#still swamped in homework but as you know if i don't make anything for my beloved gays i will shrimply faint away

[goldenfox3]

Take my hand (take my whole life too)

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 9, Part 3

In this part Reece swings by to visit Deanna and Kelly throws his final child sleepover.

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Devin: But why are you going to make nectar

Calista: I’m a maker cara, I like to create. Plus we’re Italian. If there’s an opportunity to make nectar, how could we not embrace it

Devin: Well sure but do you really have to stomp in it

Calista: If you want it done authentically, si

Devin: Do you like… wash your feet first

Calista: Si but the acidity of the juice and the fermentation kills anything troubling

Devin: Well if you give me any it better have gone through extra fermentation

*doorbell*

Paris: I’ll grab it

…

Paris: Reece! Come in. Deanna is pretty busy with coursework but I’m here

Reece: Oh right! We’re doing different majors, I forgot the programme she wanted to get into was starting this week

Paris: Yeah she’s swamped but she’s bound to take a break in the next hour. How have you been

Reece: *smiles* Happy. What about you?

Paris: Still waiting for inspiration for the future

Reece: What do you mean

Paris: Why are you doing a biology degree

Reece: Me? Well I love nature

Paris: So you’re not just doing it because your sisters did it

Reece: *somewhat offended* No Paris, I’m not. I’m capable of making my own decisions

Paris: How did you pick it? I’m not trying to be snarky, honest, I just don’t know how critical thinking works

Reece: Oh. I thought about what I like, what I enjoy, who I am. Biology seemed the best path forward

Reece: But higher education isn’t for everyone. Like my sister-in-law doesn’t have a degree, neither does my sisters fiancé. And who knows if Samir will ever feel like studying

Deanna: What are we talking about

Reece: How we picked degrees. Let me guess, you looked in to the eyes of a robot and “knew”

Deanna: Come here you goof, I’ve not seen you in ages

Reece: I’m a genius actually, I just be a goof because I know you like comedy

Deanna: I am taking a comedy elective

Reece: Shut up, you are not

Devin: She needs something to break up the big brain classes

Deanna: There’s far more pre homework than I realised

Reece: You’ll handle it, you’re a problem solver

Deanna: Not always. Devin, you want to tell the story about-

Devin: YES. So there we were, a teen and her two kid siblings, berated by the constant crying of our newborn brother. When he finally fell asleep ma also had to sleep, and pa had an important case, so who was in charge of our dinner? The three of us

Devin’s story is of course filled with drama, chaos and problem solving so poor it leaves Reece speechless.

Paris: But you’re older now babe, you can make better decisions

Deanna: Maybe. I’ve got some free time now if you’d like to test out my decision making…

Reece: As an understander of innuendo I’m going to take my leave

Devin: Right behind you. Have fun you two, I’ll see you for family brunch

Kelly’s friends arrive at 5. Unfortunately the clouds are still hanging around so it’s hard to see the meal Aaron cooked for them.

Fergus: Is this chicken

Kelly: Of course it’s chicken, the roast is right there

Anya: Will we watch a movie tonight

Chasity: I want to do more scary stories

Drake: I’ve thought of one that’s going to blow your old one out of the water Kelly

Kelly: *scoffs* dream on

Atlas: Thanks for dinner Mrs York

Calista: Kelly’s pa cooked it but I will tell him you appreciated it

Calista: They’re movie watching, should be mostly quiet for a while

Aaron: Good. I need to do more cooking to get us through the week

Calista: I was thinking by Kelly’s birthday most of the plants should have sprouted. Maybe we should take the day off work and try out nectar making properly

Aaron: Sounds like a plan captain

Calista: *giggles* I’m going to go stargaze for a bit, if I can see anything through these clouds

Anya: Yes, a space one, they’re the best

Kelly: It’s called sci-fi ninny

Anya: Bite me

Atlas: Shh you lot, I want to watch

Chasity: You did put on the subtitles right

Kelly: I did

Drake: I hate subtitles

Kelly: Well I hate your face and I survive seeing it

Fergus: Chin up Drake, it’s good manners to make sure everyone can understand what the characters are saying

Chasity: I do appreciate having them

Anya: We know Chasity, and I don’t mind them

The kids mostly quieten down as the film starts. Fergus pulls out a toy to play with mid movie but ends up bonking himself in the head.

Chasity: You okay Fergus

Fergus: Absolutely

Kelly: Maybe you have a concussion and you’ll die

Fergus: Then I’ll haunt your house

Kelly: Oh I’m pretty sure there’s already ghosts all around us, just waiting for the chance to possess us

Paris: Did you remember to eat

Deanna: Huh?

Paris: Did you have dinner while I was having a shower. Please tell me you didn’t go straight back to work

Deanna: *laughs* Don’t worry, dinner has been eaten

Paris: This is good. Your pa is a great cook

Deanna: Always says he picked up his skills traveling with ma but I think my nonna and nonno taught him a few tricks first

Paris: Well I’ll be watching some TV. When you’re ready to sleep come grab me okay

Deanna: Sounds good

Joey: What’s happening back here

Deanna: Shh! Studying

Joey: *whispers* hey ma

Calista: *whispers* caro, what are you doing here so late

Joey: I thought I’d crash Kelly’s sleepover again but he really didn’t want me this time

Aaron: No kidding. I went in to get a book I’d lost and he glared daggers at me until I left

Calista: It’s his last chance to meet his slumber party aspiration, it matters to him. Now Joey, are you bringing anyone to brunch *raises eyebrows*

Joey: No ma, I do not have a girlfriend I’m bringing to brunch

Calista: It doesn’t have to be a girlfriend, I know you don’t want one

Joey: Thanks but I don’t think my one night stands are the kind of women who enjoy a family brunch with a guy they just met

Inside the sleepover continues. The kids exchange banter now and then while the film runs but eventually it ends. At that point the scary stories start! Kelly has not prepared one this time but he enjoys listening to what the others think is scary, and periodically yelling interruptions to scare everyone. After the stories they put some kids pop on the stereo and have a dance battle. The sleepover reaches gold level and Kelly smiles at his success! (so does Bun Bun) Kelly has officially completed his childhood aspiration!

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[mydarllinglover]

SafeHouse || Twelve

Previous

It was the thirtieth of October.

The day of the arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

I didn't have a lot of time to worry about it, I was too swamped in Homework and catch up.

It wasn't just Adrian's homework that was multiplying, all my professors were tripling mine as well, for preparation of our O.W.Ls even though we won't be taking them until Fifth year.

So far I had been late to five lessons and slept through two, in only two months.

I hadn't much time to see anyone really, is this what it felt like for Hermione in Third year?

Walking into the Great Hall by myself I looked around the room at the decorations and banners representing each house.

I adverted my eyes to look at the Gryffindor table, Fred and George were hunched over something and separate from everyone else, this wasn't the first time I had seen them like this but it was still weird.

Ron was sat next to them, trying to see what they were doing.

"It's a bummer all right" George said to Fred, looking gloomy "But if he won't talk to us in person, we'll have to send him the letter after all. Or we'll stuff it into his hand, he can't avoid us for ever."

"Who's avoiding you?" Ron asked

"Wish you would" Fred glared at him, obviously annoyed at the interruption

"Whats a bummer?" I asked, sitting opposite them on the Gryffindor table

"Having nosy gits like you two for a brother and sister" George said.

"You don't have to be so mean" I told my older brothers "We're just curious, we could help" I shrugged

"You should be thankful to have such kind and generous siblings" Ron said

"You two got any ideas on the Triwizard Tournament yet?"  Harry asked them "Thought any more about trying to enter?"

"I asked McGonagall how the champions are chosen but she wasn't telling, She told me to shut up and get on with Transfiguring my Raccoon."

"Wonder what the tasks are gonna be, Keira, did your -friends- tell you anything?" Ron asked me

"Um, they don't really know either, but we have some rough ideas" I said

"You know, I bet we could do them, Harry, We've done dangerous stuff before..."

"Not in front of a panel of judges, you haven't" Fred told him "McGonagall says the Champions get awarded points according to how well they've done the tasks."

They continued talking about the Tournament, not even noticing when I left, but Adrian was calling me over

"Hi" I greeted him when I made my way over to the Slytherin table

"Hey babe, you got it all?" He put his hand out expectantly

"oh- yep- um here" I struggled with the pile before carefully handing it back

"Amazing, well Thanks to the other schools arriving I haven't got any for you, See ya Kelsie" He kissed me before dismissing me, making my heart feel a little heavier.

I turned to walk out, I could feel Five pairs of eyes watching me from the Gryffindor table, I smiled at them reassuringly before walking out The Great Hall for my first class.

It was soon the arrival of the other schools. and we were stood in the entrance hall in lines of our houses, Snape had ordered we stand alphabetically, cause hes a prick. But luckily I was stood in front of Blaise but Pansy was stood in front of me and behind Theo.

Of bloody course we were all separated by her.

"Wealsey! straighten your hat, and sort your hair" Snape snapped at me "Parkinson! fix your skirt!"

"Why you looking sir!" she said, putting her hands on her hips.

That shut him up.

"Can they bloody hurry up, I'm freezing" I said to Blaise, shivering

"You know, I heard somewhere that Creatures huddle together to keep warm" Theo said from behind me

"What the bloody hell are you doing, Parkinson's behind you"

"Yeah, well I got Drakey here to sweet talk her into letting us swap" He pointed his Thumb at Draco who was behind him

"Awe, Nott, I'm flattered, did you really miss me that much" I patted my chest

"Well considering we never see you anymore, cause you are too busy with the workload, that stupid club with Granger, and sleeping in" Draco said

"Shut up, Malfoy" I snapped at him

"There!" Yelled a sixth year, I'm pretty sure from Gryffindor, Grabbing all of our attention to look at the Forrest.

Beauxbatons Academy is here.

It was the familiar powder-blue carriage.

Please dont be here.

As it landed everyone pushed back to prevent getting trampled, I watched as Neville got pushed, resulting in him stepping on Adrian's foot. Aw poor Neville.

Wait, if you had to be seventeen and older to enter, that means it'll only be the older half of the school "lychee" so none of them will be there.  I thought to myself

My shoulders relaxed with relief.

"You good?" Draco was stood closer to me, he had bent down to talk in my ear over all the noise and excitement.

"Yeah, I'm great actually" I smiled, a genuine smile.

A boy had jumped down from the carriage, before unfolding a set of golden steps

"God I do not miss the uniform" I sighed "Pale Blue is not my colour!" I shook my head, Blaise chuckled from beside me.

"I can see it clashing with your hair" Theo said, twisting a strand of my bright hair around his finger

"No, my eyes" I said sarcastically "Their two different shades of blue"

"What in Merlin's left nutsack is that!" Draco pointed at Madame Maxime as she stepped out of the carriage

"Oh, shes the headmistress, she...has a huge character"

"She's huge alri- Ow, K what was that for!" Theo glared at me

"Don't be so rude" I said

"My dear Madame Maxime" Dumbledore said "Welcome to Hogwarts."

"Dumbly-dorr" Maxime said in her usual deep voice "I 'ope I find you well?"

"Dumbly-dorr" Theo imitated curtsying to Draco

"My dear giant" Draco bowed at him

"The both of you, quit it!" I snapped at them.

"Lads, take a look at them" Blaise slapped their backs before nodding at the Beauxbaton girls, who were dressed in the typical Pale Blue silk robes, shivering.

I eyed the guys as they stared, their jaws dropping, I'm pretty sure drawl was coming out

"Look at her" Theo pointed At A pale faced girl who had long blonde hair, all the girls were beautiful at Beauxbatons, it was like one of the things that were required to go, so you can only imagine how much more I would feel singled out with my Bright scarlet hair and Freckles. It was extremely rare to have anything but Dark and Light hair.

"What about her" Blaise pointed at a girl I recognised, Fleur Delacour, she was a high ranking student, and nearly everyone knew of her status and her being quarter Veela.

"Can you all stop, its annoying" I glared at the three

"Oh, yeah, because you have never crushed over people" Theo said

"Unless you dont count wood" Draco said

"Or Diggory"

"Or Potter-"

"I never liked Harry!" I cut Theo off

"'As Karkaroff arrived yet?" Maxime asked Dumbledore

"He should be here any moment, would you like to wait here and greet him or would you prefer to step inside and warm up a trifle?"

"Warm up, I think, But ze 'orses-"

"Our care of Magical Creatures teacher will be delighted to take care of them, the moment he has returned from dealing with a slight situation which has arisen with some of his other - er - charges"

"Oh, no, The skrewts!" I said

"I hope they all some how managed to blow each other up, so we dont have to deal with them any more" Draco muttered.

After Madame Maxime gave some orders for the horses, she led the Beauxbaton students into Hogwarts.

"Will the bloody Durmstrang lot hurry up before my fingers freeze off" I said through my teeth chattering, lifting my Red hands "I'm close to hypothermia"

Theo went to wrap his arms around me to warm up but there was a cough behind us

"Hands off my girl, Nott" Adrian said, but he didn't look annoyed, he was grinning, his eyes were on the Beauxbaton students as they walked in.

"Sorry, Didn't realise she was your "Girl" Thought she was just your homework buddy" Theo said

"Theodore!" I hissed

"Listen, Katherine-

"Not even close" Draco said

"This thing, between us, its been fun and you're really sweet, but I think I'm looking for something else, someone on the same Maturity level as me"

"What?"

"Your alright and all, but, You're not what I want" He shrugged "See ya, Kelly" then he walked away.

"Keira-" Theo corrected

"D-did...Did I just get dumped..." It felt like my heart had just fell out of my chest, but like that weight was also lifted. I felt crushed, but lighter. sad but relieved. I have no idea what to feel.

"He was a prick anyway!" Blaise told me

"D-did, did I do something wrong" I looked up at the three of them

"What? No! Keira, your amazing, He's the problem, be glad he's gone" Theo said earnestly, I almost wanted to believe him.

"The Lake!" I could hear Lee Jordan "Look at the lake!"

It was a mast coming out of the lake.

The ship looked like one of those haunted ones in a Muggle film dad watched with me once when he learned about TV's.

The ship then glided on the bank I could see figures walking past the portholes on the ship as the anchor dropped.

They were dressed in Large fur cloaks giving them a big build, much similar with Crabbe and Goyle.

"I would kill for one of those cloaks right now" I said. Hugging my sides.

The man leading them, I'm guessing the Headmaster was wearing a different type of fur, that matches his silver hair.

"Dumbledore" the man called as they walked up the slope."How are you my dear fellow, how are you?"

"Blooming, thank you Karkaroff"

"Dear old Hogwarts" Karkaroff said, staring up at the Castle as he shook Dumbledore's hands. "How good it is to be here, how good...Viktor, come along, into the warmth ... you don't mind, Dumbledore? Viktor has a slight head cold ..."

"Merlin!" I laughed

"What?" Blaise asked

"Ron's crush is here".

•

"Ron!" I yelled to my brother, he turned around quickly to meet me In the Great Hall.

"Have you go-"

"One right here" I grinned as I held my spare quill out for him "but if you break it i swear on Merlin's beard, Blaise got me it for Christmas" I told him as he snatched it out my hands.

"Your the best little sister ever" He exclaimed, pulling me into a hug

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that" Ginny said as she walked past with the other third years.

"Thats similar to what my ex boyfriend used to say" I sighed wistfully

"Wait- what do you mean, ex, did you finally break up with him?" Ron asked urgently

"No, he dumped be because I'm not good enough apparently, Its fine though, I'll think and cry about it later, best get to our seats" I said, forcing a smile "have fun getting your boyfriends autograph" I said before leaving to find my friends at the Slytherin table.

"Where'd you go?" Blaise asked as I sat down between Him and Draco as usual before I Started sitting with Adrian all the time.

"Went to talk to Ron, he needed a quill, wonder where Durmstrang will sit" I thought out loud as they still stood by the doors, Beauxbatons opted to sit at Ravenclaw, guess they thought that the house of intelligence was more suited for them, or because they're both blue.

"I'm guessing over here" Draco said

"What?"

"Here they come" Draco pointed as Krum and the other students made their way to sit at our table, very close to us.

I looked over to the Gryffindor table, Ron definitely was not Happy, he glared at me as if this was my doing

"What do you want me to do!" I shrugged at him

"Get his Autograph!" He pleaded doing the signing motion with his hands

"No, I'm not doing that!"

"Please" He practically beg

"Give me your quill" I turned to Draco

"What? No!"

"Draco! Please, I know for a fact he will never let it go if I dont get him a stupid autograph"

"You owe me, Weasley" He glared before pulling out a quill from his robes.

"Thank you" I snatched the quill and piece of parchment from him before turning to Krum and his friends to grab his attention

"Hey, Krum, Big fan, can I ask a favour, my Brother- over there- hes like crazy obsessed with you, says your the best seeker in the world, and his best mates a seeker. Can I get an autograph for him" I offered out the Quill and Parchment. He just stared at me, as if he was trying to catch up to my words.

He nodded before taking the quill.

"His names Ron- Ron Weasley" I said "Thank you so much" I bit my lip, smiling as he gave back the quill, I handed the quill back to Draco before grabbing Ron's attention to show him the parchment, He grinned madly.

I grabbed my wand out of my robes before levitating it so it floated over to land in front of Ron, I'm pretty sure I saw him Kiss it.

Everyone was now seated, except For Dumbledore, Karkaroff and Madame Maxime, the Beauxbaton students stood up until she sat down before they resumed their seats.

"Good Evening, ladies and gentleman, ghosts and - most  particularly - guests." Dumbledore greeted beaming at us all "I have great pleasure in welcoming you all to Hogwarts. I hope and trust your stay here will both be comfortable and enjoyable."

No one missed one of the Beauxbaton girls give a laugh, Fleur.

"The tournament will be officially opened at the end of the feast, I now invite you all to eat, drink, and make yourselves at home!"

The dishes filled as per usual but apparently they really did want to make our guests at home as there were other dishes that were more foreign, including Bouillebaisse, it was nice, but the look of it just put me off.

"Your hair is very loud" I looked up from my food at one of the Durmstrang students staring at me

"I'm sorry?" I looked at him, confused, how can my hair be loud

"Its bold, stands out" He said in his thick accent

"Oh- yeah, Uh It's red, same as the rest of my family's" I said, nodding at the Gryffindor table

"Oi, loud hair" Theo said, grabbing my attention

"Shut up!" I hissed at him.

"Serious, how are you?" He asked me, the other two looking at me as well now

"I dont want to talk about it, I'm very much fine, thank you very much" I said before focusing back on my food.

"Sure you are" Draco drawled. But I was too focused on the Drool coming out of Ron's mouth as Fleur spoke to him and Harry

"That's disgusting" I rolled my eyes

"Wha- oh!" Theodore, Draco and Blaise looked round at the Gryffindor table to see what I was looking at but was too preoccupied oogiling at Fleur, seems as though so were every other boy in the Hall.

"Why cant we have pretty girls at Hogwarts?!" Theo sighed as she sat back down at the Ravenclaw table

"I'll pretend that doesn't sting" I said. "Wait, what's Percy's boss doing here?"

"Which ones that again?" Draco asked

"The one at the Ministry, last years head boy"

"They organised the thing, they might be judging it?" Blaise shrugged.

•

"You know what? Boys suck, they're simply the worst!" I said.

It was after the feast, I was In the guys dorm, finally letting my emotions take over

"Yep, terrible sods, cant stand them" Theo said

"I know right! They're so stupid and gross and, and-"

"Annoying?" Draco filled in.

"Ugh! I hate boys! I am never liking another boy again! I am over relationships, they are dumb and a waste of time and rubbish!"

"Now, now, dont go too crazy" Draco said but I ignored him.

"It's pathetic really, "Not what I'm looking for" and "Wants someone on the same maturity level" Its so UGH! Whats wrong with me, Is it my hair? my freckles? Maybe I'm just ugly! I'm going to die alone" I cried

"Didn't she just swear off boys?" Theo asked

"I know Hermione is going to tell me she told me so"

"What? Why did Granger say that?" Draco asked

"When I told her about doing his Homework, she told me he was just using me and that it was cheating... Oh my god! I'm such an idiot, I wasted all that time and effort!" I cried more

"There there?" Theo said, patting my back, I threw my arms around him and cried more into his shoulder.

I hate being so emotional. "Wea-weasley, can't breathe, loosen up, yeah?"

"Sorry" I sniffed, wiping my tears away "I'm over it, I dont care anymore, So, who do you think will put their name in the Goblet?"

"Oh, Krum for sure" Draco said

"Oh, but poor Vicky has a headcold" Theo pouted in a mocking tone.

"What about from Beauxbatons, they are stuck up gits" I rolled my eyes

"But their so beautiful" Blaise whistled

"Not really" I scrunched up my face "Only on the outside"

"Your brothers came up with a plan yet?" Draco asked me

"I dont know, but they're both being really secretive, when Ron and I asked what they were up to they just insulted us and wouldn't, so It's probably something illegal" I shrugged.

•

"Why did we have to get up so early" I whined, We were walking down to the entrance Hall.

"Hey, your the one who fell asleep on our dorm floor, stop complaining, we wanna see whos going to enter their name" Draco snapped at me

"Who cares, come on I can't be the only one who really does not care about this stupid competition"

"Its the Triwizard Tournament, and You are" Blaise said

"Whatever" I rolled me eyes.

The Goblet of Fire was sat on top of a stool in the Centre of the hall with a thin golden line circling it.

I watched boredly as every Durmstrang students put their names in, a few looked in our direction, I couldn't tell if it was just the lighting but I could've sworn at least two winked, Didn't know Draco had so many admirers.

Ron, Harry and Hermione walked in, looking excited. I walked over to them

"Anyone put their name in yet?" Ron asked me eagerly

"All of Durmstrang, but thats it" I said

"Bet some of them put in last after we'd all gone to bed" Harry shrugged "I would've done if it had been me ... wouldn't have wanted everyone watching. What if the Goblet just gobbed you right back out again?"

"Harry, what the hell" I stared at him.

There was a laugh behind us.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan were running down the stairs, all of them looking very excited.

"Done it!" Fred whispered to the four of us

"Done what?" I asked

"Just taken it" He grinned

"What?" Ron said

"The ageing potion, dungbrains" Said Fred

"One drop each" George said, rubbing his hands together "We only need to be a few months older"

"We're going to split the thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins" Lee said, Grinning widely.

"I'm not sure this is going to work, you know, I'm sure Dumbledore will have thought of this" Hermione told them

"Let them go 'Mione, this is gonna be funny if it fails" I laughed

"Which it wont" Fred glared at me "Ready?" He said to the other two "C'mon, then - I'll go first -"

Fred pulled out a piece of parchment with "Fred Weasley - Hogwarts" Scribbled on it.

Fred walked up to the edge of the line, and stood there, taking in a deep breathe, he stepped over the line.

George let out a yell of triumph before jumping over the line too.

A loud sizzling sound rang through the Hall. Fred and George were thrown out of the circle.

They landed ten feet away.

"Merlin's beard!" I gasped, pointing at my brothers, who were growing long white beards.

The hall burst into laughter. Fred and George took one look at one another before throwing themselves at each other and rolling around the cold ground shouting at each other about who's fault it was.

"I did warn you" Dumbledore said, entering the hall and looking at Fred and George "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey. She is already tending to Miss Fawcett, of Ravenclaw and Mr Summers, of Hufflepuff, both of whom decided to age themselves up a little, too. Though I must say, neither of their beards is anything like as fine as yours." Fred and George left for the Hospital Wing, Lee roaring with Laughter behind them.

Still laughing I joined the guys again as we headed for breakfast

"Bloody hell, that was brilliant" I laughed

"Your family really is something else" Theo said "So whats on the agenda for today?"

"It's Saturday, I plan to do nothing, relax" I stretched my arms over my head

"Why are you so lazy?" Draco asked me

"I am not! Do you know what it's like sleeping on the floor, not fun"

"I would've thought you were used to that, yknow considering how large your fam- Ow, sorry"

"You will be, Malfoy!"

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Kosuke Suzuki Interview Part 2

We approach the true face of Kosuke Suzuki, a 25-year-old “swamp boy” who is attracting attention! What is it that you are so obsessed with that you can't stop talking about it?

# Drama interview # Kosuke Suzuki INTERVIEW 2023.3.30

Kosuke Suzuki, an up-and-coming young actor who starred in the drama "Jack Frost" for the first time. Dig deeper into his true face, which is still shrouded in mystery! "Mr. Suzuki, who looks cool but actually shows a lot of unexpected expressions." There is no doubt that he is a “swamp boy” that you will like as you get to know him!

I feel pure envy when I see people who are better than me

――What kind of fun and difficulty do you find in the work of an actor, Mr. Suzuki, as you gain more experience in acting?

Depending on your age, the role you play has changed. When I was just in my 20s, I played many high school roles, and after I turned 23 or 24, I began to wear suits more and more. A new employee, a novice detective, etc. The roles change with age, so it's always fresh. So you don't have to "get used to it". In the drama "Akai Ringo", I play a yankee high school student, and I've never played a role that makes me think "I've played it before". That's why I always think, "Acting is difficult." It's interesting because there is no correct answer.

――Isn't there a lot of inspiration from actors of the same generation?

When I watch TV and see an actor of my generation playing a very good role, I rewind and watch it again, and if necessary I take notes and imitate it. I always try to absorb it over and over again.

――Are you the type that feels frustrated about that?

I agree. Whether it's a big movie or a small stage, if it's a good play, I'm just as jealous. When I see people who are better than me, I feel pure envy (laughs).

--That's a very sincere feeling, isn't it? Is there anything you do because you feel that way?

Even if I think, ``I should see it now,'' I don't want to use that feeling in the play. There are people who sing and act out their rebellious spirit, but I started acting because I like it, so I don't want to feel like that. For example, when I'm satisfied with making a nice plastic model, if someone next to me is making a bigger and cooler plastic model, it's like, "I want to make a bigger one like this next!"

――Do you feel like “Oh, that one is good too”?

I agree. So it's different from the muddy feeling.

――Was it your old personality?

For a long time, I had no interest in wanting to be number one. I didn't like standing in front of a lot of people. So, to be honest, I don't really want to be famous. Now, due to the nature of my work, there are times when I want to be like that, but if anything, I have a strong feeling of, "What will happen if I become famous?"

――You don't want to climb up the ladder, but you have a strong sense of wanting to act.

I agree. I think that the added value that comes with that is to appear on a big stage and become famous, but that's something to talk about later.

"How to approach the role" is second to none

――In such a situation, what is your point of “I won’t lose here”?

My endorsement point is how to approach the role. Only there is a feeling that no one can beat. I think that I will never lose in the preparations until I enter the scene. So, when I see people on set who have prepared much more than I do, I sometimes can't forgive myself.

--strict……!

Honda Hibiki was also that type. But Hibiki-kun said, "The script hasn't been opened yet." (smile)

――Ah, the type that says, “I haven’t done my homework!”

That's right! (Laughs) But when I entered the scene, I read a lot. That's why I think I have to do it twice as hard, and I have to work hard.

――So you are getting a good stimulation.

My TV drama debut was a work called "Red Beard" starring Eiichiro Funakoshi. I was cast in a very big role, but everything was new to me and I didn't know right or left. First of all, I don't know what I don't know. At that time, Mr. Funakoshi really taught me a lot of things. However, because I had little experience, I didn't understand much, and I thought it would be rude to ask again, so I kept taking notes. However, when I look back at that notebook now, I can understand the meaning of everything, and I was taught really useful information. In the future, if I were to be in a position to teach, I wondered if I would be able to drop my eyes and teach properly, but I thought it would be difficult.

――You can't do it without kindness and patience.

yes. Moreover, this "Red Beard" is a series work, so I co-star every year. That's both joy and pressure (laughs).

――I want to show you how you have grown.

That's right. I want people to see that I've grown up, so I feel that I've been given a great opportunity.

I try to say only "thank you"

――Mr. Suzuki, please tell us what you pay attention to when communicating in private.

In "Jack Frost", there is a scene where Ikuya asks Ritsu to thank him, saying, "Isn't there something like thank you?" I cherish the word "thank you" so much that I can sympathize with that word. No matter how close we become, no matter how trivial, I always try to say "thank you". So I can understand why Ritsu doesn't say thank you to Ikuya anymore. However, I didn't think it would be a good idea to say it straight (laughs).

――Are you the type to express affection properly?

No, I can't tell...! (Laughs) For example, I can't say that I love my friends, but I think it's important to take care of that. You can't get it by just thinking about it, and it's no good if you feel like you're getting it. But I can't say...!

――In that case, weren't there many times when you were taken aback by the lines in "Jack Frost"?

It was a lot. That's why, during the crank-up, I properly said, "I'm glad Ritsu is Hibiki-kun." Then he said, "Me too," and I was really happy.

"Baseball" and "Plants" can't stop once you start talking!

――By the way, is there anything you can't stop talking about?

baseball and plants. Actually, I got into baseball because of the corona crisis, so it's been about three years. I happened to watch the Giants match and was fascinated by the pitcher's expression. It was when the pitcher was in a tight spot, but I could tell that he was feeling "bad" even though he was expressionless. I thought that it was more real than watching a drama, and I was absorbed in it.

――This is the first time I've heard of someone who enjoys things from that point of view! (smile)

Maybe so (laughs). But the cameraman also knows the situation and captures the face of the pitcher when the home run is hit. Everything is conveyed just by that expression. When I was watching this while taking notes, I noticed that I was following the scoreboard. Now I'm watching the games of the 2nd and 3rd armies. In the baseball world and the entertainment world, there is a lot of replacement, so I understand how you feel. I want to support the world of competition. It's cruel, but I'm absorbed in a world with dreams.

――Are you into plants too?

I love foliage plants, and my house looks like a jungle (laughs). My father was gardening since I was little, so I grew up in a house with plants around me. Now that I live alone and buy a monstera with the money I earn, I thought I'd raise it properly, and I thought it would be fun to see it grow! "Right now, I'm surrounded by about 10 pots of various kinds of plants, so at home I'm healed." Recommended for those who want to be healed!

【profile】

Kosuke Suzuki

Born December 19, 1997 in Aichi Prefecture. In 2019, he became a hot topic with his appearance on the AbemaTV distribution program “Shirayuki and Wolf-kun won’t be deceived♥”. After that, he appeared in topical works such as the drama "Red Beard" series. His major appearances include "Sustainable Love? ~Father and Daughter's Wedding March~", "She will borrow", "Kora-kun and Amagi-kun", and "Akai Ringo". He will also appear in the Netflix series "Kimi ni Todoke" scheduled to be delivered on March 30, 2023.

【information】

Drama "Jack Frost"

Link to original interview page:

https://with.kodansha.co.jp/article/interview-kosukesuzuki-2

[dylansnbhd]

terrible influence, mitch rapp

synopsis: mitch tries to convince you to take a break after being swamped with homework

word count: 0.7k

notes: college!mitch is a concept i hold very near and dear to my heart <33 also the fact that it’s canon that he got a lacrosse scholarship to syracuse makes me giddy

masterlist | wattpad

"I'm going to explode!"

The dramatic declaration was followed by the loud thump of your head falling onto the desk. Mitch, who previously sat unbothered on your bed, glanced over at you with amusement written across his face.

"Don't explode, you'll make a mess."

"I am definitely not dating you for your humor, Mitch Rapp."

The late summer months were demanding, to say the least. Starting a new school year called for club rushes, schedule changes, and enough ice-breakers to drain the life out of your social battery for, at least, a few months. Usually the fall time would slow down and let you finally get settled into the new semester.

However, the month of November certainly didn't get the memo.

You were being drowned by hours of extracurriculars and an ocean of homework and exams. It would be a miracle if you broke the surface for air without being immediately dragged down again by a research paper. And tonight, unfortunately, didn't feel very miracle-worthy. Yet.

Mitch sat up with a small grunt, "Why are we exploding?"

"It feels like I've been working on this paper for hours and I barely have anything done." You sat up and glanced back at the laptop screen, hoping that more words would magically appear on their own. All you were met with was the burning stare of an incomplete sentence and the antagonizing flicker of the cursor.

"I know what you need."

You swiveled your chair around to face him and smiled, "Caffeine and a kiss?" He set his hands on the arm rests and leaned forward until his face was a few inches from yours.

"A break," He replied softly, placing a kiss on your forehead, "c'mon, let's go do something."

You were stunned to silence. It always took everything in you to get Mitch to take breaks, you practically have to drag him out of his dorm. So the fact that the resident workaholic was trying to convince you to take a break was like dipping your head in ice water. Nonetheless, you remained unmoving, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

"It's 11:30 at night.”

He nonchalantly raised his eyebrows and reached for his university lacrosse hoodie that hung on the edge of your bed.

"On a Wednesday."

"So? The fun stuff happens at night, anyway." He roamed around your dorm room, not paying any mind to your comments. He pulled out a hoodie from your closet, one of his old ones that you stole a while ago, and a pair of sneakers before dropping them by your feet.

"Mitch, this is due tomorrow and I haven't even finished the first couple paragraphs." You sighed and turned back to your laptop. Still the same evil blinking cursor.

Mitch chuckled and walked behind your seat, "I'll help you finish it later. Teamwork does the homework, or whatever they say."

As much as you hated to admit it, Mitch was quite easily chipping away at your stubborn exterior. It didn't help that he looked extremely warm and inviting with the grey hoodie that sat loose on his body; if he hadn't rolled the sleeves up to his forearms, they'd have ended at his fingertips.

"...What did you have in mind?”

His hands came up to push off his hood before clasping themselves around you and the chair, resting his chin atop your head. The comforting scent of his cologne made your eyes close in relaxation. "I have the keys to the field; perks of being coach's favorite. We can just lay on the grass and look at the stars."

You felt his hands slowly come up to move your hair aside and a chill ran down your spine at the touch. "Or, you know, I also have the keys to the locker room," he paused, placing feather-light kisses to your neck, "I can think of a few things we can do in there."

And suddenly, all your remaining focus melted away. 

"You're a terrible influence."

A theatrical sigh fell from his lips, "I know, it's one of my more charming qualities." He spun your chair around to face him once more and he waited in anticipation. His eyes excitedly ran across your face, "So, you'll go?"

You hummed in false thought before playfully rolling your eyes and replying with a simple, "Fine."

"That's my girl."

[skittles1229]

THE EVER CHANGING STORY OF LUNARIS (reader insert romance)

SOME OF THESE CHARACTERS AND PLACES ECT. DO NOT BELONG TO ME, THEY WERE MADE BY LUNARIS GAMES FOR THE INTERACTIVE VISUAL NOVEL "WHEN THE NIGHT COMES" AVAILABLE EITHER FROM THIER WEBSITE OR ON ITCH. THE COVER IS ALSO FROM LUNARIS GAMES (ITS THIER PIN SET FOR SALE ON THIER SITE)

https://www.wtncgame.com/collections/pins-charms/products/wtnc-holo-sparkle-charms

This is a project I started to maintain my boredom so ill be using the characters from a really great visual novel called when the night comes written by lunaris. go check it out! ill be writing about all the characters including you being the x reader. after I've introduced the plot and characters and if i have enough readers, ill let you guys pick who I right the first romance ending with, the endings will probably have a bit of smut so if your just wanting to know the story you don't have to read the romantic endings

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Chapter One: Unwelcome Start

        My feet are killing me and its hot and dark, I'm walking through unfamiliar woods. All I can smell is tree leaves decaying and pine. To fill you in without telling you my life story and having a pity party, I'm one of the few shifting Dire Wolves left. We are a dying breed since people and monsters were coexisting now, I'm over joyed about the mixing of the populations but as the wolves breed with humans our ability to shift is slowing leaving as the generations grow. I on the other hand wasn't liked by much of anyone. I grew up around old town human folk. Both parents had been killed by townsfolk and luckily the little who girl found me as a puppy was nice enough to bring me to her home. That little girl became my life. Her blonde hair reminded me of wheat in the fall and she smelled of old moth balls and freshly cooked bacon. Kasey was a lonely child born a bastard and then left alone when her mom left into town one day. She didn't come home that night. She had the kindest eyes. They say eyes are the window to the soul and hers was broken and glued back together so many times that you couldn't recognize her original beauty. She brought me to a little cabin back in the woods where I stayed with her and her grandmother.  I stayed out of school because at the time freaks weren't exactly normal. I learned everything through Kasey and her homework as I grew up. We played in the old field through the woods and down an old forgotten gravel road. She would always tease me about my ears but she loved my big bushy tail. Kasey was a pure soul and sometimes id have to remind her how special she was especially during the times to come. She became ill in late fall, losing her ability to walk and becoming more and more pale from the lack of sunlight. We were told she had an immune issue that couldn't be fix with the medicine we had then and magic was a cure but was also out of the question since anyone who was seen as a witch was seen as a harm to the community and burned at the stake. It wasn't that way in the big towns with lots of people coming and going bustling about, but down here in the boon dock of the forgotten swamp everyone had the same opinion. anything new and different was and and therefore had to be destroyed.

         When I was around six Kasey succumb to her unfortunate circumstances in her sleep and she took her welcome with her. I think that maybe it was one of the few mercies I've ever seen god do for someone. After she died the grandmother, already being on her last years, passed not long after that. With nothing holding me to that little shack in the woods I moved on. I was never given a name and so along the way I've figured out who and what I am. Remind me to tell you that one later on, I've been walking for a few days with my satchel made from rabbit fur with old shoe laces holding it together, Kasey in her better days stayed bored in her old pink bedroom reading the same book she had on the old bookcase in the living room. Her grandmother went to the market in town most days to sell her vegetables. she would bring us home sweets and toys. For Kasey's birthday she bought her a bag of fabric rabbit fur and some thread and needles to teach her to sew hoping that would cure her boredom. A few months before she passed, she hurriedly finished off the synch bag with one of her shoelaces from her boots. That bag is the one I have with me now. My clothes and few days worth of food is in it as well. I had been shifted into my wolf form going on 48 hours now and my (F/C favorite color ) fur was now stained with mud and leaves from the nights sleep in a dug out hole. The last sign of civilization was back in my home town. it was now night time again and had seen no sign of a town any where close. It was getting dark and my joints were burning from the pain of walking. I quickly found a soft spot in the ground digging up a little hole to lay in for the night. The woods around me creaked with shifting wood and wind rustling the foliage. Harry had become the governor a while back suddenly disappeared recently in his home base in Lunaris. That's where Kasey's grandmother went for hours everyday to be a part of the market so I decided to see if there was anywhere I could stay and maybe get a job and start a life for myself. All this time I had no real name, Kasey never named me. She wanted me to be able to choose it for myself and I'm now 20 in human years. Our bodies aged in human instead of dog years another kind of pro with the watering down of the generations. I had gone through all of Kasey's family and school friends, even people she heard the name of by passing by in church, I'd heard all the names and thought about them and said them all out loud the see how they role off the tongue and I finally settled on (Y/N) tonight. 

      I had fallen asleep at some point and shifted back into human form curling around my bag to protect it from the outside. Suddenly the ground around me started to shake and the foliage covering the entrance to the den started to shake loose and fall in. At this point I'm wide awake and have my back to the wall and head in a snarl towards the entrance not knowing why or what had shaken the ground so harshly. I smell a fowl smell that reeks of something I've never smelled before. It began to burn my nose like alcohol or whatever grandma had in the wash rooms for spring cleaning. I heard twigs breaking and a long groan that howled with the wind. My heart was racing not knowing what to expect to come through the entrance and that's when I saw the light from the moon blocked by a large shadow. I braced for a fight when suddenly it let out a yelp of pain as I see two or three other shadows chase it to the right of the hole. Lots of yelling from men and women can be heard along with lots of new smells. All of them had hints of sweat and fear but some of them were odd. One was carried in on a breath of lavender and honey and the other of burnt wood like a fire place. One also smelled like chocolate and for a split second I smelled the familiar canine sent, Another wolf or maybe a half breed Lykan. I laid there and listened as the group seemed to quickly dominate whatever that creature was and if there's a group of hunters then there has to be a town. I wait for the noise to die out before I stick my head out of the hole to check my area. I look at the position of the moon and start to get a better idea of how long I was asleep. I think it must have been at least 3 in the morning. I grabbed my bag and pulled myself out of the hole, shaking off loose dirt and changing myself back into that big furry wolf I've become used to and walk towards where I heard the commotion to catch the scent of where they had gone. The creature they fought was dead on the ground covered in its black oozing blood. It looked like a genetic mutation of some kind gone very wrong and the smell almost could knock you out, if your a dog that is. I heard a snap of a twig in the distance and that's when I caught the scent of a dying summer, decaying flowers and dying memories. 

      I see a blue glow coming from an object a few feet in front of me hidden in the darkness of the trees, whatever it was it made it very clear that I was unwelcome and that I was seen as a threat. I bent neck down feeling the hair along my spine start to stand on end as I snarled my teeth in the direction of the ominous blue glow. Suddenly the tense feeling in the air dropped, you could feel the tension melt away and in that second the strange creature pushes forward into the moonlight. A man with golden eyes and a mechanical arm moves forward looking with his hands raised. "My names Finnegan and I know you wont hurt me because your not just any wolf am I right?" The sudden question brushes me as weird and out of place but regardless it only makes me all the more persistent that he not come any closer. He stops in his tracks and sits in the tall grass he had been previously standing in. We sat there like that for what seems like forever and he seemed to feel talkative because he asked question after question. I looked around to think of what direction I wanted to go in order to get away from here .

     "You know it would be easier to go to Lunaris." he said picking at something under his nails. I look at him tilting my head, can he hear my thoughts? I didn't think humans could do such things but he didn't look like a human. Not with the fangs like that and those pointed ears. "No I'm not human I'm a vampire, I live in Lunaris with my friends. I actually have a Lykan friend as well so you wont be alone." I bent my ears back in annoyance, tired of the vamp imposing on my thoughts. I decided I would speak with him but not in this form. As a Lykan I could still stay able to protect myself and be able to speak to this other freak of nature in front of me. In order to do so I'd have to get away from this vampire long enough to cover myself. Almost instantly the vamp got up causing me to jump. "There's a graveyard a little ways from here, you can shift and change in the maintenance shed. As I'm sure you heard earlier there are some odd creatures in these woods so ill walk you to town myself. Then I can take you to Ezra and have him give you a once over." he began to walk and turned around about five feet away to ask if I was going to follow, I decide that this town might be a start to a weird series of events. We made our way through the woods to a small path of cleared trees and some sand, we followed that to the graveyard behind a large church like building and that's when I saw the small shed. "I'll stand behind the shed towards the woods I'm sure nobody is awake so you shouldn't have to worry about townsfolk." I shifted back into my Lykan form and hurry into the shed. My (hair length) (H/Color) hair fell over my face as I shoved myself into my tight jeans and put my long sleeve white shirt on. my ears still sat on the top of my head and my tail is swishing back and forth in anticipation of how this town was going to accept a new comer and a freak at that. I threw on the hoodie I had found hanging on a tree on my way out of my old town, probably left by one of the boys in the old town. I smoothed my fur down and walked out of the shed with my bag in my hands, I peaked my head around the corner and caught the golden eyes of the man called Finnegan as he's leaned against the shack with his arms crossed. 

      I walk up to him with my arm wrapped around my bag and offered him the other. "My names (y/n), sorry about the weird introduction but I really just have no clue where I am or where I'm going." he grinned and studied me before opening up and talking again. "You cleanup really well don't you (y/n)." I simply lowered my head as a response and shrugged my shoulders. " It would suck to have to stay as wolf all the time because I'm just to ugly to look at as a Lykan." he laughs flashing his fangs and approaching me and taking my hand pulling me closer to him to where we were inches apart. "Ugly is one thing you aren't, if your this pretty as a Lykan then I cant wait to see you in human form" he then snuck his arm around my waist turning me around as he began to walk to the town. "How did you know I could do that?" I stopped him and I could see his grin form as he turned around to meet my eyes. "I've been alive a long time (y/n).  when the old man who sired me was alive he'd tell us stories of the dire wolves that lived in the forest in the mountains. He would tell us stories of how they had almost repopulated in a town not far from here, completely unannounced to the world growing among the town folk." he looked away suddenly his essence changed from one of wisdom and confidence to one of remorse and sadness. He began to walk once again motioning for me to follow. "That is until the townsfolk caught wind  of such rumors. He banded together the higher ups and went through exposing half the town to be," he grimaces as if saying the name leaves a sour taste in his mouth, "werewolves as the humans put it."  We had just made it through a small alley leading too a large stone road. This is the first time I've heard the real story aloud of what happened to my parents that day. Suddenly I  didn't feel much like talking anymore and the vampire noticed this as we made it to the closed up and dark market side of town. Large tents and shacks were on both sides of the road, I'm sure it looks much nicer when its open and bustling with people. "I'll have to show it to you." he says suddenly again answering my thoughts as if id said them aloud. "You know Finn I love your interest in me but I think its kind of of rude to read others thoughts right?" His eyes suddenly dart away and clears his throat, "Not if the person has particularly loud thoughts but I do see what you mean. Nasty habit it is, been aiming to fix that." We both laugh for a bit and then he heads for a door on the right side of the road raising his metal arm to touch the door. When his hand makes contact, Finn says a few words in another language and his arm burst to  life flowing with blue lights. The door makes a noise and a shield seams to lower into Finn's hand as he opens the door. He pulls me in and I'm immediately overwhelmed at the smells around me, some fragrant like perfumes and others dirty like burning wood. He had shelves of boxes and books, homemade spells and food with jars of candy lining the shelves.

     Finn puts the wards back up and leads me to the kitchen where he sits me down at the wooden table across from the couch and the wall covered in art work, "Wait here while I run upstairs and get the witch you just relax and think if anything hurts or needs to be looked at." with Finns vampy speed skills he vanishes up the stairs to get this so called witch, I certainly do hope I don't meet the same fate as my parents once did in this town years ago. I here rustling and movement up the stairs as a dark skinned man comes running to me with worried eyes and open arms. he cups my face in his hands and scans me over for any sign of blood or wounds. "Finnegan she looks alright, you made her out to be as if she'd been attacked." He looks back at Finn letting go of my face in order to hit him in the head just enough to scuffle his hair. He then turns around to me and straightens up his robe and his curly mop of hair, I hold out my hand to introduce myself and he grabs it with both hands pulling me in with a smile. "I'm Ezra and this my little spells and Knick knack shop." he has a strange contagious happiness that causes my worries and doubts to slip away. He rubs his hand through my hair making his way to my ears checking for ticks and mites since my ears are much different  from human ears. "Are you ok," He says we a worry filled smile and motions me to sit down, I obey as my feet have become numb after so many days of walking. He reaches into his shelves and pulls  out a kettle and a metal box of herbs and tea bags for homemade blends. "Go on love what happen? Why are you out in the woods at this hour?" I yawned in response of all their questions and simply said, "No disrespect Ezra but I'm exhausted and my feet are throbbing, I think the walking has caught up to me." He nods knowing what I mean. Ezra hands me a cup of tea and some cookies from a jar up in the cabinet. "Right I'm sorry. Let me help Finn out and I'll come back and run you a bath with herbs and salts to get you well rested and ready for tomorrow." He and Finn stepped to a hatch underneath the rug in Ezra's common quarters.  I took a few cookies sneaking them into my bag so that I can eat them later as well, they were ( favorite kind ) cookies and i couldn't resist the temptation to stuff my face. 

        Finn calls my name waving as he disappears into the hole and Ezra closes it back up and covers it again. "Alright now to get you all set, come with me up stairs." I follow behind slowly hating every step up those stairs but it was well worth it when I made it. He had a big circle tub surrounded in stone, it looked to be able to fit two people and the water come up pretty high. The twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling were different shades of blue purple and pink with a magical blue flamed candle hanging on the wall in a glass case. The tub was filled with steaming water and flower petals, the room smelled of pine and mint with citrus chopped up into slices and dropped into the water. Bubbles had covered the top of the water like snow and smelled like lavender and honey. His bathroom was pure happiness and love expressed in his home. "Now this bath should help your muscles not be sore in the morning and it should help you fall asleep tonight, I hate to ask but should I check you for ticks or scratch's anywhere on you?" I shrugged as my body was still covered in fur and it could be hiding anything but I was so self conscious about my body that I wouldn't dare ask for his help with this task. I point my head down and hugged myself as if to comfort myself. Ezra looked at me with kind eyes and hands me a towel, "Its ok if you aren't comfortable with it, just promise me you'll come and let me take any off for you. They carry lime disease and other things that can harm you!" as he goes to grab the handle to leave I grab his arm. I muster up all the courage I can and whispered, "Can you stay and help me Ezra?" He smiles and blushes slightly, wrapping me in a hug, "of course!" He closes the door and stays turned around as I take my clothes that I have on now off and grab the robe from the wall and cover myself. "Alright your ok to look now." I say in a small voice. "Alright I'm gonna start with your legs and work my way up and after your done you can use my cats flea shampoo to make sure everything is clean and gone. I nod my head agreeing and let him begin, he rubs his soft hands over my paw pads massaging as he goes looking for any bumps or imperfections. He comes across a tick that had made itself at home on my inner thigh , he poked and prodded at it for a few minutes but it was resistant to all his attempts. "You know fur is great but I just don't think I could do a full body of it." He laughs and I return his joke with a giggle of my own. "Would it be easier if there was no fur?" I ask searching his face for his reaction.  At first he looks confused and he seemed to be racking his brain for what I could be saying. "Well I'm certainly not going to shave you if that's what your asking." he smiles and we both laugh. I trusted Ezra I didn't sense any type of misjudgment or threat coming from this simple witch. 

     I began to shift into my human form and my leg grew smaller in his hand and the once thick course fur is now bare soft human skin. The robe that was a perfect fit before, is now hanging down off my shoulders. It draped around me like a sheet and Ezra had stayed quiet so far, only staring wide eyed and enchanted at the sight. My hair falls in front of my face as I smile at him, "Is that any better?" He's still not said a word so far, just staring at my face and rubbing my legs searching for the fur that was no longer there. "Now how did you do that? spell? hallucinations? Are you even a wolf?" He seems stunned and unsure of what to say, he did however have lots of questions some of which I could answer and others was searching for myself. We talked while taking the ticks that had made themselves at home on me off finally, burning them as he went. his hands glided over me like soap and his hands felt like heaven against my skin.  "I'm honestly stunned I didn't think of it before you told me, I remember in school they use to mention small things about dire wolves but they never dove into that chapter which I guess was because you guys were believed to have died out long ago. but behold!" he places some bubbles on my he'd and smiles so wide that his eyes look squinty. "your here1 So obviously the world didn't lose all of its beautiful one of a kind dire wolves." What a sweet happy minded guy, he seemed to only be able to see the silver lining and if he could see the other side of things then he hides his emotions very well. It didn't take much for the mud and dirt that was previously there to fall away into the soapy water. Ezra had gone to make himself a cup of tea and was waiting in his room for when I was done. My hair had been shampooed and I washed my body with the bar of soap sitting on the side of the tub. It was green and purple but see through, there was a small flower in the middle and there seemed to be small beads in the soap that came out as you washed. It smelled like roses and vanilla, the smell reminded me of Ezra. Soon I got out and dried myself off with the lavender towel Ezra had left behind, throwing the robe on and heading to where Ezra had said his room was. He had laid out a large t-shirt and a pair of women's shorts? I hadn't seen a women in here before and no-one had said anything about a wife or girlfriend ... maybe they were a friend of his, at least that's what I'm hoping. As soon as my head hit the soft feather pillow I drifted off into a deep sleep, filled with dreams of of cookies, flowers, and Ezra? oh, Finnigan as well. Seems I simply cant escape the happenings of tonight or the past. My memories slowly drift back to that little blonde haired girl I had loved once before.

(A/N) The picture at the top is of the characters mentioned in this from the game when the night comes. if you haven't read it You should defiantly take a look before you dive into this so that you can fall in love with the characters before reading other peoples interpretations of their personalities. I personally feel like I couldn't dream of reaching the level of dedication that the creator of the game had for their characters.

I also have a second chapter out on wattpad you can find it here.

https://my.w.tt/i2iNayX8mbb

[littlemarie4]

A 1964 speech should not be so relevant today, yet here we are:

https://www.americanrhetoric.com/speeches/ronaldreaganatimeforchoosing.htm

Program Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, we take pride in presenting a thoughtful address by Ronald Reagan. Mr. Reagan:

Reagan: Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you and good evening. The sponsor has been identified, but unlike most television programs, the performer hasn't been provided with a script. As a matter of fact, I have been permitted to choose my own words and discuss my own ideas regarding the choice that we face in the next few weeks.

I have spent most of my life as a Democrat. I recently have seen fit to follow another course. I believe that the issues confronting us cross party lines. Now, one side in this campaign has been telling us that the issues of this election are the maintenance of peace and prosperity. The line has been used, "We've never had it so good."

But I have an uncomfortable feeling that this prosperity isn't something on which we can base our hopes for the future. No nation in history has ever survived a tax burden that reached a third of its national income. Today, 37 cents out of every dollar earned in this country is the tax collector's share, and yet our government continues to spend 17 million dollars a day more than the government takes in. We haven't balanced our budget 28 out of the last 34 years. We've raised our debt limit three times in the last twelve months, and now our national debt is one and a half times bigger than all the combined debts of all the nations of the world. We have 15 billion dollars in gold in our treasury; we don't own an ounce. Foreign dollar claims are 27.3 billion dollars. And we've just had announced that the dollar of 1939 will now purchase 45 cents in its total value.

As for the peace that we would preserve, I wonder who among us would like to approach the wife or mother whose husband or son has died in South Vietnam and ask them if they think this is a peace that should be maintained indefinitely. Do they mean peace, or do they mean we just want to be left in peace? There can be no real peace while one American is dying some place in the world for the rest of us. We're at war with the most dangerous enemy that has ever faced mankind in his long climb from the swamp to the stars, and it's been said if we lose that war, and in so doing lose this way of freedom of ours, history will record with the greatest astonishment that those who had the most to lose did the least to prevent its happening. Well I think it's time we ask ourselves if we still know the freedoms that were intended for us by the Founding Fathers.

Not too long ago, two friends of mine were talking to a Cuban refugee, a businessman who had escaped from Castro, and in the midst of his story one of my friends turned to the other and said, "We don't know how lucky we are." And the Cuban stopped and said, "How lucky you are? I had someplace to escape to." And in that sentence he told us the entire story. If we lose freedom here, there's no place to escape to. This is the last stand on earth.

And this idea that government is beholden to the people, that it has no other source of power except the sovereign people, is still the newest and the most unique idea in all the long history of man's relation to man.

This is the issue of this election: whether we believe in our capacity for self-government or whether we abandon the American revolution and confess that a little intellectual elite in a far-distant capitol can plan our lives for us better than we can plan them ourselves.

You and I are told increasingly we have to choose between a left or right. Well I'd like to suggest there is no such thing as a left or right. There's only an up or down: [up] man's old -- old-aged dream, the ultimate in individual freedom consistent with law and order, or down to the ant heap of totalitarianism. And regardless of their sincerity, their humanitarian motives, those who would trade our freedom for security have embarked on this downward course.

In this vote-harvesting time, they use terms like the "Great Society," or as we were told a few days ago by the President, we must accept a greater government activity in the affairs of the people. But they've been a little more explicit in the past and among themselves; and all of the things I now will quote have appeared in print. These are not Republican accusations. For example, they have voices that say, "The cold war will end through our acceptance of a not undemocratic socialism." Another voice says, "The profit motive has become outmoded. It must be replaced by the incentives of the welfare state." Or, "Our traditional system of individual freedom is incapable of solving the complex problems of the 20th century." Senator Fulbright has said at Stanford University that the Constitution is outmoded. He referred to the President as "our moral teacher and our leader," and he says he is "hobbled in his task by the restrictions of power imposed on him by this antiquated document." He must "be freed," so that he "can do for us" what he knows "is best." And Senator Clark of Pennsylvania, another articulate spokesman, defines liberalism as "meeting the material needs of the masses through the full power of centralized government."

Well, I, for one, resent it when a representative of the people refers to you and me, the free men and women of this country, as "the masses." This is a term we haven't applied to ourselves in America. But beyond that, "the full power of centralized government" -- this was the very thing the Founding Fathers sought to minimize. They knew that governments don't control things. A government can't control the economy without controlling people. And they know when a government sets out to do that, it must use force and coercion to achieve its purpose. They also knew, those Founding Fathers, that outside of its legitimate functions, government does nothing as well or as economically as the private sector of the economy.

Now, we have no better example of this than government's involvement in the farm economy over the last 30 years. Since 1955, the cost of this program has nearly doubled. One-fourth of farming in America is responsible for 85% of the farm surplus. Three-fourths of farming is out on the free market and has known a 21% increase in the per capita consumption of all its produce. You see, that one-fourth of farming -- that's regulated and controlled by the federal government. In the last three years we've spent 43 dollars in the feed grain program for every dollar bushel of corn we don't grow.

Senator Humphrey last week charged that Barry Goldwater, as President, would seek to eliminate farmers. He should do his homework a little better, because he'll find out that we've had a decline of 5 million in the farm population under these government programs. He'll also find that the Democratic administration has sought to get from Congress [an] extension of the farm program to include that three-fourths that is now free. He'll find that they've also asked for the right to imprison farmers who wouldn't keep books as prescribed by the federal government. The Secretary of Agriculture asked for the right to seize farms through condemnation and resell them to other individuals. And contained in that same program was a provision that would have allowed the federal government to remove 2 million farmers from the soil.

At the same time, there's been an increase in the Department of Agriculture employees. There's now one for every 30 farms in the United States, and still they can't tell us how 66 shiploads of grain headed for Austria disappeared without a trace and Billie Sol Estes never left shore.

Every responsible farmer and farm organization has repeatedly asked the government to free the farm economy, but how -- who are farmers to know what's best for them? The wheat farmers voted against a wheat program. The government passed it anyway. Now the price of bread goes up; the price of wheat to the farmer goes down.

Meanwhile, back in the city, under urban renewal the assault on freedom carries on. Private property rights [are] so diluted that public interest is almost anything a few government planners decide it should be. In a program that takes from the needy and gives to the greedy, we see such spectacles as in Cleveland, Ohio, a million-and-a-half-dollar building completed only three years ago must be destroyed to make way for what government officials call a "more compatible use of the land." The President tells us he's now going to start building public housing units in the thousands, where heretofore we've only built them in the hundreds. But FHA [Federal Housing Authority] and the Veterans Administration tell us they have 120,000 housing units they've taken back through mortgage foreclosure. For three decades, we've sought to solve the problems of unemployment through government planning, and the more the plans fail, the more the planners plan. The latest is the Area Redevelopment Agency.

They've just declared Rice County, Kansas, a depressed area. Rice County, Kansas, has two hundred oil wells, and the 14,000 people there have over 30 million dollars on deposit in personal savings in their banks. And when the government tells you you're depressed, lie down and be depressed.

We have so many people who can't see a fat man standing beside a thin one without coming to the conclusion the fat man got that way by taking advantage of the thin one. So they're going to solve all the problems of human misery through government and government planning. Well, now, if government planning and welfare had the answer -- and they've had almost 30 years of it -- shouldn't we expect government to read the score to us once in a while? Shouldn't they be telling us about the decline each year in the number of people needing help? The reduction in the need for public housing?

But the reverse is true. Each year the need grows greater; the program grows greater. We were told four years ago that 17 million people went to bed hungry each night. Well that was probably true. They were all on a diet. But now we're told that 9.3 million families in this country are poverty-stricken on the basis of earning less than 3,000 dollars a year. Welfare spending [is] 10 times greater than in the dark depths of the Depression. We're spending 45 billion dollars on welfare. Now do a little arithmetic, and you'll find that if we divided the 45 billion dollars up equally among those 9 million poor families, we'd be able to give each family 4,600 dollars a year. And this added to their present income should eliminate poverty. Direct aid to the poor, however, is only running only about 600 dollars per family. It would seem that someplace there must be some overhead.

Now -- so now we declare "war on poverty," or "You, too, can be a Bobby Baker." Now do they honestly expect us to believe that if we add 1 billion dollars to the 45 billion we're spending, one more program to the 30-odd we have -- and remember, this new program doesn't replace any, it just duplicates existing programs -- do they believe that poverty is suddenly going to disappear by magic? Well, in all fairness I should explain there is one part of the new program that isn't duplicated. This is the youth feature. We're now going to solve the dropout problem, juvenile delinquency, by reinstituting something like the old CCC camps [Civilian Conservation Corps], and we're going to put our young people in these camps. But again we do some arithmetic, and we find that we're going to spend each year just on room and board for each young person we help 4,700 dollars a year. We can send them to Harvard for 2,700! Course, don't get me wrong. I'm not suggesting Harvard is the answer to juvenile delinquency.

But seriously, what are we doing to those we seek to help? Not too long ago, a judge called me here in Los Angeles. He told me of a young woman who'd come before him for a divorce. She had six children, was pregnant with her seventh. Under his questioning, she revealed her husband was a laborer earning 250 dollars a month. She wanted a divorce to get an 80 dollar raise. She's eligible for 330 dollars a month in the Aid to Dependent Children Program. She got the idea from two women in her neighborhood who'd already done that very thing.

Yet anytime you and I question the schemes of the do-gooders, we're denounced as being against their humanitarian goals. They say we're always "against" things -- we're never "for" anything.

Well, the trouble with our liberal friends is not that they're ignorant; it's just that they know so much that isn't so.

Now -- we're for a provision that destitution should not follow unemployment by reason of old age, and to that end we've accepted Social Security as a step toward meeting the problem.

But we're against those entrusted with this program when they practice deception regarding its fiscal shortcomings, when they charge that any criticism of the program means that we want to end payments to those people who depend on them for a livelihood. They've called it "insurance" to us in a hundred million pieces of literature. But then they appeared before the Supreme Court and they testified it was a welfare program. They only use the term "insurance" to sell it to the people. And they said Social Security dues are a tax for the general use of the government, and the government has used that tax. There is no fund, because Robert Byers, the actuarial head, appeared before a congressional committee and admitted that Social Security as of this moment is 298 billion dollars in the hole. But he said there should be no cause for worry because as long as they have the power to tax, they could always take away from the people whatever they needed to bail them out of trouble. And they're doing just that.

A young man, 21 years of age, working at an average salary -- his Social Security contribution would, in the open market, buy him an insurance policy that would guarantee 220 dollars a month at age 65. The government promises 127. He could live it up until he's 31 and then take out a policy that would pay more than Social Security. Now are we so lacking in business sense that we can't put this program on a sound basis, so that people who do require those payments will find they can get them when they're due -- that the cupboard isn't bare?

Barry Goldwater thinks we can.

At the same time, can't we introduce voluntary features that would permit a citizen who can do better on his own to be excused upon presentation of evidence that he had made provision for the non-earning years? Should we not allow a widow with children to work, and not lose the benefits supposedly paid for by her deceased husband? Shouldn't you and I be allowed to declare who our beneficiaries will be under this program, which we cannot do? I think we're for telling our senior citizens that no one in this country should be denied medical care because of a lack of funds. But I think we're against forcing all citizens, regardless of need, into a compulsory government program, especially when we have such examples, as was announced last week, when France admitted that their Medicare program is now bankrupt. They've come to the end of the road.

In addition, was Barry Goldwater so irresponsible when he suggested that our government give up its program of deliberate, planned inflation, so that when you do get your Social Security pension, a dollar will buy a dollar's worth, and not 45 cents worth?

I think we're for an international organization, where the nations of the world can seek peace. But I think we're against subordinating American interests to an organization that has become so structurally unsound that today you can muster a two-thirds vote on the floor of the General Assembly among nations that represent less than 10 percent of the world's population. I think we're against the hypocrisy of assailing our allies because here and there they cling to a colony, while we engage in a conspiracy of silence and never open our mouths about the millions of people enslaved in the Soviet colonies in the satellite nations.

I think we're for aiding our allies by sharing of our material blessings with those nations which share in our fundamental beliefs, but we're against doling out money government to government, creating bureaucracy, if not socialism, all over the world. We set out to help 19 countries. We're helping 107. We've spent 146 billion dollars. With that money, we bought a 2 million dollar yacht for Haile Selassie. We bought dress suits for Greek undertakers, extra wives for Kenya[n] government officials. We bought a thousand TV sets for a place where they have no electricity. In the last six years, 52 nations have bought 7 billion dollars worth of our gold, and all 52 are receiving foreign aid from this country.

No government ever voluntarily reduces itself in size. So, governments' programs, once launched, never disappear.

Actually, a government bureau is the nearest thing to eternal life we'll ever see on this earth.

Federal employees -- federal employees number two and a half million; and federal, state, and local, one out of six of the nation's work force employed by government. These proliferating bureaus with their thousands of regulations have cost us many of our constitutional safeguards. How many of us realize that today federal agents can invade a man's property without a warrant? They can impose a fine without a formal hearing, let alone a trial by jury? And they can seize and sell his property at auction to enforce the payment of that fine. In Chico County, Arkansas, James Wier over-planted his rice allotment. The government obtained a 17,000 dollar judgment. And a U.S. marshal sold his 960-acre farm at auction. The government said it was necessary as a warning to others to make the system work.

Last February 19th at the University of Minnesota, Norman Thomas, six-times candidate for President on the Socialist Party ticket, said, "If Barry Goldwater became President, he would stop the advance of socialism in the United States." I think that's exactly what he will do.

But as a former Democrat, I can tell you Norman Thomas isn't the only man who has drawn this parallel to socialism with the present administration, because back in 1936, Mr. Democrat himself, Al Smith, the great American, came before the American people and charged that the leadership of his Party was taking the Party of Jefferson, Jackson, and Cleveland down the road under the banners of Marx, Lenin, and Stalin. And he walked away from his Party, and he never returned til the day he died -- because to this day, the leadership of that Party has been taking that Party, that honorable Party, down the road in the image of the labor Socialist Party of England.

Now it doesn't require expropriation or confiscation of private property or business to impose socialism on a people. What does it mean whether you hold the deed to the -- or the title to your business or property if the government holds the power of life and death over that business or property? And such machinery already exists. The government can find some charge to bring against any concern it chooses to prosecute. Every businessman has his own tale of harassment. Somewhere a perversion has taken place. Our natural, unalienable rights are now considered to be a dispensation of government, and freedom has never been so fragile, so close to slipping from our grasp as it is at this moment.

Our Democratic opponents seem unwilling to debate these issues. They want to make you and I believe that this is a contest between two men -- that we're to choose just between two personalities.

Well what of this man that they would destroy -- and in destroying, they would destroy that which he represents, the ideas that you and I hold dear? Is he the brash and shallow and trigger-happy man they say he is? Well I've been privileged to know him "when." I knew him long before he ever dreamed of trying for high office, and I can tell you personally I've never known a man in my life I believed so incapable of doing a dishonest or dishonorable thing.

This is a man who, in his own business before he entered politics, instituted a profit-sharing plan before unions had ever thought of it. He put in health and medical insurance for all his employees. He took 50 percent of the profits before taxes and set up a retirement program, a pension plan for all his employees. He sent monthly checks for life to an employee who was ill and couldn't work. He provides nursing care for the children of mothers who work in the stores. When Mexico was ravaged by the floods in the Rio Grande, he climbed in his airplane and flew medicine and supplies down there.

An ex-GI told me how he met him. It was the week before Christmas during the Korean War, and he was at the Los Angeles airport trying to get a ride home to Arizona for Christmas. And he said that [there were] a lot of servicemen there and no seats available on the planes. And then a voice came over the loudspeaker and said, "Any men in uniform wanting a ride to Arizona, go to runway such-and-such," and they went down there, and there was a fellow named Barry Goldwater sitting in his plane. Every day in those weeks before Christmas, all day long, he'd load up the plane, fly it to Arizona, fly them to their homes, fly back over to get another load.

During the hectic split-second timing of a campaign, this is a man who took time out to sit beside an old friend who was dying of cancer. His campaign managers were understandably impatient, but he said, "There aren't many left who care what happens to her. I'd like her to know I care." This is a man who said to his 19-year-old son, "There is no foundation like the rock of honesty and fairness, and when you begin to build your life on that rock, with the cement of the faith in God that you have, then you have a real start." This is not a man who could carelessly send other people's sons to war. And that is the issue of this campaign that makes all the other problems I've discussed academic, unless we realize we're in a war that must be won.



Those who would trade our freedom for the soup kitchen of the welfare state have told us they have a utopian solution of peace without victory. They call their policy "accommodation." And they say if we'll only avoid any direct confrontation with the enemy, he'll forget his evil ways and learn to love us. All who oppose them are indicted as warmongers. They say we offer simple answers to complex problems. Well, perhaps there is a simple answer -- not an easy answer -- but simple: If you and I have the courage to tell our elected officials that we want our national policy based on what we know in our hearts is morally right.

We cannot buy our security, our freedom from the threat of the bomb by committing an immorality so great as saying to a billion human beings now enslaved behind the Iron Curtain, "Give up your dreams of freedom because to save our own skins, we're willing to make a deal with your slave masters." Alexander Hamilton said, "A nation which can prefer disgrace to danger is prepared for a master, and deserves one." Now let's set the record straight. There's no argument over the choice between peace and war, but there's only one guaranteed way you can have peace -- and you can have it in the next second -- surrender.

Admittedly, there's a risk in any course we follow other than this, but every lesson of history tells us that the greater risk lies in appeasement, and this is the specter our well-meaning liberal friends refuse to face -- that their policy of accommodation is appeasement, and it gives no choice between peace and war, only between fight or surrender. If we continue to accommodate, continue to back and retreat, eventually we have to face the final demand -- the ultimatum. And what then -- when Nikita Khrushchev has told his people he knows what our answer will be? He has told them that we're retreating under the pressure of the Cold War, and someday when the time comes to deliver the final ultimatum, our surrender will be voluntary, because by that time we will have been weakened from within spiritually, morally, and economically. He believes this because from our side he's heard voices pleading for "peace at any price" or "better Red than dead," or as one commentator put it, he'd rather "live on his knees than die on his feet." And therein lies the road to war, because those voices don't speak for the rest of us.

You and I know and do not believe that life is so dear and peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery. If nothing in life is worth dying for, when did this begin -- just in the face of this enemy? Or should Moses have told the children of Israel to live in slavery under the pharaohs? Should Christ have refused the cross? Should the patriots at Concord Bridge have thrown down their guns and refused to fire the shot heard 'round the world? The martyrs of history were not fools, and our honored dead who gave their lives to stop the advance of the Nazis didn't die in vain. Where, then, is the road to peace? Well it's a simple answer after all.

You and I have the courage to say to our enemies, "There is a price we will not pay." "There is a point beyond which they must not advance." And this -- this is the meaning in the phrase of Barry Goldwater's "peace through strength." Winston Churchill said, "The destiny of man is not measured by material computations. When great forces are on the move in the world, we learn we're spirits -- not animals." And he said, "There's something going on in time and space, and beyond time and space, which, whether we like it or not, spells duty."

You and I have a rendezvous with destiny.

We'll preserve for our children this, the last best hope of man on earth, or we'll sentence them to take the last step into a thousand years of darkness.

We will keep in mind and remember that Barry Goldwater has faith in us. He has faith that you and I have the ability and the dignity and the right to make our own decisions and determine our own destiny.

Thank you very much

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THE EVER-CHANGING STORY OF LUNARIS

*SOME OF THESE CHARACTERS AND PLACES ECT. DO NOT BELONG TO ME, THEY WERE MADE BY LUNARIS GAMES FOR THE INTERACTIVE VISUAL NOVEL "WHEN THE NIGHT COMES" AVAILABLE EITHER FROM THIER WEBSITE OR ON ITCH. THE COVER IS ALSO FROM LUNARIS GAMES (ITS THIER PIN SET FOR SALE ON THIER SITE)

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This is a project I started to maintain my boredom so ill be using the characters from a really great visual novel called when the night comes written by lunaris. Go check it out! ill be writing about all the characters including you being the x reader. After I've introduced the plot and characters and if i have enough readers, I'll let you guys pick who I right the first romance ending with, the endings will probably have a bit of smut so if your just wanting to know the story you don't have to read the romantic endings

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Chapter One: Unwelcome start

        My feet are killing me and its hot and dark, I'm walking through unfamiliar woods. All I can smell is tree leaves decaying and pine. To fill you in without telling you my life story and having a pity party, I'm one of the few shifting Dire Wolves left. We are a dying breed since people and monsters were coexisting now, I'm over joyed about the mixing of the populations but as the wolves breed with humans our ability to shift is slowing leaving as the generations grow. I on the other hand wasn't liked by much of anyone. I grew up around old town human folk. Both parents had been killed by townsfolk and luckily the little who girl found me as a puppy was nice enough to bring me to her home. That little girl became my life. Her blonde hair reminded me of wheat in the fall and she smelled of old moth balls and freshly cooked bacon. Kasey was a lonely child born a bastard and then left alone when her mom left into town one day. She didn't come home that night. She had the kindest eyes. They say eyes are the window to the soul and hers was broken and glued back together so many times that you couldn't recognize her original beauty. She brought me to a little cabin back in the woods where I stayed with her and her grandmother.  I stayed out of school because at the time freaks weren't exactly normal. I learned everything through Kasey and her homework as I grew up. We played in the old field through the woods and down an old forgotten gravel road. She would always tease me about my ears but she loved my big bushy tail. Kasey was a pure soul and sometimes id have to remind her how special she was especially during the times to come. She became ill in late fall, losing her ability to walk and becoming more and more pale from the lack of sunlight. We were told she had an immune issue that couldn't be fix with the medicine we had then and magic was a cure but was also out of the question since anyone who was seen as a witch was seen as a harm to the community and burned at the stake. It wasn't that way in the big towns with lots of people coming and going bustling about, but down here in the boon dock of the forgotten swamp everyone had the same opinion. anything new and different was and and therefore had to be destroyed.

         When I was around six Kasey succumb to her unfortunate circumstances in her sleep and she took her welcome with her. I think that maybe it was one of the few mercies I've ever seen god do for someone. After she died the grandmother, already being on her last years, passed not long after that. With nothing holding me to that little shack in the woods I moved on. I was never given a name and so along the way I've figured out who and what I am. Remind me to tell you that one later on, I've been walking for a few days with my satchel made from rabbit fur with old shoe laces holding it together, Kasey in her better days stayed bored in her old pink bedroom reading the same book she had on the old bookcase in the living room. Her grandmother went to the market in town most days to sell her vegetables. she would bring us home sweets and toys. For Kasey's birthday she bought her a bag of fabric rabbit fur and some thread and needles to teach her to sew hoping that would cure her boredom. A few months before she passed, she hurriedly finished off the synch bag with one of her shoelaces from her boots. That bag is the one I have with me now. My clothes and few days worth of food is in it as well. I had been shifted into my wolf form going on 48 hours now and my (F/C favorite color ) fur was now stained with mud and leaves from the nights sleep in a dug out hole. The last sign of civilization was back in my home town. it was now night time again and had seen no sign of a town any where close. It was getting dark and my joints were burning from the pain of walking. I quickly found a soft spot in the ground digging up a little hole to lay in for the night. The woods around me creaked with shifting wood and wind rustling the foliage. Harry had become the governor a while back suddenly disappeared recently in his home base in Lunaris. That's where Kasey's grandmother went for hours everyday to be a part of the market so I decided to see if there was anywhere I could stay and maybe get a job and start a life for myself. All this time I had no real name, Kasey never named me. She wanted me to be able to choose it for myself and I'm now 20 in human years. Our bodies aged in human instead of dog years another kind of pro with the watering down of the generations. I had gone through all of Kasey's family and school friends, even people she heard the name of by passing by in church, I'd heard all the names and thought about them and said them all out loud the see how they role off the tongue and I finally settled on (Y/N) tonight. 

      I had fallen asleep at some point and shifted back into human form curling around my bag to protect it from the outside. Suddenly the ground around me started to shake and the foliage covering the entrance to the den started to shake loose and fall in. At this point I'm wide awake and have my back to the wall and head in a snarl towards the entrance not knowing why or what had shaken the ground so harshly. I smell a fowl smell that reeks of something I've never smelled before. It began to burn my nose like alcohol or whatever grandma had in the wash rooms for spring cleaning. I heard twigs breaking and a long groan that howled with the wind. My heart was racing not knowing what to expect to come through the entrance and that's when I saw the light from the moon blocked by a large shadow. I braced for a fight when suddenly it let out a yelp of pain as I see two or three other shadows chase it to the right of the hole. Lots of yelling from men and women can be heard along with lots of new smells. All of them had hints of sweat and fear but some of them were odd. One was carried in on a breath of lavender and honey and the other of burnt wood like a fire place. One also smelled like chocolate and for a split second I smelled the familiar canine sent, Another wolf or maybe a half breed Lykan. I laid there and listened as the group seemed to quickly dominate whatever that creature was and if there's a group of hunters then there has to be a town. I wait for the noise to die out before I stick my head out of the hole to check my area. I look at the position of the moon and start to get a better idea of how long I was asleep. I think it must have been at least 3 in the morning. I grabbed my bag and pulled myself out of the hole, shaking off loose dirt and changing myself back into that big furry wolf I've become used to and walk towards where I heard the commotion to catch the scent of where they had gone. The creature they fought was dead on the ground covered in its black oozing blood. It looked like a genetic mutation of some kind gone very wrong and the smell almost could knock you out, if your a dog that is. I heard a snap of a twig in the distance and that's when I caught the scent of a dying summer, decaying flowers and dying memories. 

      I see a blue glow coming from an object a few feet in front of me hidden in the darkness of the trees, whatever it was it made it very clear that I was unwelcome and that I was seen as a threat. I bent neck down feeling the hair along my spine start to stand on end as I snarled my teeth in the direction of the ominous blue glow. Suddenly the tense feeling in the air dropped, you could feel the tension melt away and in that second the strange creature pushes forward into the moonlight. A man with golden eyes and a mechanical arm moves forward looking with his hands raised. "My names Finnegan and I know you wont hurt me because your not just any wolf am I right?" The sudden question brushes me as weird and out of place but regardless it only makes me all the more persistent that he not come any closer. He stops in his tracks and sits in the tall grass he had been previously standing in. We sat there like that for what seems like forever and he seemed to feel talkative because he asked question after question. I looked around to think of what direction I wanted to go in order to get away from here .

     "You know it would be easier to go to Lunaris." he said picking at something under his nails. I look at him tilting my head, can he hear my thoughts? I didn't think humans could do such things but he didn't look like a human. Not with the fangs like that and those pointed ears. "No I'm not human I'm a vampire, I live in Lunaris with my friends. I actually have a Lykan friend as well so you wont be alone." I bent my ears back in annoyance, tired of the vamp imposing on my thoughts. I decided I would speak with him but not in this form. As a Lykan I could still stay able to protect myself and be able to speak to this other freak of nature in front of me. In order to do so I'd have to get away from this vampire long enough to cover myself. Almost instantly the vamp got up causing me to jump. "There's a graveyard a little ways from here, you can shift and change in the maintenance shed. As I'm sure you heard earlier there are some odd creatures in these woods so ill walk you to town myself. Then I can take you to Ezra and have him give you a once over." he began to walk and turned around about five feet away to ask if I was going to follow, I decide that this town might be a start to a weird series of events. We made our way through the woods to a small path of cleared trees and some sand, we followed that to the graveyard behind a large church like building and that's when I saw the small shed. "I'll stand behind the shed towards the woods I'm sure nobody is awake so you shouldn't have to worry about townsfolk." I shifted back into my Lykan form and hurry into the shed. My (hair length) (H/Color) hair fell over my face as I shoved myself into my tight jeans and put my long sleeve white shirt on. my ears still sat on the top of my head and my tail is swishing back and forth in anticipation of how this town was going to accept a new comer and a freak at that. I threw on the hoodie I had found hanging on a tree on my way out of my old town, probably left by one of the boys in the old town. I smoothed my fur down and walked out of the shed with my bag in my hands, I peaked my head around the corner and caught the golden eyes of the man called Finnegan as he's leaned against the shack with his arms crossed. 

      I walk up to him with my arm wrapped around my bag and offered him the other. "My names (y/n), sorry about the weird introduction but I really just have no clue where I am or where I'm going." he grinned and studied me before opening up and talking again. "You cleanup really well don't you (y/n)." I simply lowered my head as a response and shrugged my shoulders. " It would suck to have to stay as wolf all the time because I'm just to ugly to look at as a Lykan." he laughs flashing his fangs and approaching me and taking my hand pulling me closer to him to where we were inches apart. "Ugly is one thing you aren't, if your this pretty as a Lykan then I cant wait to see you in human form" he then snuck his arm around my waist turning me around as he began to walk to the town. "How did you know I could do that?" I stopped him and I could see his grin form as he turned around to meet my eyes. "I've been alive a long time (y/n).  when the old man who sired me was alive he'd tell us stories of the dire wolves that lived in the forest in the mountains. He would tell us stories of how they had almost repopulated in a town not far from here, completely unannounced to the world growing among the town folk." he looked away suddenly his essence changed from one of wisdom and confidence to one of remorse and sadness. He began to walk once again motioning for me to follow. "That is until the townsfolk caught wind  of such rumors. He banded together the higher ups and went through exposing half the town to be," he grimaces as if saying the name leaves a sour taste in his mouth, "werewolves as the humans put it."  We had just made it through a small alley leading too a large stone road. This is the first time I've heard the real story aloud of what happened to my parents that day. Suddenly I  didn't feel much like talking anymore and the vampire noticed this as we made it to the closed up and dark market side of town. Large tents and shacks were on both sides of the road, I'm sure it looks much nicer when its open and bustling with people. "I'll have to show it to you." he says suddenly again answering my thoughts as if id said them aloud. "You know Finn I love your interest in me but I think its kind of of rude to read others thoughts right?" His eyes suddenly dart away and clears his throat, "Not if the person has particularly loud thoughts but I do see what you mean. Nasty habit it is, been aiming to fix that." We both laugh for a bit and then he heads for a door on the right side of the road raising his metal arm to touch the door. When his hand makes contact, Finn says a few words in another language and his arm burst to  life flowing with blue lights. The door makes a noise and a shield seams to lower into Finn's hand as he opens the door. He pulls me in and I'm immediately overwhelmed at the smells around me, some fragrant like perfumes and others dirty like burning wood. He had shelves of boxes and books, homemade spells and food with jars of candy lining the shelves.

     Finn puts the wards back up and leads me to the kitchen where he sits me down at the wooden table across from the couch and the wall covered in art work, "Wait here while I run upstairs and get the witch you just relax and think if anything hurts or needs to be looked at." with Finns vampy speed skills he vanishes up the stairs to get this so called witch, I certainly do hope I don't meet the same fate as my parents once did in this town years ago. I here rustling and movement up the stairs as a dark skinned man comes running to me with worried eyes and open arms. he cups my face in his hands and scans me over for any sign of blood or wounds. "Finnegan she looks alright, you made her out to be as if she'd been attacked." He looks back at Finn letting go of my face in order to hit him in the head just enough to scuffle his hair. He then turns around to me and straightens up his robe and his curly mop of hair, I hold out my hand to introduce myself and he grabs it with both hands pulling me in with a smile. "I'm Ezra and this my little spells and Knick knack shop." he has a strange contagious happiness that causes my worries and doubts to slip away. He rubs his hand through my hair making his way to my ears checking for ticks and mites since my ears are much different  from human ears. "Are you ok," He says we a worry filled smile and motions me to sit down, I obey as my feet have become numb after so many days of walking. He reaches into his shelves and pulls  out a kettle and a metal box of herbs and tea bags for homemade blends. "Go on love what happen? Why are you out in the woods at this hour?" I yawned in response of all their questions and simply said, "No disrespect Ezra but I'm exhausted and my feet are throbbing, I think the walking has caught up to me." He nods knowing what I mean. Ezra hands me a cup of tea and some cookies from a jar up in the cabinet. "Right I'm sorry. Let me help Finn out and I'll come back and run you a bath with herbs and salts to get you well rested and ready for tomorrow." He and Finn stepped to a hatch underneath the rug in Ezra's common quarters.  I took a few cookies sneaking them into my bag so that I can eat them later as well, they were ( favorite kind ) cookies and i couldn't resist the temptation to stuff my face. 

        Finn calls my name waving as he disappears into the hole and Ezra closes it back up and covers it again. "Alright now to get you all set, come with me up stairs." I follow behind slowly hating every step up those stairs but it was well worth it when I made it. He had a big circle tub surrounded in stone, it looked to be able to fit two people and the water come up pretty high. The twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling were different shades of blue purple and pink with a magical blue flamed candle hanging on the wall in a glass case. The tub was filled with steaming water and flower petals, the room smelled of pine and mint with citrus chopped up into slices and dropped into the water. Bubbles had covered the top of the water like snow and smelled like lavender and honey. His bathroom was pure happiness and love expressed in his home. "Now this bath should help your muscles not be sore in the morning and it should help you fall asleep tonight, I hate to ask but should I check you for ticks or scratch's anywhere on you?" I shrugged as my body was still covered in fur and it could be hiding anything but I was so self conscious about my body that I wouldn't dare ask for his help with this task. I point my head down and hugged myself as if to comfort myself. Ezra looked at me with kind eyes and hands me a towel, "Its ok if you aren't comfortable with it, just promise me you'll come and let me take any off for you. They carry lime disease and other things that can harm you!" as he goes to grab the handle to leave I grab his arm. I muster up all the courage I can and whispered, "Can you stay and help me Ezra?" He smiles and blushes slightly, wrapping me in a hug, "of course!" He closes the door and stays turned around as I take my clothes that I have on now off and grab the robe from the wall and cover myself. "Alright your ok to look now." I say in a small voice. "Alright I'm gonna start with your legs and work my way up and after your done you can use my cats flea shampoo to make sure everything is clean and gone. I nod my head agreeing and let him begin, he rubs his soft hands over my paw pads massaging as he goes looking for any bumps or imperfections. He comes across a tick that had made itself at home on my inner thigh , he poked and prodded at it for a few minutes but it was resistant to all his attempts. "You know fur is great but I just don't think I could do a full body of it." He laughs and I return his joke with a giggle of my own. "Would it be easier if there was no fur?" I ask searching his face for his reaction.  At first he looks confused and he seemed to be racking his brain for what I could be saying. "Well I'm certainly not going to shave you if that's what your asking." he smiles and we both laugh. I trusted Ezra I didn't sense any type of misjudgment or threat coming from this simple witch. 

     I began to shift into my human form and my leg grew smaller in his hand and the once thick course fur is now bare soft human skin. The robe that was a perfect fit before, is now hanging down off my shoulders. It draped around me like a sheet and Ezra had stayed quiet so far, only staring wide eyed and enchanted at the sight. My hair falls in front of my face as I smile at him, "Is that any better?" He's still not said a word so far, just staring at my face and rubbing my legs searching for the fur that was no longer there. "Now how did you do that? spell? hallucinations? Are you even a wolf?" He seems stunned and unsure of what to say, he did however have lots of questions some of which I could answer and others was searching for myself. We talked while taking the ticks that had made themselves at home on me off finally, burning them as he went. his hands glided over me like soap and his hands felt like heaven against my skin.  "I'm honestly stunned I didn't think of it before you told me, I remember in school they use to mention small things about dire wolves but they never dove into that chapter which I guess was because you guys were believed to have died out long ago. but behold!" he places some bubbles on my he'd and smiles so wide that his eyes look squinty. "your here1 So obviously the world didn't lose all of its beautiful one of a kind dire wolves." What a sweet happy minded guy, he seemed to only be able to see the silver lining and if he could see the other side of things then he hides his emotions very well. It didn't take much for the mud and dirt that was previously there to fall away into the soapy water. Ezra had gone to make himself a cup of tea and was waiting in his room for when I was done. My hair had been shampooed and I washed my body with the bar of soap sitting on the side of the tub. It was green and purple but see through, there was a small flower in the middle and there seemed to be small beads in the soap that came out as you washed. It smelled like roses and vanilla, the smell reminded me of Ezra. Soon I got out and dried myself off with the lavender towel Ezra had left behind, throwing the robe on and heading to where Ezra had said his room was. He had laid out a large t-shirt and a pair of women's shorts? I hadn't seen a women in here before and no-one had said anything about a wife or girlfriend ... maybe they were a friend of his, at least that's what I'm hoping. As soon as my head hit the soft feather pillow I drifted off into a deep sleep, filled with dreams of of cookies, flowers, and Ezra? oh, Finnigan as well. Seems I simply cant escape the happenings of tonight or the past. My memories slowly drift back to that little blonde haired girl I had loved once before.

(A/N) The picture at the top is of the characters mentioned in this story from from the game when the night comes. if you haven't read it You should definitely take a look before you dive into this so that you can fall in love with the characters before reading other peoples interpretations of their personalities. I personally feel like I couldn't dream of reaching the level of dedication that the creator of the game had for their characters. I have a second chapter out on my wattpad.

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