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sapphire - part 2

Peter Parker x reader

A/n: Part 1 is up on my page! There’s a couple flashbacks in this one so I put the dates before so it doesn’t get confusing. If you enjoy this one, like or reblog to share! I already wrote part 3 and it’s my favorite one yet so that’ll def be up soon :)

tag- @juliannaamonroe

Warnings: swearing, make out, violence

(September 1)

We’re one minute away. Come out hoe!

You smile as you read the text, glancing at yourself in the mirror again, nerves and excitement ablaze in your stomach. You’d been planning for this day since last winter, and now it was finally here. You adjust your carefully styled hair and double check that the natural makeup you applied was sitting on your skin correctly.

Of course it was. That goddamn injection sometimes made you feel like a vampire out of twilight and sometimes you still got surprised when you saw your own face while passing a mirror or a particularly reflective window. You smooth down the ruffles of your short black skirt and tug the top of your tank top down so a bit more of your curves show.

You put on your white sneakers and tug your shirt back up to cover your chest again. We’ll have to work up to that, I guess. A long honk sounds from outside your apartment building and you curse as you scramble to grab your backpack and phone before running down and out the front steps.

“Awwww,” You say sweetly at the sight of the two girls who had become your best friends. “That’s the shirt you were wearing when we met, Ally.” You jokingly brush away a tear, pretending to be ultra touched.

“Best damn day of my life.” Ally says from her spot in the drivers seat, laughing at your dramatics. She may be joking around, but her sentiment makes your heart clench. This year really was going to be different.

***

(July 3)

You quickly realized you needed to find some Midtown friends if your plan for senior year was going to work. If you dared to show up looking, well, like you do, completely alone and friendless, you might become even more of an outcast than you were before. The first month of summer had been the least lonely time of your year so far, thanks to a certain Spiderman.

The two of you spent most of your nights together, flying through the city, fighting crime together, and talking. The “slow” nights that used to fill you with boredom quickly became your favorite when he was involved. The sound of his laugh and the jokes he makes during fights quickly became the highlight of your days.

But you couldn’t let yourself get too distracted by him. After all, neither of you knew what the other looked like. The only other boy you’d ever found remotely cute (other than celebrities) was nerdy Peter Parker from your high school. He wasn’t your usual type and he seemed to be just as shy as you were, so you had little (zero) hope that it would ever lead to anything more than a smile during the hallway if you accidentally made eye contact.

Sorry Spiderman, but no way in hell are you gonna make me lose my focus. The loneliness you had felt through the last three years of high school was too much. Your plan had to work. So that night as the two of you patrolled together, you softly mentioned that you were going to a pool party tomorrow and wouldn’t be able to meet.

He seemed a bit disappointed, but you brushed it off, trying to remember the names of the girls at your school who seemed nice. Peter, however, couldn’t focus on anything other than the fact that you had told him where you would be tomorrow. There was only so many pool parties in a city like New York.

You tried not to think about who was under the Spiderman mask out of respect and, to be honest, it seemed like a pointless endeavor. Peter was not the same. No matter how tired he was from patrol, he always had time to lay awake before he fell asleep and picture what you would look like under the mask.

There wasn’t very many people who understood Peter’s secret life. None, actually, until you. Maybe that was why he was so intrigued by you, because you were so similar, but in his heart he knew that wasn’t it. He liked you. And he hated himself for it. But once you mentioned the pool party, he made sure to take one long last glance at the color of your hair before you two said goodbye. Just in case he happened to see that same hair tomorrow.

(July 4)

You were so, so nervous. Your closet of exclusively sweats and hoodies was trashed as Part 1 of your plan, much to your mother’s happiness. She had always been honest about her hatred of your junior year clothes and was extremely excited to purchase everything you needed. As distant as she was, you had to give her a little credit.

Although you’d been wearing the new clothes for the past month, this was the first time you were doing it so publicly. Your denim shorts exposed miles of smooth leg, and you’d decided to wear a red tube top in honor of the holiday-not to mention it really showed off your curves. You’d meticulously done your hair and makeup like you’d been practicing the past month and prayed that somebody would talk to you today.

You’d seen the flyer for the Fourth of July party on Instagram, which had been step 2. Unfortunately, you had two followers. Your mom and her boyfriend. Step 2 is a work in progress.

One long walk later, and you’re in front of the address. You swear you could explode of nerves right there, but instead you take a deep breath and force your legs to carry you inside the house and towards the people out by the pool.

Your eyes are so focused on your destination, the glass sliding door, that you barely notice when you bump shoulders with someone, causing you to drop your phone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” You say, reaching down to grab your phone.

“Oh my god, stop. That was totally my fault.” You stand back up to see the girl who was speaking, and you recognize her immediately. Her name is Ally, and she’s a part of the most popular group at school. Despite her long black hair and sweet smile, you haven’t heard many good things about her. Not the type of person you were looking for.

“Do you go to Midtown? I don’t think I’ve seen you around.” Ally says, making no move to walk away from the conversation.

“Yeah, actually. My name is Y/n?” You don’t miss the way her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen with confusion and shock. You’re embarrassed now, realizing maybe you weren’t as invisible as you’d thought. In an effort to explain away the last few years, “My dad left a couple years ago and it was pretty hard on me, but I’m all better now.” You flash the most dazzling smile you can manage and hope she accepts it.

“No way, mine did too!” She gasps as she grabs your hands. You feel a small pang of guilt at that. It was a lie, you had no idea who your dad was and frankly, you didn’t think your mom knew either.

The conversation starts to flow between you and Ally easily as you make your way out to the pool. “This is my best friend Betty.” Ally introduces you to the sweet-as-pie girl and the three of you quickly fall into a conversation like you’d known each other forever. A few of their guy friends tried to come up and talk to you, but she just waved them away. “Leave us alone, we just met our new best friend.”

You felt bad for judging Ally so harshly earlier, blindly trusting the stupid rumors you’d heard about her. Popular or not, the three of you got along better than any of the other friends you’d tried to make throughout your life. They do briefly make fun of your instagram before forcing you to take and post pictures with the two of them by the pool. They both tag your account.

Peter didn’t seem to share the good luck you did. He’d dragged Ned to 6 different pool parties across the city and saw no one who looked like Sapphire. Disappointed, he spent the night patrolling alone and dodging fireworks.

***

(September 1)

Since that day, you’d become a trio with Ally and Betty. The day after the pool party you’d woken up to nearly 1,000 followers on your instagram. Everyone from Midtown who never gave you a second look when you had your hood shoved over your head now wanted to be your friend.

The three of you spent the rest of your summer days together, and you fit into the popular friend group better than you could have imagined. Maybe you watched too many teen movies, but you expected them to be mean. The only mean one was Flash, and even he was basically harmless. You’d given up Saturday night patrols with Spiderman for a weekly girls night with your new best friends. You thought having new friends and a bustling social life would’ve made it easier to forget about Spiderman, but somehow he seeped into every area of your life.

That damn laugh. As Ally and Betty sing along to the radio loudly, you bite your lip to stop a dumb smile from rising to your lips. God, just thinking about him made you flustered. As Ally drives into the school parking lot, nerves bubble in your stomach.

As if you aren’t stressed enough, your brain decides this is the perfect moment to remind you of the one night this summer you and Spiderman haven’t talked about since.

*** (August 14)

The two of you were sprawled out on a gravel rooftop next to each other. Not the most comfortable of relaxing spots, but you’d both grown tired of flying around under the summer heat with no hint of trouble for miles.

“This sucks.” Spiderman huffs out.

“Rude.” You reply quickly, even though you know he isn’t talking about you.

“Oh, no,” He immediately sits up. “I didn’t mean you suck, I just meant, you know, because there’s not much going on right now and it’s hot and-” He sees your cheeky smile and stops himself with a laugh. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s cute.” You bite your lip. The fuck did I just say? Before you can begin to explain, he jumps to his feet.

“Spidey sense, let’s go!” You jump up too and follow after him as he jumps off the building. Thank god. I’ve never been so grateful that someone’s in trouble. The fight was tough, even with the both of you. These men had strange guns that keep firing at you and Spiderman even though you’d tried multiple times to crush them with your powers.

“The guns are magic-proof! I can’t destroy them!” You yell over to Spiderman as you take down one of the men in between punches.

Somehow, two men get ahold of their guns and corner you. Just as you start levitating to fly over them, a web shoots from somewhere behind them and the men and their guns are yanked away. Spiderman wastes no time and you swear he seems angry with the two men as he webs them to the wall next to their friends before picking up the guns and violently smashing them on the ground.

You’re still frozen in shock, watching him. When he seems to be satisfied with the broken pile of guns on the floor, he runs back over to you. “I’m so sorry, I know we promised-” You finally break out of whatever trance you were in to place a finger over his lips, casting a disgusted glance towards the men staring at you from their webbed cocoons.

“Not here.” You say quietly, and fly the two of you quickly up to the roof. He blinks for a second, his head spinning from the speed. You rarely use your full speed, especially with him, but you had to get out of there. “Okay, go ahead.” You say after a second of silence.

“I’m so sorry, I know we agreed not to get in each other’s way, and I know you can handle yourself, probably better than I can. Hold on, I didn’t mean I handle you. That sounded weird. Anyways, I just got so angry when I saw those men pointing their guns at you I had to-” He’s talking about the agreement you two had made when you first started working together. You both obviously were skilled, so you agreed that you wouldn’t interrupt each other’s fights unless asked.

“Spidey, I really don’t care you interrupted. It was hot.” JESUS CHRIST NOT AGAIN. You immediately winced and slap a hand over your mouth. “Oh my god I did NOT mean to say that I’m so sorry.”

Your rambling is cut off as Spiderman’s hand travels up to the bottom of his mask and you think your eyes might fall out of your head with how wide they become as he begins to pull it up, revealing the soft pale skin of his neck.

His jaw, chin, and then lips become visible as he lets the mask rest on his nose. The 0.5 seconds that have passed since you stopped talking feel like an eternity until he suddenly leans forward, crashing his lips into yours. Spiderman is an amazing kisser, you decide, as you gently kiss him back.

WHAT AM I DOING? Your mind is going haywire but instead of stopping, you deepen the kiss and nearly smile when he lets out a low moan. Everything you’ve told yourself about focus and distractions flies out the window when his gloved hands clutch your waist and pull you closer to him than you thought possible.

It feels like it’s only been a second when he pulls away, but your eyes flicker to his swollen lips and you know it must have been longer. You smile as you stare at his lips, only inches from yours, but as your gaze moves to the rest of his exposed skin the smile drops slowly.

Your rational mind comes back. It’s easy to forget when you’re with him that you’ve only known each other a couple months. How could you do this? Your first time making out with a boy, and he doesn’t even know your name.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You whisper as he starts to say something. “Sorry, what were you going to say?” He blinks slowly and takes a deep breath before stepping away from you.

“Nevermind. See you tomorrow.” And he swings away from you. You silently curse yourself for being such a big mouth, wanting to know what he would have said. You can’t help the small voice in the back of your head, telling you that you made the wrong decision.

You raise your hand to run your fingers along your tingling lips before flying home as fast as you can.

***

(September 1)

You wince at the painful memory before reminding yourself everything was back to normal the next day and neither of you mentioned it again. You still weren’t sure if that was good or bad. You force all thoughts of Spiderman out of your brain and even give Ally an encouraging cheer when she successfully parks on her first try.

You don’t remember Midtown having so many fucking students last year, but maybe it was because they were all staring at you. Any confidence you’d had as you opened Ally’s car door had disappeared as everyone around you turned to gawk. The bright smile you’d pasted on a second ago quickly fell and you glanced at Ally nervously.

“Come on, girls!” She says enthusiastically, grabbing an arm from you and Betty as she breaks the brief moment of awkward silence. God bless you Ally. As the three of you hoist your bags over your shoulders and make your way into the school, you mouth a quick thank you her way, hoping she can see your genuine appreciation. She smiles at you. “I’m happy we’re going into this year as three instead of two.”

Betty leans forward to smile at you. “Me too, y/n. I’m really happy you’re here.” You smile back brightly. There really was no one as sweet as Betty.

“You won’t be so happy I’m here when I talk your ear off during class.” The three of you continue laughing and joking your way down the hall to stop at your lockers.

“Oh my god, is that Y/n?” Ned interrupts Peter’s latest ramble about his night with Sapphire. Usually, he really did listen. Ned was fully invested in the superhero love story, as he called it, unfolding. But the sight of a girl notorious for hiding in her own baggy clothes across the hall in a miniskirt and tank top was more important.

“Y/n?” Peter asks, confused why Ned wasn’t paying attention. But when he turned around to see what Ned was staring at, he understood. He’d seen you around school the past three years, but never like this.

You looked like a fucking model. And everyone in the hall couldn’t help but stare. “Holy shit.”

“Right, dude?” Ned breathes out, the two of them shamelessly staring. “Why didn’t that happen to me over summer? Oh my god, of course she’s friends with Betty.”

Peter laughs as his best friend goes on about “two pretty best friends” but he can’t take his eyes off of you. The light in your eyes as you joke with your friends, making them double over in laughter, feels strangely familiar. Or maybe that’s wishful thinking on his part because you’re extremely pretty.

He watches in surprise as you and Ally walk up to the AP Chem classroom, waving goodbye to Betty sadly as she heads off to English. You turn to walk into the classroom after Ally, but you pause and look back down the hallway-right at him. Instead of yelling at him for being a creep like he expected, you smile at him widely before heading into the class. He exhales deeply and glances down at his schedule quickly, a smile appearing. AP Chem.

Of course his thoughts are still consumed by Sapphire, but it was hard to ignore you especially after seeing his name on the seating chart next to yours in the back row. Plus, Sapphire was the one who’d shot him down after he finally tried to make a move after catching onto the hints he thought she’d been dropping.

He felt bad for thinking that about her, he didn’t blame her at all. He knew there was a million reasons they shouldn’t be together-and he didn’t want to know specifics on why he wasn’t good enough. Sapphire hadn’t brought up that night since, and he was fine to pretend it never happened.

You were already in your seat at the lab table, but Ally was still standing next to you waving her hands wildly as you two spoke. He doesn’t want to interrupt so he freezes in place, unsure of whether or not to go sit down. He’d thought you were cute, and a little shy like him in freshman and sophomore year and he remembered the many times he would look at you from across the room like he is now.

His eyes had been quick to find you whenever you two were in the same room ever since the first day of school freshman year when you smiled at him in the hall. Even last year, when all he saw of you was a curled up lump at your desk or a sliver of hair peeking out from behind your hood he still noticed you.

Luckily for him, the bell rings and he slides into his seat just as the teacher begins speaking. “Hi, Peter.” You lean over to him, your shoulders nearly touching, and whisper so the teacher doesn’t hear. “I’m y/n.” You smile warmly as his cheeks and ears turn light pink.

“You don’t have to introduce yourself. We’ve gone to school together since we were 6?” Now it’s your turn to be embarrassed and you purse your lips together.

“No, I know, just-” Peter notices you seem a bit frustrated as you glance around the room and then lean even closer to him. “Everybody thinks I’m new.” You nervously mess with your bracelet.

“You do look a bit different.” He points out and you raise your eyebrows before sighing slowly and shrugging.

“I was just sick of feeling invisible, you know. Not because I care what anyone here thinks. Last year was just, really, really lonely.” Peter watches you intently as you speak, hanging onto your every word.

Your confession made him sad. If only he’d been brave enough to ask if you were okay. You pause for a second and meet his eyes. Any other guy in this school would’ve laughed at you by now. You gesture to your outfit and nervously adjust your skirt. “I’m also not a superficial person. It wasn’t about changing how I looked, I just needed the confidence to put myself out there.” You pause and nod towards Ally with a smile. Peter glances over to Ally and sees her blow you a kiss, which you catch across the room with a giggle.

I miss you! She mouths with a dramatic frown and this time Peter laughs quietly with you. “I thought she was a bitch before I met her.” He looks at you with surprise to find you smiling at him. “But,” you hold up a finger for dramatic effect, “because I put myself out there, I met my best friends. A lot of people around here judge on appearances. I’m not like that anymore.” You say with confidence.

“That’s really cool of you.” Peter whispers back, and the sound sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. He’s so close to you and the feelings you thought you left behind two years ago don’t seem so left behind as you stare into his warm eyes. “For the record, I’d be your friend no matter what you look like.”

Peter has only been this nervous a couple times before in his life, and he can’t help but feel like he’s betraying Sapphire with the way he’s thinking about you. He watches as you smile warmly at his words and extend your hand towards his.

“Friends? Even though I'm so much uglier now?” You pout your bottom lip out, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. He nearly laughs out loud and has to remind himself you’re still in class. “I know guys go wild for the homeless man sweatpants look.” You’re both trying to hold back your laughter, shaking silently in the back of the class as he raises his hand and grabs yours.

“Friends.” Peter isn’t sure why he keeps going, but he does. “And just so you know, you were never ugly. I don’t know why you tried so hard to hide yourself last year, but even then,” the words leaving his mouth sound confident but Peter takes a deep breath before looking up from his lap to meet your eyes. Your wide eyes and surprised smile give him just the confidence he needs to finish. “You could never be ugly.” Peter can hear his heart beating.

You blink at him. This boy could not be real. Here he was, basically implying that the one thing you had wanted all along, for somebody to notice you, was true. Not only was it true, but it was Peter fucking Parker telling you this. Despite everything that had changed you in the past year, the giddy feeling in your bones brought you back to sophomore year and pining over Peter.

“Really?” Your smile spreads and he seems to let out a deep breath of relief.

“Yeah.” He smiles back at you until your sweet moment is interrupted by a fat ass syllabus dropping onto the lab table in front of you.

“Fuck,” you whisper. “This class is gonna be so much homework.” You turn the page so Peter can briefly see the list of projects alone, and it’s enough to make him cringe.

Something about the way the whispers travel back and forth between you all class makes you realize you hadn’t fallen into a friendship this easily, even with Ally. Even with Spiderman, your brain points out.

A red and blue suit swings into your mind and you are hit with a wave of guilt. Not two hours ago I was thinking about my make out with Spiderman, and now I’m comparing him to Peter?

You have all but one class together, and you can’t help but glance in Peter’s direction any chance you get. The only time you don’t see him is at lunch, even though you look all around the lunch room for him or the boy he’d been standing with this morning. You thought it would be too creepy to ask him where he’d been.

Finally, the last bell of the day rang, and you were sure if you didn’t have superpowers you would’ve been exhausted. School is kinda draining when you actually acknowledge people. Ally and Betty share your complaints about being tired on your drive home, all three of you agreeing you need naps. You kiss them both on the cheek and wave goodbye before heading up to your room.

Forget what I said about having superpowers. I’m fucking tired. You lay down on your bed, groaning into the pillow at the thought of having to patrol tonight. You sat up abruptly. You’d never dreaded patrol, it was always the thing you looked forward to. You glance towards the suit in your closet and sigh.

It’s not patrol I’m nervous about. It’s him. You feel incredibly guilty about today. I’m not a two timer. If I want to like Peter, I have to talk to Spiderman about that kiss first. You start to make your way over to the closet before another wave of exhaustion hits, sending you straight back to your bed.

After a nap. Then we’ll talk.

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sixtyeightdays · 4 years

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The Queen

She is not playing dolls. She is stalking the halls; living off thrill of the kill. Marinette can smell fear.

this mini speech drabble is inspired by HBIC by @unmaskedagain and The Pigtails Are Off by @para-dox-normal

WARNING: MILD VIOLENCE , SLIGHTLY GRAPHIC

Marinette left the class, after depositing ribbons into the hands of a few of her classmates.

Alya turned to face Nino, whose hat was still drawn down, covering the upper part of his face.

‘What was that all about?’ She demanded. Nino sunk lower into his seat, casting a look towards Chloe, who huffed and stood up.

‘You all made a huge enemy today,’ she began.

Alix scoffed. ‘We’ve dealt with you a lot, we aren’t scared of you.’

This time, Sabrina spoke up, which clearly shocked the rest of the class who thought she was a spineless servant of Chloe’s.

There was a glint in her green eyes that wasn’t there earlier, making a shiver run down the class’ spines.

‘Oh, who said anything about Chloe?’

Now it was Juleka who spoke up, looking away from Rose who was grasping at her arm for answers.

‘You have no idea what kind of protection you just threw away.’

Ivan, fed up, slammed his fist into the table. ‘What the HELL are you guys even talking about?’

Nino looked up and smirked, which shocked Alya and made her take a step back, after noticing the sinister glint in his eyes.

‘You all are... new here. You don’t know how the Queen works.’

Kim stood up from his desk proudly, puffing his chest out. ‘I’ve been in this class one of the longest! 3 years!’

Nathaniel looked to him like he was stupid before shaking his head.

‘No. We have. I’ve been here 6 years, Chloe 5, Sabrina, 6, Juleka 5 and Marinette? 8.’

Juleka, Nino, Chloe and Sabina all spoke up in an oddly monotonous voice, walking towards the front of the class.

‘She is not playing dolls. She is stalking the halls; living off thrill of the kill. Marinette can smell fear.’

The class broke out into laughter. ‘Marinette? What can she do?’ Alya wiped a tear from her eye.

The others stared at her coolly and waited for them to stop laughing. Chloe stepped forwards and smiled.

The class was taken aback.

‘I don’t like any of you, so let me make this clear. Watch your back when you get to school tomorrow. Like Juleka said, you have no idea what kind of protection you just threw away. Marinette has been protecting you guys for ages, since the first minute you stepped into this school.’

‘Just because we don’t like you, doesn’t mean we’re evil enough to leave you..without a warning.’ Juleka smiled, cold flashing over her features.

‘I may be dumb, stupid, even. But I’m not that dumb to get on the wrong side of the Queen.’ Sabrina laughed.

Nathaniel made his way to the front before stepping next to Nino and in unison, they said;

‘Good luck. You’re going to need it.’

When Marinette reached home, she immediately shrugged off her regular grey jacket before digging into the closet to the item she had left behind for 3 years.

She reached to the black box sitting innocently at the back of her closet and pulled it out.

She opened it and unfolded the outfit that was inside, looking at it with a evil smile on her face.

Inside, there was black combat boots with silver studs, a black leather jacket with light pink and grey highlights and dark blue ripped jeans.

Marinette grabbed the clothes out and spent the night altering her old clothes, making it bigger and adding a small pocket in her jacket for Tikki to comfortably sit in.

The kwami knew of Marinette’s past of course, it was one of the first things the bluenette had confessed to the kwami about. Tikki was supportive of the old Marinette surfacing again. She was irritated by the way her class treatedher chosen, and wanted it to be over once and for all.

That hatchet was long forgotten, although the way Marinette ruled the school went unnoticed by the imbeciles in her class.

Marinette was--still is-- the Queen of her school. When she arrived in the beginning, she was not to be taken lightly and she earned her place at the top of the food chain.

There had aways been some sort of invisible barrier between the other students and Mlle. Bustier’s class. No one could get in, mainly due to Marinette’s influence.

Everyone in the school apart form that class knew about the Queen who sat in the sidelines. Marinette had some sort of protection over that class and if anything happened to them, you’d had to answer to her.

This made many of the students stay away, although they still made friends with the class.

The next morning, Marinette was early. Surprising, I know. But she knew her class always sat together in the courtyard until everyone arrived, and 15 minutes before school started, they would head up to the classroom.

If anything, Marinette felt rather relieved at not having to hide her status anymore. Word had spread, and there was whispering everywhere, glances at Mlle. Bustier’s table, who didn’t notice.

Alya heard many people whispering around her.

‘I must say, I’ll be happy to see the Queen in action again. It was a golden era.’

‘I know right! I feel sorry for the poor people who invoked the wrath of the Queen though.’

The doors slammed open, ad a tall shadowy figure strutted in as if she owned the place. Lila regarded her carefully.

Once the shadowy figure took enough steps forward, she stopped. Light illuminating her features to reveal Marinette.

Gone was the happy go lucky expression on her face, replaced with a steely determination with no trace of her usual smile.

Her hair, free from her signature pigtails, flowed freely down her back, wild, as if she just came back from the club with her boyfriend.

She wore her leather jacket and ripped jeans. She wasn’t even wearing a shirt, opting for a black sports bra. She zipped her jacket up till the bottom of her bra, before letting the sleeves of the jacket fall back on her shoulders.

She was wearing black pumps, almost 6 inches tall, which made the class’ jaws drop. Clumsy Marinette wearing heels? That almost spelled disaster.

The class could’ve sworn the temperature dropped as soon as she looked in their direction. A cold smile graced her lips, which were stained a blood red.

She lifted her right arm slowly, all the while still smirking at the class.

Everyone in the courtyard slowly raised their wrists, Nino and the others included. With sick dread pooling in their stomachs, the class noted with fear that everybody except them were wearing a red hair ribbon on their wrists.

They never took it off. Kim remembered asking Ondine why she wore it, even while swimming. She had looked to him before changing the subject hastily.

Alix recalled her brother, Jali, wearing one on his wrist, before Alix had gone to school at Francois Dupont.

Marinette walked slowly towards their class, swaying her hips with the aura of cool confidence surrounding her. Lila stuck out her foot to trip Marinette, who noticed and gave Lila a smile, before stepping directly on Lila’s toes, crushing it with her heel.

Marinette grinded her heel into Lila’s foot, and she could barely keep herself from yelling. Soon, she did and the class turned on Marinette, screaming profanities at her.

Lila’s toes were now bent in ways that shouldn’t have been possible, a sickening purple color. Surprisingly, no blood was exiting the toes, and Marinette internally rolled her eyes at how careless the class thought she was.

She whispered to Lila, although the whole courtyard heard.

‘You wanna fake an injury, Lila? I’ll give you an injury.’

Alya snarled and tried to slap Marinette.

‘What is wrong with you, you bitch!’ Her hand swung out, intending to meet Marinette’s face. And though no one blinked, Marinette’s hand caught Alya’s. Her fingers wrapped around Alya’s wrist almost seductively, before she smiled.

The smile reminded of the class of the old times, when Marinette used to have fun with the class, laughing her heart out when Kim snorted milk out of his nose.

That was how the class knew Marinette enjoyed breaking Alya’s wrist.

The bluenette squeezed Alya’s wrist with surprising strength, causing Alya to let go of the phone clenched in her hand, letting it fall to the floor, where Alya’s wallpaper glowed for a soft moment, showing Alya, with an arm wrapped around Marinette, before the bluenette stepped on the phone like she did with Lila, causing the screen to shatter and Alya to call out in anguish.

That call turned into a scream as the class watched Marinette mercilessly twist Alya’s wrist, breaking it with one resonating snap.

Marinette let go and watched amusedly as Alya flailed around, grasping her broken wrist in her fine one.

Marinette watched it all with a smile on her face, an exact replica of the happy, warm smile she gave when she hung out with her friends.

The class looked around and realised that none of the students around them looked the least bit shocked when the situation was occurring.

Adrien let out a quick breath. This was what Chloe meant by Queen.

And as Marinette turned to fix her cold eyes on the class, they knew they was done for.

Sabrina watched from afar with Chloe, smiling sickeningly as everyone in the class took their turn to get something of theirs broken.

Marinette saved Adrien for last. He smiled charmingly at Marinette, inching backwards, trying to use the fact that she had a crush on him in his favor. As Marinette paused, he exhaled quickly, thinking it was over.

Marinette took a step back. If she were to hurt Adrien, his father would most certainly murder her and Marinette wasn’t willing to waste more time on the blonde model than she already had.

Until Adrien called out.

‘Mari this isn’t you! Come bACK TO US!’

The courtyard swiveled their heads to look at the boy and no one flinched as her heel found his stomach.

There was a smile on Marinette’s face even after Adrien lost consciousness.

its kind of a bad ending but i couldnt think of how to end it with and im sorry bc its kind of violent but i think this is okay for now

#marinette #HBIC #not my idea #okay its not mine

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brezchez · 4 years

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Feelings

Logicality, High School AU 💙🖤

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TW: None

Pairing(s): Logicality, background Prinxiety

Word Count: 2,016

Logan stared at Patton as he worked away with his math homework. He was biting the tip of his pencil, staring down at his book focused and concentrated. A few strands of his soft, caramel curls fell down in front of his slipping glasses and as he pushed them back up, Logan refrained from brushing them out of the way himself. He felt his face getting warmer and warmer the longer he stared at the boy opposite him and his heart skipped a beat when Patton tilted his head. Perhaps Virgil and Roman were right; was he able to feel emotions after all?

Finally realizing how long he had been staring for, Logan quickly snapped himself out his trance, readjusted his tie and glasses and resumed with the task at hand.....only to be distracted once again a few moments later. Patton's hand was outstretched on the table, just within in reaching distance for Logan to place his on it. It was dusted with freckles, just like his face and Logan so desperately wanted to hold it, but no. They were both meant to be doing work, and that was what he should have been focusing on. So, he would focus on that for now.

***

"Thanks for the study session again today Logan! And thank you so much for helping me with that last question, I really couldn't get my head around it!" Patton laughed as he packed his bag, getting ready to leave.

"You're most welcome Patton. Although I do have to inquire how you would be able to 'wrap your head around something'. Your head is not flexible enough to be able to move-" he was cut off by a delicate touch to his lips.

"Remember, Lo; it's just a figure of speech," Patton giggled. He found it adorable how literally Logan took things and although most found it aggravating, he didn't mind and personally found it hilarious.

"Oh, yeah. Right," Logan replied, unconsciously blushing furiously. Patton quickly lowered his finger from the two soft lines they were once planted on. Logan expected him to move, but he didn't and he instead stayed rooted to the spot, as he stared curiously into the mocha brown eyes walled by a pair Warby Parker glasses. He felt Patton's cornflower blue eyes glide along his face where they eventually rested on his lips. His gaze flickered between Logan's eyes and his lips and he began to lean in ever...so...slightly...

"Y-You should get going now. It's getting dark." Patton's eyes widened and his eyes followed Logan's finger which pointed to the window. As he turned away for a small moment, Logan scrunched up his face, annoyed at himself for interrupting what could have been the highlight of his evening, of his life.

"Yeah. I guess I should," he said, an underlying tone of sadness was masked behind his bubbly response, "See ya tomorrow Lo-Lo!"

"S-see you."

***

"God, what was I thinking?" Logan thought out loud, getting Roman and Virgil's attention. They were sitting next to each other in front of Logan and turned around when they heard his exasperated complain. He told them what happened the night before and of course their reactions were exactly what he predicted them to be.

'You idiot!' 'Why would you stop it?!' 'Are you crazy?' 'But you were so close!' were only some of the responses.

"I dunno Lo? What were you thinking? You had a golden opportunity right there. You could have started off something amazing, but no. You just had to ruin it, didn't ya bud?"

"Now, now, now Virge. That's only gonna make him feel worse. Can't you see he's already upset with himself enough as he is?" Roman slung his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and gestured to Logan. He was staring sadly at Patton, who was sitting a few desks away, doodling in his notebook. Virgil looked at his friend sympathetically and immediately regret what he had said.

"You're right. Sorry Logan."

Logan turned his head, nodded then smiled at Virgil, indicating that he accepted his apology before averting his gaze down to the desk.

"I want to be with him, I really do. But I just do not believe that I am able to provide him with everything he wants or needs. For starters, we're complete opposites. He's very emotional, and joyful and happy and jubilant, whereas I, on the other hand, feel nothing. Alexithymia is a figurative curse. And Patton deserves someone who is a better match to him. He deserves someone who can give him the world. That someone is clearly not me," he said, his voice stained with sorrow and sadness. Roman and Virgil looked at each other, their eyes full of pity for their closest friend. They all quickly glanced over to the boy Logan pined for, who didn't seem to notice them, and that's when Roman had had enough.

"Okay Logan. That's it," he said in a voice that was stern and loud, but quiet enough for only just the three of them to hear, "You say that you can't feel emotions, right?"

Logan was caught slightly off-guard by Roman's sudden outburst.

"W-well yes. I have told you this time and time aga-"

"Well, how do you feel when you're around Patton?"

"What?"

"How do you feel when you're around Patton?" Roman repeated. Logan stared at him for a moment, turned to Patton, and then back round to his friends.

"I....I don't know....I've never really...."

"Do you feel happy when you're around him?" Roman asked as he winked at Virgil, whose eyebrows were raised in confusion.

"Yes" Logan replied, slowly.

"Do you feel sad when you see him crying or down?"

"Yes"

"Do you feel scared when he is in danger or trouble?"

"Yes"

"Disgusted when other girls are hitting on him? Angry when people make him upset?"

"Well, y-yes I don't know what you're implying Roman."

Virgil, who had now caught onto what his boyfriend was doing, rolled his eyes and they both said in unison,

"You have feelings for him."

"What do you-" Logan's eyes widened in realisation. Virgil and Roman smiled at each other.

Roman cocked his eyebrow, "So? What you gonna do about it?"

***

Logan and Patton were studying with each other again but now Logan was unusually more nervous than he had ever been with Patton before. He twiddled his fingers and struggled not to stare at the boy opposite him.

"Hey Logan?" Patton asked, his eyes still directed at his paper, "Can you help me with this question please?"

Logan shuffled his chair over to Patton and took a look at the problem. It was a question about algebra - Patton's weakest point in math. Pointing to the paper with his pen, he explained the question and what techniques he could've used to solve it. He became so engrossed in his own conversation that he didn't notice Patton fixated on his face, paying no attention at all to what he was saying; he just listened to the velvety texture of his voice. As he finished the question, Logan raised his face, only to be met with Patton so ridiculously close to his. He felt his face heating up and leaned back quickly to stop any and all attempts he had to seize Patton's face and cover it with kisses.

"I-I'm sorry I should stop getting so up close to you. I really don't mean to. I can see that you're getting uncomfortable," Patton looked away and laughed awkwardly. Logan caught sight of this, and his heart ached at the thought that he made Patton uncomfortable, when it was in actual fact vice versa, but for good reason. He closed his books and picked up his bag.

"Thank you again for the study session Logan. I can see that I've been making you uneasy for the past few days when we do homework together. I really don't know what's come over me," he said in a quiet voice. Logan looked at him with sad eyes, fearing what he would say next.

"I........I understand if you...don't want to carry on with these anymore," Patton stood up from the table, "But I just want you to know that I loved doing this with you and that you are the best teacher I've ever had." He forced a smile then turned to walk away from the door.

Logan opened his mouth to say something, but no noise came out. He watched silently as Patton moved further away from him, seeing his last chance of happiness slipping through his fingers once again.

'So? What are you gonna do about it?'

The voice in his head yanked him forwards and he grabbed Patton's wrist, just as he was about to open the door. Patton reacted quickly to the contact, turning around, his eyes widened.

"I um..." Patton's eyebrows were raised in anticipation as Logan struggled to get his words out. He shook like a leaf and moved his grip from Patton's wrist to his hands, still staring at the ground in fear that if he looked into those blue marbles again, he'd get lost in its endless maze, and never find a way out.

It was now or never.

"Patton," Logan cleared his throat and his pulse started to quicken, "It has come to my attention, with the ever reluctant help of Roman and Virgil, that I um.....I have feelings...for.....you. Well, it was only implied by them. Frankly I don't know what these feelings are, and I never knew that I had any. Emotions are a.....complicated concept." He slowly lifted his gaze from off of the floor and raised his head. As soon as he met his gaze, their eyes were instantly locked and Logan softly gripped Patton's hand.

"But.....whenever we're apart I always have this unknown urge to be near you again. I constantly want to be by your side, and......even when we are together I don't feel like we are close enough."

Patton opened his mouth to say something but was quickly cut off by Logan; he hadn't finished and wanted to get everything out first before it all went down the figurative drain.

"And about what you said earlier: you could never make me uncomfortable and I apologize if I made you feel uneasy in any way. My responses to you, my stuttering, my nervousness, was all due to the fact that I, allegedly, had feelings for you. These moments with you, I cherish, because.....I love being with you. You make me feel.......emotions," Logan looked down and furrowed his eyebrows as he realized that what Roman and Virgil had said was in fact all true and he was.....

In love with Patton.

He looked back up and saw Patton, beaming at him. A few tears stained his cheeks, which made Logan worry.

"Patton? Are you okay? Why are you crying? Was it something I said?" He lifted his hand to his cheek to wipe away the tears. Patton held it as Logan stroked it softly.

"Yes. Yes it was something you said," he replied and Logan's expression became even more troubled. He widened his eyes as Patton rolled his, "But not in that way."

Patton swiftly placed one of his hands on Logan's cheek and the other on his tie and pulled them both simultaneously. Their lips connected and Logan's eyes widened in surprise, but soon closed as he sunk into the kiss, his hands finding their way to Patton's neck and waist. He felt him tug harder on his tie, pulling him deeper into the kiss, both his hands now around Patton's waist, and Patton's fingers tangled themselves in his chocolate locks. Patton eventually pulled away first and Logan couldn't help but feel a small sense of anger, sadness and lust as he reluctantly pulled away too. Patton released a relieved laugh, their foreheads touching and Logan smiled.

"Is this..." he began and Patton looked up at him, "Is this......love?" Logan stared innocently, like a puppy, into Patton's kind eyes.

Patton replied, "Yes, yes it is," and he eagerly pulled Logan back in for one more tender kiss.

#aaagggghh im making myself mushy at my own fanfic :3 #sanders sides #fanfic #logicality #prinxiety #fluff #high school au #one shot

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the-cheese-writes · 3 years

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Feelings ~ Logicality

(With background Prinxiety)

TW: None

Word Count: 2032

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Logan stared at Patton as he worked away with his math homework. He was biting the tip of his pencil and staring down at his book focused and concentrated. A few strands of his soft, caramel curls fell down in front of his slipping glasses and as he pushed them back up, Logan refrained from brushing them out of the way himself. He felt his face getting warmer and warmer the longer he stared at the boy opposite him and his heart skipped a beat when Patton tilted his head. Perhaps Virgil and Roman were right; was he able to feel emotions after all?

"Remember, Lo; it's just a figure of speech," Patton giggled. He found it adorable how literally Logan took things and though most found it aggravating, he didn't mind and personally found it hilarious.

"Oh, yeah. Right," Logan replied, unconsciously blushing furiously. Patton quickly lowered his finger from the two soft lines they were once planted on. Logan expected the boy in front of him to move, but he didn't and he instead stayed rooted to the spot, as he stared curiously into the mocha brown eyes walled by a pair Warby Parker glasses. He felt Patton's cornflower blue eyes glide along his face where they eventually rested on his lips. Patton's gaze flickered between Logan's eyes and his lips and he began to lean in ever...so...slightly...

"Y-You should get going now. It's getting dark."

Patton's eyes widened and his gaze followed Logan's finger which pointed to the window. As he turned away for a small moment, Logan scrunched up his face, annoyed at himself for interrupting what could have been the highlight of his evening, of his life.

"Yeah. I guess I should," he said, an underlying tone of sadness was masked behind his bubbly response, "See ya tomorrow Lo-Lo!"

"S-see you."

***

'You idiot!' 'Why would you stop it?!' 'Are you crazy?' 'But you were so close!' were only some of the responses.

"I dunno Lo? What were you thinking? You had a golden opportunity right there. You could have started off something amazing, but no. You just had to ruin it, didn't ya bud?"

"Now, now, now Virge. That's only gonna make him feel worse. Can't you see he's already upset with himself enough as he is?" Roman slung his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and gestured to Logan, staring sadly at Patton, who was sitting a few desks away, doodling in his notebook. Virgil looked at his friend sympathetically and immediately regret what he had said.

"You're right. Sorry Logan."

Logan turned his head, nodded then smiled at Virgil, indicating that he accepted his apology before averting his gaze down to the desk.

"Okay Logan. That's it," he said in a voice that was stern and loud, but quiet enough for only just the three of them to hear, "You say that you can't feel emotions, right?"

Logan was caught slightly off-guard by Roman's sudden outburst.

"W-well yes. I have told you this time and time aga-"

"Well, how do you feel when you're around Patton?"

"What?"

"How do you feel when you're around Patton?" Roman repeated. Logan stared at him for a moment, turned to Patton, and then back round to his friends.

"I....I don't know....I've never really...."

"Do you feel happy when you're around him?" Roman asked as he winked at Virgil, whose eyebrows were raised in confusion.

"Yes," Logan replied, slowly.

"Do you feel sad when you see him crying or down?"

"Yes."

"Do you feel scared when he is in danger or trouble?"

"Yes."

"Disgusted when other girls are hitting on him? Angry when people make him upset?"

"Well, y-yes I don't know what you're implying Roman."

Virgil, who had now caught onto what his boyfriend was doing, rolled his eyes and they both said in unison, "You have feelings for him."

"What do you-" Logan's eyes widened in realisation. Virgil and Roman smiled at each other.

Roman cocked his eyebrow, "So? What're you gonna do about it?"

***

"Hey Logan?" Patton asked, his eyes still directed at his paper, "Can you help me with this question please?"

Logan shuffled his chair over to Patton and took a look at the problem. It was a question about algebra - Patton's weakest point in maths. Pointing to the paper with his pen, he explained the question and what techniques he could've used to solve it. He became so engrossed in his own conversation that he didn't notice Patton fixated on his face, paying no attention at all to what he was saying; he just listened to the velvety texture of his voice. As he finished the question, Logan looked up, only to be met with Patton so ridiculously close to his. He felt his face heating up and leaned back quickly to stop any and all attempts he had to seize Patton's face and cover it with kisses.

"I-I'm sorry. I should stop getting so up close to you. I can see that you're getting uncomfortable. I really don't know what's come over me," Patton looked away and laughed awkwardly. Logan caught sight of this, and his heart ached at the thought that he made Patton uncomfortable, when it was in actual fact vice versa, but for good reason. He closed his books and picking up his bag.

"Thank you again for the study session Logan. I can see that I've been making you uneasy for the past few days when we do homework together," he said in a quiet voice. Logan looked at him with sad eyes, fearing what he would say next.

"I.....I understand if you...don't want to carry on with these anymore," Patton stood up from the table, "But I just want you to know that I loved doing this with you and that you are the best teacher I've ever had." He forced a smile then turned to walk away from the door.

Logan opened his mouth to say something, but no noise came out. He watched silently as Patton moved further away from him, seeing his last chance of happiness slipping through his fingers once again.

'So? What're you gonna do about it?'

The voice in his head yanked him forwards and he grabbed Patton's wrist, just as he was about to open the door. Patton reacted quickly to the contact, turning around with his eyes widened.

It was now or never.

"But.....whenever we're apart I always have this unknown urge to be near you again. I constantly want to be by your side, and......even when we are together I don't feel like we are close enough."

Patton opened his mouth to say something but was quickly cut off by Logan; he hadn't finished and wanted to get everything out first before it all went down the metaphorical drain.

Logan looked down and furrowed his eyebrows as he realized that what Roman and Virgil had said was in fact all true and he was.....

In love with Patton.

He looked back up and saw Patton, beaming at him. A few tears stained his cheeks, which made Logan worry.

"Patton? Are you okay? Why are you crying? Was it something I said?" He lifted his hand to his cheek to wipe away the tears. Patton held it as Logan stroked it softly.

"Yes. Yes it was something you said," he replied and Logan's expression became even more troubled. He widened his eyes as Patton rolled his.

"But not in that way."

In one swift, smooth motion, Patton placed one of his hands on Logan's cheek and the other on his tie and pulled them both simultaneously. Their lips connected and Logan's eyes widened in surprise, but soon closed as he sunk into the kiss, his hands finding their way to Patton's neck and waist. He felt him tug harder on his tie, pulling him deeper into the kiss, both his hands now around Patton's waist, and Patton's fingers tangled themselves in his chocolate locks. Patton eventually pulled away first and Logan couldn't help but feel a small sense of anger, sadness and lust as he reluctantly pulled away too.

Patton released a relieved laugh, their foreheads touching and Logan smiled.

"Is this..." he began and Patton looked up at him, "Is this......love?" Logan stared innocently, like a puppy, into Patton's kind eyes.

Patton replied, "Yes, yes it is," and he eagerly pulled Logan back in for one more tender kiss.

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Awwww I'm getting mushy at my own fanfic :3

I didn't think it was fair to have so much angst in my previous one shot, especially with the situation regarding Patton and Logan in that AU, so here's a fluffier story. I hope you enjoyed!

~ Bre

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #fanfic #logicality #logan sanders #patton sanders #fluff #gay #brewrites

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blurry-fics · 5 years

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Friday

A Weekend at the Josephs | Series Masterlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2778

Author’s Note: Yes! A new miniseries. This will run from today through Saturday (a little confusing because of when the story is set, I know) and then posting will return to normal :) also this totally had an author’s note the entire time. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Enjoy the chapter! (picture credit)

I idly tapped my fingers against the edge of the car door as I looked out the window at the passing trees. My parents were talking quietly in the front seat, going over their flight details and what they would do when they arrived in Oregon. The radio was playing, although I could just barely make out whatever pop song was on over the sound of their conversation.

“I don’t understand why I can’t just stay at home,” I said, interjecting myself into their conversation.

My mom sighed, having already heard this same argument from me three times this morning. She turned slightly over her shoulder so that I could see her face, but kept her attention on the road in front of her.

“It just gives me peace of mind to know that you’re with the Josephs, sweetheart. Staying home alone overnight can be scary. Besides, aren’t you and Tyler close?”

“But I’m twenty, Mom. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself now.”

“It’s only a weekend. It’s going to be over before you know it,” my dad added.

“Exactly. It’s just a weekend,” I mumbled.

“I know you’re capable of taking care of yourself, but I would rather you don’t have to worry about it.”

I crossed my arms and turned back to the window, deciding there was no point in fighting anymore. The argument had been lost the moment that I got into the car with my parents.

“Aren’t you excited to spend a weekend with Tyler?”

“No.”

“Why not? He’s your best friend.”

“Yeah, when he’s not too busy with his band.”

I could just make out the hint of a frown on my mom’s face, but she didn’t press the matter any further. It was probably for the best; my frustration about having to stay with the Josephs paired with the hurt of Tyler prioritizing his band over me would only lead to me talking my parents’ ears off about the entire situation, and I would rather not be pissed when I came face to face with Tyler’s family.

“I’m sure you’re going to have fun this weekend, darling. Have you made any plans with Sav?” my dad asked.

“Not yet.”

“You should do that.”

“I will.”

Our conversation came to a stop as my mom turned off the main road and into an all-too-familiar neighborhood. I tried to ignore the steadily growing feeling of discomfort in my stomach as we grew closer and focused on the comments my dad was making about renovations some of the families had done to their homes. Despite the distraction, I still felt like I might pass out by the time we pulled up outside the Joseph’s house.

“Are you going to be ok getting to the door by yourself?” my mom asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be ok,” I lied, not wanting to create more of a hassle for them.

My mom held out her arms and I awkwardly leaned over the center console to give her some semblance of a goodbye hug. My dad did the same shortly after, but gave me the added bonus of a kiss on the head. I scrunched my nose as he did so.

“We’ll be back Monday morning to pick you up. Make sure to send texts so we know you’re alive. Behave for Kelly and Chris. And, um, just try to have a nice time with Tyler, ok?” my mom smiled.

“I’ll try,” I said as I pulled my duffle bag into my lap. “Say hi to Aunt Nancy for me.”

“Will do,” my dad said.

There was a chorus of “I love you”s as I stepped out of the car and closed the door behind me. I waved to my parents through the window before turning and walking up the stone path that led to the front door. If they had driven away, I hadn’t heard it. My mind was too focused on getting to the door and getting inside without making a fool of myself.

Kelly opened the door shortly after I knocked with my shaky hands, obviously expecting my arrival. She smiled and ushered me inside, already telling me how nice it was to see me and how excited the family was for me to stay with them. I just returned her smile and tried not to get dirt all over the rug.

Her chatter eventually died down and I managed to chime in with a, “Thank you again for letting me stay here.”

“Oh, it’s no problem. We always enjoy having company and you’re no exception, Kae.”

“Thanks,” I smiled.

“Here, I’ll show you the guest room so you can set your things down.”

I readjusted my bag on my shoulder and followed Kelly up the stairs. Years of running around this house with Tyler and his siblings had already given me a pretty good idea of where everything was, but I was glad that I wouldn’t have to go wandering around upstairs until I found the right room.

“If you need anything to help you sleep, like a fan or something, don’t hesitate to let me know! I’d be happy to grab it for you.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Joseph. I appreciate it.”

“Of course. Oh, and Tyler should be getting home soon. He was out with friends this morning, but he said he would be back in the afternoon.”

Tyler. I had been so caught up with getting inside the house and talking to Kelly that I hadn’t even noticed his absence. At least I had some time to figure out my plan of action before he got back to the house.

“Ok,” I said, forcing a smile.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it.”

Kelly turned and walked out of the room, closing the door most of the way behind her. Once I heard her walk down the stairs, I collapsed back onto the bed and buried my face in my hands. I had been here for all of five minutes and I already felt stressed beyond belief.

How was I supposed to survive a whole weekend of this?

* * *

I lost track of how long I spent in the guest bedroom, messing around on my laptop and just generally hiding out from the family. Tyler seemingly hadn’t returned home yet either, giving me all the more reason to not interact with anyone for awhile longer. There would be plenty of time for the stress of that when dinnertime rolled around.

A text popped up in the corner of my screen as I was scrolling through Tumblr. The mere sight of Sav’s name was enough to make me smile; she was one of the few people that might actually have the power to get me out of the house for awhile. Another message followed shortly after.

Sav: sorry my shift just ended!!

Sav: what’s going on?

I had texted her awhile ago, saying that I was stressed out and already tired of being “here”. She had already heard me rant about my parents forcing me to stay with family friends while they went out of town for awhile, although I had never actually confirmed that I had lost the debate with my parents over it.

Kae: i’m stuck at tyler’s house for the weekend and i’m stRESSED. like his parents are so nice but it still makes me anxious, you know??

Sav: you’ve got this though! things with tyler might not be as awkward as you expect them to be

Kae: yeah, you’re right. i think i’m just going to be freaking out until he gets home. i haven’t seen him in like a week

Kae: also, before i forget, do you want to do something tomorrow? i’d really rather not be stuck at the house all day

I switched back over to Tumblr while I waited for her response. Downstairs, I could hear some commotion as someone arrived home. My heart was quick to start pounding in my chest, but I tried to ignore it and focus on the gifset that was currently looping on my screen.

Sav: i have plans with josh, but he said it’s cool if you want to tag along with us! we were just planning to get smoothies and hang out or something, there wasn’t really a plan

Kae: are you sure? i don’t want to ruin your date

Sav: yes, it’s totally ok! josh wants to see you anyway so it’s a win/win

Kae: ok :)

Before Sav had a chance to say anything else, there was a knock on my door. I immediately pushed myself into an upright position and switched from Tumblr to a new tab.

“Yeah?” I called.

The door pushed open slightly, revealing Tyler on the other side.

“Hi,” he smiled. “I was just coming to see what you were up to. My mom said you’ve been up here since you got dropped off.”

I closed my laptop and slid it off my lap, hoping it would distract from the blush on my cheeks. Tyler was now casually leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, waiting until I fully invited him into the room.

“You know how I am,” I laughed. “I get stressed easily.”

“I know, it’s not a big deal. Do you mind if I come in?”

I looked around me for a moment, as if I needed to check if there was enough room for Tyler to sit. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

I scooted over a little, leaving plenty of open space next to me for him to sit. He walked over and practically fell onto the bed, making both of us bounce. From where he was sitting, I could just make out the smell of his cologne. He had a bad habit of going a bit overboard with it when he hung out with his friends.

“I just wanted to catch up. It’s been awhile since we’ve seen one another and I figured, since you’re stuck here for the weekend, we might as well, right?”

My eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but Tyler didn’t seem to catch it. “And we’re best friends?”

“Right, that too,” he said, but he didn’t meet my eyes.

I took a moment to study his profile while he was busy looking at the ground. His eyelashes curled so nicely, highlighting what I could see of his chocolate brown eyes. My eyes slowly followed the line of his face, along the curve of his nose and down to his lips. He must have felt me staring, because he turned and met my eyes, bringing the blush straight back to my cheeks. I turned and looked at a plant that was sitting on a nearby dresser.

Now I remembered why it always hurt so bad when Tyler chose the band over me. It was deeper than just the fact that he had been my best friend for years, although I couldn’t deny the role that played in my feelings.

More than anything, it hurt because of the massive crush I had developed on him a few months ago.

“So what have you been up to lately?” Tyler asked, placing his hands behind him so he could lean back. “We haven’t really seen much of each other.”

“Yeah, because someone has been busy trying to get famous,” I said, lightly poking him with my foot. I hoped that making a lighthearted joke about the issue might open up some serious discussion.

It didn’t.

“I know, I know,” he said. “I’ve been meaning to make time for you, but new things just keep popping up all over the place. Not to mention the band drama.”

“Not the band drama,” I gasped. Tyler rolled his eyes at me.

“It’s serious, Kae.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

“I know and that’s my fault. Anyway, I asked what you had been up to.”

I shrugged, “Not much. I’m just killing time until school starts up again, I guess.”

“What about your writing? Have you been doing that?”

“Well, yeah, but you already knew about that.”

“Are you ever going to let me read it?”

“Maybe one day.”

“But not today?” Tyler smiled. Me not letting him read my writing had become a running joke between the two of us.

“Not today.”

“Maybe I’ll stop letting you read my song lyrics until you start letting me read your stories.”

“Not fair!” I laughed.

Tyler made a confused face, only making me laugh harder. It was weird how quickly I had forgotten my frustration with him once he was sitting in front of me, but part of me was glad that I hadn’t kept my guard up. At the end of the day, he was still my best friend, even if sometimes I wished he was more.

There was a knock on the door, and a moment later Kelly had popped her head into the room.

“Dinner is ready,” she smiled.

“Ok, we’ll be down in a second,” Tyler said.

She closed the door, once again leaving just the two of us.

“Ready?” Tyler asked, turning to me.

“I think so.”

He reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder. A smile threatened to overtake my face, but I directed my attention elsewhere and put my energy into not doing exactly that.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let it get too awkward.”

“Thanks, Ty.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

* * *

I waited for Zack to finish washing his plate before stepping in front of the sink and cleaning my own. Most of the family was in the living room now, watching TV or talking to one another, and I was currently trying to decide if I would join them or slide back up to my room once again. Before I had a chance to come to a conclusion, Tyler joined me in the kitchen and leaned up against the counter.

“What are your plans for tonight?” he asked.

I held back a laugh, knowing that he most likely hadn’t intended for his question to come off as a joke.

“Not sure yet,” I answered as I stuck my plate in the dishwasher. “Why do you ask?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out. You know, like chill in my room or something.”

I was relieved that Tyler’s offer gave me an excuse to not sit with the rest of the family in the living room, plus it gave me another opportunity to really talk to Tyler about the whole issue with him ditching me lately. He had already made it obvious that he was aware of it, but I wasn’t so sure that he really understood how badly it upset me.

“Yeah, I’m down.”

“Sweet.”

I closed the dishwasher and followed Tyler up the stairs to his room. He immediately collapsed back onto his bed, but I stood in the middle of the room and took a moment to look around the room. It looked almost identical to the last time I had seen it - which was almost three months ago now - aside from the addition of unorganized stacks of lyrics and sheet music. There were also some half-colored sketches thrown in and stacks of CDs that he hadn’t yet gotten around to selling.

“You can sit, if you want,” he said.

“Right.”

I pulled his desk chair out and sat in it, spinning around to face him. He was leaned against the wall now, idly letting one hand run along the opposite forearm. Although I was looking at him, his gaze was still directed towards the ground.

“There’s something that I want to talk to you about,” he said.

I took a deep breath to calm the increase in my heart rate once again. “What is that?”

“What I said earlier, when I was talking about making more time for you, I just want you to know that I mean that. I know I’ve been really, really bad about it lately, and I can explain the whole story later, but I’m going to start making an effort. You’re just as, if not more, important to me and you deserve to be shown that.”

“I was actually going to talk to you about the same thing, so I appreciate that.”

“I’m actually, uh, hoping that this weekend will help make it up to you.”

“Do you have something planned?”

“Maybe,” he grinned.

I wanted to press him a little further, but assumed it wouldn’t lead to anything. When Tyler wanted something to stay secret, it stayed secret.

“And what’s the plan for tonight?”

“Video games, snacks, and staying up way later than we should.”

I smiled, “I think I can get behind that plan.”

Maybe this weekend wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

#ks youau wc #tyler x kae #a weekend at the josephs #awatj #blurry-fics

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yume-x-hanabi · 5 years

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Gaius Comparisons #3

@goldenangelwings it’s been three years, but I haven’t forgotten this little project :)

Part 1, Part 2

For each scene, I will post the localization script and highlight what is not similar to the original and add a retranslation or explanation of what the original said in [square brackets] next to the line. I will then make my own commentary about the scene under it.

Scenes analyzed in this post: The Xailen Woods Temple scenes

Gaius: You've come.

Wingul: So in the end you've chosen to trust that man. You're more naive than I thought, Maxwell.

Milla: Tell us what your purpose is for bringing us here.

Wingul: We will stand and fight against those invaders. If you intend to challenge them yourselves, we won't attempt to stop you. […then that’s fine]

Gaius: But first, there's something you need to tell us. I want you to tell us what you know about the schism. [”~that you’ve been hiding”]

Jude: What's that? [“The schism?”]

Milla: Two millenia ago, I cast the spirit arte schism. It created a new world and sealed it away. That world is yours. It is known as Rieze Maxia. [“Rieze Maxia was born as a sealed world from the spirit arte schism I cast.” Means basically the same thing but she’s talking directly about Rieze Maxia, none of that “hey guess what, that’s your world lol” stuff.]

Leia: Did Milla just say that she created the entire world?

Teepo: Wow! She's like a goddess or something!

Milla: It was for protecting spirits and humans.

Gaius: Rieze Maxia is sealed. That implies the existence of another world outside the schism, does it not?

Milla: Yes, and that world is called Elympios. I was gravely mistaken about the Lance of Kresnik's true purpose. Exodus convinced Nachtigal it was a weapon, but all along they were plotting to create a device that would dispel the schism.

Gaius: Dispel the schism? To what end?

Milla: I do not know. I wonder if perhaps they were looking for a means to siphon mana back to Elympios.

Alvin: No. All Exodus ever wanted was to go home. Back home to Elympios. It's all we've wanted for more than twenty years, since we became trapped in Rieze Maxia. We needed to find a way to either break through the schism or dispel it completely.

Milla: But in order to dispel the schism, they would have to find a way to eliminate its creator.

Leia: I see. So that's why Exodus kept trying to kill you.

Gaius: It doesn't add up. What is Gilland's master plan?

Elize: I'm confused. I still don't understand. [“What do you mean?” I’m confused about the localization’s choice here. Her sentence doesn’t flow with Gaius’ at all.]

Rowen: Gilland's actions are not going to get Exodus home any faster. [“Exodus’ aim and Gilland’s actions don’t match.”]

Alvin: He didn't need to bring the whole Elympion army. And unifying Rieze Maxia? That was never our original intention.

Wingul: Gilland must intend to make use of Rieze Maxia with the schism intact. But for what purpose? [He doesn’t say the last line.]

Alvin: That's it. The Otherworld Reactor Plan.

Jude: What?

Agria: Huh? The hell's that?

Alvin: Most folks know it as the Spirit-fuel Plan.

Leia: That sounds bad. [“Fuel?”]

Alvin: I remember my cousin telling me about it when I was still a kid, back on the other side. Something about capturing spirits and using them as fuel for spyrixes.

Presa: So you're saying Gilland's ultimate goal is to corral all the spirits?

Jude: But that doesn't make sense either. If all he wants is spirits, then why bother with the lies? Unless... He's planning on trapping us in Rieze Maxia for our mana lobes!

Gaius: He seeks to use the people of Rieze Maxia as a power source? The man is insane.

Alvin: Gilland most likely returned to Exodus HQ on the ocean. The Elympion army is with him, so getting there by boat won't be easy.

Wingul: Well then, perhaps we could commandeer one of the flying ships they have docked at Kanbalar.

Leia: Oh, yeah right, because that sounds easy! [“Did he just say something so enormous with no hesitation?” Same feeling.]

Rowen: It may indeed be our only option.

Gaius: Very well. We attack tomorrow.

Jude: Wait a minute, Gaius! Aren't we going to team up on this? I mean, we both want the same thing, so--

Gaius: It's not a social gathering. [“You can’t be serious.”]

Agria: Just how stupid are you, anyway? [“Don’t misunderstand!”]

Gaius: It was Maxwell who created the schism and trapped us all inside of it in the first place. Imprisonment is not so easily forgiven. It's entirely possible we may end up fighting each other again. [“I cannot remain indifferent knowing that.”]

Presa: I'm sure you can understand why we're not ready to get all buddy-buddy with you.

Wingul: Like I said, do what you want. Just make sure to stay out of our way.

Leia: Can you believe it?! The nerve of those guys! [“What the heck was that?”]

Commentary: It’s pretty faithful. Just some wordings. There’s just Elize’s line that’s pretty awkward, but the rest is fine.

Gaius dude why are you getting angry at Milla for the schism when you were the one claiming strong rulers must make decisions for the weak. That’s basically what Maxwell did. Well he doesn’t know about the circumstances that lead to it I guess... Still, that sounds a bit hypocrite XD

[Milla & Jude scene]

Milla: Justice is a complicated concept. It means different things to different people.

Gaius: And what is justice to you?

Milla: Heh. I thought this wasn't a social gathering.

Gaius: Answer me, Maxwell.

Milla: It is the power of will that resides within one's heart.

Gaius: Hmph. In this we are both in agreement. Those with this willpower bear a responsibility to this world. The strong must protect and guide the weak. [“The strong must fulfill their responsibility with that willpower. Therefore, I must protect and guide the weak.” Similar, but a bit more personal.]

Milla: Gaius, weakness isn't an affliction of the body, but of the heart. The world will always have weak-willed people, but that in itself isn't a bad thing.

Gaius: Then we must protect the weak until they can become strong. That is our duty. [“~I think.” Just stating his opinion.]

Jude: We?

Gaius: Yes. All who are strong must look after the weak. It is the only way to ensure that future generations will have sufficient strength, as well. [“It’s not just me.”]

Milla: So that's your solution to the problem I posed in Fezebel Marsh.

Gaius: As I told you then, I can chart a new future for mankind if I just have enough power. But if a man like Gilland takes the stage, a man who can only use power for his own gain, then mankind will be doomed to repeat the same mistakes.

Milla: I see. But I'm afraid it's not up to me to approve you answer. Your concept of justice is your own. It's not my place to interfere.

Gaius: Heh, as you say.

Jude: The two of you sure are alike.

Gaius: How so? [“I’m like Maxwell?”]

Jude: No matter how extreme her words are, I think there's always truth to them. I get the same sense from you.

Gaius: Do you want to be like Maxwell?

Jude: I wouldn't mind it, although I know that's impossible.

Gaius: I see.

Jude: We should probably get some rest.

Milla: Yes. The showdown’s tomorrow.

Commentary: King Gaius, expert at interrupting sweet Milla/Jude scenes XD

This is the first conversation where they both agree with each other. The music reflects that, too--it’s quite peaceful. None of that debating and arguing like their first two meetings. Here they’re having an almost friendly late night conversation.

Note how this is a continuation of the Fezebel discussion (which itself was a continuation of their first talk in the castle). They intellectually challenge each other in a way no one have so far. Despite their antagonistic relationship, there’s a lot of respect between them.

Jude at this stage is still considered one of the “weak,” but Gaius asks him if he wants to be like Milla--if he wants to become “strong.” If he achieves that, that would be a good illustration of what Gaius talks about here.

Rowen: How do you intend to hijack a ship that's docked in the sky?

Wingul: We'll use the wyverns in the castle.

Milla: You have to get there first.

Gaius: I have no intention of sneaking into my own castle. [“I don’t need a scheme to reach my own castle.” Same idea. What a badass.]

Wingul: We shall march up the main road and reclaim it.

Jude: What? You can't be serious! [“That’s too reckless!”]

Rowen: Indeed. At the very least, you should split into two groups. Create a diversion. [Without the last sentence. Actually he doesn’t really finish his sentence, because he realizes what they’re doing and starts thinking.]

Agria: Keep your tactics to yourself, you old fart.

Gaius: Jude, do you know what you have to do?

Jude: Of course. I have to help Milla win. It's that simple. [“That’s what I have to do.”]

Gaius: Then let's go.

Wingul: *long stare*

Presa: There's a path leading into the city off the side of the temple.

Teepo: Hmph! Why can't we all stick together?

Muzét: Hehehe, what shall we do?

Milla: Let’s see.

Rowen: We can take that side path from the temple into the city, then move along the roofs to the castle. From there, we can both capture the flying battleship and retake the castle and its soldiers. Meanwhile, Gaius and the others will create their diversion. [Same thing, but he words this as an explanation of Gaius’ choice.]

Leia: Sure would be nice if they let us in on their plan for once.

Milla: Anyway, lets go.

Jude: You got it. [Simply “yes”]

Commentary: My thoughts exactly, Leia. They’re totally counting on you, they’re just too proud to admit it.

Another pretty faithful scene. Just some wording here and there.

Presa & Agria

Presa: What do you want?

Jude: Um… It’s about Jiao.

Presa: He’s dead. Did you think he somehow survived that?

Jude: …

Elize: …

Agria: Know what I heard? I heard he died protecting a spoiled little brat and her stuffed dolly. A fitting end for a foolish old man. [“The brat with the doll.”]

Elize: How could you?!

Teepo: Don’t you talk that way about him!

Agria: You got a problem with me saying the truth?

Presa: That’s enough, Agria.

Agria: It’s not even close to enough! The lives of the Chimeriad belong to His Highness! But that old fool threw his away for some sniveling brat! [just “brat”]

Presa: That’s true. But his sacrifice did give His Highness a chance to escape.

Agria: Hmph. He was an idiot right until the end. Always giving me candy when he saw me, like I was some sort of little kid. He just needs to die already!

Presa: He did.

Agria: …

Presa: With Jiao gone, the offensive might of the Chimeriad has diminished sharply.

Agria: Bah! I’m all the offensive we need! That goes for you too, grandma! No one’ll miss you when you kick off. [“Don’t worry, grandma. It’s the same if you die.”]

Presa: I’m relieved to hear that. [“Really? I’m counting on you.” in a flat tone]

Agria: Just you watch! I’ll protect His Highness all by myself! Ah ha ha ha ha!

Presa: I’m getting a headache. How am I supposed to relieve this stress when there’s no one left to talk to or have a drink with?

Elize: So, that’s it? [“Then, Jiao…”]

Teepo: We’re never going to see Jiao again. [“…we’ll never see him again.”]

Commentary: Agria has a… particular way of processing grief.

She’s not as colorful in her insults in Japanese, it’s more her speech pattern that reflects her rudeness.

Rowen & Wingul

Rowen: Wingul, there's something I would like to ask you. Am I correct in my understanding that you led Auj Oule's armies at Fezebel Marsh? Using boosters to move through the marsh was a brilliant strategy.

Wingul: Are you mocking me? That strategy played right into Gilland's hands.

Rowen: You aren't the only one who failed to see through Gilland's facade. I share the same shame.

Wingul: I didn't realize someone who turned his back on his duty had any honor left to lose. Is that what you're doing here? Some sad attempt to return to the battlefield and erase your shame? [“…who fled the frontlines”]

Elize: How can you say that?! [“That’s mean!”]

Teepo: Don't you make fun of Rowen! He's a great guy for someone who's so old!

Wingul: You were a skilled tactician in your prime, I grant you that. But how much of that skill remains today? Former Chief of Staff Ilbert. Care to play a game?

Rowen: A game, you say?

Wingul: A mock battle, using a real military map. But of course, I would understand if you were reluctant to see how time has ravaged your talents.

Jude: You don't have to buy into this. [“Rowen…”]

Rowen: I accept.

Wingul: This board lets us control data from historic battles and see different ways they might play out.

Rowen: And what battle is this data from?

Wingul: Twenty years ago, on the Fezebel Outback.

Rowen: The Battle of Fezebel.

Jude: The struggle between the armies of Rashugal and the former King of Auj Oule.

Wingul: Correct. It was a tragic battle, in which both armies suffered heavy casualties from a giant tsunami. It was Ilbert the Conductor's one and only draw.

Rowen: And you wish to recreate that battle now?

Wingul: This is no recreation. If I had led Auj Oule into battle, we would have won. That is what I will prove here today. Formation: Icthys! All troops, advance! [“Agai Fish Scales”]

Jude: The core of the Rashugal army is being pushed back!

Rowen: Left and right troops, spread out to the wings! Surround the enemy's vanguard!

Milla: It's no good. The vanguard is unstoppable. What is this power?

Wingul: That's Gaius' unit, their first time in battle. You won't surround them so easily. [it’s Gaius’ first battle, not the whole unit]

Rowen: Both wings, advance! Circle to the enemy's flank!

Wingul: Planning to launch a counterattack from my flank? Such a boring and predictable response. I'll simply attack while your troops are changing course! This battle will be won before the tsunami hits!

Jude: The enemy is turning faster than Rashugal!

Teepo: Look out! [“Rowen’s gonna lose!”]

Rowen: All troops, maintain forward movement! Your goal is the high ground behind the Auj Oule army!

Wingul: What?!

Elize: Rashugal's army is assembling on the hill. [“~and stopped moving”]

Rowen: It's over. It is impossible to defeat a defending army on high ground in so short a time. Soon the tsunami will come and engulf the plains. You will have no choice but to retreat.

Wingul: Hmph. And this is what you call a victory?

Rowen: I am satisfied simply not to lose.

Wingul: I see. Thank you for the match, Conductor. We will settle this in a different way. [“I enjoyed your melody, Conductor.”]

Teepo: Hmph! Sore loser!

Milla: You did great, Rowen.

Rowen: It’s because I failed in the past. If only I had used this strategy back then.

Elize: I think it’s great you learned from your mistake!

Teepo: You’re still growing! Even at your age!

Rowen: Indeed. And I still have a great deal more growing to do. I may even grow out of these clothes on day. [“I might even grow taller.” Same thing.]

Commentary: these two ;A;

The game was great; I wish there’d been more sidequests like that.

Wingul manages to be arrogant while speaking perfectly respectfully. I really love his Japanese speech pattern (and his voice in both languages) ♥

#tales of xillia #king gaius #the chimeriad #translation talk #gaius scenes comparisons

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taexual · 7 years

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EXO / Their S/O being sensitive because of her past

Request: Hellooo:) I would like to request an Exo Reaction: Their GF/fiancee/wife is a very sensitive girl, who gets hurt easily and cries easily. She gets scared when they yell at her in a discussion or fight. Shealso didn't get much love at her parents home. Thank you:)

Thank you for your request! Hope you enjoy! ♥️

TRIGGER WARNING! Harmful past relationship with family members. Also, some strong language.

Xiumin

Minseok was tired. Exhausted, actually. He had just returned home and all he wanted to do was rest because, in seven hours, he’d have to be up on stage again. And this schedule has been going on for weeks. At first, you were really scared for his health because you thought he was working literally 24/7.

“Minseok,” you said softly, while he lied on the bed. He opened his eyes to look at you. “It’s 2am. Was the show really that long?”

“No, the show ended at 10 or so,” Minseok answered with a yawn. “I stayed out with the guys for a little while.”

You contemplated this. “And what about yesterday when you returned home at midnight?”

“I don’t remember,” Minseok shrugged his shoulder simply.

Slowly, you started to realize that he was spending time with the other members after performances and that was the reason why the two of you only hung out when you were sleeping. You weren’t mad at him for spending time with his friends, but doing this every night when he was about to go on tour and wouldn’t see you for months was making you feel somewhat rejected.

And this feeling of rejection brought back a lot of negative memories from your childhood. You were never the main priority and suddenly feeling as if you’re not a priority for your long-time boyfriend, caused tears to well up in your eyes.

You turned your back to him as you tried to calm yourself down, not wanting to give in to the feeling, but not being able to control the tears that started to fall down your cheeks.

“Y/n?” Minseok’s concerned voice was suddenly heard from behind you. “What’s wrong? Are you crying?”

You couldn’t reply, afraid that if you did, a sob would escape your lips.

“Y/n, look at me,” he asked, sitting up on the bed and leaning forward to rest his head on your shoulder. “Is it because of me?”

You tried to shake your head but instead ended up taking a shaky breath, making Minseok even more scared. He was quick to catch up what was wrong as he knew you well enough to read your emotions almost better than you.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” he said, quickly getting up from the bed and walking around so he could see your face. “Please don’t cry. I realize I’ve been away from you for too long.”

“It’s o-okay,” you tried to tell him.

“It’s not okay, I’m really sorry,” Minseok disagreed. “I’m not leaving you. I’m taking you to the show with me tomorrow. I don’t want you to be alone.”

Suho

When Junmyeon returned from his fourth interview that day, you could tell that he was very tired and in a bad mood. Not wanting to start a fight with him, you chose to give him his space until he calmed down.

Soon though, he entered your shared bedroom by loudly slamming the door open. You flinched in your seat and turned around to look at him.

“Did we not agree that you’d do the grocery shopping today?” he asked with an annoyed expression.

“Oh! Shit, Junmyeon, I completely—”

“—forgot, yeah. How many times have you forgotten to do that this week? Three? Four?” he snapped.

“I’m sorry, I can go to the store right now if you want me to,” you tried to say.

“Don’t. I’ll do everything myself,” he said, turning around. “Like I always do.”

That last part of his sentence felt like a punch to the face. It was as if he’d subtly called you useless. Taken aback by this, you just sat there for a moment, feeling your hands slowly start to shake. He knew you were sensitive when it came to fighting and you couldn’t blame him for being tired and annoyed, but did he really have to take it out on you?

Suddenly, the door of the bedroom slammed open again. You got up from the chair, afraid he’d yell at you again.

“Where did I—” Junmyeon started but then stopped himself when he noticed the fearful tears in your eyes. “Are you crying? W-why are you crying?”

You looked down, not being able to look him in the eye. “I’m sorry I’m so useless.”

“Useless? Why would you—? Y/n, you’re not useless,” he said, reaching you in a few quick strides across the bedroom. “Did you think that because of what I said? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

He wrapped his arms tightly around you before you could answer anything.

“You’re not useless,” he repeated again. “You’re the most important thing in the world to me.”

Lay

You’ve been scrolling down your Twitter timeline when you came across something that caught your eye. It was a tabloid article that claimed to have pictures of Yixing kissing another girl. Normally, you would have just ignored it and kept scrolling because you trusted your boyfriend, but this time you pressed on it. It was the third article about him cheating that you’ve seen in the past two days. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little concerned.

The article quoted a source that claimed Yixing has been seeing this girl for the past few weeks and that he really liked her. Your heart started to beat faster as you continued to read the article, despite the sensible part of your brain telling you that there was no way this was true.

And then, much to your surprise, you saw pictures of Yixing actually holding the hand of some girl you didn’t recognize. You could tell that the pictures were recent because of his outfit that you had helped him choose. You started to feel sick. All the other articles you read didn’t have any proof but this one seemingly did.

You couldn’t believe that after opening your heart again, even though every single person you’ve ever loved has left you alone, you were about to be hurt all over again.

Suddenly, the door of your apartment opened and you saw Yixing’s happy face.

“Ah, jagi, I’ve missed you so much!” he said, walking towards you to kiss you hello.

Affected by the article you just read, you turned your face, so his lips pressed on your cheek.

Yixing gave you a concerned look. “Is everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” you said, trying to hide the article on your laptop but your suspicious movement caught his eye and he turned his head, noticing the picture of him with a girl you had just seen.

He swallowed deeply and seemed to go a few shades paler at the sight of it. You took this as a sign that this was definitely serious and excused yourself.

Just as you stood up and tried to walk back to your bedroom so he wouldn’t see you cry, he grabbed your hand.

“Y/n, stop,” he said. “You know this is bullshit, right?”

“I don’t know anything,” you said, using your free hand to cover your face.

“What do you mean? You know I love you!” Yixing said, trying to pull you closer. “That’s Chanyeol’s sister. She was getting out of a car and I was trying to be nice and help her, so I took her hand. Are you listening to me? It doesn’t mean anything.”

“This isn’t th-the first time I’m reading an article l-like this,” you told him through quiet sobs.

“Why are you even reading—Y/n, listen to me,” Yixing looked somewhat annoyed but he kept his composure because he saw you were hurting. “None of these articles mean anything. They’re just trying to cause rumours. I would never leave you for anyone. Never. Don’t forget that.”

Baekhyun

This was one of the busiest weeks of your life. You had three exams in the course of five days and you spent all of your time studying. So, when Baekhyun came over to your apartment, he wasn’t surprised to see you surrounded by books and notes, as you were getting ready for your last exam of the week.

“Hi, baby,” he announced himself, hoping you’ll stop studying for a moment now that he’s here.

You simply nodded in acknowledgment and continued to highlight the important paragraph of the chapter you were reading.

“Can you take a break?” Baekhyun asked, a little surprised that you didn’t bother to even look at him.

“Not right now,” you answered. “I still have three chapters of this book to get through.”

“Okay… but you do realize that I’m leaving for tour in, like, a week?” Baekhyun continued. “I won’t see you for months.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you said, still not raising your head. “I’m just really busy this week.”

“Right,” Baekhyun said, suddenly feeling angry at this rejection. “Okay. I’m leaving then.”

“You could come back a little later,” you suggested hopefully. “I’ll probably be done in a few hours.”

“I’m not sure I’ll want to,” Baekhyun answered and was about to open the door of the apartment when he heard you shut your book.

When he turned around, he saw you stare at him with wide eyes, fear evident in them even though he was across the entire apartment from you.

“You won’t want to?” you asked quietly, your heart hammering in your chest. The irrational fear of another person leaving you and never coming back slowly creeping into your brain.

Baekhyun’s stomach dropped at the sight of your distressed face. He sprinted across the apartment to be closer to you.

“No, no, I’m sorry I said that,” he apologized immediately. “I just want your attention, I didn’t mean to say that, I’m sorry. I-I’ll take a nap while you study, okay? I’ll be right here when you’re done.”

Chen

Neither one of you could even remember what the fight was about, although you were sure that it started out as a small argument and then escalated within a few seconds. You tried to keep your posture but you already felt close to tears as Chen snapped back at you in a raised voice.

“Jongdae, you need to—”

“Don’t tell me what I need to do!” he yelled, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation.

This sudden movement caused you to flinch involuntarily and take a careful step back as the tears, that were threatening to come, finally broke free, along with the memories of never being good enough. Of never being loved enough.

It took Jongdae a moment to realize that you had started to cry quietly, since he had his back turned to you and was breathing heavily. When he finally turned around, he had already opened his mouth to yell, but his voice got caught in his throat as he saw how fragile you looked.

You had your arms wrapped around yourself with your face turned to the side so you wouldn’t be looking at him, with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Oh my God, Y/n,” Jongdae whispered, finally realizing that his unnecessary fight and every single argument was cutting your heart into small pieces. “I’m sorry. I take everything I said back. Let’s forget this day ever happened, okay? Please don’t cry.”

Carefully, he wrapped his arms around you, wanting to see if you’d push him away but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You let him hug you as tightly as he was able to.

“I love you so much,” he was whispering now. “I’m never fighting with you again, I promise. I can’t stand to watch you cry.”

Chanyeol

Chanyeol had locked himself inside of his room, working on a song. You decided not to bother him and only knocked on his door to bring him food and ask him if he’d like to do something. He always said no, cutting you off. So, when he finally exited his room at 11pm, you suddenly got very happy to finally see him again.

“Have you finished the song?” you asked excitedly.

“No,” he replied shortly as he made his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“I could have brought you water,” you tried to say helpfully. He ignored you as he turned the tap on.

You swallowed, not knowing how to keep the conversation going.

“So… how come this song is taking this long?” you asked slowly, not wanting to offend him, and just wondering when were you going to get your boyfriend back.

“Because I can’t get it right,” Chanyeol began ranting as he turned the tap off. “Because the song is the stupidest thing ever.”

“Maybe you should take a break,” you offered as you noticed that his stress was getting the best of him.

He placed the glass down on the counter.

“I can’t take a break! I’ve told you this over twenty times already,” he snapped and turned around to face you, not realizing how menacing he looked when he was towering over you with an angry expression.

You took a step back, feeling anxiety pool in your stomach. A sudden feeling of déjà vu overcame you as your mind traveled back to all of the times you’ve been downgraded and put down by your own family.

You looked down, nodding simply, suddenly very afraid of what Chanyeol was going to say or do next.

“Y/n… are you okay?” he asked, surprising you slightly.

“I’m—”

“I was being an asshole, wasn’t I?” he said, realizing. “I’m sorry. I’m really tired. I don’t know why I snapped at you like that. I’m sorry, Y/n, please don’t feel bad.”

You nodded again, trying to recover and get rid of the anxious thoughts racing in your head.

“I love you,” Chanyeol said, hopefully.

You couldn’t reply right away and Chanyeol panicked mildly, running towards you. He lifted your chin, so your eyes met, and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I’m not going back to work until you smile,” he told you. “And tell me that you love me even if I’m being a pain in your ass.”

You laughed at this, making him smile softly.

“That’s my girl,” he said softly. “I really am sorry, Y/n.”

D.O.

You and Kyungsoo have been in a relationship for almost a year, and you haven’t gotten into a fight once. Your personalities completed each other so well that you never disagreed about anything. Which is why it was a shock to you both when you found yourselves arguing about the future of your relationship.

“I’m just afraid,” you told him when for the twentieth time he insisted it was time to confirm your relationship in public. “I don’t want people to start hating on me. I don’t want to be in the spotlight.”

“Well, I don’t want to keep you a secret,” he shot back. “We’ve been together for so long. I’m sick of lying and saying that I’m single.”

“Why does it matter?” you asked. “A relationship is between two people. Why do we have to make it a worldwide issue?”

“A worldwide issue?” Kyungsoo raised his eyebrows, laughing humourlessly. “Since when is our relationship an issue?”

“It’s not… you know what I mean,” you sighed.

“No,” Kyungsoo countered. “I don’t know what you mean. And I don’t know why the fuck you’re being so difficult.”

All air had suddenly gone out of your lungs. You’ve had heard these words said to you before. You never wanted to hear it again, as even the memory alone was enough to bring you to the verge of tears.

Kyungsoo heard you take in a shaky breath and all of his anger disappeared the moment he realized what he had said to you.

“Oh my God, no, no, no,” he muttered, coming forward to take your hand and kiss it. “I must have gone crazy for a moment to actually say what I said to you. I don’t mean that. You’re not difficult. You’re the love of my life.”

Kai

You’ve seen him get jealous before. His jealousy usually showed itself in the form of insecurity, making him clingy and needy for your attention. This time, however, it was a completely different story.

“Have you seen what people are saying?” he shouted. “They’ve been tweeting me for the past two days about how you were seen hugging some guy. There are even pictures to prove it!”

“He’s one of my good friends, I’ve already told you this,” you tried to explain.

“Right. And you just so happen to hug him right in front of the cameras, yeah?” he pushed. “Multiple times. In different locations.”

“I hugged him when I said hi,” you tried to stay calm. “And then when we were saying goodbye. That’s two times, Jongin.”

“And that’s two times too many!” he insisted, not realizing how childish that sounded. “How do you think it makes me feel when I’m away and all I can think about is my girlfriend hanging out with some guy?”

“For the tenth time, he’s my friend.”

“That’s not what it fucking looks like!” Jongin shouted, losing his patience completely, and angrily hitting his fist on the counter in front of him.

You jumped back after this, looking at him with horrified eyes. His sudden violent outburst was new. Unfortunately, this was not the first time you’ve seen someone lose control in front of you.

Suddenly overcome with fear, you took a few more steps back, further away from him, despite knowing very well that Jongin would never hurt you.

He realized he’d stepped over the line immediately, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he said, not daring to come closer to you. “I shouldn’t have… Y/n, I promise you, this it the last time you see me lose control like that, okay?”

You stayed quiet, not knowing what to reply, but also not knowing if you’d be able to talk even if you did have what to say.

“I would never hurt you. You know that right?” he asked quietly. You managed to nod. “Okay. Good. Can I hug you? Please?”

You nodded again. He walked out of the kitchen and towards you, wrapping his arms around your body tightly, letting you know how much he loved you not in words but with actions.

Sehun

You were just teasing him, trying to get him to smile after he’d had a long day. However, he misunderstood something you said and got offended.

“Wow,” he scoffed, standing up from the couch where the two of you have been cuddling. “Is that really what you think of me?”

“Sehun, no. I was kidding,” you said, not smiling anymore.

“Well, it’s not very funny,” he said, walking out of the room.

“Okay, I realize that now—” you started to say, following him out of the room.

“You realize that too late,” he cut you off angrily, without stopping.

“Let me apolog—”

“Your apologies don’t mean shit!” Sehun yelled, stopping in the hallway and turning to face you.

You were taken aback by this. He was never one to scold you and you knew it must have been the stress, but it still forced you to remember all of those times you couldn’t please your family. All of those times they yelled at you for doing the smallest thing wrong.

You thought you’d left them behind, but Sehun’s outburst brought all of it back.

You nodded and turned around, deciding that maybe it’d be better if the two of you took a time-out. But you didn’t get very far because Sehun caught up to you and blocked your way.

“Wait, I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“It’s fine. It’s my fault,” you said automatically.

A pained expression settled on Sehun’s face as the words left your lips.

“It’s not,” he said softly. “You apologized. I didn’t listen. It’s my fault and I’m sorry.”

You dared to look up at him. “I really didn’t mean what I said.”

“I know,” he nodded, extending his arms so he could embrace you. “Let’s go back to doing what we’re so good at.”

“Which is what?” you asked as you entered his arms, allowing him to hug you.

“Cuddling,” he answered. “And being so in love it’s disgusting.”

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SKETCHING THE PORTRAIT OF CHLOMO IN 3,2,1

For the upcoming documentary project my group and I decided to make Peer’s friend Chlomo the subject matter of our film. Chlomo is training to be a circus performer and specialises in trapeze. He started out as a dancer and did some juggling over the years before joining the Circomedia Academy.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RWhlD8hmUdxYJ7GPl35OrfIlpCGtpqYt5VBVbvyDj_I/edit

From the things Peer told us about Chlomo we gathered 3 important pieces of information that could each develop a narrative thread worth pursuing and even help us discover the focus of our film.

Firstly, Peer mentioned Chlomo’s dyslexia and the way in which learning disorder shaped him into a more visual person. It was an instant connection with the aesthetic ideas we had about the style of our film. Yet, this interested me further and I went to research around the connection between the before mentioned reading obstacle and creativity. An artist called Billy Childish has been recently brought to my attention. He too suffers from dyslexia and specialises in painting, photography and poetry.

His paintings, although vibrant in colour, are fragmented in the use of the same. No colour dominates the canvas, but rather specs of different colours are laid out in a delicate collage. This fragmentation is something I noticed in his poetry. He intentionally leaves in grammatical errors caused by his dyslexia which makes the words seem broken, bent, not quite right. And yet, when assembled together in a line, verse or an entire poem it’s all very colourful. Almost a poetic technique in itself that makes you pay more attention. It makes you concentrate harder and in that sense, it reflects the way the poet must have felt like while writing it - concentrating hard to get the spelling right.

a terrible thing when keerah was 22 she found that she was 12 weeks pregnant she looked at me with fear in her eyes - what shall I do? - She asked me - - its up to you I said - ile support you in whatever dessision you make I looked out of the garden window i thought I was being so holy so decent so understanding but I didn't stop to look inside and to treat her with enough respect to make the demands of what I wanted i was to bissy being (understanding?) in truth I was too young too drunk and too tied into my own dream of hell to know my own heart i failed myself i failed keerah and I faild our unborn child who I kiss now with this poem

Secondly, Peer recently remembered Chlomo’s phobia of performance. As a young boy, he used to sit in the back row of the theatre so he could get out if the anxiety got too big to deal with. I think it’s fascinating how something that used to frighten you becomes your vocation. It’s more than just getting over your fear - it’s about immersing yourself in your fear. However, since this is a very delicate subject, I think it’s something that should be left to Peer to ask Chlomo about. They’ve been best friends for a long time and Peer knows some things that none of us will be able to know about Chlomo over the course of making this film. In a sense, he is a bridge to a subject matter, a shortcut, but also the person who’ll be able to tell best what kind of approach we should adopt. I think this is a vital element to Chlomo’s character growth and evolution of his artistic expression.

Lastly, Peer mentioned on numerous occasions how Chlomo is a very sociable, outgoing person. At first this was only a reassuring comment about meeting up with him on a Zoom call. However, ever since I started reaching out to people involved in the circus festival in my town I discovered there is more to it than it meets the eye.

I asked a few friends who participated in workshops during the festival if they could forward me the contact details of key organisers and sent out several emails asking if they would be interested in getting involved with this project by answering some questions. A juggler named Tontorino (real name Tomislav Kozarčanin) got back to me and we scheduled a Zoom call for tomorrow. Initially I wanted to use this call for background research to find out as much as I can about contemporary circus firsthand. But after I had put a list of poetential questions I came across a short TV coverage about Tontorino in which he said that his job requires great communication skills because you need to grasp the audience’s attention and then hold it over the course of your 20-30 minute performance. The goal is to keep them engaged from start to finish and make the ending a spectacular surprise, something they didn’t see coming. With this aspect in mind, I will redraft my questions and see if I can focus more on that performance skill. Perhaps we could use Tontorino’s account to further highlight this personality trait in Chlomo and make it stand out in our film.

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Magic Has Just Intensified

By A Gift From Gaia

EDIT 9.16am – Solar winds are now at KP4 we are going higher

So much to report within this energy entering, as you will see it began some hours ago whilst I was sleeping.

I was awoken from my dream state where I was picking up codes, I was sailing (on land and sea) in a massive seagoing boat, like a trawler or perhaps a modern Ark 🙈 and the weather, the rain, the wind, barely able to see what was in front until we crashed straight through, hence why I was sailing the boat on land, although it was barely land anymore, building tips poking out the water like rocks and the sounds of the hull smashing and breaking up what was below, now submerged.

My biggest complaint was being screamed “where’s the F888ING lighthouses”

Symbolic? Always!

“Oooooh there’s never been a night like it”

Feeling the solar energies pulsating through I check for the confirmation and stats, the wind is low, KP3, no field cracks, and we have a new solar cycle sun spot fizzing at a B Class, all super mild BUT and here is the BIG BUT look at what our Sun is being loaded with from beyond.

Aligned with Mercury, Saturn, Pluto and Ceres, with Jupiter and the South Node’s frequencies just being pulled into the magnetic alignment.

Punchy to say the least, pure manifestation energy, MAGIC has just intensified.

Remember, unconscious reacts and moves in slow motions, this appears like chaos Conscious is responsive, super quick and highly expansive, fast light speed magic.

The energies from Solar activations are Masculine, therefore trigger the wounding if held, the old Piscean ways will tell you these are symptoms, and the unconscious beliefs around this is to accept it as a result of the energy. The Aquarian way reads the symbols and realises the restriction or resistance, and acts from the guidance coded in the perceived pain, reconnecting the feminine and the masculine within. Listen and act upon request.

It’s all about data

You will now really begin to see the difference in the navigators and how they guide, reactive or responsive, avoid or engage which will give a wonderful example to the contradiction and make it easier to see how the New Aquarian World works and show the ways to operate.

Feel into the energies, the Piscean guides will hold a high emotional frequency, highly empathetic and a help us vibration Whereas the Aquarian guides will be highly compassionate, encompassing the Divine Plan and sharing the light on responsibility and respect, being the example and surfing through with ease.

Again we are here to assist with what you now know to be restriction and symbolic, the language of the body takes time to relearn, and apply, and it takes time to completely act from this space, it’s a language long forgotten in the Piscean era as we collectively chose to experience the depths of the sine wave we surfed to explore the frequencies of this Earth which meant we separated from our light Source.

But we are returning, and we are remastering the vital language that reconnects us to the endless possibilities we are able to create, provide and experience here.

The Aquarian Age gives freedom and teaches us the very first step of our evolution, how to heal, which ultimately breaks us from the chains of the karmic wheel. We learn to share again, through The Firsts mastering the remembering and filling the collective with the keys for when the locks are finally Seen, and with this, we evolve and this is where the unity begins, like a drip into a trickle and before we know it we have the flood.

Again, unity is a reflection, Charleen was asking some questions yesterday, so I’ll share some gems here. So many talk of Oneness but Oneness cannot be Seen until it’s experienced within So many talk of unity but until the unification has begun within, the Masculine and the Feminine we continue, collectively, in a state of separation.

The more people talk of unity and Oneness the more they are now shown the lack that stands in the way, hence why so many in the spiritual arena are now beginning to spin like tops.

When we declare we then hold a responsibility to BE.

Of course, this is a dream come true, it’s begun, as we all unknowingly in the beginning claimed to walk the path, storing the coordinates in the know bank of what we learned, what it all means, for the withdrawal and the transition into the being that has now arrived with this air of Divine Responsibility that we find ourselves now experiencing.

Charleens page just flashed up…Walk Talk and Breathe Light

Says it all….

Healing the masculine wounding so it will respond firstly to the feminine guidance from within… BEing who we truly are That is the unification and that is the path that truly places you in the space of Oneness a space where there can be no separation from Fear, there is no judgement, no blame, no lack, just pure perfection in the moment, riding the wave of transformation as the patterns and programs are viewed as they are, with no requirement to make it all personal.

We have a job to do here, none of this is personal and if it is, then let go, it’s an attachment …simple as that.

The feelings and emotions will be your guide, the goal if there was one is to neutralise all unconscious perceived heart bleeding vibrations by realising the roots embedded in this and all other lifetimes. Divine Detachment, do not misunderstand this, it doesn’t mean you do not care, in fact you care MORE because you SEE MORE, collectively, meaning the focus isn’t on the individual presentation, it’s on the energy that creates this collectively and how this is being emitted into the collective field. Divine Detachment removes from the personal aspects, and encompasses each in high responsibility, to recognise the discord from within, adjusting, neutralising, stabilising from within, FULLY trusting through already experiencing that this way creates a new wave emitted into the field which pulsates higher frequencies for the ALL to experience.

Working on a mass scale rather than a singular presentation.

Getting caught up in the details simply highlights the suffering for it to be neutralised, remember this as you move and learn to choose consciously, immediately, without the wait/weight, which again causes the perceived pain especially as we are now moving so incredibly quickly WHICH now speeds up tenfold again.

Uranus tomorrow stations direct, no planets in retrograde and we are electrified by Uranus in transition, this shift for me is like the invention of the electric car, as for the last few days I have been recieving the instructions to begin the ancient ritual of Gifting to the Gods but in the new, modern, Aquarian Way. As I mentioned yesterday I am now bringing it through into my reality and BEcoming it, to learn and feel into what it provides and so far I can confirm, joy, laughter, connection, space, love, communication and therefore expansion. I plan to share the beginning of this with the SoulAr group this evening and see how we unite through the new way and then it will be rolled out here, a United Love Wave around our globe, we are going to take action, we are going to DO something to make a solid difference and its so simple, we will align our hearts, minds and actions which is what an alignment is, that is how prayer works in the Aquarian Age, it’s called showing up.

#toolateforprayer is the hashtag for World Responsibility if you choose to share light too

Uranus going direct is going to be like an electrical shockwave to the foundations of the collective. We are already seeing it unfold, the way things have been done, traditions, establishments, the old order, all of it now ready for change.

In fairness the planetary energy explanations can simply be explained with a short sentence

Age of Aquarius is now entering and it’s being noticed, faintly, as the cloud formation showed yesterday.

But we will continue to look at specifics whilst the energy is so incredibly detailed and fast.

Lunar Eclipse tomorrow in tropical Cancer. Whilst opposite the Capricorn Council. Do I need explain the power of this?

Release the beliefs, release the unconscious everything, a data dump in lightening speed because the support is here. Move as though this is a Gift to your Soul, an offering of Peace to instantly remove the old templates, or for some the loud physical reality distortions now, going against the pulling emotions and simply be prepared to view the screaming banshee as you banish it’s toxic frequency and toss it over the cliff.

What is the point.

Each of us will be showing up to the Capricorn Council, to be given our direction, do you want to stare these guys in the face drowning in unconsious data? Or give the offering of a purified water in the Aquarian Cup?

This is all so symbolic angels

Energetically our planet is showing conflict and a need to balance and purify, it is a mirror, trust the pattern, move with the pattern, merge with the new by deleting the old and watch how things in your entire field shift, with more ease than the last time you attempted alignment.

We are cosmic seconds away from the Ceres, Saturn, Pluto, Sun and Mercury exact alignment.

Portal complete, coordinates chosen for the next part of the journey, but are you repeating or are you expanding and creating in a completely new field? Those holding the unconscious tones increase the volume of chaos for all to experience, those holding conscious tones shine upon those darkened spots, and we continue to escalate until all is Seen. Some used to call this the battle of light and dark.

Resistance is futile.

These gentle winds, these next few days are going to be whipping up a storm that sees us sailing land and sea, breaking down and through the old, paving the way for new light structures to be built.

Opportunities to jump ship, onto the big boats are here, some may feel completely whacky, against the grain, but watch how it shifts for those brave to move over.

Please bear with me on responding to emails, I’ve a stack to get through whilst so much is moving in my own field too, which of course must be the priority, as your is too

Sending so much love to All 💙💙💙

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100 Questions

1. What was on your mind mostly today? back pain

2. If someone looked on your bed, what would they find? pile of clothes that need to be put away, a big ass teddy and a load of cushions

3. What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? nothing. I can't move atm cause of my back injury

4. Are you nice to everyone? I try to be

5. Is it possible to be single and happy? yes

6. Is it easy for people to make you cry? too easy

7. Did you sleep alone last night? yup

8. Do you play with dead bugs? ew no wtf

9. Honestly, are you dating two people? im not even dating one person

10. Do you think things will change in the next 3 months? I hope so

11. Have you ever slept in the same bed with someone other than family? yes

12. Do you want to see somebody right now? no I want to go to sleep

13. What if you had a baby with the person you like? no thanks

14. Are you happy? not right now nope

15. Have you ever tripped in public? yes

16. Is there anyone who doesn’t like you? idk probably, you can't be liked by everyone

17. Have you ever sat in the back of a police car? nope

18. Are you stubborn? can be yes

19. Do you tend to hold a grudge? a little bit

20. What’s a fact about the last person that texted you? he's my dad.. first fact I thought of was that he was on a tv show with Terry Wogan about 8 years ago

21. Has anyone called you perfect before? yes, they lied

22. Where is the biggest scar on your body? my stomach

23. Have you ever been told you were amazing? yes, again they lied

24. Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs? probably not no

25. Are you trying to avoid liking somebody at the moment? yes

26. Do you trust all your friends? not 100% 27. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? can't think of anything

28. What pissed you off today? I found a moth in my cereal

29. What was the last thing you cried about? pain

30. Who was the last girl you talked to? mom

31. Do you know anyone who drinks a lot? not really no

32. Who sits next to you in English? im not in school anymore thank god, so n/a

33. Ever talked to someone who was drunk? yes. I dont drink and when I'm at a party I tend to attract the drunk people. last party I went to I had a very drunk middle aged woman crying on my shoulder and another drunk guy singing in my face and trying to pull me into a photo booth. I still have no idea who these people are.

34. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? nope. I haven't really listened to any music today

35. How late did you stay up last night and why? went to bed about half 10, which is early for me. was in so much pain I just wanted to go to sleep asap

36. Do you know how to properly use grammar in a sentence? mostly yeah 37. Are your parents very protective of you? yes, and Im 22 next month. I dont think they’ll ever stop being protective

38. Will you be in a relationship in the next couple months? probably not no

39. How many drugs are in your system? Prescription drugs, two; paroxetine and levothyroxine

40. The person who hurt you the most calls and needs you, do you go? I can't think of anyone who has really hurt me that much

41. Is it easy to pretend everything’s okay for you? yes I do it every day

42. Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to on the phone? it was just some random lady from Wilko store so not really no

43. Do you think you are a good person? I try

44. What do you want right this second? to not be in pain

45. Do you think it makes him weak if a guy cries? not at all

46. Have you ever cried cause you were so mad? yes. its an involuntary reaction when I get angry, which is super annoying

47. Could you last in a relationship for over a year? I hope so

48. Who were you with on your birthday? mom, dad, sis and sis’ boyf 49. Have you ever crawled through a window? yes

50. First person to talk to you in 2014? how the fuck am I supposed to remember that, it was 3 years ago

51. Do you miss your past? I miss how healthy I was and the way I looked, but I do not miss where I was

52. It’s 4 in the morning, your phone rings, who is it? probably a drunk rhys

53. Do you have anything interesting planned for the next week? yes! I'm going to The Vamps concert at the end of this week and my sis got us passes to the beauty show for the beginning of next week

54. Who was the last person to text you? Do you know when that person’s birthday is? my dad, 18th January

55. What were you doing 4 hours ago? sitting on the same sofa I'm on now

56. Is there a certain song that you can’t stop listening to atm? Slow Hands

57. Tell me 3 things that your friends don’t know about you. I can't say

58. What is something that people often give to you as a gift? anything Disney related

59. Do you tend to hold on to a lot of stuff you don’t need, just because it has sentimental value? yes, I hoard things

60. What is something that reminds you of your ex? n/a

61. Has the last person you kissed ever cried in your arms? no

62. Which would you prefer to receive as a gift - flowers or chocolate? chocolate

63. When did you last take a shower/bath? Do you wash your hair every time? not gonna lie, I only shower like once a week (sometimes longer if I'm extra lazy) but I always make sure that I dont smell bad.

64. Would you prefer to be somewhere else right now? bed

65. Do any of your followers on Tumblr have your phone number? yes, but they're friends who I know in person

66. Will you be going out tonight, or staying in? staying in

67. How many times have you been in love? never

68. If you were heartbroken, who would help you pick up the pieces? mom or sis

69. Apparently, it’s very common to crave chocolate around the ‘time of the month’; do you ever get that craving? hell yeah! I get chocolate cravings every freakin day, not just when its ‘time of th month’

70. How would you feel about dating someone who had a reputation for being a player in the past? Do you think that players will ALWAYS be players, or is it possible that they can change? id give them a chance, but they would have to prove to me that they changed

71. Did you sleep well last night? no

72. Is your bedroom big enough for you? yes. I would like a bigger room for decor purposes but I dont need more space been as theres only me in there

72. Are you looking forward to seeing someone soon? yah, my cousin on Friday who I havent seen in months

73. Ever had a one-night stand? no

74. Is anyone flirting with you? I wouldn't know haha I'm oblivious

75. Have you ever felt pressure to do anything you didn’t want to, like smoking, drinking, or losing your virginity, before you were ready for it? If so, how did you deal with that? my friends do try to pressure me into drinking, but I'm strong willed with my choice not to. I'm stubborn with things like that

76. Do you consider yourself to be an intelligent person? Why/why not? in some ways yeah, I can't really explain it. I'm not super clever, but I know a lot of practical skills and I do know random facts that shock my sis quite a lot

77. Who would you most like to be stuck in a lift with? Eddie Redmayne

78. Is there anyone you’d HATE to be stuck in a lift with? SO many people

79. When did you last talk to the person you love/like? What did you talk about? there isn't anyone I really like atm

80. Have you ever seen your father cry? only a handful of times. first time was when we lost my unborn baby brother. Other times have been when our dogs have died. Also he cries every time he watches the scene in ‘The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobe’ where Alsan is killed.

81. How would your parents react if you got pregnant? mom would be thrilled. I dont know how dad would react.

82. Do you/did you keep to your school’s uniform/dress code? I did, I was terrified of getting in trouble

83. If the last person you kissed said you were the only one they wanted, would you believe them? no. I know how easy he finds cheating so I wouldn't trust him

84. What was the highlight of your summer? tbh I can't remember last summer right now, Im too tired

85. The last time you threw up, was it because you were hungover? nope

86. Have you ever seen the film ‘Wake Wood’? What did you think of it? never heard of it

87. Are you confused about anything atm? Is there anything bothering you? Or, is everything good? a lot of things bothering me atm

88. If you say ‘I’ve had enough’ or ‘I’m done’, do you always mean it? I do

89. Who was the last person that invited you to their house? my sis

90. Have your parents ever told you about any alternative names they considered for you, or the name they would have chosen, if you’d turned out to be a boy? yeah, my dad wanted to call me Sarah, but mom said no cause thats what his ex girlfriend was called. they also called about the name ‘fearne’

91. Are you friends with any of your exes? n/a

92. Have you ever had to make an emergency phone call? no

93. If you’re in a relationship, how is it going? If you’re single, are you looking for someone? single. I dont believe in actively looking for someone, I believe in fate and that God will bring the right person along at the right time.. (I just wish he’d hurry it up a bit haha)

94. What language do you like the sound of? italian

95. Think about the last guy, outside of family, that you had a conversation with. Do you find him sexy? ew no

96. What do you think is an assumption that someone could make about you, just by looking at your Tumblr? Would this assumption be correct? that Im obsessed with newt Scamander... and they wouldn't be wrong ;)

97. What’s the most attractive physical feature of the person you love/like? no one I like atm, but I find certain eyes and mouths attractive

98. Do you consider yourself to be a strong person? Why/why not? nope. I'm just not.

99. Tell me about a special moment you’ve had with the person you love/like. again, n/a right now

100. What are you doing tomorrow? not much, I can't move much atm with my injury

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What was on your mind mostly today? things i had to do today, like pick up a package from the post office. wyatt. jacob. lots of other stuff.

If someone looked on your bed, what would they find? right now, blankets and two pillows.

What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? surprise party for one of my cousins at 9:30 pm. that’s about it. other than that, i’ll be just hanging at home taking care of pups and wyatt.

Are you nice to everyone? for the most part, yes.

Is it possible to be single and happy? well, yes.

Is it easy for people to make you cry? right now it probably wouldn’t take much.

Did you sleep alone last night? nope. i haven’t slept alone in a very long time.

Do you play with dead bugs? no. gross. who does that???

Honestly, are you dating two people? i am not.

Do you think things will change in the next 3 months? i’ll probably be working but that’s about it, besides wyatt getting older and growing...

Have you ever slept in the same bed with someone other than family? well, yeah. my husband and i have shared a bed every night since he turned 18 pretty much.

Do you want to see somebody right now? jacob.

What if you had a baby with the person you like? i did have a baby with him. and he’s the cutest. :)

Are you happy? yeah, i would say so.

Have you ever tripped in public? i do that all the time.

Is there anyone who doesn’t like you? oh, plenty of people.

Have you ever sat in the back of a police car? no. but i have sat in the front.

Are you stubborn? i definitely can be.

Do you tend to hold a grudge? not generally i guess.

What’s a fact about the last person that texted you? he’s a welder.

Has anyone called you perfect before? it’s possible.

Where is the biggest scar on your body? my right elbow.

Have you ever been told you were amazing? i guess so.

Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs? not likely.

Are you trying to avoid liking somebody at the moment? nope.

Do you trust all your friends? not really, no.

If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you? i’m sure i could think of some things i wouldn’t argue changing. i fuck shit up all the time.

What pissed you off today? thinking about vaness and michelle and all the bullshit.

What was the last thing you cried about? jacob made me feel like i’m sucking at being a mom but i’m not. i’m doing damn good, and i’m pretty much the only one who really takes care of wyatt. jake goes to work and comes home and plays video games with a headset on.. i can sometimes get him to hold him for me so i can go bathroom or cook.. he sometimes changes diapers too. jacob doesn’t really do well with babies i guess..

Who was the last girl you talked to? my 14 year old sister.

Do you know anyone who drinks a lot? yeah, or at least, used to.

Who sits next to you in English? i’m not in school anymore.

Ever talked to someone who was drunk? many, many times..

Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today? yes i have.

How late did you stay up last night and why? we went to bed around 11:30-12.. that’s when wyatt was done eating and sleeping.

Do you know how to properly use grammar in a sentence? it might not always seem like it, but yes, i do.

Are your parents very protective of you? yeah, they’re pretty protective, even though i’m 23 years old.

Will you be in a relationship in the next couple months? definitely.

How many drugs are in your system? none.

The person who hurt you the most calls and needs you, do you go? probably not, honestly..

Is it easy to pretend everything’s okay for you? i think i’m pretty decent at it. most of the time, everyone thinks i’m totally okay.

Are you afraid of losing the last person you talked to on the phone? not really..

Do you think you are a good person? i don’t think i am, no. although i’m not a horrible person either.

What do you want right this second? my diploma and transcripts so i can get a job i actually want when i get one.

Do you think it makes him weak if a guy cries? of course not!!! guys are just as human as girls and have every right to express their emotions too. it’s bullshit that society tries to make it so they can’t..

Have you ever cried cause you were so mad? definitely has happened.

Could you last in a relationship for over a year? obviously. been with jacob over eight.

Who were you with on your birthday? jacob and family.

Have you ever crawled through a window? i have.

First person to talk to you in 2014? i don’t remember. probably my parents or siblings or jacob.

Do you miss your past? yeah. or, parts anyway. i miss being close to some people and the way some things were.

It’s 4 in the morning, your phone rings, who is it? i wouldn’t know.

Do you have anything interesting planned for the next week? not especially, no.

Who was the last person to text you? Do you know when that person’s birthday is? my brother. and i sure do. september 11.

What were you doing 4 hours ago? i was just getting ready to leave my house to got to the post office and whatnot.

Is there a certain song that you can’t stop listening to atm? not really.

Tell me 3 things that your friends don’t know about you. i’m not sure there is anything...

What is something that people often give to you as a gift? books. gift cards. money.

Do you tend to hold on to a lot of stuff you don’t need, just because it has sentimental value? most definitely do that. drives jake nuts. we have a couple boxes of stuff because of that..

What is something that reminds you of your ex? none honestly.

Has the last person you kissed ever cried in your arms? not in my arms, no.

Which would you prefer to receive as a gift - flowers or chocolate? probably flowers. i don’t eat much chocolate. flowers are pretty.

When did you last take a shower/bath? Do you wash your hair every time? not even going to lie, it was sunday. i never get to do much to take care of myself.. i might see if i can get a shower in tonight though since we’re going out probably tomorrow night.

Would you prefer to be somewhere else right now? i’m okay here i guess.

Do any of your followers on Tumblr have your phone number? no. well, i take that back. a couple of my sisters follow one of my blogs and they do have it of course. they never get on tumblr though.

Will you be going out tonight, or staying in? tonight we’re hanging at my parents’ house a bit because i have to do some laundry and try to get some sort of health insurance for wyatt. my dad’s going to help us look at options. on the plus side, my mom is making dinner.

How many times have you been in love? once truly.

If you were heartbroken, who would help you pick up the pieces? i don’t know that anyone would, because i probably wouldn’t talk about it in “real” life..

Apparently, it’s very common to crave chocolate around the ‘time of the month’; do you ever get that craving? not really chocolate but i tend to eat a little more, and will never pass up sweets. lol.

What was your last reason for crying? i already answered this.

How would you feel about dating someone who had a reputation for being a player in the past? Do you think that players will ALWAYS be players, or is it possible that they can change? i mean, if they showed me that wasn’t still who they were, i wouldn’t care. it’s totally possible for most people to change.

Did you sleep well last night? not especially. little man was up every couple hours to eat, and a little before 4 am it took a couple hours to get him to go back to sleep after i fed him again.

Is your bedroom big enough for you? it’s an okay size i suppose.

Are you looking forward to seeing someone soon? jacob when he gets off work.

Ever had a one-night stand? no. those aren’t my thing.

Is anyone flirting with you? no. that doesn’t really happen anymore.

Have you ever felt pressure to do anything you didn’t want to, like smoking, drinking, or losing your virginity, before you were ready for it? If so, how did you deal with that? yeah, i’ve been pressured to do things, but i generally still didn’t do whatever it was.

Do you consider yourself to be an intelligent person? Why/why not? i’d say i’m pretty average in intelligence.. i’m not super smart, but not dumb either...

Who would you most like to be stuck in a lift with? probably jacob because he’s good at keeping me calm most of the time.

Is there anyone you’d HATE to be stuck in a lift with? christian, jason, matt, or tito are at the top of that list.

When did you last talk to the person you love/like? What did you talk about? this morning. just goodbye and told him to have a good day.

Have you ever seen your father cry? yeah. not often, but it sucks when it happens.. either parent, really.

How would your parents react if you got pregnant? my mom was thrilled but my dad was a little worried i think because the world we live in today and whatever. wyatt has them both wrapped around his little finger though already now.

Do you/did you keep to your school’s uniform/dress code? i followed our dress code for the most part except some of the more ridiculous rules, like about where holes were allowed to be on pant legs.

If the last person you kissed said you were the only one they wanted, would you believe them? yes. i would.

What was the highlight of your summer? this summer hasn’t come yet.

The last time you threw up, was it because you were hungover? nope. i had to take the glucose intolerance test when i was pregnant and after my blood got drawn, i threw up all over the bathroom at the doctor’s office.. it sucked.

Have you ever seen the film ‘Wake Wood’? What did you think of it? i have no idea what that is.

Are you confused about anything atm? Is there anything bothering you? Or, is everything good? not really confused about anything at the moment. only things bothering me is i’m tired and some financial things and other things i don’t want to talk about right now.

If you say ‘I’ve had enough’ or ‘I’m done’, do you always mean it? not always i guess.

Who was the last person that invited you to their house? i honestly don’t remember. probably tito but he just wanted to try to get in my pants. turns out he is a super shitty person who pretends to care but he really doesn’t. probably should have figured that out sooner, but i give out way too many chances.

Have your parents ever told you about any alternative names they considered for you, or the name they would have chosen, if you’d turned out to be a boy? not really.. i probably would have been jonathan if i had been a boy.. that’s what they named my brother.

Are you friends with any of your exes? nope.

Have you ever had to make an emergency phone call? yeah. once when my brother and parents were fighting.

If you’re in a relationship, how is it going? If you’re single, are you looking for someone? it’s going alright for the most part.

What language do you like the sound of? i don’t know, really.

Think about the last guy, outside of family, that you had a conversation with. Do you find him sexy? does jacob count even though we’re married and technically have started our own family? i guess since he’s technically my family along with our son, he wouldn’t. that means it’d be the cashier at the gas station, and i can’t say that i found him all that attractive, so no.

What do you think is an assumption that someone could make about you, just by looking at your Tumblr? Would this assumption be correct? i don’t really know to be honest. and it depends which blog or whatever they’re looking at.. this one, they’d probably think i’m mostly okay and normal.. i don’t think that’d be correct..

What’s the most attractive physical feature of the person you love/like? his eyes.

Do you consider yourself to be a strong person? Why/why not? i’m definitely not strong physically and i don’t think i’m all that strong emotionally either.

Tell me about a special moment you’ve had with the person you love/like. when we got married. it was crazy stressful but once it started, it was amazing and everything i wanted.

What are you doing tomorrow? cousin’s surprise party probably at least for a bit. everyone wants me to go so they can see wyatt. lol.

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Hidden truths ( first 4 chapters)

Prologue The night was crisp with the smell of pine and the musk of rotting leaves. It was unseasonable warm for a late september night, the perfect temperature for tonight's ritual which was best achieved skyclad. Our coven was preparing for the Autumn equinox. A time to invoke the Goddess Hecate.The other members of the coven were preparing . Amitola our coven leader helped me set the circle for tonight's ritual. This year was to be special for me. It would be the first time I would lead the ceremony. Normally all ceremonies were lead by the wise woman or wise man which we haven’t had for nearly a century. Amitola Ravenwood, my soon to be mother in law, has been teaching me to take over for the last few years. Normally the wise woman role would pass to Amitola’s daughter but since she has only a son she has chosen to pass this honor to me. Tonight would be my first attempt at leading. My first chance to prove I was worthy of the honor she has planned to bestow upon me. Elemental candles were placed at the five points of my pentagram. A circle of power was traced in salt to ward evil from entering. As I call forth power I ask my fellow coven members to join me in the circle. As Our powers join I feel something that is just a bit off. Like a peak in power. Initially I attempt to rein it in assuming I’ve reached too far in an attempt to prove myself, but I quickly realize the problem isn’t me but there is definitely a problem. Power is being pushed into my circle the likes of which I’d rarely seen. From that moment forward things become fragmented. Flashes of lightning, thunder, and rain followed by blood and pain. I'm trying to level out the power in the circle but it's no use. Strangers appear around our circle. I don't think the power isn’t coming from them but they are not here to help they feel like pure evil. The circle begins to pulse. The area so steeped in power that the night is bright with energy that I'm nearly being blinded .Amitola and Etan are trying to help me control the surge of energy and hold the circle to no avail . The power continues to build overwhelming our circle until it’s too much and the circle can’t hold any longer. Mora the covens newest addition is the first to break . Everyone else quickly follows. The circle members are thrown in every direction from the force. Evil is like a blanket coating my senses as l lay on the ground surrounded by the newcomers. I attempt to recover and defend myself but the strangers are on us before I can begin to defend myself. They are fast and strong. Taking down member after member. Amitola lay bleeding a few feet away Etan stood over his mother throwing fire balls the size of small suns to keep anyone from reaching his mother.He is so focused on the threat in front of him that he is unaware of the threat coming at his back. A large globe of energy is heading straight for him. All I can think to do to help either of them is put myself between the threat and them.Energy hits my chest. My first thought was “ that’s not so bad just numb is all.” As I lay on the ground feeling something warm and wet soaking the ground beneath me feeling quickly returns to my body, letting me know my time here is short. I prayed to the goddess that Etan and Amitola will be spared for our daughter's sake. She deserves to be raised by one of us. 1 I woke to the sound of my pounding heart and the song “Wanted” by Hunter Hayes playing on my cell phone. One glance at the bedside clock told me it was Three in the morning so the chances were pretty good I knew who was on the phone. “Analese what’s going on? Are you alright?” Seslie demanded. Seslie is my younger sister and a clairvoyant, but more than that since we were children we have had this bond that can tell us when the other one is in trouble and if close enough where they are. So my recent nightmares are not only affecting me ,but her as well. “Just the nightmare again, Ses” I attempt to reassure her. “Did you get anything new this time? Any clues as to what this all means or what the warning is about?” she asked. I’d started having what can only be called bad dreams almost two weeks ago. They started with just a feeling of fear and running away from someone or something, and have now progressed to full on night mares with me waking in the grippes of fear so strong it seeps through the bond my sister and I share. “ The same feelings of being chased. The voice that is telling me to act before it’s too late!” “ Sure wish I knew too late for what?” “Because I’m not getting the feeling it’s anything I should look forward to.” “ I did however remember eyes.” “ What do you mean eyes?” “Green eyes. Human eyes I think or pretty close at least .But nothing to go with them.” “How about you? Are you getting anything from all this ,besides my terror?” “Ana! You know when it comes to us I’m mind blind!” She practically screeched in my ear. This has been a rather sore subject for Seslie ever since she realized at an early age she was clairvoyant. Mind blind means there is a barrier blocking her gift. It can either be internal or external some people are born mind blind so their minds and futures can’t be read . It’s as if their path is unwritten so no one can read them. That’s the internal type. External which is her case is blocked due to personal gain. According to the goddess teachings one's gifts can’t be used for personal gain. Therefore knowing our own future would be cheating fate. Which seems to include me. While it would be handy I guess it's still cheating . “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean those kind of feelings Sis. I just thought maybe some of what was seeping through our bond may have given you some idea or thoughts on this mess.” “Oh, well I guess I’m always so worried about you I’ve never thought about what I’m feeling. I can’t really think right now sorry.” “ Well that is to be expected little one. As usual I’m sorry I woke you, but your voice always grounds me and helps me think more clearly. So thanks and love you. Muah!” “Anytime, you’d do the same for me. Love you too. Muah!” Seslie said before we signed off for the night. Okay ,Now I know it’s cheesy but it’s been our traditional sign off in text or on the phone since like forever . I honestly can’t remember a time when we didn’t do it . I’m sure you are wondering what Muah even is well It’s pronounced MOO-AH and it’s a kiss noise. I know corny. Which is so us. Of course I couldn’t sleep after Seslie and I hung up so I decided to analyze the dream. To see what I could get from it. Surely there were some answers there I just needed to be calm and rational about figuring them out. So first there’s the running I am always running but am I running to somewhere or away from something? I’m so choked with fear it’s hard to tell. What else? Breathing, heavy breathing it seems to be coming from behind me . That could be why I’m running although I am a witch with several defensive spells at my disposal so why won’t I just use one of those? Or maybe I did and it wasn’t strong enough. Not that I can think of anything strong enough to withstand my strongest spells. But if it did that would sure as hell explain why I was high tailing my ass out of there. Well Ses is the brilliant one when it comes to research I guess tomorrow she gets some homework. Now the voice that I swear feels so familiar. It keeps telling me “you have to hurry.’ ‘Before it’s too late.” And of course the newest “time is running out.” Don’t ya ever just wish things were simple ? Like hey keep your butt away from there today because if not you're going to die. See now that’s a message . Plain simple and to the point . None of the fog and whispers. I abhorre puzzles. Anyway if the voice isn’t gonna out right tell me what do I focus on here besides the migraine that’s starting from brain overload. Fine so lastly we have the green eyes and like I told Ses they seem human although there are many creatures that can pass as so at first glance. However the eyes are not familiar like the voice. And I can’t understand why I only see eyes without seeing any facial features. I mean how weird is that? At some point I must have drifted off to sleep because morning came too soon. With the sound of the alarm and the blessed smell of my preset coffee maker brewing my favorite Steep and Brew Icing On the Cake coffee. I slowly force myself to roll out of bed heading to the bathroom for my normal morning routine. As I finish pulling up my golden locks into my normal work do. I can’t help but recall how everyone is forever comparing Seslie and I. I am Five years older than her at Twenty-five have long pale blond hair with golden highlights. While she has the dark rave hair you would expect of our Cherokee heritage. We both have perfect sun kissed skin year round and the benefit of never getting a sunburn . Thank the Goddess. Our eyes are a golden brown and we both have the same pouty mouth and long dark lashes. We are however vertically challenged at a whopping Five feet Four inches which is why we love us some high heels and stilettos that are made of wood are never a bad thing incase we run into a hungry vampire with no manners one well place stiletto and vampire no more. Not that all vampires are bad in fact for the most part they are good and abide by the rules set forth by the Nonhuman Council. In fact Seslie is currently see a very charming and quite sexy vampire. Yes I know how clique. All vampire are sexy now days according to television and books . Well let me assure you this is not the case here in Illinois. For some reason our vampires seem to think being dead means there’s no longer a need to follow basic rules of hygiene. Which I’m not sure about you but for me BO and halitosis are not in my current list of turn ons and if they ever are please just put a bullet in my brain and put me out of my misery. 2 Pulling into the parking lot at the clinic where, I work at my traditional five minutes late, I’m happy to note that Dr. Jensen has not yet arrived. Before you even think it yes I work at a doctors office. Because besides being a witch I am also a nurse. I do not just make potions and hexes all day long in fact I have never performed a hex in my life and can honestly say that is not the kind of magic I wish to practice. As for the potions well of course any good witch can and does brew them so, I have my fair share on hand but my sister and I rely mostly on expression and ley line magic. Since those powers come from ourselves and naturally powerful places in the earth. Dr. Jensen and Dr. Jameson are my bosses at the Oncology/ hematology clinic. In regular speak that is cancer and blood disorders. They are both semi retired so each one works three weeks then takes three weeks off. This is Dr Jensen’s weeks which means they will be very tense and hurried. Dr. Jensen and Dr. Jameson are like night and day. Dr. Jensen wears a wool three piece suit year still carries a pocket watch and is very, very uptight and likes things to run just so. While Dr. Jameson wears khakis a polo and just tends to take thing as the go. One of my best friends and fellow nurses once compared our weeks with Dr. Jensen as our time “in the sandbox” due to the immature and two year old behaviors displayed during his rotations. Needless to say it has stuck. My day started out as normal checking in patients. Taking blood, vital signs and weights then placing them in exam room to see the doctor. Who speak of the devil arrived just as we were placing the second patient into a room. Wow, and only thirty minutes early he must have decided to give us a break today. Lucky us. Today I’m working in the chemo room with Celia. Celia is a mare. Better known as a horse shifter. However Celia is not your traditional mare. In Horse shifter culture they tend to treat breeding much the same as regular horses one stud to multiple mares and the from an extended family unit sharing this one male and raising all their foul together. Well Celia didn’t find any of this appealing. She and her mate chose a human ceremony swearing themselves to only each other and will only breed with one another. Got to give a women credit where do when one mare can for full all the needs of a randy stallion she is one hell of a woman or horse in this case. Our day was progressing pretty much the way most days in the chemo room do. Place IVs or access ports. A port is just an implanted IV access commonly used when a patient has long term treatment requiring intravenous access with varying times between. So very common in our office. Then running labs and waiting for the doctor see each patient and set the doses of chemotherapy. When I was starting Mrs. Artsons’ first treatment it was well into the afternoon so I was mainly running on autopilot after just the few hour of sleep I had when Celia appeared beside me. Celia just gave me this look that said something wasn’t right. For someone as cool and collected as Celia that’s saying a lot. As I finished with Mrs. Artson and quickly returned to the mixing room of course assuming that is where something had gone wrong which in and of itself is dire. The mixing room is where we mix each Patient chemotherapy based on double and sometimes triple checked calculation. But as I stepped into the room I felt it. Magic the feeling one feels when there is another nonhuman of power near. It’s source wasn’t immediately clear and with a room that is only eight by eight and the mixing hood takes up a third of that. That’s a scary feeling. As I ventured farther into the room I became aware of the pixy hovering above the counter to my right. Now don’t get all excited because pixies are nothing like they are in cartoons and books. This particular pixy goes by the name of Jin . He is about six inches tall with wings that remind me of a fly except the are blue and green . He has an over sized head and big round green eyes that are wide set with a flat pug like nose and sharp pointy teeth. His body is much the same as ours . He currently wears what looks like pants made of a leather like cloth no shirt and a two inch sword in a sheath is strapped across his back. As I fully enter the room I slide the pocket door closed mainly for my peace of mind because humans refuse to see magical creatures or magic of any kind. The human mind is so logical it tricks itself into believing what they are seeing isn’t real. Thereby a six inch man floating over a counter may to them just look like a bottle we are picky up or setting down or in some cases they do not even acknowledge seeing anything . It just doesn’t exist because let’s face it six inch flying men with tiny swords just do not appear at your doctor's office. Yet here he was so the thousand dollar question is why? But just as I was about to ask that very thing Celia snapped “What the hell? Why are you here? This not the time or place for a drop in BUG!” Of course Celia knows Jin is not a bug and that he can only be here to deliver a message or try to barter a bit of knowledge for a potion or two. She has seen him before and I must say the two really do not care for each others company. However Jin can be very resourceful and he does owe both my sister and I for rescuing him from the web of a black witch a few years ago while trying to track missing children for the human world. It turned out the very web Jin was caught in was meant to capture small children for the black witch's sacrifice to raise a demon under lord. So Seslie and I helped him escape after we used him as a bit of bait to draw the old witch out. Now needless to say Jin wasn’t happy about the whole using him thing ,but in the end his life was spared thanks to us so in the Fey world that means he owes us fealty. Which is a life debt. So he keeps us informed and if he brings something really useful we will give him a harmless potion or two for his trouble. Jin hissed back “ None of your business cow you are not why I’m here.” Celia started to reply but I stopped her by asking the obvious question.”So just why are you here Jin and why couldn’t it wait till after I was done working?” Jin’s irritation was apparent by the blue blur of his wings. When pixies are upset or scared they tend to move their wings at a rate that causes them to appear nothing more than a blur of color. Although after his reply I wasn’t sure it wasn’t a little of both fear and anger. “ The Vampire King has requested an audience with you and your sister this eve at sunset.” Jin blurted. Well you could have knocked me over with a feather because that sure was not even in the same realm as anything I could imagine Jin coming here to tell me. First let me make it clear that a “request” from the Vampire King is not truly a request it is a demand and if not followed bad things will happen. So while I had no wish to Visit said king I truly had no choice because while my sister and I are strong witches we can not deal with a whole nest of vampires. No this would definitely be a meeting we couldn’t skip. “So Jin did he happen to mention why he wishes to see us or why he needed both of us?”He could have asked for either of us if he just wished to talk . Wanting both of us there was a bit unnerving. Yet that would be what he would get if for nothing more than to keep from having to battle him and his. This vampire wasn’t one I cared to cross. “Oh , yes, yes he did” Jin stated sarcastically. “We did our hair and talked all about it. NOT!” “Like he tells me anything. I mean really Witch! I thought you were smarter than that.” He continued to rant but I had already tuned him out thinking of the many possible reasons for a meeting none of them good. 3 After sending Jin away with the message the Seslie and I would be at the meeting. I could not put my mind fully back in work mode. So finally I took Celia’s advice and texted Seslie. Just a simple message “call me ASAP”. Then I waited and waited, but no call, no text . So I texted again “ We really need to talk”. No reply. Then I called, and called, and text some more. At some point I began to pace. Becoming more tense with every step, every unanswered call and message. It was so unlike Seslie to fall of the radar like this. She knew I was. Well in her words a “Worry Wart”. After Three hours I could handle no more . I was convinced something was wrong with my sister, with the bond, with everything. I had to get to her and fast.. So I step into the chemo room to quickly let Celia know what I was planning so she could cover for me. It’s our slow part of the day so things should be fine. Being the friend she is knowing me as well as she does she gives me a knowing smile and nods knowing as well as I do there’s no stopping me at this point I’m beyond reason. When it comes to my sister and even my friends I’m unreasonable. I duck into the ladies room and lock the door. Someone finding me unaware is the last thing I need right now. Next comes the hard part freeing my astral self from my body. To allow me to travel the astral plains where I can fine Seslie make myself visible after freezing the room so no one sees what’s going on . Piece of cake right? Not! For those of you wondering what on earth an astral plain is. It’s simple, the astral plain is and energy reflection of the real world. A higher plain of existence if you will. A place where normal laws like time space, and gravity are not real. These areas or plains as they are called can be traveled by beings or people if they can train themselves to become energy. I happen to be one of these people Seslie is to a lesser degree only due to her lack of desire. Since I am able to become one of these traveler and because of our bond I’m hoping it will take me to my sister where I can regain form and rescue her from whatever is keeping her from calling. All the times I’ve done this before all I needed to do was just think of Seslie and I’d be by her side but to interact on her plain with her in the natural realm I have to materialize and stop time in the room where she is or risk giving the whole non-human thing away. As my astral self appears next to my baby sister in one of the many auditoriums at her school the relief I feel at finding her safe and sound is quickly replaced by embarrassment. She is furious. Seslie doesn’t care for my astral projection. Which may be one of the many reasons she hasn’t honed her ability. She claims traveling as an energy being brings one too close to the gray fields. The area between heaven and hell where the lost ones reside who cannot or will not move on for one reason or another. While the gray fields are a very dangerous place for a being with a soul to travel unprotected she knows this is never the case with me . While the goddess Hecate protects me in spirit always I also wear her in tattoo form across my upper back to be sure not to mention carrying pink quartz for purity and white ash for strength. Cause as much as I do hate to admit it my kid sister is right to fear the lost ones. They will try to hitch a ride on any unprotected soul passing through the gray fields. That’s how we end up with ghost here in the natural realm some idiot astral projected who didn’t know the rules. Needless to say this is not me but it sure doesn’t keep my sister from biting at me about it but I bite right back. Hey what can I say we are sisters after all! And bite is exactly what she does for a whole other reason when she sees me. So after we both simmer down and I’m relieved to find her unharmed and very pissed of I might add. I decide I best make my exit before the other in the room lose too much time. Leaving people frozen while time passes is always a risk so I try to do so as shortly as possible. Just as I reach the doors however I finally remember the whole purpose of this impromptu visit and I turn before I leave the room to holler back “ We have an appointment with the Vampire King at sunset” and unfreeze the room as the doors swing shut behind me and my astral self snaps back to my body. As I become aware of my surroundings in the office ladies room I drop to my knees. It always takes a few minutes to get my bearing with the sharp pounding in my head and the churning in my stomach I’m quickly reminded why I very seldom make jaunts like this. The after effect are a bitch. Slowly I rise to the basin splash cool water on my face and neck and stare at my pale ashen face. I need chocolate and caffeine. The recipe to always make things better. Leaving the ladies room rather shaky heading straight to the coffee maker. Now our coffee is definitely no where near the quality of my Step N Brew in fact most days it’s more like burnt sludge. Still it is hot and has caffeine throw in a bunch of creamer and some Sweet N Low and I can tolerate it. As an added bonus someone has been so kind as to bring in donuts so I snag a glazed one to go. Not chocolate but sweet would do. Sitting down in the Chemotherapy room on a stool with my coffee and donut. Trying my best to avoid Celia’s “I told you so look”. Which of course is not working at all . That women can bore holes in you with her stare. Heaven help any children she ever has. I didn’t have to endure the stare for long though just as I took the first bite of my donut hadn’t even begun to chew yet but that didn’t seem to matter. She couldn’t seem to hold her tongue any longer. “Well what happen?” Celia demand with hands on her hips and that mommy look in her eyes. Some child was in trouble when she turned that look on him or her later in life. Even I didn’t really care for it and we’re the same age. “Nothing happen.” I stated rather child like I must admit not meeting her eyes and continuing to sip my awful coffee and shuffle papers. “ Don’t give me that nothing business girl you better spill or I’ll be sitting at Seslie’s tonight and she I’m sure would love to tell me.” Celia states with a smile. “ Fine! She was fine just like you said. She forgot her cell phone at home that’s why she wasn’t answering. Now are you happy?” I mumble truly hating the fact that I have to eat crow in front of my friend. Admitting to over reacting leaves a foul taste in my mouth. “How pissed is she? On a scale from one to ten one being she doesn’t speak to you for a couple days like she did when you did in the high school cafeteria and all her friends thought she was talking to herself or ten like she punches you in the face n nearly breaks your jaw like at basic training when you got her and her whole platoon smoked for popping in at three in the morning?” “Somewhere about an eight or nine maybe leave me in the desert for a day with no water and the closest town is fifty miles or strip me naked and set me in a mound of fire ants. Yeah that sounds about right.” Celia just giggles and pats my back “She loves you girl she just wants you to quiet mothering her and it’s never going to happen. You know it. I know it. Hell even she knows it! Doesn’t change a thing. At that we both laughed. The rest of the day was drama free thank heavens. Patients came and went per their normal schedules. Celia and I fell into our normal groove allowing the afternoon to float by with no more worries. Well work related anyway. Upon leaving work and reaching my car my cell phone rang. Seslie calling for that briefing about our meeting at sunset . Needless to say she was just as shocked and upset as I was unable to guess why on god's green earth he’d want a meeting with us and even more worried that her vampire boyfriend wasn’t around to pick his brain for possible clues. Of course in the end she came to the same conclusion I had we’d find out when we got there since there wasn’t a way to get around going. We arranged to meet in the Capital building parking lots far north west corner at eight o’clock tonight sunset wasn’t till eight twenty-six. The King can’t leave his lair below the capital until then and from that vantage point we can see him or his minions coming. What can I say we are not completely naive witches. 4 Driving to this ultra important meeting had me irritated and more than a little pissed off. I know Leon believes he’s all powerful but to me he’s still just Leon .The lowly vampire that needed my grans protection to even survive when he first came to Illinois from France. He had a kill order on his head for unsanctioned kills. That is draining a human who wasn’t being turned. While it happens sometimes for new vampires that’s why newling’s live under their master’s care for the first year or two after being turned so they learn control. Because they say the craving is like a thirst when you’ve been in the desert for days without water. Grams took pity on Leon because he was somehow related on his mother's side. Plus she truly believed it wasn’t his fault he was turned and his master was killed by a hunter shortly after. Leaving nobody to teach him the ways of a good vampire. Grans didn’t hold the kills against him she is a firm believer in rehabilitation. Yet protocol states no vampire may enter another King or Queens territory unless born or made there. Which makes the fact that Leon is now king of Illinios all the more unique. So even though I can remember Leon from way back when I still play the good little witch and come when he beckens. But don’t you think for one minute that I wasn’t going to let him know about it as soon as we were alone. While I respect what he does and who he is I’m in no way beholding to him. Unlike Seslie I don’t have one of his soldiers that I cuddle up to at night. Pulling into the capital parking lot at 8:15 left me a few minutes to enjoy the nice cool evening. I had enjoyed my trip across town in my little red mustang with the top down. I whipped into the north corner to wait for Ses. From my car I could see Anthony Eds better know as Teddy to his friends. He’s the main day guard for the basement entrance to the tunnels under the capital where the vampires make there home. Tony is a mountain of a man at six foot four and a polar bear shifter to boot. He has your typical bouncer body type big and muscled with a head of white blond hair in a buzz cut the army would respect. If you were going by his looks he has mean down pat. But when he knows you and smiles showing off a pair of adorable dimples like he was at this moment as he strides across the parking lot heading for me as I step out of my car to wait for Ses. Believe you me it’s a site any red blooded female would stop to watch so that’s just what I decided to do. There really are too few things as simple as admiring a nice form I mused at Tony’s approach. I was paying so much attention to the view as it were that it took a second to process that Seslie was pulling in the lot until her car stopped near me.As soon as Seslie was out of the car Tony snatched her up in littarely a bear hug sweeping her right off her feet and kissing her check. As he placed her back on her feet I stepped forward for my turn and returned his hug in kind. When he placed me back on my feet he gave us both a stern glare all fake of course even throwing in a growl for good measure. Letting us both know he felt it had been too long since our last visit. This just made us both giggle. Tony may be hired muscle but we both know we’re not in any danger from him. We have all been friends since junior high. “What?” Ses asked around her laugh. “I never see you two anymore unless it’s at invitation from my boss. What kinda friends does that make you?” he demands. “Now big guy don’t pout. You’ll get wrinkles” I tease. Ses jumps in to play peacemaker to our mock arguing with”now kids play nice.” to Tony she says, “We have missed you too. We’ve just been busy. We promise you haven’t been replaced. You're still our hottest werebear friend” she teased. She almost managed it with a straight face.Which earned her a knuckle rub to the scalp. “You’re so not funny” he teased back. “As much fun as I’m having, Almost as much as you two are” I laughed enjoying the comradery. “We are here for a reason and we all know how lateness makes your boss extra fun. “ I stated starting toward the basement entrance that would take us to the tunnels under the capital to where the vampires made their home. Tony took the lead as we reached the door he had exited. Leading the way through the maze of halls and down two levels to the large open chamber that had been dubbed “ the hall.” There were only a few of the older vamps awake and milling about at this hour as we walked through.Younger vamps require more sleep. No One paid us much mind as we made our way to the small room at the rear of the large chamber. This is where Leon made his office. If he was awake that’s where he would be. Since we were only here because he demanded it he had better be awake. Lord knows hanging out here is not my idea of a good time. I’m a sun and fun kinda girl. Neither of which I was betting I would get in that room. Tony opened the door but did not enter he stepped back to allow us passage and left. Sure enough Leon was at his desk. From the looks of it he had been there awhile. He waved us in and motioned to the chairs in front of him as he wrapped up a call. I took that time to get a better look at him. This is a man who is all about image from his armani suits to his slicked back hair he always seemed to project a calm collected air . I was getting none of that at this moment. His suit was rumpled and looked as if he had slept in it and his hair was sticking up as if he had been running his hands through it . His normal look is uptown chic today I was getting more of a used car salesman vibe. If I wasn’t mistaken he even had a smudge on his tie but I prefered to not think about that. Something must really be up to have him in his current state. The question was what. Leon wasted no time on civilities once Tony shut the door. “Finally” he breathed “I need your help.” “We figured as must,” I said “ But with what exactly?” It took a few moments before he answered. Almost as if he was decided what he wanted to say. I almost thought I was going to have to ask the question again. When he finally did speak it was as if his manors finally kicked in and he said” I’m sorry please do have a seat. This will take a bit to explain so please make yourselves comfortable. Truthfully I’m not even sure where I should begin. Seslie and I allowed Leon to gather his thoughts while we took our seats in the two high back leather chairs. Taking a seat in one of these chairs was downright sinful it didn’t just conform to your body it melted around you till you felt like you never needed to leave. I hated sitting here it made it easy to forget where I was. Of course the whole room screamed luxury from the mahogany desk to the the tiffany lamps it’s what Leon was about. Totally not my thing. Leon seemed to take on last deep breath to fortify himself then he began.”The issue began a little over Three weeks ago.” He stated “ Our first candidate of the month was ready for transformation. Things were completed on schedule and she was placed in her family mausoleum after good byes were said to her old life as is our custom. As you may remember newlings aren’t fit for society for many years and most times are nothing like the person from their old life. If she was going to transition she would return in 24 to 36 hours.” After another deep breath he continued “But she didn’t. We waited 48 hours just to be sure she wasn’t running loose somewhere or unable to get out which sometimes the case . Mostly though the get sidetracked after rising.” That’s vampire PR for they got hungry and went on a killing spree. I thought snidely. Although I was wracking my brain and couldn't for the life of me remember any recent murders or unsolved deaths in the news.Maybe I just hadn’t been paying enough attention. I tuned back into the story as Leo was saying.”But when my men went back neither of those appears to be the case. She was right where she would have risen in the mausoleum . Yet how they found her was the odd to say the least. Her coffin was open and she was slumped over the side when they found her as if she started to rise then she changed her mind. However after my people found her this way and attempted to place her back to rest that’s when the really odd was discovered. Her chest cavity was ripped , I guess would be the best word, Open and blood was everywhere. As if her heart truly had started to beat again until she met with a tragic and morbid true death. While this was disconcerting it wasn’t of much interest at that point . It’s not as if we don’t have a long list of shall we call them patrons ? Waiting to join our ranks. In truth I hadn’t plan to give that episode much thought. That was until it happened three more times . Twice in mausoleums and once in burial sites. The last of which was a rather high ranking legacy. But the pattern was the same as the first the chest ripped open and bleeding that can only come from a beating heart. Leading us to believe there was something deeper than failed turnings here. As to you might have guessed by now they all were missing something. There have been three more in the last two weeks. Do you have any idea what was missing from everyone?” He finally asked. “I’ll bite” Seslie said, “What?” Leon paused for effect I’m sure then stated “Their hearts.” Well color me surprised. What on earth would want a newly risen vampires heart? So that’s just the question I asked. “That is just the question.” he said “ I don’t know of anyone or anything. That’s why I asked the two of you here. My other sources have lead nowhere and the two of you have avenues open to you I don’t.” Ses and I each other the same look. Yep, we were on the same page. No clue zone! Somehow I doubted that was what he wanted to hear. I went for the more politically correct, “We can look into for you. I can’t personally think of anything that jumps to mind at the moment.” “Yes, I agree.” Seslie said “I’d be happy to do a little research and see what pops.” “I rather knew that would be the case. It was just a hope that you ladies knew something I had missed.Do you have a time frame that I might expect some progress on this matter?” He asked. After a few moments to gather my thoughts I answered honestly with” at the moment no. But we should be able to give you some kind of update to let you know if we have anywhere at all to go with this within forty-eight hours.” “So are we to assume transitions are currently on hold?” Sesli asked. “For the time being, yes. Although that being said I am unsure how long I can keep it that way.” he said “I am sure I need not tell you that it is of the utmost importance that this not get out. Only a select few in my organization are aware. I believe this is for the best. I am sure you will both agree.” Leon finished Because we all knew it wasn’t a question but a statement. It was his secret and we were just being brought in on a consulting basis. “Of course.” we both answered. “It will be handled with the kid gloves it deserves” I add feeling very PR at that moment. Tony was summoned and we were escorted back to our cars. After our normal horsing around and agreeing to all get together soon for drinks Tony headed back to his post. Ses and I took a few minutes to put a game plan together. Going over what we learned, where we planned to start our research and then dividing it up. She got the computer and online research it was really her thing. Seslie is a student at the college there on the GI bill as a member of the Army guard. As fate would have it she met with a few other supernates ( supernaturals) during basic training and they have all become a close net group if it was in computer land and you had enough time they could find it.. Between her and her squad . I as normal ended up with the leg work which suits me fine. I hate sitting on a computer all day looking for a needle in a haystack. My best source for all things strange was always Gran Amitola and any of the elders or coven leaders I might possibly obtain information from. We agreed to tough base the following evening even if we came up with nothing which we were both worried would be the case. While hearts play a role in many a spell or ritual. General of the dark or sinister variety I might add. Neither of us could think of anything that would call for a newlying vampires heart. I mean a vampire heart is a vampire heart . Right? I guess that is one of the questions we were going to need to answer.

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