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odyssean-flower · 6 months

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A songbird in the depths

Pairing: Neuvillette x GN! Reader (inspired by phantom of the opera)

Warnings: Slight yandere, kidnapping (kinda?), reader gets shoved to the floor, confinement

Wrote this in celebration of reaching 200 followers! Thank you guys for all your support. I wanted to write this on halloween but couldn't figure out what to write, so here we are

Based on this post

i may write a follow up to this, but it'll probably be when i feel like it.

This is a mix of the musical and book. i recommend reading the book if you haven't, it's pretty good

A low but resonant melody drifted into your ears, rousing you from your sleep.

Where am I again? You wondered as you slowly rose from your bed. As you blinked the sleep out of your eyes, you looked around the room. It was beautifully furnished, if a bit old-fashioned, but what struck you was the flowers everywhere. There were vases placed on every surface of the room: on the table, the chest of drawers, even the floor. Their faintly sweet scents mingled together, making you feel a bit dizzy.

You gradually recalled what happened earlier. You had been in your dressing room after your very first triumph on stage. You could hardly believe that the transcendent voice that came out of your mouth belonged to you. The applause and cheers that had erupted from the audience after your performance was something you had never heard before, even for the lead singer who you replaced (under very suspicious circumstances, now that you thought about it) Just as your Angel of Music had promised, you had astonished Fontaine...

And speaking of your Angel...

A shiver of fear traveled down your spine. You had been resting in your dressing room after feeling a bit dizzy, and then suddenly, the warm, dear voice of your Angel came from the mirror, like it always did when he gave you lessons. He congratulated you on your success, and you thanked him profusely. Then, you plucked up the courage to ask him what you always wanted to ask: to be able to see him. To your surprise, he readily agreed.

Then, something happened to your mirror. It was as though it had expanded, stretched, opened...something. But whatever happened, you found yourself looking not at your reflection, but a pitch-dark opening. Your dressing room had disappeared behind you as well.

Panicking, you let out a cry and attempted to turn back, but a glove-covered hand seized your hand, and another arm wrapped around your waist. You couldn't see who it was and struggled in their arms, but their grip was strong. They dragged you downwards to a little spot with light. It was there that you were able to make out your captor's silhouette, a tall cloaked figure wearing a mask. Could this be your Angel of Music? Surely not. You had imagined him to be a radiant, golden being.

"W-Who are you? Where is my Angel?" you managed to find your voice, albeit weakly. "I-If you do not take me b-back, I-I shall--"

The masked figure looked down at you, and your words died in your throat. The mask itself was simple, but it was the eyes looking down at you that astonished you. They were a pale lilac with slitted pupils.

"A-Are you..."

But before you could finish your sentence, you heard the most transcendental, heavenly music. You didn't know where it came from. You couldn't identify the instruments. It could be coming from the masked figure itself. Whatever it was, you were pretty sure it made you fall into a trance, for you barely remembered the trip here. You recalled snatches of a large lake, though not the vessel you traveled on. There was a small house on an island in the middle, and the masked figure picked you up and carried you inside...

You couldn't remember anything that happened that.

You looked down at yourself. You were still wearing the clothes you were wearing when you came here. Nothing seemed off. But now that the effects of that music wore off, you felt terror reclaiming your mind again.

There were only two doors. One led to a bathroom. The other, suspiciously unlocked, led into a hallway. You opened it eagerly and stepped outside. The beautiful music resumed again. This time, you could tell that it was played by an organ. It didn't seem to have the same hypnotic quality as the music from before, but it was entrancing all the same.

You followed the source of the music, looking around as you did so. There were sconces with lit candles and closed wooden doors. It reminded you of the staff's living quarters up at the Opera. In fact, now that your eyes had adjusted to the dim, you were sure that they were nearly identical.

The piano was now accompanied by a low, sonorant voice. You would recognize that voice anywhere. The voice undulated, becoming quiet at one moment, and then thundering in the next. It was like the sea itself. You felt like a small boat adrift, slowly being pulled into a vortex. You knew that you shouldn't go to the source of that voice without preparation. You should at least arm yourself. But you couldn't make yourself stop.

Eventually, you ended up in front of a set of double doors. You slowly pushed them open and gasped. It was as though you've entered an underwater cave. The room was dimly lit with a few candles here and there, unlike your room which had electric lights. There was a pool of water in the center of the stone floor with a canopy hanging over it. Looking closer, you made out the shapes of pillows and sheets. There was a large window that looked out onto the lake. Turning your head, you saw a desk covered in sheets of music.

And then, slowly, you turned your head to the opposite wall.

It was covered with the pipes of an organ, and in the center of it, a cloaked figure was sitting at the keyboard, playing away. You caught glimpses of a pair of blue gloves flying across the keys. The singing was definitely coming from them. There was no doubt anymore. This was your Angel of Music.

The Angel seemed too preoccupied to notice your entrance. You slowly walked up to him, not sure what you should do. Every note of his voice was like a dagger to your heart. You felt the urge to join your voice to his. This music couldn't be of the human world. It contained too much power.

You had to see who was under that mask. You needed to know the face of that voice.

With a daring that surprised even yourself, you tucked your fingers under the smooth mask and tore it away.

The cry of rage and grief that followed would haunt your ears for the rest of your life.

You found yourself pinned to the floor, your hands held together above your head. Your back ached with pain. But you almost forgot all of that as you stared up at the face above yours.

Your Angel of Music, in some ways, was as beautiful as you imagined. He resembled the marble statues one would see at museums, beautiful and enduring relics of a bygone time. He had long silver hair that flowed like moonlight, the strands brushing against your face. His lavender eyes were framed with long lashes.

But you also noticed the other features. The blue, glowing horns sprouting from the back of his head. His slitted pupils. The pointed ears. The shimmering scales near his cheeks.

You couldn't believe you hadn't realized this earlier.

"Y-You're a dragon..." your voice was a whisper.

Those beautiful eyes bore down into yours.

"Now that you know my true identity," he said, his voice nothing like the kind and supportive Angel who had patiently tutored you for all these months. "You can never leave here again."

It felt as if all the air had been sucked out of your lungs. "No!" you shouted, struggling against him in vain. "You can't! Please, I won't ever touch your mask again. I'll forget all about it! I won't tell anyone about you, I swear on my life! So please, let me go!"

His face was as impassive as stone.

"Humans...never content with what is allowed to them. Always taking and taking. You simply had to see my face, didn't you? You weren't satisfied with only the voice?" There was something behind the distinct anger in his voice, but you were too scared to pick up on it.

"Please don't kill me..." you said, then squeezed your eyes closed. You hoped he would make it painless at the very least.

"Kill you...?" the dragon's voice was close to your ear now. You pictured his mouth, probably full of sharp fangs, so close to your neck and let out a squeak. Tears pooled in your eyes, sliding down your cheeks. To your horror, you felt something wet and rough lick at them.

You felt like you were going to go mad.

There was a brief, terrifying silence before he spoke again. "I would sooner bring down this opera house on top of my head than kill you."

"...Huh?" Your eyes flew open and stared at him. He looked away.

The grip on your hands loosened, and he helped you up. His hand went around to your back, rubbing it to alleviate the pain, you realized.

"You will remain here, with me," he said, still not looking at you. "Until you are proven to be trustworthy."

Your mind was whirling from everything that just happened, but the only thing you could understand was that you weren't going to be killed.

"H-How long will that be?" you asked.

"Until you are proven to be trustworthy," he repeated. You could tell from the tone of his voice that this wasn't up for discussion.

His hand was still rubbing your back. Gulping, you slowly stepped away. He didn't pull you back.

You could now see the situation you were in. You were completely reliant on this being's goodwill. If you ever wanted to see sunlight again, you had to win his trust and favor.

"If I am to live with you for the foreseeable future, sir," you said, keeping your voice as calm as you could and looking into those beautiful eyes. "Then might I learn your name?"

You doubt you would ever think of him as an angel ever again.

He didn't say anything for a while. You feared that you had gone too far, but then he spoke.

"My name is Neuvillette," he said.

He held out his hand. After hesitating for a brief second, you placed your hand in his, and he wrapped his fingers tightly around it, like a shackle.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x gn reader #my works

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spooky-bunnys · 1 year

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Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

(Note! This is uncompleted! I'll be adding as I write!)

Series

Gangs:

Bonten

He Escapes

Broken Leg

Addams Husband

Gothic Mood Swings

Toman

Tinymitchy

A Rat in Toman

Tenjiku

Short Problems Part 2

Babysitting Duties Part 2

Aniki?!

Mizo Mid Five

The Dark Knight

Characters:

Various

No Sharing! (D x M.R x M)

No Sharing! Part 2 (D x M.R x M)

Haitani Ran

Drunk Ran

Haitani Brothers (Ran and Rindou)

Taken

Smiley (Kawata Nahoya)

His Lucky Charm

His Prize

The Best Birthday Ever!

Kisaki Tetta

Mini Tetta Part 2 (Mini Shuji)

Peh-yan (Hayashi Ryohei)

Damn Rolos

Promise me

Vampire?!

Pah-chin (Hayashida Haruki)

Third Wheeling?

Dancing

Terano South

Just a friend Part 2 Final

Ex-Bodyguard

Shiba Taiju

First Kiss

Shark Attack

Jealous and Overprotective Boyfriend

2 Year Anniversary

Birthday Surprise!

Family Thanksgiving

Sanzu Haruchiyo

200 Follower NSFW Special

Mochi (Mochizuki Kanji)

Small bites

Meeting the Family

(Name)'s Surprise B-Day Party

Hanma Shuji

Celebrity Husband

The Irresistible Omega

Happy Birthday Hanma

Checkmate Blondie

Baji Keisuke

His Tall Omega

Madarame Shion

Cat Shion

Kokonoi Hajime

Bonten's Secretary Part 2

His Omega

Mucho (Yasuhiro Muto)

Rich Boyfriend

Draken (Ryuguji Ken)

Our Stores

Sano Shinichiro

B F B

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 8 months

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can you write Where Reader is married to MJF. And Reader and MJF have a kid/kids . And Reader and MJF kid/ kids has never gotten to see Their Dad MJF wrestle at an AEW show in person. And then MJF and Reader kid/ kids when Aew dynamite goes off the air MJF and his kid/kids join their dad in the ring?

Surprises

Word count: 705

Main Masterlist MJF Masterlist

Tonight was a special night, not only would it be the 200th episode of dynamite but it would also be the first time my daughter Scarlet would see both of her parents perform. Although she was only 7 months and would not remember the event it was a very special night for both Max and I. When I found out that I was pregnant I was terrified. When I told Max I was pregnant I was shocked for him to be so happy about it. We were both young, 26 years old with big plans for the future, plans that will be on hold with the new baby. Although I was a bit frustrated with the sudden surprise it was a blessing in disguise. Max had been unhappy for weeks, Wardlow had finally turned on him and beat him at double or nothing which had been the final straw. The week after I told Max that I was pregnant he went on air and begged Tony to fire him.

I remember watching the whole incident go down backstage from a monitor and being terrified and angry. Why would he do something so stupid? It turned out that one of the reasons he did it was so he could be with me during my pregnancy.

Our daughter Scarlet was born on December 5th, and of course since Max had made his return in September and won the world championship in November he just had to bring the triple b to the hospital when I gave birth. Since our daughter was born it was difficult at times, Max having to travel town to town for work was frustrating. Frustrating because it was hard to take care of a baby myself and frustrating because I wish I could have been there with him.

It has been 7 months since Scarlet was born and I have finally returned to in ring action. I made my surprise return at Forbidden Door a few weeks ago and defeated Willow Nightingale for the NJPW Strong Women's Championship. Now here we are on the 200th episode of dynamite celebrating the wonderful milestone.

The show had gone great, I successfully retained my title against Nyla Rose, MJF won against Sammy Guevara and Hikaru Shida became AEW Womens Champion once again. After Dynamite went off the air we filmed Rampage Which also went great. Before the night was over several wrestlers came out to talk about AEW and thank the fans for supporting us for 200 episodes. Myself and Max included.

“Thank you everyone so much! As you know I recently made my return at Forbidden Door-” I tried to get my words out but was overcome with emotion as the fans kept cheering so loud.

“But the truth is, I have been keeping a big secret from all of you for the past year. I know I said that I was out of action due to a shoulder injury, which was true but there was something else that was keeping me out of action.” I looked over at Max with a big smile on my face as he began to speak.

“I don’t know if you dumb people in Tampa knew this but the two of us are married in real life.

You see I like to keep my personal life private and how we were able to keep this one a secret for such a long time is crazy.” Max said as he exited the ring, approaching ringside.

“7 months ago my life changed. 7 months ago I became a father” Max said as the fans started to go wild. I followed him down to the side of the ring and picked up my daughter from the nanny who was sitting ringside with her.

“This is our daughter Scarlet, I thought tonight would be the perfect night to introduce her to the world. I know back at All Out you schmucks thought I came back for you fans but the truth was I came back for her” Max said pointing to the tiny baby.

“Now I know some of you will see me differently from now on but the truth is I am still better than all of you and you know it”

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adaca · 2 months

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WE DID IT B-TCHES!!

I cannot express how much I am thankful for the love and support for my art! Here's a 200 twt follower celebration gift for you 🫶🏼💕

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 4 months

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X and Z for Bakugo maybe? You’re such a talented writer- congrats on 200 followers you deserve it!!

Hi Kae! Thank you for your request! I hope you like the headcanons!

Letters B, F, I, Q, and W for Bakugo can be found here and letter T can be found here!

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X-Ray - How easily can they read your emotions?

Bakugo has his moments when he’s really good at knowing what you’re feeling and moments when he’s completely oblivious. Most of the time, it’s better to tell him how you feel instead of hoping he guesses right.

Zen - How easily do they relax around you?

Finds your presence very relaxing. Bakugo’s not someone who relaxes easily but around you, it’s suddenly so much easier. He’ll never really relax fully but he certainly takes everything down a notch when you’re around.

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h1v3-m1nd · 6 months

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sakuraoora · 1 year

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For your event, may I do the song Bubblegum B*tch? "I'm Miss Sugar Pink, liquor, liquor lips. Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss" with Scaramouche. Might it be for a romantic fluff with a tiny bit of angst? Feel free to ignore if you're feeling overwhelmed or not feeling it~

Congrats again on your 200 followers~ Have a wonderful day! MUWAH~

Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss !

Ships. Scaramouche x Reader

Warnings. crackhead college au the night you graduate. mentions of alcohol & intoxication, but it's nothing serious.

A/N. i may or may not have skimmed the angst part (omg, i know! sakura, skipping angst?) but other than that I tried to fulfill what I thought of with this prompt! >.<

“What are you doing?”

Scaramouche looked at you, as you stared at him (or more accurately, his lips), both of you slightly intoxicated as this was both of your college graduations, and you two celebrated by taking a tiny sip of alcohol.

“Not much. Just thinking about how we’re finally getting out of this hellhole.”

“Well then, congratulations! We’re officially out of college, full of debt and without maidens.”

You snorted at his comment. “I mean you’re not wrong. Although you could argue that you had plenty of chances to get maidens considering how much you got proposed to during this year… you just never accepted. I wonder why.”

Scaramouche stared at you with a smirk. “I don’t know, maybe because a certain idiot wouldn’t realize my advances until I literally said it to their face?”

You felt heat rushing to your face as you rolled your eyes. “Come on. Your advances consisted of ‘want to go to the newest coffee shop in town?’ and ‘lets go make fun of little kids on rblox’ AT 3 IN THE DAMN MORNING, ON A WEEK-DAY NO LESS. You expect me to understand that you were trying to hit on me?”

Scaramouche let a small laugh escape his lips as he stared at you. “First off, it’s not my fault you’re so dense. Second, all it took,” he said, leaning closer to you, his lips almost-- but not quite-- touching yours, “was a kiss, and you were mine. Almost like you were waiting for me to do it.”

“What can I say? Maybe I fell in love with you long before you started your advances.” you said, and brought him into a kiss, short, sweet and tasting like alcohol. “I guess I’m a sucker for twinks,” you joked as you pulled away.

“You know, you never cease to annoy me. Come back here!!” Scaramouche replied, smothering you into his chest. “You know I hate you, right?” he said, looking at the ceiling with an exasperated look in his eyes. “You little thief stole my heart without even trying to.”

You smiled with a mischievous glint in your eyes. “Love you too, Scara.”

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sunflowerxthoughts · 11 months

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OLIVIA/STOCKHOLM SYNDROME

(not sure)

But bully!remus where the reader is so confused why Remus was so mean towards her yet so sweet to everyone else. Happy ending please

First of all hi!! Thank you for following 💖✨

I think the mean in him is more about being cold and contradicting anything you say. It usually is just petty, but when he wants to be mine he really truly is.

In reality Remus has spent sooo much time learning about you to actually hurt you that what he has discovered he has really liked. He enjoys your taste in music, he is enthralled by the books you like. But he can’t tell you that. He enjoys seeing you pout; he doesn’t think since to him it’s not that deep that he is hurting you that bad. But he is.

And one day Lily is wearing this beautiful maroon dress that makes her look so so so good but the dress is yours and Remus can’t quite put his finger on where has he seen it before.

“Wow Evans, look at you. The dress brings out your eyes.”

“Actually Y/N-“

“What about them? I really don’t need to hear it, ew.”

“Rem ew it’s kinda mean, don’t you think?”

“No. No he doesn’t.” You interrupt, fed up with him. “Because I wore the dress last week and it was tacky and it made me look weird, didn’t it Remus?”

“It’s not that deep.”

“But it is! Because I’ve done nothing to you, but you just hate me SO MUCH. And for what? I never want to see you again. Ever. You are the meanest, foulest man ever Remus Lupin. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

It takes you breaking his heart to realize he has broken yours and fucked up big time. And he know you won’t forgive him even if he begs on his knees. He has gone too far. So he starts doing little things, earning your trust back. He doesn’t even start with compliments, it starts with kindness. He starts being warm.

By month three, you won’t budge. The only progress is the fact that you two can coexist in the same room, but it’s driving Remus mad.

Six months later, Remus can’t take it anymore and you don’t expect him to find him obliterated in your doorstep, on his knees begging for forgivness.

“Remus? It’s three am get up off the floor.”

“Not until you forgive me.” He slurs.

“You’re drunk.”

“And you are beautiful.”

You sigh, and you help him inside. He just doesn’t want to let you go. At all. His arms are around you, and when you lay him in your bed in hopes to let him sleep the drunk away. But he just goes on and on about how beautiful you are and how pretty you look and how he needed you to just forgive him because not seeing you smile was like being caught in a rainstorm on your own.

You softly smile at him. You were not going to give in that easily but it melted your heart a little that he really meant how sorry he was. Maybe forgiving Remus wasn’t that bad. Maybe you could get used to his arms around you at night and him looking at you like the you are the most precious thing to ever walk on Earth.

#b’s 200 followers celebration #stockholm syndrome #bully!remus #bully!remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #enemies to lovers #remus lupin angst #remus lupin fluff #tw dark #mean!remus

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landosgirl97 · 1 year

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Welcome to my Blog!

I write for: Outer Banks, Top Gun: Maverick, and Austin Butler.

You are welcome to send requests as they are open, but if I don’t find the inspiration for them, I may not write it. Also, please keep in mind that I work a job, have a family, and do this for fun so if it doesn’t get done in a timely manner, this may be why. Please be patient with me the best you can and I will try to get to it!

My Masterlist is below. Enjoy and never be afraid to include feedback! If you’d like to be added to my tag list click here.

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Characters:

JJ Maybank

John B Routledge

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

Actors:

Rudy Pankow

Chase Stokes

Drew Starkey

Austin North

Other Masterlists:

200 Followers Celebration Masterlist

Stepdad!OBX Cast Mini-Series Masterlist

25 Days of Christmas Masterlist

Characters

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

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sophiebernadotte · 27 days

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Masterpost: Royal Authors

This is a text version of the original list I curated, which can be found here. The royals are listed chronologically based on their first name (not title). The books are listed with the oldest book first & most recently published book last.

Some of the mentioned people have published books or lent out their names for books as private citizens; this post & the original list only cover royal members & books published under their royal title. This means that some books & some people have been excluded due to not falling under those criteria.

Note: Some of the following links are affiliate links, which means I earn a commission on every purchase. This does not affect the price you pay.

Princess Akiko of Mikasa

Reconsidering early modern Yamato-e: perspectives from Japan, the UK, and the USA (2013)

Japan: Courts and Culture (2020)

Princess Alice, Duchess of Gloucester

The Memoirs of Princess Alice Duchess of Gloucester (1983)

Memories of Ninety Years (1991)

Catherine, Princess of Wales

Hold Still (2021)

Puzzles for Spies: The brand-new puzzle book from GCHQ (2022)

King Charles III

The Old Man of Lochnagar (1980)

Tomorrow is Too Late - A Celebration of Our Wildlife Heritage (1990) (with Sir David Attenborough, among others)

The Prince's Choice: A Personal Selection from Shakespeare by the Prince of Wales (1995)

Harmony: A New Way of Looking at Our World (2010)

Harmony: A New Way of Looking at Our World - Children's Edition

One Is Deeply Concerned: The Prince Charles Letters, 1969-2011 (2011)

The Prince's Speech: On the Future of Food (2012)

The list is too long; that man puts his name on literally everything. Check the page for more.

Princess Christina, Mrs Magnuson

Days at Drottningholm (2016)

Diana, Princess of Wales

British Sign Language: A Beginner's Guide (1988)

PEOPLE OF THE 90's: In Aid of the Malcolm Sargent Cancer Fund for Children (1995)

Hannah Riddell: An Englishwoman in Japan (1996)

Head Injury: A Practical Guide (1997)

King Edward VIII, Duke of Windsor

Launch! A Life-Boat Book (1932)

A King's Story: The Memoirs of the Duke of Windsor (1951)

The Crown and the People, 1902-1953 (1953)

Prince Edward, Duke of Kent

Jackie Stewart's Principles of Performance Driving (1986)

Australia Bound!: Story of West Country Connections, 1688-1888 (1988)

Deep into Blue Holes: The Story of The Andros Project (1989)

The Institution of Industrial Managers: A History 1931-1991 (1991)

The Story of E. H. Shepard: The Man Who Drew Pooh (2000)

Tribal Odyssey: A Photographic Journey Among Tribes (2000)

Chasin' the Sound: Tales and tunes from the career of Pipe Major Brian B Heriot, Scots Guards (2016)

A Royal Life (2022) (his memoir)

One Crew: The RNLI's Official 200-Year History (2024)

Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother

The Country Life Book of Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother (1978) (actually by Charles & Godfrey Talbot, not her)

Henrik, Prince Consort

Fit for a Royal Dane: Gastronomic Views and Recipes of Prince Henrik (2002)

Meghan, Duchess of Sussex

Together: Our Community Cookbook (2018)

Princess Michael of Kent

Crowned in a Far Country: Portraits of Eight Royal Brides (1986)

Cupid and the King: Five Royal Paramours (1991)

The Serpent and the Moon: Two Rivals for the Love of a Renaissance King (2004)

A Cheetah's Tale (2017)

Princess Märtha Louise

Why Kings and Queens Don't Wear Crowns (2004)

The Spiritual Password: Learn to Unlock Your Spiritual Power (2014)

Emperor Naruhito

Costume at Castle Howard (1975)

The Thames and I: A Memoir of Two Years at Oxford (1993; 2006; 2019)

Queen Noor

Art of Jordan: Treasures from an Ancient Land (1991)

Landmines and Human Security: International Politics and War's Hidden Legacy

Leadership and the United Nations: The International Leadership Series (2003)

Leap of Faith: Memoirs of an Unexpected Life (2003)

Breaking Ground: From Landmines to Grapevines, One Woman's Mission to Heal the World: Transforming Mines to Vines (2020)

Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh

The Duke of Edinburgh's World Tour 1956-1957 (1957)

Selected Speeches 1948-1955 (1957)

Prince Philip speaks: 1956-1959 (1960)

Environmental Revolution: Speeches on Conservation, 1962-77 (1978)

Men, Machines and Sacred Cows (1984)

Down to Earth: Speeches and Writings of His Royal Highness Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, on the Relationship of Man With His Environment (1988)

Survival or Extinction: A Christian Attitude to the Environment (1989)

The list is too long. Check the page for more.

Queen Rania

The Sandwich Swap (2010)

Prince William, Prince of Wales

Blown Away: From Drug Dealer to Life Bringer (2022)

Puzzles for Spies: The brand-new puzzle book from GCHQ (2022)

Earthshot: How to Save Our Planet (2021)

The Earthshot Prize: A Handbook for Dreamers and Thinkers: Solutions to Repair our Planet (2023)

(this post & the original list is a work in progress & will be updated whenever "new" books come on my radar)

#royal watching #literature #affiliate links #pinned post #british royal family #japanese imperial family #swedish royal family #danish royal family #norwegian royal family #jordanian royal family

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noaltbruh · 1 year

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Hi! Congratulation for the 200 followers! I've seen you've got a lot of asks for this event, and that shows that so many people love your writings!

Mind if I join the celebration? May I request 💭 ❗️👐 💍⏳ for my favourite himbo JoBros Okuyasu and Polnareff (yes I consider Pol as a JoBro) with f!reader?

Again, congrats to the 200!

Thank you thank you!! 😭💞 and I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, school's been really rough lately and finding time to write hasn't been easy.

Also Pol is not a Jobro, he's the whole ass protagonist of part 3 😤💕

Hope you enjoy :)♡

💭 How do they imagine their future with their S/O to be like?

Okuyasu just...Wants a simple future for the two of you. This boy doesn't ask for much and doesn't like to carefully plan his life, he prefers to go with the flow and just see how things evolve over time. You can figure the details along the way, it doesn't really matter to him as long as you're by his side.

He'd really love to form a family with you though, to be the good father he never really had. I feel like he gets along with children very well, and he will treat both you and them like you're his most trusted treasure during your entire marriage.

Also, kind of random, but I think that Oku would want to become a chef after high school and probably open his own restaurant. Because of this, he's always fantasizing about you coming to visit him after work some day, as he prepares for you the best meal you'll ever have.

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Polnareff's future is...Way too idealistic lol-

What can I say? This man is an hopeless romantic, he seems like the type to believe in fairy tales about love. He wants the two of you to have a perfect life, where nothing ever goes wrong and you're always happy and together.

To be fair though, he will work the hardest he can, so that so you'll be able to have the closest thing possible to what he had originally in mind. Pol Pol is very devoted to you and your relationship, he'd be perfectly happy even if he was the only one to work and you preferred to become a housewife.

However, this man has sworn to himself one thing: he will always support and help you through any decision you may take in life. No matter what, he'll be right by your side to make the journey easy for you, don't ever doubt his commitment to you.

❗️How would they surprise their S/O?

I feel like there would be two occasions in which Oku would most likely try to surprise you.

A- either school has just finished and he's thought of something cool to do that you would have never come up with. Or...

B- there was no reason at all for this, he just felt like it one day and now you're going to join him. No, it is not negotiable.

If he wanted to go with something safe, he'd probably just get you a game or a book he knew you would have liked, so that you could play together. He knows your tastes very well.

Alternatively, he'd buy tickets for the first train he could find and take you sightseeing for an entire day to a city you had never been to before. And before you ask, yes, he's just as clueless as you about the place you are in. Good luck.

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First of all, Polnareff loves surprisingly you so much. He loves your excited look whenever he does something you didn't expect, and he doesn't want your relationship to become too...Static, or ad he calls it, "boring".

I think Pol Pol would most definitely try to surprise you through either acts of service or gift giving...Or maybe even both, he'll go no any extend to impress you, honestly. He thinks it's a nice way to always remind you that he truly cares about you and that he'd never give your love for granted.

Immagine this: you've just come back home from a long day at school/work, only to find out that your house has been perfectly tidied, there's a bouquet of flowers waiting for you together with a nice home-made meal. Can you guess who is behind this?

👐 what sort of things would they like to match with their S/O?

Okuyasu would like to match so many things with you, he's just so proud to have you as his girlfriend and he wants to show it off as much as he can.

You have so many options to choose from, honestly. You could match plushies, and be assured that this boy would hug his one any time you're not near him, pretending that's actually you. Same Okuyasu, sane.

OR, you could match something related to your outfit! Maybe you could wear his iconic dollar pin and he'd add something to his look that reminds him of you :)

Also you two would definitely have those "If lost, return to Y/N" / "I'm Y/N" shirts.

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Polnareff would definitely be the one to ask you to match things with him. It's something he's always wanted to do as soon as he got a partner, it makes him feel like you're more of a power couple and he thinks it's just a sweet gesture in general. Moreover, he wants you two to stand out, he just loves to show off.

I think he'd basically beg you to match his heart shaped earrings with him. He'd give you one half and would refuse to take his off, no matter the time. Even during stands battle, he uses it as a reminder on who he's fighting for.

He'd be so happy if you always wore it like him, but he won't pressure you into doing so, he wants it to be a spontaneous gesture for you as well :)

💍How would they propose to their S/O?

It's funny that you asked this question, because Okuyasu has no clue either lol-

Whenever the word "wedding" comes up, the only thing he's able to think of is how beautiful you'd be in a bride dress, how he can already feel his eyes filling with tears as soon as he sees you walking down the isles, and how he'd vow to live you for the rest of your life.

...In his head. It's too bad that he's going to need a small reminder that, if he wants this to happen, he'll actually have to propose to you. That is when he actually begins to go into a spiral and realizes how scared he is to actually take this step. What if it's too soon? What if you you don't accept? What if he makes a fool out of himself and trips while trying to get on his knee?

With some advice from his buddies, however, he'll muster up the courage to take this step. I believe he'd propose to you, unlike how it's usually done, in the afternoon or maybe even in the morning, on top of one of the beautiful hills of Morioh, surrounded by a stunning view of the entire city.

"Y/N...Maybe I'm rushing in doing this, m-maybe I'm doing something wrong a-and I haven't even realized it, but...This has always been my fear ever since we...Got together, b-but you never made me feel like I messed up! Sweetie, when I'm you, I feel like...I actually matter, l-like I'm more than just a dumbass, and...You don't know how happy this makes me, how happy YOU make me. I...I really love you, Y/N, and uhm, i-if you take this, I'll keep on loving you forever and ever! So, will you...Will you marry me?"

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To be honest, the Crusaders probably had to stop him from proposing to you way too soon at least, like, three times or so. He just thinks with his heart rather than his brain, and sees marriage as the ultimate way to make your relationship as authentic as possible.

When the time actually comes around to ask you the infamous question, this man just cannot wait. He's spent enough time dreaming about it to know how to put his plan into action, and he has no hesitation whatsoever. He knows what he wants, and that is you and you only, no time to worry or rethink.

He'd propose to you in one of those immense gardens of flowers in his hometown, he wants everything to be as romantic as possible and to leave you absolutely baffled.

"Ah, mon amour...I don't think you understand how long I've been yearning for this moment. We were destined to meet, tu comprends ce que je veux dire, n'est pas? Of course you do, chéri, you're the most brilliant person I've ever met, after all. And you're so much more than just that, you are...My true love, my other half, what makes me complete. We were always meant to be, and the ring I'm holding if the proof of it. Will you give me the honor of marrying you?"

⏳How long would it take for them to fall for their S/O?

Okuyasu probably already had a small crush on you even before he actually met you, if he somehow saw you walking down the school halls sometimes. He's quick to fall for someone and always thought you were pretty, so you had already won him over before even knowing it lol.

When you do actually begin to talk, this boy will only get more and more convinced that he's in love with you. Everything you do or say just pushes him to think that you're the one, especially if you show him kindness.

He may try to push his crush on you aside a little, since he thinks you'd never reciprocate his love, but he's the kind of person that just can't keep his emotions at bay, and his feelings for you will come out soon enough, before you even know it.

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Alright, let's he real here: Polnareff wanted to marry you since literally the first moment you two ever met. Yes, he does have the habit of falling in love way too quickly, but he was right at least this time. He just knows you two are a match made in Heaven and sees no point in "taking it slow".

Depending on how quick YOU are to fall in love, you might as well get together with him a week after you two met, to be honest. But, of course, he's not dumb entirely and can take a hint, so if he notices you just see him as a friend for the time being, he'll respect.

100% won't stop bragging about how he knew from the beginning that you would have become a couple, as soon as you actually do. He doesn't care if you think he's extra or way too dreamy, when he says this, he means it.

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rancidpancakebatter · 10 months

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Another Way to Fly-[P.P.] | Chapter Two

Pairing: TASM!college!Peter Parker x female!college!reader

Summary: You've been dating Harry Osborne for three years. You love him...but maybe not as much as you once did. Maybe not enough.

AU Where Norman isn’t as sick- he’s just an asshole- and Gwen doesn’t go to Oxford. Harry is functioning as an apprentice at Oscorp (He graduated with a master's in two years because of his studying abroad). You, Peter, and Gwen are all seniors at ESU. Because Peter isn't Spider-Man and Norman isn’t dying, the whole “Goblin” thing is scratched from the record, so Peter and Harry are besties.

Prompt: Based on an ask for my 200 Follower celebration

Word Count: 4.2k

Content Warnings: Swearing, Implications of sex

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A/N: Hey guys! This chapter is a little bit of filler. I'm trying to paint what a relationship with Harry looks like and it's a little hard because I've never put much thought into that. I've read some fics to see what the consensus is and also done my own theorizing. That's right, I'm doing fuckin' research for this fic. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

“This was lovely dear. You’re an amazing cook,” Norman said with something you think might be close to a genuine smile.

“Yeah, it was delicious, honey,” Harry quickly tacks on.

You smile and thank them, then continue to internally pout. This compliment (and unwelcomed pet name) came after about an hour of Norman’s “concern” for his son’s health. He announced that, in seven months, Oscorp would be hosting a marathon for veterans. What exactly he was helping the veterans with went unanswered. Is it to cover medical expenses, a rally to advocate for their mental health? No one knew.

You assume he just thinks the promotion will look good and didn’t think much more of it. Either way, all these heavy carbs weren’t good for Harry, and he needs to start training so he can participate. And you need to make better food for his son. Harry, of course, never showed interest in running it, but he will because Norman told him to.

Norman finally stands from the table, and you silently cheer. He’s leaving, fucking finally. You had decided not to mention that you had made a dessert because:

A) It had gluten in it.

And

B) You didn’t want his stay to last any longer than absolutely necessary.

You and Harry walked him to the door as he put on his coat and told you, “We��ll have to do this again.” Harry politely agreed, and you remained silent, conserving your energy to keep up the plastic smile that was starting to hurt your cheeks.

When the elevator doors closed, and he was finally gone, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. Your hands flew to your head, trying to nurse the headache you felt building. You take another deep breath and see Harry just standing there, as if waiting to see if Norman will return. You imagine he did that for most of his life. Standing at doors and waiting for Norman to walk through them.

Your heartbreak quickly leads to anger. Yet another reason Norman Osborn should be dead in a ditch somewhere, instead of ruining your life and evening.

You take off your heels, eyes still trained on Harry. You were standing in the doorway waiting, just as he was. But you weren’t sure why. You didn’t know what you wanted Harry to do, but you wanted him to do something. Anything.

It had maybe only been thirty seconds, but it felt like aeons spent in this foyer. You feel irritated. By all of this. Everything. You turn on your heels with a puff. Your hands move to let down your hair. The clip is discarded on the dining room table as you loosen your hair and pad across the kitchen floor.

You reach for the tray of tarts and pull out the bowl of whipped cream. You leaned against the counter as you grab a pastry, dipping it in the cream and bringing it to your lips. Not all is ruined.

The tart berries stain your lips, and the sugar melts in your mouth. You feel a little better. Despite his best efforts, Norman can’t ruin everything. These tarts were saved from his brutality. A piece of your evening was salvageable.

You hear Harry’s shoes clacking against the hardwood. Their stiff professionalism reverberating against the high vaulted ceilings and stainless steel appliances. He turns the corner and closes his eyes taking a deep breath. When his eyes open, they land on you, and a small, tired smile grows across his face.

He untucks his shirt and trudges over to you. His hands loosely wrap around your waist as he leans in to steal a quick kiss. His tongue swipes across your lip, catching the gram cracker crumbs and nectar. He leans back with a delighted moan.

“This is delicious, babe.”

You give him a tight smile and nod in agreement. He lays a kiss on the corner of your mouth, and you raise your now-empty hands to his shoulders, keeping him from getting much closer. He follows your gentle directions, and you push away from the counter to grab your wine glass.

Your back is turned as you uncork the bottle on the counter. The merlot gurgles happily as it flows from bottle to cup. As your glass fills, you feel a hand gently resting on your ass as Hare comes closer. He kisses your shoulder before reaching above you to grab a glass for himself.

His nose is buried in the crook of your neck as you fill the glass. His lips stick to your skin with each sweet kiss. Your nerves are too shot to enjoy it though. Usually, this would be comforting. Maybe it would have been if you had gotten the night-in you had planned, but now it felt overwhelming.

You twisted around in this grasp, pushing his hand away from your ass as you passed him the glass. He smiles at you and goes to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, but you dodge it with a planned sip from your glass.

Harry releases a heavy sigh before setting his drink back on the counter. His hands go for your waist but then redirect to the countertop, thinking better of it.

His face pulled into a concerted pout, “What’s wrong? Why can’t I touch you?”

You bring your hand up to rub your face and groan when you feel your forgotten makeup smearing against your palm. You present it to him as an answer to his question.

“Got it.” He nods his head in understanding, “Bad day.”

You stand from the counter, and Harry retracts his arms so you can go to the sink. You use the dish soap to scrub off the tacky black streak on your hand, telling yourself you’ll moisturise the cracking skin later. You flicked your hands dry in the basin and turn to grab a hand rag. Harry was already standing there with a fluffy towel laid out across his open palms and a sympathetic smile.

“I’m sorry, babe.” A small smile creeps onto your face as you let him pat your hands dry. He wraps them in the towel and presses the heap of cotton to his chest. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

His kindness is a twinkle of fairy dust over your heart. Golden glitter gently drifting down and warming your soul. You take a relaxing sigh, pushing all of the negativity out of you. Your eyes land on Harry as you walk yourself closer.

“I just want to enjoy the rest of my evening,” you say with a warm smile.

Harry’s smile grows in time with yours.

“You do?” He asks with an almost childlike giddiness.

It makes you giggle, and now his smile splits his face. He takes the towel from your hands and tosses it on the counter. He then returns his hands to yours, laid flat against his steady thrumming chest.

“Well, in that case,” he says, dropping his hands to your waist. “You should relax.”

“I should?” You ask with a playful smile.

“Mh-hm,” he hums “and I know just what you need?”

He briefly squeezes your sides, tickling you as he steps closer- chest to chest.

“I think,” he says, eyes wandering and licking his lips, “We should get you out of this uncomfortable dress.”

He punctuates the statement with a kiss to your shoulder as a delicate finger slowly brushes the thin strap down your arm. His kisses trail close to your throat, and you crane your neck to give him better access.

“You looked so much more comfortable before, when I first came home. Wearing nothing but my shirt and that set I can’t resist.”

He whispered the words onto your skin, and it left you shuddering.

“I think you should unwind,” he pulled your hips against him in a teasing grind that provided no real satisfaction, only the promise of feeling more of Harry. “And let me take care of you.”

One of his hands drifted lower, fingers skating around your skirt. You bite your lip in anticipation.

“And then I think we run a bath. And you can vent about your bad day,” his palm now rests against your bare hip, where his thumb rubs circles above the band of your panties. “Or we can talk about the good parts of your day. And I can tell you about mine. And we can catch up.”

He dips his forehead down, and you rest yours against it.

You hum, “That sounds nice, Hare.”

He pulls his head away to look into your eyes. He doesn’t say or do anything for a moment. Then his other hand joins your bare flesh, and he smiles, pulling you forward a bit. You have to tilt your head to see him now. He smiles down at you with rascality gleaming in his perfectly whitened teeth.

“You haven’t even heard the best part yet.” He says.

Your eyes practically sparkle with the pure, curious desire to know what “the best part” is. Harry chuckles at your excitement and leans down to whisper in your ear again.

“Dessert and wine get to be enjoyed in the bubble bath.”

You clap in glee. He was right; that was the best part.

“Does that sound good to you?”

You nod your head yes, as you tip your chin up, pressing your lips together. You feel Hare’s grip on your hips tighten, fingers gravitating towards the silk bows on your lace.

“You know,” you say, pulling away, out of reach, “I’m still wearing the same set.”

Harry closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The irises you’re met with now are swirling tides with pupils blown. He looks like a starved man.

His lips crash onto yours, and his tongue is quick to dart out. You open your lips for him as his hands travel up your sides to cup your boobs. You moan into the kiss, arching your chest into him. It turns hungry and passionate, and your hands run from his chest to his blonde locks. He bends down slightly and grabs at the back of your thighs. You jump, and he quickly turns to set you on the counter, where you continue your heavy petting for a bit longer.

The next morning, you wake to the feeling of soft lips pressed against your neck and hands roaming against your hips under the sheets. Your eyelids are heavy, and you can feel the sun coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, the warm rays soaking into your skin and warming your bones. Harry’s nose is tracing patterns on the side of your face.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He punctuates the statement with a kiss on your cheek. You groan turning away, not quite ready to accept that you are now awake. Harry chuckles, his hands giving you a little squeeze as he places another kiss on your shoulder. “I hate to tell you, but you have class today.”

You groan again, this time much louder and into the authentic down pillow propping up your head. Your boyfriend offers his sympathies, though you don’t miss the amusement tainting his words.

But then his hands are gone. He’s rising and stretching, throwing the blankets off of himself, and in turn you. The AC is blasting, and you feel goosebumps erupt across your flesh. You curl up into a ball while Harry steps into the shower.

You decide you might as well get up now that the bed is no longer comfy. The realisation that you’re naked dawns on you, and an odd discomfort pulls at you. You quickly put on some panties and Harry’s crumpled dress shirt from the night before. It feels a little better.

The bathroom is your first stop, then brushing your teeth and washing your face. Harry bought you a jade roller and a little mini fridge for serums you didn’t fully understand. He mentioned something about preventing wrinkles, but to be honest, that’s never something you were worried about. It didn’t occur to you, at twenty-one, that smile lines were a bad thing. But Harry gets sad when you don’t use them.

As you roll the slimy insides of a yellow capsule across your face, Harry steps out of the shower. His towel hangs low as he walks by you. A sharp smack is delivered to your ass, and you startle. You look at him in the reflection and see his smirk as he walks away. You roll your eyes, take a deep breath, and relax your shoulders as you continue your now twenty-minute beauty routine, so you can move on to your forty-five-minute makeup routine. Your gaze holds a fiery scrutiny as you carefully apply each swipe of mascara, and your hand is more than heavy as you blend your bronzer and blush.

Some days it’s nice to do your makeup, but sometimes it feels more like a chore, like the laundry or dishes. It’s just something you have to do to get on with the rest of your day. You almost think about skipping it, but appearances are important. You’re dating an Osborn, and with that came certain expectations, like looking nice and polished at every moment. It meant keeping a mild temper and a clean home. But for Harry, you didn’t mind doing it.

Once you decided your makeup wouldn’t look any better by staring at it, you left the bathroom, ready to avoid your reflection for the rest of the day. When you stepped back into your room, Harry wasn’t there. He was probably planning breakfast, already dressed and ready for the day. On the bed was an outfit he laid out for you.

He picked a mini houndstooth pencil skirt, a plunging sweetheart-neck top, and a blazer. There are some strappy heels on the floor and some jewellery laid out as well. You run your hands over the fabric, and already, you feel like you can’t breathe. Everything is tight and constricting, but you know Harry just thinks you look pretty. He loves the way your hips sway, how your legs look longer with the heels and the skirt, and how perky your boobs look in this shirt specifically.

You put it on and look in the mirror. You twist and spin to see yourself from all angles, and you have to admit, you look great. But you also feel like you look terrible. You can feel how expensive these clothes are, and you feel like a fraud. You also feel uncomfortable. Like if you breathe too much, your stomach will expand and ruin the silhouette. That if you slouch, or sit, or move too much, it will immediately look trashy. You huff, knowing you can’t get through four and a half hours of lectures like this.

Harry is looking out the window with a cup of coffee when you eventually come down the stairs. He turns to you with a smile, but it falls as he looks you over. You wring your hands, anxious for his response.

“Did you not like what I picked out?” He asks with a slight pout.

He was always careful to never show too much emotion. Something he learned in his years of modern aristocracy. Emotions could be contorted. An ill-timed smile or frown could completely destroy your reputation, which was essential to keeping your wealth. This frown could be sadness but also anger. And you hated the idea that you might have upset him.

You hadn’t completely abandoned his outfit. You added tights and switched out the heels for some Converse. You kept the skirt and shirt but layered it with a sweater vest. You recited the excuse you had practised upstairs.

“No, it was great! Just a little too dressy for class. But I did add this.” You flit across the floor, excited to show him the pendent on your neck. A simple gold chain with an ‘H’ hanging from it. Harry reaches forward to roll it between his fingers, and a small smile stretches across his face. “I got it Sunday. I just haven’t gotten a chance to show you yet.”

Harry taps the nail of his thumb against it a few times before asking, “Who made it?”

“Bvlgari.”

You hated the way the name fell so easily from your lips. To be completely honest, you would have rather gone to Target, or even Joanne’s to get the supplies to make it yourself. But Harry would be embarrassed to have his girl walking around in costume jewellery- in fake gold. So you went somewhere you knew he would approve of.

His smile warmed as he let the necklace fall back into place and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “I love it.”

You said your goodbyes and headed to the elevator. When the doors opened again, you stepped into the lobby that you would feel weird saying is familiar to you now.

The chandeliers twinkle in the warm light. The ceilings are so high you wonder how they manage to dust anything. The tiled floors always gleamed enough for you to see your reflection in its odd geometric pattern. Wooden accents could be found around the room- bannisters, the bases of columns, the help desk, doorframes, etc.- were always polished. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a speck of dirt in the place, but also, you’ve never seen the cleaners. It made you better to think it was the work of elves than poor immigrants working terrible hours.

As you made your way to the doors, a greying man in a long emerald suit jacket, complete with epaulettes, and a wide smile removed his pilot hat with gold gilding and tucked it under his arm. He reached a gloved hand towards the handle, sweeping his other hand in front of him to usher you forward.

“Thank you, Paddy.”

The man’s smile remained wide, “Of course, Ms (L/n). Off to class?”

Paddy was one of your favourite people. He was so kind and sweet. You had never had a doorman before, but you imagined Paddy was one of a kind. He would help you with groceries and he always gave you a heads-up if Norman arrived before you did. You liked talking to him, and he would tell you all the “hot goss” in the building, though always with very formal language and odd phrases you guess is common to the average Brit.

“Yes, and I’ve told you, please call me (Y/n).”

You have been trying to get Paddy to be less formal with you for about two years now, but he refused.

“You know I won’t Ms (L/n), but I’m glad to hear it. You are our future. You’re close to graduating, no?”

Paddy stepped out onto the street to hail a cab as you continued the conversation.

“Yes, actually, this is my last year. But I’m planning on getting my master's next, then maybe a doctorate, so still lots of school in the future."

Paddy chuckled, “I look forward to calling you Dr (L/n).”

You laughed, telling him you’d never let him get away with it. He only laughed again, bidding you farewell and being sure to emphasize your last name as he opened the car door for you.

You didn’t always take a cab to campus. You took the subway from your apartment, but Harry didn’t like the idea of you alone with “all those weirdos.” You enjoyed the walk though, so you opted to have the cab take you as far as the nearest stop. That way you could still get a bit of a walk in, allowing you to stop and get some coffee and feel a little bit of normalcy. You had to admit it was nice to not have to walk in the cold.

This December has been one of the coldest you could remember. The city looked grey between the cloudy skies and the sludge that was once white snow crowding around the gutters. The people passed you by in the windows, bundled up in scarves and hats. You couldn’t remember the last time you had worn anything more than a light jacket. Harry had a personal driver, and there was really never a need. There wasn’t much waiting in your life anymore. Every trip was direct and expedient.

You stopped in at Cafè Luna, and upon seeing your face, a barista you knew as Shelby immediately started making your drink. You order a breakfast sandwich as well, not quite having enough time this morning to both make breakfast and get your daily latte.

Shelby gave you your order after swiping Harry’s card and warned you that she had made your latte extra hot to fight off the cold. You thanked her, being sure to leave a tenner in the tip jar as you walked out. After a bit, you reached the crosswalk that would take you to campus. Your phone buzzed, and you precariously balanced your sandwich and your latte in one hand while digging through your bag for it.

Peter: Did you listen to it yet?

You scrolled up on the screen to see he had sent you a link to an album from your shared favourite band: Dog Water. They were a local punk band that you both knew one day would blow up, but for now, you loved seeing them perform in dive bars and back alleys.

You heard the melodic beep of the crosswalk sign that alerted you to cross the street. As you took steps forward, you dug for your headphones in your bag. Usually, you pulled them out in the cab, but you were distracted by the hustle and bustle of the city. As your hands searched your bag, you felt your fingers brush against the headband, but your walking jostled the tote, and they slipped further into the depths of the canvas. You huffed slightly, taking your eyes away from the street and digging your hand in deeper.

Finally, you grabbed them and pulled them out when you heard a voice growing louder. You looked up to see a man in a suit and a long trenchcoat walking right at you while holding a seemingly heated conversation on the phone.

“No, you listen here! I don’t care if-”

You didn’t see him in time to prevent the inevitable. He pushed past you, checked your shoulder and your latte was pushed directly into your chest, and your sandwich, with only three bites taken out of it, fell apart on the pavement. You shouted as the steamed milk and hot coffee splashed across your chest, the skin already scorched. You were frozen for a moment before you began running towards the nearest building on campus.

You hiked up the front steps, trotted through the halls, and flung open the bathroom door. You threw your bag on the counter and immediately ripped off your sweater. You can see the redness on your throat and chest. You grab paper towels and run some cold water on them to try and soothe your skin and get off all the sticky syrup. Luckily it didn’t stain your shirt underneath due to the deep, sweetheart neckline. That’s one thing to be grateful for.

You look at your sweater: the light blue now stained with brown splotches. And also the huge spot running down the whole front. You helplessly wipe at it, but the cashmere is too absorbent. In a huff, you throw the paper towel down on the counter. There’s no way you’re getting that out. Your best hope is a dry cleaner, though you know your second favourite sweater is probably done for- a truly devastating thought- but there’s nothing to be done about it now.

You gather yourself, folding it up and putting it in your bag. You look at yourself in the mirror and you feel incomplete without your sweater, but again, there’s nothing to be done about it now. And you need to get to class.

First up is Eastern Literature, a lecture that you’re not super excited about now. You hoped that today you wouldn’t be asked to discuss the reading and instead quizzed on it. Your professor liked to switch it up; that way, students had to be prepared to know the reading deeply, and you couldn’t just rely on adding commentary to others’ analyses.

Then you have Gender Woman Studies. It’s a fun elective taught by a Non-Binary person who is also a therapist and currently writing a book about kinks in the black community and how they are differently stigmatized. They were cool as fuck, and you loved listening to them and the discussions that would evolve from the topics presented.

Then you had Forensic Anthropology with the one and only Peter Parker. He needed another Humanities credit and you needed a science, so you both decided it was worth it. You were pleasantly surprised with the course matter, as it interested both of you in different ways. Peter was always more focused on the science parts, while you were exceptional with the theories and their impacts. Together, you guys wrote the best papers in the class, bar none.

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