why are you like this” *points to extremely specific formative moment in my life*

[boxofbadaddiction]

Whoever Broke Your Heart

George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Cheating. Guy who doesn't understand the word "no". Teeny Tiny bit of Swearing.

Opening a Joke Shop was the best idea Fred and George ever had. It's what they were meant to do. What made them happier than one would think possible. At least that's what George had been trying to convince himself for the past few hours.

To tell the truth, this past week had been the most stressful so far, and they worked through the beginning of a war!

But now that that was over and Diagon Alley, like everywhere, was beginning to return to the new normal, the Twins had been flat out. Kids were preparing for the school year and in addition to their shop being near capacity every single day, mail orders were through the roof. It'd been like this for the past 3 weeks, but this week...This week could not possibly get any worse!

Between the eight new complaints from angry family members after falling victim to one of their products. To the three ruined displays after a customer 'accidentally' set off one of the boys 'Crazy Creatures' feature Fireworks which sparked a Lion to pounce throughout the store, until the Twins got it under control, it had managed to take out it's fair share of shelving and they had to close the store for a little over an hour to clean up. On the brightside they sold twelve of those that day after everyone saw it in action. Now, however, there weren't enough fireworks in the store to distract George from the mountain of paper work he'd been ignoring. Or from the fact he still couldn't get his latest invention to cooperate. He has completely HAD IT. In his opinion this week can well and truly go and get fuc-

"OI GEORGE! You're not still working in there are you!?" Fred called as he made his way to his brothers room.

Sure enough, there his Twin was. Slumped uncomfortably in his desk chair working reluctantly on the paperwork he'd neglected. With his head propped up by his palm he didn't even acknowledge his brothers entrance.

"For Merlin's sake, George. The stores closed mate, give yourself a break for a minute won't you?" Fred walked over to glance at the work spread haphazardly over the desk top.

"Later. I'm nearly done." George murmured.

"Bollocks you are." Fred replied lifting several order sheets from the pile to read through them. "You've been working non-stop lately, just let it slip for tonight, mate."

"I can't Fred!" He snapped in frustration. "We're so far behind it's ridiculous. I can't let it go because it needs to be done before open tomorrow!"

"We're not open tomorrow, George! It's Sunday!"

"What?" He looked up confusedly at his calender on the wall. "It's the 31st?"

"No." Fred dropped the papers in his hands and flipped the page of the calender, picking up a red marker which he used to circle the date. "It's the 5th, you numpty."

George threw his Quill onto the desk and pushed himself back into his chair, rubbing his eyes in frustration before running them through his hair with a groan. He had a whole day to get this done tomorrow. But here he was rushing through it like last minute revision before an exam because he can't keep track of what day it is. He relaxed at the thought of more time. Fred patted his shoulder with a slight chuckle, noticing much of the tension he'd been harbouring melt away.

"Worried for nothing" he joked. George looked up at him with a glare. Freds face dropped slightly, seeing the bloodshot whites of his Twins eyes and the dark circles beneath them. "Bloody hell...you really need a night out of here."

George stood to stretch his aching back and sighed satisfactorily as it cracked in several places. "Yeah. Maybe I do" he spoke honestly.

"Tell ya what, Georgie. I was gonna continue work on that Dragons Breath Candy of yours tonight anyway so" he dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out a bunch of coins counting quickly, "here's twenty galleons. Get out."

George tilted his head in question.

"Go eat, or drink, whatever. Just get out."

George wasn't feeling particularly energetic for a night out and opened his mouth to protest, but Fred was having none of it.

"UH! No. Take a shower, cause you reek. Then leave and I don't won't you back till you're truly hammered. Hear me?"

His brother smiled half-heartedly and sent up a mock salute with a playfully stern expression.

Feeling far more refreshed than he had 20 minutes ago thanks to a good hot shower, George readdied himself to leave, grabbing his keys then quickly apparating to the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron. True, it wasn't a particularly long walk but honestly...he just couldn't be bothered.

The Pub was decently full but given the fact it was barely past eight on a Saturday night, one would actually consider it quite empty.

Shuffling past the groups of people drinking and talking throughout the room he quickly made his way to the bar. He stood to the right of what appeared to be a couple, leaning his body against the counter as he ordered a Fire Whiskey. He pulled a vacant stool toward himself to sit down as he paid for his drink. He simply sat, contently sipping his beverage, listening to the music as he felt himself relax considerably finally having time away from the stress of work. A few minutes passed before something to his left caught his attention. The couple he'd sat next to, or rather what he now gathered was an uncomfortable woman and some insufferable git who clearly didn't understand the word 'no'.

He was relentless in trying to persuade the woman to join him for a dance...then a drink...then how bout a date...then a-OKAY! George had heard enough.

"Oi, mate." He shouted slightly to be heard over the noise of the room, he tapped the man's shoulder to make it clear he was the one he was talking to. He turned slowly with a sour look of disgust at the interruption. "Give it a rest won't you? She's clearly not interested."

The girl shifted slightly in her chair, distancing herself from the man who refused to leave her alone. She clutched her drink within her hands tightly, trying to appear invisible one would assume.

"You with her are you?" The man spoke as he turned his body to face George, eyeing him with a rude expression.

"No."

"Then sod off. You're not one to know what she wants."

"Given the 8 times she's told you 'no' in the past 5 minutes I'd say I know exactly what she wants. For you to leave her alone."

The girl couldn't help but smile slightly at the redheads boldness of words. The man on the other hand was quickly becoming agitated. He straightened himself and took a menacing step forward, nostrils flaring. George didn't budge. Unphased by the man's movements, he simply sipped his drink with a deadpan expression.

"You tryna spark a problem, buddy?"

"Merely attempting to resolve one." George spoke smoothly.

"I don't see one here needing your help." He hissed.

"That'd be because you're it. So unless you'd like me to conjure you a mirror I'm afraid you'll remain quite blind." He took another sip of his drink. "The girls not interested. Leave her alone."

"Oh she looks plenty interested to me" the angry man spoke "just playing hard to get" he smirked stepping back a pace and wrapping his arm around the woman's side. George noticed her cringe at the contact moving away from him in her seat.

George placed his drink on the counter and stood slowly. His movements making the man drop his arm and puff his chest to appear bigger than he was. Stares never leaving one another as the redhead turned his body to face the arrogant man, looking down on him as if he were something unpleasant stuck to his shoe. Towering in comparison, a good head taller than he was caused a flash of unease to spead across the face of the offender. Evidently he had not realised the full size of the man infront of him while he was seated.

"Leave." George spoke in a deep and threatening voice. Eyes like daggers peircing all confidence the man before him previously held.

In an attempt to gain some composure and try not appear to be fleeing the git scoffed. Throwing a lame insult at the two of them before grabbing his drink and sulking away into the small crowd. George stood in place like a statue until the man had disappeared from sight completely. Posture and expression immediately softening as he turned back to the woman by the bar "are you alright?".

"Fine. Thank you." She spoke swiftly. Not turning to face him clearly wanting to be left alone as her body was still stiff and rigid. George looked at her unsure of what to say. "Do you need anything?".

"No. I'm fine. And I'd appreciate being left alone." She snapped turning her head ever slightly toward him as she did so. He tried to not take it personally as he noted the emotion held in her eyes and the slight tremble in her lips. The way she sat as if trying to restrain herself from something. Her drink, obviously bought long ago as the ice had all melted and the condensation had formed a large ring around the base of her glass. She'd probably been here long before that tosser showed up.

George sat, facing back to his glass not wanting to disturb her any further. She was beautiful he thought, and had the circumstances been different he probably would have been tempted to buy her a drink. But he knew now definitely wasn't the time, even if he just couldn't shake the feeling he needed to say something.

He eyed her curiously and cautiously, not wanting to appear as another weirdo incapable of understanding boundaries. Watching her stare sorrowfully at a Golden Diamond ring she fiddled with in her hands, a tear slipping down her cheek. It all made sense now. He raised his drink slowly to his lips, looking forward.

"Whoever broke your heart, must have been crazy."

She turned to him instantly, a very confused expression on her face as she watched him toss his head back to finish his drink. He signalled to the bartender for another before turning his head to look at her.

Mouth agape slightly as she furrowed her brows at him. He couldn't help the smile that came at her reaction, he nodded toward the ring in her hands.

"Engagement ring, is it not?" He reached for his new drink without taking his eyes off her. She stared at it for a moment before answering solemnly. "It was."

She bit her lip while turning the ring over on her finger tips, as if unsure whether or not to continue. George reminded silent, not wanting to force anything from her she wasn't comfortable with. "I caught him cheating little over a week ago."

"He's a git." He said abruptly taking a mouthful of whiskey. The girl laughed at this turning to look at him.

"You sound so sure."

"I'm certain."

"You don't even know his name"

"No, but I've got a couple for him."

She laughed loudly this time, having to look away from him to compose herself. George could have listened to that laugh all night, he was suddenly very thankful for Fred all but pushing him out of the flat earlier.

When she turned back to face him her cheeks were burning pink and she'd bit her lip slightly. He was taken by her completely. Which is stupid, he thought, because he doesn't even know her name. Shit. He doesn't know her name!

"I'm George, by the way" he reached his arm out to her.

"[Y/N]" she smiled taking his hand.

"Can I buy you a fresh drink?" He nodded toward the warm, flat beverage sat infront of her.

Hesitating slightly she stared into his eyes before nodding with a sincere smile.

They spoke for ages about Everything. Nothing. Hell anything that came up. He couldn't work out how someone could possibly have said goodbye to a girl like her. Nobody in their right mind could. He was smitten, with all of her. The way she smiled. Her laugh. They way she bit her lip when she tried not to blush. The way she played with her hair. He was oblivious to everything in that pub except her. As she was with him.

That was until the distinct sound of her favourite song peirced her ears. She hadn't taken her eyes off him for more than a second since he bought her that first drink, and there'd been a lot since then. Suddenly she was looking over at the band in the corner, smiling.

"I love this song"

He didn't know why the idea came to him, probably from the overwhelming urge to touch her he's been resisting for so long. To hold her. Kiss her. Guess this works as well...

He stood, finishing his drink in a single gulp and held his hand out for her. "Come on."

"What?"

"We're going to dance" he grinned at her.

"Oh, no. I am a terrible dancer!"

"Same, love. No excuses." He winked at her taking her hand and pulled her up.

"One second" she pulled back a step but kept her hand in his. She turned to grab her mostly full drink, chugging it and placing the empty glass back against the rest, before turning her attention back to him.

George let out a haughty laugh at the action. Her grip on his tightened as she glared playfully at him, then taking the lead walked out onto the dance floor where he twirled her around and they danced next to one another not caring about how silly their moves must have looked as neither cared they couldn't dance.

They stayed out there the rest of the night, until the band announced their last songs were coming up. Slow songs. All couples on the floor began to move together. [Y/N] glanced around nervously before her eyes trailed back up to him, he was smiling down to her. Hand outstretched. She took it willingly and he pulled her into him where he began to sway.

"And you said you couldn't dance" she joked as she noticed he'd clearly done this before. He shrugged. "May have learned a move or two at school".

As the music went on the two of them only got closer, his arms wrapped around her as she lay against his chest. George let his chin gently rest on the top of her head, eyes closed enjoying the moment. It was perfect. Until, he felt a notable sigh leave her chest. Not at all content. It was sharp and she was obviously thinking about something she rather wouldn't be. He pulled back slightly to look down at her.

"Hey...what's up?"

"Sorry." She spoke to his chest "I didn't mean t-I just..." stumbling over her words she mentally kicked herself for ruining the moment. Taking a step back as she shook her head, she let go of him. George felt cold without her. "It's not you. I just-"

"You were thinking about him."

[Y/N] looked up at him with sad, apologetic eyes.

"It's okay, [Y/N/N]" he closed the space between them and ran his hand down her shoulders to her elbows. "I understand."

"It's just...all this...the slow dancing, the feelings I have right now..."she stopped herself, staring down at her shoes.

"Hey," he moved to cup her face in his hands. Bringing her face back up to look at him. His brows were furrowed and he had such a sincere look on his face [Y/N] could have melted right there. How could someone she only just met hold so much more love in his eyes toward her than her ex-fiancè ever did? "I like you." She spoke before he could. Georges eyes widened at the words, a smile began to creep on his face. Her hands came to rest on his arms as his hands fell to hold below her jaw. "I just...I don't know how you can be looking at me like that. When you barely know me, but then I was with-" "the git." She laughed at his interruption but still dropped her head to stare at the floor sadly "When I was with, the git, for 3 years and he never..."

"Listen to me." George ducked himself, as his finger tilted her chin up to look at him, "You deserve so much better than him. I don't have a clue how a prat like him managed to wrangle a winner like you but..." his eyes were flicking frantically between hers, desperate for the right words, "whoever couldn't see the girl that I see right now wasn't looking at you, love. If I know one thing is true...if you let me, if you give me the chance. I'll never be like whoever broke your heart."

Tears were forming in her eyes. Biting her lip as a smile began to form. She nodded slowly. Then quickly as she threw an arm over his shoulder and around his neck to pull him into a kiss, followed swiftly by the other. His hands fell to her waist. They felt perfect together. [Y/N] couldn't believe she'd nearly married some cheating git, when there was a man like this out there. A man so full of love, and compassion and pure joy he could light a dark room with nothing but his smile.

As the song that was playing slowly faded to an end the two finally parted lips, smiles so giddy they felt like Second Years again. She fell back into his chest as her arms came down to wrap around him, eyes closed listening to the sound of his heart beat and breathing as the bands last song began to play.

"I kinda wanna thank him." George spoke. She looked up at him, mouth slightly agape, brows furrowed, utterly confused. He couldnt help but chuckle at the look she was giving him. "Well, if he didn't do what he did, you'd never have ended up here in my arms." He smirked causing [Y/N] to roll her eyes before pulling herself back into him. "That's so cheesey" he felt her laughter quiver through his chest. He kissed the top of her head. "Get used to it"

[daiseukiis]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀LUCIOUS CHOCOLATE LOCKS BOUNCED AS SHE RAN TOWARDS THE SENSEI. the young girl ran as fast as her legs could take her to the tall, sugar haired male that stands tall with a smile, dressed in all black and carrying a white plastic bag in his hand. the little girl's dress sways as she continues to stride towards his direction, a grin spreads on her lips as she finally reaches her target. jumping up into his arms, the man grins at the child and carries her.

"heya, it's been a while nomari! did you miss me?" the girl in the male's arms, nomari nods her head, engulfing him into a hug. the man chuckles, hugging her back before placing her down to the ground. his large hand pats the girl's head, messing up the bangs which usually cover her eyes, she swats his hand away as a sign to tell him to stop his actions.

laughing he says, "haha, sorry about that. couldn't help myself. oh! these are for you, i bought some kikufuku as souvenirs."

"gojo-sensei, who's the kid?" a pink haired teen points to the twelve year old who happily takes the plastic bag from gojo, glancing over to his three students.

"she's mizuki nomari, mizuki-sensei's daughter." a black haired boy answers, both the pinkett boy and orange haired girl he's with mouths shapes into an 'o' understanding his explanation.

"hey! i'm kugisaki nobara!" the girl introduces herself as the pink haired boy followed suit. "i'm itadori yuji, nice to meet you!"

nomari looks at them, bowing in respect and waving her hand. the two teenagers bowed back in courtesy, smiling brightly at the young girl who stood beside gojo. they inch closer to her, leaning down to her level to continue further talking with nomari.

"say, do you like sweets? we could go out to the sweets cafe nearby and try it?" kugisaki asks excitedly, finally thinking that she has someone to spend some of her time trying food out with. stars basically flew around the girl's body, hoping that she would answer back.

nomari nods her head back, glancing up to gojo as if telepathically asking him if she has permission to go with the teenager. gojo chuckles, shrugging his shoulders at the younger girl. "of course you can go."

nomari grins widely as she looks at the hand kugisaki reaches out towards her, grabbing hold of it as they start their journey to their destination. "can i call you mimi-chan? in exchange you can call me nobara-nee." nomari nods her head, following kugisaki with a smile.

"why isn't she talking?" itadori asks, glancing to his male classmate. "is she shy or something, fushiguro?"

"no, that's not it." fushiguro sighs, crossing his arms. he wasn't one to share people's personal experiences to others, but seeing how this change their view towards the child he really had no choice but to tell them.

"mari's mute."

"huhー what happened?!" itadori was caught in a shock, it wasn't everyday that you would see someone with that type of disability. being selectively mute was one thing, but being fully muted was another. he couldn't help but feel sorrow for the child, a gut feeling that just wouldn't leave no matter how much he thinks about it.

"something personal, just don't bring it up." a hand pats the pink haired teen's head, ruffling it up a bit making him quickly snap out of his train of thoughts. he looks up to his teacher, grinning brightly at his figure.

"get going, they're waiting for you guys." gojo says, looking up from their gaze to the side where kugisaki and nomari waited by the entrance of the school.

"you're not coming, gojo-sensei?" itadori asks making gojo glance back at them, "nah, i'm going to visit someone."

"you're going to annoy mizuki-sensei." fushiguro deadpans, seeing through his teacher who only gasps fakely with a hand over his chest pretending to be hurt. "i would never!"

"mizuki-sensei?" itadori ponders, trying to see if such a name or face would come up if he thinks hard enough. yet to no avail, she was really a new name. "i haven't met her yet."

"you'll meet her soon, she just came back from an overseas job." gojo states which shocks fushiguro who's eyes had widened a fragment. "does that mean they're also back?"

the other boy only glances at fushiguro's sudden interest, of course he was interested too but he didn't know what he knew about the others. inspecting the black haired boy's reaction and the sudden smirk that his sensei showed, his instincts were telling him that one of them meant something to fushiguro.

"they're? you mean the two other students?" itdaori raises a brow in curiosity, he wasn't gonna lie; he was intrigued about the two mystery students he had yet to meet.

"yup! but one of them won't be back for a while, she's just studying for a term there." gojo explains the situation, waving his hand as a way to gesture to them that it wasn't much of importance anyways.

"oh, i see." the two teens slowly spin on their heels, walking towards kugisaki and nomari who were patiently waiting for them. gojo grins widely as he waves to them and nomari, "come back before yusa finds out!"

"we will." fushiguro dryly responds, catching up to the two girls; much to his demise kugisaki nagged about how the two of them took so long while nomari just stood there and smiled.

near the school there was a fairly popular sweets café that most students and faculty members would frequent; kuidaore. much to the name with the meaning to eat yourself in bankruptcy, the sweets café had it's way to many customers' hearts.

just as the crowd got denser around the students, nomari's steps quicken until eventually she starts to run away from the group. through all the bypassers that were going along their day, the three teenagers almost lost the little girl that went on with her way.

"h-hey! mimi-chan! where are you going?!" kugisaki tries to reach out for her hand, but it seemed to have missed just by the second. their anxieties went sky-high, knowing full well of the consequences that would happen if they lost the eleven year old now out of all times.

"mari! stop!" fushiguro runs the way nomari ran towards, him and his two other companions swerved and rushed through any that were in the way. out of all three, fushiguro was the one that feared the wrath of that mother's child, it was something he would never want to witness again. cold sweat started to run down the side of his face, legs taking him as fast as he could as he dodges the last person in the crowd and stumbles out.

not just him, but kugisaki and itadori also come out with their breaths pacing. eyes fell on to the young child who without a second hesitation hugs a girl by their side. the female's black school skirt flattened in nomari's touch, her body flinching from the impact.

it wasn't the light playing tricks on their eyes, but kugisaki couldn't help but notice the attire that she wore, "isn't that our school uniform?"

"yeah, she must also be a student too." itadori blinks at the interaction, watching as the female turns to face nomari with a smile.

fushiguro felt the world slow down, his eyes fixated on the girl's white chocolate locks that sway. the curves of her body that seemed to always have been accented by anything she wore, along with the smile that would make him fall into a frenzy.

"kiyara." fushiguro whispers under his breath.

he could never push the beating heartbeat the pounded aside every time he laid eyes on her. fushiguro was not stupid, and he knew what this feeling was, but he was never one to utter a word about it.

"what are you doing all alone? does yusa-oba know you're here?" kiyara looks down at nomari, a smile easily gracing her lips and hugs her. pulling apart nomari points to the three at the side, kiyara's eyes following the direction until her amethyst hues fell upon fushiguro's charcoal orbs.

"gumi!" she exclaims and grins at him. you can tell just from her expression that she got brightener the moment she laid on eyes on him.

"'gumi'? what's with the nickname, gumi-kun?" catchin his two companions off guard, both give the boy a teasing look. their hands were in front of their mouths as they try to stop themselves from laughing. a pfft escaping their lips to see the ticked off facial fushiguro sent them.

"shut up." he snaps.

the five of them enter the aestheticly pleasing cafe, being greeted by a blonde beige barista with a smile, welcoming them into their workplace.

"welcome, would you like your usual, nomari-chan?" she asks politely as the young girl nods her head. the worker lets out a small giggle, telling them that their order will be on their way.

"i'm mizuki kiyara, nomari's cousin and an ichinen like you guys." kiyara glances at the three shamans that had finished ordering their food, making their way into a booth to sit at. nomari had sat in the middle of fushiguro and kiyara, while on the other side of them sat itadori and kugisaki.

"so does that mean you're mizuki-sensei's niece?" kugisaki asks then looks up to the waitress with a smile, thanking her for bringing them their food. kiyara answers, "yeah, she's my father's younger sister."

"when did you return from overseas?" fushiguro glances at the blonde, picking up his drink and sipping it. kiyara sturred the whip cream of her drink, "a few hours ago, she stayed behind though. saying something about studying with yuta-san."

"i see." he responds plainfully. itadori and kugisaki stare at the three of them, even though there was a small silence between all of them, it was comfortable. but they still couldn't help but be curious about the other student that was going to join them.

"so you two must be the ones gojo-san picked up." kiyara says, putting down her drink down, she suddenly covered nomari's ears. "god, he's such a shit show."

"actually... mari should be studying now, but seeing that she's here, i kinda guessed gojo-san had something to do with it." taking her hands off, fushiguro sighs and comments boredly to why she had to swear in front of the girl.

"why would mimi-chan be studying now? isn't she going to go to school?" kugisaki raises a brow, eating one of the cookies she ordered.

"she can't. that's why she's homeschooled by yusa-oba, sometimes me, yaga-san and gojo-san." kiyara explains, glancing at her cousin with sincerity as she continued to eat the slice of crepe cake they bought for her.

"so, where is he?" kiyara sips her drink.

"he went to see mizuki-sensei." itadori says.

"wait, you're kidding right?" the straw which the light blonde's fingers held on to slips down to the bottom of her glass. the smile on her face made them urge someone to say that it was just a joke, blinking a few seconds before realizing it wasn't.

"why? what's wrong?" kugisaki says between chowing on her snacks, raising a brow and dismissing it as nothing but worthless worrying.

"did he tell yusa-oba that mari was with us?" she asks once more, sipping her drink after taking a small breath in and slightly disturbed.

"he said he was going to tell mizuki-sensei." itadori cocks his head to the side, crossing his arms in confusion. he wasn't really getting it, in a matter of fact; none of them knew what kiyara was going on about.

all three thought back to their encounter with their sensei. it wasn't much that he said that concerned them, until it properly played back in their head. it clicked in; crystal clear as the sky above them on their peaceful afternoon snack trip.

they were tricked.

"wait... he never said he'd tell her." all three freeze up after learning of this discovery, staring straight back at kiyara. "he told us to bring her back before she finds out..."

before anyone else could react, fushiguro was the first to run after kiyara when she slammed her tip down on the table and dashed. it took a few blinks for the latter to realize what was happening, he too, had to stop the events that was highly possibly would unfold.

itadori and kugisaki gave each other a confused glance, for some odd reason they felt the tension those two emitted. in seconds time they quickly shot up and started running after the two of them which were most likely heading back to the school.

nomari heaves a sigh as she watched all four ichinen run out to stop a potential fight. she sat there, finishing the rest of her crepe cake and sipped the remainder of her frappé. her hand reached out to the pocket of her dress, grabbing the small cute notebook which had a drawn cover.

she flipped through the pages of her notebook, ripping a piece of paper and placing it down on the table. after doing so nomari got up and started to walk herself back to the school, she didn't mind the fact that the ones looking after her left in a haste.

the waitress witnessed the young child leave through the door after smiling at a customer when they received their order, curious she turns her head to look at the table. her feet takes her towards the place nomari once sat with the high school students only to see the paper which she left.

"𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙠𝙤𝙞𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙞-𝙨𝙖𝙣."

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The Diary of the Older Collegiate (#TheFreshman Series) (2)

Synopsis : Annabelle Green is somewhat in a situation no thirty year woman would want to find herself in : (Un) Happily divorced, childless and with a job worth peanuts and migraine. The downward spiral of her life doesn't seem to end anytime soon until her sister reminds her of her most cherished dream.

College.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

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MAY 10, 2019

3.30 A.M.

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Maybe Kat was right- A few days away has done me good.

I've actually stopped bawling every ten minutes. I have even managed to sleep for five hours straight last night, which is a significant improvement.

My family members quickly realized that I had to no intention to talk about the disastrous interview or about my estranged husband. Instead, they've tried distracting me with all sorts of things-

Mum: "Anna, darling, come here and help us with the gardening."

Me: "Who's the other person in the 'we'?"

Kat: (appearing out of nowhere) "That would be me."

Me: "Okay, fine. Wait...Mum. Didn't you complain of knee pain? You may have arthritis! You need to stop exerting yourself."

Mum: "Oh, Anna, really, it isn't so bad-"

Me: "And you, Kat, what do you think you're doing here? Without GLOVES?? You may develop toxoplasmosis! Do you know how toxic-"

Kat: (rolling her eyes) "Oh, now enough already Miss Know-It-All. I was going to wear them! Would you please-"

Me: "On second thoughts, gloves won't suffice. According to Youronlinegynac.com, You have to make sure you wear long sleeve blouses, long trousers, rain boots and a mask, for good measure."

Mum: "Anna-"

Me: "Plus, you're carrying twins for heaven's sake. Don't you ever read pregnancy articles? You must give your back as much rest as possible-"

Kat: "I JUST GOT OUT OF BED-"

Me: "Back to you, Mum. The morning sun is not very good for your aging skin. I think-"

Kat: "You know what, Anna? Never mind about us. You should probably go back to sleep."

Jeez, so much for being considerate.

So, yeah. That's what I've been the entire week – Eat, Read and Watch Movies. Sometimes, Kat pops in to chat but storms away ten minutes later claiming that my "Ridiculous Internet Articles" exasperates her. I completely fail to understand why she gets so agitated about it. The other day when I told her all about Kim K's regime for fighting flabby abdomen and about her extremely shapely hips despite having four kids, all she did was glare at me for a full minute and then stomps away.

Must be the hormones.

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MAY 11, 2019

3.30 A.M.

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IT'S DEFINITELY THE HORMONES.

I MEAN, HOW COULD SHE - I WOULD NEVER – IT'S JUST IMPOSSIBLE –

Calm down, Anna. Deep breaths. In and out. In and out.

Okay... let's just rewind all that.

About two hours ago, I was just roaming around the house, munching on Pop Tarts, having nothing else to do with sleep permanently erased from my mind. Passing through the corridor, I suddenly spotted the narrow staircase leading up to the attic.

Deciding to go check out the old stuff stashed up there, I climbed up the rickety staircase, opening up the dusty wooden door. As I rifled through old furniture and documents, a familiar cardboard box caught my eye. It was labeled "ANNA'S STUFF. DO NOT TOUCH." In my old scrawly handwriting. As my gaze lingers on the label, memories seep into my mind. Why did I skip college? Why did I leave town? Why did I sacrifice everything...for him?

With shaky hands, I open the box.

The box was filled with dozens of college applications, unfinished application essays and my high school books. I touched the frayed sheets, decaying with years, wondering how life would have been, if I had just taken the chance.

"Anna! What happened? " Kat dropped down beside me, breathing heavily.

"Kat! Why did you come up here? The latest article in the Mom-to-be e-magazine says that –"

"Oh, will you just stop with your goddamn articles and tell me what the hell is wrong? Why are you crying?" Her gaze shifted to the box.

"What's in that?"

I quickly closed the lid. "Nothing, nothing. I'm just being my usual pathetic self, I guess." I wiped my cheeks hastily.

"Aw. C'mere, Annie." She opens her arms wide, offering comfort. I accepted it gratefully.

"Okay. Now tell me what's wrong."

Despite my state of weakness, I still found the strength to roll my eyes at her. "Really? You want me to tell you the messy details of my marriage, once again?"

"Oh lord, not that. I'm sick of hearing your big, sad story." I let out a sad chuckle. "The other reason for your misery. There's something else, I know it."

I sniffed. "How do you 'know'? "

"I just...know."

"Jeez, and I thought I was the weird one."

She broke away from the embrace and looked at me right in the eye.

"Now, will you stop deflecting the topic and tell me what the hell is wrong with you?"

I looked here and there for some distraction. A few moments later, I realized that I was trapped.

"It's nothing, really."

"I'll be the judge of that." She smiled kindly at me.

And that was it. I began to bawl like a two year old.

"I wish I never skipped college. I wish I never gave up on my dream. I wish I'd waited like you d-did. "I swallow the huge lump in my throat. "And you know what's the worst part? I gave up everything, for that...that bastard!" I threw my face in my lap, muffling my high decibel cry.

Kat, on the other hand, waits patiently. Ten minutes later, I sit up straight, staring at her with bloodshot eyes.

"So...no words of comfort or consolation?"

"Why is there a need for that when the solution is right in front of you?"

"What do you mean?"

Her face grows impatient. "You sound like you're eighty and lying on your deathbed or something. You have so much of life ahead of you, so many opportunities waiting for you."

I shake my head, still not getting the point.

All of the sudden, she grabs my face tightly and looks at me with happiness glimmering in her eyes.

"You wanted to attend college, right? Get a degree? Discover your talents? This is the moment, Anna! You can finally live your dream!"

I stare at her for a solid minute. And then I stare at her some more.

"Well?" she inquires.

"Me? Attend college? Now?"

She nods vigorously. "This is your chance, Anna. What's there to stop you?"

I blink. She blinks.

Suddenly, I explode into a full-fledged, insane laughter. I laugh and I laugh, till my cheeks hurt.

Kat waits again, calmly as ever. She appraises me grimly. "If you're done with the schizophrenic behavior, would you be kind enough to tell me what you found so funny about what I said?"

"What's funny about it? Seriously? I'll tell you what's funny." I stand in front of her. "Look at me. I'm a thirty year old divorced, childless woman with nothing to look forward to. I've spent my entire life listening to complaints, be it from my boss in office or from my husband back home. Now that my darling husband has got rid of me, I have to work extra shifts to pay the rent, the bills, everything."

"So what, Anna? This is what you've always wanted to do. You are an intelligent, young"- I snorted-"independent woman, as far as I've seen you. You deserve a fun college experience, even if you think you're twelve years late for it."

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, Kat, but I really am twelve years too late to apply. And anyway, which college will be willing to take me in?"

"Any college would be lucky to have you, Annabelle Green. Just you wait and watch." She strides out of the attic, determined and excited.

Oh, well. Now that I think of it, all of this was probably a part of the mood swings she goes through. I bet she'll forget all of this by breakfast time.

Yeah, nothing to worry about.

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A/N :

Hi there, thank you for taking the time to read my new diary styled new ChickLit series:

"The Diaries of an Older Collegiate"(#TheFreshman).

If this chapter ignited an interest for this series, please let me know by reblogging or sending me a message. It helps a lot and keeps me motivated. Till then stay healthy :)

Love and Kisses,

D <3

[gone4neow]

The New King ♔ dks

Chapter Thirteen

- kyungsoo x reader, royalty AU, prince!kyungsoo

- warnings : swearing, mature content, arranged marriage, good looking men

- word count : 3,033

chapter twelve or chapter fourteen or masterlist

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After having a discussion with Kyungsoo, the princess felt highly encouraged to return back to her home kingdom - with Chanyeol by her side. It was hard to depart from the princes, but she eventually got them to accept that they were not going along. This was something that she and her brother needed to do on their own. She briefed her brother about her mother along the way there. Her mother was spiteful, cunning, entitled, and downright evil. Chanyeol learned that the princess had never spent much time with her mother, even as a young infant, and that they had an ill relationship. He was sad to learn this. The princess may have gotten more time with their father, but at least Chanyeol had a loving mother to fill that void. The princess must've been lonely as a child while their father was busy being a king.

His eyes brightened at the familiar sight of the village. It was the place he had grown up in. He had made his first friends here, had his first kiss here, and even gotten his first job here. He missed it dearly. Months ago he had moved to the northern kingdom for better career opportunities. After his mother's death, he found it hard to afford food.

He grew nervous as they approached the castle. He had dreamed of living in the castle as a young boy, even before he was aware of the king being his father, and now he was finally getting the chance to step inside. The princess must have noticed his nervousness because he felt her slip her small hand into his large one. She gave his hand an assuring squeeze just as the carriage came to a stop. The princess was the first to slip out of wooden structure, followed by her clumsy brother. He laughed sheepishly when he almost tripped out of the carriage. The princess laughed lightly at his actions before she instructed him to follow her.

He was in awe of his sister as he watched her march through the halls of the castle with her head held high and her shoulders rolled back challenging. Her mood had went from excited to something darker as they had gotten closer to the castle. Now that they were inside, he was almost too intimidated by the woman to even speak to her. She led him up a set of stairs before they came to a large set of double doors. The princess made sure he was ready for their next step before she pushed through the doors. Chanyeol could feel eyes on them from every inch of the room. He tried to appear as confident and bold as his sister did, but he failed to do so. He came off as shy, too shy to be the king.

"Daughter, why am I not surprised to see you with yet another man?" The queen spoke as soon as she seen her daughter strutting towards where she sat on the throne. The woman's voice was eerie, matching perfectly with her dark expression. If Chanyeol had ever seen a witch in person, it was this woman. She was beautiful, but radiated darkness. He wondered how someone like his sister had been created by someone like this.

"Mother! I hope you're not too comfortable in my father's chair!" The princess replied with faux enthusiasm as she looked up at her mother with a bright smile. The tension in the room seemed to amplify at the princess's words. Her mother sat up straighter in the throne, looking down at the princess with anger on her face.

"You dare challenge me today? On what terms?" She snapped.

"I have a little story for you - one that I'm sure you were expecting to hear one day. Once upon a time ago, a time before you were married to my father, my father was in love with one of the village women. He loved her so much that he would sneak out of the castle to see her every night. It turns out, they had a child together. Does this sound familiar?" The princess spoke with confidence. Her voice was stern, almost taunting, as she looked up at her mother with a fierce stare. She watched as her mother open and closed her mouth, desperately trying to find the right words to say. There was nothing for her to say.

"I have proof!" The princess announced to the room's guests. They all watched as she pulled out several pieces of parchment from the satchel resting against Chanyeol's hip. He gave her an assuring smile and held out his hand. She placed the documents in his hand and drew in a deep breath as he took a step forward.

"I am Park Chanyeol, son of King Munso and your future king. I request the commanding officer views these letter from my father that specifically state that I am his firstborn son and only son," her brother demanded in a voice as stern as hers had been. Her eyebrows raised slightly, impressed by how natural it seemed for him. There was no doubt about it, Chanyeol was going to be a good king.

A man emerged from the corner of the room. There was complete silence, apart from the sound of his metal armor, as he walked towards the strange man. Once he reach Chanyeol's side, he took the documents in his hand and his eyes skimmed over them with keen interest. Everyone watched as his eyes grew two sizes bigger. He glanced up at Chanyeol with amazement on his face.

"You're the new king," he breathed out quietly. He turned to look at everyone and held the documents up high in the air.

"This is King Munso's handwriting! Park Chanyeol is the new king!" He exclaimed loudly. The queen stood up with rage on her face. She marched down the steps that led to the thrown and made her way towards the princess and her brother. Her eyes were locked on the princess.

"You will regret doing this," her mother told her in a low voice once she stood in front of her. The princess sighed at her words. A part of her had hoped their relationship would improve after the passing of her father, but deep down she knew her mother would never change.

"Mother, I prepared you a place to stay in the village. You have one hour to gather your belongs. I suggest you work quickly," Grace told her mother. Chanyeol watched the pair cautiously. He expected the older woman to lash out at any moment. He watched as his sister's eyes narrowed. For the first time in her entire life, she watched as her mother's eyes filled with tears.

"That's how this ends? You get to live in a castle for the rest of your life while I'm stuck in some shack?" Her mother asked.

"Yes, and for the first time in your life you will understand that your choices in life have consequences," The princess answered. Her head was held high but Chanyeol could see that the conversation was slowly breaking the princess down. He ordered one of the guards to guide the former queen out of the room before he let his long arms wrap around his sister's shoulders comfortingly. She let her own wrap around him in return and drew in a deep breath. They did it - they had removed her mother from the castle.

After her mother officially left the castle entirely, the princess found herself guiding her brother around. His eyes were wide with amazement. They lingered on everything he saw, especially the paintings hung on the walls. His father had gifted him several pieces of art when he was a young child, so he knew that these had belonged to his father. He imagined his father walking through the halls, adoring his collection every day with those honey eyes of his, accompanied by a smaller version of his sister. This had been their home - now it was his home, too. The very thought had his eyes glistening with fresh tears. When the princess noticed, she let her hand find his.

"Welcome home," she told him softly.

"So Prince Kyungsoo is actually the eldest child, therefore he's the one who's supposed to become king, but he's only becoming king because Sehun doesn't want to be king?" Chanyeol thought aloud as he waved his spoon around wildly. The princess and him were sitting at a table on the balcony located outside her room. Their dinner had been brought up to them earlier. While they ate, the princess explained the northern kingdom's situation.

"Yes, but you see - I don't think Kyungsoo really wants to be king himself. Their father has created quite a mess for them to clean up in the village and if they don't fix it I'm worried there will be a rebellion," The princess replied before she took a bite of her food. Chanyeol hummed as he took in the new information.

"He must be a very good brother to take on all that responsibility just so his brother won't have to," her brother commented. The princess simply nodded. She looked out at the evening sky as she felt her stomach twist. She hadn't even been gone an entire day, but she already yearned to see her love again.

"Maybe it's not a matter of not wanting to be king. Maybe Sehun is scared to become king because of the duties he will have," Chanyeol suggested when his sister didn't reply. He didn't miss the distant look in her eyes as she turned her head to face him.

"Were you?" She asked softly. Chanyeol gave a small shrug before he nodded slowly.

"Of course I was. I still am, perhaps I always will be, but this is where father wanted me," he answered. The princess smiled softly.

"It's certainly where you belong," she told him. Chanyeol stared at her without speaking for a moment. He took in the features of her face, the light patch of freckles across her nose, and the warmth of her eyes. He never wanted to forget what she looked like. He knew she would return to the northern kingdom without him tomorrow, and that made him feel terrible. He had just gotten her.

"I love you sister," he spoke to her quietly.

"I love you, too, brother," she replied.

The inevitable came the next morning. Chanyeol gave his sister a giant hug before she was sent back to the northern kingdom. An agreement was made to keep the fact that he was the new king quiet - as quiet as they could, anyways. There was not a doubt in the princess's mind that more than half of the village had already learned about their new king.

She watched the scenery roll by as she sat in the carriage. Her mind was clouded with thoughts of her brother, her father, and, as she grew closer to the castle, Prince Kyungsoo.

Her heart almost leaned out of her chest when her carriage pulled up to the castle. She had barely gotten out of the wooden structure before she saw the princes step out of the castle to greet her. A wide smile formed on her face. She momentarily forgot about her luggage as her feet carried her across the courtyard and to the princes. Sehun rolled his eyes as he watched the woman jump into Prince Kyungsoo's arms before his. They made him sick. He had to resist rolling his eyes again when he heard the sound of his brother whispering sweet nothings against the princess's ear.

"Hey! It's my turn!" He demanded after a few seconds. The princess immediately found her way into his arms and a satisfied smile formed on his face. Jokingly, he began to whisper in her ear just as his brother had, but his words were only complaints about her and the prince - not sweet nothings. She couldn't help but laugh at his childish antics and pulled away to push at his chest playfully. He glanced over at his brother and was met with a harsh glare. The smile on his face seemed to vanish instantly.

"No Chanyeol... things went well?" Sehun asked her, looking away from his brother.

"It's official; Chanyeol is the new king," she announced in a low voice. There was pride on her face as she spoke. It was clear to the brothers that despite the siblings only being together for a few days, they already had a bond that most dreamed of having. Kyungsoo smiled sweetly at her, expression his happiness for the royal siblings in a gentle voice.

"I, um, wanted to talk to you guys about something," The princess told them suddenly.

"What is it?" Sehun asked immediately. The princess glanced over her shoulder at the man waiting for her to come back and get her luggage before she turned back around and glanced between the brothers.

"Let me get my luggage and then we will go somewhere private," she said. Just as she went to turn around, Kyungsoo gently wrapped his hand around her wrist and stopped her. She met his eyes with surprise swimming in her own.

"Let me go get your stuff," he told her softly.

"Come with me while I get my stuff," she replied. She had already turned and began walking away before he could protest. Sehun watched as his brother followed like a lost puppy behind the woman until he was walking side by side with her. They sent loving expressions in each other's direction, probably not even realizing they were, and Sehun felt his heart twist in knots. He decided in that moment he would face his fears and confess to the baker's son the next time he seen him.

About ten minutes later, the three were sitting in a circle on Prince Kyungsoo's bed. The princess was being secretive. She had made sure to double check the lock on the balcony door and hadn't spoke in more than a whisper since they stepped through the door. Sehun snickered at her actions, but Kyungsoo was concerned.

"I think Sehun should be king," she eventually told them. Sehun's eyes widened and a series of scoffs and nervous laughter left him. He shook his head at her, glancing at his brother with disbelief in his eyes. Kyungsoo's expression was blank as he stared at the princess. What had caused this opinion to occur?

"Sehun, this is what you've been preparing for all your life. If you aren't king then where do you see yourself? It'll get boring just roaming the castle halls," The princess spoke again when neither brother made an effort to speak.

"I - I don't know," Sehun answered her with a sigh. He looked over at his brother, yet again, and asked him what he was going to do if he wasn't king.

"I'll marry the princess anyways and then we can build a cottage together. I've always wanted to be a farmer. Would you farm with me?" Kyungsoo answer, directing his question to the princess. She looked at him with a small, sweet smile on her face. Of course, Sehun thought, only my brother could plan out two different futures for himself.

"Of course," Grace answered. Sehun could tell by her tone that she was completely smitten by the idea alone. Sitting out in the sun all day while wallowing around in dirt? How romantic. He wasn't able to resist rolling his eyes this time. Then another thought ran through his mind. Uncle Sehun. He could see it now: a little cottage full of all his nieces and nephews, waiting for his visits with so much excitement their little bodies almost couldn't take it. He knew they would live the best life - they would have the best uncle, after all.

"Sehun!" The princess called him name out and brought him back to reality. He blinked a few times, coming out of a sudden daze.

"You really think I'll be a good king?" Sehun questioned, his voice quieter than it had already been. The princess and Kyungsoo had barely heard him.

"One of the best - and if you need help with anything, you'll have us to back you up," The princess assured him. A smug smile formed on his face and he glanced between the two with a suggestive look in his eyes.

"You're right; I'll be the best king. You know what I'd be even better at though?" The pair raised their eyebrows curiously at his question, having completely no idea where he was going or why he had that look in his eyes.

"Being an uncle," he revealed with a toothy grin. The princess laughed nervous, glancing over at Kyungsoo, who was opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water. What were they supposed to say to this? Neither one of them had even considered children until this moment. Kyungsoo sat and thought about it, and the more he did was the more he liked the idea. The princess was flush with embarrassment and her fingers were picking at the material of her dress.

"I hope you'll be patient with us then," she told Sehun with a small smile. He sighed but nodded, despite knowing he was going to be anything but patient. Kyungsoo finally released a laugh that he had been holding in the depths of his chest. His hand reach out and took the princess's. He gave it a light squeeze as he laughed - ignoring the scowl his brother sent him.

"I think we should make one right away," he announced between his laughter. The princess gaped at him, wondering briefly if the brothers had been drinking while she was away. Sehun was thrilled by his brother's words and the smile on his face grew, which seemed impossible seconds ago.

"Why?" The princess asked curiously.

"I had this thought about ours kids and how I could teach them to beat my brother up... the opportunity seems too good to pass up. We need at least 10," Kyungsoo explained, as his laughter came to a gradual halt. The smile on Sehun's face vanished.

a/n : hi!! this story is coming to an end soon, sadly, but i am already working on my next story and i’m very excited about it. it’s a chanyeol story (currently) but i hope you all will enjoy it. any criticisms about my writing is welcome! i really want to grow as a writer and this story has been a great trial run for me. I’ve learned a lot. thanks for reading, as always! don’t be afraid to talk to me!!

[sadminhyukstan-blog]

She's Forbidden ; Minhyuk x Reader

genre : angst, maybe a little bit of fluff

warnings : swearing

prompt : "I know I can't, but I love her."

p.o.v : third person

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She stood in front of her, the queen who had tortured her and tossed her out, the one and only Queen Lee. She didn't understand why. Why did the queen use her as a toy? She never knew, only the 'beautiful queen' did.

"Well then, ___, I see that you haven't partaken in being forbidden, now, have you?" Queen Lee asked snarkily, which made ___ growl in response.

"No, I have not, because I'm not taking part of this fucking torture game." She snarled. Queen Lee huffed to herself.

"I suggest you do, Miss ___. Cause if not, this so called game will have to go on." Queen Lee responded, giving about the most fake smile she had ever seen.

"Then let it go on without me, cause not yet will I leave, and not ever will I go down without a fight." And that's when Queen Lee called her guards with a small movement of her index finger.

The guards steps were loud, due to the heavy metal they wore. The steel almost covered their eyes, and their arms and legs were overlapped with confusing combinations of metal.

"What did the queen tell you? Game on." One of the guards said with a deep voice.

She let out a dry laugh, using the reason she got toyed against the guards. She threw them against the walls with her mind, knowing she'd win this fight with some wounds and bruises.

Their armor clanged boisterously against the stone walls of the throne room before the queen. Did Queen Lee really think that this was a challenge? It really wasn't.

The guards all groaned in sync, feeling like a dart board getting multiple darts thrown and stabbing them right in the center.

She heard steps but didn't pay attention, assuming that it was the cook preparing the table for lunch. she kept the squirming guards against the wall, stifling a laugh.

She heard the throne room door open and turned around, shocked at the sight of what she saw. She let the guards down with a rough thud.

She bit her lips to stop the tears that were about to spill from her eyes.

Prince Lee had came then, when she had turned the guards thrown spears around to stab the wall. He stood still, traumatized to see the girl he once knew was weak from his mother torturing her beating up his own guards.

His hands trembling, he yelled. He yelled at, not her, but his mother.

"Mother! Why would you turn against her? She's powerful, don't you see? Or are you blind, just like you were blind to Dad's severe sickness?" Prince Lee knew he had gone too far.

"Minhyuk, sweetie, don't speak of your father..." Queen Lee said softly. But he was still mad.

"Don't call me sweetie! I don't wanna be your 'sweetie' anymore! And I haven't for a long time!" He screamed, small and cold tears running down his face.

"Sweetie—" Queen Lee couldn't finish her sentence.

"What did I fucking say, Mom, don't you understand? Wait, you don't, otherwise you'd understand that you shouldn't turn your back on ___." Prince Lee growled.

"Minhyuk!" Queen Lee stood up quickly, walking towards him. She brung her hand up, close to slapping him. Notice how I said close. He would've been slapped if ___ didn't stand in front of him.

He looked at the slightly smaller female in shock, seeing the red hand print already forming on her cheek. She had grown since he last saw her, she was only a few centimeters shorter than him now.

"_-___..." He stuttered, turning her around and carefully touching the mark on her cheek. She whimpered in pain. He felt bad and glared at his mother with tears in his eyes.

~flashback~

Minhyuk giggled, holding her hand tightly as they ran through the woods. She had small leaves in her soft black hair since it was autumn.

___ smiled and looked behind her and stopped, holding his hand tighter. He turned around and giggled a bit, until he processed what she was looking at.

His mom was right before the two. He stopped laughing quickly, eyeing the small handcuffs with terror. He spaced out until he heard a small click. Twelve year old Minhyuk's grip was weak, and her hand had escaped from his.

He looked at a fearful and crying ___, who was getting dragged away by his mother towards the... dungeon? Why the dungeon? He was confused. And he knew he couldn't help.

That night he couldn't sleep at all, thinking of what his mother or anyone else was doing to ___. It was then he heard a scream and a few words after.

"No! Stop! Please..." And then... A thud.

~flashback over~

He looked like he was the one in pain, which could be true, because emotionally, he was. He looked at the female he once loved, who had gotten stripped away from him.

Queen Lee had an emotionless expression, like nothing had happened at all.

"Mother, I suggest you leave before both her and I hurt you." Minhyuk growled. But, Queen Lee being the bitch she is, stayed in place.

___ only nodded at him. they came up with the childish plan a long time ago.

~flashback~

"___-ah! What if we came across trouble!" Minhyuk had asked in the winter. ___ giggled at her own plan.

"Hm... I could hold them up against a wall, you could throw something at them repeatedly, and I could hold ice up against their body." She joked. But he obviously seemed interested in the plan.

They never came across trouble that day. So, all day they stayed outside. She would play with her powers, and Minhyuk would be amazed over and over again. They enjoyed it.

~flashback over~

With her telekinesis, ___ held Queen Lee up against the throne room wall. Prince Lee always carried a few pebbles with him for memories of ___, so he threw those now that she's back.

And now for Prince Lee's personal favorite part, which was changed. What actually happened was ___ trapped Queen Lee in an ice block.

Visibly, Queen Lee was screaming. He turned around and high-fived ___.

"So, Prince Lee, we meet again." ___ spoke quietly. He sighed, nodding a bit before responding.

"___, just call me Minhyuk." She smiled, her eyes scrunching up when she did.

~timeskip~

Since Minhyuk and ___ went into the woods, Queen Lee died of hypothermia. Did Minhyuk care? Sorta, she hurt ___, but she was his mother.

Minhyuk was talking to his friend, Prince Yoo, or Kihyun.

"Well, ___'s still forbidden for hurting your mother. Are you sure you can still feel what you use to?" Kihyun asked.

Minhyuk thought for a bit before responding to him.

"I know I can't, but I love her." He spoke. Kihyun shook his head, sighing.

"Listen, you can't anymore. It'll he hard, same thing happened to me with Jennie, but you're gonna have to get over it." Kihyun advised.

"Get some people for me. Hyunwoo, Wonho, Hyungwon, Jooheon, Changkyun, Maid Hwasa, Maid Moonbyul, Maid Wheein, Maid Solar, and ___. Them, you, and I are meeting in the ball room." Minhyuk said, standing up after Kihyun went.

~timeskip~

Minhyuk was already sitting down when the eleven people came in.

"Take a seat, we're gonna talk about something special." He said.

Everyone hesitated, but followed his command. He had no second-thoughts about it.

"Okay, so, as you all know, ___ is back. Queen Lee is dead." He continued when everyone was settled. He rapidly motioned for the maids to stay seated.

"I've chosen the ones I wouldn't be able to leave behind, so feel special."

Everyone except the maids, who were pitiful for Queen Lee, nodded.

"We're running away. All twelve of us, we're running away together. I need you all to pack bags and meet back here at 11 pm. So you have two hours."

___ felt uneasy.

"First of all, where would we go? Second of all, I have nothing I need here." She spoke.

"We'll be going to an empty castle, it's still in good shape." ___ remembered what he meant.

~flashback~

"___! Look!" Minhyuk said, pointing at a castle huger than his own. She gasped, covering her mouth.

"Hyukie, what if we ran away and lived there? Just us and a few of the maids, maybe even the other six? That'd be great!" ___ cheered.

~flashback over~

~timeskip~

It was at the end of the woods, the castle. They walked in pairs. Minhyuk and ___, Kihyun and Hyunwoo, Wonho and Hyungwon, Jooheon and Changkyun, Solar and Moonbyul, and Hwasa and Wheein.

Minhyuk helped everyone over the stone wall, his hand lingering on ___'s. And so that's where they'd live. Where they'd live for the rest of their lives.

~large timeskip~

Minhyuk pecked ___'s lips, giggling.

"Ooh! Mommy and Daddy kissed!" Their daughter, Seo-hee, said childishly.

Their were more maids now. Jisoo, Rosè(which she preferred to be called), Lisa, and who Kihyun was now engaged to, Jennie.

Everyone was happy there. No unfair treatment, no complaints, and most important to Minhyuk, no one got forbidden.

How do I know all of this? Because I am Jennie, there all along.

[my-imagination-and-other-stuff]

Part 6, ending

You would never think that silent, calm breakfast time could turn into real storm. Artem kept rotating spoon in his cup and you kept looking down like it wasn't annoying. He's spent a lot of time in his room, talking by phone but you wasn't able to hear anything.

- He's leaving. Do you know that?

You gulped, knowing very well what he meant. It would be hypocrisy to act that you didn't understand his question but you only looked up at Artem.

- Melovin. He's moving to Kiev.

- Why do you ask me? You finally spoke.

- He's leaving because something happend between you two, right?

- Why do you think it has anything in common with me?- You asked him, putting out your cutlery with anger.

- Because you're silent like you was hiding something. You don't seem surprised.- Artem said. There was something in his gaze that you couldn't describe. Not really anger or sadness. It was tiring to hide that he wasn't that wrong about it but it was so obvious that he never really trusted you.

- Artem, who do you think I am?! I'm so done with your distrust. You always suspected something, didn't you?- You raised your voice and left kitchen.

- Yes because he seemed to be interested in you from the start. The way he fucking looked at you and your weird reactions when I was joining you! I'm not the only one who noticed it! - He screamed, following you to guest room- How long this was happening?- He suddenly asked you so you turned to him.

- How long- what?!

- When did you stabbed me in a back and started this shit?! - Artem yelled and pushed chair next to him. You've never seen him that angry.

- What the hell are you talking about? I've never cheated on you! He admitted that he has thing for me and left.

- Has a thing? A thing? - He hissed - I'm not a fucking idiot. I know him better than myself. He wouldn't leave his hometown just like that. It must be something serious.

- I didn’t know what he felt about me till he explained why he’s leaving. He was scared to ruin your friendship. I was scared too - You started and moved closer to Artem - Please, don't blame him. He didn't know how to hide how he feels. It wasn't easy for any of us.

- And why do you defend him?

- I don't - You murmured, confused- I just don't want to be a reason of you two fighting.

It was like never before. You felt so far from your boyfriend. The way Artem was looking at you, felt like you were strangers.

- Is he only friend to you?

- Artem..

- It's easy question - He sighed, touching his forehead.

- Whatever I feel know, I don't think we can fix what just failed - You said with tears in your eyes - It's not about Mel anymore. I'm sorry but I'm tired of this. I'm not comfortable in this relationship.

It hurted to say such words out loud. Artem looked at you in silence like he couldn't believe what he heard. You looked down, not being able to stand his face expression.

- What is it? You want to break up? - He asked weakly.

- I just think that I want some time alone. We're mess now - You whispered, tearing you wet cheeks.

- Well, let me make it easier. If you for once thought about Kostya the way he thinks about you, let's stop it right now. Because I won't stand it.

These were the last words that day. You wasn't able to answer because of upcoming tears and Artem left flat very quickly.

***

- Did you manage to come on time? - You heard female voice when you answered phone. You joined queue to big hall. It was so sunny and hot outside.

- Yes. Thank you so much for sharing room, Carmen. It would be so hard to find accommodation in good price. There are so many foreigners who booked rooms before Eurovision.

- You helped me once.. And by the way, are you going to talk to him?

- Hmm.. I don't think it's a good idea.

- Hey, you came to Lisbon to watch him performing. You said you promised him to go when he finally wins preselections - Carmen said with enthusiasm.

- It was year ago and we haven't talked since he moved out. Besides, my ex boyfriend can't see me - You sighed.

- I see. Well, have a good time.

You was so nervous when you entered hudge hall with other Eurovision fans, especially when you waited for Melovin's performance at the end of show. You came closer to group of people with ukrainian flag. You clapped with them when Melovin appeard. It happened so fast. Piano, fire, his voice.

- Oh my God, that's was great! - You shouted and when camera turned to your direction, you realised that you was filmed with the rest of fans.

- Melovin! - some man next to you screamed. After next hour, hosts announced results of second semi final. You kept your fingers crossed, looking on a big screen with your heart beating very fast. That time when they announced Ukraine as another finalist, you run to stairs where all contestants started walking down from. But when you came back to your senses, you stepped out and hid behind group of people. Kostya appeard but he couldn't see you. Neither Artem. You turned to exit but you couldn't stop yourself from watching press conference on screen in main hall.

***

- Hello? - You answered phone in the morning, seeing unknown number on screen.

- Hi - This voice sounded familiar.

- Hi..

- Are you by any chance in Lisbon? I would swear that I've seen you yesterday in a crowd from balcony. I think that I saw you in video after my performance.

- Mel..

- I can't leave rehearsals but please, come today to cafeteria on first floor in hall - He said with soft voice but you wasn't able to speak. It was so unexpected that he was able to notice your in such a big crowd and when he meant to be fully focused on his performance.

- Hello? Are you here? - Kostya asked you.

- Yes.

- Please, come - His voice sounded sad and suddenly you thought it would stupid to reject his invitation.

- Okay.. I'll come. What time?

- I'm free in two hours. Twelve o'clock?

You looked at your watch. It was taking almost an hour by train so you probably had to go out right now. Of course you didn't tell Kostya you wasn't exactly in Lisbon so you said you'd come on time. You checked out hours of departures of trains and prepared your clothes pretty fast. It was almost twelve when you caught a bus from station to another station where stadion was placed.

- Where is he? - You whispered with concern when you didn't see Kostya anywhere in cafeteria. You was twenty minutes late. He didn't answer your call and for some reason you panicked.

- I won't answer phone - You heard behind your back and saw Kostya smiling widely - I left phone in wardrobe so nobody can interrupt us.

- Did you come just now?

- Actually, five minutes ago. But I don't like sitting alone when there's a lot of people around so I walked away - He said, smiling even more - You look great.

Your heart was beating so fast that you wasn't able to feel it in your chest.

- You too.

You both sat at the table and ordered coffe.

- What brings you here? I mean.. what are you even doing here?- He laughed sweetly.

- I visited my friend..- You said uncertainly - Are you good with Artem already?

His face expression changed.

- For few months we didn't talk except work stuff - He answered shortly and leaned to you - Don't worry. It's much better now.

- I was worried that he might give up on being your manager. But he's really professional and.. he's your best friend after all.

- He is.. How long has it been? Over a year?

- Yeah - You sighed- It's good to see you but won't your team be looking for you?

- They actually know I'm here with you. Including Artem.

- He's probably angry now, right? - You said, looking down like you was ashamed.

- He's actually fine with this.

- How can he..- You didn't finish, looking in Kostya's eyes. You missed looking in them You missed the way they were resting on you. You finally noticed what Artem meant by Kostya's gaze being different. You could see how he was looking at you with admiration.

- He knows well that you can't gave up on someone just like that - Kostya said silently. You tried to smile to him but at that moment you was too moved by his words.

- I would like to ask you something and get an honest answer - He added after a while when you was looking at each other- Are you really here because you're visiting friend?

- I actually.. My friend lives in different place in Portugal but I used opportunity to come here when you're performing. I wanted to see you on stage. I promised you. But I didn't expect to talk with you..- You said with heavy voice, feeling that your eyes got teary - I'm really proud of you. You did it. You really did it.

You laughed nervously and you felt Kostya's hand on yours. It seemed so natural that he wanted to comfort you. It always been like that. Both of you felt good in your own company, except some tension when you felt mutual attraction while dating someone else.

- I'm so happy that you came - Kostya said, caressing your hand.

- Me too. Even if.. I shouldn't come here - You said and added quickly, seeing his expression: - But I don't care. I missed you, Kostya.

- Do you mean that..- He didn't finish when he saw that you nodded. You both knew what was the hidden question.

- I know that timing was awful for us but what can I do when I already love you so much?- He suddenly said and made you feel shivers all over your body.

- I'm tired of denying what I feel about you but I'll always be ex of your best friend - You said, reaching for his hand.

- What is now is the most important so don't leave again.

- But how can we show up in front of our friends.. and Artem as a couple?

Kostya looked away with thoughtfulness.

- We will work it out - He said - For now stay with me till final.

- Ok - You whispered.

- What? - He asked you like he wanted to be sure what he heard. You smiled.

- Let's work it out.

[theultravioletcatastrophe]

From the aesthetic ask meme: ALL OF THEM. You're welcome.

ALRIGHTY THEN! Let’s see if I can put this under a break so I don’t clog up anyone’s dash.

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?Earlier today. I’m always singing to myself! Today it was probably a song from Moana because my daughter was listening to the soundtrack and those songs just get stuck in my head, y’know?

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?Honestly? I want to know the true nature of physical reality. Like, quantum physics can’t be the full picture because there’s a couple places where it’s either broken or incomplete, but so far we haven’t figured out what should replace it as a theory. I wanna know the truth about the universe.

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?I wanna say my daughter, but to be quite honest my wife is definitely more responsible for how she turned out than I am, so I can’t really say that. I guess my other greatest accomplishment is retaining some scrap of sanity and decency in this awful world that seems to want to destroy itself at every possible opportunity.

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?I don’t think you can call this a “memory” since it literally just happened, but I finished watching Mysterious Girlfriend X and honestly it made me so happy. Despite the fact that it only covered about half the manga it had a much more satisfying ending, somehow.

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?I mean, probably? I’d probably make an effort to be kinder and more loving. I’d do more to help people. I’d try to save up every cent I could to ensure my family doesn’t have nothing when I’m gone.

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?Ehh, not really, not in the sense most people usually use that term. I wanna go to space though. :D

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.I wanna describe my mom, but it’s going to make me sad, so I don’t want to right now. Sorry. :(

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?Yes and no. My parents had a pretty awful divorce when I was about 7, and things stayed weird until I was in high school. But like… I remember being happy and stuff, so…

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?Last night, when my wife was talking about being sad. I just felt so helpless, like I couldn’t do anything for her, and it made me really sad too.

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.My wife. I shouldn’t have to explain why. :) (I mean gosh come on her url is literally @youwillfindmestargazing)

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?I have! Some of the best conversations I’ve had have been with strangers at parties. There’s something so intimate about sitting on a bench on someone’s back porch talking about deep stuff with someone you’ve known for 20 minutes, while people inside are blasting music and screaming, and someone is throwing up in the bushes off to the side.

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?Oh geez, I don’t have many of those anymore. It was probably with my friend @aboutthreeneps who is one of my best friends ever and I love him. :3

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?“I want you to know how much I love you, and I want you and mama to look after each other, okay?” (which I would say to my daughter)

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?Um, they’re fine? I don’t really care that much about people’s eye colour lol

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.“[A]lways looked to be a man of action, ‘cause that’s what the old man should have been, but… this world, it wore him out. This world, it wears you out.” This quote is from the song “Man of Action” by Matthew Good Band. This song is basically my theme song and if you’ve been following me for any length of time, you probably understand why.

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?“A Short Study in Fooling Yourself and Everyone Around You”

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?I would immediately put half of it into some kind of guaranteed investment like a GIC or even a TFSA if the interest rate was good enough. This would supply my income to live on for the entire rest of my life. The other half would be blown extravagantly on stupid shit I don’t need but really want (and also I’d give a bunch to family and friends and to charity, I’m not a total asshole).

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?Yes, and yes. It means you get hurt more often, but it kinda makes things easier.

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.Dear Earl, you’re not gonna believe this, but I’m you from 21 years in the future. Listen: don’t waste time pining over Leah or Connie or Katie, it’s not worth it. When you finish high school, learn a skilled trade. Don’t mess things up like I did. Try not to be a disappointment to your mom, and tell her you love her. Most importantly, get organized, manage your time, and DON’T PROCRASTINATE. Sincerely, you, but with more experience.

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?I’m… definitely not punk lol. I’m not really pastel, either, though.

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.I like them to a point. Just… don’t go overboard and you’re fine.

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?Nope! Mostly due to the fact that society looks down upon masculine-presenting people wearing makeup, but partly also because I have no idea what would look good on my gross face. :P

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.Well, I mean, Sithu Aye has absolutely been a very positive force in my life ever since I discovered him about a year ago. Please give him a listen, he makes the happiest metal music in the world (without the disgusting vocals!). You can get his entire discography for 30 quid right now! What a steal!

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.“Please stop exploiting other people, the animals, and the earth, because if we keep going like this there’s not going to BE an earth much longer.”

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.Other than going to see our city’s symphony orchestra play, I’ve only ever been to a Marianas Trench concert (well, technically, I’ve been to 3 of them). The symphony shows are always amazing but the Trench shows were a total blast. What a great band to see live. I’m actually wearing a shirt I got at their last concert right now!

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?I want to receive a letter from the Queen, signed also by the Governor-General and the Prime Minister, authorizing me to do whatever the hell I want for the rest of my life, as long as I’m in Canada.

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?Well, I’m sitting at a desk right now, and it’s a disaster. I have a desk at work as well, which is a bit more organized, but still quite a mess lol.

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?Browse tumblr until it’s way past my bedtime, brush my teeth while either browsing tumblr some more or reading manga on my phone, crawl into bed and become unconscious for usually no more than 6 hours. Ugh.

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?Nothing, really. My dad and I are pretty chill with each other and I don’t think there’s any secrets I’d want to keep from him (not that I’m going to go telling him everything though, haha). And, well, it’s not like my mom can find out anything she hadn’t already known, so… :x

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?If I HAD to? I’d go with some crazy cool colour like purple or blue. I’d style it the same way it is now, which is that I towel it off after a shower and flatten out any parts that stick up. Actually, if I had purple hair, I probably wouldn’t even do that. :P

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?My wife, my daughter, my IRL friend Ashley, and my tumblr friends Cody and Rachel (yes, you, Rachel). We’d go to a farm just outside town and pick strawberries, and then we’d all have a nice picnic in a field somewhere.

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.-infinite money (should be obvious why)-a hammerspace bag (should also be obvious)-your freedom, Genie (because I’m not a butt)

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.Hmm, I’d have to say the mad scientist costume I did when I was in university. I wore my lab coat from chem lab, I styled my hair to stick straight up from my head (and used this weird hair spray paint stuff to make it silver), and I would burst into rooms going “BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?I don’t think I’ve ever done anything really awful while drunk or high. I mean, I don’t normally get drunk/high enough to the point where I start doing truly stupid things. I guess the worst was that time my friend Cory and I split a 26er of vodka between us in the span of like… half an hour, and then we proceeded to smoke a joint of nothing but kief with a bunch of other people. I got WAY too wasted and ended up throwing up on the floor of the guy’s dining room (and afterwards was still too wasted to clean up after myself, so someone did it for me).

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?There are a lot of things I would never do for a million dollars. Intentionally harming a sentient creature would probably be at the top of the list though.

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?I’d pick the song one, because there are too many people in my life that I love too much to never see them again. (The song I pick would almost undoubtedly be Oceania by Sithu Aye.)

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.Of course! I’ve done it so many times now, I BETTER know what it’s like! To me, falling in love with someone means that you put their own happiness and well-being before your own. It means you want to spend all your time with them, and knowing you wouldn’t get tired of them. Realizing all this about someone is quite exhilirating, and a little scary.

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?I feel like I would have when I was younger, but now, hmmm… now I’m at an age where I don’t think I could “rock” anything anymore! XD

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?Grande cafe latte with coconut milk. Honestly I’d trust any of my vegan friends to order me something I’d like.

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?My daughter. I want to make sure she grows up to be a better person than I am. If she grows up to be a better person than her mother, I’ll be pretty astonished, but also extremely proud. She is my life right now. :3

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Hey bud! I'm still creating my world and I've decided to make a Worldblog to archive what I've got so far. Not everything is on there (and I haven't been able to work on the world as much as I'd like), as I'm a little busy (and art blocked), but I was wondering if you could go have a look at my magic system so far? If you're too busy that's fine, but I'd like to know what you think! It's split into three parts. The blog name is ilimyr, to find it easier go on to /tagged/magic

Sure thing!

It looks like you’ve put a lot of thought into this system, and really thought through the rules and mechanics of it. There’s an “anything is possible” vibe to it, but enough rules so that one character isn’t able to do everything, which is vital to a magic system that won’t destroy the tension and conflict in a story. In no particular order, here are some things to think about (not things that are wrong, just things I had questions about and things that may impact your story):

A person is born with an affinity or two toward using a specific element, and how long they can maintain that spell, or the power of the spell is dependent on how much mana they have available within themselves when they cast it. Makes sense. That’s a very typical magic system; your audience is going to pick that up very easily. Now, the actual spell basically turns them into a conduit for the various gods who are the gatekeepers of the element(s) they call on, at least that’s what I’m gathering. Moreover, you say that because of the reverence toward the gods that the Eldrin give when casting, the gods grant their spells more power (though short-lived because of their natural mana stores being smaller). Make sure you keep in mind that your gods are real. They aren’t figments of people’s imaginations to cope with the world; they are real and they have the ability to meddle. They’re also not stand-off-ish. They do interfere. They do show favor. They do get involved when it comes to casting. So is it possible for a god to not appreciate a caster’s attitude and not grant them the element to cast with? Consider the implications that come with your gods granting power--do they do that with individuals they really like or who use their magic for cool things? Do they show favoritism toward certain attitudes and can someone from another race other than the Eldrin be granted that extra power? Can an irreverent Eldrin not be given that extra power? Just think about that some. You don’t have to come to a decision or change anything, but it could be an interesting dynamic to play with.

The Lyth and Eldrin learn only the written versions of their magics’ languages, while the Avian learn the spoken language. You say in the last paragraph of the first post, “[Avians] are the only Vari’zaians that can recognize them,” them being the language(s), I guess. I like the idea of the Avians using sound to cast--it goes with the bird-thing, somehow. Do you mean in that line that only Avians recognize the sounds and syllables that make up the languages? It makes sense that if the other two races only know what the syllables look like in writing, then they wouldn’t know how to say them; and it would be true of the reverse, that the Avians wouldn’t recognize them when written. So your you have a language barrier built in here. If your Avians saw a spell written out by a Lyth caster on the battlefield, they wouldn’t know what was being cast. That would be interesting to play with if you were inclined. Not only that, but Eldrin can “form the spells in their minds,” right? So what they’re really doing is just picturing the written letters of the spell. When I do that for languages I don’t speak, I make up how it’s said; I do that for words I don’t really know how to pronounce, too. Imagine for a moment that the language sounds different to every single Eldrin, and imagine them all sitting around doing the whole, “Is that how you say that?” and in the end none of them are actually right. You hint that the Avians keep the knowledge of the spoken language to themselves, particularly the Lyth. Why? What happens when a caster knows both and uses both written and spoken language to cast?

Your definition of magical exhaustion is good. I like how much you’ve thought about it. Remember that if magical exhaustion induces physical and mental exhaustion, they’ll be dealing with those symptoms, too, like muscle aches and severe fatigue and headaches and all those kinds of things. You included dizziness, nausea, loss of consciousness, and heart attack. Those are good. Don’t forget smaller symptoms, too. The weakened immune system makes 100% sense since that also comes from physical and mental exhaustion, so well done. I think you could expand on what will replenish mana. Right now, it’s more or less just eating or having a friend with access to lightning magic channel lightning into you. What else can they do? What else do they need to do? Even if it’s as simple as sleep for twelve hours, write that down. What is the treatment here other than a good meal, and how long does it take to regain a full mana reserve?

Your element match-ups mostly make sense. I can see where they all come from. There are some things I don’t necessarily understand, but I think it would clarify in the storytelling. One thing I want to bring up is your Fire > Air absolute defeat. I understand the other two, of course. And while I can see you’re going for the whole “fire consumes air,” fire also can’t exist without air, so if the caster used their air magic to remove the air from the area, it would completely defeat fire. I’m not saying it needs to be reversed, but I don’t think it would be an absolute defeat mechanic. You can play with that however you want, though. If you want to keep it, that’s fine, no biggie. Just something to think about.

The “other abilities” for each element are undefined by element according to your key, if I’m reading that correctly? I’m not sure how that can be, since they all seem pretty tied in to the element they’re listed under. Does that just mean that a character who has an affinity for that element but isn’t particularly trained in it can still do those abilities but not the main ability?

In terms of mana reserves and things like “ability to withstand extreme temperatures,” and abilities like that, is that a passive ability from an affinity, or is that a concentrated spell that anyone who’s trained themselves in that element can use? If it’s a concentrated spell that has to be cast, how much mana does it take? How fast does it drain a person, and how long is the “typical” caster able to maintain it?

Okay, now, life and death magic. Makes sense. Now, you say that it’s not public knowledge that they can be used together, and a person with a life affinity cannot use death magic, and the other way around. Makes more sense. You also say that magic can be combined through the combined efforts of two casters to create your extra elements. That is common knowledge, that two casters can work together to form magics they individually either don’t have an affinity for or haven’t trained in. Do you really think that in a world where casters are able to combine their powers, that somebody out there wouldn’t have nudged their friend as a teenager and said, “Hey, wanna see what happens if--” and figured out that yes, you can combine life and death magics? Not only that, but you have soul magic down in your list of elements created through the combination of other elements, and soul magic was defined in part one as the combination of life and death magic. So it’s not unknown that people can do this. Especially when you say that Changelings use emotion magic, which is listed as soul magic, which would be the combination of life and death magic, which can’t be combined by a single individual but must be through the combination of two people, using your own definitions. If that’s the case, then you’re good to go for the most part. I just don’t think that people would be clueless to the ability to combine the two if those soul magic abilities are known.

Okay, that’s it. That’s all the things that came to me as I was reading through. You have a great system! And I think as people read it in action, it’ll make a lot of sense and they’ll pick it up very quickly. You shouldn’t have issues with its functionality, just remember to take it into consideration with your plot. You have a lot of options and opportunities in there to play with the “technicalities” in your plot and in character development, too. Good luck! -Pear