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horrornvnfan · 1 year

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a ranking list of if I met yandere vn love interests irl, who would i date!

i love all of these games and characters a lot, this isn't a "best game" list, just as realistic compatibility as i can imagine!

ren/redacted: 14 days with you (i'm a simp and a fool 😔🤘 we will date and i will inevitably pay the price)

ezra: restart heart (should be #1 bc they're somehow the healthiest choice i think? also very pretty and flirty)

friend: see thru need a friend (he's funny and fun and i love friends to lovers trope! i can fix him 😌💖 probably not.)

jack: swwsdj (he is so supportive which i love but i CANNOT trust ghosts. would be the slowest burn ever)

alan: my dear hatchet man (super bad idea but he's charming!! if i just never found out about the murder we'd probably be cool. also don't kidnap me.)

liu: glass mind (very cute! but i think he is possessed and idk how to help so not sure about going steady!)

fone: honey hotline (i genuinely really like fone! 🥰 but i think we might be better friends? also if fone is not upfront about dating, i'll never think he wants to, and then we never will)

zachary: don't look (i like him a lot but i would handle being kidnapped so poorly he'd just kill me out of annoyance 💀)

adam: you and him (i will sooner throttle him. i can hold a grudge and this man STABBED me. we might hate kiss ONCE but that is it.)

keith or tenebris: duality (they both seem cool, but i am extremely against finding someone broken into my home, so i AM calling the cops and never seeing them again sorry 🥲)

casanova: cannibal sweetheart (i have not played this game but i am afraid of being eaten! if that is a possibility in this game then i'm sorry we can be friends instead!)

elias: groom of gallagher mansion (i'm not a ghost fucker. don't look at jack in 4th place thats different)

dachabo: dachabo (i'm also not a furry so absolutely not)

john doe: john doe (NEVER. HE DOES NOT BATHE AND WANTS TO KILL ME.)

moral of this list; never let me find out about your intent to kidnap me/murder/stalking/gaslighting, and we will be a very happy and healthy couple 😘

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vickozone · 7 months

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The Magnus Archives

-S2 Notes-

I had a lot more to say on this season apart from the first. (I find some of them funny, like Ep 78)

An animatic may or may not be coming soon.

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Handwriting translated below:

{ Note: Magnus was the last name of the man that discovered Arsenic, a lethal poison } [I am not sure what this proves, but I found it interesting]

#41 Jon explores the caves, makes own statement

#42 Crazed band causing ppl to off themselves + Martin is suspicious

#43 Police order and fire guy identified (ep. 12?) Jon rizzed cop into getting tapes

#44 circus again, Gertrude’s tape

#45 Malaria doctors (rather similar to Jane scenario), also, Jon has photos of Tim… antique guy

#46 Book guy, Michael Crew, rain smell (ep. 18)

#47 MICHAEL STABBED JON!? OMG WHY DID I FIND IT HOT?? (Ep. 53, 5 stitches??)

#48 person lost in non-human crowd. I trust Elias.

#49 More meat. … Still trust Elias

#50 Smirk, again, and Tim thinks Jon is banging a cop. People keep moving to New Zealand.

#51 Simon Fairchild in the ocean + not!Sasha is going to a… wax museum??

#52 weird, strong inmate. Not!Sasha boyfriend? (omg. Tim.)

#53 Another archive. Martin is such a sweetheart.

#54 Taxidermy and Jon is slowly going marbles (broke into Gertrude’s home!!)

#55 “disease, insects, and the smell when they burn.” [side: I do not remember what the episode was about, but upon further reflection, it was the pest control guy]

#56 Vamp dude again aND I ALMOST CRIED WHEN JON YELLED AT MARTIN?! HE’S GOING INSANE!! WHY IS HE SMILING?? STOP. THAT SCARED ME!!! Also “The Hunt” He’s 29? [Martin]

{ Note: When a character emphasizes “The (insert noun)”, note it }

#57 space program, 3 people involved, stock boyfriend

#58 old file about cannibalism. Jon is legit going insane. (Oregon Trail)

#59 ex-thug taken in. Something with Agnes. Everyone is scared of Jon.

#60 Eyes. Team confronts Jon.

#61 Coffin again + another cop. Daisy.

#62 “The End”, + Gertrude tape. Floorboard. [Mary Keay’s experience with Leitner book]

#63 The dark are my friend + YouTube girl again

#64 Mummy tomb + Jon broke into police station?? [he keeps breaking laws] #65 17 HOUR ASMR EATING COMPUTER!! Tim CURSES Jon out.

#66 Man buried alive (sorta). Gertrude is a pyromaniac [/j]

#67 “The Cult of The Lightless Flame”, Agnes is back

#68 Another book? Not!Sasha scared Jon. Lol

#69 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Spiders seem to be a theme. “The Spiders”? Is Annabelle a monster? Like Prentiss?

#70 Death book. Istg, if there are anymore books-

#71 Spooky train.

#72 More meat. “I don’t want my final thoughts to be racist.”

#73 Maxwell kidnapped child, brought to industrial complex. 5 seconds, chaos happened. “People’s Church of The Devine Host.” (Barista quit.)

#74 Insomniac girl meets Michael (pookie bear) ALSO, Jon is sus[picious] of Sasha? That’s new.

#75 Michael crew, again. Theme of falling endlessly…

#76 Melanie tours WW train. Jon is slowly learning that Sasha is different.

#77 “Not them” OMG, THAT’S WHY!! NEAT NOT!SASHA TO A PULP!

#78 OH. NO. OUR TABLE. “And now I see you.” Chills. (stop, cause I literally yelled)

#79 “Come out, come out wherever you are…” Jon crying, pleading in sorry for his coworkers broke me. Martin + Tim are stuck in Michael’s dimension [lucky]

#80 JURGEN IS ALIVE. JURGEN IS KILLED BY ELIAS. ENTITIES? (knew it) TIM + MARTIN BLAME JON. SOMETHING WITH AN EYE.

(side notes within the {} brackets, and more detailed notes of what I was referring to within [] brackets)

#the magnus archives #the magnus archive fanart #tma #the magnus institute #tma jon #jonathan sims #jon sims #martin blackwood #tma michael #tma season 2 #tma martin #not!sasha #tim stoker #tma tim #tma spoilers #michael the distortion #notes #tma notes

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ao3feed-jonmartin · 1 month

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To Heal Is To Admit You're Wrong

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Hr874qD by rossaryoftherose After Elias' world gets shattered, he must learn how to live a normal life and also how to not be a prick. Luckily, Peter Lukas and the rest of the Archive gang are here to help! A fix-it fic about healing and becoming a better person :) Words: 3618, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Peter Lukas, Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Georgie Barker, Melanie King, Basira Hussain, Original Character(s) - Character Relationships: Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus/Peter Lukas, Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Georgie Barker/Melanie King Additional Tags: Fix-It of Sorts, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Going to get very gay later on trust me, Hurt Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Soft Elias Bouchard, peter lukas is a sweetheart, learning to live a normal life, Slow Burn, Author is deranged, First Proper Fic, theyre my way of coping, Elias is struggling, Depression, Anxiety, Elias lost his moxie, humbling, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR S5 FINALE read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Hr874qD

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #tma #jonmartin #jmart #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin fanfic

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winmance · 2 months

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Hi guys!

It’s been a long (long, long) time since I’ve been active here, and the reason is that I’ve spent the last couple of years working on my own book!

This story is a mixte of everything I love reading about: brotherly love, arranged marriage, fantasy universe, and much more.

Here’s the resume:

« As the King’s third child, Elias was supposed to be the sweetheart of the nation, just as the media in every country had claimed before his birth.

That should have been the case, but a twist of fate had him born without any abilities, unlike all the citizens of his country.

Although the information was kept secret, his father had locked him up in their castle, forbidding him from leaving the premises.

Elias had made up his mind that his whole life would be this way; going from one room to another, with only a few people to talk to. But his father’s death changed everything : now, in order to keep him safe from a potential war between mutants and non-mutants, his brother, now King, has no choice but to marry him off in order to send him to a non-mutant country.

After spending his entire life locked away, Elias discovers the real world and all the beauty that comes with it, while navigating his new relationship with the stranger chosen by his brother to be his husband. But security is only an illusion and Elias will have to learn who he can trust in order to survive. »

Thanks to Abby, who edited it and helped me along the process, you can finally buy it on Amazon here!

(Btw, I’m also on Instagram if you want to come and say hi)

#so excited about this #I’m so happy #Let me know if you read it!

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twistedtummies2 · 1 year

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My Twisted Wonderland OCs (As Of Now)

So, for most people who follow me, this post is gonna be kind of redundant. XD But, sort of as a way of just catching people up to date with stuff, I wanted to give you all a quick rundown of all of my major Twisted Wonderland OCs…at least, the ones that have some form of art to reference so far, which is thankfully most of them.

Not all these characters have shown up in stories YET, but I do have plans for all of them. And if anybody ever wants to commission a story featuring any of them, I’m open to hearing the ideas. Also, keep in mind, I’m only including what I consider “Major” OCs, meaning they’re students of NRC. I won’t be counting any staff OCs I’ve made, any oneshot characters I don’t plan to use again, nor any characters I still don’t have art for. I also won’t be including OCs that don’t actually belong to me, so you won’t be seeing the likes of Tock Crockwork or Harmonia here. I will be including some very, VERY basic information about each character here, including a super, SUPER condensed bio, and an art reference. With all that said…in order of appearance…

NAKODA (Art by @horriblehooter)

Full Name: Nakoda “Nako” Spivak

Source/Inspiration: Kaa, from Disney’s Jungle Book.

Dorm: Savanaclaw.

BIO

Nakoda is a naga who can transform from his true half-serpentine form to a more humanoid look, which is pictured above. His Unique Magic is called “Trust in Me,” and when activated, anyone who looks into his eyes and hears his voice is put under his spell, becoming a brainwashed servant, subservient to his will, adoring him and willing to do anything for him. Nako grew up in a poor neighborhood, and never really felt he had much control over his own life; he turned to crime in an attempt to gain control of his life, and eventually made his way to Night Raven College. Nako is both constantly hungry and constantly thirsty; when he says he wants you inside of him, he can mean it two different ways, sometimes at the same time. He has a very dirty mind and constantly carries himself with a sensual, seductive, domineering air. However, under the lusty bravado, he has many insecurities; he’s prone to throwing tantrums when he’s particularly frustrated, and if he’s threatened, his inner cowardice shows itself quickly.

BILLY (Art by @horriblehooter)

Full Name: Billy Géant.

Source/Inspiration: Willie the Giant, from Fun & Fancy Free.

Dorm: Pomefiore

BIO

Billy is a literal giant; an ogre who hails from the Kingdom Above the Clouds. He is actually a distant descendant/relative of the legendary Giant who terrorized Happy Valley and stole the Singing Harp, although the way HE learned the story was rather different: he is proud of his heritage. His Unique Magic - “Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum” - is a throwback to his ancestor, and allows Billy to change into anything he wants. Billy is actually a pretty gentle giant: having not had many attachments growing up, he really just wants to make friends above all else, and tends to be cheerful and affectionate in everything he does. At times he does show a slight ego, or a slightly aggressive, even occasionally mischievous, edge. However, he’s usually very friendly and sweet-natured. While he isn’t very bright…AT ALL…Billy is very loyal to those he considers his friends (which is practically everyone), and will do anything he can to help them. HOWEVER, there is a dark side to Billy Géant: he has a bit of a temper, and when he’s PARTICULARLY enraged, he becomes downright dangerous. Sweethearted as he often may be, he’s still a man-eating giant, and you DO not want to cross him.

ELIAS (Art by Laizy_Boy04 on Twitter)

Full Name: Elias “Eli” Gottfredson Inque.

Source/Inspiration: The Phantom Blot, from the Mickey Mouse Universe.

Dorm: Diasomnia.

BIO

Elias G. Inque is a theatrical soul of the highest sort. He is the consummate “theatre kid,” in love with popular musicals and Shakespeare, especially, and forever craving the spotlight. Elias’ Unique Magic, “Inkwell,” allows him to physically transform into a being made purely of Blot, and allows him to manipulate the inky substance to his own ends. However, staying too long in this “Blot Form” can lead to an absolutely MONSTROUS Overblot situation, so he uses his powers as sparingly as possible. Elias used his UM to take on a dual identity: the mysterious thief called The Phantom Blot - a title that has been passed on over the centuries to different people. As the Phantom, Eli enacted an elaborate scheme to try and gain some form of recognition, which he never felt he had enough of in life; nowadays, he’s more or less reformed…but you should still make sure to mind your valuables around him. Eli is in some ways a very grounded, casual individual, and in other ways a total and complete ham. He’s typically laid-back and easygoing, but he has a decided flair for the melodramatic, unable to resist the chance to deliver over-the-top monologues and sing grand musical numbers. Being a dogboy, he’s also pretty constantly ravenous. Do not trust him when he activates the puppy dog eye maneuver.

RENO (Art by @belliesandburps.)

Full Name: Reno Rovar.

Source/Inspiration: Oogie Boogie, from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

Dorm: Ignihyde.

BIO

Reno, much like Nakoda, is a beastly creature in disguise. His true form is a green half-bug creature, but he typically hides this by taking on a more humanoid appearance. Reno is crass, crude, loud, rough, and slightly paranoid. His parents are the owners of a once-prosperous casino and hotel, which - until recently - was in bad danger of closing down due to lack of sufficient support and funds. Reno grew up around gamblers, and he’s become VERY fond of various games: from chess to poker to various dice games and more, Reno is a master player of many things…but he doesn’t always play fair. Hypocritically, he’s quick to call others cheats if he feels he’s losing too easily. Reno’s Unique Magic is “Bug Eyes,” which allows him to control the minds of insects and even see through their eyes. The more insects he controls at once, the more magic he has to output, which means that overuse in large doses can lead to Overblot. Being an insectoid type himself, Reno is very fond of bugs, and actually keeps an ant farm in his room, treating the ants like truly beloved pets. Underneath his surly and slightly unsettling demeanor, Reno does have a soft side…he just doesn’t always like to show it.

JAMES (Art by “The Shy Art Anon”)

Full Name: James Killian.

Source/Inspiration: Captain Hook, from Peter Pan.

Dorm: Heartslabyul.

BIO

James is the son of a teacher and a sailor, and his personality matches both. He’s fond of using nautical phrases, and knows a great deal about the ocean, sailing, and other such things. On the flip side, he’s a bit grandiloquent and scholarly, enjoying classical literature and subjects of history, in particular. He’s also skilled as a swordsman; a gifted and practiced fencer who actually carries a cane sword on him at all times. James is an attention hog of the highest order: he is ALWAYS trying to play himself up as a charismatic and grand figure, in the typical style of a swashbuckling cavalier, and has no small amount of vanity. In reality, much of this showboating hides a deep-rooted sense of insecurity, as James has always felt like nobody appreciates him, due to events that happened in his life before coming to NRC. On that note, James has an arch-rival who attends Royal Sword Academy: Matthew Satyr, a former classmate and fellow fencer who has long been a thorn in James’ side. Whenever Killian and Satyr are anywhere near each other, or when Matthew’s name gets brought up, James becomes OBSESSED and filled with passionate, vengeful anger. It is one of his many great weaknesses. James’ Unique Magic is called “Doubt & Deception”: whenever he touches someone with his left hand, he can then activate this power by snapping the fingers of the same hand. The person he has touched will then suddenly be overcome by a wave of intense, depressing emotions, and the weight of these thoughts will quite literally drag them down, forcing them to move slower, or even outright become paralyzed with despair. The insidious thing about this power is that, once James has touched somebody, he can activate it at any time…but once he uses it one time, he has to touch you again before he can use it a second time.

SMITTY (Concept Sketch by @belliesandburps.)

Full Name: Smitty McCarthy.

Source/Inspiration: Smee, from Peter Pan.

Dorm: Heartslabyul.

BIO

Smitty is James Killian’s best friend and effective partner in crime. The two have known each other for years, long before both came to Night Raven and were each sorted into Heartslabyul. Smitty is extremely loyal to James, genuinely looking up to him and wanting to help him in any way he can. He worries about his friend constantly, always trying to find ways to help James relax when he knows he’s stressed out…and less-than-secretly hoping James will someday put aside the grudge he has on Matthew Satyr. Smitty is small and sweet-tempered, very mild-mannered and occasionally a stutterer, which often causes people to underestimate him…which he really doesn’t mind, as - unlike James - Smitty has never really demanded attention nor the spotlight. He’s perfectly happy just following his friend. However, Smitty’s Unique Magic - called “Blast Them!” - is probably one of the most potently destructive of any ability: it works similarly to Bakugou’s power from MHA, as Smitty is able to create and project fiery, explosive pulses. In smaller doses, they do little more than knock opponents flat onto their backs, but they can become much more dangerous when used in rapid succession. Smitty doesn’t fully have control over his power (he’s not the best aim), which makes it all the more unpredictable when activated.

MAELSTROM (Art by @twisted-brainrot.)

Full Name: Maelstrom Baleno.

Source/Inspiration: Monstro, from Pinocchio.

Dorm: Octavinelle.

BIO

Maelstrom is a mer-whale in disguise, with a bullying, thuggish personality. He suffers from what might be called “I Am the Hype! Syndrome.” Basically, he grew up believing that he was perfect: the strongest, toughest, most powerful thing in the entire world. Something happened, however, that caused Maelstrom to rethink his own worldview…and, unable to fully cope with the realization of his fundamental weakness, he effectively snapped. Maelstrom now spends his time flaunting his powers and strength, belittling and oppressing rather than seeking to help and serve. He’s a total glutton, too, and this fact isn’t helped by his Unique Magic: “Belly of the Whale.” This ability allows Maelstrom to form a whirlpool-like suction that can drag anything (or anyone) of virtually any size into his stomach, trapping them in a sort of hammerspace type situation. Typically, victims who are swallowed by Maelstrom will not be allowed to escape his stomach unless he allows them to. Beneath this nasty exterior, however, Maelstrom does have his soft sides: he secretly has a deep love of music and art, in particular…but don’t bring that up, or you might end up his dinner.

THEODORE (Concept Sketch by @belliesandburps.)

Full Name: Theodore “Theo” Hamilton.

Source/Inspiration: Theodora the Wicked Witch of the West, from Oz the Great and Powerful.

Dorm: Diasomnia.

BIO

Theodore is a vindictive, ambitious young man who feels cheated by the world. He actually doesn’t WANT to be a part of Night Raven College, at least at first, and thus behaves in a cruel, vicious, brutal, standoffish sort of way. His temperament is highly mercurial, able to go from relatively calm and collected to cackling like a deranged lunatic almost at the drop of a hat. He’s snappy, snarly, and doesn’t like crowds. He’s also very power hungry…literally. Theodore is constantly seeking ways to increase his power levels as a mage, believing that only by gaining more power can he get what he truly wants. His Unique Magic - “Fly, My Pretties!” - allows him to summon a horde of shadowy creatures that resemble Flying Monkeys, which serve his will. Theodore is a flying ace: he’s INCREDIBLY skilled on a magic broomstick, and it’s a talent he’s extremely proud of. Once again, while he often seems quite unpleasant, Theodore does have his soft sides: for one thing, he has a massive sweet tooth, and eats perhaps too much candy and cookies for his own good…but that’s another story. There are some other OCs I have in mind for TW, but they haven’t been given workable artwork yet. Some of these characters - namely Theo and Maelstrom - haven’t even been featured in writing at all yet. Time will tell when those events occur.

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ginevrastilinski-ocs · 4 months

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Plot bunny: noi siamo leggenda

Give me my new children

My babies! Your babies! Our babies! (You have no idea how much makes me happy someone throwing in my inbox asks about some of my italian babies, you literally have no idea)

Okay so, we have 7 babies, one born after we talked about fcs btw (never had this many for a fiction Rai or generally for one of my italian fandoms lmao)

(Also, can do a little moodboard thing with every ship vibes... if you want to... 👀 I have an idea that I could do even with different couples so... 👀)

Officially meet...

Elia Amato!

Michelangelo's older brother; Nicola Ravenna's best friend; kind of a dick until it's about his brother; no seriously, he's ready to kill a man in a second to protect him. Actually, he's very white cis man vibes but I swear he gets better! Powerless baby (lmao loser) Ship TBD

FC: Lorenzo Zurzolo

Michelangelo Amato!

Elia's baby brother; this boy's anxiety has anxiety; hates crowded places and loud noises and loves music aka he's always wearing headphones in public; a sweetheart with everybody but also the loner of the school; just wished to know what people thinks about him so he could finally fit in... honey, you've got a big storm coming Mind reader. But he struggles a lot with it bc he can't control it, he just hears everybody (the range depends on how much he panicks basically) thoughts all together, unless he's touching somebody, then he hears just that person. That's the main reason why he's always wearing headphones later on btw. Jean Liberati ship

FC: Domenico Cuomo (But could change bc some news says that he might be in it for season 2, so... we'll see)

Ambra Mariano!

Shares class with Greta; from a rich family; actress daughter of actors parents; loves her parents but sometimes wishes they were a "normal" family; tiny closeted lesbian btw Illusions bc she feels like her life is a big one Lin Mei Sun ship (but might evolve in a Lin x Sara ship)

FC: Ellie Bamber

Genevieve Liberati!

Jean's older sister (always complains that everyone thinks she's the younger one); the perfect daughter aka the favourite (hates when her father picks favourites bc Jean is her favourite person in the world); too smart for her own good; somehow always finds out everyone crushes even before them; also lowkey wants to set them all and is basically Cupid lmao Already excited for when in season 2 she'll find out that her father indirectly killed her girlfriend's mother but okay Powerless baby (she's already too much powerful she doesn't need them) Lara Petrescu ship

FC: Katherine Langford

Melissa "Meli" Perez!

Marco, Massimo and Andrea bestie; form a big colombian-italian family; total sunshine girl; just wants to make her people happy Empathy through aura reading. Bc my baby totally has witchy vibes and is already the most empathetic person on Earth. Also she technically has emotions manipulation, but like, very very light. Massimo Bianchi & Marco Nenchi ship

FC: Rachel Zegler

Sylvie Badeau!

Jean's childhood friend aka comes from a rich french family; trauma walking baby (you'll want to murder her parents trust me); the sweetie of the group; no really with her the found family trope is so strong, they all would die for her (Jean can't die so he would kill for her lmao) Invisibility. Bc my girl needs a way to escape her shitty familiar life and that's the fastest way. Marco Nenchi ship

FC: Flavie Delangle

Filippo Monti!

Nicola Ravenna's best friend; highkey hates the others in his group but hangs with them bc it's "or you're one of the cool guys and an asshole oer you're bullied"; technically Nicola's age but failed one year so he's in class with all the others Clairevoyance. This is actually very tbd but I just know it fits okay. You have to trust me on this Andrea Ravenna ship

FC: Francesco Centorame

#answered #oc related ask #plot bunny game #elia amato #michelangelo amato #ambra mariano #genevieve liberati #melissa perez #sylvie badeau #filippo monti #greta's ocs madness era #randomestfandoms

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faccal · 2 years

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WIP Word Game

I got tagged for the WIP word tag by three people, so I'm going to do it all on one.

I have these words from @alidravana and @simonxriley (Hug, Rain, Secret, Safe)

I'm not sure who to tag, but I'll do @playstationmademe @luda-m-lada @satan-incarnate-666 and anyone else who would like to do it! The words are: Flower, Knife, Sword, Wound

Hug

"Logan, my soul." He says in a language Logan doesn't recognize, taking the boy's face in his hands. His eyes rake over his blond hair, his familiar hazel eyes and strong nose. He remembers her face, noticing how much like his mother Logan looks.

Keegan buries his nose in Logan's neck, breathing in deeply. "My Logan." He hugs the boy to him, smiling. "We are one again."

(also from my COD Ghosts, Keegan x Logan fic Thorns and Roses)

Rain

Darkness, all consuming, never ending. A shiver violently shakes Logan awake where he sits, gasping for breath as warm droplets of rain pelt him from above, soaking his flesh straight to his core. He chokes, cracked lips and right arm lit ablaze as the water harasses his aching form.

(from my COD Ghosts fic which I already posted on here)

Secret

“Why go behind my back, and have a child? Why hide in the shadows and avoid my gaze, when you know I shall uncover all secrets.” He glared at the seventh month woman before him. “Why?”

Her body trembled, and her lips were sealed.

“You know what will happen.” A young, collared servant, brought the King his sharpened dagger. He rose from his skeleton throne. His icy grey eyes made the poor servant collapse.

(from an old original wip, a sequel to another wip)

Safe

Arden’s eyes flutter open, taking in his warm surroundings. “Akira?” He pushes himself up, wincing as pain shoots up his right arm. “Damn.” He sets his arm in his lap, using his good one to keep him steady.

“Akira?” He tries again. Moving forward, he pushes himself off the bed. His feet hit the fur rug, and he stands there for a moment, balancing himself.

“You look well.” Arden turns to Dahlia, smiling over at him from her chair, with a book clutched in her hand.

“Where is Akira? Is he safe?" Arden steps forward, concern and fear rising in his chest.

(another snippet from my couple year old original wip, Red Rose.)

And these words from @tokillamockingbird427 (Run, Red, Shout, and Close)

Run

“There you go old girl, can’t have you dying of thirst now can I?” Maisie neighs to herself, continuing to munch on her food, which has become increasingly difficult to find.

“That run down Tractor Supply is running out of feed sweetheart. Might have to start taking longer trips.” He gazes to his old beat up Ford, a truck he’s hated since his wife first bought it, and realizes he’s also running out of gasoline.

When he had first stocked up, he had managed to get enough feed to last Maisie three months, and himself enough gas to last two, as he decided traveling wouldn’t be the best of options. Especially since everyone was dead.

(this is from a zombie wip which I no longer work on, but I couldn't find Run in any of my current wips lol.)

Red

I included some earlier bits of text for mild context

Elias relaxes slightly, finding an odd bond of trust forming between him and the older male. "Elaine, let me see Logan."

She clutches her youngest tighter. "Don't you touch my son you bastard! I won't let his kind taint him!"

A harsh slap echoes in the throne room, freezing everyone in place. Elaine sits there in shock, a red mark forming on her cheek.

(this is a future scene from my COD Ghosts/Keegan x Logan fic, Thorns and Roses.)

Shout

“No, he is not.” Arden looks back down, spotting a woman dragging a man. “Dahlia!” He cries, hoping she would hear him. She continues to drag the body towards a cart. “Akira.” Arden sheaths his dagger, and stands. “Until next time.” He tears off down the cliff, ignoring his name being shouted to the wind.

(this is from an original fic that Thorns and Roses is inspired by, called Red Rose.)

“You’re a selfish, hideous, monster! You steal life and are confused when we revolt! You’re evil!” Avo screams, allowing her eyes to well with tears. Jade cocks his gun, readying it to fire.

“Oh sweet Dove.” Matthias holds out his gloved hand. “That is in no way close to why I chose you.” He turns to Jade. “And you, my boy, why do you think you were chosen?” Jade remains silent, minus a few protesting growls.

(from another original wip of mine called AVO)

#tag game #wip tag game #simonxriley #alidravana #tokillamockingbird #unfinished wip #wips #wip stuff #wip word game

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dreamwritesimagines · 2 years

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Can you tell us a little bit more of Elias' relationship with their mother? Maybe even a HC? Because I guess we'll see Cherie interacting with her father/not father as the story progresses, but the mother is d e a d

Oooh absolutely! 😍❤

I think it was an incredibly difficult time for Elias, the whole divorce thing 💔 He was still a kid and he loved his mother so much and all of a sudden she was sent away, and he basically didn't know where or how to direct his anger 💔 And I think for a while, he really resented his father for sending her away 💔 So when he grew up and started attending school and visited her, when Cherie went to bed and it was just the two of them, Elias would turn to her and go like,

"Do you hate him?"

"Hate who, sweetheart?"

"Father."

"Elias, of course I do not hate him. Neither should you."

"But mama-"

"I understand that it's difficult, trust me. I miss you so much, more than you could ever imagine but I don't want you to have any hate in your heart."

"Why not? He deserves it."

"It would consume you alive, and it would break my heart."

#enamored hc

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questionablealibi · 11 months

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/crash, bang, crash, cat yowl, thud/

So how's it goin'?

OH IT'S SO GOOD TO BE BACK! I missed you lot so much!!

I decided to work on their redesigns first before moving on with other stuff! Nothing else changed except for some accessories and hairstyle, but other than that the rest of their design follow their first one :]

Explenations for the doodles are in tags! They're not very serious but they give a little background about the thought behind them ^^

/THUD/

What -

.. Oh yeah the serious stuff ^^;

#Yes we're ON TO THE SERIOUS STUFF NOW >:)#MORE ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND PARABLE SOON >:))#That last doodle happens post-confrontation or after O'Neil and Stanley have a heart to heart after a certain ending #And O'Neil goes physical to visit Stanley #Yes my Stanley will be referred to as ELIAS or DIMAANO (especially when interacting with other Stanleys) to avoid confusion! ^^#Can you tell ive been obsessing over noli and el fili recently #ANYWAYS about the FIRST BATCH OF DOODLES! The very top is about Stanley's resting bitch face! He's just #like that #Hes a sweetheart trust me #He just #Looks grumpy when he's idle #The bottom right with the Narrator is showing how the parable kind of has trouble rendering and loading in O'Neil's avatar sometimes #And they just get stuck in a wall or the floor or ceiling or whatever else #It's not a fun experience #The bottom left is about O'Neil and Stanley's relationship pre-confrontation!#O'Neil didn't have a physical vessel yet so he was just Conscience then #And to argue #Stanley faces the blinding windows (since they're literally barriers that separate the map and the out-of-bounds)#And starts cussing O'Neil out #Stanley argues to a window when he's pissed and O'Neil isn't physical basically /lh #[Stanley's (and O'Neil's too technically 🤭) surname - “Dimaano” - means immovable/invulnerable/invincible!#I think it best sums him (both of them) up ^^#End of ramble! Thank you for reading! I love you /p take care! <3 #tsp #tsp au #tspud au #redesign #character redesign #tsp narrator #tspud

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zaffrenotes · 3 years

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[TRR] Kairos

Kairos - Part 14

Pairing: Liam x OC Series Rating/Warnings: 18+; language; series will include ns*w 🍋 scenes Chapter Rating/Warnings: G Author’s Note: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them * Kairos (καιρός) is a word in Greek that translates to “the right time” or “the right moment to act” * Liam’s wife asks about “the one that got away” one night over dinner, and Liam recounts a relationship from his past * This is my submission for @wackydrabbles Prompt 101: Were you ever going to tell me? * Author’s Note 2: * a very late, hastily proofread update thanks to early neighborhood fireworks and turning myself into an emotional support human to my dog (who hates loud noises) * Word Count: 1377 (5 minutes reading time)

Catch up with previous chapters here

“London?!” Max exclaimed. “We were there for Fashion Week! Is that why you switched your assignment to go with me?”

“Yes,” Benigno replied. “I could have used personal leave to travel there on my own, but the timing worked out in my favor and accompanying you was less conspicuous.”

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Tears had begun to form in Max’s eyes, upon realizing she’d been in the same city as her sister.

“With respect to you Miss, no.” Benigno looked over to see Max’s chin quiver as she fought the urge to break down in front of Liam. “First I needed to see with my own eyes if it was really her, and when I saw her…she asked me to keep her whereabouts a secret, Miss Max.” He glanced over to Liam before turning to face Max again, frowning at his confession. “I’m only telling you now because you’ve put pieces together, and it’s clear King Liam cares about Miss Elia, or he wouldn’t have asked about her after all this time.”

“How were you able to track her down?” Liam inquired.

Benigno gave him a small shrug before answering. “It’s better not to know the details, but I called in a few favors.” He reached into the breast pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small silver case, opening it to pull free a blank ivory card, before slipping the case back into his pocket. “May I?” he asked, reaching forward for one of the pens on the table. Liam nodded and Benigno wrote something on the back of the card; he leaned forward when he was done and returned the pen to the table, then stretched his hand forward, presenting the card to Liam. “If she’s still in London, this was her last known address from when I saw her.”

Liam glanced down at the address before tucking it into his pants pocket, nodding with solemn appreciation. “Thank you, Mr. Santos.” He looked over to see the eager expression on Max’s face. “I know by all accounts this ought to be handled by family, but it would raise suspicions if you weren’t present with the other suitors for all of the events.” The corners of Max’s lips turned down in a pout, though she nodded in agreement. “I’ll have to look at the schedule of events to see when I could slip away unnoticed, but I thank you both for your help tonight. You have no idea how much this means to me, to even have this small bit of information.”

A muted beam of sunlight filtered through the wispy curtains, and Liam stretched his arms above his head before rolling on his side to shut off the chirping melody from the alarm on his phone. After a cursory glance at the notifications that rolled in overnight, he placed a call to room service to order breakfast and took a shower. Once he’d eaten and dressed, he left the hotel and took to the streets of London, in search of the first woman who captured his heart.

Nearly an hour later, Liam stood across the street from a row of houses. He checked the pinned location on the map on his phone, breathing deeply to calm his nerves. With only a few feet separating him from his past and possible future, he slipped the phone into his pocket and crossed the street, making his way to the front door. His heart fluttered at the sight of the knocker on the door, in the shape of a brass peacock. Taking the ring in hand, he knocked it against the plate secured to the door and waited for someone inside to answer.

He wasn’t sure what to expect when the door opened, but seeing an older woman with greying hair and tortoiseshell spectacles was not on his list. She cracked the door open just wide enough to block the entry, wary of the unscheduled visitor standing on the doorstep. “May I help you?” she asked, eyeing Liam cautiously.

“Forgive the intrusion,” Liam replied. “My name is Liam Rys, and I’m looking for Miss Young. I was told she lives here.”

“She does…I’m Mrs. George, the caretaker. Do you have an appointment?”

“No ma’am. I’m a rather old friend of hers and I’m only in town for a day between business meetings. I was hoping to say hello, possibly catch up over lunch if she’s free.”

Mrs. George set her lips in a tense, dubious line. “I’m afraid the lady of the house isn’t here at the moment, and unscheduled visitors aren’t allowed in.” She craned her neck out towards Liam. “And if you’re truly a friend of Miss Young, you’d know how much she dislikes surprise guests.”

Liam sighed, his shoulders slumping in tandem as he exhaled. “Mrs. George, this may be the only opportunity I have to speak with her for the foreseeable future. I’m not certain when I’ll be able to travel to London again, or whether she’ll be here when that time comes.”

Mrs. George scrutinized Liam’s face, then let out the tiniest gasp as she straightened her posture in the doorway. “When did you see her last?”

“It’s been three, nearly four years, give or take a few weeks.”

Mrs. George continued to study Liam’s face for a moment, then nodded to herself. “I’m not at liberty to disclose her precise location, but Miss Young spends most mornings walking through Holland Park. You’ll likely find her there at this time of day.”

Liam’s face lit up with renewed hope, and he stepped forward, shaking hands with the kind woman. “Thank you, ma’am.” He turned and walked down the short path to the gate, waving to Mrs. George as she watched him from the front window. He wondered what could have prompted her to disclose even such a general location for Elia, perhaps unaware that she’d been living under the fake name Benigno had used on the passport given to her all those years ago.

It didn’t take Liam very long to reach one edge of Holland Park, though he had no idea where to start looking for Elia. With another deep breath to calm his nerves, he decided to begin his search by walking the perimeter and slowly working his way inwards, in hopes of crossing paths with Elia.

Forty minutes and countless steps later, the only thing Liam found was a thin sheen or perspiration across his brow as he balanced walking with purpose and blending in with others meandering through the park. He was strolling along one of the paths past a playground, when he heard the familiar screeching birdcall of a peacock; he laughed to himself, recalling the reserve on Kos and the trips he’d taken there with Elia.

Liam thought he might’ve been foolish to think he could find Elia in less than a day, when she’d spent nearly two years completely under the radar. She’d taken a risk in sending money to Benigno, and she’d trusted him more than anyone to keep her secret. She’d never bothered to reach out to Liam, even before he’d gotten married; he began to doubt whether she’d even want to see him now.

He was so lost in thought that he nearly collided with a small child pointing at a peacock a few yards away. “Mama, mama! Pfau! Pfau!” Liam dodged the little boy speaking German that stopped in the middle of the path to point. He smiled as he looked down to see the boy’s excited face, then froze in shock.

“Billy! Slow down, sweetheart!”

Liam’s heart seemed to stop, hearing Billy’s mother call out behind him. He knew that voice. Throat suddenly dry, he forced a cough and dared to turn around, eyes trained on the ground, too nervous to look the mother in the eye right away. She had on a pair of nondescript black leather ballet flats, black dress pants, and a cranberry cashmere sweater set. Her obsidian hair was swept up in a purposefully messy updo. She was just as beautiful as he remembered. When he caught her eye, he grinned softly at her, and her jaw slackened enough to let her mouth fall into a perfect O.

“Liam? Is that you?”

#the royal romance fanfic #trr fanfic #choices trr fanfic #choices trr au #the royal romance au #the royal romance fanfiction #trr fanfiction #trr au #trr liam x oc #trr king liam x oc #wacky drabbles #wacky drabbles prompt #zaffrenotes writes

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nineteenninety-six · 3 years

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can I request a John piece where he and MC live in the Wild West and he’s an outlaw while she’s a notable person (sheriff’s daughter, saloon worker, etc) thank you! (:

I’ve never done an AU and I’m also a European who knows nothing about the wild west so I hope this is passable.

Wild West!AU

John eyed the town around him as he rode in on his horse, it was on the smaller side of towns but it would be suitable enough to hide away in for a week or so. He slid off his horse and tied it up before he looked around for the saloon so he could escape the harsh sun. He removed the pouch of money from the saddle of his bag and placed it in his side bag hoping it didn’t make too much noise.

He was on the run. He had pulled off a robbery that had left most of the crew dead and the ones that survived, his two brothers, had scattered with a promise to meet up at an agreed place in a few months. They had split the money but since there were only a few of them left, each of them got a large amount.

The people outside gave him curious glances but quickly returned to what they were doing, not finding him interesting which John was grateful for. He quickly made his way towards the saloon and breathed a sigh of relief when he escaped the blistering heat, the saloon was dark and dusty yet miles better than the outside.

There were a few people nursing their drinks but none of them looked at him as entered as he made his way towards the person behind the bar.

“How may I help you?”

The person turned around and gave him a sweet smile, catching him off guard. John had expected it to be a man like in every other saloon he had been in but instead, it was a young woman.

“Any rooms available?”

“Yes sir. For how long?”

“Not sure. I’ll pay as I go along” John said as he paid for the first night’s fees.

“Of course”

She gave him a tiny smile before she turned around and picked a key off a hook, she gestured him to follow her as she made her way upstairs to the rooms that rested above the saloon. She unlocked his room for him and gave him the key before she gave him one last smile and returned downstairs.

John watched her until her skirt disappeared around the corner before he entered his room. He promised himself that he would get to know her.

The next afternoon when John wandered down, the woman was back behind the bar but compared to the day before, the saloon was busy and there was a crowd of men crowded against the bar.

It wasn’t hard to guess that the reason was because of the woman and John knew that he wouldn’t be able to get a drink whilst they were all there and found a table towards the back and waited for the crowd to die down.

As soon as the beginning of the next hour chimed, the crowd left the saloon with a collective groan, and John watched them with an amused smirk. It seemed they had all rushed there on their pause from work but now they all had to work which gave John uninterrupted time with the mysterious woman behind the bar.

“You seem mighty popular” John teased as he took a seta, catching her attention

“Men see a pretty woman and lose their mind” She rolled her eyes, “I could tell one of them to rob a bank and they’ll do it”

“Now those weren’t men, they were simply boys”

“Oh? Explain the difference to me”

John leant forward on the bar, leaning on his arms and gave her a grin, “While a boy might go rob a bank simply because you told him, a man will take you along with him to rob the bank together” The woman barked out a laugh at his words, “Okay, outlaw settle down. I can’t have you tryna get me trouble now”

“Why, scared of the sheriff?”

“Hmm, something like that.” The woman changed the subject, “What can I get you?”

John ordered his drink and took a seat at the bar but continued talking to her, he still hadn’t gotten her name yet though. They weren’t alone long before the doors to the saloon swung open and a large man stepped in, he paused at the doors and looked around the room before he began to make his way over to the bar.

“(Y/N), you here?”

“Where else would I be, daddy?” The woman turned to the man with a smile.

“Elias told me about those boys hanging around her at lunch” The older man’s lip curled as he spoke, “You know I don’t trust them boys”

The woman sighed, “I know. I also know to steer clear of them”

As the man got close to the bar John could see the sheriff’s uniform he was wearing and realised with a jolt that the woman was the sheriff’s daughter and he thought back to the pouch of money that was in his room.

“Hmm,” The sheriff pursed his lips and eyed John with a little suspicion before he turned back to his daughter, “Just wanted to check up on ya. I’ll see you at dinner.”

“You’re not gonna stay for a drink?”

“Not today, sweetheart”

With that he left, the saloon doors swinging behind him.

John watched him leave and turned back to the woman behind the bar, “You’re the sheriff’s daughter”

“That’s me.” She stuck her hand out, “My name is (Y/N)”

“John” He replied as he shook it, “Excuse my forwardness but how’d the sheriff’s daughter get to be the barkeep?”

“It’s so he knows where I am, he doesn’t trust those local boys”

“But a woman bartender? I’ve never seen one before”

“No one wants to deny the sheriff with a gun and anger problems” (Y/N) laughed

John laughed along with her, “But everyone has a gun”

“Sure but not everyone’s the sheriff”

“Then I should keep my eyes and hands to myself, right?”

(Y/N) locked eyes with and gave him one of her smiles, “That’ll be smart”

That night as John laid in bed he thought about what he had learnt that day and his current predicament. He would be in deep trouble if the sheriff finds out who he was but he felt such an attraction to (Y/N) that he didn’t want to leave, especially out of the blue.

He wanted to do something stupid. He didn’t even know (Y/N) but he wanted to run away with her and introduce her to more than the shabby little town she was tied down to and he doubted that her father would let go either, judging his constant checking up on her to make sure she was where she was supposed to be and not hanging out with anyone he disapproved of.

The next day, John was back at the bar with another drink in his hand after he paid for that night’s board and the more he spoke to (Y/N) the more he realised that she wasn’t satisfied with her life in the town.

“Why don’t you leave?” He asked, curious

“My father would drag me back here if I even dared. He wants me to stay here and marry a boy he likes- which judging by his recent behaviour, is Elias”

“You don’t want to do that?”

“I want to travel” (Y/N) gushed, “I want to see everything this country has to offer and not be trapped here with a man that my father wants me to marry and my input means nothing”

John stared at her for a moment before he sprung the idea on her,

“Then run away. I’ll be leaving here soon, join me and we can explore together”

(Y/N) scoffed and rolled her eyes, “I wish”

“I’m serious” John locked eyes with her and hope she could see his sincerity

“How can we do that?” (Y/N) asked, not completely believing him.

“ I can do odd jobs, get some us money while we travel” John tried to sell the idea of her coming with him, “Think about it”

(Y/N) opened her mouth as if to argue but she closed it and nodded, “I’ll think about it”

A few days later after not hearing from (Y/N) nor seeing her, John received a knock on his door late at night and it was (Y/N).

“Can I come in?” She asked, looking over her shoulder as she spoke, looking skittish.

John opened the door wider and motioned her in. She looked around his room in mild interest before she turned him and gave up a crumpled up piece of paper,

“Explain. Now”

John unravelled it and swore underneath his breath at what he saw. It was a wanted poster with his face on it and a bounty.

“Where did you get this?”

“My father came in earlier, put some up around the saloon.” (Y/N) told him, “He didn’t recognise you from earlier” John bit his lip as he thought about this new development and tried to think ahead and make some plans.

“Did you kill someone John?” (Y/N) asked, worrying her lip, “Why are you wanted?”

John looked up at her and took her hand in his, “I didn’t kill anyone, I promise you that”

“Then why?”

“...I robbed a bank” John confessed

“So you really are an outlaw? Is that why you’re here, just to escape from the law?”

John hated the betrayed look on her face, “Yes but I do like you.”

“You still expect me to run away with you?”

“You want to leave here, don’t try to deny it. You’re bored here in this town and I can give you a life worth living”

(Y/N) still looked cautious, “You’re a criminal John”

“That won’t change” John confessed, “Look, I’m leaving here tomorrow night, make your decision by then”

(Y/N) left after that and John got to planning where he would go next, he still had a while until he needed to go to the agreed place to meet with his brothers.

The next night as he was getting his horse ready, the door to the stable creaked open and John spun around and aimed his gun at whoever it was, thinking that someone recognised him but it was only (Y/N).

She had a satchel and smaller bag in her hands.

“You make your decision?” John asked, with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

(Y/N) nodded, “Let’s go”

John took her bags and watched as she readied her own horse before they both left the stable and headed towards the main road together. Just before they left the town, John turned towards (Y/N),

“You sure you’re ready?” He asked

“Absolutely, let’s get out of here” (Y/N) said as she urged her horse to walk on

John shot her a grin and followed after her.

#john shelby x reader #john shelby imagine #john shelby imagines #John Shelby #imagines #imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders imagines #x reader

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missdawnandherdusk · 3 years

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Night Moves

Draco X Reader (college!AU)

Summary: Healing was a long process, and Draco was there to wait for you.

A/n: Do I know what this is? No, not really. It’s cute and fluffy and a warm up as I get into the habit of writing again now that the semester has been winding down. Let me know if you want more modern college stuff, because I don’t mind it one bit. I love y’all, and as always, I want to know what you think.

I paused, a call coming in from a familiar name. I answered it, pausing my work.

“Are you in bed?” His voice sounded almost excited.

“Uh... no?” I raised an eyebrow that he couldn’t see. “Just working on some stuff for class,”

“So... you haven’t showered or anything?” He pressed.

“No,” I almost laughed, leaning back in my desk chair. “I’m still presentable if that’s your question.”

“It is,” He sounded delighted. “I’ll be outside in twenty minutes.”

“For what?” I pressed on, closing my laptop. “Draco, why am I being kidnapped tonight?”

“Does it matter?” He countered and I could hear the engine of his car thrum. “Twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I chuckled. “I’ll see you then.”

Smiling, I stood from my desk, stretching. Checking the mirror to make sure that I was presentable, I concluded I would be good enough for me. Probably not Draco, but that could be his problem. Humming and straightening up around my room for the night, knowing that I wouldn’t be back until late, I leaned against my desk waiting for his call to let me know he was outside my building.

The call came and I grabbed a sweater and headed downstairs, breaking out into the crisp air of the night. He was there, of course, looking pristine as ever, leaning against his shiny sleek black car. The smile on his face was more valuable than his sports car and immaculate outfit, however. It had been a while since I had seen him smile like that.

“You’re unusually chipper,” I noted.

“My classes were canceled for tomorrow and thought you might like a break from your essays and projects,” He raised an eyebrow, opening the car door for me before rounding the car to get in himself.

“You’d be right,” I smiled, taking his passenger seat.

Stopping at a local sweet shop and picking up more than enough for the two of us, we drove the city streets, alive with night life, laughing at the ridiculousness of the outing. Pulling up to his apartment building, we crashed on his couch, on a sugar and freedom high.

Settling on the next show on our list of things to watch together, we found blankets, tea, and comfort in the soft lighting of the tv. I glimpsed over at Draco as one episode shifted to another, and in the blue light he seemed almost at peace. Like there was no weight on his shoulders anymore.

“You’re staring,” He raised an eyebrow, glancing over at me.

“Well, you’re so gosh darn pretty,” I taunted, rolling my eyes, and looking away. “Am I not allowed to look at you then?” My tone remained in jest.

“I suppose I’ll allow it,” He grinned.

“Thank you so much,” My face fell flat at his antics.

The hour grew later and our sugar high waned until my eyes had a hard time staying open all the way and I was slumped against Draco, who wasn’t faring much better than I was. My hand absentmindedly played with his, tracing random patterns on his warm skin and fidgeting with his rings.

His hand pulled from my, drawing my attention to his face, which was now closer than I had originally thought. I wasn’t afraid though. It was Draco. I trusted him more than most.

In the fog of the sugar crash, the blue light, and the late hour, a softness fell between us. Comfortable and safe. Vulnerable.

My eyes finally slipped closed as he drew nearer. But I paused.

Looking down, I pulled back fractionally. He let out the breath he was holding and backed away as well.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hopeless. “I...”

“No, I’m sorry,” his voice was soft and gentle.

“God no don’t apologize,” I almost laughed, my hands resting on his chest. “It’s not you. It’s me. I...”

“It’s him,” he answered softly. We had been friends long enough for Draco to know the pain that my past love had caused to me heart and the tears that came of it.

“Yeah,” I let out a defeated sigh. “I’m... I’m really sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize either,” he tilted my chin up so that I would meet his eyes. “What he did... whatever he did... that’s not your fault.”

“But,”

“No,” he stopped me gently.

I sat up, pulling away from him and hugged my knees. “It’s so stupid,”

“It’s not stupid.” He replied softly, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“I’m... I’m just so scared,” I confessed to the soft blankets around us. “And it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” I could hear the smile in his voice as his arm pulled me close to him. “Smartest girl there is. Knows Latin for crying out loud and here she is calling herself stupid,” Tucking me into his arms, I uncurled a bit.

“I am stupid. I was stupid I... I don’t want to screw up like that again,” Tears picked my eyes. “I don’t want to go through that again.”

“Hey,” he called softly, causing my to look up at him. “Just because he screwed up doesn’t mean you have to for the rest of your life,” a smile drew on my face. “And not that I don’t value your affection but, it’s just a kiss sweetheart. It’s not heartbreak and tears. It’s not forever. It’s just tonight.”

I nodded and wiped away my tears, resting my head on his shoulder, finding comfort in his words. He rubbed my arm softly, holding me in the quiet of the night. Quietly he pressed his lips to the crown of my head and inhaled deeply.

“Thank you, Draco,” I whispered, silent tears falling. “I know it’s not fair to you,”

“I wouldn’t say that,” He refuted. “I know you need time. I’m here to wait,”

A smile played at my lips. “You... you don’t mind? I... I know it’s a lot.”

“Even if were nothing more than friends, it’s enough for me Y/n,” He smiled down at me. “If I get to watch you rise from the ashes and become a new healed person, that’s more than I could ever ask for,”

“You really are something else Draco, you know that?” I looked up at him, laying my head on his shoulder. A deep breath. “And if you’re willing to wait, I’d love to wait with you,” A deeper thought. “Just let me make it through a year... let me try a year without him...”

“But not alone,” Draco assured, tightening his grip on me. “Let’s get you home though,”

“Is it that awkward?” I dismayed.

“No,” He laughed, and I could feel it shake through him. “But it is nearly two in the morning and I do believe you have class in the morning?”

“Are you gonna be okay driving?” I asked with genuine concern.

“Give me a little credit Y/n,” He rolled his eyes, taking the both of us to our feet. “We’ll be fine,”

“Okay...” I was still skeptical.

“You’re quiet,” He noted as we drove through the sleeping city.

“Thinking,” I replied, tearing my gaze from the twinkling lights and to him. “I... I didn’t... I haven’t been leading you on have I? Because I never meant to,”

There must have been something in my tone or in the worry on my face that made him laugh.

“No,” He clarified. “Though it would be hard for anyone near you not to fall for you in some way,”

I offered a small smile. It faded as my depressing thoughts came back.

“I’m sorry, was that too much?” He consoled softly, his voice barely audible above the hum of the car.

“I... No, I don’t think so,” I decided. “I don’t know,” I sighed, wrapping my arms around myself. “You... you know... I... I’m okay...”

“You’re okay in the moment, but afterward, when you’re alone is when it starts to hurt again,” Somehow, he always had the words that I could never find. I hummed an acknowledgement. “Just...” Now it seemed that he was at a loss for words. “Don’t stop telling me what hurts, even if it’s something I do,”

Nodding, I gave a smile.

“Thanks, Draco,”

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