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reactionsfromapenofastay · 5 years

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Stray Kids reaction to finding out that their S/O is American and a ‘02 liner

Chan:

You two were on a café date, sipping warm drinks, sharing loving kisses, and just chatting in general when you drop the facts

Without any content It just slipped out, right out of the blue

Not like you wanted to keep it a secret or anything

It just somehow happened to be that you guys had never been talking about your age, or the country you'd been born

So now that you told him, you felt a little silly

Because oh God, you guys literally knew which floor wax the other one used, or how much the other one usually sneezed in one row

But you'd never told him how old you exactly were, and which country you were from

So needless to say, you were quite embarrassed

Speaking of Chan, he was surprised, yes but it was far from the main feelings he felt

He wasn't really shaken up by the fact that you were literally five years younger than him

I mean we all know how serious Chis can be, and that he needs times when he can be mature and all

But at the same time, he's a big dork, playing and goofing around 80% of the day

And because of this he'd never really thought about your age

Of course, he'd known that you'd been younger than him since the beginning

But the age difference had never been conspicuous for him

Because when you acted like a child, and were playful, he played with you with just as much joy, and enjoyment

And when you were mature, and serious he did just the same

Age didn't really matter him, when it came to love, when it came to you

And he didn't hesitate to assure you of it, right than, and there, in that little cafeteria

The country you'd been born in...it was a whole other case

Because damn! This boy was so freaking hyped about it

Especially if you'd spoken to him in Korean before

Than he would've been astonished like

"Whaaaaaaaat?! You've been fluent in english this whole time, and you've never told me!?"

He would've maybe laughed a little in relief and said something like

"Thank God. This means I won't forget it."

If you'd spoken to him in your mother language before, he wouldn't have been that surprised but he would've been still excited and asked a bunch of questions like

"What are you eating for breaki?"

"Are guns really legal and Kinder Surprise banned?"

"Have you ever met Brad Pitt?"

"So how is this Thanksgiving thing going there?"

Because he loves visiting new places, and learning about new cultures

So be prepared for a LOT of questions

Woojin:

Okay, so let's just pretend we are in 2020-21 or so

Because honestly, I don't think he'd want more than friendship from an under-aged person, even if he liked them or something

Your age were something he knew from the start

For the example, because you two had been close friends before you actually got together

Or because he asked you on the first date, or when you guys first met

It's just something he really needed to know

And when you told him he was relieved

"Oh thank God, you're not ten years younger than me. I don't know what I would do, if you were."

But also tensed up a little bit

Because your five years minus meant that he was responsible for your health, your well being, your studies, your money, your pets and your whole being altogether

At least this is how he saw the things

Because you were still a baby in his eyes

Not like a child, he didn't treat you like one

But like a baby, who can break in two, or get hurt easily

And if something had happened to you, he would've never forgive himself, believe me

( So please take a good care of yourself, for his sake at least)

Sometimes you needed to remind him that you were not his little sister

And he would've learnt, and let you look after yourself time to time

However, he would've still felt extremely guilty and upset if something had happened to you

In times, like this, he needed your comfort more than anything

He needed to know that you didn't blame him at all

He would make the bestest mental support team, fight me

You'd always known that you could lean on him

Also, being American meant that you had a lot of knowledge of another country, which made him curious

He understands English better than how he speaks it

So I think besides that it would be a good chance to improve his skills

He would listen to you, and then answer in Korean, or gesticulate it to you, if you didn't understand the language well

Which usually caused you two burst into laughter

Minho:

You were walking out of the bathroom, feeling clean and fresh, your hair tied up in a bun and the sleeves of your pajamas slightly wet

“Just a typical, Tuesday night”; you thought, making your way into your bedroom that you that you shared with a boy, and three cats

But as soon as you entered the place, you immediately realized that this evening was not about to be a typical one

Because Minho, your entierly perfect boyfriend, looked more familiar with a ghost, than a human right now

He sat on the edge of the bed, with one leg hanging in the air, the other one crossed underneath it

He leaned forward, his back making a bow, and he stared at the thing in his hands, which happened to be your phone

He didn’t blink

He didn’t move at all

And this was the thing that scared you the most

“Minho sweety...? Are you okay...?” you asked hesitatingly, still standing in the door-frame, not sure whether you should take a step forward, or not

The boy in front of you lift his head up SLOWLY, still not blinking though, and it seemed like his mind was not really there with you

“Why is your cousin wishing you a happy 17th birthday?” - he asked, his voice blunt

“Maybe, because he forgot that it’s going to be next week...?”

“No. Why is he wishing you a happy SEVENTEENTH birthday?” - you became more confused with every second that passed

“Because this is going to be my 17th birthday?” - you asked carefully. - “Are you sure you’re fine?”

“17th...17th...17th...” - was all he was able to say, and it took him at least an hour to process the new informations

But when he did, he became all soft in a second

Like I can feel him, protecting you, and treating you the way he’s protecting, and treating his cats

With all of his strength and love

He hadn’t had any problem, or difficulty with the age difference between you before

And he wasn’t going to have one now

He was a 4D boy, but he could get serious when it was needed, so it really didn’t take any effort for him, to get on you well

And when you informed him that you were American, he almost fainted in excitement (because he forgot to breath lol)

He was all around you, telling you about his thoughts and experiences of America

And asking you questions

He also phoned your parents, asking them if it was okay for you to visit

Let’s just say, you had to start packing in an instant

Changbin:

Another one who’d known your age from the start

And oh boy, did he take advantage of it

He loved to be the one in the role

And he loved playing around, and teasing you about your age

Sometimes running up to you, and taking something, for the example a hair tie from you, saying

“Oh noooo baby, that’s too heavy for you! Let me carry it.”

Or changing channels during a kiss scene explaining his act with the line:

“My baby can’t watch mature content.” - and he looked at you with puppy eyes, as he said it in a high pitched voice

Oh how much could it drive you crazy...

But you couldn’t hate him for it, because he teased you in such an adorable, loving way

To tell the truth he wanted to show you how much he cared, he wanted to spoil you with all of his love and affection

But his pride was too big sometimes, so he kept hiding his feelings behind teasing you

Don’t worry though, he’d never babied you for real

He let you make decisions, because he knew that you could take the responsibilities, and deal with the consequences whether they were good or bad

But any time you did something maturely, or tried to lead things on your own, he went like

“Omo! Am I not supposed to be the older one?” - and poked your side jokingly

But as much as he loved to be in control, you being the dominant one was a HUGE turn on for him

(Not in a nasty way, I’m a soft stan khmmm... )

It was more like...him being filled with pride towards you, and feeling the urge to boast about you to everyone in near

Like you did something, for the example won a competition, or spoke up for someone, and he immediately went like

“Hey, hey! Can you see her? Her, right there with the beautiful eyes! Yes! Did you see what she did? Amazing right? And she’s mine! My girl!”

The fact that you were American could amaze him within a second

Like, you could get him off his feet with it

Melting his heart with your English speaking

I can see him being all soft, and drift away in the way you speak, at the point where he couldn’t even tell what you’d been talking about before

“Binnie? Did you even hear a word I said?”

“Sorry baby, what?”

And you just rolled your eyes, but couldn’t manage to hide your smile

Because he was like a little child, he literally drank up your words

Hyunjin:

You guys were in a water park, and you were beyond excited

Because one, it was your first date out of the city with Hyunjin

Because two, he promised you that he was going to teach you how to swim which you’d been eager to learn for a while now

And of course you got the chance to see Hwang Hyunjin without his shirt on…I

meeeaaaaaann…you get me, right?

So there you were, standing in the queue with a familiar tightness in your stomach as the sign of excitement and a little bit of nervousness

And that’s when Hyunjin saw it

You needed to show your ID card for paying, which got your birth date on it

Hyunjin didn’t say anything, he just let his angelic smile spread across his face, ear to ear

He’d always treated you like a princess, a princess of his, but this fact made you even cuter, and more adorable in his eyes

He hadn’t been able to tell that you’d been younger he had to admit that

He’d always got on with you so well, there had never been akwardness or any kind of uncomfortable feeling in your relationship with each other

You didn’t realize that he noticed at first though

But the tiniest things…that was what you noticed, slowly, day by day

Hyunjin’d always been a boyfriend material, taking care of you, comforting you, protecting you when you needed it

But also gave you space to deal with things on your own

But after getting this knowledge he somehow became even more thoughtful towards you, and even sweeter

Which you didn’t really know how was possible

But he somehow managed to do it

His affection manifested sometimes in the tiniest ways but it made you feel so loved and warm

You started to get little notes with sweet messages and cute drawings whenever you had an exam, or had something in your life which made you extremely stressed

This boy made sure you didn’t overwork yourself and that you had an at least 8 hour sleeping session every day

And he packed an extra bottle of water and some junk food for you every day

And if you hadn’t finish them by the end of the day, he would’ve made the saddest, and the most upset face possible

Which would’ve instantly caused you eating, or drinking up the leftovers

When he learned that you were American, he got sooooooo excited

He’d lived in Las Vegas for a while, so he had some experiences, and a bunch of topics to talk about

Like food, society, culture, transport

Places he’d used to go

His English had never been bad, but it got to improve a lot by you

And he was so thankful for it

Because not only could he communicate with you better

But he also got the chance to talk with international fans easier

But as much as he loved to speak with you in English

He also helped you with Korean, being happier than ever to be able to do something for you

Jisung:

When you told Jisung that you were a ‘02 liner, you didn’t really think that much of it

Like it was just a number, a fact about you

Oh but Jisung did

First of all because he’d somehow thought that you were older than him

Not with ages, but definitely older

You’d always been so mature

Not that you couldn’t have fun, because you definitely could

With Jisung it was a common thing

But you had so “complicated” thoughts about serious things

You used your words so wisely

Let’s just say, you were intelligent and well educated

Jisung just couldn’t think about you as someone younger

He even called you Noona sometimes

“What do you mean you’re younger than me, Noona?” - he asked wide eyed when you told him

You couldn’t help, but laugh

You didn’t changed in his eyes though

He loved you, and appriciated you just as much as before

The only thing that changed, that he got worried more, and easier about you

And he started to look after you more careful

Not in an annoying way

He didn’t coo whenever you breathed, and he didn’t follow you everywhere

But he made sure that you were okay, that you had everything you wanted

It didn’t matter what it was

If you wanted a hug, you got it

If you wanted kisses, you got it

If you wanted him to rap you to sleep...well...you got it

He talked with you about America A LOT

And he also liked to challenge himself in English

This caused a lot of funny situations

Especially when he was struggling with words, and didn’t know how to express himself

But he got better as days went by

And when he first helped a tourist to find the square they were looking for, you couldn’t be prouder of him

It didn’t take more than five minutes and the whole Entertainment knew about what he just did

Felix:

You were in the kitchen, pacing from one counter to the other, your hands full with cooking stuffs, your phone stucked between your ear and your shoulder

You’d wanted to cook something for days now, and since you were both pretty sweet toothed with your boyfriend, you’d thought that you’d could make something together

And this was totally fine, but knowing you two, the chances of a fire, a food fight, and a disaster were equally high, so you tried to get the most important things in the kitchen escaped with all your strength

And you were doing fine so far, but holding your phone with your shoulder started to get kind of uncomfortable, so you got into action

“Sorry y/f/n, can I put you on the speaker? My hands are kind of full right now.” - you said in your mother language, since your friend who you were talking to, was also from America

“Of course.” - she said laughing as well, and you let out a relieved sigh, as you somehow managed to push the right button, and put your mobile on the desktop, as you kept searching for the things you needed.

“What are you doing, though?”

“I’m trying to find the sugar. We’re gonna make something really sweet and unhealthy with my boyfriend.” - you explained and you opened the fridge, and also closing it, remembering that the sugar was usually not there.

“Or something really burned.” - your friend’s laugh filled the room, and you giggled along with her.

“You’re probably right.” - you agreed.

“Back to your boyfriend.” - you rolled your eyes, smiling. Your friends kept asking you about him, but you couldn’t say too much, since the relationship of you two, had been not known by the public yet.

“You’re always so secretive. I don’t even know his name.” - you turned around, looking for a bowl now. And that was when you saw him, standing in the kitchen door, like he’d been glued there.

“Or how he looks like.”

“How he looks like?” - you grinned widely, looking straight into Felix’s wide eyes.

“He has big, beautiful, deep brown eyes.” - you got raptures over your boyfriend’s visuals.

“Long, blonde hair. Not extremely long though.”- you explained.

“Rather the ‘I can run my fingers through it’ kind of long.” - you heard as your friend inhaled sharply on the other side of the line.

“His skin is flawless, he has freckles, his nose is literally the cutest, he has full lips, and the sweetest smile in the entire universe.”

“Okay, stop!” - your friend laughed.

“Stop, or else I have to go there, and steal him.”

“I’m sorry but I think I’m gonna keep him” - you giggled softly.

“Actually he’s standing right here, and it looks like I managed to shook him, soo...”

“Okay, I’ll call you back later.” - your friend got your hint in a second, and after a sweet bye, she hung up the phone.

And that was when you looked at Felix more carefully, and what you saw had stolen your breath away for a second.

The boy was slightly but sternly trembling from head to toe, tears welled up in his eyes - probably thanks to your little rambling about him- his mouth hung open, and he got this lost puppy face which instantly caused you to go in awe. You really had shooked him.

“You...you...” - he tried to say, but his own throat failed him, when his voice cracked. And that was more than enough for you to run up to him, close him in your arms tightly, and cover his face in kisses.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry!” - you said feeling a little guilty, but not really knowing why.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry.” - you whispered in his neck, and you pressed a light kiss, on the soft skin. He shivered. You were still speaking in English but you didn’t even notice at this point

“No...I...” - his low voice gave you goosebumps. “YOU CAN SPEAK ENGLISH!?” - he yelled as the realization hit him. His voice was not angry at all, rather extremely surprised. But the sudden outburst still caused you to flinch back a little. And when he saw this, his tone of voice immediately softened.

“Oh my Gosh, sorry.” - he said, also in English, and you melted back into his arms.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just...” - he frowned, still struggling with words. “How can you speak English do well...?” - you chukled a little, smiling up at him.

“I’m American.”

“YOU’RE A WHAT?!” - you flinched again. “Oh...sorry...I don’t...I’m...I just...I...” - he mumbled out, trying to make an understandable sentence, but failing continuously.You’d watched him for a few seconds before started laughing. He joined you too, not finding any other way to express his feelings. You laughed along with each other, as you grabbed his hand and dragged towards the couch. You were about to get into a really interesting conversation.

Oh my God, he loved it soooo much that you were younger than him

Not just because he found it extremely cute, but a significant other, who was close to him in age could make him so so soooo happy

You were his best friend, his cuddle buddy, the love of his life, the one he sent memes to at 3am

Every second you spent with him was filled with laughter and joy

You guys were always playing around, teasing each other, sometimes pranking the older ones

And now that he figured out that you coukd speak English too, the storehouse of pranks and jokes opened up to him, to both of you.

Seungmin:

He is a mature one, more than most of them in his age

And if you were the same, he would have no problems with your age at all

He wasn’t really surprised when you told him, since the difference wasn’t that big between you two

And you didn’t really look older, nor younger than your age

So it was kind of expected

The bestest in mental support #2

Probably thanks to his mature self

But he would’ve always listened to you carefully, and always understood you

And if not, he would’ve tried everything in his power, to understand what you’d been going through

You could lean on him whenever you wanted, or needed to

His humor was sometimes interesting, you had to admit that

But it was utterly cute, and it always made you laugh

Actually it was one of his main goals in life

To make you laugh

He gave you wonderful, and useful advices

Sometimes when you didn’t want to get one

But at the end of the day you were always happy that he’d told you what’d been in his mind

Because it’d made you prevent bunch of difficulties, stress, and hard times

When you told you which your home country was he got really excited, but a little bit nervous too

He was really good in English so he was excited to speak with you in your mother language

But he a was a little bit afraid at the same time, of what you was going to think about his English

But you were amazed

And assured him, that his English was totally fine

Jeongin:

You were in the middle of a tickle fight when it slipped out

You were lying on the couch, your back making contact with the soft material

You laughed so hard, you could barely breath, your neck arched, your hair was a literal mess, and you automatically brought your knees up to your chest, trying to defend as much of your body as possible

But it was useless

Jeongin, who was on his knees, leaning above you, held both of your hands tightly with one of his, while the other one found a way to your sides, poking and tickling it continuously

“Noooo...nohoohhoo...” - you laughed-screamed out desperately, but the only answer you got was a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

Your head fell back as you tried to think of a way to make him stop your torture, and this was the moment when the thought came into your mind.

“Stop hurting the younger one!” - you shouted between your giggles, and he immediately stopped.

Like...immediately.

He sat back on his heels, arms moving away, his eyes widening, his face fell.

You breathed out as you sat up too, gasping for air

“You’re younger than me...?” - he asked, not wanting to believe his ears.

You nodded.

“With...?”

“With a year.”

Poor boy was shocked. He was so used to being younger than almost everyone, he froze in place for a few seconds, not being sure what to do

But when it clicked, and the realization finally hit him, he leaned forward and carefully pulled you close to his chest, a firm blush forming on his cheeks

It was a strange feeling, but a good one, as an unfamiliar warmth, protectiveness, and pride washed over him

You hugged him back, even though you weren’t quite sure what’d just happened

“I’m older than you.” - he whispered in your ears, and you frowned.

“I’m older than you!” - he pushed you back a little, so he could look into your eyes, as he said it again, a little bit louder this time.

And he got up.

And he ran away.

And then he came back with random stuffs.

“I bought you food.”

“But we just had lunch...”

“I bought you medicine.”

“But I’m not even sick...”

“I bought you a puppy! Here!” - and you looked at the tiny, fluffy pup, who was squirming in your lap now.

“But I...”

“Shut up, I’m older than you.”

He showered you with love and affection

In his shy way of course

But he did

He felt responsible of you, even when you told him that he didn’t have to

He wanted to take care of you, protect you and make you happy

(Please love him with all of your heart, he deserves it so damn much)

If you’d could speak Korean he would’ve been relieved

But to him English was also a challenge

And he would definitely ask you to bring him to your hometown, and show him around

This took me a little while but I hope you like it! :3 Have a wonderful day with a lot of smiles! :D

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riddledeep · 4 years

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Poof’s Full Character Profile

Full disclosure / Soft spoilers / Your mileage may vary

[SORRY AGAIN I thought I cleared my queue but I guess not? Will finish later]

OVERVIEW

Full Name: Poof Nebula Fairywinkle-Cosma

Title(s): Youngest fairy in the universe (Temporarily) / Foop’s counterpart / The Red Ninja

Preferred Form of Address: Poof

Alternate Forms of Address: Fairy-Poof / Poof Prime / Puffball / Poofy / Poofster / Mr. Popular

Born: Winter of the Frozen Planet

Zodiac: Soil

Birthday: Third Monday of February (February 18th, 2008)

Hometown: Dimmsdale, California; USA (Later Petropolis, CA; USA)

Secondary Hometown: Faeheim, Central Star Region - Fairy World’s capital city, near the Big Wand

Came Into Adult Wings: 143,555 (Earlier than average)

Age During Frozen Timestream: Mentally 1-10

Age As of “Live For the Moment”: 147,425 (Mentally 13)

Age As of Devil’s Backbone: 163,254 (Mentally 14)

Race: Fae (Seelie Court)

Species: Fairy

Ethnicity: Mostly common fairy (Faedivus fae); ¼ will o’ the wisp (Faedivus lepidoptera); ⅛ brownie (Faedivus mundus)

Nationality: Ildáthachian (Obtained at birth); recognized as Jakokërian in Twilight Point (Hawthorn Haven)

Patron Insect: Orthemis ferruginea (Roseate skimmer dragonfly)

Mindset: Gyne (Subordinate)

Alpha Retinue Drone: N/A (See Prompt 129, “Happy Holidays”)

Previous Alpha Drones: N/A

Pheromones: Switched into maturity after pairing with Goldie in the Year of the Dancing Sunset

Counterparts: Poof/Foop (Equal core sync) > Poppy

Core: Searchlight

Core Color: Yellow

Core Trait: Vengeance-seeking

Anti-Fairy: Scientist, loner, and patient planner

Fairy Refract: Anime-obsessed pop diva wannabe

Stats:

Power: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Endurance: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Wisdom: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Adaptability: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Charisma: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Openness: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Conscientiousness: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Neuroticism: Below Average | Average | Above Average

Crown Lift: ~9 cm

Breathing Lines: Triple fishtail braid

Fagiggly Color: Purple

Preferred Shapeshifting Form: Cougar

Signature Tactic: _Name - _Description

Wand Type: Kitnut

Family: High status and wealthy (Whimsifinado)_

Creed: _ - “_”

Caretaker Spirit: His Glory Twryth (The wild hog)_

Permanent Residence: 123 Fishbowl Lane, Fairy World

Lives in the school dorms for much of the year - Rooms with Foop, Sammy Sweetsparkle, and Finley Hammerfall

Occasionally stays with his parents when they’re on the job.

Occupation: Student; celebrity kid since birth; on-campus repairman

BACKGROUND

Self-Perception: _

Alignment: _

MBTI: _

Deadly Sin: Pride

Heavenly Virtue: Kindness

Love Language: Quality time

Reinforcers: _

Personality: _

Despite only spending his first 1,000 years outside of Fairy World, which isn’t much by Fairy standards, Poof is aware there are gaps in his experiences with Fairy culture and is constantly paranoid about him. He often compares himself to his peers and feels they’re all smarter than him.

Education: _

Spellementary School: _

Middle School: _Did well academically? Poorly? Sports?

High School: _

Further Education: _

Favorite Magic Subject: _

Least Favorite Magic Subject: _

Favorite Non-Magic Subject: _

Least Favorite Non-Magic Subject: _

History: _

Notable Likes:

Goals:

Beliefs:

Fears:

Upsets:

Comforts: _

Indulgences: _

EXTERNAL

Verbal Notes: _

Language: _

Physical Notes: _

Handedness: Right-handed

Body Language: _

Hair: _

Teeth: _

Wings: _

Gyne Freckles: _Average dusting on face and throat, light dusting on back of shoulders, heavy dusting on upper arms.

Scars: _

Tattoos: _

Style: Relaxed, with a preference for style over comfort. His hair is wild and scraggly, and he usually ties it in a low ponytail. Since Cosmo was designed with the 1950s in mind, Poof was designed with the 1970s in mind; specifically, some inspiration was drawn from beat and hippie stereotypes.

Regular Clothing: Sleeveless yellow shirt, black pants, and untied shoes. His green jacket is the Carl Poofypants equivalent of a letter jacket, so he only got it after lettering in saucerbee.

Casual Clothing: Poof also owns a lightweight striped purple hoodie- emphasis on lightweight, as it is not very baggy or warm. He still loves wearing his headband even when dressing casually, as it’s his signature accessory.

Preening Clothing: _

Nightwear: _ Unsurprisingly, Poof doesn’t wear his headband to sleep.

Ceremonial Clothing: _

Other: _

Height: _4′1″ (Tall for a fae)

Hygiene: _

Morning Schedule: _

Typical Day Schedule: _

Evening Schedule: _

Sleep Schedule: _

PERSONAL

Relationship Status:

He’s preen-repulsed; he’s willing to go through with preening to please a partner, but still thinks the whole concept is squick-inducing.

Ideal Relationship: Poof is a very physical person. He loves cuddles and hugs all his friends regularly (though gives Foop a wide berth). He’ll usually kiss your cheek when he arrives or leaves unless he knows you’d rather he didn’t. He wouldn’t do well with a partner who feels uncomfortable about how physical he gets, or who is uncomfortable with PDA. He meshes well with Goldie because she has no problem expressing affection in public, and also no problem with him hugging other people.

Poof grew up comparing himself to humans in the media, and despite his time in Fairy World, he still clings to ideals he imprinted on long ago. Those ideals have changed over time across many years (most obviously when Dimmsdale was wiped out and Petropolis was built on its remains), but he’ll fall for most of the movie clichés he grew up watching.

Sexuality: Romantically and sexually attracted to Seelie Courters

Attractiveness: Poof is considered quite attractive by Fairy standards... perhaps more than his fair share. He’s well-built, coated in freckles, has a crown that floats quite high above his head, charming, and popular both in and outside of school. It’s this attractiveness that really helps change Fairy World’s negative views of luz mala (magical beings brought into existence through magical means, like wishes) as he grows up; Poof's natural magic may be highly unstable and far too easily affected by his emotions, but he isn’t dangerous! He’s the sweetest, most ruggedly handsome pretty-boy type you’ll ever meet.

Poof is far less attractive in Anti-Fairy society. He’s widely regarded as a bumbling fool who’s only made it so far in his schooling because Foop’s been carrying his lazy, forgetful butt. Anti-Fairies value brain over brawn, so being the son of the infamous Cosmo Cosma, the grandson of Big Daddy, and captain of his school’s saucerbee team on top of being a massive goody-two-shoes doesn’t exactly catch an Anti-Fairy’s interest. In Pixie society, Poof isn’t considered particularly attractive either, but he isn’t considered unattractive. He’s respected for his strength, though his lack of organizational skills are a major turn-off.

Where drones are concerned, Poof is averagely attractive as a gyne. His subordinate nature makes him no one’s go-to, but his roles as saucerbee team captain, one of the most popular kids in school, and a celebrity since he was born do score him a fair amount of points. Physically his looks are intriguing so occasionally he gets lingering glances, but drones tend to favor his roommate Finley if they’re looking for someone to hang around.

Intimate History: Considers his first sexual experience to be with Goldie, whom he dated for most of her life, while they were both still young. Poof has extremely uncertain feelings about the whole thing because he was pretty high on peppermint at the time and can’t remember if he consented to taking things as far as they went. He loves Goldie and doesn’t want to believe she would hurt him, and blames himself for being too stupid to hold onto his memories.

The two had a messy conflict afterwards, followed by a long period of abstaining from intimate relations. They’ve continued flirting, dating, and kissing despite this. Even so, tensions run high between them. Neither truly wants to leave the other, but Goldie knows she inadvertently hurt Poof and Poof feels terrible for being distant with her. They’re working through a lot of things right now as they try to apologize and make things work.

Turn-Ons: _

One gyne stereotype is that they’re into boys who fit the soft, cute cliché. Poof doesn’t go for all the small cute guys he’s expected to, but he does go for soft and nice.

Father: Cosmo Julius Cosma

Grandfather: Robin Cosma Sr.

Grandmother: Florensa Cosma (née Lunifly)

Uncle: Robin “Anti-Schnozmo” Cosma Jr.

Notable Ancestors: Ky Braddocki (The first brownie); distantly related to the von Strangle family

Mother: Wanda Venus Fairywinkle

Grandfather: Dusty Fairywinkle

Grandmother: Kylia Swiftspark

Aunts: Wendy “Blonda” Fairywinkle

Notable Ancestors: Ilisa Maddington (The first will o’ the wisp)

Brother: Dusty Smoky Fairywinkle-Cosma

Met at age 1,007

Godbrother: Timothy Tiberius Turner

Met February 18th, “2008”

Godsister: Chloe Carmichael

Met May 8th, 2004

Pets: Sparky

Met March 8th, 2003

Sparky stayed behind when Timmy and his godfamily parted ways, but when Timmy “outgrew him” so to speak, Cosmo and Wanda took him in.

Girlfriend: Marigold “Goldie” Kelsia Goldenglow

Met _

Current Love Interest: Goldie Goldenglow

Other Important Relationships: He considers Foop’s alternate personality (Hiccup) to be his cousin, but they have a rocky relationship. He’s on good terms with Goldie’s counterpart, Anti-Marigold, although he considers her to be on the fringes of his friend group.

TRIVIA

Sometimes teased by his classmates for “breathing like a pixie” due to his triple fishtail lines; H.P. is the one who gave those to him.

There’s a lot of gossip among Fairies about his lack of additional core color layers, including speculation that he may be adopted, he may be illegitimate, or he may have been a godkid who was turned into a fairy (See also, “Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Pixies”).

Poof is typically associated with animal imagery while Foop is associated with plants.

Likes to build things. Tinkers and welds when nervous.

Fan of human culture, history, and movies.

Interested in acting; can throw his voice.

Went through speech therapy in his younger years.

Never quite outgrew his fear of the dark.

Terrible at communicating when plans change.

He’s a kinesthetic learner.

Guilt eats him alive and he can only hide things for a limited time. Very bad liar.

Struggles to empathize with those he doesn’t like.

If he doesn’t like you, he’ll straight-up avoid you as much as possible.

Flies everywhere; almost never walks.

Never ties his shoes.

Despite the fact that he and Chloe are both good, cheerful people, the two tend to rub each other the wrong way; Chloe is a loud and enthusiastic go-getter while Poof is quiet and laid-back. Against all odds, she gets along better with Foop.

APPEARANCES

Riddleverse Classic Timeline: Identity Theft > “Bells On Bats’ Tails” > Along the Cherry Lane > “Whenever Possible” > “Let’s Speak Vatajasa” > Hawthorn Haven > Devil’s Backbone

130 Prompts Timeline: “Open Your Eyes” > “Make You Proud” > “Second Chance” > “Teaming Up” > “Evolution Hopeful” > “This Is a Box” > “Take a Break” > “Frozen” > “Unwelcome” > “Tools of the Trade” > “Opinion” > “Live For the Moment” > “Watch and Learn” > “Temptation” > “Repeat” > “All I Ever Wanted” > “Flying” > “Revenge” > “Prisoner” > “Forever”

AU Appearances:

Dust to Dust

#RD Poof #RD canon characters #RD character ref #RD profiles

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Princess | Finn Shelby

Ooh! Request for Finn Shelby’s wedding day? He’s marrying this totally girly posh girl and his family, particularly the boys, are totally baffled and think it’s a match made to fail. But Polly’s like nah, she’s a good oke for Finn. And maybe the girls dad makes a scene at the party and drunkenly says “oh you’re not good for my daughter” and she frickin grabs him and makes him leave all by herself? And the boys are lie “oh THATS why”

Princess | Finn Shelby

Finn stood at the front of the church, boutonnière in his lapel as he tried to calm his breathing. His hands felt clammy when he clenched his fists and he was sure that he was sweating. He tried to focus on something to distract him, his eyes wandering to the door of the chapel. Ruby kept peeking her head through the crack in the door and he watched as Charlie pulled the littlest Shelby back. Their antics didn't work to unnerve Finn, instead it only reminded him that you were behind that door as well, waiting for the queue to walk down the aisle.

He'd been round for a family meeting the night before the wedding and it had gone the same way it always did. At least since he told them of his plans to marry you. For most of his family, aside from Polly and Ada, this would be the first time they'd met you. Before this his brothers and his cousin had only heard of the young woman that he was to marry. He'd met you in Birmingham, you were on holiday from London with your older sister, both wealthy socialites, related to the crown, and you'd taken a shine to Finn. When he'd told his family about marrying you Arthur had nearly lost it.

"You want to do what?" Arthur had cackled, "for the love of God Finn, find yourself a nice Brummie girl and settle on it."

"Now Arthur," even Polly had seemed sceptical of the union at first, "let's hear him out. How'd you meet this girl?"

"She was on holiday..." Finn shrugged. "We been keeping up correspondence since she left."

"Keeping up correspondence? Hell Finn you can't hardly read!" Arthur replied.

"Yeah Lizzie's been sorting out the letters for me."

"Finn-" Tommy began but was cut off by Arthur.

"She's the fucking king's niece Finn? The king, of fucking England. You realize who the hell you're marrying?" Arthur commented, "not some tart from out of town but a fucking member of the royal family!"

"Listen, I know all this Arthur. And I know what you're gonna say Tommy so save your breath. We met last year, we get on, I been up to see her plenty a times. Met her mum, met her whole family. It's settled. Yeah?" Finn snapped.

"So where's this wedding then?" Tommy asked.

"The weddings at the private chapel..." Finn trailed off, glaring at Arthur.

"Private chapel where?" Ada teased, finally speaking up.

"Buckingham Palace."

"Buckingham Palace? You hear that Pol? Get your fucking best on Finn's snagged himself a piece of royalty. You remember us here mucking in the dirt when you got your feet up yeah?"

"Shut the fuck up Arthur!" Finn shouted, stepping right up to Arthur, "you wanna fucking talk big then don't come. I don’t need any a you there if you're gonna be this fucking judgemental about it!"

"Finn-" Polly started to say as her youngest nephew headed for the door.

"And she wants the kids in the wedding party!" Finn shouted as he walked out.

"The fucking princess of England?" Ada asked, "And Finn?"

In the weeks leading up to the wedding Polly and Ada had gone to London to stay with you. It was clear to both women, once they met you, why the youngest Shelby brother had been so keen on marrying you. As she sat in the first pew Polly looked across the aisle, her eyes catching Finn's and she smiled at him. Just over his shoulder the King sat with his wife and Polly thought she must've entered some odd dream state to be in this predicament.

"This would be good for business." Tommy commented, leaning over to his aunt.

"No business talk at weddings Thomas."

"He's right." Arthur stated. "Have her be useful for something."

"She's plenty useful and it's got nothing to do with family ties." Polly replied.

"Don't need any more children in the family." Arthur replied.

"I will cut you Arthur Shelby. Now shut your mouth." Polly hissed just as the doors opened.

Everyone stood, ready to welcome you into the church when there was a shout from the vestibule. Finn moved to look down the aisle, trying to see better. When the sound of shattering glass carried through the church he hurried to the doors, Arthur and Tommy following him, guns out.

"Oh my god! He has a gun with him!" Someone shouted.

"Professional hazard ma'am," Ada apologized, turning back to see who she'd address, "I mean, queen mum." She ran down the aisle with Polly, coming into the vestibule to find you standing there with your father. Esme, who had unexpectedly accepted the invitation to her brother-in-law's wedding, stood guarding the children with Lizzie.

"Now listen darling, I'm not walking you down that aisle to marry some...some...gangster!" Your father exclaimed, standing over the puddle of spilled whiskey, holding half a broken bottle in his hand.

"You're embarrassing me please." You stressed. "Finn isn't...well, well I love him and I'm marrying him."

"I won't allow it!" Your father waved the bottle at you.

"Whoa!" Finn stepped forward, trying to grab the bottle from your father.

"Finn!" Arthur grabbed his brother's jacket.

It a moment it seemed a fight had broken out, three Shelby's against a Duke and his guards. Polly had closed the church doors again so that no one could see what was going on. You watched Finn's older brothers try to get the bottle from your father as two of his guards grabbed them, hauling them away. He swung at Finn, cutting your fiance's cheek and kicking you into action.

"Alright!" You shouted, "Stop!" When no one listened you shouted again, "I said fucking stop!"

"Darling," Your father began.

"You, give me that fucking bottle and get the hell out! You say he's horrible but here you are, making a mockery of my day. Your fucking brother-in-law is in there knowing what a right ass his sister has married. You are a disgrace of a father today and I want nothing to do with you." You turned on the guards, "get the fuck off my fiance's family."

Your father reached for you again and you waved his hand away. "You want a job," you asked the guards, "get him the hell out of here."

"Well shit, Finn." Arthur said, letting out a laugh as he brushed his hair back. "She's not a rich tart after all."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." You laughed.

"Let's go boys," Polly ushered them to the door. "We'll see you out there?"

"Yes." You nodded.

Once they were through the doors you turned to Finn, who was still standing in the vestibule with you, cut on his cheek. "Oh!" You exclaimed, looking down at yourself, "you can't see me in this!"

"Well I already have."

"Yes but it's bad luck Finn,"

"I think the bad luck is behind us." He joked, kissing you on the cheek.

"I'll see you at the alter."

Just before he slipped through the door he turned to look at you, "come marry me princess."

I’ve been thinking about the Royal Wedding too much.

tagged: @thinkingsofamadwoman @danceyreagan @breathlesssouls @listensweettea

#finn shelby x reader #finn shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #collecting stories imagine

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odderancyart · 5 years

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A Few Days of Late Autumn

Happy Birthday, @kyuko-chan!!!

Here’s some Blackcherry High School AU!

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26 October

We got a new classmate today. The entire school buzzed with the news this morning as gossip spread through the hallways. According to them, he had been expelled from the Royal Academy, which obviously means he must be rich as fuck: the Royal Academy is only for the absolute elite, after all. The children of politicians, CEOs, nobility.

Early this morning, while the sun still was low on the sky, I sat in my chair in the classroom – clad in high-heeled black boots, which I had polished until they basically shimmered in the light from the lamps, black and white striped jeans, and my hot pink turtleneck – with my feet thrown up on the table while Slim slept in his seat next to Blue (the idiot needs to go to bed earlier, for fuck’s sake, it’s not strange he’s always exhausted), and Jennifer was yelling about the latest episode of her favourite show, or whatever. Wow holy hell that’s one long sentence, huh? Anyway, that’s when we heard the doorknob turn. I threw my legs of the table, sitting properly, just in time before Ms. Toriel (our principal) stepped inside. I could see Blue elbow Slim awake in the corner of my eye.

Following Ms. Toriel, who as always wore a perfectly neat suit and, as always, was sneering – was the new kid. As I first saw him, I froze. I might’ve forgotten to breathe too? Not sure. He has a jagged scar running down over his eye socket, a bit like mine but less clean. A gold tooth, which gleamed in the sunlight coming in through the window. And he certainly knows how to dress: biker boots, torn jeans, and a black shirt with the Anarchy-symbol in red. Which, admittedly, is kind of weird from a member of the uppermost class, but whatever.

The most noticeable thing, however, was the fact that he had a cocky smirk on his face. I’ve never seen anyone look cocky in Ms. Toriel’s presence: she is fucking terrifying.

And yes, I admit. He’s fucking hot.

Seems like an asshole though, and a different kind than me. He leaned against the desk, despite Ms. Toriel’s awful glares, as she introduced him. “This is Red Gaster,” she said, and her dislike was very obviously in her voice. He didn’t seem bothered, though. Whispers filled the classroom – everyone knows the name Gaster. Is he related to Dr Gaster? The King’s advisor? He must be, mustn’t he? How many Gaster families can there be? “He will be joining your class from now on. Mr. Gaster, is there anything you’d like to tell your new classmates?”

“Hiya,” he told us, saluting lazily. His grin widened. “Nice to meetcha.”

His accent is… offensive. That’s all I can fucking say. That’s our accent, and it’s easy to hear it’s been trained in; and I can literally only think of one reason someone from his class would want to speak like us. I’ve heard what people say about it, after all. Heard how people judge those who speak like that. There’s a reason I’m training mine away. I highly doubt I will get anywhere in life while speaking like a ‘gutter rat’. But he can afford the luxury to sound like that for his own amusement, I suppose. If he’s a part of the Gasters, he can do whatever the fuck he wants and face zero consequences. Everyone would hire a Gaster, or let one into their university.

Fucking unfair. Bet I’m smarter than him.

Probably stronger too, even if he has big bones.

Life is unfair. That’s a lesson we’re taught early around here. No one will give a damn about you when you’re poor and working class. We’ve only got ourselves.

Well. Then Ms. Toriel gestured for him to sit, which he did, in the only free seat. Which happened to be the one next to me. I had known he’d sit next to me, obviously, since I saw the added seat when I entered the classroom, but my soul still skipped a beat and I wasn’t sure what to do because fuck he’s hot but god he already makes me angry.

So I just nodded.

“Hello,” he said and made himself comfortable, and then our teacher entered and began the lesson.

Even though he made one or two attempts on talking with me I didn’t humour him: I don’t talk during class. Even if I was tempted, for some reason. If I did, I’d never learn anything, get detention, and get stuck in this shithole forever, and I have aspirations. Not a goddamn chance I’ll let some random, if good-looking, stranger stop me from reaching my dreams.

Later that day, as I was hanging out with Blue and Alphys at lunch – I still regret introducing them goddammit they won’t stop ganging up on me and they’re both committing treason – we saw Red hanging over the fence. He was talking with another skeleton in a fancy suit – the school uniform of the Royal Academy, I believe. Their suit was lazily put on, though, and their tie not even tied. Fucking hell that’s so ungrateful. And I heard him say, “Yeah I’ll take this school with storm, man. They won’t know what hit them.”

Which is bullshit. Watch this privileged asshole not surviving a week in a public high school. I am shocked he didn’t throw a fit when he saw the food.

27 October

Alright… I admit, he’s fitting in surprisingly well. Still a fucking asshole, but perhaps our kind of asshole rather than the kind I expected from someone from the cream of society. He’s absolutely related to Dr Gaster, though, seeing how a tall skeleton who appears to be his brother – who is also handsome as fuck why that’s so unfair – in a fancy red cabriolet which carried Gaster Industries’ mark picked him up after school yesterday. And today he came on a fucking motorcycle. Because of course he has a motorcycle. Of course he drives motorcycles.

It’s beautiful. Sleek and black with red details. A Ducati. Oh my stars I- Oh fuck it yeah I am jealous as hell it’s absolutely gorgeous and I’ve been dreaming about driving one like it for years. One day, Razz. One day. I technically don’t even have my license yet, even though I can drive: I had a neighbour teach me, but we can’t afford the license for now. Once I get a job, that’ll be the first thing I save up to buy. And then, I will get a beauty of my own.

God I am squeezing my pen so hard right now. I want one so badly.

But back to Red: We sat together in class again, and we actually talked a little before class began. He seems to have learnt not to talk to me while class is going on already, that’s good. Today I was wearing a black and red rockabilly-dress, by the way, that I found in the thrift shop last weekend. It’s absolutely gorgeous. I think he noticed, I saw his gaze on it. That did feel nice. I do appreciate when people, even if they’re assholes, can recognize my beauty and sense of style.

Actually I think I like him a bit more now. Just a tad.

I did find out he doesn’t live at home. Imagine being able to move out at eighteen. I’d love to but well. Even if I could afford it, that’d end in catastrophe, because neither dad nor Slim knows how the fuck to care for themselves. When I came to visit they’d live in chaos and eat instant noodles for dinner every day. What would they do without me? How the fuck did we survive until I started taking charge, anyway? I mean dad can manage, obviously, but his standards are much too low.

So Red lives in an apartment just at the border between our side of town and the finer parts. Only two blocks away from another, richer, school district. And he has a brother, as I suspected, who is still at the Royal Academy and is planning on becoming a Police officer, and the dude I saw him talking to yesterday is his best friend and distant relative (second cousin thrice removed or something), Sans Gaster. And yes, he’s the fucking oldest son of Doctor Gaster, the country’s most prominent scientist and the King’s right-fucking-hand. What the fuck.

What the hell did he do to get expelled? Did he kill someone?

Anyway I have a History-essay to write, on the great monster-human war and how the Treaty was written.

28 October

It’s Friday! Blue and I am going out on the new club down the corner, it looks awesome. Dad doesn’t want me to go, of course, he’s overprotective as always, but he knows by now that’s not going to stop me. It’s going to be great. Especially since I’ve already finished my homework for the weekend and so it doesn’t matter if we drink and stay up to six am and sleep until noon. Plus, I finally get a chance to wear my latest find: this short, black dress that’s all glittery. It’s fabulous, especially with a black leather jacket.

29 October

I-

Last night-

Fuck.

I don’t even know how to write this down.

I’ll take it from the beginning.

So Blue and I went to the new club, and we looked fantastic. He had torn jeans and a tank top in dark gold with a leather jacket over, and I had my dress. The music from the nightclub was loud already before we came there, we could hear it down the streets. (I don’t imagine the residents were too happy but whatever.) After showing ID, we were soon allowed inside, luckily there was no queue.

And the inside was every bit as cool as we’d hoped. Flashing lights in rainbow colours, a dancefloor, a fucking smoke machine. The bar was crowded and served the most amazing drinks and it was so much fun. We danced for hours and probably drank a little too much, but we’re eighteen and it’s weekend so it was whatever. I haven’t had so much fun in weeks, and Blue chatted up this pretty girl inside. Not sure if he likes her or if it was just him being tipsy. Blue does become a flirt when he’s drunk he’ll even flirt with me. It’s hilarious. I mean he’s smooth as fuck, not denying that, but anyone would think it’s funny when your best friend-since-childhood is drunken-flirting with you and asking you stuff like “Are you a SAT? ‘Cause I’d do you for three hours and forty five minutes- with a ten minute snack break in the middle.”

Like I said, hilarious. I love drunk Blue.

But when we were going home. It was four am. And I don’t remember all of it, but I know what happened, more or less. We were tired, and giggly, and more than a little drunk. Being drunk doesn’t take away a lifetime of being on your guard, at least not for me, but it does take away my reflexes. Stupid. Why did I ever expect to be safe? Pure idiocy.

And suddenly we were surrounded. I can see them before my eyes. There were at least five of them, they were huge like mountains. And their eyes- So cold, so cruel. So greedy. I’m shivering at the memory of how their eyes racked over our bodies, like we were objects. I felt like someone had doused me in ice water and nausea rose that had nothing to do with me being drunk. It was terrifying. I’ve never been so scared in my life. I can fight, but again I was drunk and they were many, and bigger.

“Well, well,” one of them murmured, leaning toward me. I felt his breath on my face, gross and foul-smelling. They’d cornered us, and he put his arm next to the wall, and I threw out with my arm over Blue. He’s not innocent or weak in any way but he hasn’t been through the shit I have. So I feel like I should protect him, even if he hates it. “What do we have here?”

“Leave us alone,” Blue said, defiant as always. I could hear his voice tremble, though, and I think they did too because they laughed. Laughed.

Fury spiked through me and it only grew as another one added, “What’s two little sweethearts such as yourselves doing out here all alone, in the middle of the night? Lookin’ for some action?”

I punched the one in front of me. Straight in the face. And as he staggered backwards in shock, as the others processed, I grabbed Blue and ran. I can still feel the adrenaline pumping through me and my soul pounding in terror as we ran as fast as we could through the streets, hear the fast clicking of our shoes against the pavement. My mouth was dry as sand and I wasn’t even looking where I was going because I saw them follow us, yelling angrily. They were furious. Who knows what they’d do to us if they caught up?

We turned around the corner, and Blue was just a step before me now because he’s the fastest runner, and we ran straight into something soft on the other side. I froze, my breath catching in my throat as I forgot how to breathe, before I recognized the faces. Red. Red and his friend, Sans.

They stared at us for a moment before they heard the shouts, and I didn’t even know what to do so I grabbed Red’s wrist and pulled, yelling at him that we had to get out of here they were going to- I didn’t finish the sentence. I was afraid of what they were going to do when I couldn’t even access my magic because of the intoxication.

I’ve never seen anyone look so similar to dad as Red did in that moment. The absolute fury on his face, and he moved my hand to Sans, and Sans grabbed Blue. They only nodded at each other and then Sans pulled us into an alley nearby.

I remember screaming.

We were worried about Red, Blue and I – who wouldn’t be, apparently he was about to take on five men at once. But Sans, after introducing himself with a short “The name’s Sans,” told us to worry about our followers instead and I really didn’t give a flying fuck about them. My heart was still pounding so hard I wondered if it was trying to escape my chest as I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds.

Then, a Police siren came from the distance, and Red appeared in the entrance of the alley. “Oh fuck. Time ta leave.”

He and Sans brought us to Red’s apartment, which wasn’t too far away. They picked out some warm blankets for us and sat us down in the sofa. Red made hot chocolate for us both but I couldn’t finish it before I fell asleep. On Red’s shoulder. The next morning Blue and I woke up in Red’s bed, with the world’s biggest hangovers, and my soul was in my throat as I realized where we were, but I didn’t need to worry. He and Sans had both slept on air mattresses on the floor. That’s… surprisingly considerate, isn’t it?

They made us breakfast and ginger tea against the hangover, and Red told us what had happened last night, how he’d beaten up those creeps. He’s battle-trained, says his father made both him and his brother learn how to fight remorselessly. Which… okay yeah that’s attractive.

Now when we finally felt safe again, I listened and honestly? I can’t deny that he’s… nice. I… yeah. He’s nice. But that doesn’t at all explain why I constantly felt the urge to reach out and touch him when we were eating breakfast, or why I blushed as he complimented my dress. I’m confused and it’s annoying. The weirdest thing is that, when he patted my shoulder when Blue and I were going home, I didn’t want him to let go, and felt intensely aware of his handsomeness.

1 November

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

Yeah.

I spoke with Blue about it and he says I have a crush.

Dammit.

3 November

I have so much to write.

The past two days have been a rollercoaster and I’m all giddy right now. Slim actually checked in on me to see I’m alright because I was giggling to much. So yeah I absolutely had a crush on Red. And when we went back to school this Monday it felt kind of awkward and my soul did flips when he asked if I was okay. It might’ve been a little hard to speak to him too without stumbling over my words but I’m not confirming anything.

But he hung out with us all day, and he’s so fucking charming? I’m still thinking whether I should mention his accent or not, but god. He has these super dark jokes, and they’re the funniest thing, and I also found out he lets giggly. So I hung out with him after school and we went to the Starbucks on the corner and drank coffee, and he also tipped the barista really well. And we have so much in common? He was very happy to tell me about his motorcycle and we talked about astronomy and it just… worked.

It was kind of sad when I had to go home. But then- then.

He asked me out on a date.

And I gaped and could hardly answer him for a few moments, and he looked so adorably anxious as he smiled at me, and then I just threw myself around his neck and said yes, of course.

So after school today he brought me out on his motorcycle outside of town and it was amazing. I sat behind him on it, holding around his waist, as the landscape flashed by and the motor purred so wonderfully, and he was really warm in the chill of late autumn. We stopped at a biker bar far out on the countryside, where he seemed to know quite a lot of people. It was really nice, with an old jukebox and dim lights and, apparently, rivalling biker gangs who weren’t allowed to fight in there or they’d be forbidden to come back.

Red bought us soda and pommes and burgers, and we just sat there and talked and ate, and somehow, we began holding hands. I can still feel his fingers around mine. So warm and gentle. He smiled and told me, “You’re lovely.”

And then, on the way back, he let me drive a bit. And it was brilliant. His arms around me, and I couldn’t stop grinning as the motorcycle reacted to my smallest command. It was so… Oh, he leaned his head against my helmet and his ribcage against my back, my leather jacket, and we flew past nature on the empty highway, it was magical.

Unfortunately, the day ended much too soon, and he brought us back into town. And as he dropped me off, he hesitated, and he looked so handsome in the dim light of sunset in his biker jacket, and then he dismounted the bike, and slowly leaned in toward me until I could feel his warm breath on my face, and asked, “May I?”

I nodded, breathless, and he kissed me softly, embracing my waist. I grasped his face between my hands and held him, and I felt him smile into the kiss.

I couldn’t stop smiling as I stared after him as he jumped back on his bike and left, looking back before he disappeared around the corner. Then I went back in and told dad to shut up about my love life I’m legally an adult now and he can’t tell me what to do.

Oh stars I’m so happy I can feel my entire body tingling. I can’t wait for our next date.

#blackcherry #underfell #swapfell #underswap #uf sans #sf sans #us sans #sf papyrus #uf papyrus #kyuko #gift #my writing #(free for other people to reblog as well of course!!)#diary #i love writing diaries

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justtextmeoppa · 7 years

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❝ How long have you both been dating? ❞

Plot: Siwon is your cousin and he's a little protective over you. Siwon had warned you not to date any of the Super Junior member but you did anyway and he later finds out.

Pairing: Siwon x Reader

Words count: 2,9k+

Genre: Comedy, slight angst and drama

For anon , I hope you like it ^^

kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

‘Change!’ A voice rang through the apartment.

‘Why!?’ You argued back, ‘I think I look perfectly fine.’

Choi Siwon was every women’s dream, yet he was a pain in your ass. Matter of fact, he was your cousin and an over protective cousin at that. He would monitor everything you wore, who you were with and where you went. He had been away during his enlistment, so you had a bit more freedom since he was not there to be overly protective. You missed him a lot since he left because he was like your brother and best friend. Siwon had one rule, a rule that stuck since you met the rest of the boys years back and that was; no dating the members.

‘She looks fine Oppa.’ Jiwon tried to reason, ‘She is 28 years old, not 8.’

‘Don’t take her side.’ He scolded, ‘You are my sister!’

‘And I understand that, but she is a grown woman, Siwon. You can’t protect her for the rest of your life.’ Jiwon tried to reason.

‘Sorry to break this up,’ You waved a hand between the siblings fighting, ‘But did it ever occur to you that we are going to be late?’

‘Exactly, now go change!’ He pointed towards the door that was your bedroom.

‘No time, lets go!’ You dragged them both out the house.

You wore a simple black skirt with stockings and a white shirt that was tucked in. Your hair flowed naturally and you wore a pair of pumps. You thought you looked fine but Siwon found the shirt to see-through, skirt short and your hair should be tied up. Throughout the entire drive he scolded you and his sister tried to reason with him. You all were on your way to see Donghae and Hyukjae. They had returned from their enlistment and you all wanted to celebrate. Just them and their close ones. Arriving at SM, you three walked to a room that had been reserved for the little welcome back party.

‘Stay close to me.’ Siwon warned.

‘But I want to socialise.’

‘With me around!’

‘You are frustrating.’ You rolled your eyes and walked towards the guests of honour,’ Donghae! Hyukjae!’

The rapper had you in his arms, lifting you off the ground and twirling you around, ‘Y/N!’

‘Take your hands off her, Lee Hyukjae!’ Siwon stormed into the situation and ripped you away from Hyukjae.

‘Still over protective as ever.’ Hyuk chuckled as Donghae came to hug you but was closely observed by his fellow member.

‘Watch those hands Lee Donghae.’ He eyed them.

‘Let’s get a drink.’ You all but signed in relief when you saw Jiwon drag her brother away.

‘I assume you haven't told him.’ Donghae nudged you.

‘I value my life.’

‘You have to tell him sooner or later.’

‘And I pick later.’

‘Y/N!’ A voice shouted from a distance.

‘Looks like lover boy is here,’ Hyukjae placed an arm around Donghae’s shoulder, ‘Let’s give them some privacy.’

The two walked away to talk to other people as another came and enveloped you in a hug, kissing your cheek. This person was your boyfriend, Kim Heechul and your boyfriend of a year and a half. Yeah, you were told to not date any of the members but Heechul was just different. You grew closer to him as the years went by and when Siwon enlisted, the two of you dated a few months before becoming official, not that anyone knew but only a few people. Heechul was your boyfriend and also a close friend. You told him everything and he was always there for you.

‘Where’s your security guard?’ Heechul joked.

‘Jiwon took him to cool off with something to drink.’ You laughed as Heechul draped an arm around you, ‘I would watch yourself tonight, he seems to be on overdrive.’

‘I can handle Choi Siwon.’ Chul grinned.

And on queue, his name rang out, ‘KIM HEECHUL!’

‘Here we go.’ You sighed.

Siwon and his sister were just a few meters away from you and your boyfriend. The younger stormed through the crowd of people as Heechul continued to stand with his arm proudly around your shoulder. As Siwon got closer, Heechul slowly retreated his arm because he knew you didn't wish to tell your cousin yet. You wanted this to be a secret because you knew Siwon would be mad, and you didn't want to ruin everyone's evening. Siwon stood before the two of you, his eyes ready to commit murder.

‘And where do you think your arm was?’ He question.

‘Calm down horse,’ Heechul stated, ‘I was just talking to her.’

‘With your arm around her?’

‘She is my friend, ya know.’

‘That means nothing to me and you know that.’ Siwon wedged himself between the two of you, ‘Keep your intimate gestures to yourself.’

‘She is 28, Siwon!’ Heechul scolded.

‘I don’t care.’ With that, your cousin guided you to the dance floor.

Some soft music was playing through the speakes. So many times you wished to tell Siwon about Heechul, but you never seemed to have the perfect time. Right now you stood swaying to the music, your cousin in front of you and your boyfriend off at the side. You wanted to tell him now but you didn't now how Siwon would react. He was generally a level headed man, but you had kept this for such a long time that you knew he wouldn't react in a rational way. Meanwhile Heechul glanced at the two of you.

He wanted to tell Siwon so many times, but you asked him not to. Yeah he was jealous of Siwon, not because he was you cousin but because he could be more free with you. He wasn't even allow to touch you without the younger breathing down his neck. Heechul in general was a sassy man and spoke his mind, but you were worth more then using his sharp tongue and ruining everything. His hands formed fists as he rushed out the room. You caught him running out from the corner of your eye and you felt you heart shudder slightly. Releasing yourself from his hold, you walked to grab Yoona.

‘Please dance with him.’ You whispered to her.

‘Go,’ She replied, ‘He looks more upset then ever tonight, I will handle Won.’

‘Thank you.’ You hugged her before she walked to entertain your cousin.

You ran through the SM halls looking for him. You thought of everything possible, from the dance studios to the recording rooms. You opened every door and shouted his name as if you were insane. Finally clicking, you took the elevator to the highest floor it could go before walking two more flights of stairs and arriving on the roof. As if you planned the situation, you walked onto the roof and found Heechul looking out into the distance. He stood with his hands in his pockets with his back towards you.

‘You are going to get sick.’ You softly spoke.

‘Then go downstairs,’ His words cold, ‘Your cousin must be ripping the building apart looking for you.’

‘I asked Yoona to cover for me.’ You stood behind him, hand on his shoulder, ‘What’s wrong?’

‘I can’t do this anymore, Y/N.’ He didn't look at you, ‘I hate having to hide you.’

‘I know that,’ You made him face you, ‘And we will tell him, just not now.’

‘And why not?!’

‘Because….. I ….. I don’t know.’

Heechul crashed his lips into yours, kissing you with so much need that when he pulled way and pressed his forehead to yours, you were panting hard, ‘I don’t like hiding you, like we are standing on a roof just so your psychotic cousin doesn't loose his mind.’

You chuckled softly, ‘You lucky he didn't see you kiss me, would have probably tossed you of the roof.’

‘Probably…’ A voice whispered from the door, ‘You are dead Kim Heechul.’

You remain on the roof for another thirty minutes not aware that Siwon had seen the moment. He had retreated back downstairs, not wanting to cause a scene. You and Heechul soon joined the party. Siwon acted as if he saw nothing, but his over protectiveness seemed to intensify. You didn't understand why but you didn't want to cause any issues. The evening ended on a good note, with Siwon inviting all the members to his place on Sunday before returning to his service on Monday. You stayed the night at his place, waking up to more male voices than usual. Stretching, you tied your hair up and walked to the kitchen.

‘Morning Y/N!’ Leeteuk greeted.

‘Morning Jungsu.’ You smiled, ‘Aren’t you all here too early?’

‘Have you seen the time?’ The leader joked, pointing at the clock on the wall.

‘Shit!’ Your eyes widen to see how late it was.

‘Watch your language.’ Siwon scolded, ‘Go upstairs and shower, you aren't dressed appropriately.

He was referring to your short sleeping shorts and loose sleeping top. This wasn't the first time you were seen like this because the others were like your brothers, but Siwon’s tone wasn't like before. It was more of a stern order then anything else. Before you could argue back, he shouted at you and chased you away. Not wanting to cause a scene, you went upstairs to shower. Siwon never raised his voice at you. But you just went and got ready.

‘Don’t you think that was a bit harsh?’ Heechul tired to defend you.

‘No one asked you.’ Siwon went back to doing his things.

‘That is why I am voicing my opinion.’ Heechul stood up for himself, ‘I am still your elder, watch your tone Choi Siwon.’

‘And this is my house,’ He turned to face the elder, ‘So let me be or leave, the door is that way.’

Leeteuk quickly intervened and created peace between the two of them. Everything became awkward very quickly that when you walked in, you noticed the tension. It was so strong that you could cut it clean with a knife. You wore a pair of shorts with a white t-shirt and long checkered shirt over it. Your hair was pulled back into a bun. Siwon had one look at you and he had mad written all over his face.

‘Go and change!’ He barked.

‘Why?’ You asked, ‘I look fine.’

‘Because your shorts are too short.’ He pointed as you rolled your eyes, ‘Don’t you roll your eyes at me!’

‘These are the same length as what your female artists wear!’ You tired to rebel as everyone watched the family members argue.

‘And that is how I know its too short!’ He fumed.

‘She looks fine Siwon!’ Heechul cut in, ‘She is a grown woman!’

‘Stay out of this Heechul.’

‘Show some respect you punk!’

Within a heartbeat, Siwon had Heechul by the throat and pinned up against the wall. The younger had a look in his eyes that Heechul had never seen before. It was something of irritation, lack of sleep and anger. Siwon had never snapped at anyone before because he was alway seen as one of the most rational people out there. Everyone froze in their positions as they looked at the scene before them.

‘Don’t you dare disrespect me in my home, Kim Heechul.’ Siwon threatened.

‘I was just telling you the truth,’ Heechul was struggling with his words, ‘Loosen up you horse!’

‘I don’t need your opinion on something that doesn’t concern you,’ His grip tightened, ‘She is my family, not yours.’

’S-siwon!’ Heechul tried to reach out before someone said something.

‘Stop this Siwon!’ Leeteuk and Yesung tired to push the younger away.

‘You are going to kill him!’ Yesung shouted, but both got shrugged off with ease.

Tears began to fill Siwon’s eyes as you ran towards him, ‘Let go Siwon! You are hurting him!’

‘Good…’ He seethed.

A firm slap came across Siwon’s face from you. The sound echoed throughout the house. Everyone paused for the second time as Siwon dropped Heechul and backed away and held his stinging cheek. Heechul fell to the ground and gasped for air as you ran to see if he was okay. The elder held his neck, coughing and opened his mouth for the air to enter. Some went to see if Siwon was okay as a tear fell down his cheek as he watch you tend to Heechul, stroking his cheek and making sure he was okay.

‘What is wrong with you!’ You shouted, ‘You almost killed him!’

‘I’m sorry.’ His apology simple, eyes still teary, ‘Excuse me.’

‘Stop right there, Choi Siwon!’ You called out, ‘What is wrong with you!?’

‘Me?’ He turned to face you, ‘I should be asking you that. I asked you to follow one simple rule yet you can’t even be loyal and do that.’

‘Y-you-’

‘I saw you kissing him last night,’ He cut you off, ‘How could you betray me like that?’

‘I wasn’t betraying you, Siwon, but that gives you no right to try and murder my boyfriend! You stood your ground, ‘Listen to me, I am 28 years old. You can be as protective as you like over me, but that isn't going to stop the way I am. I love Heechul and I was going to tell you-’

‘WHEN!’ Siwon shouted back, ‘At the wedding?’

‘That isn't what I meant,’ You sighed, ‘We didn't want to tell you because we knew you would over react, like you just tried to end his life Won!’

‘How long?’

‘Excuse me?’

‘How long have you both been dating!’

‘A year a half….’

At that moment his heart shattered into a million pieces as a tear fell, ‘You did this behind my back!’

‘Don’t put it like that.’ You spoke softly, Heechul getting to his feet after Shindong brought him some water.

‘I can see I am not as important to you as I thought I was.’ He walked towards the stairs, ‘Excuse me.’

He retreated to his bedroom as you watch him disappear. You felt guilty to hear him call you a betrayer let alone cry over this. This was the last thing you wanted to do, yet it ended up like that. You sighed and turned to see if your lover was okay. He was seated at the dining room table with the others tending to him. You never wanted to hurt him in anyway possible because Siwon was your blood. Heechul sipped on some water as you walked to him and got to your knees to check him out.

‘You okay?’ You asked.

‘I should be asking you that.’ He chuckled, ‘I am fine, he was angry and I understand that. Siwon would never snap without reason, Y/N.’

‘I know,’ You sighed in defeat, ‘He just went overboard.’

‘He is just angry.’

‘He almost killed you Heechul!’

‘I know Siwon,’ Heechul stroked your cheek, ‘He would have stopped because he has a limit and I know he does. I’ve lived with him long enough to know that. Go and see if he is okay, he really does care for you.’

‘I love you.’ You leant up and pecked his lips.

‘I love you too, now go.’ He pushed your shoulder softy.

Getting to your feet, you walked up the stairs slowly. On the wall besides the staircase, pictures littered the wall and many of them were of you, Siwon and his sister. The three of you had been thick as thieves when you were all small that nothing changed when you got older. You noticed a picture missing, you sighed before walking to his bedroom. You arrived before the door and knocked. You got no reply so your tried again and got the same response before you opened the door and found him sitting on the edge of the bed with a frame in his hand.

‘That should be on the wall.’ You broke the silence, closing the door behind you.

‘Just reminiscing.’ He sniffed, a tear falling on the glass, ‘Why are you here? Shouldn't you be out with Heechul?’

‘Don’t be like that,’ You took a seat next to him, ‘I never mean to slap you and I am sorry for what I did, but you need to realise that I have grown up.’

‘And I wish you hadn’t,’ He sighed, ‘Still young and naive like the little girl in this picture.’

‘Siwon,’ You held his hand, ‘You will always be my number one boy because you are my cousin and best friend. I will always love you and make time for you.’

‘I don’t think Heechul hyung will like that.’

‘I can handle Heechul.’

He turned his face to look at you, ‘I am sorry for almost choking him to death.’

‘I forgive you,’ You kissed his cheek, ‘And I am sorry for lying to you, but at least try and be okay with this? You always know I want your blessing with everything.’

‘Just give me some time, please?’ He asked, ‘This is still all new to me.’

‘I will give you all the time, now get up and lets head down for some lunch because I am starving.’ You wiped his tears with your thumb

He chuckled softly, ‘Always hungry.’

‘Because my number one cousin is an amazing chef….’

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Days Of Summer

A/N; HELLO AND WELCOME TO THE SHITPOST

jk, but it is on the lighter side! The ever loved rock camp au, insipred by the masterpiece that was Camp Rock. Idk if you have me to blame or @hannah-nobody, but you are all welcome either way.

This here is the collab her and I have been talking about for forever, and now we’re posting it in an attempt to make ourselves actually fucking finish it, but there is no motivator like disappointment.

Have Hannah’s made up reviews!

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Quick notes - Every chapter will have a set of songs to go along with it, all being added to this spotify playlist with each chapter! All genres are used, and we hope it will be as cringey as possible!

Summer has arrived, and with it the start of the two month long music camp; Fairy Tail! Full of new songs, friends, and adventures, the campers learn things they never knew about themselves and one another. And just how easy it is to sneak booze and a full sized karaoke machine out into the middle of the woods.

Camp Rock!AU

Pairing: Nalu, Gajevy, Gruiva, others mentioned; Fairy Tail

Words: 5631

Rating: T

Parts: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven

Chapter One: The Start of Something New

Now who’d have ever thought that

we’d both be here tonight?

Oh yeah

And the world looks so much brighter

with you by my side

The music pounded through Natsu’s veins as the last notes of the song faded away and the crowd erupted into a series of screams. The band members on stage smiled as they tossed various mementos to their mud-splattered fans; picks, drumsticks, water bottles. Hands groped desperately at the air, his own among them.

He wasn’t really paying attention. His own voice joined in with the noise as he let go of all the energy the atmosphere of the festival has stirred within him. His head tipped back and he squeezed his eyes shut as he cheered.

When the band finally left the stage, Natsu looked around. He stood on his tip toes, trying to find Gajeel’s unruly mane of black hair in the sea of sweat-soaked festival-goers. When Natsu couldn’t spot him, he decided to head back to the tent.

Still on high from the previous band’s performance, Natsu made his way almost absently through the crowd. Most people lingered, waiting eagerly for the next act to come on, leading him to gently push a few people out of his way. Some people decided to sit during the break, not caring about the mud beneath them. Others remained on the shoulders of their friends, basking in the heat of the sun that had come and gone for most of the weekend.

One of the shoulder-riding music lovers caught his attention.

She was perched on someone a few people in front of him, and she was stunning. He altered his route in order to take in more of her. She was screaming as though the band were still on stage, making rock signs with her fists as she waved her arms in the air. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, but strands fell loosely on her sunburned shoulders. A pink crop-top exposed her stomach, where someone had painted a peace sign in neon green paint around her belly button.

He grinned as she wobbled on a dark-haired boys shoulders, but the blonde’s own expression turned from laughter to panic as she lost her balance.

Instinctively, Natsu pushed through the crowd and got to her just in time to soften her fall with his own body. The two of them fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap.

“Oooooowwww,” The blonde groaned from on top of him.

She raised her head, and a splotch of mud had somehow made its way onto her cheek. Natsu stared at her in bewilderment as she looked at him, eyes wide, then giggled.

He could feel the heat in his cheeks as he became aware of her body pressed against his. He’d thrown his tattered shirt away long ago, and surprisingly he didn’t feel self-conscious going shirtless among the energetic crowd. Especially not now that the pretty blondes’ hands roamed over his bare chest. Natsu quickly sat up before he became too absorbed with her wandering hands, tightening the scarf around his neck before helping her up and sheepishly apologising.

“No, no, no,” She smiled at him, “Don’t be sorry! It was Gray’s fault. He’s so meeeean.“

The girl pouted and Natsu felt a smirk pulling at his lips. He had no idea who Gray was, but he was very glad that they’d chosen to shrug her off their shoulders, for whatever reason.

Seeing his smirk, the girl’s laughter died off and she bit her lip in thought. She stepped closer, invading his personal space. His breath hitched when she placed a hand back on his chest.

“Thanks,” She told him, her voice low, before leaning up on her tip-toes and placing a light kiss on his cheek.

Her lips were sticky with pink lip gloss, and he found himself wondering what they tasted like when she drew back.

Her hand remained on his chest.

“Y’know, you’re pretty cute,“ She mused aloud.

“Erm…” He had no idea what to reply. He’d never been called cute before.

Before he had chance to formulate a reply, the girl stepped forward once more. Her arms snaked around his neck, and Natsu quickly discovered that her lip gloss was cherry flavoured.

She kissed him deeply, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips before delving into his mouth. He wound his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he returned her fervent kisses. The feeling she gave him far excelled that of the music ringing in his ears, or the way bass shook his bones when the band had been on stage. He had no idea who this girl was, but suddenly he felt like this whole weekend had been leading up to meeting her.

The girl twined her fingers in his hair, and just as her nails began to scrape against his scalp in the most teasing way, the kiss ended. The girl was pulled away from him and Natsu was left gasping for air. When he looked up, she was pressed against the bare chest of the dark haired boy whose shoulders she’d been sitting on earlier, an arm wrapped protectively around her waist.

“Geez, Lucy,” The dark haired boy scowled, “Can’t leave you alone for two minutes.”

The girl- Lucy- stuck her tongue out at him, laughing when his frown grew. She removed his arm from her waist, her gaze turning back to Natsu with that dazzling smile as she stumbled back to him.

The boy grabbed her wrist.

“C’mon Lucy, we have to go.“

“Graaaaaaay,” Lucy whined, squirming in his grasp, “You’re acting like my daaaad.”

“Your dad thinks we’re at a budding entrepreneur’s conference,” Gray scowled, “I think I’m showing you a pretty great time in comparison to him.“

Natsu watched with raised eyebrows as Lucy tried to dislodge herself from Gray. He would have intervened, but it was clear other boy was being gentle with her, despite her protests. Natsu wondered at the nature of their relationship, praying he hadn’t just made out with someone else’s girlfriend.

Eventually, Gray grew tired of Lucy’s protests and slung her unceremoniously over his shoulder, much to Natsu’s shock.

“It’s not what it looks like!” Lucy called back to him as Gray carted her away.

He watched her disappear into the crowd, banging her fists against Gray’s back even has her protests died off into laughter.

Natsu’s lips tingled.

The rest of the weekend was spent looking for her between sets, or hoping to catch a glimpse of her in the queue for a hotdog. Her name rang in his mind like a song. He wanted to see her again.

He wanted to thank her for his first kiss.

Natsu shook the memory from his head and returned to the task at hand.

Packing for camp.

God, how long had it been since that kiss? Two months? No, he was sure it was three. Every day for three months, his thoughts had wandered back to that kiss. To that girl. He’d even wrote a few songs about it, much to his own embarrassment. Not that he’d ever shown anyone of course. And he was pretty sure he’d throw himself out of a window if Gajeel ever found out. Mostly because Gajeel believed that Natsu had hallucinated the whole occurrence, despite the fact Natsu repeatedly assured him that he had not been on drugs.

Speaking of the devil…

“You packed all yer shit yet Salamander?” Gajeel asked as he barged into Natsu’s tiny bedroom.

“Almost,” Natsu reassured him before turning to back to his bed to pack his last item.

Tenderly, Natsu plucked it from his bed. His most prized possession. A gleaming red fender squire, with custom artwork of a dragon on the neck. A gift from Igneel on his birthday last month. His precious, his baby. Fervor.

Gajeel said it was dumb- Fervor the fender. But Natsu liked it. Sure, the name sounded funny, but the word itself appealed to him. It meant earnestness of feeling, but it also meant intense heat. The word had instantly caught his attention when he’d first learned it in English class. He wanted his music to make people feel things. Real emotion. And every time he delved deep into his own little world of creation, he felt as though every note burned within him, burning to be realized. Fervor was the perfect name. It was everything he wanted his music to be.

Plus, he called her Fev for short.

He lowered the guitar into her case gently and closed the lid before handing it to Gajeel to go put in Igneel’s trunk. His dad had taken the day off flying to the rescue in his helicopter to see them both off to camp, and Natsu was grateful.

“Careful with her!” Natsu chided Gajeel as he heard the case hit the door on his cousin’s way out.

Chuckling at his cousin’s foul-mouthed reply, Natsu picked up his duffle bag full of clothes before casting one last look around his room. A few posters were hanging limply off the walls, and would no doubt be on the floor when he got back, but everything else seemed to be in order.

From his basket in the corner, Happy let out a curious meow. His blue cat stared at him, as though daring Natsu to even try to leave without him. He didn’t want to leave the little guy, he really didn’t, but…

Natsu bit his lip and groaned. He stormed over to Happy, kneeling in front of him and opening his duffle bag.

“Alright get in you ol’ sour puss,” Natsu helped the feline into the bag, “But keep quiet until we get to camp!“

Once Happy was safely tucked inside his bag, Natsu left his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Making sure to brush any incriminating cat hairs off his black skinny jeans as he headed for the kitchen, where he found Igneel searching for his car keys.

Igneel was an impressive man, Natsu knew. He was “built like a brick shit house”, as Uncle Metalicana so eloquently put it, and his crop of red hair was truly striking to see. Despite being impressively sized, however, Igneel was obviously exhasuted. Natsu’s father worked long hours as a helicopter rescue pilot. Those long hours could prevent them from running into each other for weeks at a time, but Natsu understood. He knew Igneel still loved him.

“Heeeey, what’s this?” Igneel asked, coming towards him with a devilish grin.

Natsu had a brief moment of panic. Had he been caught cat-napping already? His fear was quelled when Igneel merely swiped the grey beanie from Natsu’s head.

“Daaad,” Natsu chuckled as he reached for his hat, “give it back!”

“No!” Igneel laughed as he held the offending item out of his sons reach, “You wear this damn thing all the time. You’re not taking some smelly tea-coasty to camp!“

“Awr, c’mon Pops!” Natsu whined, still reaching for his hat, “You know I hate my hair!”

“And why’s that son?” Igneel asked just as Natsu finally managed to tear the hat from his father’s grasp.

“Because it’s fucking pink,“ Natsu stated as he shoved his hat back over his hair.

Igneel swatted him over the head for his bad language, causing Natsu to straighten his beanie once more. He grinned sheepishly up at his father, nervously fiddling with the studs in his ears as Igneel scowled at him.

“Yo’ old man,” Gajeel’s head popped into the kitchen, “We leaving or what?”

Igneel sighed, shaking his head as he patted himself down, still searching for his keys. Natsu laughed openly before retrieving them from the fruit bowl on the kitchen bench and offering them to his dad.

He’d sure miss Igneel over the summer, but for some reason, he couldn’t wait to get to camp.

“Jesus, Lucy, I’d like to leave for camp today at some point!“

Lucy smiled to herself as the wind carried Gray’s complaints up to her open window. She cast an eye over her neatly packed suitcase, mentally checking things of her list, before zipping it closed and skipping over to the window.

“But my case is so heavy,” She pouted as she hung out of the window.

From the driver’s seat of his beaten up Ford Escort, Gray rolled his eyes. Lucy laughed as she watched her grumpiest friend pull himself out of the stuttering car and slam the door behind him. He stomped up her driveway, muttering as he went. It wasn’t long before she heard the front door open. She waved to Loke who sat in the backseat of Gray’s car before coming away from the window.

Lucy couldn’t help her excited smile as she flung her satchel over her shoulder, swinging open her bedroom door in order to pull her case onto the landing. She met Gray at the top of the stairs.

“Excited?” He grinned at her once he noticed her smile.

“Yes!” She beamed back, “I just want to be on the road already!“

“We would be if someone didn’t take so long getting ready,” Gray joked as he pried her suitcase from her, grunting when he hoisted it up in order to carry it down the stairs.

“Excuse me, but we both know you’re the one that’s running late.“

“Actually, that was Loke’s fault,” Gray informed her, slamming her case down at the bottom of the stairs with little regard for the recently polished hardwood floors. “It took him a good twenty minutes to say goodbye to all those girls at his door.“

Lucy laughed at the thought. She was glad she hadn’t been there to fall victim to Loke’s… entourages’ jealous gazes. She was just about to tell Gray as much when her father walked in.

“Ah, Mr. Fullbuster,” Jude Heartfilia greeted, “I trust you will take good care of my daughter while the two of you are at Business Camp?”

Jude Heartfilia was many things. A wealthy business man, the owner of a rather impressive moustache, unable to properly show emotion. He was a little awkward as a father, like he’d never fully adapted himself to the role, but he was loved by his daughter. And above all, he was incredibly easy to fool.

As the heiress to the Heartfilia fortune, Lucy’s father had set notions as to what her life would be like. He wanted her to blossom into a successful business woman so that when the time came, she was ready to run the family company. Did Lucy want this?

Hell no.

Lucy had felt a deep rooted passion for music since her early days. She’d danced to her mother’s records and begged every birthday for singing lessons. It was all she had ever wanted to do. But Jude, like most parents these days, did not deem the arts a worthy career path for his daughter. Before her mother had died, Lucy had managed to persuade him to allow her to attend piano lessons. He’d only agreed because he believed it showed discipline, something that was encouraged in the world of business. But as she became more skilled on the piano, her unyielding desire to be a musician only grew.

Unfortunately, Lucy’s path to becoming a musician had been halted abruptly. She had joined an orchestra- allowed because it demonstrated the ability to work in sync with others- but had only been part of it for a year when the tragedy struck.

She and Gray had quit orchestra after that. It was what had brought them together, but they had no passion for it anymore. Not after their mothers had died together in a car accident. Gray had abandoned his violin completely. Its case gathering dust in the loft of his shared apartment, untouched in years.

It had been hard, but together, they found new passions.

Gray had taken up the drums while Lucy found herself writing songs. When the words had begun to spill forth onto the page, Lucy had found herself able to return to the piano again. The words were nothing without the music to go with it.

Throw in two new friends and the taste for adventure and where did they all want to go?

Fairy Tail.

The best music orientated summer camp in a hundred mile radius; a place dedicated to helping young people find their sound and hone their talents.

Would Lucy’s father allow her to go to a music orientated summer camp?

Hell no.

Those had been his exact words. And so, Business Camp was born.

“Don’t I take care of her always?” Gray joked to her father. Lucy noticed him trying not to wince when Jude firmly shook his hand.

“Son, in that outfit, you look like you’re about to kidnap her.“

Jude raised a scrutinising eyebrow at Gray, who looked down at his faded Fall Out Boy t-shirt and laughed nervously. Lucy felt sorry for Gray, truly she did. But honestly, after his extreme emo phase a few years back, she wondered how her father could protest to anything Gray wore now.

“You won’t make a very good impression turning up to Business Camp like that,” Jude berated him.

“I know, Sir. This is just for the drive,“ Gray grinned, “Lucy will be changing too.”

Lucy looked down at her own attire. A t-shirt so big on her it hung off one shoulder tucked into denim shorts. She looked back up and echoed Gray’s nervous laughter from before.

“Obviously,“ She smiled at her father.

Jude seem to approve of their decision. After checking his watch, he gestured to Gray to continue hauling Lucy’s case to the car –much to Gray’s annoyance- while he said farewell to his daughter.

“Have a safe trip,” He smiled before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I will Father,” She waved as she retreated to the door, “Don’t work too hard while I’m gone!“

She heard Jude laugh as she closed the door behind her. She felt bad for lying to him, but her excitement blotted out the feeling. Gray was slamming the trunk closed as she skipped down the stairs.

“Business Camp, here we come!” Gray raised a fist in the air.

Lucy laughed as she opened the passenger door and scooted in. In the back seat, Loke was sprawled out and cradling his guitar as though it were a lover.

“Shouldn’t you make room for Cana?” She suggested as she fastened her seat belt.

“We’re meeting her there. She left early with Gildarts,” Loke explained, “Man, I can’t believe he got us reduced fees because he’s teaching. Cana’s dad is so awesome.“

“He said it was his present for the two of you graduating,” Gray said, his voice muffled by the shirt he was pulling off.

Lucy groaned.

“Gray, must you?“

“C’mon Lucy, you know the AC doesn’t work,” Gray complained as he forced the car to shudder to life, “Would you rather I do it while I was driving?“

“Hey,” Loke interrupted, leaning forward so that his head was between the two front seats, “Does your dad still think the four of us are going to Business Camp?”

“Yup,“ Lucy laughed as Gray pulled away from her house.

She didn’t even look back.

“Man, your old man sure is gullible,” Loke slumped back in his seat, “I mean, really, Business Camp doesn’t even sound real. And if it was, I can guarantee you that Cana wouldn’t go. Not even if you paid double her weight in booze.“

“I can guarantee none of us would go,” Lucy assured him.

As they drove out of town, Lucy retrieved Gray’s iPod from the glove compartment. Loke strummed idly on his guitar while she leafed through the music, looking for the song she knew would fit their mood.

When she found it, she plugged it into the speaker and hit play.

Gray groaned.

“What is this?” He gestured to the speakers as the music flooded through the car, “2009?“

“Graaaaaay,” Lucy whined playfully, “You know you still love it.”

The song continued as she watched Gray trying very hard not to look at her. Behind her Loke was biting his lip to keep from grinning. When the chorus kicked in, just as she’d guessed, none of them could fight it any longer.

No one is as lucky as us

We’re not at the end, oh, but we’ve already won

No, no one is as lucky as us

Is as lucky as us

The three of them screamed the lyrics together through their laughter as they sped down the highway. Lucy knew right there and then, laughing and singing in their incredibly environmentally unfriendly car, that she was lucky. She was spending the summer with her three best friends in a place she’d always dreamed of going to.

Who knew what adventures awaited her?

“Lucy wake up. We’re here.“

Gray kept shaking her until she eventually opened her eyes. His words hadn’t fully registered, so when the car passed under an arch bearing the Fairy Tail symbol, she jumped up so high she almost banged her head.

“We’re here!” She squealed.

“I literally just said that,” Gray scowled.

Lucy was practically hanging out of the passenger side window trying to get a good look at the place. The camp was surrounded by a large lake on one side and trees on the other. The excited chatter of other new arrivals drowned out the sound of the birds flitting through the trees, but Lucy still caught glimpses of them in the afternoon sun light. Gray parked in the gravel parking lot outside of the Reception cabin before she could get a better look at the place.

As the three of them got out of the car, the doors to the reception cabin burst open, drawing everyone in the parking lots attention. Parents of the camps younger attendees stared in shock as an older camp member burst through the doors wearing only a bikini top and cropped jeans. Lucy laughed at their expressions.

“Hey ass-wipes!” Cana called from the top of the steps, “Who’s ready for two months of drinking, partying, drinking, and getting laid!?“

“I thought we were here to learn the true meaning of music?” Loke replied skeptically, ignoring the horrified glances of nearby parents.

“I know I’m here to party and show off my drumming skills,” Cana winked at them. She drew out the ‘s’ on ‘skills’, making Lucy suspect she was a little tipsy already.

“And I’m here to show you what a real drummer looks like,“ Gray called back, gesturing to himself.

Cana stuck both her middle fingers up at him, completely oblivious to the heavy parental presence in the parking lot. Lucy shook her head in exasperation. Cana and Gray’s drumming rivalry was almost as infamous back at school as Cana’s drinking habits. Almost.

The fourth and final member of their notorious clique barrelled down the steps as Lucy stepped forward to properly greet her. Cana tackled her in a bear hug, making Lucy squeal and laugh.

“Me and my girl are gonna get us some nice tail,” Cana muttered to herself as she squeezed Lucy, “Some hotties. What are you into Lucy? Singers? A bassist? Maybe a cello player?”

“Cana,” Lucy whined, “Get off!“

“What?” Cana laughed as Lucy disentangled herself, “I know all the guys at camp are gonna love these.”

Lucy felt her face turn red as Cana groped her boobs. She swatted her friend’s hands away, but it was too late. Parents were already shielding their children’s eyes.

“Aahh, you guys are here!” Another voice called from the reception cabin.

At the top of the stairs stood Cana’s father, Gildarts. Lucy had always liked Cana’s father. Now even more so since he got them reduced entry to Fairy Tail. A part of her wondered if he had taken the job here over the summer because of how much he knew his daughter and her friends wanted to go. It seemed like the sort of thing he would do.

“Hey Mr. Clive,“ Lucy smiled at him as he reached the bottom of the steps.

“Lucy, how many times? Call me Gildarts,” He smiled in return. He then turned his attention to Gray and Loke, who still had yet to unload the car, “You guys unpacked the ladies luggage yet? C’mon, I’ll show ya where you can take her stuff, and then I’ll show you where you guys are at.“

“We do we have to lug around Lucy’s stuff?” Gray frowned, “Have you actually lifted her suitcase? I swear she packed her whole wardrobe!”

“Be a gentleman!” Gildarts scolded him as he opened the trunk, “And put a damn shirt on, you’re giving that girl over there a heart attack!”

Lucy and Cana turned to where Gildarts had gestured to. Sure enough, across the parking lot a delicate looking blue haired girl was staring at Gray’s bare chest, her face completely red. When Cana burst out laughing, the girls blush only deepened.

“C’mon,” Cana beamed when she finally got her laughter in check, “We’ll head over to the auditorium while your chaperone is sorting your shit out-“

“I’m not her chaperone!” Gray called from behind them.

“-My old man says he’s got a heck of a show planned for orientation,” Cana continued, ignoring Gray’s outburst completely, “I wanna get front row seats.”

Lucy let Cana pull her along with a smile on her face. This was it! Once orientation was over, she’d be an official Fairy Tail Camper! Along with a couple hundred other kids. She’d have to make friends in the crowd.

Natsu shuffled awkwardly as more and more people filed into the outdoor auditorium. He was anxious for this to be over. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be here- of course he did, he’d been waiting for this for months- it was just that he was anxious to get to his cabin. They’d been intrusted to leave their bags at reception, to be taken to their cabin during orientation.

Happy was still in the bag.

He’d managed to hold on to one of two of his most prized possessions he’d brought along though. Apparently, instruments didn’t count as luggage. Or the camp managers understood how precious they were to their players. Either way, Fev was strapped safely to Natsu’s back in her padded case.

“Excuse me,” A soft voice tapped his shoulder. “Can you take that off? It’s kinda hard to see.“

Natsu turned to see a small girl with wild blue hair smiling at him brightly. He muttered a few apologies and took his guitar from his shoulders, resting it against his feet instead.

“Thanks!” She grinned, and then gestured to the figure standing beside him, “Anything you can do about that giant?”

Beside him, Gajeel turned and scowled at the girl.

“Ain’t my fault you can’t see, Shrimp.“

The girl pouted at the back of Gajeel’s head as he turned away from her.

“Unfortunately, no,” Natsu sighed. “But if you can find a hack saw, I’ll be willing to make him short for you.”

The girl giggled, the sound turning into a laugh when she noticed Gajeel’s annoyed glance.

“I’m Levy,“ She introduced herself.

“Nice to meet you,” Natsu smiled shyly, “I’m-”

But he never got the chance to introduce himself. The giant speakers by the stage sent a crackling sound out the audience, effectively silencing them. Everyone gathered waited a moment, and then a voice drifted out. A voice Natsu knew quite well.

Is this real life?

Or is this just fantasy?

“Dude,” Gajeel grasped his arm in a death grip, his eyes fixed on the stage. “It’s not.“

Caught in a landslide,

No escape from reality.

“Dude,” Natsu began to grin, “it is.”

Open your eyes,

“Oh my god!” Levy squealed behind them, “I love this song!”

Apparently, everybody else did too. The music drifted out from the speakers, and the longer the song went on, the more people began to sing. By the time the second verse was over, over half the auditorium was singing.

At the third verse, Natsu and Gajeel’s attention was drawn from the stage when Levy began to do her own dramatic rendition.

“Mama, just killed a man,” she sang along dramatically, her arms making wild gun gestures, “Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he’s dead.“

Natsu glanced at Gajeel to see his cousin watching her with a strange mix of horror and fascination. Levy didn’t even notice him staring at her, she was so absorbed in the song.

By now, everyone who knew the song was singing along. Some of them doing so a lot like Levy. The people who weren’t singing along mostly consisted of younger kids who had no idea that they were listening to one of the greatest songs ever made.

His own voice joined the crowd and Natsu couldn’t help the giddy feeling that rose in his chest. This. This was what he lived for. That feeling that music gave you, like you were a part of something. Something very alive.

His fingers twitched as the guitar solo begun. He was concentrating so much on mimicking the notes against his thighs that he almost missed the appearance of a man on stage. He was a pretty big guy, his muscled chest clearly defined by the shirt that clung to him. He was grinning cockily as he brushed back some of the brown hair off his face.

“Are we ready for this kids?” He spoke into the microphone over the last notes of the solo, “Are we ready?”

The air was practically humming with energy and excitement when the guitar stopped. The piano picked up. Natsu grinned as everyone seemed to be bobbing their heads in time with the notes. When the vocals kicked back in, the man on stage waved his arms dramatically and pointed the microphone to the audience.

Everyone screamed the words at him.

I see a little silhouette of a man,

SCARAMOUCHE, SCARAMOUCHE, WILL YOU DO THE FANDANGO?

The man on stage gestured for certain parts of the audience to sing different parts of the song. Everyone became carried away with the music. Natsu forgot all his nervousness about starting camp and just let the music guide him. He was singing dramatically with strangers throughout the whole song. Even Gajeel seemed less intimidating when he was screaming Bohemian Rhapsody at you. Well, Levy seemed to think so at least.

When the song was over, people cheered despite their breathless laughter. The man on stage gave an over exaggerated bow and then laughed into his microphone.

“That was amazing you guys,” He said, and Natsu was included to agree. “My name is Gildarts Clive. Welcome to Fairy Tail!”

This got another cheer, perhaps even louder than before. This Gildarts guy sure knew how to get things going. After introducing himself, he went on to explain that he was the camp’s residence guidance councillor, and that he could likely be found in his office should anyone ever need him. After explaining where his office was, Gildarts then asked them to bid a warm welcome to the man in charge, Makarov Dryer.

Natsu still couldn’t believe it. He’d been to Fairy Tail a few times now, but this was the first time the director had been well enough to personally be there. It was one of the biggest draws for the camp; that Fairy Tail was ran by the infamous Makarov Dryer, the former guitarist to legendary band: The Ten Wizard Saints. But reading about it and actually seeing a living legend in the flesh were to entirely different things.

Reading about him was more impressive.

Somehow, all the photos didn’t manage to translate how tiny Makarov actually was. Natsu could barely see him from this distance away!

“Jeez,” Levy whispered behind him, “He’s shorter than me!”

Natsu bit back a laugh as Makarov welcomed them all and explained how things went down here at Fairy Tail. He wasn’t nearly as interesting as Gildarts had been, and Natsu soon found himself wondering if Happy had suffocated in his bag yet.

The next thing he knew, the show was over and it was time to make their way to the cabins. Natsu and Gajeel had been lucky enough- to use ‘lucky’ as an extremely loose term- to be roomed together, so he simply tried to follow his cousin’s unruly mane of hair through the crowd. Unfortunately, with all the people pushing and shoving, Natsu managed to lose sight of him pretty easily.

He stopped at the open field near the auditorium, standing on his tip toes to look over the crowd for Gajeel. Natsu’s grip was tight on the straps of his guitar case as people jostled to get past him. Where had that bastard run off to?

A weight collided with his back and he stumbled slightly.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” A light voice cried worriedly as slim fingers clasped his arm to steady him.

Natsu turned to tell them it was fine, but his breath stopped short when he realised who had bumped into him. Pale skin, blonde hair, even those damned short shorts.

“Lucy?” He breathed.

This couldn’t be happening. It was a miracle. The girl from the festival. His first kiss. She was here.

Lucy cocked her head to the side slightly, a small furrow appearing between her brows.

“Do I know you?” She asked politely.

His heart sank.

“I-I-” He stuttered.

“God damn it Lucy!” A skimpily clad brunette appeared from the crowd and grabbed her arm, “Hurry up! I want us to be sharing a bunk!”

Lucy laughed and let herself be pulled along, no doubt desperate to get away from his blubbering idiocy.

“See ya around!” She waved at him.

Natsu just stood there in shock.

He couldn’t form the words. He couldn’t even feel satisfied that he could prove to Gajeel that the girl he’d been pining over for months was actually real. The girl he’d written countless songs about was at Fairy Tail. His muse.

But she didn’t remember him.

Playlist:

Start of Something New - HSM

Where The Lines Overlap - Paramore

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

Live While We’re Young - One Direction

Walking Backwards - Sam Tsui

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In the Gardens

Rating: General Words: 4927

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The next morning, Nyasho was in a better mood. He’d gotten more of his painting done despite the interruption, and had forcibly put Alex out of his mind. The kid wasn’t his concern, wasn’t his student, wasn’t his problem.

There were extended family members coming to visit for the festival, due to arrive that day, and he was looking forward to it. He might not have a smooth relationship with all his immediate family, but he had good memories of spending time with his cousin when they were younger.

Breakfast was the usual quiet affair in the private courtyard, under the translucent awning and surrounded by flowering bushes. Fruit juice, eggs, fresh sliced fruits, and sweet quinoa raisin bread. This breakfast was for family and guests, and some of the higher level staff members.

Nyasho’s plate held a modest selection of his favorites, and he sat down with it next to his mother under a tree blooming with blue and pink flowers.

Alex skipped breakfast, not feeling hungry at all. He wasn’t sure if it was the heat or the terribly botched interaction with Nyasho the day before that was sapping any hunger pains he might’ve had. Instead, he lazed about in his room before his studies started in the morning. Even though the sun had already risen and was glaring angrily at him through the large window of his guest room, Alex didn’t want to get up.

Finally, he couldn’t postpone the inevitable any longer. Alex got ready for the day and headed down to the library for his studies. The tutor was already waiting for him when he arrived and he was thrown headfirst into his magic studies.

It was proving to be a marvelous day, with perfect weather for the start of the festival. The two weeks of celebration would begin that evening with an elegant parade and fireworks in the sky above the inland sea. It was never very cold or snowy in these parts, but in years past it had been uncomfortably hot on this day, or rainy. This year, that would not be the case.

Nyasho had his bangs pinned back today, his hair in a long narrow queue tied with a leather thong from which dangled a little brass bell. He was dressed in fine clothes, shades of green and black in draping silk and wool blended fabric. Small gold hoops adorned his ears. It was not his normal attire to wear robes such as these, but it was a special occasion and he was expected to look his best.

Formality notwithstanding, he had his own reasons for wishing to do so.

"Mid-afternoon found the elf out in the gardens strolling with his cousin Losarus. Losarus was Nyasho’s aunt’s eldest son, by way of marriage. His father’s sister had married a widower who already had two children, so Losarus had much fairer skin and hair than the rest of the family. His hair was a warm honey brown, and his blue eyes danced with infectious good humor. Unlike Nyasho, he wore lighter colors, white and yellow being the predominant hues.

They both held glasses of juice, and were talking and laughing softly together. Nyasho was happy to spend time with Losarus. In his opinion, he didn’t get to spend enough time with his cousin, who lived two days’ ride to the northeast. They had been much closer in their earlier years, but circumstance had taken Losarus’s family away.

No matter, today was a special day.

“So, ‘Yasho,” Losarus said, turning from the center of the path to lean an arm against a marble statue that faced a series of small fountains. “I hear you just got back home from Pentesh. How was the city?”

Nyasho stepped up next to him, bending to grab a small stone from next to the path and toss it into the nearest fountain. “I could not say. We were not there long enough for me to form an opinion.”

“It really was just a quick pick up, then, of your new guest?” Losarus raised his eyebrows.

“Yes,” Nyasho replied, not sure how much he was willing to say on the subject right then.

With his studies completed for the day and the afternoon free, Alex decided to do more exploring of the grounds. Changing into some lighter clothing, as the day was fairly hot, he headed out to the gardens to wander around and kill some time until the festivities began that night. The young blond was looking forward to getting lost in town and hoped to run off on his own for a while without supervision. There were so many servants at Taramakash that he felt he’d been watched constantly since he’d arrived. It was almost as bad as being at home in his Father’s estate.

However, as soon as Alex arrived in the gardens, his worries for the day drained away. The flowers were in full bloom on the trees and bushes. There were endless walking paths to make use of, tiled with beautiful stone work. Birds chirped in the trees, creating a melodious din that surrounded the garden in song. For a moment, Alex felt a twinge of regret for being away from home. He missed his sisters terribly, especially Andaria. As his twin, they’d been together since birth and whenever they were separated, Alex could feel an emptiness in his chest.

The thought dulled his good mood, leaving behind a light melancholy. With a sigh, he continued to explore around the garden. After a while, he found a stone bench and sat down to enjoy the solitude. It wasn’t long before he heard voices on the other side of a large shrubbery.

Losarus nodded, and searched for his own stone to throw into the fountain. Nyasho saw him select a flatter one and try and skip it, and he was marginally successful. Though he was more successful at disturbing the fish than bouncing the stone. “You got to meet the Immortal, didn’t you?”

“He’s… interesting,” Nyasho said, crouching to sit on the edge of the fountain. Trailing his fingers through the water, he watched as white and gold scales flashed under the surface in response. “I didn’t speak with him enough to form a personal opinion beyond what everyone knows about him.” He drank some of his juice.

“What about his son? Miloka told me that everyone says he’s known to be trouble. Did he give you any trouble along the way?” He sat next to Nyasho.

Nyasho took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “No, he was no trouble. But…” A frown creased his forehead and he tilted his head as he regarded his cousin thoughtfully.

The other elf raised a graceful eyebrow and returned the look. “But what?”

“He has no manners. I am not sure if he really wants to be here,” Nyasho replied. “It’s made him rude.”

At that, Losarus burst out laughing, and draped an arm over Nyasho’s shoulders. “Manners? Says the man who tossed his wine in a priest’s face last Feast Day!”

Nyasho straightened. “I had cause. He made a comment about my sister.”

“Uh-huh.” Losarus snorted and tilted his head against Nyasho’s. “Tell me another one.”

Clearing his throat, Nyasho glanced around them, then pulled away and stood up. “He told me I was too serious”

Losarus snickered. “You?”

“Well.” Nyasho bristled a little. “I don’t know him.”

“Fair enough.”

As the conversation on the other side of the hedge continued, Alex realized that one of the voices was Nyasho’s. The blond couldn’t hear all of the dialogue as it was masked by the running water of the fountain, however, he could make out most of it.

Alex almost laughed out loud when he realized they were talking about him and his interaction with the elf the other day. So, Nyasho had been angry because he’d pointed out the elf’s serious attitude? The fact that he’d been so bent out of shape over the comment only proved the truthfulness in Alex’s observation. At least he knew he hadn’t committed some grave sin against the elf’s honor.

Well, at least not yet anyway.

Finished with eavesdropping, Alex got up off the bench and walked around the hedge that hid the fountain from view. The conversation had changed from him and back to the festival as he rounded the corner and came into view. The two turned to him once they’d noticed his presence.

“Good afternoon, Nyasho,” Alex greeted as he walked towards the fountain. “I see you are enjoying the gardens on this fine day as well.”

Speaking together quietly and grinning about a joke that Losarus told, both elves looked up when Alex appeared and addressed Nyasho. The darker man stood up in a rush, startled by the intrusion, hastily brushing at his robes to remove invisible dirt. Losarus tilted his head up at Alex, then quirked an eyebrow at Nyasho, a smile tugging the corner of his mouth. He stood also, and straightened his robes.

“Hello, Alexander,” Nyasho said, his voice slightly rushed as he finished regaining his composure. Brushing a stray lock of hair back behind his ear, he gestured to his cousin. “I am, uh, as is my cousin. This is Losarus al’Galai. Losarus, this is Alexander Pentaro.”

Losarus stood up and put his hands on his hips. “I’ve heard so much about the Immortal and his family, but I’ve never met any of them before.” With a grin that made his eyes sparkle, he gave Alex a half bow. “A pleasure, young human.”

“Same here,” Alex replied to Losarus, bowing back to him. “Though I’m sorry to disappoint you. Even though my father is a powerful man, I’m not nearly as interesting.” He smiled at the two elves, his mood improving. “I hope I haven’t interrupted anything. I was just wandering around the gardens to enjoy the nice weather.”

“It is quite nice weather today, isn’t it?” Losarus said before Nyasho could comment, running his fingers through his hair and smiling up into the blossoming foliage of the nearest tree. “Don’t worry, we weren’t discussing anything of earth-shattering import. Unless you count what the high priestess will be wearing in the procession for the festival’s opening ceremonies to be important.” He threw Nyasho an impish wink, to which Nyasho’s response was a grunt.

“Some would think it is, I’m sure,” Nyasho said wryly, folding his arms.

“Fun fact,” Losarus said, holding up the back of his hand and speaking in a conspicuous whisper. “The dress is pink.”

“It’s always pink,” Nyasho snorted.

The other elf frowned dramatically. “What’s wrong with pink?” he asked in a sulky tone.

“Oh, for—”

Slapping Nyasho on the back, Losarus took a step towards Alex. “Anyway, well met. Would you care to join us for the festivities this evening?”

Nyasho blinked, but his expression betrayed nothing. He’d been told that he was to see to that detail, and make sure that Alex was fully able to experience the festival while he was here, but he wasn’t expecting his cousin to take this kind of initiative.

“I would love to,” Alex replied with a grin. “I was hoping to go to the festival tonight. It would be nice to have company. As long as Nyasho doesn’t mind me accompanying you both, that is.” Alex then looked to the elf in question, his green eyes lighting up with mischief. Nyasho’s cousin seemed to be more laid back than the stuffy elf was, and perhaps he’d be able to cut loose a bit at the festival. There was something about Nyasho that intrigued Alex, and he wanted to get to know the elf better. He’d had nothing but failed attempts so far. With any luck, he’d get the elf to be less confrontational.

Nyasho gave no indication that he had noticed the gleam in Alex’s eyes, instead lifting his hand to examine his already perfect fingernails. “I have no objection,” he said mildly. “As long as you can educate yourself on proper etiquette during the ceremony. Not being of the priesthood, I am not qualified to teach you. I’m sure if you pay a visit to the temple you could get some advice.” He flicked his eyes up to the blond’s. “Or find a book in the library.”

“Oh, yes, the library!” Losarus said, his tone and his expression sincere. “Have you seen it, young Alex? It is an excellent library. Far superior to the one at my home.”

Alex gave Nyasho a strained smile at the mention of the library. He’d already spent half his day stuck in the enormous room, choking on dust and old books. He didn’t relish spending more time in there than necessary. It wasn’t that he exactly hated reading or libraries, but he could only tolerate so much literature before he became bored.

Either way, he decided to play nice. “Yes, I’m well acquainted with the library. It’s most impressive,” Alex answered Losarus. “And if you think it would be appropriate, Nyasho, I’m sure I will be able to get in some quick instruction on proper etiquette before the festivities.”

Losarus gave Nyasho a quick look, and cleared his throat. “Oh, I’m sure it’s not absolutely necessary, is it? Who would expect him to know anything about that, having just arrived? I’m sure you’ll do fine, Alex.” He smiled at the human, and threw an arm over Nyasho’s shoulder. “You’re just a boy, in any case! Anyone would be far more interested in your race and your pedigree than, say, if you put your hand over your heart flat or in a fist when the high priestess goes by.”

With a shrug, Nyasho deftly extricated himself from underneath his cousin’s arm. “Well it matters not to me if he embarrasses himself. I’m not his mother.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much,” Losarus said to Alex with a wink. “Tell me though, have you ever seen fireworks?”

Seeming to have dodged the library and Nyasho’s ridiculous suggestion, Alex felt relief flow over him. He didn’t really want to do anymore studying that day. He was certain Nyasho was only bating him. Well, at least his cousin was easy enough to converse with. The blond smiled and answered. “I have a few times at my father’s estate. I’m quite fond of them.”

“Ah, you will be so pleased, then, by the fireworks we have here,” Losarus said, stepping forward to put his arm over Alex’s shoulder this time. He leaned in and spread an arm out, gesturing outward as he spoke. “And by here, I mean our nation of Handross. You see,” he held up one finger and tapped the side of his nose, “there are ingredients that we elves have access to that do not exist in your human lands. It’s all very alchemical, but some compounds burn more fiercely, or in many colors instead of just one.”

Across from them, Nyasho crossed his arms and gave his cousin a dubious look, more for his theatric behavior than what it was he was saying. However, he made no comment, instead walking across the paved area around the fountain to pluck a piece of green fruit from a tree. He sat down with it on a carved marble bench and took a bite, crossing his legs casually.

“Please forgive my enthusiasm,” Losarus said, gracing Alex with a cheeky grin. “I adore alchemy. It is my primary training, you see. I could give you all sorts of details if you wished.”

“You could even find a book with big pretty pictures,” Nyasho threw in sardonically.

Alex chuckled, waving off Losarus’ apology. “Actually, your enthusiasm is refreshing. It’s nice to know that Nyasho’s stiff personality doesn’t run in the family.” He looked over at the elf in question, and smirked. He couldn’t help but make the comment, even if it was probably going to cause trouble. What the hell, Alex thought. If Nyasho was going to be as stiff as a board, the least he could do is have some fun with it.

At that, Losarus shook his head, a forlorn expression on his face. “No, no it doesn’t,” he said. “It is a genetic defect, sadly. The nanny dropped him on his head as a child, too, poor thing. You can’t blame him, truly.” He let out a heavy sigh.

The look Nyasho gave his cousin then bordered on murderous, and his fingernails dug into the fruit he held with how hard he squeezed it. Standing abruptly, he turned and stalked off, juice dripping from his fingers unnoticed. Or perhaps he simply did not care.

“Hmm, I may have overdone that,” Losarus said, pursing his lips and looking after his cousin. He dropped the arm from Alex’s shoulder and wiped a hand down his face. This time, his frown was more genuine.

Alex sighed, watching as Nyasho stalked off in a huff. He had to admit he felt a little bad, as did Losarus. Every time he tried to loosen up the atmosphere around Nyasho, something terrible seemed to happen. “Is he always like this?” the blond asked, sending a glance at the elf, “Or is it just me?”

After a few moments regarding Alex quietly, Losarus rubbed the back of his neck. “Unfortunately, to answer your question I would have to say things that are not my place to speak of to you.”

He studied Alex, rubbing his chin as he appeared to think something over, or come to some decision. “If I were you, I shouldn’t feel obligated to come to the festival with us. You’re welcome to, no doubt. It is my understanding that, to provide for your safety during your stay here, you’re expected to have an escort whenever you leave the grounds, is that correct?”

“Unfortunately, yes. I apparently can’t be trusted to take care of myself,” Alex answered, the reminder frustrating him a bit. He turned his attention from Losarus to the path that Nyasho took to escape their jibes. It irked him, the way the elf had treated him since he’d arrived. He was stuffy, pretentious, and so high on his horse that Alex swore he couldn’t even see him from the ground. He’d been hoping the two of them would be able to get along and have some fun in between his study sessions, but that was looking to be less and less likely as time went on.

The blond had enough of the tension. “Excuse me, Losarus. There’s something I need to do.” He left Nyasho’s cousin behind as he followed the path the he had used to escape from them. The wind picked up and tossed his hair in his eyes as he tried to catch up to Nyasho. The elf was faster than he thought.

After a few minutes, he managed to catch up to his quarry. Nyasho was still walking, the fruit in his hand crushed and dripping juice and he walked with angered purpose. Just as Alex was catching up to him, he called out. “Nyasho!”

He hoped the elf wouldn’t simply walk faster in an attempt to avoid him. It wasn’t difficult to detect the footsteps following after him, but Nyasho kept walking until his name was called. Then it was all he could do not to whirl and glare at the offensive little brat. Instead, he stopped and turned around to face the human, and it was all he could do to keep from crossing his arms and retain a neutral expression. The look in his eyes was far from neutral, however; he was angry.

“Yes?” he said, his voice displaying the same tension that the rest of his posture held. He was going to remain polite with Alex if it killed him.

Alex stopped just a few feet from Nyasho, not missing the anger radiating from his whole body. He took a breath before he started in, knowing he’d probably need it. “Look, I’m sorry I teased you earlier. I’m not trying to offend you, but it seems to keep happening.” He watched Nyasho, unsure of how the elf was going to react. So far, his instincts were not working and he wasn’t sure if it was the cultural differences or if Alex was simply off his game. Either way, he wanted to patch things up.

Nyasho’s mouth pressed into a thin line, and although his expression relaxed slightly, he still looked as if he would rather walk away again. “I am not offended,” he lied. “Is there something I can help you with?”

There was some defense to be had hiding behind protocol, though Nyasho knew that he wasn’t going to be able to do so forever. He had to live here, and Alex was going to be a guest for several months. If the boy was going to be an inquisitive bother the whole time, he didn’t know what he was going to do.

Alex huffed, obviously not taken in by Nyasho’s false proclamation. “Nyasho, I know you’re mad at me, and I honestly don’t know why you’re this irritated. Have I caused you some great offense that I’m unaware of?” the blond asked, point blank. He was done screwing around and was tired of whatever games were being played. “If you’re simply adverse to my company, please let me know now so I don’t waste your or my time.”

“If you know with such surety that I’m mad at you, then clearly you have,” Nyasho said, unable to hold his tongue on that point. Everything the boy just said was so obvious he couldn’t help himself.

“You have readily formed opinions about me and my life without knowing a single thing about me. It is my experience that it’s useless to explain things to people who do that.” In fact, Nyasho was angrier at his cousin right then, but like a self-centered brat, Alex was making it all about himself.

Alex raised an eyebrow at Nyasho’s comments. “You’ve given me nothing else to form an opinion with,” he replied. He was surprisingly calm considering the situation. “If you want me to find someone else to go to the festival with other than you and your cousin, I will do so. I’m not going to be where I’m not wanted.”

The elf folded his arms and looked down at Alex, thinking about what the boy said. He was under no obligation to give him anything. He’d tried to make things smoother between Alex and the steward, and Alex had seemed more interested in acting like a child and rolling his eyes at the man’s back. Right in front of Nyasho, too. Nyasho wouldn’t have been surprised to see him sticking his tongue out at that point, and he certainly resented being made to feel like a babysitter.

How could he see Alex as anything but a child? The boy had assumed that Nyasho automatically felt comfortable being informal with him, and had teased him about things he knew absolutely nothing about.

“You have assumed that you and I are social equals, and we are not. Around my father’s men, and on this estate, that matters.” He wasn’t going to elaborate more than that. He suspected he could talk until he was blue in the face and Alex would not possess the maturity to understand it.

Straightening, he let his arms fall to his sides. “I was asked to make sure you were given the opportunity to enjoy yourself at the festival. Since your assumptions about me seem to cause you some distress, I shall find someone else to accompany you.”

Alex’s blond eyebrows furrowed at the comment. Not social equals? What exactly did he mean by that? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to get into the mess of social status right then. “My only distress is with being treated like I’m an unwanted nuisance. I would still like to go to the festival with you and your cousin, but only if you don’t mind my presence. I don’t want to be where I’m unwelcome.”

Folding his hands behind his back, Nyasho looked away from Alex. “It’s your attitude of familiarity and your assumptions that I mind.” If circumstances had been different, maybe he would have elaborated further for Alex, but as it was, he did not trust him. He had already tried talking to him normally, and Alex had laughed at him, told him he was too serious, and had insulted Nyasho’s family. Albeit unknowingly, but that was no excuse.

Nyasho felt that if he gave Alex any more information, Alex would either use it against him or would ask for more details, which he wasn’t about to give. Besides, he had never treated Alex as if he were a nuisance, had he?

Returning his gaze to the young man, he said, “Is that something you can at least try to understand?”

“Assumptions aside,” Alex began, his hands on his hips as he spoke. “What you might call an attitude of familiarity is simply my way of being friendly. I didn’t realize being nice was so improper.” There was attitude in his voice, and it was clear the blond was frustrated with the way the conversation was moving.

The boy’s entire attitude was dripping with youthful arrogance, and Nyasho wondered what Alex could have thought would come of confronting him like this. If he wanted to make friends, he was going about it in the wrong way with making excuses instead of trying to understand where Nyasho was coming from. Alex was obviously not capable of adapting to new social situations.

“You have a lot to learn about living with elven nobility,” Nyasho said with a wry twist to his lips. In his mind, this was evidence that either no one had told Alex he would have cultural differences to deal with, or Alex had ignored that advice. “In any case, my cousin was the one who insulted me, so I cannot help but wonder what could possibly have possessed you to take my departure personally,” he added.

“Well, if being proper with elven nobility means turning into a pretentious snob, count me out,” Alex shot back, suddenly fed up with the entire conversation. He turned quickly seeing the nearest exit and headed towards it. The blond needed to get away from everyone and calm down. He’d already said too much as it was.

That was a predictable response, to be sure, but it didn’t answer Nyasho’s question. If he had phrased it as a question, there was no guarantee Alex would have answered anyway. He doubted even Alex himself knew. “Come to my father’s house and get angry with me for behaving as my father expects,” he muttered to himself. As if Nyasho himself wasn’t aware that elven nobility was very serious, but simply wishing or pretending that the expectations placed on him were not so severe would not make it so.

There was almost a rule in this household that you were not supposed to show that you had a sense of humor. Losarus was the only exception, because he was family, but not immediate family. Were it not for his cousin’s presence here for the festival, and being required to “babysit” Alex, Nyasho would have left home to enjoy the holiday elsewhere. Somewhere he could relax would be better than this, better than being tied down by special circumstances.

“Sorry about that.”

It was Losarus, approaching from the other direction. Nyasho scowled at him, not appreciating the interruption of his private thoughts. “You damn well should be,” he snapped. “You are going home after the Lily Festival, and I will be stuck with that human in my house with my father expecting me to play host. You could try to care how much trouble you cause me.”

Losarus sighed, and stepped up to him. “I know, I know. I really am sorry. Could you forgive me?”

Pursing his lips, Nyasho glanced at his cousin’s upturned palms, then back at his cousin’s face. “I don’t know if I want to.”

Without asking, Losarus took Nyasho’s hands in his. “I’ll make it worth your while, mm?” he said, voice barely above a murmur.

Nyasho narrowed his eyes, and pulled his hands back. “Don’t.”

Losarus shrugged, then grinned. “Suit yourself. Shall we go find your sister now?”

“Sure,” Nyasho agreed. He wasn’t looking forward to fending off Alex’s immature behavior later, but… Well, that was later.

Alex ran off into the nearby wooded areas, leaving the main area of the estate. He wasn’t sure if he was even still on the grounds, but he didn’t much care either way. He needed the fresh air to clear his head and keep himself grounded. When he was sure he was totally alone and no one had followed him (not that anyone, especially Nyasho, would) he found a comfortable patch of grass to sit down on. Surrounded by trees, Alex closed his eyes and relaxed, the sounds of birds and the wind lightly echoing in his ears.

He knew he shouldn’t run off like he did, but he needed the alone time. Even staying in his room was too stifling. There was always someone checking over their shoulder to make sure he wasn’t getting into trouble. He’d only been here a short time, how was he going to survive the long summer? With a deep sigh, he decided to hide out in the woods until the festival began then head into town. Even though he was told not to leave the grounds without an escort, he really didn’t care. He’d go to the festival alone and they could punish him later for it.

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