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MO ASTOR CHAPTER 44

Disclaimer We don’t own the bikes, brothers, or any “related” Sons of Anarchy, trust us, if we did we wouldn’t have the time to write. No money is being made from our stories. So, please don’t sue. It’d be a fruitless endeavor indeed. That being said, Harley, Journee, and any other newbies are ours, and we don’t share. :Whispers in creepy voice: “My precious.”

The universe This reality is a mix of cannon, and our own ideas. We strive to keep the boys cannon, but since we will be shifting around some of the events, that will reflect in our writing and their personalities as well. It’s our goal to provide you with quality fiction, and solid, fleshed out OFC

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A/N: AND. WE’RE. BACK! We appreciate your patience, heading into the show require a wee bit more work on our end as well as dealing with some hard hits from the real world. All that being said, we’re hoping to be able to stick to our weekly postings. So HERE WE GO! MO CHAPTER 44

Jax

“Girls are still at yer old house,” Chibs explains, blowing smoke out from his cigarette.

“I’ll relieve the prospect after I stop by the hospital.”

“Going to see the lad?”

I wince under his censure. Chibs doesn’t have to say a word to get his point across.

Everything that needs to be said is visible in his eyes.

“Naw. Gonna set his mother straight.”

Chibs grunts.

“What?” I snap.

“I didnae say a word.” He shakes his head, takin a deep inhale.

“Yeah, ya don’t have to,” I mutter, spinning on my heels and taking off.

Clay’s just got finished giving me shit about Mom telling him I hadn’t seen Abel.

No one stops to consider it might be too much for me.

I’ve gotten so used to people leaving, I keep them at a distance.

I also have a lot of shit on my plate, and I can’t afford to drop the ball.

They want me to put the club first but don’t stop to look at what the cost might look like. I’d rather be dealing with the fucking Mayans than this family guilt trip shit.

Clay attempting to keep me in line by holding Abel’s hospital bills in my face was a low blow. But I’ve come to expect that shit from him.

There’s not enough time in the world to stop me from being furious with Wendy when I reach St. Thomas.

I’m glad Tara is nowhere to be seen.

I got my hands full with one crazy ex.

Wendy looks like death warmed over.

Ratty bleached out blonde hair, sallow skin, and dark circles that lend to her skeleton impression. What the fuck did I ever see in her?

Another lost soul who needed an anchor, so she didn’t drift off the deep end.

It worked for a time.

I should’ve ended it when it stopped, and she relapsed the second time, instead of ignoring her like she’d go away on her own.

She looks up and starts to cry when she sees me.

Stepping in, I ignore her hysterics.

I’ve grown immune to them.

“You need to get help, Wendy,” I say, trying to soften the irritation in my tone.

“I know, I know— But it’s not what you think. I was doing so good, Jax. I love my baby. Even with us being fucked up.” She shakes her head, wiping at imaginary tears.

“So the meth fairy shot you up?”

She looks down at the bed, and I tense.

Her lack of eye contact’s always been a tell-tail sign she’s hiding shit from me.

“Start talking now, Wendy.” I growl.

“I thought he loved me. That he didn’t care I was having your baby. I was wrong. All he wanted to talk about was you and the club. I didn’t tell him. I didn’t.” She shakes her head, speaking as if she’d forgotten I was even there.

Walking over, I grip her bedrail to keep from gripping her arms and shaking the answers out of her.

“And.” I ground out.

“He forced me to shoot up Jax! H-He Said I was going to tell one way or the other!”

Well for Fuck’s sake!

“Son of a bitch. What did you say to him, Wendy?”

She shakes her head.

“I- I don’t know. The doctor said Abel’s getting stronger. He said maybe they would fix his belly. Maybe tomorrow morning.” I shake my head at her attempt to change the topic.

Now I have to worry about what the Nords know on top of everything else.

“They’ll do everything they can.”

I won’t hope. That’s a dangerous thing I can’t afford to do right now.

“My lawyer said they might file criminal charges. Fetal abuse. I got stuff back at the house in the stash drawer.”

“Jesus Christ.” I scoff, shaking my head.

It never ends with this bitch.

“You expect me to bring it to you so you can get high too?” I growl.

“No, I told you…” She whines.

“I didn’t even want to do it, Jax. You have to believe me. Just if they find that shit, they’re gonna put me away.”

“Might be the only way you’ll get clean,” I state honestly.

Plus, her outta the picture might make all the women in my life a lot happier.

“You own the house, Jax. I’d hate to see this blowback on you.”

The truth of her statement dumps over me like a bucket of cold water.

“Yeah, of course.” I chuckle dryly.

Now there’s another fucking mess I gotta fucking clean up.

It never ends.

Fuck, I need to find the shit before the girls do. I don’t want them anywhere near that shit, let alone touching it.

“Jax, wait. Please, please, Jax!” Her whining falls on deaf ears as I leave the hospital behind and hit the road.

Pulling up into the driveway, I gesture for the grunt to leave as I enter the house that never felt like a home.

I watch briefly as the girls pitch things into garbage bags, spraying and scrubbing down furniture.

It hits me in the heart and the gut.

The three women I love most are here together, doing what they can to make this shit show more tolerable.

I clear my throat. “It’s almost midnight.”

They all stop, startled by my appearance before glancing up at me with tired expressions.

“The place is a goddamn pigsty.” Ma huffs, picking up all the clothes laying around.

“Cleaning was never her strong suit. But it didn’t look like this last time we were here.”

Mom glances over at me.

Sitting on the desk next to the half wall that separates the living room from the wall, I look over at the girls working in the kitchen and dining room.

“What are you doing here?” Mom asks, continuing her almost frantic cleaning.

“It’s my house,” I offer, pulling my riding gloves off.

“No, it’s your property. There’s a big difference,” J corrects walking into the living room with another trash bag.

Lee meets my gaze, studying me with those blue lasers that always see everything I want to hide.

I look away, unable to keep my secret in the face of her worry-filled expression.

“You know what I mean. I don’t want you to see it this way,” Ma says as she continues to straighten and organize.

It’s her way, always in action to run from her emotions.

“You guys don’t have to do this.” Guilt hits me.

They’re over here cleaning up the mess I made.

My stomach clenches.

“Look, we just want it livable,” Lee says walking into the living room with an empty hamper for the clothes.

Her words should be soothing, but that’s the last thing I want right now.

“I’ll buy some decent carpet. Cigarette burns are everywhere.” Mom mutters, continuing to pick up Wendy’s mess. “Mom.” I try to grab her attention, but she continues to mumble and clean.

“Make this shit-hole a home for your son.”

Something in me snaps at the mention of Abel.

“Mom, For chrissakes, stop cleaning!” I bark.

J steps in front of her.

“Oh hell no. You don’t get to talk to her like that! Not when we’re here helping your ass out. Trying to clean up the fucking trail of mess you left behind. Like always!”

I flinch.

“Jax.” Lee shakes her head.

The disapproval is visible in her blue sapphires.

“He’s not gonna make it.” I let my worries fly out of my mouth.

The girls gasp, circling around me.

Lee grabs my hand, squeezing tight.

“W-What are you talking about?” Mom asks.

“What happened?” Lee and Journee ask in that twin sync way they have.

I exhale and shake my head.

“He was born with half a stomach and a hole in his heart. He’s gonna die—.”

My head is rocked to the left, and my side is on fire from mom’s slap and baby sister’s wicked pinch.

I think the little bitch drew blood and broke the skin.

But it’s Lee letting go of my hand that hurts the most.

“Don’t you say that! You’re the only one this boy’s got! You don’t believe he’s gonna live, you might as well go and kill him yourself.” Mom snaps, glaring at me as she speaks her truth.

Turning from me, she walks over to the table and grabs the joint and lighter sitting in a bowl.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles half-heartedly, lighting up the joint as I make my way towards her, cautiously.

My eyes catch Lee’s disappointed blues.

“You gotta go see him, Jax,” She says gently, stepping towards me.

Even through my pain, I hear Lee’s voice, but I can’t gather the guts yet to do what she’s asking me.

“I can’t.” I admit honestly.

“Why? Because he’ll break your heart? It’s called being a father,” Mom says, after blowing out her deep inhale.

I place my hand up on the half-wall, resting heavily against it.

“For how long? A day? A week?” I spit the words circling around my head out like poison.

Mom sighs, and nods to me to come take a seat with her.

I release my own sigh, and glance back to see the girls going back to cleaning but staying nearby.

Wiping at some crumbs on the table, I sink into the chair, exhausted.

Mom takes another hit from the joint before offering it to me.

I look up at her gratefully, taking a deep inhale as she takes a seat across from me.

“You know, you were born with that same heart defect as your little brother.”

She reaches across the table and gently knocks at my chest.

“You seem pretty sturdy to me.”

Her tone has changed to something a little softer and I can’t help but give her a small smile.

“I came through hell. Landed on my feet…your father was hit by a goddamn semi, dragged 178 yards...and that bastard lived for two more days. Tellers do not die easy.” She says with a proud smirk.

I snort.

“No, we just die bloody.” I say honestly.

I’m not sure that’s better.

“That’s the Irish in us,” Ma says without missing a beat.

The storm ends, and I turn to glance up at the girls.

“I’m sorry.” I mouth the words.

Journee scowls, and Lee shoots me a sad look that makes my heart squeeze painfully in my chest.

I need to get out of this moment.

“When you and dad hooked up, he ever talk to you about his vision? About what he wanted from the club?”

The girls look at me, and I nod.

Mom fidgets with the joint in her fingers before shrugging.

“His vision was— you know, what it is. A brotherhood. Family.” She offers me the joint.

“And running guns? He want that?” I keep on her, needing to get to the bottom of how we came to this position.

“He never talked about that. Why?” She eyes me for a moment, before standing from the table.

“I found a box of his old shit in the storage unit. There’s, like, pictures and journals and... Things I never knew about him.” I shrug.

“What kind of things?” Journee asks, pausing her cleaning.

“It seemed like his original idea for the MC was something simpler. You know, social rebellion. He called it a Harley commune. It wasn’t outlaw. It was real hippie shit.” I say with a slight smile.

It’s not hard to imagine my laidback father wanting that.

I take another hit of the joint, watching as Mom sighs and tosses her head slightly.

I can see her brimming with nervous energy.

I know she doesn’t like to talk about dad.

“We had a lot of bright ideas back then. We were kids. Your father became a man. Men take care of business.” She says, but she isn’t looking at me when she speaks.

“Yeah, we do.” I answer, blowing the smoke out of my nose.

“You should get home, Mom. Finish cleaning tomorrow. Lee and I will lock up.” I say as mom turns to look at me while Journee looks from me to Lee.

“You good?” She hugs Lee, who whispers something in her ear.

Mom walks over and frames my face for a moment.

“Night mom.” I say as she bends to press a kiss to my cheek.

“Night baby.” She whispers squeezing my hand before walking past me.

“Hey,” I nod at Mom. “Have her stop by the club. Your old man misses you.” I say, standing from the table.

Baby J steps closer and tugs me down to her.

“Do not fuck this up, Jaxass. Remember everything you have to lose.”

I nod my head.

“I hear you.”

She pats my cheek.

“Good.”

“Ok, darling.” Mom sounds exhausted.

It’s easy to forget sometimes she’s still only human.

“Good night, mom. Night Baby J.”

“Good night, baby.” Ma blows a kiss before grabbing her stuff.

“See you tomorrow, bro. Remember what I said.”

“Yeah.” I nod.

“Lee. I’m always a call away,” Baby J says, ignoring me as she walks up and kisses her.

I glance over to see Mom’s already out the door.

That’s new.

I guess they’re done giving a shit.

“I love you too, Nee.” Lee calls out.

They walk out, and I go to the drawer Wendy mentioned.

“What are you doing?” Lee asks, following me over to the stash drawer.

“Saving us a whole lot more trouble.” I remove the gun, syringes, and bags of smack.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lee screeches angrily.

“Obviously not mine.” I mumble, tucking the gun into the waistband of my jeans as I walk over to the bathroom.

“Why are you covering for her? It’s like enabling.” She says as I flush the baggies away.

“Cause it’s my damn house, Harley. Imagine how much the law would love to find that shit and charge me.”

She crosses her arms and nods.

“So, you sweep in and rescue her. She has no consequences?” She follows me back to the living room.

“She’s lying in the hospital half dead right. I’m pretty sure she’s paying.” I snap, turning to look at her.

“So you could go see the Junkie bitch, but not your son?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Explain it to me, then. Cause what I see is the one solid parent Abel has turning their back.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit, and you know it. That kid is going to have more love than most kids get in a lifetime.”

“Maybe. But it won’t make up for an absent father.” She pokes her finger at my chest.

I roll my eyes, fighting back the urge to growl.

“You already labeling me now? Don’t let your past mingle with my future. I’m ain’t like Wally, and you know it.” I swipe her hand away, shaking my head.

“No. But I know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of a junkie mother and a father who couldn’t’ be bothered,’ She whispers.

Her past pain bleeds into her blues, tugging at my heart strings.

Fuck.

I turn back to face her, bending slightly to catch her eyes.

“I get that, but it’s not the same, Lee. I just—my head is spinning, and I need to be grounded before facing him lying there like that, okay? It ain’t about a lack of love.” I run a hand through my hair, blowing out a deep breathe.

“You’re a Father now, Jax. You can’t keep things on the backburner anymore.” She steps forward, and I open my arms.

“I don’t want to fight, babe.” I say sincerely.

“So, let’s not fight.” Her tone doesn’t match her sentence.

I know she wants to keep talking about this and shit it’d be easier if she knew what went down with Wendy, but I’m ain’t about to add gasoline to that fire.

So I’ll keep this close to my chest for now.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask, just needing us to be okay.

“Anything, other than ignore him Jackson.” She throws her hands up in the air.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll go see Abel tomorrow.” I say, knowing it’ll make her happy.

“Yeah?” She whispers.

Her eyes light up, and I nod.

Fuck she’s got me wrapped around her finger don’t she?

“Yeah.” I swallow my pride and my fear.

I can’t control if I lose my son, but I can keep Lee.

“You’re right. I’ve been putting things on the back burner I should be handling. I want to be the kind of man my father was.” My throat clogs.

“This ain’t it.”

She steps into my arms and I hold her tight.

“I see him in you all the time Jackson. You just need to learn how to channel him and block out all the other bullshit thrown at you.” Wrapping her armss around my waist, she rests her head on my chest.

Inhaling the citrus scent of her hair, I let her ground me.

We’re in a fucking hurricane right now.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep our heads above water.

Tara, Wendy, Abel, Mayans, Nords, it’s all coming at us at once.

I can’t even catch my damn breath.

“Talk to me.” Lee tilts her head up, propping her chin on my chest as she turns those cerulean lasers up to lock onto mine.

Her anger’s faded, but I can see the steely determination in the depths of her electric blue eyes. She expects me to keep my word.

“That’s why I’m here.” She pushes gently.

I don’t even know where to start.

We’re in the middle of a powder keg, ready to explode.

The less she knows, the better.

Once you add her own issues with abandonment into the situation, I know rational thinking goes straight the fuck out the window.

“I don’t want to talk babe. I want to feel something other than worry and stress. I need you, Lee.” I whisper, pressing our lips together.

“Then have me, Jackson.” Her tone is husky but demanding.

She fists my hair and crashes our kiss together again.

I grip her face in my hands and dominate the kiss.

Tilting my head slightly I deepen our kiss and slip my tongue into her mouth, exploring the playground I already have memorized.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I crush her frame against my chest.

The mint of the gum she’s been chewing makes my tongue tingle as the addicting scent of spicy citrus fills my nostrils. Blood rushes to my cock, slowly hardening against her. She pulls back to suck in air, and I move my hands down to her hips. I don’t want her to be even an inch from me right now.

I press forward, moving her back towards the half-wall and the desk.

Lips lock and teeth gnash as our hands work in tandem, stripping each other of our bottoms.

Unbelted and unbuttoned, my jeans drop down my hips, weighted heavily by the items always attached.

I shove down the leggings she’s wearing and lift her up from the ground.

She wraps her knees around my waist as I hold her weight with one arm, clearing the small desk and positioning her against the half-wall.

Her fingers tug at my hair, turning my head to keep our lips connected.

I growl as my hardened cock strains against the confines of my boxers.

Her wet heat sears me through the thin cotton, painting my boxers in her fragrant juices.

“Fuck. you’re so wet, baby.” I groan, grinding against her slick folds.

“Always for you.” She whimpers, reaching into my boxers to pull my cock out.

“Shit.” I hiss as her warm fist wraps around me.

Precum leaks from my tip, and she uses her thumb to smear the sticky liquid down my cock.

“Fuck I love you.” I groan as she pumps me before lining me up with her hot entrance.

“Fuck me, Jackson. Claim me as yours.” The neediness in her tone causes the beast inside me to roar to life.

“Mine,” I growl, thrusting into her without warning.

She gasps, arching her back.

I bend down, sucking the skin of her neck into my mouth.

She whimpers, turning her head to the side to allow me more access.

I stay still, basking in being completely surrounded by her and losing myself in the taste of her skin.

I suck harder, wanting to leave my mark and let everyone know she’s claimed.

“Jackson.” She gasps, clenching her muscles around my cock.

I groan at how fucking tight she feels.

Biting her neck, she whines and rolls her hips towards me.

I slide back just slightly, desperate to remain inside her for as long as possible.

I roll my hips instead of sliding out.

“O-oh.” She moans, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and hugging me closer to her.

The wood creaks with the movement, and my hands move to her thighs to support her weight.

“You feel so fucking, good baby.” Lee moans as I continue to rotate my hips inside her.

I mix it up with a rhythmic back and forth but never out of her.

This is my pussy, and the only people allowed to play in here are J. Tellers.

The quick flash image of my baby sister making my girl come has me groaning loudly and thrusting deeper.

“Fuck baby, just like that!” She cries out, clenching around me.

Her back arches, and her body trembles.

“Shit, Jackson, I’m close—so fucking close.” She gasps, rocking her hips towards me erratically.

My cock grows impossibly hard as I near mine.

I bite at her collarbone, leaving my marks all over her neck.

No one will ever doubt this woman is claimed and claimed fucking well.

“I’m yours, baby,” I whisper against her lips, letting her know this claiming goes both ways.

“And you’re fucking mine.” I hiss, rotating my hips so my cock can hit that spot inside her that makes her shatter.

“YES!” She cries out, fingernails digging into the back of my neck as her pussy locks down on me like a fucking vice.

“Fuck.” I groan, falling headfirst into my own release and shooting my hot load deep inside her.

She hugs me close as I rest my weight on my forearms against the wall, trapping her between them and struggling to catch my breath.

Lifting my head, our eyes lock, and I’m lost in the soft glow of her electric blues.

“I love you so much, Harley,” I say, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips before I slowly ease out of her.

“Mmm, love you too.” She mumbles against my lips.

“I’ll love you even more if you get me a towel.” She blinks up at me with hazy eyes and a satisfied smile.

I bend down to pull my boxers and jeans back up.

Shit, the thought of my cum swimming around inside her could make me hard again.

I know she’s got that thing in her arm, but damn if I don’t love knowing she’s marked by me, inside out.

“Leave it,” I whisper, smirking as I help her stand.

Her eyes widen, shocked by my request.

“Really?” She asks as I drop to my knees to pull her leggings back up her legs for her.

I nod, standing back to my feet and pulling her close.

“You told me to claim you. Nothing says claimed like my seed swimming around inside you.” I slip my hand down the front of her leggings and cup her pussy.

The heat radiating through the thin, wet material has me biting my lip.

She whimpers.

“And what about you, Jackson?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Are you claimed?” She asks, confusing me with her line of questioning.

“You tell me?” I ask, tucking some loose strands from her messy bun back behind her ear.

“I thought so…” She runs her knuckles down my cheek gently.

Suddenly she’s pinching my chin tightly, tilting my head down to meet her gaze.

“But then I see, Tara Fucking Knowles is in town, and you don’t look all that shocked to see her.” The fury flames in her eyes once more.

Fuck. Shoulda known the calm would only last a few minutes.

I sigh, shaking my head.

“Shit. We really talking ‘bout this now?” I ask, stepping back.

“Fuck yes we’re talking about this! Why didn’t you fucking tell me, Jackson! I do not like being blindsided!” She pushes at my chest and steps away from me.

“How long have you fucking known? How long did you plan on keeping it from me? And why, why the hell didn’t you fucking tell me!” She pushes at my chest again.

“Lee, I’m sorry, aight? I was gonna tell you the other night when we went out for our ride, but then the Mayans blew up the warehouse, and Wendy ODing threw us right into the middle of it before I had a chance.”

I step towards her cautiously, slowly moving to grab her hands.

“I only found out that morning. I just wanted to get some us time in before I told you-“ I begin.

“Why?” She asks in a defensive tone, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Cause I know how you feel ‘bout Tara, and I just wanted us to be solid-“

She slides her hands out from mine and steps back.

Something deep inside growls at the thought of her stepping away from me.

“Why wouldn’t we be solid, Jackson? Should I be worried we’re not solid now that SHE’s back?” I can hear the accusations in her tone, and I don’t like it one damn bit.

“Nah Fuck that, Harley. Her being back don’t change shit ‘bout us.” I step to her, gripping her hips in my hands tightly.

“I think I just fucking proved that,” I growl, nodding towards the clatter of shit on the floor from our early escapade.

“You think I’m going to accept the scraps you used to give other women? Takes more than a quick fuck against a wall to make me feel secure.”

“Don’t say shit like that when you know it ain’t fucking true!” I yell before I can catch myself.

Her eyes widen, but I don’t see an ounce of fear in them.

“I fucking love you, Harley Grazer! Tara ain’t nothing to me but an old ghost, you fucking hear me!” My fingers grip her hips so she can’t step back from me again.

“That bitch is the past. You and I are headed towards a future. I ain’t gonna let that gash get in the way of that by gettin into your head.”

This is my fault.

I let her pull me from my girls and my family once before.

But I’m gonna make it damn clear it ain’t happening again.

I struggle to calm myself.

I can’t blame her for being cautious.

I release a shaky breath, trying to force some sanity back into my brain before I start to demolish the whole fucking house.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. My plan was to tell you after our ride before everything went to shit. I only found out that morning.” I loosen my grip on her hips but still hold her to me.

She’s holding tense but not trying to stepping back.

I sigh, rubbing a hand down my face when she continues to glare at me.

“I mean it, Harley. I’m sorry I let that shit get away from me, but I need you to trust me when I say I got no love left for her. S’far as I’m concerned, she’s my son’s doctor, that’s it.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me.

My heart clinches when she remains stiff and doesn’t melt against me the way she usually does. “Can we be okay now?” I ask, desperate for things to be right between us.

I can’t fucking handle one more damn thing right now.

Her fingers fist my hair as she tugs my hair back slightly to grab my attention.

“Don’t keep shit like that from me anymore, and we’ll always be okay, Jackson.”

My stomach knots as I think about the bombshell Wendy dropped on me in the hospital.

I should tell Lee, but I don’t know if I have the fucking energy to go through another argument right now.

I wrap my arms tighter around her waist, squeezing her to me as I collapse against her for a moment.

One thing at a time.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fanfiction #Jax Teller #chibs telford #Mo Astor #MoMondays

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astortheprophet · 3 years

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Battle in the Lost Woods.

#astor #astor the prophet of doom #astor prophet of doom #prophet of doom #link #age of calamity #hyrule warriors age of calamity #hyrule warriors #hwaoc #the middle gif if my favorite part honestly #that slow mo part was so fantastic

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lepidopterann · 3 years

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Mutania fnaf au bc I am Unstoppable when motivated by people liking my art

#people compliment my art and i just make MO RE #signal is funtime freddy and plees bon bon #as it should be #sage and ashe are nightguards only coming back to figure iut stuff abt the company and the dead kids and such #(sage bc his brother cyrus died and ashe for curiosity's sake)#cyrus is the puppet #astor is funtime foxy #end king is ennard #and cidre is mangle #signal my beloved its not a birthday party and you dont need all your strength to hug someone pls you broke someone's ribs #my art #mutania smp

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bahoreal · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV), 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sòng Lán | Sòng Zǐchēn/Xiǎo Xīngchén Characters: Sòng Lán | Sòng Zǐchēn, Xiǎo Xīngchén Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Modern Cultivation, Reincarnation, Pining, Get Together, game developer song lan, small business owner xiao xingchen, tooth rottingly sweet Summary:

“Song Lan!” He says, smiling slightly as he walks into the main room, heading behind the counter instead of greeting him where he’s standing, nearer to the door. When there are no obstacles between them, Xingchen has to keep a tight hold on himself so is not inappropriately familiar. He always wants to put his hands on Song Lan when they’re this close, but that’s always a bad idea. Song Lan was mysophobic in their previous life, and in this one he seems similar, but he especially seems to dislike touching Xingchen’s skin.

They brushed hands once when Xingchen handed him his coffee, months ago. Song Lan went pale on contact and looked nauseous for an hour afterwards.

Xingchen won’t put him through that again.

#songxiao #song lan #xiao xingchen #song zichen #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #i can finally post this!!! it was for the songxiao secret santa for my dearest iden astor 🤍🖤#.jmade

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dearestgojo · 3 years

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La Valse de L'Amour

Gojo x Fem Reader

A/n: Slightly based off the plot from 'The Luxe' by Anna Godbersen. This ended up being a little longer than I planned. Y'all enjoy.

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You watch as your older sister, Cathay, waltzes across the ballroom floor with Suguru Geto, the navy blue skirt of her dress brushing against the floor and his shoes as they spin across the room. The sleeves of her dress falling off her shoulders elegantly to show off her collar bones and the pearl necklace that rested above them. Even from across the grand ballroom you can see she is uncomfortable dancing with the young bachelor, who your mother had most likely insisted she dance with.

Looking around you spot your mother,standing near the top of the twisted staircase,talking with a man who looks familiar. White hair slicked back and a monocle on his right eye, a knob cane in one of his hands and the other hooked through your mothers elbow as they descended down the stairs. Her scrutinizing gaze meets yours and you shrink further into the marble column you're standing next to. Your mother’s eyes quickly shift from you to Catherine, a smile tugging at the ends of her lips when she sees who she is dancing with.

The song ends and your sister is asked by the other man for the next dance, Suguru hands her over to him. She bows and the music starts over and she is once again being dragged across the floors. You wonder if her feet might ache and for a second feel lucky that you are not the eldest daughter of the Astor household. You push yourself off the column and weave your skirt between the large planters near the wall until you reach the one of the ceiling to wall doors that lead out to Clarence's Garden.

The cool air bites at the exposed skin of your shoulders and arms, and the lights from the inside of the ball room shining through the windows and lighting the terrace that opens to the large Garden, two curved staircases leading down towards opposite ends. You move along to the center of the large railings. Pulling the bottom of your lavender skirts up you take out the cigarette you had stolen from one of the maids' rooms earlier in the evening along with a lighter. You look over your shoulder quickly, making sure that your mother hasn't followed you out, bring the white tobacco stick up to your lips and light it. Inhale. Exhale. You watch the white puff of smoke that leaves your lips fly up and disappear into the dark night.

“That’s very unbecoming of a lady.” A teasing voice startles you from behind.

Whipping around, dropping and stomping out the ciggie with your foot, you find a pair of blue eyes looking at you from the entrance to the garden. The moonlight and light from inside bouncing off the white hair on the top of his head. You recognize him immediately from the newspapers and gossip. One most eligible bachelors of New York. Satoru Gojo.

He was six years your senior at twenty-four, and from what you had heard he was a womanizer, ruining young ladies and moving on to his next conquest without a sparring a second thought to their reputations. Moving from place to place, never staying in one for too long. Apparently he would partake in dangerous carriage races, illegal boxing fights, and driving motorcars. He was someone you had been warned not to find yourself involved with even if he was the heir to one of the richest families in New York.

“What are you going to do? Tell my mother? I don’t think being a tattletale is very gentlemanly.” You raise an eyebrow at him when he laughs. Satoru takes a few more steps into the terrace, the music from inside the ballroom filling in the silence as he gets closer to you. Trying to take a step back you find yourself trapped between him and the railings. There’s no escape unless you want to explain to your mother how you ended up covered in rose thorns and a torn dress. “Except it wouldn’t be a tale,” He leans in, face inches from yours, “Now would it?”

You open your mouth to say something back, but the laughter coming inside serves as a reminder that you are a lady and must act like one. He stands straight back up when you don’t say anything back. He eyes you from the bottom of your skirt to the small pendant necklace around your neck, to your face that is framed by a few loose curls. “May I ask why a lady such as yourself is smoking out here instead of dancing in there?” He asks, directing his eyes back to the party happening past the large windows. The shadows of the people on the ballroom floor dancing across the floor of the patio.

Sliding between the space between your bodies you shoot him a slight glare, “I don’t think that is any of your business, and a rude question.” You eye the entrance to the ballroom, your mother could be looking for you, and would likely scowl you for not being where you were supposed to.

Satoru Gojo hums lightly, tapping the tips of his fingers to his chin, “True, but it seems that you don’t care much for etiquette, or the rules of society for that matter.”

You're a few steps away from him now, still able to lean against the thick railings of the terrace balcony, “And from what I’ve heard neither do you...Satoru Gojo.”

“Tsk,” he laughs looking back at the ballroom, blue eyes shining against the lights,” Why do women like to gossip so?” He asks, Your far away enough that you shouldn’t be able to smell him, but the breeze carries his scent to you. He smells of cigarettes, something that seems to be purely him, and, it hits your nose last, what could only be the distinct scent of women’s perfume. You look back up at his face, a sly smile on his lips, “Do you believe them to be so?” He whispers.

Returning his smile you leaning, covering the side of your face that faces the ballroom, whispering back, “If they are true, then that just makes you more intriguing,”

He takes a few steps closer to you, the smile on his face growing wider, “Well, I deny them all, of course.” Satoru Gojo is but two steps away from you, his eyes twinkling under the moonlight and lights of the ballroom, “Except one.” He’s standing directly in front of you now, hands behind his back, “The one about liking pretty little things like you. But that is beside the case. How old are you? You can’t have been out in society very long. Probably have never been kissed prop-”

“I have been kissed, for your information,“ You shoot back, your mind remembering Charles Kane, who you had kissed in the cloakroom at the Kipp's ball last month, and how he had tasted of tobacco and liquor.

Satoru hums, foot tapping lightly against the floor, leaning in once again towards you. “Not very well from the looks of it.” He laughs, head flying back when he does, chest shaking. He's enjoying this, teasing the daylight out of you. You let out an annoyed huff, picking your skirt up and walking towards the entrance to the party, “Where are you going? You know it’s rude to leave in the middle of a conversation, right?”

You do your best to ignore him, walking a few yards to the wide door until you are stopped by a large hand wrapping around your elbow. Turning your head around, a few loose strands of hair falling from the top of your head, you see Satoru looking down at you with that sly smile. “What do you want?” You ask angrily

It seems he likes that because his smile only seems to grow. The music coming from inside was much louder now that they were closer. Satoru Gojo leans into your ear and whispers, “Would you like to know?”

The warmth of his breath against sent tickles up your spine, and the teasing sound of his voice has butterflies going crazy inside your stomach. “Know what?” You whisper back, eyes wide and innocent like looking up into his.

“What it feels like to be truly kissed?”

You don’t have much time to dwell on his question before his lips are pressed onto yours. All you can think is, this is what it is supposed to feel like. To be truly kissed. It was supposed to go from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, making them dance inside your shoes. A kiss is supposed to turn your world in a single moment. A kiss is meant to take your breath away, and leave you gasping for air and craving more. It should feel like the entirety of the world stopped for that single moment in time. That’s what it feels like to be kissed by Satoru Gojo.

He pulls away, thumb resting right at the curve of your lip, full smile on his face, “Now you know.” Satoru tips his head, smile never leaving his face, and walks back into the crowd of people inside Clarence's ballroom.

You're left on the terrace, face feeling hot and lips tingling. A new waltz starting is what brings you out of your thoughts, smile on your lips when you pick up the end of your skirt and make your way back inside. I kissed Satoru Gojo. The words repeat over and over as you make your way to find your mother. I kissed Satoru Gojo!

You're sitting in the parlor of your family's home, near the window, staring absentmindedly as the rain hits the window. The book in your hands is long forgotten as you think back to that night that happened over a month ago. Your fingers brushing against your bottom lip, swearing you can still feel the warmth of Satoru’s lips against yours.

“Y/n!, y/n!” The sound of your mothers voice calling your name snaps you out of your daydream.

“Yes, mother?” You turn to look at her, setting your book down.

“I’ve been calling your name for the past ten minutes. What has got into you lately? You’ve been so distracted.” She’s walking to you, the long sleeves of her emerald dress contrasting against her skin in an unflattering manner. “I was telling you to go up to your room and get ready for dinner, we have guests tonight.”

She adjusts a few loose strands of her back into the clipped braid on the back of your head, “May I ask who?” You look back out the window while your mother continues to fuss over your appearance.

“You’ll know when they get here. Now this will be an important night for your sister, I expect you to be on your best behavior, y/n.” You can hear the warning in her tone and see it in her eyes, “Do you understand?”

You nod your head and pick the skirt of your dress up, nodding your head, “Yes mother.” You pick up your skirt and make your way up the stairs to your sister's bedroom where she is getting ready for dinner. Cathay’s hair is being braided by her maid, “Do you know who is coming for dinner?” You ask not to bother to knock or greet her, sprawling out on the soft mattress of her bed.

Catherine looks at you from her side, “I do not.” She raises her chin when the maid is putting in the last of the pin in her curls.

“Do you think it might be Surugu Geto coming to ask you to court? I saw the way he was looking at you at Clarence's ball.” Your sister’s maid moves to pick the petticoat from the bed that lays by your head, Cathay turns her head looking out her bedroom window that provides her the perfect view to the stables in the back. Outside James Fields is brushing the horses and feeding them, the man responsible for the longing look in your sister's eyes, but you're too busy looking up at the ceiling to notice.

“I do not know. It is likely that it's a suitor that mother has approved of.” She says standing from the vanity stool, letting the maid slide the petticoat over her head and tighten the laces in the back.

You hum, pushing yourself up into a sitting position to look at her, a teasing smile on your face, “Who do you wish for it to be the young eligible Surugu Geto or the old rich Richmond Gray with his bulging belly and receding hairline?”

Cathay glowers from where she stands. You huff at her lack of response, a small knock at the door turning your attention away from your sister. “Come in,” Cathay calls out to the person behind the door.

Your maid, Ira, appears on the other side of the door, in her hands the dress your mother had chosen for you to wear tonight, “Miss y/n, your mother has sent me to fetch you and prepare you for tonight's dinner.” She says keeping her head down. She had always been on the shy side, even after you had repeated that she could drop the formalities because the two of you were close and age, and you needed a friend to speak to in the large lonely manor.

“I’ll be right there, Ira.” You stand from the bed, adjusting the length of your skirt and bodice. Turning to Cathay who is being slipped into a long sleeved yellow dress that brought out the natural brightness of her face, “I’ll see you later tonight.” You walk out the room following your maid, eyeing the pink skirts of the dress your mother had chosen for you. You hated pink, it was such a childish color.

Following your Maid into your room you let her undress you, and unclip your hair. She gently brushes the strands of hair, as if not to hurt your head. You look at her fresh face in the mirror, Ira was two years older than you and unmarried, it made you wonder. “Ira can I ask you something?”

“Whatever you want to miss.” she responds softly, brushing the ends of your long hair.

“Y/n. At least call me y/n when we are alone.” Looking at her nervously you ask, “Have you ever been kissed? Like really kissed to the point where the kiss lingers on your lips to days on end?”

Ira stops brushing your hair, red flushing her face. “I do not know what you mean...y/n.” You turn on the stool you’re sitting on to look up at her, your eyes twinkling with mischief.

“I kissed Satoru Gojo at Clarence's ball last month. The scandalized look on her face makes you burst into a fit of giggles, and you stand from the stool spinning across the room. “Oh, Ira it was such a magical kiss. I can still feel his lips against mine when I close my eyes.” You sigh leaning up against the window, “Do you think I’ll see him again?”

Ira moves, prepping the pins and brush to make you presentable to your mother, “I do not know, but you must stay away from him. He isn’t good news from what I’ve heard in the market.”

Leaning against the bedpost you wrap your arms around it, looking at Ira whose face has returned to the same blank stare since she started working for your family three years ago. You sigh arching your back against the post, “How do we know those aren’t just rumors. He could be really nice for all we know.”

“Still it’s best not to take that risk. You are a lady afterall.” She says, patting the seat of the stool for you to sit on so she can braid and pin your hair to the top of your head.

“But it wouldn’t hurt us to give him the benefit of the doubt would it?” You ask. Looking at yourself in the mirror, watching her nimble fingers weave your hair from the front into a side french braid, pulling a few strands near your ears to frome your face.

“It wouldn’t hurt to be safe and stay away.” She says, finishing the top braid and continue to the rest of your hair. Silence falls for afterwards, Ira pins the braid to the nape of your neck before helping you slip into the bright pink dress.

It was an ugly thing, with the neck reaching your chin and the sleeves with lace cufflinks and lace on the hem of the skirt. It made your skin look sickly in it, you didn’t know why your mother insisted on dressing you in such an ugly color.

“Can I not wear a different dress? Maybe the red one from Webb's dinner party two months ago?”

Ira shakes her head, fluffing the petticoat underneath and adjusting the dress’s skirt, “Your mother insisted you wear this one.” Ira stands bowing her head, “Mrs. Astor will be up in a few moments. Excuse me, Miss y/n” She takes two steps back opening the door and then disappearing behind it.

You sigh in defeat, walking over to the window that looks out into the street. Pressing your head against the cool window you see a black carriage pull up to the house, two large white horses pulling it. The rain has stopped letting you see clearly when two male figures exit the carriage. You're able to recognize one of them even under the top hat on the old man's head, it’s hard to miss the custom cane in his wrinkling hand and the monocle that rests on his right eye. He's the man you had seen speaking with your mother at The Clarence's Ball. You can't see the other man's face, top hat tipped over his face as he follows the old man up to the entrance of the manor. From what you can tell he is young, maybe a few years older than you, judging by the way he moves more quickly than the old geezer beside him. His build and stance seem familiar to you from afar, but you can't seem to recall from where or who it is.

There’s a small tap against your bedroom door before your mother walks in, a black dress with black lace along the ends of the sleeve and hem of her dress. You stand at the end of the bed, your hands clasped in front of you. She examines you from the top of your head to the bottom of the dress, nodding when she’s satisfied by how you look, “Your sister is already down stairs, and our guests have arrived. Come on, we don't want to keep them waiting.” She turns on her heels and walks down the call to the staircase that leads down to the foyer of the manor. You see Catherine at the end of the stairs, her yellow dress making her seem brighter than usual, the collar of her dress stopping right above the nape of her neck and the lace of her yellow dress complimenting it. A big contrast to the pink hideous thing you wore.

Your mother walks up to her fixing the necklace around the collar of her dress, whispering something in her ear, a thin smile spreading across your sister's face. Smiling at Catherine, your mother nods her head towards the entrance to the parlor, leading the way for the two of you. When you walk in, one of the housemaids is serving tea to the gentleman in the room. The older man is sitting in one of the loveseats of the room while the younger man is standing near the far window looking out into your front yard, his back facing you, white tufts of hair free from the condiments of the top hat he had been wearing. It takes you but a second to recognize the back of his head, his white hair unique to his family line. “Hello Mr. Gojo.” Your mother greets the old man in the seat walking towards him and offers her hand to shake when he stands, “It's such a pleasure for you and your son to join us for dinner tonight.”

“It’s a pleasure to be able to spend the afternoon with such beautiful company,” the senior Gojo pressed a kiss to the center of the back of your mothers hand, moving along to your sister and then repeating the process.

You can feel your heart beating rapidly when the younger Gojo turns around his eyes, finding yours from across the room. The smile on his face falters when he recognizes you instantly, but quickly returns before any of the others realize something. He stalks over to your mother, “Hello Mrs. Astor.” He takes her hand and presses a soft kiss on it, bowing down to meet it, “It’s a pleasure to meet you and your equally beautiful daughters.” His eyes shift from your mother to Cathrine to you, where they linger for a second longer. You can almost swear he's looking at your trembling lips.

“The pleasure is ours Mr. Satoru Gojo,” Your sister answers back, arms neatly tucked in front of her and her head raised high. Satoru smiles at her, bowing his head forward a bit. You remain silent beside her, wondering what the purpose of this dinner was. You wonder for a second if Satoru had taken interest in to the point where he had asked all around New York for your name to come here and ask to court you. Smiling to yourself you miss part of the conversation, Cathay tugging at your sleeve.

“Yes?” Snapping your head to look at her you notice that your mother and the two men are now walking out of the parlor.

“We're having dinner. What is wrong with you, you’ve been daydreaming too often lately.” You follow out of the room, walking through the hallway, five steps behind the gentleman and your mother, whose point at the paints on the walls.

You look at the back of Satoru’s head, watching as he nods along while your mother speaks, “It’s nothing.” Catherine hums in response as you all enter the dining room. The small chandelier above lighting the room. The seating arrangement has your mother sitting at the head of the table, with the senior Gojo sitting at her side, next to him is his son. On the other side of the table it’s you and then your sister, sitting directly in front of the young Gojo heir.

The servers walk in, setting the first plate in front of you, your mother and Mr. Gojo in conversation while the rest of you eat in silence. There are a few instances where your sister and Satoru get brought into the conversation, but they keep their answers curt, eyes returning to the plates of food in front of them after answering. You remain the only silent one at the table, and can’t help but wonder what your purpose of being there is.

Dinner ends and your mother orders a few of the maids to prepare some tea and to take it to the second parlor near the back down the hall from the kitchen. You follow after everyone the skirt of your dress skimming against the yellow rug, watching as your mother and the senior Gojo lean in and whisper. Eyes shifting to the back of Cathay and Satoru’s heads as they follow behind your parents.

It feels like everyone knows something except you. The look on Satoru’s eyes when he saw you should have been to let you know. The sitting arrangement during dinner. And now walking into the parlor, your watch as your sister takes the seat opposite of Satoru, sitting next to your mother while you’re left the chair adjacent to them, Satoru Gojo to your right. He’s unusually quiet, you think, nothing like the man from The Clarence's ball.

The maids come in with the tea, setting the cups and sugar on the table in the center of the chairs. Mr. Gojo picks up his cup, bringing the tea up to his lips, “I think we should talk about what we came here for. The engagement announcement between my only son, Satoru, and your oldest daughter Catherine.”

The next three months move by slowly. Your mother makes preparations for the wedding, ordering flowers, scheduling fittings and tastings, and making sure that you stay out of trouble. Satoru and your sister go on outings along the park, making sure to be seen together, always making front page in the tabloids. You remain in your room, declining invitations to balls and tea parties, staring aimlessly out the window. The weather outside is changing from cool to hot, the dressmaker making frequent trips to make your dresses for the summer.

“Your mother said you could pick out the fabrics and colors of the dresses, since she’s too busy with the wedding preparations.” Claire, your seamstress, says measuring your bust. You look at the line of fabrics scattered around the room, lingering on some of your favorite colors, the crimson reds, dark blues, and greens. “She did however insist on making you a sky blue dress for the ball the Porter’s are holding tonight, and that you try the dress on before leaving here with it.” She looks up at you, quickly adding, “She didn’t give any specifications to the dress, so I went ahead and made it into something I knew you would like.” She backs away from you, “Wait here.” She disappears into one of the rooms, coming out seconds later with one of the most beautiful dresses you had ever seen.

It’s embroidered with golden threads along the hem of the dress skirt and the bodice, the sleeves falling off the shoulders more than what was appropriate for a lady of your class. Upon closer examination you notice that the embroidery designs are butterflies. You could already see yourself dancing the night away in it. “It’s beautiful.” You whisper in awe, running your fingers along the silk material.

“I got a little something extra to go with it.” Claire pulls out a small box handing it to you.

“You didn’t have to.” You smile at her.

“I know but you’re one of my best customers and this dress is one of a kind, if you ask me. No one else will be wearing anything like it tonight. Open it.” She pushes the box closer to your chest. Smiling at her, you open the small box. Inside is a choker necklace, a golden butterfly with small sapphires decorating it’s wings in the center held up by threads of fabric that matched the color of your dress. “This is stunning, Claire.”

“I know. I asked the jeweler down at fifth to personalize it.” She smiles at you.

“I can’t take this. Mother will be angry if I do.” You close the box trying to give it back to her.

Claire shakes her head, “She doesn’t have to know.” You smile at her, your eyes tearing up a bit.

“Thank you.” The three months of watching the man who consumed your mind every second of the day courting your sister, seemed to disappear thanks to the small act of kindness.

You can feel the envious glares of the other women as you dance along the ballroom floor, along with the disapproving eyes of your mother, and the hungry stares of the men. It feels like for the first time in months you're walking on cloud nine. Claire had been right, your dress one of a kind compared to the simple dress of the other women at the ball.

Issac Curtis spins you along the dance floor, his sweaty hand resting against the small of your back. He's talking to you, but you can’t seem to hear a word he's saying. Not when a certain pair of azure eyes that match the blue of your dress follow you as you're swept along the ballroom. Satoru Gojo stands on the far end of the ballroom hear the curved staircases that lead down into the room, your sister and mother a few steps away from him. Next to him is Suguru Geto, who four months ago had had his eyes on Catherine, now eyeing you as you danced with partner after partner. He was waiting his turn to get a chance to dance with scandalous y/n Astor who had worn the most improper dress for a lady of her status. But he would have to wait, because when the song ends your future brother-in-law asks for the next dance before anyone else has the chance.

The music starts out slow, steadily increasing in tempo as it continues. You follow Satoru’s lead, his fingers intertwined with yours, and his hand resting lower on your back than seemed acceptable.

“You look stunning tonight.” He says, leading you to the furthest end away from your mother and sister. He looks down at you longingly, tongue sliding across his bottom lip when he catches the curve of your red lips.

You turn to look at your sister, in her burgundy dress with black lace, and the same pearl necklace she would wear to every ball. “Shouldn’t you be saying that to my sister, you're fiancée?" You meet Satoru’s eyes.

“I should, but I would be lying if I did. Just look at the way all these people are staring at you. You're the most beautiful girl here, and to tell her your sister that she is would be rude and dishonest of me.” He sways you to the center of the dance floor, the music increasing in speed, coming to the climax of the song. “And for what it matters, she’s not the sister that caught my eye.”

You feel your breath catch in your throat, the people dancing around you seem to slow down, the song decreasing in speed. You don’t know if it’s all happening in your head or if it’s real, but for a few moments it feels like it’s just you and him in the large ballroom moving along the dance floor. Your skirt rises and falls as you move along, matching his pace.

“Then why marry her?” You ask, eyes solely focused on the young heir.

“Because it’s what our parents want.” The world around you slowly becomes focused after he utters, “Though I wish it was you and not her.” The song ends and you're forced to go separate ways when Mr. Suguru Geto asks for the next dance. Satoru kisses the back of your hand, bowing before walking away,

The music starts up, and as you're being moved along to the music your eyes stay on him. Watching as he disappears up to the top of the stairs. His words repeat in your head and in your heart. I wish it was you.

It’s the loud screams of your mother that wake you up on the morning of the wedding. You're rushing down the stairs, barely tying the knot to your robe. When you reach the entrance to the manor, you find your mother on the floor with a crumpled piece of paper in her fist.

“Mother, what is wrong?” You kneel down next to her, watching the tears stream down her face. She raises a single shaking finger to point to the entrance to the front of the manor. You manage to catch a glimpse of a white horse, your sister's favorite horse, turn the corner. On the back your sister rides, arms wrapped tightly around the stable boy.

You don’t know why, well maybe you do, but you feel a sense of relief wash over your body when Catherine disappears from your line of sight. The sobbing of your mother echoes throughout the house, waking the maids and other staff. “How could she do this to us!”

“Mother please calm down. It’s not good for you to be so upset.” You rub the spot between her shoulders in an attempt to calm her, “Did she leave a note explaining why she left?” You ask. Your mother shoves the piece of paper in her hands at you. Hesitantly taking it you begin to read.

Mother,

I am sorry, but I can not go through with this farce. I have no feelings for that man, no passion or love. For that reason I have decided to leave with the man who holds the key to my heart. I know that it is likely that I will never see you or y/n ever again, so please know that I did not intend to hurt either of you with my choice. I will forever love the two of your dearly.

Love,

Cathay.

You read the words over and over. The sister who you had always seen as obedient had defied your mothers words and left her comfortable lifestyle to live in poverty...because of love.

Your mother remains on the floor, crying, “What are we going to do now? The wedding is supposed to happen in five hours, and we have no bride.”

Sighing you shrug, trying to hide how happy you are that there would be no marriage between your sister and Satoru Gojo. “I suppose we’ll have to cancel the whole thing.”

She stands from the ground,”No, we’ll look for her. She couldn’t have gotten far.” Your mother adjusts the strings of her robe, turning to look at one of the maids, “Go get Gerald, tell to gather a few men and to go out to look for her. This wedding is happening. You go get ready.” She pushes past you back up the stairs to her room, head held up high.

Five hours later while standing outside of the church, you’re listening to the wedding guest gossip among themselves. News of your sister’s disappearance spread quickly among the socialites, who now all waited to see if your sister would make a last second appearance. Your mother stands near a corner with Mr. Gojo. The two of them now conversing in hushed voices in one of the corners of the foyer to the church. Your mother’s face flushed with shame at the rebellious act of Catherine.

“I don’t know if I should feel mortified that I’m getting left at the altar, or if I should be jumping up and down.” You turn to find Satoru Gojo in his best suit walking up to you. He pulls out a small pack of ciggies and a lighter. He offers you one of the cigarettes, looking at the crowd around you you shake your head. He shrugs, lighting the lighter that illuminates his face underneath his hat, highlighting the bags under his blue eyes. “Your sister really made a name for herself with this little stunt. Leaving the most eligible man of New York at the altar to run off to god knows where.” He puffs some smoke out between his lips. “You wouldn’t happen to know where she’s gone off to?”

You shrug, lifting the yellow satin skirt of your dress and adjust the hat on the top of your head, “I don’t know a thing. Maybe she found out the rumors about you were true and ran off.”

Satoru smiles at you, bringing the smoke back to his lips, “Maybe. It's a shame though. Now father will look for a new suitable lady for marriage.” His eyes travel along the curves of your body, stopping at the covered bust underneath your dress, “A shame really I was looking forward to having you as a sister-in-law and being close to you.”

Heat travels up the back of your neck at what his words imply, “I guess it will be a shame not having you as a brother-in-law.” You bat your eyelashes at him, your attention turning when one of the men your mother had sent out returns. He shakes his head at your mother, who’s face falls even further.

“And that settles it, guess we won’t be seeing much of each other.” He throws the butt of the cigarette on to the floor, stomping it out with the bottom of his shoe. “A shame really.”

You nod your head, letting your eyes linger on the curves of his lips, “Truly.”

Two months pass and there has been no word of your sister or the stable boy, James. Though you happen upon your mother one late one night tossing an envelope into the fireplace. Her eyes watching the flames consuming the paper. You can tell that though she pretends your sister's defiance didn’t rattle her, she is hurt and disappointed in the daughter she had raised to be a lady of high morals, but above all she is humiliated at being the talk of everyone of high class in New York.

You continue your life as usual. Attending balls, sneaking away with a few of your dance partners for stolen kisses. Most of what drives you to make appearances, though you have no interest to do so, are the stolen glances between you and Satoru as he watches you disappear into cloakrooms or closests with said men. Chasing something that only he had been able to ignite in you.

Watching as his eyes chase after you while you dance and smile. Your body heating up when you walk beside him intentionally brushing the back of your hand against his. It’s a dangerous game to play, especially with Satoru Gojo, but you couldn’t have enough of the lust filled stares that would follow you across rooms.

Peering over the railings of the stairs that lead down to the Jones Grand Ballroom, falling your mother three steps behind, you spot him. Cigar between his lips, smoke blowing into the air near one of the enormous planters placed by one of the large columns of the room. The large chandler reflected off his hair much like it had the night he kissed you. He looks just as carefree as the rumors paint him as. It makes you wonder what truly lies between that facade.

Parting ways with your mother you make hast for the ladies room, lifting the skirts of your ivory dress. Standing next to one of the columns is Charles Kane, his long lanky form leaning against it. He smiles when he spots you approaching him, eyes hungrily eating in your figure. Your passage is intercepted, causing you to bump into the board chest of the person.

“Your mother is watching.” The sound of his voice sends shivers down your spine, and you look up to meet the longing look of his blue eyes. He bows down, taking your hand in his, “May I have this dance Miss y/n.”

The people around you stare, wondering what Satoru Gojo is doing, asking the sister of the woman that left him at the altar for a dance. Looking behind him you see that your mother is indeed looking at you. She nods her head giving you permission to accept the dance. “Yes, you may.” You place your hand in his and let Satoru Gojo to the center of the room.

A shiver runs up your spine when he places his hand on the bottom of the small of your back, turning you to sway with the music. “How have you been? Have you heard anything from your sister?” He whispers just loud enough for you to hear over the music. You shake your head. “I’ve seen that you have made a name for yourself. The disreputable younger Astor heiress who dances with anyone and everyone.” It clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“I don’t think it’s really anyone's business who I dance to or don't dance with you.” You watch a few strands of his hair fall loose.

Satoru Gojo pulls you in closer, leaning into your ear as he whispers,“It is if you ever want to get married.” You can see that a couple of people in the crowd take notice of his movements. Your body heats at the thoughts of all the rumors that will be spread tonight by the simple act.

“Maybe I don’t wish to get married. Maybe I’ll run off like my sister.” You bat your eyes at him, smiling innocently.

The song comes to an end, and the crowd claps when Mr. Eugene Jones stands on the bottom of the staircase. Satoru bows and walks away from you, walking towards the front of the crowd where his father waits for him at the bottom of the stairs, next to Mr. Jones, his wife, and their redheaded daughter, Lena.

Eugene Jones clears his throat, the crowd around him settling, “First and foremost I would like to thank everyone who attended tonight. We greatly appreciate you taking time out of your night to join us, and to be able to have you all with us to celebrate tonight. As I assume most of you have seen in the newspapers, or gossip tabloids, Mr. Satoru Gojo has been courting my daughter, Miss Lena Jones.” Mr. Jones smiles lovingly down at his daughter, “and it is with great pleasure that we are happy to announce their engagement.” The crowd around you claps, a few of the men howling. Eugene raises his hands again calming the crowd once more, “Thank you, thank you. Now please continue to enjoy the pleasures of tonight and have a wonderful night.”

The crowd separates once The Jones and Gojo’s step down, a few mingling among the two families, giving them their congratulations. You hover around the spot where you stood, letting the words of the engagement announcement sink in. Letting yourself reminisce over a kiss that feels like it happened long ago.

You wouldn’t say you loved Satoru Gojo. No. You barely knew him. But your heart was craving for the story that should have followed that kiss. The story that you would’ve loved to tell your grandchildren when you both were old. Satoru turns his eyes meeting yours from across the ballroom, he gives you a tight smile that you return.

Raising the skirt of your dress, you turn on your heels, walking out to the balcony of the ball room. Mourning for the love that you never had. You pull out one of the ciggies and lighter from your usual hiding spot underneath the skirts of your dress, not bothering to see if anyone sees. You take a few drags of the stick watching as the smoke flies up into the sky before disappearing.

“That’s not very becoming of a lady such as yourself, Miss y/n.” You hear from behind you.

Turning over your shoulder you see a vaguely familiar head of blond locks and stern frown. You bring the cigarette up to your mouth and blow the smoke out, smiling teasingly, “What are you going to do? Tell my mother?”

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neoprawnouns · 2 years

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Space Pronouns

voi/void/voidself

voi/vois/voiself

ast/aster/asters/asterself

astrum/astrums/astrumself

be/bel/ix/trix/bellatrixself

be/bet/geu/geuse/betelgeuseself

ca/cas/tor/astor/castorself

co/con/cons/const/constellself

com/com/comet/comets/comself

di/dip/dipper/dippers/dipperself

ga/gal/gala/galax/galaself

bo/bor/eal/ealis/borealiself

jup/jups/jupself

mars/mars/marself

merc/mercs/mercself

nep/neps/nepself

si/sir/rius/irius/siriu(s)self

so/sol/sols/sols/solaireself

sol/sola/sols/solaself

space/space/spaces/spaceself

star/starry/starself

star/stars/starself

neb/neb/nebself

nova/novas/novaself

or/or/orion/orions/orself

po/pol/polaire/polaris/polariself

lu/luna/luns/lunaself

mete/mete/meteor/meteor/meteself

mo/moon/moons/moonself

moon/moons/moonself

Lun/lun/lunar/lunars/lunarself

Sol/sol/solar/solars/solarself

Sun/sun/suns/suns/sunself

sta/star

ri/ring (coiners notes: based on saturn)

u/uni/ver/verse/universeself

uni/verse

plu/pluto

andro/meda/andros/medas/andromedaself

ve/la/ves/las/velaself

vela/vela/velas/velas/velaself

cassio/peia/cassis/peias/cassiopeiaself

ara/ara/aras/aras/araself

la/certa/las/certas/lacertaself

dra/co/dracos/dracos/dracoself

delphi/nus/delphis/delphisdelphinuself

Cel/Celest/Celestial/Celestials/Celestialself

Celestial/Celestial/Celestials/Celestials/Celestialself

Cele/Stial/Celestial/Celestials/Celestialself

Co/Com/Comet/Comets/Cometself

Comet/Comet/Comets/Comets/Cometself

Galaxy/Galaxy/Galaxies/Galaxies/Galaxyself

Galaxy/Galaxy/Galaxys/Galaxys/Galaxyself

Gal/Gala/Galaxy/Galaxies/Galaxyself

Orbit/Orbit/Orbits/Orbits/Orbitself

Pla/Planet/Planets/Planets/Planetself

Mi/mil/milky/milkyway

lyr/lyra/lyras/lyrself

lyra/lyr/lyrs/lyraself

sol/sola/solssolaself

saturn/saturns

Astral/Astrals

Cosmo/Cosmos

💫/💫s

🌙/🌙s

🪐/🪐s

#neopronoun list #Space pronouns #tw.emojis

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everypronoun · 3 years

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Hi :D!! can I request some pronouns related to space? if not that's ok •w•

big list of space pronouns

space/celestial:

a/ac/ux/rux/acruxself

ada/dar/ara/dara/adaraself

ast/aster/asters/asterself

astrum/astrums/astrumself

be/bec/ux/rux/becruxself

be/bel/ix/trix/bellatrixself, bellatriself, or bellaself

be/bet/geu/geuse/betelgeuseself, betelgeuself, or betelself

bene/benet/nas/nasch/benetnaschself or benetself

bri/bright/brightself

ca/cap/nop/nopus/canopu(s)self or canoself

ca/cap/pel/pella/capellaself or capelself

ca/cas/tor/astor/castorself

cel/cer/celes/celeself

cele/celes/celeself

che/ach/nar/ernar/achernarself or acherself

co/con/cons/const/constellself

com/com/comet/comets/comself

da/ald/deb/debar/aldebaranself or aldeself

dar/dark/darkself

de/den/neb/deneb/denebself

di/dip/dipper/dippers/dipperself

di/diph/da/das/diphdaself

do/dor/rad/rado/doradoself or doradself

du/dub/ub/ubhe/dubheself

fla/flare/flareself

fo/mal/hau/haut/fomalhautself or fomalself

ga/gac/ux/rux/gacruxself

ga/gal/gala/galax/galaself

gala/galas/galaself

glim/glim/glimmer/glimmers/glimself

glow/glow/glowself

ha/hal/mal/mal/hamalself

hea/heav/heavs/heavenself

ka/alk/kai/kaid/alkaidself

kai/kait/tos/aitos/kaitoself

kaus/austra/aus/austras/kausself or austraself

kaus/borea/bores/bores/kausself or boreaself

kui/kui/kuiper/kuipers/kuiself

la/al/hen/hena/alhenaself or alhenself

la/alg/gieb/gieba/algiebaself or algiself

la/aln/lam/nilam/alnilamself or alniself

la/aln/nir/nair/alnairself or alnaself

la/alph/phard/phard/alphardself

la/alph/ratz/ratz/alpheratzself or alpherself

la/alt/tir/tair/altairself or altaself

li/al/oth/oth/aliothself or aliself

lu/luna/luns/lunaself

lun/lun/lunself

lyr/lyra/lyras/lyrself

lyra/lyr/lyrs/lyraself

mene/menen/menes/menenself

mete/mete/meteor/meteor/meteself

mi/menk/ken/kent/menkentself

mi/menk/lin/linan/menkalinanself or menkalself

mi/mim/sa/osa/mimosaself or mimoself

mi/mir/fa/fak/mirfakself or mirself

mi/mir/rach/ach/mirachself

mi/mir/za/zam/mirzamself or mirself

mia/miap/cid/cidus/miaplacidu(s)self, miaplaself, or miaself

mo/moon/moons/moonself

moon/moons/moonself

na/aln/tak/nitak/alnitakself or alniself

na/nath/ath/ath/nathself

neb/neb/nebself

night/night/nocturne/nocturnes/nightself

nov/novs/novself

nova/novas/novaself

nu/nunk/ki/ki/nunkiself

oort/oort/oort/oorts/oortself

or/or/orion/orions/orself

pa/pavo/pav/pavonis/pavoself

pi/pic/pict/pictor/pictorself

po/pol/polaire/polaris/polariself

po/poll/lux/lux/polluxself or polluself

pro/proc/yon/cyon/procyonself, procyself, or proself

puls/puls/pulsar/pulsars/pulself

py/pyx/pyxis/pyxis/pyxiself

ra/arct/rus/turus/arcturuself or arctuself

re/reg/gor/egor/regorself

re/reg/gul/gulus/reguluself

ri/ril/gel/gels/rigelself

sa/sar/arga/sarga/sarga(s)self

sa/sar/dir/dira/sadiraself

shau/shul/aul/aula/shaulaself

si/sir/rius/irius/siriu(s)self or siriself

so/sol/sols/sols/solaireself

sol/sola/sols/solaself

sol/sun/suns/sunself

space/space/spaces/spaceself

spark/sparks/sparkself

spi/spic/ca/pica/spicaself

star/starry/starself

star/stars/starself

stel/stel/stellar/stellars/stelself

stell/stellium/stellae/stelliumself

stell/stells/stellself

su/sul/hai/hail/suhailself

sy/sky/skyself

ta/ant/res/tares/antareself or antarself

tra/ir/tri/tria/atriaself or atriself

twink/twink/twinkle/twinkles/twinkself

ve/veg/ga/ega/vegaself

ve/verse/verself or verseself

vi/av/vio/vior/aviorself

vo/vol/vola/volans/volanself

wez/zen/wez/zens/wezself or wezenself

wish/wish/wisher/wishers/wishself

planets:

cae/caer/caerself

ce/cer/cerself

cro/cron/crons/cronself

er/eris/eriself

jup/jups/jupself

mars/mars/marself

merc/mercs/mercself

nep/neps/nepself

plan/plans/planself

plu/plur/plurself

rea/er/ath/arth/earthself

ter/ters/terself

ven/vens/venself

zodiac:

ari/aries/arieself

taur/taurus/taurself

gem/gemis/geminiself

cancer/cans/canself

leo/leos/leoself

vir/virgos/virgoself

lib/libras/libraself

scor/scorpios/scorpioself

sagit/sagits/sagittself

cap/capris/capriself

aqua/aquas/aquariuself

pi/piscs/pisceself

#pronoun help #pronoun flags #pronoun suggestions #pronoun advice #many of these found thanks to pronoun provider's list ty

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bewitchedfeathers · 23 days

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Fic Requests are Open!!

For Hell/uva Boss - Mo/xxie, Strik/er, or Blit/zo. Any pairings or gen!

And for Haz/bin Hotel Vo/x, Lu/cifer, or Al/astor! Most any pairing without Adam.

And feel free to send more than one prompt! (if you are not anon I'll let you know if it's not inspiring me to write it.)

(Also I still have some Sted/die prompts in my inbox they have not been forgotten but are waiting til I cycle back through my fandom loves to finish them.)

#snzblr #snzfucker #snz kink #snz #sneeze kink

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Whumptober 2021- The Darkness I Know

No. 28 - It’s Not Just In Your Head

“Good. You’re finally awake.” | nightmares | panic

Fic Summary: After the world as she knew it was destroyed by the corruption of Malice, Zelda allies herself with her saviors from captivity: a disgruntled former governor, an alert paramedic, a cocky pilot, an excessively overt optimist, and a blind strategist. While the corrupted, malice-filled Yiga Clan looks for revenge on them, Zelda has to learn how important it is to find family in others... and how much more dangerous the stakes become if she fails to protect them.

*the nightmare scene at the beginning (because it’s a prompt) doesn’t space correctly on tumblr, so I’m going to use / to break them up)*

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“You said you could survive, right? Show me

“Is there a test?”

“Everything is a test, Zelda.”

“They can’t do that if they’re dead, can they? Ganondorf is in there. Astor. Kogha. All of them. We have to take it down.”

“And what if they’re not? What if they aren’t here? Then we’re the targets. They’ll target home, Revali. Don’t. Don’t hit that button.”

“It’s a switch. And killing hundreds of Yiga in one fell swoop? That’s a win, no matter how you want to swing it.”

“No!”

“L-Link. It h-hurts so bad. I can’t h-help it.”

“Into my shoulder, then. Muffle them as best you can. I don’t even care, bite down if you have to. Just don’t scream out loud. This is going to suck. Are you ready?”

“N-no, but d-do it…. Le-left more.”

“Oh, fuck it.”

“Daruk, what’s wrong?”

“He didn’t make it.”

“What?”

“Revali is dead.”

“Link? Everything okay?”

“No. We’re going to lose her.”

“We aren’t.”

“Listen to her!”

Zelda couldn’t breathe as images flashed through her mind, a dream she couldn’t escape because the nightmare had all been real. She’d been a harbinger of death, a looming dark cloud. If she could cry in her dreams, she surely was now.

There was a ceaseless torrent of memories, of nightmares taking the place of any peace she might find in her sleep, removing the notion of ‘rest’ from her mind seemingly forever.

The only comfort she could take was in Link’s voice. It was far away, too distant to hear properly, but her mind filled in the words to keep the darkness at bay.

“Lie down, Zelda. You said you haven’t slept, and it’s a ride to the rendezvous still.”

“This looks as comfortable as that bed.”

“Well, I’m not going anywhere, if you want to sit near me. I was going to rest myself.”

“You’re sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all. Daruk uses me as a pillow all the time, so I’m used to it.”

“Thank you, Link.”

“Am I the only one overthinking this?”

“Goddess, no. I was too. I mean, you’re okay if I accidently crash into you, right?”

“I’m okay if you do on purpose, too.”

“Thank you, Zelda. For not letting me be alone tonight.”

Gasping, Zelda’s eyes shot open, and she sat up, pushing something heavy off of her with panicked breaths, a soft whimper of confusion as she was pulled from one state and into another.

“Hey! Zelda! Stop, it’s me! It’s Link.”

His hands were on her, but she couldn’t see. It was dark, and she flailed around, still trying to get her bearings. But the hands held her more firmly.

“Stop, stop. You’re okay!”

Her vision cleared and she blinked away the sleep from her eyes, revealing a brightly lit room, and Link dressed for bed beside her in his loose clothing rather than traveling clothes.

Bed.

She was in a bed.

Why was she in a bed?

What happened?

How long had it been?

What nightmare was real?

Zelda grabbed Link’s shirt, feeling the textile slide through her fingers, a scratchy fabric that had never felt so beautiful against her palm. Her fingers raked back and forth against it, still fisted, pulling him forward. He waited frozen for her to make a move, unsure what she was doing.

In truth, Zelda had never felt fabric in her dreams. Aside from the illusion of human touch, she wasn’t sure she’d ever physically felt anything in a dream.

So this? This was rooting her in reality more than he could ever know.

“Link…” she finally breathed when it set in enough. She pulled him the rest of the way forward and wrapped her arms around him, a gesture he happily reciprocated.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pressing his nose into her hair, breathing her in like he’d lost her for good and she’d just been found.

“What’s going on?”

Because… she felt… strong.

“I’ll explain everything. Just give yourself a few minutes. You’ve barely been awake. We’ve hardly been able to even feed you. Just… just take a second.”

Heavy footsteps entered the room, and Zelda let go of Link only enough to turn her head. Daruk beamed. “Good! You’re finally awake!”

“What’s happening?” she tried again, only to feel Link hold her tighter.

“You were… weren’t… you…” he stuttered, struggling.

Daruk stepped closer, and he rested a comforting hand on her arm. “You were dying. Close to it, anyway.”

Instinctively, Zelda ran her hand comfortingly through Link’s hair. He responded by pressing his lips against her shoulder and staying there. “Again?” she chuckled, though it faded into a slight emptiness.

Goddess, how was she even laughing?

“Worse this time.”

Zelda felt Link respond again to Daruk’s words, and she slid her nails through his hair, down his scalp with the lightest pressure. “How bad?”

“I’m not really sure how ya survived, Zelda,” Daruk admitted. “I won’t lie: we were all getting a eulogy ready.”

Zelda’s eyebrows shot up and she shook her head. “No. I was asleep.”

“For a week. Worse each day.”

“What?”

“Zelda,” Link finally whispered, pulling away from her. “I was holding you, and you stopped breathing. If Urbosa didn’t get back when she did with…” he grimaced and shook his head, unable to vocalize the words.

“You’d be dead,” Daruk finished. “One more day, a few more hours… you’d have died, I’m sure of it. Unless that Malice somehow stops death once it’s happened, you were going to die.”

Sitting up a little straighter, Zelda shook her head. “What did Urbosa do?”

“Come on,” Daruk said, holding his hand out for her. She was unsteady. Despite her regained strength, she hadn’t eaten in days and clutched Daruk like her life was on the line.

He led her down a hallway before stopping at a closed door and knocking.

“Yes?” Urbosa asked.

Zelda glanced at Link, who turned away, an almost guilty look on his face. But she didn’t have time to question it, because Daruk opened the door and helped Zelda in.

There was an incredible rush of warmth, and Zelda felt it flow through her like a hot cocoa on a cold day. She felt strong and—despite her hunger—able to walk into the room on her own.

Mipha was on the floor, warily staring at a massive amount of Malice that they’d set down to let spread all along every surface it could adhere to. There a piece of metal in her hand, though she didn’t appear to be doing anything particular with it.

But Urbosa.

The entire front of her body was covered in Malice burns. She was red from the heat of it, her skin blotchy, painfully split apart in several places. She kept her eyes closed, like she was meditating. Every now and then, she’d twitch uncontrollably before settling herself down. There was a towel over her chest, but it didn’t hide the worst of the burns on her arm.

“Urbosa!” Zelda breathed.

“It will heal, Little Bird.”

“Malice burns might disappear quickly, but that doesn’t make them any less painful! What exactly happened?”

“I carried it back.”

“You…”

“It was Link’s idea,” Mipha said, standing up to adjust the towel for Urbosa. “He tried to go himself, but Urbosa wouldn’t let him.”

Zelda turned to Link, who was leaning against the wall in the hallway.

“Why would you do this?” Zelda sked, instinctively moving into the room towards the Malice, feeling the power of it more potently than she had with the moblin or the Yiga. It drew her in.

“You’re family,” Urbosa said before hissing in pain.

Daruk put his hand on Zelda’s shoulder. “We don’t know how to safely transport it around, but it’s here for now, and that’s what you needed.”

Scrunching her brows together, Zelda couldn’t put words back-to-back to form a sentence. “I…”

“Just say ‘thank you,’ Zelda,” Urbosa practically hummed, remaining still as a statue.

“Yes. Thank you.”

She stepped backwards until she was back in the hallway besides Link. He was leaning against the wall with his staff tucked under his chin.

“And thank you,” she added, grabbing his arm.

She smiled. He didn’t flinch anymore when she touched him. Perhaps he just expected it now from her. Truthfully, she wanted to do a lot more than grab his arm in appreciation.

His grin was tired but sincere.

“Urbosa is tough. She’ll be okay as soon as the burns go away.”

“I know,” Zelda said, glancing back into the room. “I’m more worried about scars that aren’t physical.” Her fingers threaded through his hair. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I just haven’t been sleeping.”

“Because of me.”

It wasn’t a question, but he shrugged out a reluctant response.

“Link?”

“I had another terrible idea. One I didn’t share with anyone else,” he said, grabbing her hands and pulling her back towards the room they’d been sharing, using the wall as his guide rather than his staff so he could hold both her hands and get away from the eavesdroppers in the next room.

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

Zelda made a face, grateful that he couldn’t see her just then. “Okay…”

“We haven’t known each other long, but I think in this world, it feels different than it used to, right?”

“Right…”

Link cleared his throat. “I feel like I’ve known you for a thousand lifetimes. Like that day in the Yiga hideout wasn’t the first time we’ve met. And every day I feel it more and more. I’d do anything for you. And I want you safe.”

“Link, I’m not understanding where this is going.”

He bit his lip and took a steadying breath. “I want to lead up to something. But I want you to understand before you flat out say no.”

“To what, though? You’re being so cryptic.”

Link let go of one hand and moved his staff around the opposite wall until he found the door and led her inside, closing it behind him. “Okay, this is going to take every ounce of courage I’ve ever had to ask this, but I need the most blunt, honest, truthful answer from you, okay?”

“Yes. Now what is it?”

“Could you see yourself… with me?”

“I am with you.”

He licked his lips and turned red. “Yes. But I mean… a little more permanently?”

“More per—” Zelda froze. “Wait. Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?”

“I’m offering a solution to a problem.”

Zelda stuttered again. “T-to us? Being single? Or- or I suppose we-we aren’t, really. But you-you know what I mean.”

He snorted, but nodded at the same time. “I do. But that’s not the solution I’m talking about. Being with you is an added bonus. And after the last few days, I’ve realized I really don’t want to be without you.”

“I’m just going to make sure I understand. “You’re… proposing?”

He shrugged. “Unofficially, I suppose.”

“What? What does that mean? I’m not answering you. Not until you tell me what you’re trying to solve.”

Link sat on the bed and set the staff down so he could lean his elbows on his knees. “I just want to know if that’s a realistic possibility. Not now, but some day. Is it possible you’d want to be with me? And I hate to say ‘married’ or ‘proposing’, since all that’s gone to shit now anyway. And, you know, it hasn’t been that long.”

Zelda stared at him. He was beat red, stiff and nervous, and practically embracing his own face through his anxiety. “Listen, Link, I… okay, let’s start with this: yes, I can see it. I can see myself being with you for however long I manage to survive. But I don’t think I want that. Not now, not while we’re being chased and nearly dying, and…”

“No. No, that’s fine. I just needed to know if it was a possibility.”

“Why?”

“Zelda,” he started, and she braced herself once again, this time taking the space beside him. “I love you, and these past few days have practically destroyed me. I can’t lose you. I won’t. Not if I can help it.”

“You can’t help it, though. It’s Malice. It’s in me.”

“I can.”

Zelda narrowed her eyes, even more suspicious when Link felt around for her hand.

“How do you feel when there are Yiga around?”

She let out a nervous breath. “Link… tell me what you’re getting at.”

“You feel stronger, right?” he continued, his hand tightening.

“Yes.”

“You don’t act or seem ready to die when they’re around. You don’t wither without the presence of Malice. Malice that burns through any bag you try to carry it in. But not when there’s even one Yiga around.”

“Right.”

“Let me be that other person.”

“The other…”

“Your Malice can feed off some that’s in me. And vise versa.”

Zelda shot to her feet, tearing her hand from Link’s. “No. Oh, Goddess! No! You can’t possibly… Link… that’s… no!”

“We’re with each other, and if you have no intentions of leaving any time soon, then neither of us will face the negative consequences. The world isn’t big enough anymore. You’re not going to fly out to Holodrum and leave me behind for weeks because of work. We have to walk everywhere—”

“—no!”

“—and even if we find a village, we’ll both likely be with each other. At night, if not during the day.”

“Link! No!”

“Hear me out, please. That’s all I ask.”

“As soon as I heal from the initial process, it’ll all go away. You’ll be safe. I’ll be safe, too.”

“They’ll be able to track you!”

“I’m already with you. They know right where I am: at your side.”

“You’re insane,” she breathed, pulling at her hair. “Do you even know how much it’ll hurt?”

“I have a guess. But Zelda, you have to understand: I’d do anything for you.”

“I would never ask you to do this!”

“And you didn’t. You won’t. This is an offer, it’s not an ask.”

She sat back on the bed and tried to find her words. Hell, she tried to find air.

“This is ridiculous.”

Link shook his head. “If it were me, would you try to save me? Would you be willing to do the same thing?”

Her mouth dropped open to protest, but she stopped.

Yes.

“I don’t want to watch you be in pain, Link. This hurts constantly.”

“I don’t want to watch you die. It’s a price I’d happily pay.” He sighed and scratched at his messy hair. “We can keep finding Malice, Malice that we can’t bring with us because it just spreads over things, or we can find you a permanent solution. And if there’s a better one we find after this all, then we can both take it later.”

“I can’t. I can’t say yes to this.”

Link nodded and sought out her hand again, kissing the back. “That’s okay. But please, don’t say no either. Not right now. Think it over. Please.”

It was too much, and a single choked sob escaped from Zelda’s tired lips. She kept ahold of his hand, and crashed her head into his shoulder. “I can’t say yes.”

His free hand wrapped around her waist before moving up and down in a comforting pattern, though he wasn’t sure if it was for her benefit or his. “I’ve lost my parents, my home, my friends, my neighbors, my safety, my familiarity. I don’t have a sense of self now that we’re out here, I can’t do the things you can. I had to let you go with Revali because I couldn’t help you, and I got him killed because of it.”

“You didn’t—”

“I got him killed because I had to hide. I couldn’t be there for you or him. I won’t lose anyone else without a fight, Zelda. You least of all.”

“You are so much more than you give yourself credit for, Link. But you could die. You talk about you not wanting to lose me, but I don’t want to lose you. The Malice isn’t a guarantee, remember? It kills people.”

“I’m willing to take that chance.”

“But I’m not willing to risk letting you die, Link.”

Link just shook his head and kissed her temple, the only place he could reach with her head still on his shoulder. “I could say the same, Zelda.”

#legend of zelda #whumptober2021 #whumptober 2021 #whumptober #no.28 #good. You're finally awake.#nightmares #panic #link #zelda #zelink #mipha #urbosa #daruk #malice #writing #who's right??

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I asked my dad how to pronounce Didymos and he gave me the Greek–accurate pronunciation (which is something like di-du-moss but the middle u does the thing where you purse your lips a whole lot) and I nearly fell over laughing because OF COURSE ASTOR WOULD INSIST PEOPLE USE THAT RIDICULOUSLY HARD PRONUNCIATION, THAT'S PROBABLY WHY HE'S ONLY REFERRED TO BY HIS SURNAME IN THE FIRST PLACE

Actually I have a lot of thoughts about Astor’s name and I shall be taking your wonderful ask as an excuse to talk about it.

Spoilers below if you haven’t caught up on hku yet, mainly dealing with the afters of the Digging In and Sinking Arc

So you might have noticed that I put a lot of emphasis on people’s “true” name. Arcadius/Larc, Assivus/Asivus/Siv, Zelda/Mallory, and much more, including the ever elusive Calamity Ganon/???, who’s true nature, and therefore name, has not been officially showcased.

My emphasis on names pretty much all started with Astor and the idea of onomancy—the magic/divination/power that comes from a true name.

Although mostly this started because I thought Astor was a really stupid first name when by all accounts I’ve only ever heard it as a last name. But I digress

For the sake of my interpretation, a “true name” is equivalent to a characters true nature, which means that a characters birth name might not necessarily be their “true” name. For example, “Link” is definitely not Larc’s true name as being a vessel es hero was never meant to be his destiny not nature.

“Mallory,” surprisingly, is more attuned to who Zelda is as a character, even though it actually means “bad luck.” While “Zelda,” in a similar fashion to “Link” is tuer to a broader idea of general greatness and destiny, the name Mallory is closely tied with her mother and her mother’s love(for ducks) and innocence and hope for her daughter. Mallorys name is a true teller of her destiny, but also a way that informs her ultimate flaw and journey—her life is full of negativity, and yet she is expected to be a powerful symbol of hope. Can she actually do that, or will she dive into something darker and deeper?

But back to Astor, as the original guy that I gave a “true name” to, I spent the most time researching it. Didymos, is the name of an asteroid. Specifically, it is the closest asteroid to earth. Insert analysis about Astor being a magical seer who’s job is to look to the stars, and yet is constantly pulled down by the haunting of earthly turmoil here.

However the name “Didymos” itself also means twin, double, or two, a reference to the fact that while the Calamity always reiterates that they “chose Asivus first,” he settled with Astor as his second choice after Siv initially refused. Didym(meaning, double) and os(meaning, to have)

Now, the name Didymos is pronounced as di-dEE-mos, the purses lips “du” like you said. This is because the prefix that gives the name its “double” meaning (ha see what I did there) is the Greek prefix, Didym—. The suffix giving the two name variants, Didymos and Didymus.

Now I actually was going to make the spelling of his name “Didymus” as it would be a direct reference to the apostle Thomas, literally known as “Doubting Thomas” and “Didymus the Blind.” In fact the original intention with Astor’s name was to allude to biblical depictions of apostles and prophets who made severe mistakes in life. I mean, I even made Astor’s middle name “Amanon,” an altered reference to a certain character in the Bible who was murdered by their half brother

However, I went with the “Didymos” spelling varient because of the importance of the Greek suffix -os. The -os is the suffix used to determine the subject of the sentence, while other suffixes such as -us depict the acting part of a sentence. (This is because Greek words did not place important on word order to get information across. The dog bit the cat, and the cat bit the dog have two different meanings. However, in Greek, those two sentences would both mean “the dog bit the cat” unless you specify the subject -os suffix for the word “cat”)

Thus I preferred to go with Didymos given that I do not see Astor as a character who goes out of their way to act, but rather arrogant in their idea of being the “subject” of the sentence, and having fate act accordingly to his fortunes.

HOWEVER, that is the analysis of his birth name, the given pronunciation of “Didymos.” It is pronounce in a rough two syllable Didy-mos and means “to have double.” His name is the cemented foreshadowing of his role as second to the Calamity, and the Calamity’s second choice of servant.

But Astor prefers the prononciation Di-die-mus, the pronouncing of the “dy” as “die” forcing the -os suffix to change to a -us. And the didym- suffix destroying the original meaning of the word. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

So obviously, Astor is embarrassed about his name, because in paper, if you see the word “Didymos” there is a very high chance you’re doing to read it like didy-mos and be calling him some very amusing nicknames including Didy, Didy-Bidy, and of course, Tiddymos, because we are mature. Thus comes the very understandable transformation into Di-dy-mos, mostly because Astor is emo and like the fact that “die” is now pronounced in his name.

But there is also a very intentional breakage if the word’s meaning with this new prononciation, as is does not follow the prefix prononciation for Didym—. This means that with this pronunciation, the “twin/double” meaning of his name no longer exists, which therefore means his tie as Ganon’s second/Siv’s copy no longer exists. In fact it literally cancels out, as both the fixes of “Di” and “Dy” mean two, but when both used in the context of one word, are then void of their identities meanings since Greek language didn’t allow for adjacent syllables to both have noun meanings, so they must cancel out.

In addition, the new prononciation of the “dy” tends to lead the tongue towards an -us suffix, rather than -os. This would then mean that Astor’s name is no longer be in sentence subject, but rather in sentence acting.

Therefore, to summarize, the entire meaning of Astor’s name is entirely dependent on its pronunciation. Unlike all the other characters, who’s fates and journées can be identified by their true name, Astor’s is a contradiction, it is two things, and you cannot be sure which it is. Yes it is alluding to his connections with Ganon, but does Astor’s personal pronouncing allude to a fate that is entirely different?

You cannot know his destiny from name alone. You cannot predict it, much like how Astor struggles with his predictions, even thought one side obviously looks more probable than the other. It’s too much of a hassle to analyze. It’s too much of a hassle to correct people’s prononciation. Its too much of a hassle to pretentiously pronounce that “dy” for you all. Just like how it’s too much stress to constantly hope for better futures when the clearest one laid out before him is most probable.

So we settle, for Astor.

And Astor settles, for the barest minimum.

#hku spoilers #didymos astor

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GEEK CHARMING: MARK LEE

pairing: mark lee x fem!reader genre: rom-com, fluff, angst, comedy info: high school!au, film-club-kid!mark, diva!reader, non-idol!au, mentions of other members (principle!sicheng, car!jeno, student-body-president!doyoung, film-club-kid!johnny, film-club-kid!jungwoo) synopsis: You are Yonsei Academy's peachy princess, having the best boyfriend, the most fashionable friends of mos, always updated with the latest trends in fashion. But you come face-to-face with your own personal creature-self-professed film nerd, Mark Lee, when you scratch your Holli crystal-embellished ROSANTICA purse. In exchange for her purse repair she let Mark film her for his high school popularity documentary. Reluctantly, you let low-class Mark into your A-list universe, and you are stunned to discover that nerds can be pretty awesome at times. However when your pro-claimed, boyfriend charming prince dumps you flat, your life and social status drops. Would you still win Spring Formal Queen at Yonsei Academy now? Will Mark win the Annual Film Festival? Could even you put together the pieces to bring back your happy-ever-after, with Mark 's help? warnings: swearing, mention of alcohol word count: 7.5k tag-list: @count-your-shadows @jimjamjaemin @minaczennie @renjunvinates @pervieve @rjoonie @marksrainbow@commentgirl @rarestgrace @08skrr @bangtanismylifw @traashytae @superheros-and-others @johnnysnipple @00-baejin-05

a/n: this is the longest writing piece i’ve written yet on this blog and it’s inspired by a disney movie?! behold geek charming starring mark lee. your local film club nerd entering the school’s prissy princess’s life but did that make her finally turn back from her arogant ways or did it make her more of a bitch!! >_< i’m actually so happy

"I'm proud to announce this year's Annual Yonsei Spring Formal Queen Kang-"

"Hello? Y/n? Snap out of it." Your train of thought quickly crashed as you direct your attention to the student body president, Kim Doyoung. "Y-Yes?" You ask, straightening your posture. "I asked if you are applying for Spring Formal Queen?" He put a question to, waiting for a response. Viewing as you turn to Sooyoung, who delivers you a pen, jerking it out her hand, you grab the clipboard from the plastic table in front of you, signing your signature on to the paper. Making sure your sign was large enough to cover most slots of the page.

"Toodles," You sang to Doyoung before you and the girls walk away. “Next!”

The three of you strut down the narrow hallway, Sooyoung and Yuna trailing behind you, "This year is going to be our year ladies," you look over on both sides to see them smiling wide grins enveloping onto their lips, as they stopped to walk at your pace, "Once I'm crowned Queen of the Spring Formal, it's guaranteed I'm the well-liked, prettiest and just overall the best here at Yonsei," you finish halting your steps at the door frame of the cafeteria. Looking over your shoulder, you make a gagging motion with your finger to the pack of hungry students. In front of you three, you decide to walk through the tables showing the two lingering behind how you'd win the students' heart if you already haven't.

Walking by a table with miniature stage set-ups, you see three students huddled together revising a script "Drama kids," You start "They'll be an easy vote seeing how they just adore my dramatic gestures," Making your way down a couple more tables "Film club nerds..." You start to roll your eyes coming up with a reason why they would vote for you. "You're like a movie star to them," Sooyoung quickly interjected watching as your flip your head to pose.

You stride down some more, "I can't believe you used to be friends with Shin Ryunjin." Yuna throws in as you walk by the stage crew table. "I know right," Sooyoung agrees. "It's a burden I carry, but at least I traded up to you two." You say earning beaming smiles on both sides.

"Y/n!" Someone called, skipping happily towards you. It was Jisoo. "I got bangs since you said they would suit me! I couldn't agree more, thanks!" She beams, "Of course, just want the best for you!" You smile, reciprocating the energy she gave off until she walks off to her friends. "See? People know I care. This will be a piece of cake." You said before stopping in your tracks to see, Jung Wonyoung; your biggest competition at Yonsei Academy. Yuna and Sooyoung see you as someone superior to them (right?). As a higher-ranked princess here at Yonsei you shouldn't let such a wretched thing like Jung Wonyoung get to you, especially with that tacky head-band she decided to pair with her uniform. But what good candidate for Spring Formal Queen would you be without a little competition, winning was a given but winning unopposed is an embarrassment. The girls notice your stink-eye towards the table and rather than letting yourself get angered in front of your girls, you oppose chatting in the most unaffected way you could muster up. "Whatever, we all understand who's gonna be crowned Queen, why let someone who pairs blue polka-dot headbands with navy plaid uniforms get in my way?" They hum in response as you two make your way to the popular table.

Yuna and Sooyoung took their seats in front of Jihoon, your lovely, amazing, perfect boyfriend, as you walked around to sit next to him. "Hi baby," He said, which sounded scripted but, you paid no attention to since he was your prince charming! His looks over-looking his flaws, you leave a small kiss on his cheek before digging into your meal.

You are finished your meal, getting up and walking to the bin to throw. On your way back you- BAM! Right on the chest, you are greeted with the expired milk the canteen provides having it spill all over your chest, drenched. "Ugh!" You cry, a boy in front of you with his lunch tray now on the floor, his hair scruffed up with a school-provided bow-tie. "You- You geek!" You bark as he is taken aback with his words, but he isn't afraid. "You are so gro-oss!" You shout emphasizing the word gross he's already tired of your shit and it hasn't even been a minute since your first encounter. Without hesitating he relates "Actually gross is one syllable-", "I don't care just go- just go read a book or something, you nerd!" You argue not wanting to hear what he has to say before marching away out the cafeteria.

The boy watches as you make your way out the commissary. He kicks his tray to the side, walking back to his table with a glint of annoyance struck onto him.

"Dark Victory of course. It stars Bette Davis, George Brent and most importantly Humphrey Bogart from Casablanca." Jungwoo said swiftly to the two geeks in front of him. Johnny, the only one of the three who could properly score a date with the popular kids started a debate on which film from the late 1930s to the early '50s was le Meilleur which is French for 'the best'. "Did you forget The Great Lie? Probably one of Bette Davis's only good films since she has co-starred with the one and only Mary Astor" He argues speedily. "Hello??" Nayeon says budding in between, "A Stolen Life will remain the best film from the 40s, 50s, and possibly forever I will and could go on about-", "Looks like Film Club's assistant president finally showed up," Johnny says cutting off whatever nonsense Nayeon probably had to add to their already ridiculous conversation. "Sorry, I got stuck in traffic with Yonsei's little princess," Mark says with an obvious eye-roll.

"Watch your words Markie," Jungwoo quickly told him. "Her dad-"

"Who funds 75% of the school!" Johnny added, Jungwoo turned to his side giving an annoyed stare before looking back in front of him to Mark. "Her dad who funds 75% of the school. Will ruin you if he gets notice of his daughter's uniform being spoiled with the cafeteria's milk from a film geek." He finishes sipping on his water. Nayeon turned to him, "He can get our club shut down within minutes Mark, watch how you talk to her."

"So what? Like they'll even come close to us." Mark scoffs, "They're like a whole new alien species." The two in front of them nod, but Nayeon is a little too distracted with the tuna sandwich her mom packed her. "You guys is it just me or is the tuna moving..." Nayeon says slapping Marks forearm softly to grab his, then everyone else's attention. Just before she did Mark's attention was already taken by something- or should I say someone else. "Hey Ryunjin," He quickly says waving towards the girl walking by towards the exit, she turns around to wave before heading out. That's where Johnny inquired, "Face it. You and Ryunjin" He brings his hands up and around to make an 'x' with it, "Never gonna happen." He says watching his shoulders sag slightly, "You've been crushing on her since what? 8th grade, and having numerous occasions to ask her out and not doing so. You missed your shot awhile back unless we had a time machine you and name are a no-go." He finished now invested in what Nayeon's sandwich was up to.

"I-I'd go out with you!" Nayeon says dropping the sandwich into Johnny's hands. "Look, I don't even have time for dating why would I even ask Ryunjin out? I'm cool with being known by her. Plus there's no way I'd do it now, the school board's Annual Film festival is only a little over a month away, I'm our school's candidate how do I mess up because I was distracted by some girl with purple highlights" He said flat-out ignoring Nayeon. "That's true," Johnny says leaning in, "And you are our school best shot at bringing home that huge ass trophy, what's the other prize again?" Jungwoo said agreeing before taking a bite of his pasta. "It's a summer getaway to a Hollywood film camp, I gotta win," Mark said signing the application forms he had in his pocket. "I'm supposed to be a cinematic genius, so what better to do than murder the competition and bring home a trophy after going on a getaway trip to Hollywood to better my knowledge I'm gonna be like the Frank Capra or Victor Fleming around here!"

Johnny grabs Marks's application form to read the requirements, "You have to document something and make it worthwhile..." He read aloud, "What's the documentary about?" Jungwoo asked, "I have no idea." Mark said before snatching the paper. "He has no idea...." Jungwoo whispered almost inaudible in disappointment. Mark writes down ideas on the back of the paper while discussing it with Jungwoo, "So," Johnny starts, "Wanna go out with me?" He said. "No." Nayeon answers strictly as if she was waiting to reject the boy who's attention was back onto her tuna sandwich.

"Anyway, I gotta go hand this into Principle Dong." Mark said witnessing the awkward interaction before getting up and leaving the vicinity

He was playing with the hourglass on his office desk when a knock on the door was heard. "Come in!" He chirped and in came a student. "Ah, Mark." He sang motioning the boy to sit down while he took his legs off the desk. "Came to finally hand me those application forms I've been begging your little club to hand over I see." He said noticing the paper in hand. "Haha, Yea," Mark said avoiding eye contact as he brought his hand up to hand the paper. "Can't wait to see what one of my star students has prepared for the Festival." He said opening the folded paper reading aloud, "A documentary about how lunch ladies keep old food fresh, and our bellies full," His voice started off strong going quieter word by word, looking up at him. "Yeah, you know how the lunch ladies always give us the same green looking sauce every day, or the same batch of oatmeal cookies from months back, every time we sink our teeth into it. It tastes fresh! I've always wanted to know and I think it'd be a cool thing to find out" Mark your blabbering, Is what Principle Dong wanted to tell him so he'd shut up. He didn't want a lame documentary about something to make his school look bad in to be put out in front of dozens of other schools. "Mark." He stops the boy, "Your artistic vision is lunch ladies?" He asked. "Yes, NO! But yes? I'm struggling I can't come up with a good topic that's not gonna bore students and teachers." Mark said. Mr.Dong could see how strongly Mark expressed his struggles with a mere school contest, he probably wants that prize more than anything. He knows he shouldn't help him, since it'd be unfair but he wasn't gonna let him put out something that can ruin his reputation. "Stop playing safe Mark. Challenge yourself by widening your perspective maybe instead of documenting lunch and stuff that you know will bore people and try going after something to catch their attention." Mark's eyes slowly open as he looks up to Principle Dong nodding understandingly "Alright I get it, I get it" He says before clasping his hands together. Mr.Dong sees his improvement and instead of picking another student to compete he can rely on Mark who's now being ushered out the room by him, "Now don't forget I need a new proposal by tomorrow." He said before shutting his door.

"Dude I know exactly what Mr.Dong was getting at," Jungwoo tells him. Their school day was over about two hours ago and now they were at their part-time job, at Yong's, a popular little cafe in the middle of a jam-packed shopping mall. "Something challenging...like I don't know maybe a certain diva you encountered during lunch?" His eyes lit up, looking over his shoulder to look at a grinning Jungwoo who flipped his non-existent long flocks of hair like he was the diva. "You're a genius!" Mark said now ecstatic, but quickly going back to his little stressed self, "No, but then how am I gonna convince her?" He said placing his hand up under his chin.

The bell rings by the entrance, which meant there was a costumer quickly brushing off crumbs from a cupcake he snuck in he turns around to see his proposal for the Film Festival itself. You looked different, you were wearing a pair of plaid pants with a tightly fitted black turtleneck, accessorized by dangling earrings, a heart pendant necklace and a simple gold chain. Your face was quick to cringe after seeing who was about to take your order, "Ugh It's you." You spit looking him up and down, he doesn't look too bad out of school you thought before handing one of the many many bags of clothes to your father's butler. "Here Minho, get a seat for us, please," You tell him watching him rush to one of the many empty seats. "Hi, Welcome to Yong's what can I get for you today?" Mark asked, tone sounding uninterested. "Shouldn't you be happy to see me? I am a miraculous sight for sore eyes," You said getting a half-suppressed laugh from Mark. "Anyway, I would like a grande green tea latte. one pump classic, nonfat, 6 enormous scoops of matcha, 195 degrees, and ABSOLUTELY NO FOAM." You finish, right before starting back up again, "And, I would like a venti caramel frappe with extra caramel drizzle." You finish finally reaching into your purse to pull out your (dad's) card. When you go to hand the card you see not only Mark but also Jungwoo looking at you, mouths open, jaws almost touching the floor. "Did you not get it? Do I have to repeat my order or something?" You say with a hint of irritation, "Ah- No. Sorry it'll be 15.50" Mark said averting his gaze from you.

After paying you, tell Mark, "bring it to my table will you?" before walking off to Minho.

"Dude go," Now's Mark's time to actually shine. He makes sure the drinks are perfect knowing ruining them could ruin his entire attempt. He strides along between the tables finally towards your booth handing you both your drinks. But Mark just stood there, you motioned with your hand as you would to stray animals. "Why are you just standing there, go do your job?" You said already bothered, "Nope, I have a proposal for you.", "Whatever it is, No." You said not even wanting to hear what he's got to say, "I'm gonna ask anyway." He said towering over you and you seated butler. "I want you to star in my movie for the Film Festival this year," You look up, surprised an obvious smile dancing over your lips. "What's it about?" You asked still not sure, "You! I'll have to document your lifestyle til the Spring Formal." Mark said. You bit your lip not knowing to go through or not, but it was a nice ego boost, having someone film your daily life, letting everyone know you got the best friends and most fashionable friends, a prince-charming and a purse worth more than your teacher's salary. Jung Wonyoung, who's also a runner up for Spring Formal Queen having the football team paint her posters and make pins but what's that compared to a freaking movie documenting your life...Winning this year is gonna be easier than expected. "Deal," You said, Mark, cheers a little too loud before bringing his hand out to shake, you reject kindly before letting him know "Don't look like a freaking weirdo at school though. We can start tomorrow at lunch," You finish before seeing him run off to Jungwoo.

Finally home being able to rest from begin outrageously gorgeous today you skip down to your bedroom, hoping into the shower then changing into a more comfortable attire. As of now you were in the middle of your bed doing some homework before the phone went off, it was a notification from Ryunjin, she tagged you in an Instagram post of you and her when you were younger. Your mom took that photo on the first day of grade school back when you and Ryunjin were inseparable. Mom died later that same year and it was heartbreaking but you were stronger than that you knew you shouldn't pity yourself, or have others pity you simply because she passed away, she wouldn't want you to be like that.

It was a brand new day and Mark was in the principle's office, don't worry this star is nowhere near in trouble when Mark hands in his proposal. "This is marvellous, I can see the growth Mark. Please keep me updated," Mr.Dong said watching Mark skip away cheerfully to lunch, where he'd meet you. Fridays at Yonsei were known as the only days of the week students didn't have to wear uniforms to school which often made them pull together a swagger (Johnny's words not mine) outfit for the rest of the school to see. Mark wasn't one to dress up on these days so today he decided to wear his black and blue striped t-shirt paired with black denim jeans, his black hair parted in the middle this time. He did not look like a film kid. He looked like he belonged to sit beside you, "Hey" you were busy opening up your lunch when he stood behind you with his camera. "Oh-" In all honesty, you thought he'd be wearing baggy trousers and a worn-out shirt but you were filled with joy to see him looking presentable to you. "Hey, sit." You said to him, "I'm gonna just cut to the chase and record..." He said fiddling with the camera for a minute too long, "A few rules before you point that thing in my face," you started as he lifted his face to see you, "Absolutely no filming my left side, no hanging a minute later after filming I need you out of my sight when I hear you say cut." You were strict but not so sure if you meant it. He gave you a thumbs up before clicking record.

"So, Y/n why are you so determined to be Queen at the annual Spring Formal" Mark asked zooming in and out for a few seconds finally focusing, "Because it ensures permanent popularity and I can't fall from my throne can I?" You ask, "Aren't you already popular?" He asked looking up from the camera confused, "Companies at the top of the list don't need to advertise but they do it because..?" , "They need to stay at the top of the list," Mark says understanding where you were getting at. "Exactly, it's not easy to be popular like me nowadays," You say placing your hair behind your ear, "So not easy being like Y/n" Yuna said, Sooyoung agreeing. "Girls not now, this is my time-" , "Actually if they wanna add something they-", "Being popular isn't something you can just fool around with, it's like royalty to us hormonal teens. It's not easy, I gotta live up to these beauty standards, and be on my A-Game whenever." You finish. Not knowing what to say next you smile at the camera hoping Mark would do something- anything but suddenly your knight in shining armor is here- Jihoon takes a seat next to you. "Oh Babe!" You say kissing his cheek; making sure it was on camera. "Only 10's can get date 10's like Jihoon, we're perfect for each other!" You express, but Mark snickers to the scene unfolding behind you watching Yuna and Sooyoung roll their eyes at that certain sentence. "Are you coming to my game today?" Jihoon asked, before noticing Mark. "Why is there a fucking geek near us," He barks but you quickly come to the save. "Ji, we went through this. Mark here is going to be making a movie on how I win Spring Formal Queen." You say, gripping his hand slightly so he could get the memo. "He better not show up to my games", "Never, just eat." You said as he glares at the boy. "Alright, and cut." Mark said before getting up, "Thank you."

"So...you don't have a job?" Mark asked filming you going through a bunch of clothes, you shake your head no. "You just shop til' you drop huh?" He asked amused at your simple lifestyle, "Of course, now don't come in here this is a school film." You said going into the change room. "Here she comes," You cheered (for yourself) minutes after changing into a short black skirt which was most definitely breaking dress code and a tight white long sleeve which had a deep cut in the back. Mark's mouth is slightly agape seeing you, you were gorgeous indeed he thought. "So tell me what it's like to be...." He trails off trying to find a synonym for the popular " Amazing? Well, there are levels of popularity, at the top moi, and at the bottom..you." You said giving him a grisly glare."Ou! Love these!" You acclaim to a pair of black heels, "Hate these." You say to a set of hot pink ones beside them. "I have two of these!" You declare cheerfully at a pair of white heels which shimmered with sparkles; definitely your style. "How do people get popular?" Mark asked, ignoring your admiration over ridiculously cruel footwear. "Well some are just born with it," You say then go in closer, covering your mouth in a whisper action, "But some gotta follow the diva's around for it." You said, clearly talking about Sooyoung and Yuna.

"Gonna try these on, out Geek," you said to Mark who was almost walking in there with you. "Oh- right sorry!" He said now moving over to your two (deemed) friends. "So, since she's not here... " Mark started getting the camera up to focus on the two, "Do you have anything about Y/n you can spill?" He asked, "Like, does your popularity only come from following her around," Yuna was quick to fire back, "We may not be as popular as Y/n, but we do know some secrets..." She trails off letting Sooyoung start. "Like when Y/n doesn't get her way, she has the biggest hissy fit,", "And Jihoon is only with her cause he likes the attention, you know to she makes him feel better about himself," Mark couldn't understand how your two announced friends were fundamentally spilling everything about you to an insignificant camera and film nerd. "Behold!" You squeal opening the curtains, to reveal your outfit (which admittedly, had Mark's jaw drop). You were some-what dress shopping for the Spring Formal and you saw this magnificent dress, a silk orchid dress which fell all the way down to your knees frilling at the bottom. The right amount of skin and the right about of puff! You thought; pairing it up with black heels, "God, I look fantastic. What do you think?" You ask the three in front of you, "You-I think you look great!" Mark said the camera to his side, "Film!" You shouted suddenly, as he ponderously brought the camera back up. "Ladies?" You ask the two behind Mark, "You look so good!", "Agreed." They say. The four of you voted to get smoothies before departing and you were ever so willing to pay for all four, "So popular people can't hang out with... nerds?" He asked filming you sip on the mango smoothie, "Of course we don't," He moved on, placing the camera down to take a sip out of his smoothie thinking there wasn't too much to embellish on, although you continue. "It's better that way, no interference. Why would a dime like me hang out with a nickel?" You asked oh so wisely which made Mark mumble a WTF. "See, if you two were to go out... The school would go mad as a hatter and it's not gonna end well on both ends." Yuna adds you look to her in the seat beside you, giving her a warning look to 'not talk this is my movie' as she sinks in her seat. Mark sees the silence as an opportunity to ask a question from his cue cards filled with questions that would have something engaging, after finding something to grab not only your attention but the audience about to watch this's attention, he springs the question on you. What if you don't win Spring Formal Queen? "What if I don't? That's not a question, of course, I will? If I don't my life will be over!" You said sliding your drink aside stressing the word over.

It was in the late hours of the evening and Mark was confined inside his bedroom, editing and stressing. How was this a high school documentary? She only cares about herself, 'fashionable' friends, and prince charming, in which two out of the three didn't even care about her. Maybe she's like this because of what it's like at home? He thought questioning about your at-home life was. Does she have a deep heart-aching past which makes her act like such a nuisance? Nah who am I kidding this isn't some movie. His night was mostly spent, under his blanket with a laptop screen shining into his eyes (probably the reason why he has contacts).

Saturdays were beach days. That's what Jihoon always said. You'd meet him at the beach where all the (popular) kids from school would go on Saturday mornings, not to sun-bathe but to attend the main volleyball matches would be held. The teams were unauthorized, but for the student's entertainment, our Yonsei's official volleyball team would pick Saturday mornings for a friendly event against Joongdong High. You texted Mark beforehand to meet you there which took him a minute to agree on, but only if he brought his friends, Johnny and Jungwoo. "Hey, you're late!" You tell the boy who's jogging towards you with his tiny camera, you look behind him to see a taller fellow, "And you brought friends..." You said uninterested and rather irritated, "I'm gonna help Mark, so you look extra beautiful today Y/n!" He quickly said chiming in; his effort in pleasing you was extraordinary. You give him a small smile before nodding. You look beside Mark to see a familiar face, "Johnny!" You cheer before embracing the boy, "Hey Queen Bee" He joked, as you slap his arm jokingly. You and Johnny's dads are business partners, which often made you two spend time together growing up so, in your world, Johnny was your only nerd. Mark just awkwardly stands the before Johnny scatters away with Jungwoo for soda cans, but Mark follows you. Mark was busy filming your little interactions with Jihoon before catching a glimpse of his Ryunjin. He thinks to himself, I can put the camera down for a second, before jogging to Ryunjin, who was getting a soda from the vending machine. "Hey," He said awkwardly. "Hi Mark, didn't come across to you being a beach guy..." She responded laughing at his getup in the hot climate. "OH, I'm just filming for Y/n." He stated catching 'O' shape form on her lips before they start talking casually. You back away, momentarily from the crowd to give yourself a little break, being gorgeous is a workout, you thought, before snickering. You look to your right to see Mark in the distance talking to a brown-haired girl, noticing the purple highlights, hidden between her locks, you realize it's not some rando, it's Ryunjin. I have to get him out of there. You don't really think before grabbing a spare volleyball to flinging it over the crowd to Mark's head. Running over you ignore the girl aiding Mark, "Are you okay? You look okay. We don't have time for breaks." You said sternly before grabbing his arm and sprinting as fast as you could in a pencil skirt and orange stilettos.

"God, your so lucky I was your knight in shining armour out there. Saved you from your utterly wretched flirting." You tell Mark posing for the camera he set. "Flirting? What, no. Why would I flirt with Ryunjin?" He demanded panicked that you might do something knowing you. "Oh please, your crush on Ryunjin is way more obvious than Wonyoung's fake gold." You said adjusting the skirt you had on. "Can't believe I used to be her friend," You mutter, which he caught onto quickly, "Wait, what?", "Yea, in elementary but look at us now, way out of her league, she's almost at the bottom of the list with her, 'I'm in a rock band' getup." You spit before posing dramatically.

You sit at the bench in front of the now, empty parking lot. Jihoon ditched you for 'pizza with the boys' to celebrate their victory along with the two friends who just needed to tag along for the sole purpose to tell everyone they hang out with the volleyball team during their free time. "Hey," Mark said sitting down beside you, "They left me and took my car." You say recalling Jihoon asking for your keys to drive to the pizza place. "Now I'm stuck here, do you have a car Mark, let's go somewhere." You whined quietly watching as Mark put his camera away, grabbing your hand to bring you away. "This is Jeno." Mark says, pointing to his Silver 1965 Oldsmobile, "He's getting old but isn't vintage a style you princesses adore?" He asked, chuckling before telling you to get in. "Spot on Film Geek!" You praise, before hopping in. You notice from the corner of your eye a group of kids from Yonsei walking by, you duck down, hiding from them "What are you doing now?" Mark asked confused, before noticing the batch walking down and taking a turn. "Okay Miss Popular, they're gone." He said a little insecure this time giving you a dry laugh. You notice from the corner of your eye a group of kids from Yonsei walking by, you duck down, hiding from them "What are you doing now?" Mark asked confused, before noticing the batch walking down and taking a turn. "Okay Miss Popular, they're gone." He said a little insecure this time giving you a dry laugh. The car failed Mark this time, and not wanting to break the already broken car he tells you "Let's bus it, this car isn't going to start anytime soon,", "What? No way I'm going inside a jam-packed van just for it to stop a block away from my place!" You argue. "God why don't you quit this diva act and just face were gonna walk back which is probably a little over two hours I know you won't ever do or take a thirty-minute bus ride which you should consider knowing your so-called prince took.", "What did you just call me? A diva? Hello?? I'm a star in your film!" You bark, now furious at the boy, "No. You are a stuck-up, arrogant, annoying brat who's in my film." He fired-back. No remorse at all. "You're-You're fired!" You shout. "No, this is my film you don't do the firing!" He said back, "Don't care, I'm the star here and I say you're fired!" You finish before he grabs your wrist, "Oh please I'm the only one who demands are going to be valid and I say you're fired." Mark finished walking away from the bus-stop down the street, leaving you alone and forced to call a cab.

Mark thinks he hit jack-pot, finally getting rid of you. "It's not too late to change projects right?" He tells himself on that gloomy Monday morning, combing his hair with his fingers in the mirror before going downstairs to eat breakfast. Here he was, eating a bagel in Principle Dong's office. "I'm afraid you can't Mark," He said towards the boy.

"Hello! Yonsei!! It's me your future Spring Queen! Y/n! You want to better the halls of Yonsei? Vote for me, I'm sweet just like candy!!" You shout, the crowd you have in front of you, this was your way of campaigning. "Out of my way," Wonyoung says, grabbing the mic, to advertise and get people to vote for her. As per usual, she one-ups her opponent; you. "Oh my god, Y/n thanks for the advice on flirting, I finally got Wooseok to go with me for Spring Formal," Jisoo said, from behind making you turn with a happy smile, "So I can count on your vote?" Her smile faded quick, she mumbles a little something, before stuffing her face with the homemade cookie's Wonyoung provided, quick to run away.

It was almost the end of the school day and you were stuck in literature recapping on how to write proper paragraphs before your end of the year essay. You notice a semi-familiar face, Nayeon. You know she and Johnny are friends, so she must be close to Mark, you thought. You were gonna ask her to ask Mark to meet you but you'd rather not bring more geeks into your already geek-filled life. You read her phone screen that illuminated brightly in the dim-lit classroom. 'The Fifth Element is having a showing tonight,' A group chat called 'Hollywood's Trash' sent in, Mark would definitely be there. Writing down on a sticky note the address provided thankfully you slip it into your binder focusing your attention back on the lesson, this time with a smile.

You and probably the only other person you'd allow in your bedroom with you is Minho. He's been your family's butler for a little over 25 years now and has been with since day 1. Aiding since you unintentionally fell and cut a mark after attempting to bike without training wheels to strengthening you with your mother's passing. Minho was with you when he dropped you off at the very, very empty cinema. "They're probably inside, just wait until it's over which is..." He looks at his wrist, to his watch. "Another 10 minutes," He gives you an assuring smile before reaching over to open the door. "Knock em' dead," He tells you, before driving off. You sit on the sidewalk ledge with a soda in hand, sipping on it here and there until you began to see people walk out. Standing up, you pat down your skirt and look for anyone that resembles Mark. You see a short boy, black-parted hair and a graphic t-shirt paired with baggy trousers. "Mark!" You shout, he looks behind him to see your petite figure run up to him, "Hey," He said confused. "What are you doing right now?" you asked him eagerly, seeing him turn to Nayeon, Johnny and Jungwoo. "Yong's, we are totally digging sugar cookies," Jungwoo said before Mark could open his mouth, you smile leaning in a little closer to the odd trio, "Mind if I tag along?", "No! Feel free." Johnny said, grabbing your forearm to drag you along.

"God how can you guys drink those dreadful things," Nayeon said watching Johnny and Jungwoo gulp down smoothies. You and Mark already finished your drinks a while back, "Nayeon you do know, smoothies have a health glow about them? They’re often a fundamental part of cleanses, and they’re ubiquitous at health food stores and health-centric restaurants. And the smoothie trend is still going strong. Workout studios serve them up post-class, dietitians preach their powers and fit celebrities tout their nutritional prowess. The fruits used at Yong's are fresh and have antioxidant and anti-inflammatory benefits with low-sugar, employee's here have also learnt to provide fibre, calcium and vitamins A, C and K they add dark leafy greens like spinach or kale. "Y/n what the fuck??" Nayeon said. You stare at her dumbfounded... Have you said the wrong thing? Were you wrong?

It's still the early hours of twilight, and you are still wandering with Mark and his friends, roaming around the lit-up town. "So, since when did you get so smart?" Mark asked. The two of you were walking delayed to get a chance to talk after your dispute. "What do you mean I've always been like this," You said, a little offended he thought that low of your academic abilities. He mutters a 'wow' before continuing "Well I thought pretty diva's like you only cared about popularity and crowns," He said poking fun at our egotistic side. You gasp before laughing, "So you think I'm pretty?" You sneakily stated which made the boy stutter like crazy, he couldn't answer back without the rosy tint on his cheek growing so you continued on with a little heartfelt apology in hopes he'd continue the documentary. "Look I was hoping you'd let me hire you back to finish this stupid film," You started smiling eye-to-eye hopefully, "You mean, I could hire you back?" He said. "Yes, whatever. Just continuing this- whatever" you pointed at him, then back at you repeating his vigorously "whatever this is.", "Only under one condition, you being a little bossy duchess is not gonna be happening, I like the cool nerdy Y/n I saw at Yong's," He said, which you quickly fired back with 'I'm not a nerd!' You accept your mini defeat against Film Club boy, letting him know you need a ride home before anything. "Alright, get in."

"Wha-What are you doing?!" Mark asked, laughing so much he almost dropped to the floor. You invited him inside after he agreed to drop you off at home. "Making cookies duh!!" You cheer, grabbing all the chocolatey goods from the cabinet. He's quick to pull out his camera and hit record, "Welcome to my Y/n's baking show!" You sang, adding a trumpet noise (with your mouth). "So, what's the new with you and Ryu?" You ask, sitting beside Mark diving into a very, very unhealthy mess you call a cookie, with Mark. "Nothing really, how are you and Jihoon." You sigh to look over at the spacious living room, Mark understands your silence and understands your having trouble in paradise. "How about I ask some of her band mates- who worship me. If they can ask Ryu to go on a date with you" You suggest to Mark with a soft smile. He looks at you, thoughtfully, "I got someone else on my mind nowadays..." He tells you with a crimson red colour visible on his cheeks. "I-I should get going now it's nearly ten." He says going to grab his things, you nod and walk towards the front door. Maybe some nerds are cool, you thought, before Mark went out.

3 weeks. You've spent the last three weeks with Mark Lee. Getting to know him, documenting your- I mean our movie. He's been warming up to you, and you've been less of what he liked to call you; diva. You've started flaking out on some dates with the girls, just to film with Mark, you two have learnt more about him through the movie nights you spent over at your place after filming. He's really cool and you're grateful you stopped clowning around to know him. Today you went over to Mark's place extra early since you wanted to give him a makeover. His dorky striped tees were getting old and you'd like to see him rock the nice clothes in his closet you knew he had. "Wear this, this and OH! Make sure to put these to use." You say handing him a pair of khaki pants, a yellow shirt, patch denim jacket and a beanie to wear. It was beautiful to see him actually clean up for once, he almost made you fall for his looks. "If Ryunjin doesn't ask you out, don't mind if I do," You said laughing "Aren't you too busy with Jihoon to look after me?" He said bluntly laughing before stopping to look for a reaction which was nowhere to be found, "Jihoon broke up with me because apparently, I'm a part of the geek team now!" You said chuckling, a hidden sadness underneath. "Hey, don't worry I've been a member of the geek squad for about my whole life I think we roll far better than rich snobs-", "Hey! Take that back I was one of them" You said punching his arm. "Don't worry you're good," He said laughing it off. To be honest his feelings for Ryunjin over the past few weeks have now shifted into distant memories after getting to know the real you. I think Mark's really been feeling lucky he's got you and he knows you're aware who he's got his eyes on now. You're parting his hand, in between his legs as he sits on the stool, his hands were sneaky to make their way to rest on your hips; you hum unaffected, but proceed to part it nice and neatly before ripping his hands from somewhere it shouldn't be.

It was D-Day. Spring Formal was no longer weeks away, it's hours. You had just recently gotten news that Mark's little documentary he's been making about and with you has won first place in the Annual Film Festival, due to this he had won the summer getaway to Hollywood film camp, which by the way, was exclusive. He was lucky, and he aspired and reached his goal like no other, you on the other hand... Let's just say Spring Formal Queen wasn't something you were looking forward to nowadays. But it did feel nice to win something at a party you didn't even bother to attend, you were too busy telling mark farewell at the airport to be at a function that was still being supervised by faculty. "Don't forget to text me, Mark," You tell the boy in front of you. Today Mark is sporting a red and black striped tee with an In The Row Leather Jacket (gifted by who else other than you!) and some dark blue jeans. "Can't believe you missed the fricken' Spring Formal to hang out with the film geek! Ah You really have evolved," He said standing in front of your hands reaching to nothing when he stuffs them in his jean pockets. "You make me sound like those Digimon characters you collect," You say ultimately making him facepalm at your words Digimon? Really Y/n? he thought before going into a fit of giggles, oh why should he correct you anyways you seem so cute."But no, I won't forget." He assures hand reaching out to rub your side. This time spent with Mark is something the old you would've retched at, but the current you? The current you are thankful, Mark helped you go back to your regular self, showing you that you didn't have to be some type of Barbie doll for some; what Mark called rich slobs. You were better than that now, and you had Mark. You've come to realize that Mark Lee isn't just that geek from the film club. He's above that. His place in your hear is indescribable. Who knew he would be the one to make your heart run laps from simple gestures. It's hilarious in a way, you'd be aggravated if he even came into your vicinity but now you'd be anticipating his visit.

"Mark," You start, watching his eyes light up at you call him. Your eyes meet, looking into one another's dark coffee bean orbs. Your gaze was sharp as if lined with shards of glass around the edges, his eyes. God, when your eyes met, you could see the glow in them, it was irresistible. That is when you finally realize, this newly discovered desire you found in yourself, is in Mark. He foresees your next moves bringing a hand up to your cheek, caressing it. "God, you're so beautiful," He whispers watching both of your arms trail up his torso to rest firmly on his shoulder. Leaning in, you finally taste his peach lips. His heart was racing, once he dipped his face down to you. He knew that once he places his soft pink lips on you, he wouldn't want to stop. Breaking the kiss, you whisper, "Goodbye, Mark." Hand raising to ruffle his hair, "Make me proud out there," You tell him, leaving a less-heated peck on his lips. "Thank you, goodbye Y/n" He wanders off into his designated area before taking off almost immediately pulling his phone out. Is he really that addicted to elec- Oh, your phone rings. He's calling you, "I miss you already," he tells you the moment you answer. "I miss you too." You tell him. "I have to go, my Uber is here." you bit your lip, the words tangling up in the pit of your stomach, should you tell him the eight letters you've been longing to? "I love you, be safe." You look over the crowd to the seat to see him, looking for you. He brings the phone up back to his ear, "I love you too- Fuck so much," It looks like he's been waiting just as long.

Let's just say your happy ending took couple wrong turns but it looks like you finally reached your destination, in Mark's heart.

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