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Radelyn 🎉 (is that the shipname?)

Yay 🎉 (sure! I hadn't really come up with one yet so that works.)

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Your thumbs up fist bump co-buddy misses you too ((and hell yeaaah radcliffe dude))

One day we will reunite. ((And woohoo finally I got a love interest))

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Challenge four

Rp with @mallory-schreave

I paced back and forth as my phone rang again and again and again and again.

It just never fucking stopped. It was an email from Ashley, a text from Ashley, a missed call from Ashley, a voicemail from Ashley. All about one thing.

Where’s the new book.

I don’t know I don’t know. Everything left me nothing works. Brooks tried to help he failed, this selections been a bust, my life is too boring, Ashley wants something realistic. I don’t know!

I sighed as my hands shook and waited watching the clock and listening to the ringtone of my phone, the buzzing of my phone, the song of a notification, every little annoyance as I waited to be shoved in a frilly dress and put on display. The one friend I had left. I missed Maya.

It was nice to have someone here for me who wasn’t either interesting in my new book, an opponent, or someone I was supposed to be fucking.

Finally the time came.

The ball. I dressed different from normal. My maids wanted to see as a last desperate attempt if something sexy would catch Nates attention. They shoved me in a tight red cage and zipped me up the back. They curled my hair and tied it up into a tight bun, and made my eyes look smokey. I looked like the devils shit.

I didn’t feel like I could breathe. I waddled my way down to the ball and as soon as I got in looked for the drinks. Of course I was advised not to get completely hammered but my head was ringing, and my organs were being crushed. I needed liquid courage.

I drank maybe 4 glasses before deciding it was enough. Of course no one wanted to dance with me. Brooks was occupied with one of the selected, Nate couldn’t care less about me, I was only still here for my fame. I sighed and ate one last olive from my martini and decided it was time to head out. Hopefully I was drunk enough that I could peel off this slutty skin and just pass out.

I felt myself bump right into someone on my way out. At first I was going to apologize. But with my head ringing I identified the lady as Princess Mallory and felt no need to. She was a bitch anyways.

“What’re you doing here?! Move.” She yelled seeming like she was in such a hurry to leave. Me and you both sister. I rolled my eyes at her question and sighed.

“Um? I’m at the ball that I was invited to attend? But go on your merry way miss aggressive.” I then stepped aside and gestured for the new area for her to walk.

She huffed and rushed her way out of the room. For a moment I considered leaving all be. Going back to my room and sticking with my plan. Waiting to leave in the morning. But I couldn’t leave without a story, and a royal acting off like Mallory, there was a story there. So I followed her not so discreetly. I watched as she got all cozy with some strange man. He was a guard, much much older than her. Obviously dating her just for the benefit. He held her and was lustful towards her but physically didn’t seem to care for her well being.

She hugs him tightly, “I missed you!”

Maybe they have a father daughter relatio- oh no they’re kissing. Nevermind.

I hide around the corner and listen, peeking around every few moments.

“I missed you too.”

“I could only come out here for a few minutes, I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever, Mal, I’ll meet you tonight.”

Mallory then giggled in giddy excitement. I heard them part ways and Mallory return. I knew she’d walk next to me but I didn’t care to run. I needed this book. If have to convince her to let me stay. I would need to make her think something. I’m not ready yet. I don’t know these terms. I don’t want to end up in jail for blackmail. Okay okay, make nothing set in stone now then. Just all theoretical.

Once she sees me her eyes widen, “What are you doing here?” She hisses.

“I don’t know. I think the more important question is what are you doing here? Though I already know the answer to that. Don’t worry I won’t tell, miss pissy.”

“Excuse me?”

“No excuse you, check your behavior and I won’t be as merciful with your secret. I’m sure though I’ll find something later much more satisfactory to get you to do for me than just behave. Since after all I assume you don’t want your family to know you’re dating a gold digging grandpa.”

Her face flushed with anger, “You can’t do that!”

“Why not?”

“I am the princess!” hah. Like there’s only one.

“Doesn’t matter to me. You have something I could use, so I need to keep it incase I want to use it. So be on your best behavior or I will go straight ahead to all of the newspapers I can find and tell them the globally acclaimed author has found her new inspiration in a scandal in the royal family, then I’ll out you at dinner before you can say anything in front of everyone. Isn’t that fun? No, right. So behave yourself and wait for me to decide what I want from you.” She didn’t seem to have a response for that so I smiled and pat her head. Like a small puppy.

“Wonderful, have a wonderful rest of your night, Mal.” I smiled and turned to leave, the ruse was up.

I couldn’t keep up this cold behavior any longer. Everything was piling up, the drinks, the blackmail, the book, the friendless, loveless me.

I walked to the garden, my throat closing tightly as my chest grew tighter and tighter until I finally made it outside. I ran to a bench and sat on the found by the garden, resting my forehead against the cold cement of the bench and hiding my crying face with my arms.

I soon felt a tap on the back of my shoulder.

“Are you okay, miss?” A tall man in a black suit asked.

I turned around and replied a little harsher than intended, “I’m just peachy.”

I then tried to stand up but felt my ankle collapse in my heel knocking my back over, the stranger trying to help me stay stable and sit on the bench.

“Hey, I know you. You’re that author selected.” He commented.

I took his drink from him and drank the whole thing in one gulp, then tossed the glass down not caring if it were actual glass or plastic. “The one and only. Evelyn Fenton.”

“James Radcliffe.”

“…..”

“….”

“…Sorry, I don’t normally try to startle women alone at night, it was just that I heard you crying.”

“Yes I was crying. Now I’m not.”

“…..”

“Sorry, I’m not normally so defensive. I’ve just had a rough day.” I sighed and leaned back on the bench.

“Want to talk about it?” He asked. I thought for a moment about shoving him. My drunk in me was talking though. It’s not like I could just run away. It’s not the most horrible situation to be in either. Outside in a garden on the night of a ball, with a handsomely dressed handsome young man.

“Well, as you know I’m a writer. I’ve spent my whole life trying to make a meaning to my life. I spent my childhood working on volunteer projects, as an early teen I tried to donate and help charity. Later and now I’ve had my books. I write about strength in love, and I write about things and people that inspire me. But nothing here has done it for me. Well at least not until about an hour ago. But I hadn’t told my editor about any new ideas and she was started to push this formulaic writing system money making authors use. When you don’t care about the quality, you don’t care about the message, you just want the money. And I don’t want to do that. But she just kept pushing it and pushing it and it made me almost rip my hair out.”

“so…work problems?”

I laughed a bit at his simple way of putting it, “Yes, work problems. Now that we’re in a conversation I may as well ask. How was your day?”

He thought for a moment. “Well if I had to pick a word for it I would pick spontaneous. I decided last minute to come here with my father on a business meeting, then I decided last minute to go to this ball. And then I almost didn’t come to talk with you. I’ve been very out of my habitat lately.”

“What kind of business does your father do?” I asked.

“He’s one of the royal advisors.”

“Oh…..well, why did you almost skip on the ball?”

He sighed, “I was hoping you wouldn’t ask. Well, to put it simply in a hopeless romantic. The idea of going to a ball full of women who are competing for a man’s heart just seemed like a bad place for a tragically attractive man like myself to be in.”

I giggled and spotted closer to him, looking up at his frosty blue eyes. “And why is that?” I asked.

He looked down into my brown eyes and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Because, us attractive men, and women, we think the idea of treason is attractive.” He whispered back to me.

Within only thirty minutes of knowing each other lips where on lips. It was dangerous, we could be caught. Just like Mallory. I wouldn’t even have anything to offer if we were caught like she. But I couldn’t stop. The heat of his lips on mine kept tugging me in more and more until finally he pulled away.

“Sorry, now I don’t deny our unbelievable chemistry, Miss Evelyn Fenton. But I believe you have had enough to drink for it to not be entirely ethical for me to do anything else now but offer to take you to your room.” He said with a smile. His hand still gently on my shoulder.

I blushed and looked down to my hands in my lap. “Of course. I’d be honored if you could help me not get lost on my way to my room.” I replied letting the form dork in me slip out.

He stood, we linked arms and we walked. We didn’t say much as we walked. But I didn’t feel either of us were bothered by the silence. It was a nice quiet. A restful quiet. A quiet I needed.

The next morning I awoke happily, I had a book idea in the works, a skip in my step, and the phone number of Mr. Radcliffe under my pillow.

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For my secret Santa I had @clove-teasdale and so I drew crooks! I'd like to formally apologize for the horrible drawing of Brooks for all of those who love him. It was my first actual attempt at drawing a male. Anyways, merry Christmas ester I love you #nohomo 💜

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Challenge 3

I decided it was time to talk with Brooks again. I had been avoiding him after I insulted Mallory. It wasn't like we were close though so I doubt he even noticed.

“Hey book boy.” I said deciding to start out positive and test the waters.

“Hey book girl.” he replied. Well that didn't tell me anything of his mood. Uh crabs. I don't know what to say next. Um…. My shoes hurt let's work with that.

“Soo....got any new shoes lately?” I asked. God I sound like such a moron, that sounds so random.

“Nope, still kicking it with these.” I nod to myself.

“Great.” Fuck I'm being a terrible conversationalist. If anything I seem like the unhappy one here.

“You alright?” He asked.

“Yup I'm fine. How have you been lately?” great a conversation starter.  

“truthfully stressed.”

“I would say same but for once I'm not too stressed. My editor doesn't want me writing since she wants me to experience things and get something called a 'life'?” I laugh a bit at my own joke.

“what's that?”

“I think it's a type of food.”

“Not to my tastes.”

“I'd much rather the brittle dessert of death.”

“Or the nice, cold glass of non-existence.”

“The finest pallet.” I’m glad at least someone shares in my depressing sense of humor.

He smiles, “Have you written at all?”

“I've jotted down a few ideas but none of them good. My editor wants me to write a realistic book next which is why she made me sign up. So I could have something more interesting than everyday life but still realistic to write about. But I can't seem to get my head out of the clouds.” Even though I'm not allowed to really write, I still need ideas.

“Why's that?”

“No idea I just can't seem to get any ideas. Guess the selection is just too boring for me.” good ideas from a Prince.

“Yeah I should kill someone, really take things up a notch.”

“Can it be me?”

“Why would you want to be murdered?”

“For the experience, of course.”

“I mean I'm sure it wouldn't be a very fond memory.” I then pause for comedic effect.

“Get it because you'd be dead.”

“I can't stop laughing.” He mocked flatly.

“Fine you make a better murder joke then.” I challenge.

“No, it'll kill you.” My eyes squint as my lips turn into a thin line at his response. Boy had wit at least.

“Fine. You win this round books.”

“Brooks.”

“Well, I assume you're busy with all of your princely duties and what not so I'll be on my way.” I excused myself.

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Part 2

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Part one

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Secret santa

Okay guys, this has been hectic and this month has been utter hell for me so I haven't really had enough time as I thought I would to set aside and work on this. But I will be getting out secret Santas today.

IF YOU ALREADY HAVE BEEN GIVEN A SECRET SANTA IGNORE IT BECAUSE THAT WILL PROBABLY NO LONGER BE WHO YOU ARE GIVING A GIFT TO. If you have already started on the gift message me ASAP and I can try to work it out.

This stuff is too hard to do by hand so I'm using a website now. Cool.

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Selection Secret Santa

The holiday season is officially upon us. As such we’ve decided to do Secret Santa. There are two you may participate in.

•OOC Secret Santa

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Enter one or both! (Two is more fun)

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Secret Santa ooc

I've sent some out but will be doing the rest tomorrow. I've caught a bad cold and need sleep. Speak with you all tomorrow. Also if you haven't applied you still can I don't mind making adjustments if it means we can include more people!

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Vote here! https://goo.gl/7CTdAS

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Selection Secret Santa

The holiday season is officially upon us. As such we’ve decided to do Secret Santa. There are two you may participate in.

•OOC Secret Santa

•OC Secret Santa

Enter one or both! (Two is more fun)

OOC Secret Santa

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OC Secret Santa

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Please contact @ladyaadamaier and @evelyn-fenton if you have any questions or concerns

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When are the secret santas assigned?

I'll go ahead and send out the info at 9pm EST tonight.

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Bonus: Perfect Match

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Family Fuck ups.

I sit at the desk. I had hoped the palace would make chairs more comfortable than the ones at my own home, but alas any chair sat in for more than four hours is a bad chair. I suppose I should be socializing.

Maya is now my friend, Eloise is my friend, I’m supposed to be seducing Prince Nathaniel. But I want to write. There’s just no inspiration. It’s not like the first time I wrote. Not like the first time I lost.

**************Flashback time***********

It’s almost time for finals, but I couldn’t care less. All I care about is him. My childhood friend, my only friend, my first love, and my boyfriend.

I wait after school for him hiding around a vending machine, using the angles to keep me out of sight. Once he is in my sight I leap hugging him, taking him by surprise.

“I got you!” I cheer. He laughs as we hug. Then he tries to kiss me, though I was still much too young for that. So I pulled away.

The next year we stayed the same.

He aged to 18, I aged to 16. We grew up together, holding hands together, laughing together. Being together.

Then it all stopped.

It started calm.

“This is a really good poem for just Ms. Wallis’ class. Why not enter it in a contest?”

“You know I don’t really want to be a writer.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m a six.”

“It’s not that.”

“If it isn’t how come that is the only time you truly seem yourself? Why do you put in words the things you’d never say? Why do you put writing above even eating at times?”

“I don’t know. Well.. I may love writing but I love you more I just want to be with you!”

“You don’t know what you want Evey! You’re a child!”

“Yes I do I want you! If I’m such a child why are you even with me then?”

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I lean back in the seat and look at the time.

One in the morning. It’s time to wake him.

I walk up to the royals hall. I know I shouldn’t be here but I couldn’t send a maid. Then I knock on the door and wait.

“Brooks!” I yell in a hushed voice not wanting to wake anyone.

He groggily opens the door. “What? Evelyn?”

I giggled at his appearance. He was not a very dainty sleeper. “You have bedhead. Anyways, it's time for you to help me with my next book. Get dressed.”

He looked back into his room, presumingly at a clock. “It’s 1am.”

“Yup. This way we won't get in trouble, brains work better at night, and the cold can wake you up.”

He yawns “Fine.” then grabs a sweater and closes the door.

“Where're we going?”

“We're going to escape the palace. I read on a map there's a beach by here. In short we're going exploring.”

“We should tell a guard.”

“That would take the fun out of it. If by some magic they notice we're gone we'll just say you were kind enough to take me on a walk because I couldn't sleep. Just to the gardens.”

“I'm hardly allowed to go anywhere without supervision.”

“Well, you have my supervision. Come on.” I then took his sleeve to slowly drag him along which he doesn't resist.

“Good boy. Nooowwww how do you think we should escape. The beach looks closer to the garden and there's that big woods right by it so I'm guessing there's a weak point there.”

“We are so not going in the woods.”

“And why not?”

“I could be murdered.”

“By a bunny rabbit?”

“By Hooks Heave.”

I laughed, “You'll be fine. If Hooks Heave makes an appearance I'll write in a wolf to maul him.”

“Oh, thank God. I'm so glad I have your writing to rely on regarding my life.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“Are you planning on murdering me?”

“Nope this is not inspiration for Hooks Heave.”

“Damn.”

“Damn? Did you want to die?”

He grinned, “Oh no, I would never be so self deprecating.”

“Somehow I feel like that's sarcasm. Now i'm for sure going to push you into the ocean.”

“Excuse you, I am royalty and I do not take threats like that lightly. Watch yourself, peasant.” He then poked my forehead.

“Right. Dear me, now I may lose my head. All because of some cold salt water.”

“The real world is a cruel, cruel place.”

“Thats an idea for a book. Writing about the crudeness of the world. A woman falls in love with a man only to learn he's a dick then they fight and she finally storms out to leave with their 5 year old daughter. She packs a small suitcase and boards a bus out of town. As the bus leaves a giant octopus comes and crushes the town. Everyone dies but the daughter. The lesson is the world is cruel.”

“Yikes... I see why you need my help. Tsk tsk.” I thought that one was pretty good. Even when you want to escape to a nicer world, the world is not nice and will kill you if you try.

“Well I lost my past inspirations so now I'm just stuck with bad ideas but a good brain. It's a very complicated situation.” I lost him, and I lost her.

“What a tragic time. I don't know about you, but I'm partial to accuracy.”

“Yeah but I don't know what to be accurate about. Even if i took out the octopus the root of that idea sucks. My first book was a love story, the second was a murder mystery, now I need something new but all I have are octopi and hooks heave.”

“Okay, what about a coming of age story?”

“People like those, but that focuses just on one person. I'm not good at that.”

His face brightens, “A challenge!”

I sighed, why’d something I hate so much have to inspire him? “I don't even know where to start with a book like that.”

“Think of a main character.”

“Well I normally base my characters a bit on myself but I can't make it too similar ummm..okay so it's about a young girl, maybe 18. No idea what her name is.”

“Close your eyes.”

“Why?” I ask but close them.

“Just do it. Okay, what is this character like.”

“Ummm. She's a redhead, she's pretty introverted, she can be a bit aggressive and selfish too but that's because she  raised well. She likes sweets and cats.” Like you but meaner.

“What's her family like?”

“Her mother and father fight a lot. They stay together for financial reasons. For most of her youth she was neglected as they were trying to divorce but finally settled on living separately but staying married. She later had a half-sister who is much younger than her who's raised under the custody of her father who was a much nicer man than her mother as a female.”

“Does she have friends?”

“Not really. She doesn't go out much because she's scared people will hurt her like her parents did.”

“Is there a love interest in her world?”

“No men are horrible.....” A book with a female lead without a female love interest is risky. It might not sell well.

I sigh, “I guess she can have a male for awhile. But I write tragedies so it'll end with them breaking up somehow.”

“She finds herself, huh?”

“Always better to pick yourself over a man. That's the theme of my first book, not the one you were reading.” It’s what I should have done. Instead he forced me to have no choice but myself.

“Ah, but are you writing your first book?”

“Ah no. I wrote that book in 2 days, dont want a mistake like that again.” I wrote it sobbing, with a fever.

He left me. He made me pick writing over him. He broke me. I didn’t leave my home for a month afterwards. I failed all my classes, I was basically a high school dropout. All I had was a box of tissues, my laptop, my cat, and my feelings. I needed to vent it all out somehow. My first book was how.

“Think of what you want again.”

“Right. Book. New book. Book with brooks. Maybe I'll have it end with her picking her career over her boy.”

“Why can't she do both?” Right Brooks is a prince. He has time to do careers as hobbies along with his caste given duty.

“She's a three, her boyfriends a four and wanted to include her in the family. If she stayed with him she'd have to accept eventually becoming a four and no longer being able to be a writer as her career.” Make it a four. Make it seem better. Safer. Less of a risk. That way the idea of her dropping down a caste seems more possible. Instead of falling three.

“So she chooses work over love?”

“Yes. It's the wise choice. It's what will make her money and keep her afloat in a society which she is already disadvantaged in due to her gender. Because of her upbringing she is also taught to have the practical mindset that would lead her to that choice. Also she wants to make her mother happy so obviously there is no other choice for her.” It’s the choice I should have made. I should have left his ass. I should have won our relationship. Been the empowered woman. Not the deer in the headlights.

“What if she breaks past that?”

“She can't she shouldn't give up what she loves for a man. But I can't end it that way either. Even if he wasn't right for her, she's still a person. No one deserves to just live alone like that, without friends or anyone to love. Maybe she should have just settled so she wouldn't have to be alone with only a cat who would die three months later.”

“Stop writing what you're used to.”

“I don't know what else to write.”

“Do something you're not comfortable with.”

“What about a sci-fi book. I hate those so maybe I could make one I like.”

He laughs. What? I thought that was a legitimate idea. “Open your eyes.”

I open them, happy to see Brooks again. “Thank God I'm not blind. I was starting to get tired.”

“Do you have an idea of what you want to do?”

“I want to go swimming. If I go to bed I'll miss the window the brain is most creative in.”

“You should go to bed.”

“Fine. I'll walk back with you so you don't get murdered.”

“I'm so honored.”

“You should be.” I then held my arm out.

“Here you can even link arms with me that way if Hooks comes at you it'll be easier to hide behind me.”

“What if I'm Hooks?”

That stumped me for a moment. “Hmmm then I guess I deserve to be killed for being dumb enough to not notice, then lead you to a secluded area with me.”

“Let's just head back to the palace. And quickly too. I don't want the press getting the wrong idea.”

“What do you mean wrong idea? Plus I doubt there's any press out and about this late.”

“Well, it's a little weird a selected would be walking with me out here. And they're always around.”

“True but I could explain it. Writers always do crazy things. And thats creepy. Maybe I should write about journalists being aliens from hell.”

“Wouldn't be that far off. Luckily, I'm not in the papers very often.”

“Shocking, you don't want to be a drama llama and win all the attention?”

“'Drama llama'?”

“I like the rhyme, kill me. Your sister clearly shows off that even those who aren't the heir can get all the attention they need.”

He frowned and back away from me, unlinking our arms. “Are you talking about Mal?” Fuck.

“A bit? It's not a judgement just a fact that press likes the way she acts so she gets a lot of attention from them. Why does it matter?” shit.

“It sounds like you're speaking in the negative.” Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“You can't insult my sister to my face, Evelyn.” God I’m a moron.

“Right. Maybe I should not talk about your sisters at all, doesn't seem to go well.”

“Yeah, maybe you shouldn't.” We walked in silence. Great Evey, you are a master of conversation. Insult his sister to his face.

“I trust you can make it to your room from here.”

I apologize once more and leave. It seems everytime we talk I ruin it.