#epel filmier

[squidwen]

TWST Scenario #3

Vil: If you bothered to make an effort with your appearance maybe you wouldn’t look like a potato.

MC: Sound advice coming from the man who dyed his hair to resemble a turnip.

Vil: *cracks his knuckles*

MC: *rolls up their sleeves*

Rook: Roi du Poison! Trickster! Please, there’s no need for this violence-

MC: Not now, lampshade.

Rook: *nocks an arrow*

Epel, from a safe distance: Fight! Fight! Fight!

[twstddream]

you 🤝 me

being epel

now help me build an army of epels

We're all gonna get cool leather jackets and drink fruit juice on the edge of a roof while watching the sunset

[squidwen]

🐺♥️Guardian Angels Classmates🍎♠️⚡️

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Requested by @hanafubukki

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Summary: After spilling a potion onto the uniform of a Pomefiore student, you just signed your death warrant.

Cornered and beaten, he and his Savanaclaw cronies show no signs of showing you any mercy. But when help does arrive, is it enough to save you?

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The walls were cold in the corner you’d been backed into. You felt so terrified, so helpless, so panicked. Every cell in your body ignited with adrenaline and screamed for you to run, but you couldn’t. Frozen to the spot was your body, your mind silently pleading for this all to just stop.

“Il me semble que notre souris a peur,” said the Pomefiore student. The two beastman Savanaclaws behind him snickered. You were by no means fluent in French, but you did know that ‘souris’ meant ‘mouse’ and your nerves spiked; the sharp canines of your company making you feel minuscule.

“Look,” you said, trying to keep your voice level, “I’m sorry for spilling that potion onto your uniform. Someone knocked my elbow, which made me drop the test tube rack and-“

The Pomefiore pinched your lips closed.

“P’rhaps this runt don’t yet know how things work ‘round here?” said a Savanaclaw.

“It’s one thing to have no magic,” said the other, “but another thing to have no manners.”

Suddenly, pain burst from your abdomen and you doubled over. “I couldn’t have phrased it better myself.” The Pomefiore had kneed you in the stomach. Colours seemed to lose their clarity as the taste of blood and bile rose in your throat. “Who do you think you are?” He kneed you again. “Coming to our world, our school, trying to learn our ways? You have no class, no style. You make us look weak.”

The Savanaclaws drew closer, cracking their knuckles. “Yeah. We can’t have runts like you making us look bad. Not when RSA remains undefeated for ninety-nine years.”

As low as it was, you wanted to beg them to stop. Two blows were all it took to fill you with so much agony you felt ill. You knew you wouldn’t be able to take much more, but the men didn’t seem content on stopping. The Pomefiore’s bony kneecap kept you pinned to the wall at a perfect angle for him to bring his fist down onto your back.

But the blow never came.

The student was thrown back, a wailing blur of indigo and white, as you crumpled to the floor, gripping your sides. Breathing was a challenge. Air didn’t seem to want to enter your lungs no matter how many times you opened and closed your mouth.

“Nicely done, Epel!” said a familiar voice. You tried to crane your neck up to see who it was, but a pair of hands – no, two pairs of hands – gripped your arms and hoisted you up roughly. You grunted with pain. The Savanaclaws’ held you between them. You felt a degree of satisfaction seeing their eyes so wild with shock, but twice as much relief at seeing who was in front of you.

Ace and Deuce were standing side by side, their magic pens at the ready. Epel was behind them, pointing his own pen at his fellow Pomefiore.

“How dare you raise a hand to me, Felmier!” he shrieked, ogling his creased uniform. “When I tell Monsieur Schoenheit-“

“He ain’t gonna be too pleased t’hear ye’ve been bullyin’ people,” spat Epel, slipping back into his country tongue. “Ain’t mighty graceful of ya.”

The Pomefiore pursed his lips, but there was something in how his body went rigid that communicated his defeat.

Meanwhile, Ace and Deuce hadn’t flinched. “Take your hands off (Y/N),” Ace said sternly.

The Savanaclaws only grinned. They had made you their shield. Still holding on tight to your arms, they grabbed the nape of your neck and throat, ensnaring you in a collar of fingers. “Try anything and we do some real damage-”

“You wouldn’t know real damage if it punched you in the ribs,” said a voice from behind you.

Suddenly, the Savanaclaws went staggering forwards, clutching their torsos tightly with pained expressions.

“Or maybe you would?”

You had recovered enough from the Pomefiore’s attack to stay standing, but Jack, built like a bulldozer, almost knocked you over as he leapt from the shadows. Despite it being two to one, he easily defended himself against the smaller beastmen. A few further blows to the chest and stomach and the pair of them fled, tails between their legs, dragging their Pomefiore comrade behind them.

Once their footsteps had receded into nothing, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. That was until Sebek burst from around the corner, yelling his head off.

“Human!” he cried. “Trust you to get yourself into a fix while I’m on duty!” He had a roll of bandages clenched in his fist. Upon seeing you standing on your own two feet, he ground to a halt and clenched his teeth. “And for what? You seem fine!”

“No thanks to you, cabbage,” said Ace.

“You missed all the fun,” added Deuce.

Jack turned to you and eyed you up and down. You didn’t have a speck of blood on you, but he could tell from how you were slightly hunched over that you had sustained a blow to the midsection. “Does it hurt if I press here?” he asked, prodding your lower ribs gently.

“Yes!” you seethed.

He hummed to himself thoughtfully. “It could be a broken rib.”

“A broken rib!” exclaimed Sebek. “From a twig like that student! I’ve fought in many sparring tournaments with opponents far stronger than him and barely got a bruise.”

“That’s because yer half fae, Sebek,” sighed Epel. “Ya heal faster and’re sturdier than us. And besides, this ain’t about you.”

They all turned to you. Your forehead creased with discomfort as Jack hooked his hand under your back and hoisted you into his arms. However, you were relieved to not have to walk to the infirmary, and Jack’s strides were long and steady. You hardly felt any pain at all.

“What was their problem anyway?”asked Deuce. He still had a hold of his magic pen. “When you didn’t show up for a study session in the library we got worried. Never would have imagined you’d be in a situation like that. Good thing we all came to look for you.”

“I accidentally spilt a potion on the Pomefiore’s uniform,” you said. “And I suppose the… ‘usual problems’, too.”

“Usual problems?” asked Epel.

You bit your lip. Why did you say that? You didn’t want to tell these guys you had once again been victimised for your magiclessness. Appearing weak was never something you wanted to do, especially before your friends whom you wanted to make a good impression on. You were already physically wounded, even a bit emotionally; you didn’t want your pride to be damaged either.

Your face must have told a thousand stories because Ace nudged your shoulder. “Spill, prefect. Now.”

“Oh, I don’t know!” Your exclamation sent pain rocketing through your chest, making you wince. “I just…I don’t know why people are so bent on shaming me for being magicless.”

“Simple,” said Sebek. “It’s a sign of weakness, lack of potential, and-“

“Sebek!” snapped Epel.

Deuce sighed, a sympathetic smile on his face. “In all honesty, I think it’s jealousy more than anything else.”

“Who’d be jealous of having no magic?” you asked.

“What I mean is, some people had to work for years to get into this school, and all you did was show up.”

“True,” added Ace. “But I’d say the deeds you do for Crowley make you earn your place here. Besides, why should you have to use magic when you have us five to use it for you whenever there’s trouble?”

“Trappola is correct,” said Sebek. “Although I prefer to use my magic to serve the young master, I am indeed now bound by my duty as your friend to protect you.”

Seeing the five of them all dote on you like this made your heart swell. It reminded you of the sleepover (click link) you had shared, how they had pledged themselves to watch over you like brothers for the duration of your stay in Twisted Wonderland. You couldn’t deny your first-year posse was beginning to feel a bit like a family, and you resolved that regardless of how harsh others treated you, you would always have these five to fall back on.

“Hey, Epel,” said Ace, a mischievous glint in his eye. “If that Pomefiore is so precious about his clothes getting ruined, how about mixing up the Dorm laundry so that his shirts get put in with the red jumpers your mum made us all for Christmas?”

“My mum poured her heart and soul into those jumpers!” said Epel.

“Oh come on! He so deserves it.”

Epel smirked. “I didn’t say no.”

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Author note: Thank you for reading x please do send in asks/requests for what I should do next. I always love inspiration.

[squidwen]

🎵There were seven in the bed, and the homesick one said...🎵

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Summary: You’re hosting a sleepover for your first-year gang and want everything to be perfect. With food, comfy beds and good friends, what’s not to like?

But when a bout of homesickness grips you, you fear the gathering is ruined when you have to be excused to calm down.

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You had been running around like a headless chicken all afternoon in preparation for a sleepover with your first year comrades.

Ramshackle’s lounge was decidedly the best place to host it. It was the only space large enough to comfortably fit six beds, and it had been dusted and swept within an inch of its life. The ghosts had been a godsend. Whilst you had attacked the room with your broom, they made the beds. Mattresses and duvets were hauled downstairs from the bedrooms, along with enough pillows to accommodate an army. You had to stifle a laugh as you heard the ghosts whine. They had forgotten that material things couldn’t faze through the wall like them, and clearly weren’t too pleased about having to lug the required stuff down the stairs and through multiple doors.

Sam the shopkeeper had been delighted to see you - or more specifically, your wallet. No good sleepover was without snacks, and you made sure to buy as big a variety as you could afford with the pittance Crowley paid you each week. Sam’s shadow took your shadow by the arm and dragged you up to multiple shelves, eagerly trying to entice you to spend every penny you owned.

You decided you wanted healthy things like carrot sticks - that Sebek would approve of and Vil wouldn’t scold Epel for eating. You assumed Jack might like beef jerky, since he was part wolf, and also bought lots of chocolate and crisps...and tuna. Grim said he’d have to join too, since he was also a host.

You rolled your eyes when he said it.

He didn’t contribute any help when setting up for the evening, yet still expected to eat and lounge and chat.

Typical, you thought. But Grim was Grim.

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Before long, it was evening. The lights were dimmed low, perfect for relaxing; bowls of food were laid out beside the beds, and you were already dressed in your pyjamas. The ghosts had found them laying in a trunk in the attic, and after a good wash to get all the dust and dirt off them, they actually felt wonderfully soft.

“Why do they call it a slumber party,” began Grim, trying to tear the nightcap you’d given him off his head with his hind legs, “when the last thing you wanna do is sleep?”

You shrugged. “That’s not always the case,” you said. “If the hosts aren’t good then the guests want nothing more than to sleep.” A wave of worry washed over you. Your eyes darted to the beds, the bowls and the rest of the living room. “I just hope we’re not that type of host.”

“The Great Grim won’t settle for a shoddy party. They’ll be singing my praises for years to come after tonight.”

Suddenly, you started laughing. Parties? Great? You couldn’t help but be reminded of something. “No offence, but I don’t think the Great Grim has anything on the Great Gatsby when it comes to parties! Where’s your Rolls Royce? And your pool? And your endless bars of booze? All we’ve got are some little bowls of treats and a floor of futons. You can barely hold a candle to the Great Jay Gatsby of West Egg...”

Grim gazed at you as though you’d lost your mind.

“N-Never mind,” you fumbled.

The doorbell rang.

You sighed with relief.

Leaping up, you skidded into the entrance hallway and lay your hand on the door handle. This was it. You’d never hosted a get together with these guys before. You had to make sure they had a blast, or at least didn’t feel awkward or ignored. But how was that going to be easy? They were all so different. It’d be hard to play to all their interests at once.

But you couldn’t let that sway you. They were on the other side of the door, so it was too late to call it off.

Taking a deep breath, you turned the handle and threw the door open.

“Evening, Sleeping Beauties!” you exclaimed, forcing a beaming smile onto your face. You regretted those words as soon as they left your lips. Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel and Sebek all ogled at you. They were dressed in pyjamas, some with sleep masks pulled up onto their foreheads.

Epel started snickering. “Our prefect is a weird one,” he said, but didn’t mean it rudely. “And urgh....please don’t tell me this sleepover is gonna involve actual ‘beauty’ stuff. If I have to be forced to wear one more face mask, or pluck my eyebrows, Imma run away.”

Sebek crossed his arms and huffed. His glower was steely, but he couldn’t be taken too seriously since he had bunny slippers on. “Beauty is like strength - everyone is born with potential, but it’s hard to maintain. You mustn’t slack when taking care of yourself. Presentation is pivotal.”

Epel turned to Jack for aid, but the wolf just nodded.

Jack wore a short-sleeved t-shirt that made the moonlight dribble off his biceps, accentuating the product of months of training.

From the back of the group, you distinctly heard Ace cough. “So...are we planning on sleeping under the stars tonight, or are we going to spend the night in Ramshackle?”

Your shoulders tensed. You were already off to a bad start.

“Oh, of course, come in. Come in.” You stepped to the side to allow the group to pass. “Just head on through to the living room. Everything’s set up.”

“Woah!” exclaimed Ace as soon as he saw the beds and food. “This is deluxe. Chocolate? And sweets?”

You chuckled. “No one’s going to have a hypoglycaemic attack on my watch.”

Epel shook his head. “So weird.”

“They are factual, Mr Felmier,” Sebek shot back. “One must keep their sugar levels stable. It is simply strategic of (Y/N) to offer a varied spread of food for this evening.” Epel crossed his arms, not too pleased to be shot-down twice.

Your heart fluttered with relief, praising your past self for deciding to buy as much as you could. You’d probably regret it later when you had to buy something important, but for now you were just concentrating on this sleepover going well.

“Oh, that reminds me,” said Sebek, reaching into his dressing gown pocket. “Master Lilia insisted I deliver a gift to the host. As is customary. I bring face cloths infused with lavender, perfect to calm oneself before bed. I hope you will accept them.”

Sebek gave a small bow as he presented a bundle of lilac cloths tied together with a black ribbon. You didn’t move at first, shocked by the gesture, but accepted them with a smile nonetheless.

The four other guests looked awkward. You supposed they hadn’t brought you anything. But then Ace and Deuce stepped forward with a small bag of biscuits. “These aren’t as good as what Sebek has,” said Deuce.

Ace rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “And we didn’t even make them. Trey wasn’t looking and-“

Deuce nudged him in the ribs to shut him up. You started laughing and took them graciously. “We can have them with the rest of the snacks,” you said, reaching for an empty bowl. “Trey’s a sorcerer when it comes to pastries and desserts.”

Suddenly, Grim emerged from underneath your futon duvet and started weaving between Jack and Epel’s legs. “And what about you two?” he said, stepping on their feet meaningfully. “You aren’t rude enough to not bring a gift, are ya?”

The two boys stared at the floor.

“We can bring something tomorrow,” said Jack, not meeting your eyes.

“As a belated gift,” added Epel.

Your hands went to your hips and you cocked your head back. “So weird,” you said, mimicking Epel’s voice. “It’s custom to bring a gift. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.”

Jack and Epel bowed. Sebek, Ace, Deuce and Grim shook their heads.

“Sorry, (Y/N),” said Epel. “W-We can leave if you want-“

He was cut off by the sound of your giggles. Jack and Epel looked up at you for the first time, confused.

“Guys,” you said, nodding over to their beds. “I’m joking. Make yourselves comfortable. I threw this sleepover for you, not for the gifts you’d bring. Breathe.”

The boys eyed each other, an embarrassed blush on their cheeks, but eventually nodded and made their way over to their futons.

Grim didn’t look too pleased with you.

“We could’ve gotten a few cans of tuna out of them if you’d pressed harder,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “If you want to watch people get swindled then go to the Monstro Lounge. I’m sure Azul would love to show you how it’s done.”

Grim suddenly seemed to remember when he signed a contract with the sly cecaelia, failed to hold up his end of the bargain, and was made a servant at the Lounge.

He quickly shook his head.

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The evening went by smoothly. The seven of you mostly sat up to speak about whatever was new around school, or whatever was interesting. Sebek, naturally, sung Malleus’s praises until Ace and Deuce changed the subject to something all of you could chat about. Your families.

Sebek didn’t seem too put-out. After all, Malleus, Lilia and Silver were like honorary family to him, so he still went on about Malleus whenever he could.

Epel’s face lit up when he began to talk about the apple farm. You watched as his duvet shifted, his legs seeming to dart from left to right with excitement. He spoke in such detail about the orchards and his grandmother. Apparently, he had hardly interacted with people his age before coming to NRC. You wondered if this was his first sleepover, and noticed how the chocolates were almost gone because he’d been picking at them relentlessly all night. Not being near Vil seemed like a good excuse to gorge and relax.

Deuce spoke about how he wanted to make his mother proud after his mishaps in middle school, and Ace and Jack spoke about mostly their siblings.

It was nice to hear about these boys outside of the school setting. You had mostly just known the college, and it had been your world for all the months you had been stuck in Twisted Wonderland. You hadn’t been able to visualise your first-year gang having lives external to NRC, so this was a huge eye-opener to you.

“What about you, (Y/N)?” asked Deuce. His hands were cupping his jaw as he lay on his stomach. “What’re your loved ones like?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but suddenly felt your chest grow tight. Images of your home flashed through your mind. Your family, friends, where you lived, what you used to do; it all came crashing out of your memory and swept around your mind like a tornado. They were happy memories - mostly - so, why did you feel so melancholic? Like you’d lost something you’d never get back?

Something gentle suddenly brushed across your cheek.

You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed a tear escape your eye. Grim had reached up and gotten rid of it.

The rest of your group were staring at you with worry. Your cheeks flushed red.

“O-Oh, sorry,” you said, peeling your covers back. “I think those lavender cloths have...have set off my hay fever? Yeah...I’m awfully sensitive. L-Lemme just go wash my face.”

The boys let you go without another word.

Once you were safely in the hallway, you bolted for the bathroom, hands cupping your dripping face. Your heart ached like someone had reached into your ribcage and twisted it. You missed your home so much. You wished beyond all wishing that you were merely attending a boarding school like all the other students and could simply hop on a train or broomstick and be with your family again. But instead you were like an alien, stranded on a distant planet with only a thin hope of getting home resting on Dire Crowley’s research.

You felt suspended, sick with apprehension. What if it wasn’t possible for you to go home? What if Crowley hit a brick wall and broke it to you that you were stuck in Twisted Wonderland?

Never again would you admire the scenery of your country, or eat your favourite foods or read books by your favourite authors, or anything like that.

After locking the bathroom door behind you, you sat on the closed toiled seat and wept into your pyjamas.

Unbeknownst to you, Grim had quietly followed you and had pressed his ear up against the door. His big blue eyes filled with tears as he listened to you cry, not knowing what to do or how to comfort you.

“Get over yourself, (Y/N),” you said to yourself, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. A cracked mirror hung on the wall beside you and you stared into it, biting your lip. The tears kept coming, but now they were angry as well as sad; angry at how you were behaving. “So many people don’t have what you have,” you spat. “And you’re so lucky to have wound up in a world with a roof over your head, with food and water, and decent people as friends. Great people as friends. Yeah, that’s right, Grim. I think you’re pretty great, alright.”

Grim smirked smugly, but was tempted to bolt from the door - thinking you knew he was there, - but you kept talking to yourself.

“And you’ve ruined a conversation that was totally innocent. I wouldn’t be surprised if you made your guests feel so awkward they’ve already left.”

At that, you decided to wash your face and make it seem as though you truly had hay fever. Turning back to the mirror, you flashed your brightest smile and unlocked the door. Grim had already left. You had no clue he was even there, and so you made your way back to the living room with your head held high.

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“Ruddy pollen,” you said as you opened the door. “You could break both my legs, kill my pet and tell me I failed all my exams and I still wouldn’t cry as much as I do when it comes to my hay fever.”

You closed the door and spun around, smile still on your face. You were determined to salvage what you could of your chat, even with a face puffy and red.

Grim lay on your pillow and furrowed his brow. The other five boys didn’t look too chipper either. You noticed how they had pulled their covers back and seemed as though they were ready to get up and leave. No one spoke.

You felt dread pool in your gut.

Suddenly, Ace got up. His face was unreadable as he walked over to you. You sighed with defeat and moved aside so he could get to the door. You were almost tempted to make him take the biscuits with him back to Heartslabyul. Some host you were.

But then you felt two strong arms close around you and hold you tightly.

You were completely taken aback.

Sebek started speaking from the floor. “Those cloths were infused with lavender perfume,” he said. “There’s not a speck of pollen anywhere. We know you don’t have hay fever.”

You tensed.

Grim padded over to you and curled around your left leg comfortingly.

“The hairy gremlin told us everything,” said Ace. You could tell he was trying to keep his words brief, and you could already feel his hold loosening. He wasn’t good at comfort or being gushy. You were tempted to nudge Grim off your leg for eavesdropping on you, but instead you let out a long sigh.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. “I’m just feeling homesick. Nothing to kick up a fuss about.”

Ace took your wrist and brought you back to your bed. You were blushing like a cherry.

“Honestly, guys, it’s fine,” you said. “It just gets to me now and again. Let’s not let it ruin our evening.”

“(Y/N)?” said Epel, tilting his head to the side. “Do you really think you’re ‘lucky’?”

You were confused.

“Do you really think you’re not allowed to be upset about waking up in a random place, with no magic, no connections while being forced to live in a glorified tip?” His eyes darted around the room, gesturing to the peeling wallpaper of Ramshackle and holed floorboards. You shrugged.

“I couldn’t imagine not being with my brother and sister again,” said Jack. Your started welling up again. The wolf beastman grit his teeth at the sight and quickly placed his hand on your head. You sniffed, but didn’t brush him off. “N-Not that I’m saying you won’t see your family again,” he said.

“I imagine the uncertainty is undesirable,” said Sebek.

You nodded. “A bit.”

The room went silent for a while, and the boys shared a look of united sorrow for you. You were weak - no magic - and pretty much enslaved by Crowley while he very, very slowly worked on a way to send you home. It was a gentle torture.

Just then, Jack used his unique magic to turn himself into a giant wolf and paced over to you. He laid down beside you and rested his head on your lap as his body cushioned your back. You thought his unique magic was brilliant, and you instinctively reached up to stroke his head. He stared up at you with wide eyes, tail flicking up to wipe away a tear.

Epel propped himself up on Jack next to you, followed by Ace and Deuce who flopped over his fluffy back, and finally Sebek sat to your other side.

You didn’t want to look at any of them, too ashamed of your swollen face.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” said Deuce. “How about we all be your honorary brothers while you’re here?”

Your head tilted up to him in disbelief, no longer caring about how you looked.

Sebek bolted upright. “What!” he exclaimed. “That’s not what I thought we had come to. I can’t be saddled with another Silver!”

Ace reached down to jab him on the collarbone. Sebek shot him a seething glare, and Ace returned it, gesturing to you with his eyes.

Eventually, Sebek’s gaze darted to you; took in your sorrowful face and weak little smile, and relented. “Fine,” he said. “But we’re not on the level of trusting each other with our lives just yet, and no sibling of mine won’t learn how to use a sword. I hope you know what you’re signing up for.”

Your heart swelled. “Really?” you breathed.

Grim leapt up onto shoulder and nuzzled against your cheek. “Well, I’m still your master,” he said. Your tears were no longer sad or angered. Instead they ran down your face like gleeful dewdrops. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You had no idea these boys would even consider thinking of you like family.

“Very well then,” you eventually managed to croak out, sitting up to look at them all. The smile on your face could have rivalled Chen’ya’s. “As your honorary kin I will make it my duty to be as annoying and lovably hateable as I can.”

“Amen to that,” said Deuce.

You noted how his tone was sleepy. Jack’s fur was remarkably soft and Epel was already dozing, a lazy smile on his face.

You let yourself succumb to sleep, too.

Perhaps you could learn to see Twisted Wonderland as a home as well. As you drifted off, you pictured seeing the boys’ hometowns and making memories with them. You hadn’t felt so welcome, so at peace, in months.

Things would be different now. But you knew, no matter what, things would also be pretty great, too.

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Author’s Note: 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I loved writing this! I found it so cute ;;

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I’m still working on True Hatred’s Kiss. Only a few parts left to go. So don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about it :)