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Noses are my favourite part of the face, they’re literally so attractive.
#detroit become human#my art#dbh Connor#dbh Markus#dbh Kara#They say people fall in love when looking into someone’s eyes. I will literally stare up your nose#Sniff sniff motherfucker#I love nose bumps so much#Button noses are cute but have you seen BIG HUGE PROMINENT NOSES#EE-detroit-become-human#EE-sketches#EE-Connor#EE-Markus#EE-Kara
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-asks this at 4am- let's say if i were to have a taglist for whenever i posted art......... would anyone be... interested in being on it..............
#lovey hoots#👉👈#as usual no obligation !!!! but i thought i'd ask#will bump this later i suppose....ee
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Thinking about baby daddy!Miguel O’Hara who did in fact have some of your old clothes lying around. Tucked deep in the depths of his closet was an old sundress that he had forgotten about, a dress you had worn when you were still pregnant with Gabi, having refused to wear pants during the last few weeks of pregnancy. Despite it being a tad too big for you now without the baby bump, it still looked great on you.
Baby daddy!Miguel who insisted on tagging along with you to pick up Gabriella when you were going to slip out of his door. Saying he’d treat you girls out for lunch as an apology for fucking you dumb last night a “pre-back to school” treat since Gabriella was starting middle school on Monday.
Baby daddy!Miguel who wouldn’t take no for an answer like he didn't last night when you said you weren’t going to take the couch. Such a stubborn man he is, that’s how you found yourself in the passenger seat of his black Chevy Silverado truck, on your way to her soccer team sleepover.
Baby daddy!Miguel and yourself who weren’t entirely ready to talk about what had happened last night, mostly you though. Not having really processed what had happened during the last twenty-four hours, so you both opted to stay quiet the whole ride. The only sound coming from the car stereo that was playing Miguel’s music from his phone.
Baby daddy!Miguel who pulled up to the front of the house you were supposed to pick your daughter up from. The leftover girls that were still waiting for their guardian were in the front yard, passing around a soccer ball. Rolling down his window to call out to his daughter, her brows scrunched together and her head tilting in confusion when she saw her father in his truck rather than her mother in her SUV. Growing a bit more confused when she saw you poking your head out for her to see to tell her to get her bag and get in the car.
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“Hola mija.”
“Hey amor, how was the sleepover?”
You both greeted your daughter when she hopped in the car, tossing her back in the air next to her before she closed the door. You’d expect her to tell you all the deeds about her night/day like she always did, talkative one your daughter. But instead, the second her seatbelt was one she crossed her arms and raised a suspicious brow at you both.
“Why’d you both pick me up? You guys never both pick me up together, especially in the same car.” You couldn’t help but raise your brows a bit at her skepticism, Miguel just chuckled at your daughter's tone.
“We just wanted to surprise you mija, take you out for the day before you have to start school tomorrow.” Miguel explained, not completely lying. Tilting down his sunglasses as he looks at her through the back mirror. “You’re telling us that you don’t want to go to that breakfast place you like before going to the pulga?” He asked in a teasing tone.
“What!? I never said I didn’t!”
“That’s what I thought.”
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Not proofread.
Word count: 500
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Nothing is Easy
Synopsis: Y/n gets into a crash in Mexico, and it keeps her from finishing the 2023 season. It’s a long road of recovery, but it pays off in the end
female driver reader x F1 2023 grid
(reader is 24 in this one, and she drives for aston martin)
“And here she is now! Y/n L/n, we were just talking about you, how are you feeling about Mexico?” Martin Brundle approaches you while you’re walking through the paddock.
“Oh, hi Martin!” You greet the commentator with a smile.
“I’m feeling good, it’s nice out, there’s a lot of fans here, and the team is looking good today” You shrug.
“So, we can expect big things from Aston Martin?”
“Yeah, me and Lance and the team are all confident in the car and we’re hoping for a good finish in the points” You speak for your teammate, Lance Stroll, and the rest of the Aston Martin garage.
“Alright Y/n, thank you for talking with me and good luck on the race” He nods and places a hand on your shoulder before walking off to his next interview-ee.
All of what you said was true; you were just coming off a P6 finish at the Austin Grand Prix, it was a calm, sunny day in Mexico City, the stands were packed with eager fans, and everyone in Aston Martin had confidence in their driver lineup.
You and Lance first became teammates in 2021 when Racing Point became Aston Martin and as a part of their rebranding, they named you, the 2020 F2 World Champion, as a part of their 2021 Driver Lineup.
It took a bit for you to get used to the car, frequenting P10 and P9, but was fairly successful in 2022, getting used to taking P7 and P6. You and Lance worked together quite well, being the same age and having the same goals in Formula 1.
You felt less nerves and more anticipation as you completed your usual race day routine. It was the 20th/23rd race of the year and you’ve completed the same routine for three years, so your body is on auto pilot all morning.
A tap on your shoulder from your race engineer, Ben Michael, brings you out of your daze. “30-minute warning, Y/n. We have the get the cars out and onto the grid” The older man says to you.
You nod and pull off your headphones before replacing them with your helmet and balaclava. When you turn, you’re surprised to see your teammate mirroring you. “Good luck, we’re going to do great, yeah?” Lance sticks out his hand in a fist bump and you raise your arm to meet it.
“Yeah, of course. Good luck” You both move to get into your respective cars and wait for the signal to exit the garage.
“Alright ladies and gentlemen, we’re about thirty seconds away from light’s out now. All twenty cars are out and completing the formation lap, here’s what our top 10 of the starting grid looks like;
“Lance Stroll, P10. Y/n L/n, P9. Oscar Piastri, P8. Lando Norris, P7. George Russell, P6. Sergio Perez, P5. Lewis Hamilton, P4. Charles Leclerc, P3. Carlos Sainz, P2, and starting at pole position is Max Verstappen” David Croft commentates for the viewers.
“71 Laps ahead of us, let’s see what unfolds, it’s light’s out and away we go! Verstappen and the Ferrari’s get away with no problems. Hamilton is off, trying to get away from Perez behind him”
“Russell is scrambling away in attempt to bring a gap between him and the two McLarens. Both Aston Martin’s start flawlessly, DRS isn’t available until Sector 2, but it looks like L/n is already trying to get a bit closer to Piastri in front of her”
“Okay Y/n, once DRS is available, push to catch up to Piastri and try to overtake him. We’re looking to advance early so Lance can get some overtakes done as well” Ben becomes audible through your radio.
“Understood” You reply before refocusing on the orange car in front of you.
“Lap 4, no changes in the lineup so far, but I wouldn’t speak too soon. Y/n L/n is gaining on Oscar Pisatri in front of her. Just leaving Turn 7, she’s going down the inside, wheel to wheel as they go into Turn 8, leaving Turn 9 does she have a lead?
Yes, she does! Y/n L/n has a McLaren beat, and I don’t think she’s going to hesitate in moving onto Lando Norris”
“Lap 12, now. Verstappen is, predictably, still leading, both Ferrari’s persistent behind him. Lewis Hamilton in P4 with his teammate behind him, trying to get away from the Aston Martin’s of L/n and Stroll, both just overtook the two McLarens of Norris and Piastri”
“Lap 20 and tension is starting to rise here. Most of the race today has been between Y/n L/n and whoever is in front of her. Right now, George Russell has his foot against the gas, taking every opportunity to try to extend the gap between him and the Aston Martin”
You’re trailing Russell as you approach Turn 2. Turn 3 is the last corner before the long straight and if you want to get up into P5, you have to catch up with him before the next bend.
“Y/n, you have more pace. You are faster than Russell, push and you’ll beat him” Ben speaks. “Understood, I’m trying” You reply shortly.
“Here we go, DRS is enabled. She’s gaining on him, trying to at least go wheel-to-wheel before the long straight. L/n’s moving aside from behind Russell and going around the outside”
The front of your car is aligned with the middle of his and you move to the right to avoid contact.
“They’re almost wheel-to-wheel! L/n’s front left tire is right behind Russell’s front right tire, George is not backing away from this”
You try to move closer to finish the move and before you can shift to the right again, your front left makes contact with George’s front right tire.
“There’s some contact in the tires and Y/n is spinning! She makes contact with George Russell and spins across the track!”
You see a blur of dark green and a mess of orange pass you, probably cars swerving around your collision.
“George Russell continues fine, moving ahead. Martin, I don’t even think he’s realized what happened” Croft speaks to the man next to him while staring at the track in front of him with worry.
You’ve managed to stop your car, but you’re in the middle of the track, so just as you’re about to turn your head around to look for the perfect opportunity to set yourself right, you feel a world of pain on the left side of you.
“Esteban Ocon did not see Y/n L/n’s car in front of him! He’s hit into the side of her Aston Martin! I think he tried to swerve to avoid her, but he was going too fast!” Crofty shouts.
“Ladies and gentlemen, Esteban Ocon’s Alpine has T-boned Y/n L/n’s Aston Martin and it’s a red flag”
Your eyes are closed both in fear and pain, causing you to miss all the other cars weave around the collision in the middle of the straight. The other 18 cars were guided into the pits by the safety car, so when Esteban climbs out of his car and runs towards yours, he doesn’t have to worry about other cars on track.
Your five senses are scrambled. All you feel is the pain in your hip, the only scent you smell is fuel, and while usually the scent will remind you of your karting days, it now just clouds your brain’s attempts to figure out what the hell happened.
A metallic taste fills your mouth, and you assume you’ve bit your lip so hard in pain, it started bleeding. Your eyes are closed and all you can hear is the combination of a voice in your ears, someone shouting near you, and the buzz of the crowd around you.
You force your eyes to meet the harsh Mexican sun and the distressed frame of Esteban Ocon hovering above you. You realize the voice in your ear is Ben through your radio, and it takes you a worrying amount of time to refocus your attention on the steering wheel your hands still clutch and answer the question your race engineer has been asking non-stop.
“Yeah, I’m okay. For the most part. I think” You radio back to the Aston Martin garage. You realize that that buzzing in your ear is only half because of the crowd, and it takes a moment for the humming to calm down so that the Alpine driver is audible.
“Y/n! Can you hear me? Are you okay?” He shouts and you quickly lift your hand to meet his resting on the side of your car in hopes he will stop yelling. “I’m okay, Esteban” You shift uncomfortably.
“Actually, I think I hurt my hip. I can’t move my left leg at all”
The Frenchman looks slightly relieved. “Do you need help getting out? I can-” You interrupt quickly.
“No! Please don’t do anything, I’ll just wait for the marshals” You weren’t very good friends with Esteban, but you appreciated his care for a fellow driver.
The marshals you spoke of arrived a few minutes later in another safety car and an ambulance. You told Ben that you couldn’t move, and the medics arrived prepared to lift you out of your crash car and onto a gurney. Once the marshals assured Esteban you would be okay, he was escorted into the safety car and back into the paddock.
The radio messages in team garages were confidential, so viewers and drivers only knew your status because of David Croft’s commentary.
“After a few minutes of uncertainty, it’s clear that Y/n L/n is okay and out of her car. According to the Aston Martin race engineer, Ben Micheal, she is off to the medical center and in good hands” Crofty says with clear traces of relief in his voice.
You ride in the elevator clutching tightly onto your race suit. Now that the shock of the crash is gone, the only thing you can feel is pain in the left side of your hip. It’s a searing pain that has spread across your body, but it burns the most above your thigh.
The medics inside the ambulance do the work of pulling your race suit down your body to make your hip visible and you try your best not to wince every time a hand touches the left side of your body, but you do it so much it becomes subconscious.
You get wheeled through the medical center and into a room where two doctors immediately start working around you. You hear one talking about x-rays and having a proper ambulance being called to take you to the closest hospital once they examined your hip.
Your eyes are shut in pain, but you look up when you hear the voice of your PR officer and best friend in the paddock, Addison, asking the doctors for an update on you. “We can’t be 100% sure but from the looks of it, it might be a fractured hip” The female doctor says. Addison sighs and frows before going to your side to replace your clinched race suit with her hand.
“Are you okay?” The British woman asks. “No” You grimace “Am I going to the hospital?”
“Yeah, the ambulance is on its way, should be here in a few minutes”
You’ve never been in an ambulance before, and the underwhelming expirience does nothing to cheer you up. You enter the hospital through the ER entryway, but it doesn’t stop everyone in the waiting room from staring at a woman they find familiar.
You get x-rays done first and then a different doctor comes into your room to update you on the results about an hour later. Apparently, you have a femoral neck fracture in the left side of your hip, meaning you broke the top of your femur bone.
In order to prevent further injuries, you needed surgery as soon as possible. You’re 24, so you’re beyond eligible to deal with your own medical incidents, but that didn’t mean it was easy. Addison helped you figure it all out and within three hours, you were being wheeled into the operating room.
You were put to sleep while surgeons placed three steel screws through the top of your femur and into your pelvis. It took three hours, but it was successful; you were still in a daze once they took you for another round of x-rays.
It freaked you out a bit, seeing and knowing steel was screwed into your body but your hip didn’t hurt nearly as bad as it did before, so you count it as a plus.
While you’re sitting in your hospital bed after your surgery, your doctor and surgeon knock on your door. “Hey Y/n, how’re you feeling?” The surgeon says.
“Eh, I’m okay. The anesthesia has mostly worn off but I’m still kinda tired. My hip doesn’t hurt as bad, though”
“That’s good. So, we’ve printed out all the necessary information for taking care of your fracture in here” The surgeon holds up a packet of papers. “But I’ll give you the gist of it now” He continues.
“You’ll have to stay in the hospital until Tuesday night and because you still need to get home, but because you can’t travel normally with your fracture, you’ll need to leave in a scheduled airliner. That means that you’ll fly on a stretcher installed in the plane with a medical flight attendant looking after you”
“When you get home, you’ll have to book a follow-up appointment to follow bone healing. All the wound care and pain medication information are in here” He pauses to hold up the packet as the man next to him continues
“You’ll be able to walk and sit and lay down just fine, you’re just going to experience some pain when you do. Physical therapy is recommended, and it will take about 3 months of training to regain total range of motion and strength”
“Now, I know you are a Formula 1 driver, but for the sake of your hip, I instruct you don’t drive for six weeks at least”
In all the information he gave you, that was the one sentence that stuck out to you. Six weeks means you won’t be able to race for the rest of the season.
Shit
Addison squeezed your hand and sent you a sympathetic look. You think the two doctors said a few more things but the only thing you noticed was when they left. “I-I can’t drive?” You said in disbelief.
“Y/n, there’s only three races left, you won’t be missing much-” Your PR officer said but you interrupted.
“It’s still three races! I was doing great; I was scoring points for us and now I’m just out?”
“Y/n, maybe this is a good thing” She shrugged and picked up the packet on your night stand.
“It says that after these types of car crashes, your reaction time will be slow, and we don’t want you out there when you’re not ready”
You were about to continue your argument, but instead you just sighed and threw your head back into the pillow, grumbling, “Fine”
Your two days in the hospital were filled with answering messages and daily checkups. A lot of people had contacted you with worry, and you had a few discussions with the engineers at Aston Martin.
Expectedly, they were as frustrated as you once they heard of your condition and set up a time with your PR team to announce it. You talked to your family and friends first, ensuring you were okay and would be heading home soon.
Most drivers on the grid heard that you were going into surgery and texted to make sure you were alright, and once you replied to them, you went on social media to see what everyone was saying.
On Tuesday night, you packed up all your things and changed into the clothes Addison brought you in preparation to leave for the airport. All the excitement from the Grand Prix was gone from Mexico City, so you had no trouble navigating through the airport.
The flight was a bit strange; having to lay down the entire time and have an attendant checking up on you every hour, but you managed.
It was relieving to finally get home after an exhausting week away, and you realized you should get used to being at home. Like the doctor advised, you made a follow up appointment and scheduled physical therapy appointments to fill two months.
The doctors you met at the follow up appointment removed the staples used to close up your wound and a few days later, you were going to your first therapy appointment.
The worst part about being bed ridden was the fact you could not watch the races in person. Along with not driving, you weren’t supposed to travel for 6 weeks.
From your couch you watched Felipe Drugovich race your car in Brazil, Las Vegas, and Abu Dhabi. You watched Max win the 2023 Championship and Lance finish 9th in the driver’s standings.
As soon as you could, you were on a flight to the Aston Martin Headquarters in Silverstone and included in many meetings regarding your injury and how to advance. You spend a few days in England on the simulator and being analyzed by race engineers.
You do the same once you arrive home, and your off-season schedule becomes fairly structured. You wake up, do the most amount physical training you can with your fitness trainer, go to physical therapy, race on your simulator, and go to sleep to do it all again tomorrow.
You travel to the Aston Martin headquarters a few more times but you don’t see anybody outside of your team until the pre-season testing session in February. You’re walking, without any pain, to the Aston Martin garage with Addison by your side when you feel two hands on your shoulder.
“Y/n!” A French voice exclaims. “Hey Esteban!” You turn to find the Alpine driver grinning. Since your crash, Esteban has checked in regularly asking about health updates and it became the beginning of a friendship between you two.
“It is so nice to see you in the paddock again. You are feeling better, yes?” He brings you into a hug as you walk together.
“Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better. I finished physical therapy last month and I was cleared to drive a few weeks ago”
“That’s great, I’m so happy you’re okay. I will see you later, Y/n” Your friend bids you goodbye and turns to walk to his own garage.
“You say hello to Esteban and not me?”
A voice comes from behind you, and you wheel around to see your teammate. “Hi Lance” You bring your teammate into a hug with a smile.
You’ve seen Lance a few times at Aston Martin HQ and it’s common for you two to train on your simulators at home together.
“How’s your hip, metal man?” He teases as you laugh. “It’s steel, actually, and it’s okay. Doesn’t really hurt anymore” You nod.
“Good. Be careful today, I want my actual teammate with me this year” Felipe adjusted well to your car and sudden promotion, but your contract was solid, and the Brazilian remains as your reserve driver.
“Don’t worry, I will be. See you later, Lance” You waved as he said goodbye and you both entered your garage then to your drivers' rooms.
The testing session proved to be successful, as both Aston Martin’s traded taking fastest laps. Both of the new cars had several upgrades done on them over the winter break and you’re glad to see they’ve paid off.
Pre-season testing is fairly low-key, so after finishing your run, there was no media for you to complete and you were free to go back to your hotel to prepare for tomorrow.
Both green cars performed strongly on Friday and Saturday, and you left Sakhir Track confident.
“Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to the first race of 2024. After a few months of winter break and three days of pre-season testing, we have all twenty drivers in their new cars, 30 seconds away from lights out.”
“And, for the first time since Mexico 2023, Y/n L/n rejoins the grid after a hip fracture. She’s healed splendidly after her surgery in the beginning of November and with the Aston Martin’s looking fast, she’s expected to do well here in Bahrain” Martin Brundle introduces today’s race.
“Here’s our top 10 on the grid today; Max Verstappen, P1. Charles Leclerc, P2. Sergio Perez, P3. Y/n L/n, P4. Carlos Sainz, P5, Lewis Hamilton, P6. Lance Stroll, P7. George Russel, P8. Lando Norris, P9. Pierre Gasly, P10. It’s going to be an interesting race, the light’s come on, and its light’s out and away we go!”
You’ve waited five months to get back in your car and you’re not about to waste the opportunity. Instead, you win.
“1st race of the year, her first race in five months, her first race win, Y/n L/n goes P1! She went through a Ferrari and two Red Bull’s, and now she goes through the checkered flag first!”
And you win again.
“For the second time, Y/n L/n wins the Grand Prix! She started P5 and worked her way up to P1! What a battle between her and Verstappen! Ladies and gentlemen, we’re only in Saudi Arabia, but it’s safe to safe I would follow those two cars wherever Formula 1 takes them if we get more races like that!”
And again.
“She does it in Miami! As her fourth race win, Y/n L/n beats Max Verstappen to the checkered flag with her teammate behind her in P3!”
And again.
“Martin, I can’t believe it. Y/n L/n wins her fifth Grand Prix in Monaco! It’s only the 8th race of 2024 but we are looking into a very exciting racing season ahead of us”
“So, Y/n” A reporter asks you during a press conference in June. “Max has won six races” She gestures to the Red Bull driver next to you. “And you’ve won five, looking to make it six this weekend in Austria. Is it safe to say that it’s going to be between you two for the 2024 Driver’s Championship?”
“Well, I mean it’s never good to speak too early, but we’ve both been looking promising this year and according to our stats, that’s where we’re headed”
“It’s Max Verstappen’s home race here in the Netherlands, but it’s not going to be easy to win. Y/n L/n has been right on his tail all race, her teammate Lance Stroll behind her in his own fight with the other Red Bull. My, if you asked me if this year’s rivalry would be between Aston Martin and Red Bull, I would not have believed you”
“And it’s the first 1-2 for Aston Martin! Lance Stroll goes P1 with his teammate right behind him! Great day in Singapore for the Canadian, outstanding day for everyone wearing green!”
“We are back in Mexico today, the very race she crashed at last year, but if she’s nervous she doesn’t show it. It’s Y/n L/n for her 9th win in Formula 1 and in the 2023 season! Verstappen in P2, Stroll takes P3, Perez, P4, and Sainz, P5”
“In the November air, Daniel Ricciardo goes P1 in Las Vegas after Max Verstappen and Y/n L/n collided and retired! An amazing day for the Australian, a frustrating one for the Red Bull and Aston Martin drivers”
“After Verstappen took his ninth win in Quatar, he and L/n are now tied with wins and very close in points for the Driver’s Championship. Max starts P1 today in Abu Dhabi, and if Y/n can get in front of him, Formula 1 will have its first female World Champion”
You’ve come way too far to lose like this. It’s been probably the most stressful season you’ve driven in ever, there’s no way you’re going to lose after it all.
“Y/n, relax” Your teammate places his hands on your shoulders.
“You’re going to do great. You’re going P1, trust me. You don’t need it but good luck, we’re all rooting for you” Lance sends you a smile and you’re struck with gratitude for your teammate.
“Thanks Lance, you’re going to do great too”You hug your friend before pulling your balaclava and helmet on.
“It’s an anxious day in Abu Dhabi, this race could go either way, it’s lights out and away we go!”
You remember Daniel comparing the 2021 Abu Dhabi race to a flip of a coin, and you think history has repeated itself. All 58 laps, you and Max take turns overtaking each other.
This time, it’s not just Sergio playing a team’s game; Lance helps in whatever way he can, whether it’s taking your spot when you’re in the pitlane or defending against Max so you can pass him.
“Ladies and gentlemen, after the most exciting season yet, Y/n L/n overtakes Max Verstappen and becomes the world champion! It took a long road of recovery, but the reward is sweet! L/n takes the checkered flag first and the arena is booming with noise! The coin has landed on her side today, and she accepts it happily”
The Aston Martin Garage is just as happy as you are, bringing you into hugs and jumping up and down, grins never leaving their faces. Lance joins you on the podium in P3 and you two soak each other in champagne. You shake Max’s hand politely but continue to beam as you wrap your home country’s flag around your shoulders and wave at the crowd.
With steel screwed into your hip, you stand on the podium with your trophy held above your head, looking down at everyone who has waited for this moment as long as you have.
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"In the deep dark woods
In the hermit lands
There lies an ancient fortress
Where the wary dare not go-ee-oh
Where the wary dare not go.
There the trees are tall
And the ice, it bites
See it's buried in the snow
Where the wary dare not go-ee-oh
Where the wary dare not go."
Scar adjusted his grip on the reigns as his sled continued on through the snow. For the last day of his trip, the ground started doing its best impression of a mountain glacier -- more ice than anything -- and while it made for better footing for the horse, his ride had gotten noticeably more uncomfortable over bumps and rocks. The ground just sounded harder here, and the myriad of jostles made him wince. Still, it was far safer than sledding down the river, which marked itself as a tempting makeshift road, winding through the valley. He could see runner tracks on it, something he was sure the locals found reassuring, maybe even integral to survival in the cold, dark winter. Scar wasn’t from here though, and the rivers he knew were temperamental and treacherous. One fall into frigid water was more than enough to end a life, and had ended several in the town he came from. So he watched the river warily and let his horse pick her way across the snow-laden banks.
"Abandoned by
It's craftsman's hands
And cursed by all that see it
Where the wary dare not go-ee-oh
Where the wary dare not go
The dungeon keeper
Sleeps deep inside
With the spirits he's devoured
Where the wary dare not go-ee-oh
Where the wary dare not go."
Scar’s sleigh hit a root, or some animal's bolthole or something, forcing a sudden, heavy lurch through the sleigh. He winced at the loud rattle of his supplies as they threatened to tumble out. Across his legs, Jellie let out a low, complaining rumble. The massive white and gray snow cat, currently doing the very important job of keeping his legs and feet warm, cracked an accusing green eye at him, as though it were his fault the ground was so bumpy.
Scar ruffled a hand through her fur placatingly. "Oh hush, you big 'ol lazy thing. You’ve done nothing but sleep all day, anyway.”
Jellie let out a loud harrumph, the white bloom of her breath freezing against her whiskers. Her eye closed again, and she didn’t make another sound.
"Lazy cat," Scar hummed affectionately, and ran his gloved hand across her fur again. He was tempted to take the glove off so he could feel the softness of her coat, but he resisted the urge. Scar has never known a cold like the cold in this part of the world. He knew winter, sure, everyone did, but there was something malicious and present in the way the cold worked here. It was the kind of cold that seeped into bones and rotted there, blueing and blackening the skin, almost sentient in its ferocity. Even lacking any wind save for the breeze of the running sleigh, the air here gnaws and tears like an animal, like peeling skin. Even the trees, blasted and twisted and tenacious, mark the winter wind's passing with the lean of their trunks. Evergreen needles bristled in undulating waves, sparsely broken by the dead, leafless limbs of deciduous trees. Here and there, trunks ruptured and scarred by the aftermath of freezing sap shattering them open stood like gravestones amidst their crowding kin.
It’s the dark remains of leafed trees that Scar finds the most interesting. While seasons do happen here, he had always been told it was too cold in this part of the world for a proper summer. There was only a season where it rained and iced more than it snowed. The fact that leafed trees had even tried to claim these forests was a marvel, here where even the evergreens started dying off the further he went. It was a bitter reminder to him that some of the death from this winter wasn't all from brutal, natural cold.
"In the deep dark woods
In the hermit lands
There lies an ancient fortress…"
Scar hummed to himself quietly, craning his head back to watch the looming, dark shape rising against the sky. The Frozen Citadel glared down at him with toothy, icicle sneers that laced every dark window and balcony. Its great black towers splintered the sky like obsidian blades, and icy ribcages clutched the spine of the road to its entrance. Despite the terror and foreboding the Citadel instilled, Scar felt a thrill of excitement as it grew nearer. It was like standing in the shadow of the corpse of some ancient monster, unfathomably old, unapologetic in its claim to existence. Villages die. Frost melts. Bones turn to dust. The Frozen Citadel remains.
"And we're going to get inside it," Scar grinned, and the frigid air on his teeth made his jaw ache.
Scar’s sleigh found the old cobbled road and glided across it, a flea scaling the trunk of a mastodon. The horse slowed its gait the farther up the road they went, casting nervous glances to the dead and dying vegetation around the Citadel. So close to the great structure, the trees looked more like ice sculptures than any living thing, and had probably died centuries ago, though the layers of ice built around them kept their silhouettes ever still. The world here was deafeningly quiet. All the small crawling, flying things of the forest didn’t dare stir, if they lived here at all. Even the wolves, haunting companions that had stalked Scar across the wilderness, had stopped their howling several hours ago. There was only the creaking of branches, the crackling of brittle snow, and the sleigh. Fanciful things came to him in the silence: the impression of a shout or an echo, the jibber of whispered voices, the refrains of old campfire songs. It was thrilling and strange to know the only thing making a sound around here was him. Haunting, oh, that was a good word. To admit it was haunting though, would be to admit he found it scary, and he couldn’t do that. Scar hadn’t admitted he was scared since he first read about the Citadel in his bedroom as a kid, hadn’t admitted he was scared when Jellie was still vicious and tried to bite his hands when he trained her, hadn’t admitted he was scared when he bought his sleigh and his horse and first struck out nearly three weeks ago. He would not admit he was scared now.
The horse knickered nervously, ears pressing back, and finally hauled them up to the Citadel entrance -- or as close to the entrance as the horse would allow. The gaping, toothy, maw-like doorway yawned open in front of them, showing the glimmer of blue fire within. He tried to coax the horse forward, reasoning to it about warmth and shelter and food, but something about the mouth-like portal made it rear and whinny, and finally give the sleigh a heavy kick with its back hooves.
“Alright alright! You don’t have to be so angry about it, stupid thing!” Scar chastised it, though he wasn’t able to keep the grin from his face. He could make camp outside, that was fine. Or maybe he would just picket the horse out here and make his camp inside. Yes, he liked that idea a lot, actually. Then he and Jellie would be safe and warm as close to the treasure as he could get, and tomorrow, oh tomorrow, he would delve in. Scar rubbed his stiff hands together greedily, and cleared his throat.
“Alright Jellie, time to work!”
At the command, Jellie harrumphed one more time and got to her feet, shaking out her fur. The moment her weight was off of Scar’s legs, a cold chill darted its way up his spine. He wiggled his toes -- All still mobile and full of feeling! -- and pulled his legs over the side of the sleigh.
“Help me down, Jellie,” Scar hummed pleasantly, and the large cat hunkered down beside him, the soft handles of her cloth harness within his reach. In a practiced motion (that had really taken way too long to train in hindsight) Jellie pulled her owner out of the sleigh, supporting most of his weight on her back as she went. When he was secure on the ground, she trotted to the spot at the back of the cart where the smaller toboggan was hooked in place. She pulled it to him, patiently waited as he got situated inside, and waited even longer as he clasped her harness to its tethers with his clumsy mittens.
“Alright!” Scar crowed triumphantly when everything was in place and securely fastened. “Take us in Jellie!”
The great snow cat shook out her fur and started forward, only bristling a little as she stepped towards the shadow of the Citadel’s interior.
“Absolutely not!” a voice boomed suddenly, startling both cat and handler to a stop. “Are you stupid or what? Get-- get away from that door!"
Scar turned as best he could in his toboggan to look over his shoulder -- at the three horses and riders who seemed to have popped out of the snow. Two of them he noticed, with the startled clarity of someone who wasn’t used to being on the business end of a weapon, had bows and arrows trained in his direction.
Scar, for lack of anything else to do, smiled and raised his hands -- partly in greeting, but mostly to keep from being poked full of arrows. “Well hello there!”
#the barking writer#decked out 2#goodtimeswithscar#goodtimewithscar#decked out 2 au#No Place of Honor#This is No Place of Honor#No Place of Warmth#<- just gonna throw all my working titles there because why tf not#anyway im not working on another big project <- lying
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Otona Blue
Yandere Kang Yeosang x fem reader
a/n: this is by far the longest and most thought out fic i've ever written and i'm so proud of it <3 i put so much care and effort into it, so i hope you enjoy!
tags: @seojonneh & @thatswhywerefever
You've got your eyes on the new senior in your music class, and the feeling is unfortunately mutual.
✫彡wordcount: 8k
♡´･ᴗ･`♡ (ಡ‸ಡ)genre:
yandere, college au, angst
ಠ_ಠwarnings/contents:
long read, takes place over a few months, semi-slow burn, yandere behavior, age gap (19-23/college freshman-college senior), bullying, violence(not described towards reader), cursing, nicknames, threats of death(again, not towards reader), online stalking(kinda?), kissing, one(1) horn-ee line that implies they did the deed, emotional vulnerability, yandere&dark themes really shine towards the end, probably part one because i have so many ideas for these two
ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ♪♪♪ song recs:
OTONABLUE by ATARASHII GAKKO!! "i want you to connect to my heart"
Can We Lie Here? by Holy Fawn "the field grows taller and it will never let you go"
First Love/ Late Spring by Mitski "please don't say you love me"
Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain "i am the face of loves rage."
Darkness, I'll Always Be Your Girl by R. Missing "i'm always going to be your girl"
MATURE UNDER THE CUT MDNI
The fourth period of the day is always your favorite. The teacher is kind and helpful. You get to express yourself through music. No one in the class seems to bother you- in fact (even in a class full of seniors) you seemed to make a few friends. The teacher even let you hide out the first few weeks of school during your free period to avoid the chaos that seemed to follow you.
All in all, the music room is your safe place. A smile graces your lips as you round into the large room, greeting a classmate who's by the door gathering his book from the tall closet cabinet.
"Hey, (Y/n)." He welcomes you, turning into the storage and grabbing the book with your name on its spine.
"Thanks, Soobin." You take it with a small bow to your senior and turn to walk with him to your seats. "Oh," you sigh. Someone is in your chair, their face hidden by the musical sheet stand in front of it. You look to Soobin for help, and he simply shrugs before taking your hand and leading you to the back of the room, to your occupied seat.
"Excuse me," he speaks to the man. His head pokes up from behind the stand and he stares at the two of you with an unreadable expression. "Oh, uhm," Soobin stumbles over his words, gesturing to you.
"This is actually where I usually sit," you stammer, avoiding his cold eyes. When he says nothing, and makes no effort to move, just looking at you - Soobin kicks his shoulder with yours, making you stumble. "Well, the intructor likes us in specific places, so that the music is... y'know? Did he sit you here?" You ask slowly, looking at anything but him.
"Ah," he sighs, looking to the unoccupied seat behind him. "He must of pointed to that seat. Sorry." He speaks shortly, slowly setting his violin in the open case at his feet and sliding it back to his seat.
"Thanks..."
Soobin mumbles an apology to the quiet man as he nearly bumps into him on the way to the seat beside yours. You nod shortly at him and take his place, setting your violin in his' place. You fold your book open to the page scribbled on the blackboard behind the teachers piano.
As you set it down on the music stand, you see a book already in its rightful place. You roll your eyes, meeting eyes with Soobin, who has a teasing smile on his face. He knows you well enough to know that you already want to be done with the music room intruder.
You fold the book closed and come face to face with a name newly printed on the front cover with Sharpie.
강여상
"Uhm," you twirl around in the plastic chair, "Sunbae?" You know he's a senior. Everyone beside you and one other student is.
He looks up from the string he's fixing on his violin and his eyes go to his book in your hands. "Sorry," he chimes, slotting his instrument between his knees and taking the book with both hands. Your hands stay frozen in place as you finally take a moment to look at him. And, God, is he gorgeous. He has a birthmark under one of his eyes, that you can't seem to get over. It makes him look somewhat ethereal.
"Yeosang?" You ask, and he nods, eyes flicking away before coming back to yours. "Resonated sound," you offer a smile, and he's a bit taken a-back.
Your friend next to you is even more so. You're willingly conversing with someone other than him? Since when? Where is his (Y/n) and what did you do with her?
"It makes sense that you're a violin player! It resonates the most, I think."
"Oh, really? I didn't ever think of that," he laughs a little bit- and you swear it's the cutest thing ever. You go to speak again, when the instructor beats you to it by telling the class to turn to the song you'll be working on. You turn back around and offer Yeosang a final, small smile, and get your violin situated.
Thursday morning, the class is in a slight chaos as you turn the corner and enter. You, too, are buzzing with anxiety and anticipation. Yesterday, just before the bell, your teacher said that he would be asking a few individuals to try out for a special part in the song for your upcoming performance.
Soobin is already in his seat, bouncing his leg as he reads and re-reads the notes: trying to memorize them. The pretty new guy is one of the only calm ones in the entire room, gently working on one of the parts that he seems to have trouble with.
You take your seat wordlessly and immediately get to work, working the bow over the strings effortlessly. You block out all the other instruments and conversations, letting the music take over your mind. You had spent the better half of last night memorizing the notes and the timing, and the song already comes like a second mature. Music has always been your escape- your friend. You swing the bow away in the final note and let the sound resonate in your ears over the noise around you.
You smile, content with your own performance.
The hair on your arms stands up as an uneasy feeling washes over you. You glance around the room to find the source, and you don't find anything. "Hubae." The voice comes from behind you.
It's Yeosang, with his eyebrows creased in concentration as he looks down at the violin in his lap. You turn half way in your seat, humming in response. "Could you," he hesitates, "could you help me?" It seems like he's a bit ashamed to be asking, avoiding your eyes and mindless fingering out the cords.
"Sure, what do you need help with?" He turns the knob on the back of the stand loose and swivels it around to face you. He has his book marked up with circles and underlines and small singular-worded notes. One part, the one he's been practicing and messing up repeatedly is marked up the most. He points to it.
You slowly sit down your violin in its case and slide your seat beside his, taking up the empty space behind Soobin. "Ah, I had trouble with that too! You aren't the only one," you profess, smiling at him when his eyes flicker toward you for a moment. His face flushes quickly, and you pretend not to notice as you fix the stand to face you.
"So, it's the part where you go from G to A, right?" Yeosang nods, going from cord to cord slowly. "It's cause your fingers aren't warmed up enough." You take his violin gently and hold is loosely by its neck, holding out your other hand. You tap each of your fingers to your thumb quickly, going from your index to your pinky and then back. "Try." He does so, struggling slightly- but slowly getting up to speed with you. He continues the exercise as you sit his instrument in your lap, holding out your cupped hands. His movements halt, and he looks at your opened hands and his beloved instrument placed gently on top of your skirt.
"C'mere." Your reach out your hands and pick his up, slowly rubbing the lowest knuckles, "it's the ones that holds you back the most," you state matter-of-factly. You slowly work his hand for a few moments, before dropping it and handing him his violin. It takes him a few moments to recoup, and he shakes the thoughts from his head as he grabs it.
He places it under his chin and gives a final glance your way before he begins playing. When he reaches the line from hell, he passes by without any trouble, his limber fingers sliding into place fluidly, pressing down the right strings in the right place like he's done it a million times before.
"Beautiful!" He smiles at the compliment, lowering the violin to thank you before the teacher so rudely interrupts you again.
"Who's first?" He asks the class excitedly, locking the portable pianos wheels before leaning back on it. Everyone is silent, and you try to slowly maneuver your way back into your place. "Miss (Y/n)!" He points at your crouched figure, and you pop up from behind Soobins back with tight lips.
"No, thank you, Mr-"
"Come on down!"
You take a deep breath, gathering up your bow and violin and holding back a frown as you sit behind the piano with him. "Ready when you are." The rest of the class resumes their own practicing- save for Yeosang and Soobin: who watch you.
You lift your bow in time with him as he presses down the accompanying keys. You go through the entire verse, not missing a beat or a cord as you play your part. The ending note echoes out in unison with the piano, and you smile at the teacher as he takes down some notes before dismissing you to practice the next verse.
You walk toward Soobin with a new found confidence in life, pumping your fist and whisper-yelling about how you nailed it.
If only you looked back, you would see Yeosang looking at you with something dark swirling in his wide eyes.
Opposite to music and musical theory, lunch was the most dreaded part of your day. Soobin had his at a different time, and your friend Hiyyih was always late on Friday's because of her debate club.
You were left alone for the first 20 minutes of the hour long period, and it was the worst part of every Friday since the school year began.
How or why you grabbed the attention of such a foul senior was beyond you. But it seems like Un Ji has a personal vendetta against you- despite the fact that you had never even looked in her direction until she decided to trip you over during volleyball(why did she even do that? You were on the same team!). Perhaps she had some home problems, or had unpacked trauma, or was simply just that mean. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that she just can't seem to get enough of teasing you.
"There she is!" Her sing-song tone makes the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention. You're always in the same seat waiting for Hiyyih, so why does she bother acting surprised? "God, look at her. All lonely!" The condescending way she laughs alone is enough to make you want to curl up on yourself.
"Mind if we sit?" She and her goonies don't wait for you to respond, and you don't bother to anyhow. You just look down at your lunch with a forming frown. "Ah, don't frown! You'll get ugly..." You look up with your brows furrowed in confusion, and she has a serious expression on her face. A smirk slowly forms as she scans your face. "Oh," she draws out, "too late."
Some of the girls she's with begin laughing, and their giggles echo around your hot ears.
"Hey," Yeosang sits next to you with a smile directed towards you, completely ignoring the existence of Ji.
Your eyes flash to her, and back to him, and back down at your sandwich before you mutter out a hello. "Who's your friend?" She asks you, leaning her elbow on the table and holding her head as she gives him dreamy eyes.
"Oh," he dramatizes, hand to his heart. "I'm Yeosang." He says to her shortly, before turning back to you, "why aren't you eating?" The past two weeks, you and Yeosang have been slowly growing closer. Maybe he's decided it's finally time to join you outside of class.
"Psh, she doesn't need to. Look at her." Ji's desire to woo him is overwhelmed by her desire to tear you down. "So chubby, (Y/n), do you want to work with us during gym?"
Yeosang doesn't let the way your eyes widen with fear slide. His top lip rises as he looks at her in disgust. She seems like she's been knocked over with a feather, staring back at him as her face heats up. "What? I'm only looking out for my friend!" She swipes her hair over her shoulder and moves on from her brief moment of feeling scandalized. "Right?" She looks to her friend, who says something that doesn't quite reach either of you.
He's keeping his eyes on you again, watching as wetness builds up in your eyes. At the grating sound of her voice, he comes up with an idea. He sighs and stands up, "seems I've lost my appetite." You look up from beneath your eyelashes and watch as he takes the long way to a bin, passing behind Ji.
As he does, he makes an effort to cross his foot in front of the other, making himself stumble. "Oh my goodness!" He yells as she screams, the glass of water he had on his tray soaking into her back, loose pieces of food getting stuck in her hair. "Oh, I'm so clumsy." He deadpans as she stands to face him. "My bad." He looks over her shoulder to see you, quickly covering you smile with a hand over your mouth.
"You are so dead!" He slides away from her grasp and back around the table, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along- giving you just enough time to grab your bag before you escape the cafeteria: leaving a screaming Ji in your wake.
"Oh my god, Yeosang!" You begin to laugh as you run. His grip on you wrist slips down to your hand, and you don't protest as he holds it tightly, looking back as he continues to lead you away. His own laughter starts to sound out, dying down soon as you both slow.
He lays down on a cement bench, and you take a seat at the very end of it by his feet. Both of you breath heavily between broken chuckles. He props his head up on his hand and looks down at you.
"She had that coming, huh?"
"Oh, yeah!"
He leans back and gazes up at the clear sky, squinting at the brightness before he fully closes his eyes. "Hate people like that."
A silence envelopes the both of you, save for the blowing wind that cools down your flush face. He listens to your breaths, matching his own to them.
"Thank you, Sunbaemin...I could have handled it, you know, on my own- but I really appreciate it." You rant quickly, placing your hand on his lower leg in a show of gratitude.
He nearly twitches away at the feeling, eyes opening and finding you once again. "No problem." He sits up, "I have to admit... I've seen her bothering you before. I saw what she did to your book last week."
"Oh... yeah. That was one of my favorites."
I know. "I'm sorry I didn't step in earlier."
"It's okay, really. You don't have to stand up for someone you barely know." You offer him a sad smile, and he returns it with a wide one.
"I'll stand up for you." He says. He promises. "I'll protect you from her from now on."
"Really?" You ask abashedly, quickly correcting yourself to, "I mean- I'd really appreciate it, but, you know you don't have to do that for me!"
He tilts his head, seeming as if he's searching your mind. "Of course I do. You deserve better than to be treated like that."
Tears are building up in your eyes, and he quickly adjusts himself to sit with a leg on either side of the bench, scooting closer to you. "(Y/n)..." He draws out. "Please don't cry."
"I'm sorry."
"Why? Why are you sorry, it's okay, ba-It's okay. Come here," he wraps his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer as you begin to cry silently. "It's okay," he hushes you, sending a death glare in the direction of a student who's giving you both a strange look.
"I'm sorry, Yeosang." Over your own ragged breathing, you don't hear his breath catch in his throat. He tightens his grip on you and rubs his hands up and down your arm comfortingly.
"Don't be sorry. Shh, I'm here now, don't worry, okay?"
His skin is lit ablaze when you wrap your hand around his wrist in search of comfort. "Thank you," you whisper, "no one stands up for me."
"I will."
"And then?!" Hiyyih urges you to continue, hugging her big rabbit plushie tightly as you tell the story of what happened with Yeosang earlier that day. You lean your head over the edge of the bed from your seat on the floor and smile.
"He just kinda... held me? It was really nice, actually. I mean- at first it was a little weird cause, like, obviously: but it was nice!"
"Oh my God," your best friend exclaims, flattening herself on the bed to be closer to your face. "That's so sweet of him! I need to meet this guy and give him the stamp of Hiyyih approval."
"Oh, it's not like that... He's just my senior, seniors take care of juniors they like right? He's just friendly." You back away in confusion when she places the back of her hand on your cheek.
"You're blushing!" She yells, flopping off the bed to join you on the floor as you begin screaming that it's just warm in her room, and she's screaming right back that you have a crush.
"Bahiyyih!" Her brothers voice rings out, making you both stop, making an 'oh shit' face as you hear his heavy footsteps come down the hall. The door opens to reveal her big brother, Kai, with his hand perched on his hip. You feel like he might scold you for being so loud, but he scrambles into the room and shuts the door behind him. He plops down opposite of the both of you and leans forward, "spill."
"It's nothing! He's just a nice guy from my music class." "She's totally whipped for this dude!" You and Hiyyih speak over one another, slapping each others hands down as you both try to emphasize your own point. "Good lord," Kai mumbles, rolling his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Start from the beginning."
You and Hiyyih continue interrupting each other every so often as you explain about Yeosang. And when she cuts you off for the third time, Kai reaches over and smacks her upside the head- causing a yelling match between the siblings.
You look down at your hands, thinking back to the way his skin felt under your finger tips. You don't even notice when the Huenings have stopped, now both looking at you. "Ooo, she's doing that thing again," she whisper yells, slapping his arm, "do you think she's thinking about him?"
"I can hear you, dickhead."
"My bad."
A round a laughs goes around, and she leans into your lap, looking up at you. "What were you thinking about, really? Him, right?" You nod a little bit, looking over to her vanity with an idea brewing in your head.
"You really think he likes me? I mean-"
"Of course!" "I think so, yeah."
"Hey, Hiyyih," you break the moment of silence. "Remember when we were in middle school and I had a crush on that one boy?" She looks up, searching her memory before she giggles a bit.
"You trying to say you want another makeover?" You nod with a smile, looking over to the mirror again.
"We're older now! I've been wearing the same lipstick since junior year of high school, I think I should upgrade, right?"
"Totally not to impress Yeosang, right?" Kai smirks, already scooting towards the makeup boxes Hiyyih keeps under her bed. "I can teach you how to do eyeliner, I'm better at it!"
"Hey!" She yells, offended he would make fun of her skills. He only sticks out his tongue and goes back to searching the shoe box full of eye and lip liners.
"You know you don't have to do this to impress him, right? He already likes you. I mean- it's totally obvious. And you're so nice, how can he not?"
"I know," you drag on, "but maybe if I looked a little nicer I would have more confidence? I don't know..."
"Whatever you want, chick," she sits up on her knees and gives you and aggressive forehead kiss before falling back and yanking the box away from her brother. "Give me this," she takes the liner from him, "this isn't her color at all, you crazy?"
"Hi," you slide into the seat across from him and whisper quietly.
Yeosang already has his nose in a notebook book, and he puts it down to smile warmly at you. It's Friday, three weeks have passed since he promised to protect you- and he did just that. He found every reason possible to be near, and his presence was welcomed. At this point, you would even consider him 'friend'. You were hanging out after school.
Your crush on him hasn't died down. Not in the slightest. The more time you spend with him, the more you found yourself drawn into him. He liked similar things and was a beautiful violinist and had a certain aura around him.
He could say the same things about you. The closer he got, the more sucked in he was.
"Hey, Petal."
"How's your day been, Yeo?"
He smiles at the nickname, that same glaze washes over his eyes- the one you catch every so often but you're never quite able to place before he blinks it away. He told you weeks ago you don't have to call him by any honorifics. At first you were hesitant, but soon enough you were Yeo and Petal (which he affectionately nicknamed you after he cought you playing the 'he loves me, he loves me not' game).
"Good, and yours?"
"Good!" You drop the whisper. No one is ever in the large library. Not even the librarian. Just you, Yeosang, and some girl named Lucy who reads on the other side of the room.
"Did Lucas bother you today?"
You roll your eyes. Lucas, also a freshman, has been harassing you to go out with him and won't seem to take no for an answer. "No, thank god. He wasn't there today. So... What are you working on?"
He sits and explains his project, then you explain yours. This is how it is on Fridays and Wednesdays. You sit in each others company and do all of your work, reaching out for help when you get stumped.
It's all easy today, so easy in fact: you fall asleep after you've finished your own work. It takes Yeosang no time at all to notice.
He sits up a bit and looks around. Then he stands up. He takes the seat next to you, slowly lowering his head to rest parallel to yours.
A piece of hair has fallen loosely over your face, swaying with each breath you take. Surely... you won't mind if he fixes it, right?
He moves at a turtles pace until he reaches your face and sweeps back the hair with his fingertips grazing your cheek.
As he studies you, he finally gets a chance to see the new makeup style you've been wearing as of late. It makes you look more mature, more confident. He can't tell if likes it quite yet. But, to be honest, he like's everything you do. Maybe he has a preference, but he can't tell. Because,
"always so pretty."
You stir a bit at his deep whisper, subconsciously leaning toward the warmth of his hand. He flattens his fingers and rests his palm against you. His heart seems to beat out loud: he's shocked it hasn't woken you. When you mumble something, he scoots his face a smidge closer. It sounds like nonsense, but your voice still soothes something that runs wild inside him.
His hand wanders down to the ends of your hair and he twirls his finger around them, letting go gently.
He himself nearly falls asleep, a peace he's never known washing over him with your shallow breaths in his ear.
He's teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when a loud noise disrupts the peace you've created for him. He places his hand on your shoulder, ready to wake you up at a moments notice as he looks around. As the panic settles, and his heartbeat dies back down, he registers that it was just a door.
"Hey," he lightly shakes your shoulder, "wake up." Your eyes flutter open and blink up at him as he cups your face in his hand. "Have a good nap?" He teasingly asks, stroking you cheekbone with his thumb. You groan in response, and tug your arm up. When you place your hand over his and hold it closer to your face, he almost moans at the feeling.
"Should have brought a jacket," you mumble sleepily. "So cold. Your so warm, Yeo." He looks over to his seat, where his large hoodie is draped over the back.
"Do you," he stutters, "do you want my hoodie?" You peek open one of your eyes and glare at him.
"Don't even play with me, really?" You sit up, and his hand falls back to his side. "It's not too much to ask, is it? What if- what if you get cold?" He reaches over the table top and grabs the fabric, handing it over with a promise that he'll be okay without it.
The warmth envelops you, and you sigh contentedly, wrapping your arms around yourself. "Thank you."
His heart flutters as he takes in the sight of you in his clothes and makes a mental note to make sure to turn the thermostat up even in the colder weather so he can hand over more. "Looks good on you." He tries to be nonchalant, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away rather fast. "Blues your color."
"You think?" You lift up the hood and pull the strings just enough to cover your ears before you tie it in a bow. He says nothing, just smiles fondly as you take up your phone. "Oh, I didn't sleep too long! Did you finish your work?"
He shakes his head, "I have some maths left. I just took a break before i torture myself with it."
"I can do maths!" You stand up and run to the other side, searching through his organized papers until you find the math. "Least I can do for you." He watches as you work diligently, the pencil scratching against the paper fills the comfortable silence. Only a few minutes pass until you slam the pencil down dramatically. "Boom, bam!"
He takes the paper and scans it over as he mumbles a thank you. You return to your seat next to him and begin gathering your materials. "Hey, (Y/n)..."
"Yup!" You face him, smile faltering as you see his solemn expression. "What, what's wrong? Did I mess up the work?"
"I really like spending time with you."
You're left with your jaw dropped for a moment, before you gather the courage to speak. "I...I like spending time with you too. It's easy, with you. Y'know? Just feels right! I'm actually... well, I'm really glad you transferred to Mr. Canessa class." You ramble on, speaking with you hands and not noticing that he's tearing up until one of his tears hit the table. "Oh, Yeosang! I'm sorry!" You scoot your chair closer and wrap your arms around his shoulders, cradling his head.
He sniffles quietly and simply lets you hold him, hushing him and sniffling along with him. "Why are you crying?" He asks through his sobs. "Why are you?" You ask right back.
"Because I want to kiss you so badly."
You pull away slowly and look at his teary eyes through your own. "I want to protect you from Ji, and from everyone. And I want- I want you to warm up my hands before I play. I don't ever want you to call me Sunbaenim again because I wish you saw yourself as my equal because that's what y-" You shut him up by rewrapping your arms around him, crying harder into his shoulder. The sound of your cries triggers his own, and he latches onto you like a kola, bringing you into his lap. "I'm so sorry, (Y/n), I think I'm falling in love with you."
There's a beat of quiet until you speak, "what if I'm falling in love with you, too?"
He cries into your shoulder, grip tightening around your waist. "Please, don't say things like that." He feels you tug at his hair gently and leans his head back to look up at you.
"Not even if I mean it?"
"Do you? Mean it?"
"Yes."
He grins weakly as you begin to wipe up his tears with the paw of the hoodie. "Petal?" He blinks anxiously as you hum in response. "Can I kiss you?"
You answer him with your lips on his, and it takes him a good moment to catch up. He closes his eyes and lets himself melt into you.
He falls into his back, a deep sigh passing his lips. He looks up at the ceiling and just thinks.
Your third date together had just ended: successfully in his opinion. It was barely different from the time you two had spent together before the library, but at the same time it felt all new. With your feelings out in the open you no longer had to hold back. He openly admired you, not bothering to hide his flushed face when you complemented him or avoided eye contact as his eyes shined with that unplaceable glaze.
He doesn't know why... he can't understand. How do you have him wrapped around your little finger so tightly in such a short time?
Is it the way your touch always leaves goosebumps in your wake? The way your hands work so diligently to make awe-inspiring music? Maybe, it's the way you smile when you see him. The smile that's reserved just for him? That could be it...
His phone buzzes with a small ding on his stomach. The ring tone he assigned just to you, a small bird song.
He opens the message in the next second, smiling like an idiot at the words you've typed out.
i had lots of fun ! i'm still laughing at your jokes haha
...
The phone vibrates in his hands.
where should we go next time ?
His thumbs work quickly to respond, going back and forth as he tries to come up with a good response.
You choose next time :) Show me someplace nice, Petal
He closes out the app and opens Instagram, hovering over the search bar for a moment before he finally typed in your user. He moves fluidly to it, having done this a million times before. You haven't posted in a while, but you have a new story. He clicks on your icon- a phone of you and your best friend (Bahiyyih, was it? He'll have to look into her.) making kissy faces.
The photo you've put on your story is on you took while with him. When a small lizard jumped on your table and tried to steal one of his french fries. You snapped a picture of him with his hand over his mouth in shock, staring at the lizard as it tries to drag a french fire that's bigger than it is.
He smiles fondly, snapping a screen shot of the memory. When the page refreshes, he sees that you have a new 'saved story' category. It's named "Yeo★".
The only other one on your page is called "Huening hoes". He's seen all of them a million times, but he still takes his time to click through it. It's pictures of you and Bahiyyih, of just her, and occasionally her brother. They, along with Choi Soobin, seemed to be your closest (if not only) friends.
At first, he was suspicious of the older Huening- but his nerves calmed down when he noticed the difference in your comments to them. On Yeosangs post of him playing the violin, he got a heart emoji. On kai.ning 's post of him and his track team: 'only went to see you fall... disappointed' followed by a sad face and a begging emoji.
His favorite by far was posted the day he stepped up to Ji. You are sitting in between Kai's legs as he does your hair, a bottle of nail polish in one hand and the brush in the other, a big grin on your face as your head is leaned back in laughter.
More often than not, he finds himself thinking what it would be like to have been there. To hear your laughter, to be the cause of it. He loves that laugh. He loves it so much. He'd give anything to have it all to himself. To have you all to himself.
He groans, locking his phone and rolling over with a frown.
He doesn't know why or how you have his heart on a string. You have him bewitched. How? Is it your eyes? Which look at him like he's a most valuable piece of art? Is it your lips? So soft and open for his taking? Maybe, your hands? Such a delicate embrace that leaves him begging for more?
God... he wonders what it would be like to fall asleep in your safe embrace.
He's fully fallen for you, and he's fallen hard. Why? Was it your kind nature? The way you didn't hesitate to help him when he acted like he didn't know how to play that verse? Was it the way you hung onto him when Ji passed by, silently begging him to protect you? Maybe- maybe the way that you held onto his shoulders as you moaned, so tightly that your nails left indentations for two whole days? It had to have been the way you rested your forehead against his with your eyes closed blissfully after your first kiss. The excited look in your eyes as you rambled about your interests?
He loved it all. He wanted it all. And he'd do anything to keep it. To keep you.
Kang Yeosang never knew fear until the day he answered the phone to your broken sobs at exactly 12:47 AM. You cried and cried for him, begging for him to help you. And he did. He took his keys and followed your shared location to the school. He ran all the way to where he knew he would find you.
He slams the double doors to the music room open and pauses for a moment until he sees your cowered figure by the rack of guitars, leaning on the wall with your head in your hands.
He yells out to you, sliding to his knees in-front of you. "Oh, precious thing," he pushes your hands down and takes your face in his own, "what happened to you?" His heart stops beating in his chest.
Your eyes are puffy and red. But that's the least of his concerns. You have dried blood that's dripped down your nostril. A forming bruise on the side of your face.
"Who did this to you?"
The second you explain what happened, he's back on his feet, ready to hunt down that bitch Un Ji.
"Yeo, please!" You hold onto the back of his calve, sticking him in place. "Don't," you plead, "please, don't go." He sits back down on the tile floor with you.
"My Petal," he begins to tear up, "they've crushed you." You can't say anything more, simply crying as you hold his hands tightly, attempting to stop the way your whole body trembles. "She put her fucking hands on you, (Y/n). She bruised you, she made you cry, look at what she did to your violin! She needs to learn her god damn lesson. She isn't better than anyone, and she certainly isn't better than you."
Your blurry vision turns to your prized instrument, now just a mess of broken wood and snapped strings. And the sight only makes you cry more. "Don't worry," he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "I'll fix it... I'll fix it all." You hang onto him for dear life, sobbing into him.
"Baby," he hums, swiping away your tears the second you lean away. "I hate to see you cry like this," he holds you gently as he leans his head on yours to imitate what has become a habit of yours. "Breath with me, c'mon. You're okay now." You bite your lip to hold back your cries, eventually evening out your breathing to match his.
"You'll be okay?" He goes to stand again, and is once again stopped when you keep your grip on his hand.
"What will you do?"
"I'll just scare her. Show her to stay away."
And he plans on keeping his word to you, he truly does, but when he sees Ji all alone on the top of the stairs, all his mind can think is how 'this fucking bitch deserves to die for putting her hand on you'.
"Un Ji!"
She stands up and looks down at him with an expression of coldness, mirroring the same one he has. Only, with less rage. "I'll fucking kill you," he grabs her by her neck and pushes her to the cold ground, following her as she tries to back away. "What the fuck, dude?!"
She grabs his wrist and tries to pry it away, but he won't let up: clouded by his anger. "You are such a stuck up little bitch! You think you get to walk all over her? You think you get to touch her and get away with it? Huh? Answer me, cunt!"
"You fucking psycho, get away from me!" She struggles. He throws her down by the grip he has on her neck and lets her head slam onto the hard floor.
She's still dazed, her vision blurry from the bang to her head, when he crouches down to her level. "I should kill you." He smirks as she uncoordinatedly tries to scramble away. "I really should, but... I don't think (Y/n) would come around to that. She will come around to this though."
"Wha-" her question is cut off when he stands quickly and stomps on her hand. "Fuck, what the fuck," she screeches, trying to pull her hand back when he steps down harder and a crunch rings out. She lets her head fall to the ground, soaking it with her tears.
"Was it this hand you struck her with?" He moves to kick the other one out from under her, and steps down lightly. "Or this one?" When she doesn't answer, he crushes her hand anyway. "Best be safe." She yells and yells, but the only other person in the building this late is you; and your too occupied with the remnants of your instrument to hear her.
"Please, stop!" He lifts his foot, and for a moment she things she's got through to him. Then he swings his leg back and brings it forward to her gut with force. She attempts to roll over, but finds no splice as he just kicks her back instead. "Low life," he groans, "fucking piece of trash."
He forces her to lay down on her back with a sneaker placed to her shoulder. "Are you crying?" He coos mockingly, "awww." He bends down, pinching her cheek harshly. "Should have fucking thought about the consequences."
He replaces his foot with his knee, putting all of his weight down on her shoulder until she's slapping his leg, begging him to stop as he crushes it. "When someone asks you what happened, you say Lucas Montgomery did it, got that?"
He plans on taking down two birds with one stone, knowing that the socially inept Lucas wouldn't have anyone to use as an alibi.
"Ye-yeah."
"Hey, Un Ji... who did this to you?"
"Lucas." She coughs. Blood dribbles down her chin.
"Un Ji-ah," he yells into her face, "who did this to you."
"Lucas did! Lucas Montgomery!"
"Good. Make it believable, too." He kicks her down and gives her one last glance full of hatred with a threat, "cause next time, I won't stop until I can hand her your head on a stick."
He leaves her crying on the upstairs floor as he returns to you. He finds you, nearly unmoved from where he left you. Gathering up the broken pieces of your violin and attempting to do the same to your heart.
"Yeo?" You stand up and embrace him the second he crosses into the room, wrapping your arms around his waist and listening to his heavy breathing.
When you back up, you see a splatter of red on the tip of his sneakers. "Are you okay? Is that blood?" He cups your face in his hand and caresses his thumb over the bruise. "Yeosang!" He blinks back into reality. "Is that blood?"
You reach for the closed door behind him, when he grabs your wrist and pushes it back to your side. "You don't need to see that."
"Don't nee- what did you do?" He pushes you further into the room by your shoulder softly. "Yeosang, what did you do to her? You said you were just going to scare her!"
"She's scared," he says nonchalantly. "She won't bother you again." When you ask if he hit her, he almost scoffs a laugh. "I crushed her... I crushed her just like she did to you."
You don't know what's come over him, but you don't like it. This isn't the Yeosang you've been falling in love with. This Yeosang is scaring you.
"I want to go home, now."
He nods, "I'll take you."
"No." You speak all too quickly for his liking. "I don't want... I don't want to be near you right now. How can you... you did exactly what she did to me."
He grabs onto your forearm tightly, pulling you back as you try to leave and pushing you onto the wall next to the whiteboard.
"My beautiful flower," he hums, cool knuckle sliding down your cheek and across your jaw.
"Yeosang." His name is whispered like that of a devil, so quiet that he can barely pick up on the emotions lacing your voice. "We shouldn't... we should stop before we get more involved. I'm- I don't think-"
"No," he grumbles, pushing off the wall and going to pace around the music room. "You don't get it," he yells, kicking one of the sheet stands. You yelp involuntarily, backing into the chalkboard as his cold gaze finds you. "You don't get it," he begins to laugh, raking a hand through his hair.
"Sunbae-"
"Don't fucking call me that!" His conscience is filled with guilt as he hears the word, but it's quickly overwhelmed by the butterflies that fill his gut as he sees you cowering against the wall. "Don't call me that," he repeats in a soft, whining voice. As he approaches, you scoot behind the teachers piano, using it as a barrier between the both of you.
"Why are you scared," he asks. Wether it's genuine or teasing, you can't seem to tell.
"Please, stop. Lets just go our separate ways."
He places his hands on the top of the wooden piano, smirking as he unlocks the wheels with the tip of his sneakers. He pushes it to the side harshly, making the keys clang and echo around the room as it collides with the double doors. "Yeosang, please! You're scaring me!"
"Don't worry," he purrs as he crowds you, taking your hands in his and holding them between you: pressing his body against yours and effectively trapping you.
"Oh, Petal," his voice is truly mocking now, but it goes away as quickly as it came. "We are already involved. Do you have any idea what I would do for you? Huh? Any idea what I'm willing to do? What I did to that bitch is nothing compared to what I'm willing to do..." He places his forehead to yours, breathing in the smell of your sweet conditioner and listening to your ragged breaths. For a single moment, he feels like he's in heaven.
Then, the sirens come into ear shot.
Eyes wide, filled to the brim with tears that you refuse to let fall, you search his cold gaze. "What did you do?"
"I told you that I would protect you, yeah? That's exactly what I did." He leans his face impossibly closer to yours, "I have a feeling she won't be bothering you. Not as long as I'm around."
You turn your head to the side, avoiding his eyes as your tears fall. "Hey!" The grip he has on your chin is rough, probably rough enough to bruise.
"Yeo, please," you sob, subconsciously wrapping both your hands around his free one: which is still perched against your stomach.
"Look at me," he all but begs, shifting his weight around anxiously as you slowly turn your eyes to face him.
"I didn't do anything wrong, you know that right? She may have got hurt, but... after everything she did to you? That cunt had it coming. Okay?"
"Mhm." You bite your lip, nodding tightly in his grasp. "I'm sorry, Yeo."
"I know, baby." He places a chaste kiss to your cheek. He releases his death grip and taps your cheek gently with a smile. "I just want to protect you. You'll let me, won't you?"
The sirens are full force, ringing through the school. The lights flash through the tall window.
"Won't you?" He leans his head down and brushes his lips against you, almost begging.
"Yeah." You mumble into his lips, letting him kiss you deeply.
"Good. Let's get out of here, Petal."
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If you want to visit Japan but don't know any Japanese I have good news for you, and that news is that as long as you know a handful of words/phrases, have Google translate on your phone, and mostly stick to big cities, you'll generally be able to get by just fine.
The words you'll need the most are:
Sumimasen (soo-mee-mah-sehn): this is gonna be your most used word. It's 'sorry' and 'excuse me' and the word you use to get someone's attention, all rolled into one. Bump into someone on the train? Gotta squeeze past someone in Shinjuku? Need to get a waitstaff's attention? Sumimasen is your best friend.
Arigato (ah-ree-gah-tow): you probably already know this one! It means 'thank you'. Employees will give you 'arigato gozaimasu', but just an 'arigato' in return is generally enough. If you wanna sound more natural, drag the last syllable out a bit (arigatoo).
Kore (koh-reh): means 'this one'. Generally at restaurants you can point to something on the menu and they'll get the gist, but in the case that you can't do that (or you're at a place that doesn't have a menu. Like a normal store or something lol) and you wanna indicate something u want, pointing at it and saying 'kore' will get the point across.
Nihongo sukoshii (Nee-hone-go soo-kouh-shee) 'Only a little Japanese'. 'Nihongo' is 'Japanese' and 'sukoshii' is 'a little' (if you've ever heard 'just a skosh', it's derived from sukoshii!) Best used before showing someone something you plugged into Google translate on your phone in my experience lol
Toire ka? (Tow-ee-reh kawh): basically just, 'bathroom?' 'Ka' is what you tack onto any sentence to indicate that it's a question, 'toire' is the Japanese approximation of the word 'toilet'.
There iiiiis obviously a lot more Japanese that can help BUT like these are the phrases ur gonna use the most at least as far as I've been here. I'm not gonna say 'rely on ur anime knowledge' bc ur gonna look like a dumbass if u say 'dattebayo' to ppl but if you've managed to pick up. Idk. 'Matte' (wait) and 'kudasai' (please) and 'sugoi' (cool [like figuratively, like someone's outfit is cool, not temperature]) that will definitely help. Just like. Make sure beforehand that you're right. Maybe do a few duolingo courses lol
#spitblaze says things#GO TEAM AQUA#slightly more advanced but helpful words include#mitte kudasai (can i please see it)#doko desu ka (where is it)#xyz arimasen ka (do you have xyz?)
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GODSSSHAIA dilf!aizawa who is trying his best to set in an ipad w/ parental controls 4 eri ;;;;;
having to knock next door to his new neighbor only to find out that the neighbor is a newly grad who moved out to the city for the experience, clearly dumb out of his mind but managed to get it set up in under a minute
the next time they run into each other dilf!aizawa is coming home from work while himbo is on his lil jog, stopping to take a breather and say hi to his neighbor despite the fact his boob are just… boobing
dilf!aizawa who had the cut the conversation short and give a short greeting to eri on the way to his room so that he can quickly jerk one out, the post-nut hits him so hard he got his sight back cause there was no reason he should have came that fast..
EE n they continuously bump into each other!!! s’like the second they make contact sho gets hard.. gets to the point where it’s normal for them to see each other at least once a day, n they speak so much even eri is invested, always tryin to get sho to ask out their handsome neighbor.. poor guy doesn’t even know! he’s jus happy to be there n likes helping out! plus he’s good with kids n eri is delightful to be around.. her hot father is just a plus!! except reader’s much too sweet… he’s always quick to spoil eri despite sho’s warnings n the second he’s caught he’s pleading for forgiveness while zawa jus….. forgets what he’s talkin abt n pops a stiffy right theresjdgjdjs
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If I rewrote the last part of Honkai (with the self-imposed rule of keeping the lore/endgoal relatively intact, my thoughts would be different if I’m allowed to do anything tbh) I would add an arc between ER/EE and the moon arc.
We deserved a proper WS arc. Instead of Suddenly, Stigma Is Done, we could’ve had a build up to make us suspect not everything is at it seems. Get Mei to breathe, cope with losing THIRTEEN friends to a Herrscher, and re-evaluate what she’s doing in WS— her leaving in the epilogue and Kevin going yeah you can go xoxo was anti-climactic as hell, I feel so blueballed 💀.
So basically (and keep in mind I’m making this up as I go, it’s a first draft type of idea)
First off I hate the last two acts of EE so I’m throwing those out. Reconstructing Elysia doesn’t magically revive anyone, it basically just gives Mei admin power over ER as its heir (you know? what they intended for her. No because of you the player bullshit. It’s all because of Mei, it’s always been HER arc.)
Mei fights HoC herself, complete with the FCs fighting by her sides as signet hallucinations and symbolism of “they finally were allowed to fight all together through her”. Mei pins down HoC, sees the FC hallucinations all smiling at her, telling her to do it, they were happy to have met her, they bless her etc… and Mei deletes ER herself. Her enemy and her friends melt away, destroyed permanently. The epilogue is Mei finding passed out but intact Klein and picking her up, and Kevin showing up at the exit but remains stoic (taking Klein from her?). We can even keep the bit of why he didn’t step in, but nothing about STIGMA or quitting.
After that we get to see some Mei downtime in WS, she gets a visit— Raven learns what happened with ER from her, they get to mourn and reminisce about the people they both knew properly before moving on with the plot.
WS hides its plans from Mei, which she starts suspecting, and she gets sent in a mission that lets her actually CLASH with the good guys— maybe with Fu Hua, to give her some much needed screentime? It could be interesting as well to have them ACTUALLY TALK, and to show how things have or haven’t changed after Mei got to hang out with a much younger Hua. Hua tries to get her to defect but Mei refuses, saying she still needs answers— and Hua admits her memory has too many holes for her to give her what she wants. Only WS, MOTH’s heir, has the answers.
Also, Mei mentions the Realm, confusing Hua, and Mei realizes she forgot that. It hurts. She shuts up because it’s gone, and she feels guilty for taking Hua’s chance to meet her dead friends again away. Kevin doing it was such an an afterthought in canon it was dumb.
We get some scenes of the main gang as well, Kiana keeping up with Durandal’s training, since I don’t have the CCP to worry about have Bronya and Seele secretly wonder if Durandal has a crush on Kiana because she’s acting so weird. (the truth is stranger than fiction, girls). Some clashes between SS and AE now that they have to work together, which Theresa tries to manage. Since I said I’m keeping the lore mostly intact, have Bronya and Seele bring up Bronya’s harsh childhood and talk about what they know of their biological parents. Dark Seele admits she only started waking up regularly when Seele was at the orphanage so she actually has zero idea. They talk about Cocolia and Sin a bit as well, where they stand with them etc.
Meanwhile! After that mission, Mei gets called out for not doing her job right because she was soft on her old friends, and she starts thinking about leaving for good soon. She interacts with a Gray Serpent, who is cryptic as usual but commands her for being their most promising agent despite her soft heart. She briefly bumps into Hare (the real one) and gets a weird feeling from her, thinking she looks a bit like Kiana, and she basically exudes depression. I want her to also have a talk with Jackal, and mentioning Mobius (maybe she assumed Klein would try to find work in a familiar setting but she’s not there, she’s already on the moon preparing things) just so we can close ER ch2’s plot thread of Jackal causing Mobius to go stir-crazy by saying they never found the real Mobius in reality.
Some time passes, more regular gang shenanigans that starts foreshadowing the moon plot and AE’s plans to deal with Finality (like Kiana asking about the battleship onscreen instead of just telling us she did later). The events for them can be jumbled around a bit, it’s just to avoid them getting completely sidelined and get the more secondary characters some scenes to shine in.
Back to Mei. She’s already gone through the database, ER is a bust, she’s missing her final answer because of HoC’s bullshit— but Hua was right, there’s still someone at WS who can give her answers. She’s been mulling it over and she’s going to do it today.
Mei confronts Kevin one on one (yes she booked a formal meeting). Mei knows him well now; she has his signet too, she spent time together with his sim, and she realizes that after everything she can try and force the answers out of him, since she’s now proven herself. What is Honkai? What is the Will? What really happened to Elysia? What is he hiding?
Kevin is reminded of Dr.MEI, contemplating how utterly different they are despite looking alike— and he actually starts talking. I’m gonna think harder about the exact content but for now here’s what I think he says.
First he tells Mei about the samsara they’re in, and how she’s got Dr.MEI’s spot in this samsara, emphasizing that each iteration is different but starts on the same basis, much like how Mei and MEI’s lives took radically different turns and they became extremely different people, despite being born with the same face under similar circumstances.
Mei shook (1) but she remembers that one eyes closed photo she saw of MEI, and how they indeed looked alike.
After Kevin reveals how Finality turns back time, he broaches that this is their last cycle, their last chance, because Elysia broke Fate and they traded passing down extra knowledge and strength to the embers of the new civilisation against Humanity getting more tries to survive Honkai, so they’re not going to be able to bunker down and try again with their civilisation revived.
Mei asks how Elysia managed it, and I’m gonna change her death back to what it was built up to be because I don’t like what we got. Elysia was a Herrscher the entire time, infiltrated MOTH and revealed herself as the 13th, becoming the common enemy of Humanity. Five of her closest friends came to fight her off— Kevin, Eden, Vill-V, Aponia and Mobius.
(I’m confident they only removed Mobius because they couldn’t give her a green flower, which is stupid. She was stated to have been there in earlier ER convos.)
From this point on, the tale becomes Kevin’s memory projection, so Mei gets to watch it play out.
Elysia ran away from the base after a very public “eruption”, and they believed maybe it was a sliver of sanity left in her before she completely lost it— but soon she would come back because after the three last cities got nuked there was virtually no human left to kill besides MOTH staff. So they had to strike first.
There’s an epic fight where Elysia seems to have completely lost her mind and they finally manage to pin her down— and Mobius reveals to Elysia they came to capture her alive, claiming it’s for her experiments on a live Herrscher but it’s pretty obvious it’s because they’re all completely worn out emotionally and they just want their friend back.
Elysia is shocked, because she has been acting this whole time hoping that she would be able to restore Humanity’s confidence and unity when they beat her without horribly cruel collateral, in preparation for HoFin who she can feel is going to descend extremely soon— and she was also going to use this to return to the Cocoon to give the humans a chance to survive.
This makes her break character and they realize she’s ACTUALLY for good conscious and has been acting and they’re not too happy about that, feeling she’s betrayed them, and she spills the beans.
She reveals she’s not the 13th, but the Herrscher of Origin who has been walking among humans before the Herrscher of Reason even descended. She joined MOTH so Humanity wouldn’t lose too early, hoping that, given some extra help and time from her, they’d surpass Finality.
Elysia apologizes for picking RIN as a Herrscher, wondering if Sakura would forgive her, expressing grief about finding someone compatible enough with Honkai not to go crazy, only for her to die and then take Sakura and so many humans with her. It turns out she’s been sporadically intentionally influencing the Cocoon, hoping that it would bring a more optimal outcome— but picking a MOTH Soldier didn’t work, splitting the core into 1000 pieces to make it easier on the human mind to utilize didn’t work, making the Herrscher an anti-energy type was a complete and utter disaster…Despite the relative success of the MANTIS program, the Honkai’s embrace never led to coexistence.
In her eyes, every Herrscher’s violence is a “choice” of humanity, instincts amplified by Honkai’s embrace (so like what happened to RIN in the end), as much as the response to fight them was… and here they are.
This little italics conversation that they changed occurs.
They question whether everything about Elysia was a lie, but she denies it, saying that she (and by extension, the Honkai) loves each and every one of them sincerely, and that she always wanted to create a paradise for Humanity, even if she never really was worthy of being called a human.
Mobius is big mad— telling her that she’s just as human as any of them, she laughs and hides her pain and plays pranks and loves others, and all she did was betray both herself and them by “letting nature take its course”.
Surprisingly Elysia says she’s right. The Honkai is arrogant to play with Humanity’s fate like this, even out of love, and as an extension of it she made the same choice… but it was never fair. Humanity should write its own story, and evolve in the ways they like, not the ways the Honkai wants.
And so Elysia tells them she’ll do what she should have done a long time ago, and returns to the cocoon, rearranging the stars and breaking Fate.
It’s the end of the memory, and Mei is stunned and a bit emotional (even here you can’t escape watching Elysia die multiple times, sorry). She asks Kevin what exactly, then, is Honkai.
“You heard her didn’t you? You got to know her. You already know.”
“It’s that love of hers. What we know as “Honkai” is her embrace.”
(to be continued…)
Feel free to send asks or reblog/reply with feedback, questions etc. I wrote this all in one shot.
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"Galdor hand me that-no the-woukd you let me finish and stop grabbing random objects!" Glorfindel's amused voice barely made it through the din of the hall. Galdor laughed holsing his hands up in defeat.
The Main Hall was bustling with elves of every House Lord to cook to chamber elf helping get things ready for mid winter.
Egalmoth walked passed the two shaking his head. Arms laden with strings of flowering plants. Rog's booming voice cut through the laughing cries of Ecthelion as his ladder once more was bumped by a rushing elf. An elf who colored at Rog's admonsihment to be careful and apologized in deep bows to Ecthelion.
Turgon grinned at Idril as they both set up the tables near the east wall. Where the prizes for later games would be held.
"Galdor! Are you going to hand me that or simply play with it?!"
Galdor grinned and tossed it up to the menacing vanya. "One would think over the years we would find a way to decorate with less chaos." Setting his hands on another string and bracket he glanced up and moved to steady the ladder Glorfindel was on. "There now. Do not overstretch or you will spill yourself into my boxes here."
Glorfindel grinned down at him. "I have never fallen from-"
A shout and crash across the Hall cut off his words. Laughter errupted soon after and chaos of a less organised scene began to ensue. Rog's vouce cut through the din as both Glorfindel and Galdor watched with worry and amusement.
Ecthelion dangled from the wall he had been decorating holding to a sconce that thankfully held no torch. The ladder he had been on was lying several feet away with an elf half beneath it. Fabric was wrapped about both and two others were trying to figure out where the elf, ladder, and fabric could be seperated.
Rog was shaking his head. His smile was wide enough to tell no one had been injured. Egalmoth stood just to the right of Echthelion calling up to him what he said the two Lords could not hear.
Turgon and Idril were laughing off near another table.
"Should we assist?" Glorfindel asked a little worried that no one had tried to help their friend down just yet. "Ee do have a usable ladder."
Galdor pretended to think over the scenario. "Do we wish to endanger our ladder? They have proven untrustworthy of such a tool. "
Glorfindel laughed climbing down from his perch. "Then we shall have to surpervise them as one should do with errant elflings playing with tools they ate not grown enough to use."
Togethe they carried their ladder over to the other Lords and made short work of rescuing the dangling Ecthelion. A break had been called until the chaos had settled once more.
Midwinter in Gondolin alwaya proved to be something to remember. This year was proving to be one above all tha would remain in their minds for some time.
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Pale Lights, Book 2 chapter 11 - New Scholomance Students
Forgot to post this yesterday.
Descriptions to added characters under cut.
Still waiting to see both Tupoc and Shalini. So they got some rough sketches. This time I’ve had time to do 13th and 31st.
The Discord pointed out Adarsh’s last name is more unique than the first name and from a different region of India than what I’d judged for the first name. So I readjusted his skin tone accordingly.
I lightened up Angharad’s skin tone a little, to make her look more Pereduri compared to the other Malani. This is what happens when you try to redesign things between books. There was a reason I had ended up on her old skin tone from book one. sigh
Should I have added Song’s hat? Is it stolen or not? Big mystery.
I do love Maryam’s extremely pale, extremely sleep deprived, hiding under a hood look. Now with added embroideries. By now, Maryam might be my fave 13th member to draw. As a side note, seeing how the hood is robbed from Bait, the embroideries are inspired by Kasuti embroideries.
Tristan is tragically without his tricorn. Again, we got EE confirmation he was not wearing it. The tricorn is stolen!
Trying out a new “supernatural look” for Fortuna. The trick is to make it obvious she’s not part of the rest visually. Well, besides not wearing black, that is.
I’m guessing Ferranda is the type to wear the combat uniform whenever given a choice. May or may not be wrong on that.
Bumped Zenzele into his formal uniform. Just because he did stuff with it. Besides, he might be the most likely of the semi-cory cast to regularly use it. At least one person had to still wear their hat, dammit. Let Zenzele stay outrageous. Outrageously fashionable, that is.
I considered removing Tengfei’s beginning beard. Because of Tristan’s disguise choices on Song. Then I forgot. And am too lazy to go back and change things. Maybe Tristan just didn’t want to attempt anything more than stubble?
#pale lights#fanart#character design#cast overview#gwennafran art#scholomance#Pretty soon Maryam will take up sith classes
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kiss prompt if ur still taking those! 8, frenrey? ;w;
(Kiss Prompt List)
8. …in secrecy.
Gordon heard the gurgling of the headcrab zombie first. Benrey was in the middle of some monotone tirade about Neon Genesis Evangelion, so Gordon just grabbed him and yanked him through the closest doorway he saw.
It turned out to be a storage closet, complete with shelves of chemicals and a mop bucket on the floor. One of Gordon’s feet went into the bucket, and he only just kept the mop handle from banging the side of his head by fending it off with his shoulder.
“Why - what the hell, man?” Benrey grumbled, pressed up against the chest of the HEV suit. Gordon tugged the door closed and shushed him. They were both out of ammo - they’d fallen off a catwalk and gotten separated from the rest of the Science Team a few hours before. They could maybe take one headcrab zombie in a bare-knuckle fight - but where there was one, there were usually more.
“Shut up,” Gordon hissed when Benrey seemed like he wanted to keep talking. The guard mumbled something and shifted his weight, leaning harder against Gordon.
In the corridor outside, something dragged. Something else made a noise from further up the hallway. Fuck, there was definitely more than one, and Gordon’s crowbar was pinned between his hip and the shelving units. Maybe he could take down two -
From the direction they had come from, a chirping yelp echoed, and Gordon’s stomach dropped. Fucking peeper puppies…some must have survived the fall. He huffed out a breath and sank back against the wall. They would have to wait for the adversaries to move on.
“Why’re we in here?” Benrey mumbled, and Gordon hissed at him again.
“Shut - you gotta stay quiet,” he whispered. “There’s a bunch of shit - I can hear things outside, okay? And we have no way to defend ourselves right now, unless you’re hiding more bullets somewhere.”
Benrey glanced up and wiggled his eyebrows.
“Ew, gross, dude!” Gordon snickered. He tipped his head back and felt plastic jugs shifting behind him.
Benrey’s head moved to follow the sound of bottles bumping together. Gordon couldn’t perceive much detail on his face with the door closed, but enough light leaked in from the hall that he could at least see the shape of him.
“D’you, uh…got a permit for that?” At least he was keeping his voice low.
“For fuck’s sake, what?” Gordon muttered.
“Chemical usage should be, uh, performed by trained personnel only,” Benrey said. “You’re not in any - you need some pee-pee-ee. S’gotta be…Ohio complaints.”
Gordon ducked his face into the shoulder of the HEV suit to muffle his semi-hysterical laughter. “It’s OSHA, man, not fucking Ohio,” he hissed. “OSHA-compliant. Who fucking - Ohio complaints? What the fuck?”
A flash of something bright - Benrey’s teeth gleaming in the dark. “Yeah, no, pretty sure it’s Ohio, Tommy talks about it all the time -”
Outside in the hallway, something growled. Gordon realized quickly that one hand was holding the door closed, and the other hand was keeping Benrey close. If he wanted to shut the guard up, he didn’t have many options.
“Benrey, shhh!”
“- and the food is all, uh, checked by the Florida -” Benrey was saying. A peeper puppy chirp sounded from what seemed to be directly on the other side of the door.
Gordon panicked.
Benrey made a startled noise when Gordon leaned down and kissed him, hard. It was purely to stop him from talking, okay? Bros kissed sometimes, it didn’t have to be weird. This was life or death - or at least, life or maiming from terrifying headcrab zombies.
Gordon’s hands may have been occupied, but Benrey’s hands were not - and he proved this by bending his arms awkwardly in the close space and cupping Gordon’s cheeks. Benrey leaned into the kiss with surprising enthusiasm, and Gordon suddenly found himself taking a backseat to the whole experience.
He supposed this shouldn’t be a surprise - after all, Benrey had made comments about kissing him before. He just hadn’t thought he was serious. But, judging by the desperation in Benrey’s grip, the subtle trembling of his fingers on Gordon’s jaw…this was very serious to him.
Well. Gordon wasn’t entirely opposed to that.
He pulled back to catch his breath, and Benrey leaned up on tiptoe to chase his lips, mumbling, “no, come back,” under his breath.
Something in the corridor thumped. Okay, stealth mode still engaged. Gordon dipped his chin for another kiss.
What had started out as a method to shut Benrey up and keep them from getting killed quickly turned into something else. The hand Gordon had on Benrey’s back migrated up to the base of his neck, holding him tight against Gordon’s front. Benrey licked into Gordon’s mouth and a rainbow of flavors burst across his tongue. A stray note of sweet voice beeped out of the corner of Benrey’s mouth, so Gordon sealed their lips tighter to keep the sound in. Benrey didn’t seem to mind.
After a few more moments of trading increasingly-lazy kisses, Gordon tipped his head back and listened hard. The corridor was silent. Benrey breathed slowly against Gordon’s throat - either he’d finally gotten that they needed to be quiet, or he was just shocked by the sudden fulfillment of his oft-stated desires to kiss Gordon Freeman.
“Okay, I think we’re good,” Gordon murmured. For some reason, he was loath to open the door - it felt like breaking the seal on something sacred. He couldn’t say he hadn’t enjoyed the kissing, but there was no way it could continue. It had been a momentary lapse of judgment for the sake of secrecy and safety. No one could argue with that.
Except, apparently, Gordon’s brain could. It was currently telling him he should forget about the outside chaos and just spend a few more hours in this storage closet with Benrey. The guard’s hands were currently wandering across the HEV suit as he mumbled something unintelligible to himself.
“What?” Gordon said.
“Better’n good,” Benrey said, a little louder.
Gordon flushed, and hoped Benrey couldn’t see that in the dark. “I meant - I mean I think everything’s gone, outside,” he said.
“There was stuff outside?”
“Yes, you idiot, that’s why -” Gordon sighed heavily. “Never mind. Let’s just go.”
“Aw,” Benrey complained, and winced when Gordon pushed the door open a bit to check the corridor. The light was awfully bright, but it illuminated nothing more than bare walls and an empty floor. Somehow, they seemed to have evaded detection.
“Ohio wouldn’t be very happy with this,” Benrey said, poking at an unlabeled bottle of green liquid.
“Ohio’s a state, Benrey,” Gordon replied, shoving the door all the way open and peering out into the hall. “And not even a very good one.”
“Oh,” Benrey said. He glanced toward the hallway, then looked back at Gordon. “And, uh…what’s your favorite state?”
Was that supposed to be small talk? Gordon stared down at him. “Denial,” he said. Then he tugged Benrey out into the hall. “C’mon, we’re moving now.”
“Huh?”
“Just - follow me,” Gordon huffed, trying to subtly wipe his mouth. “We gotta find some ammo.”
And if Benrey walked a little closer to Gordon, close enough to feel the heat of him through the mesh of the HEV suit - well, Gordon wasn’t going to complain about that.
#hlvrai#my words#kiss prompts#snippets#askbox#on anon#swearing#barely edited this so there may be typos#thank you; this was fun!#hmmm in reviewing the list it seems this could also be for a different number#'to shut them up' would also work#oh well; two for one i guess
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Pupplaymate / Puppyplaymate
[ pt: Pupplaymate / Puppyplaymate ]
[ID: a rectangular flag with 11 lines. the 2nd and 10th lines are wavy, and the 5th and 7th have half-circle bumps on them, while the rest are straight. sizes in this order from top to bottom: thick, thin, 2 medium, thin, medium, thin, 2 medium, thin, thick. colors in this order from top to bottom and reflected after the last listed color: greyish brown, brown, orange-brown, light orange, lightish red, darkish dull red. End ID]
Pupplaymate / Puppyplaymate: a genderplaymate subterm; a gender connected to pups / puppys and playmates, being a pup / puppy playmate, pup / puppy playmates, etc.
Etymology: pup / puppy, playmate
Pronounced: pup / pup-ee play-mate (pup / puppy playmate)
@radiomogai , @gamercod , @imawanokiwaaa
[ID: a pink line divider with a pink and purple sun in the middle. End ID]
#Pupplaymate#Puppyplaymate#genderplaymate#gender#neogender#xenogender#liom#mogai#🪼 creations#category: genders
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Meeting Mallary
Finally, spring was here. After months of snow and bitter cold, we'd finally see some good weather. Sure, it'll get hotter and won't stop raining, but at least it meant more folks wanting pictures taken and better weather for fishing. The weather seemed perfect today, so I started to load up some of my supplies in the bed of my trunk.
"Buc-ee! Slow down! *Gasp* SIR LOOK OUT!!" I turned around to see what all the commotion was about and saw what looked like a beagle on a leash pulling someone on roller skates. Before I could react, I felt the impact of another body slamming into mine as I fell back into the grass. "Shit! Oof!" Well, that fucking hurt... I opened my eyes to see a happy panting beagle puppy standing in my chest, panting and licking my face. "H-hey, get down, s-stop!" I chuckled a bit and tried to gently push him away to try and stop the barrage of puppy kisses. Ugh… my head… "Hey! Buc-ee! Come on, get off him; you can't be in people's faces like that!" Suddenly, the dog was picked up off my chest by someone.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Here, let me help you up." I took their hand and carefully picked myself up, dusting the grass off my jeans and flannel. "Heh, it's fine, little guy was just excit-'' When I looked at the person who helped me up, my heart stopped. Her skin was a warm caramel color; she had a concerned look on her soft face; her deep brown eyes were looking up at me like a puppy that just got yelled at; and she had fluffy, two-toned purple hair that was partially braided in the sides and fluffy like a cotton candy sheep in the front and back, the barrettes that decorated it shimmering in the sun. I felt my face slowly getting hot; she's beautiful…
"Are you ok?" I stammered over my words. "I-Im fine… y-you ok?" She held onto the wiggling puppy in one hand and embarrassingly scratched the back of her head with the other. "As long as you're okay, I'll be alright. Again, I'm so sorry! Buc-ee isn't used to being out much yet. Poor thing used to be a part of that testing lab that got raided last week." She lovingly petted his head, and he licked her cheek. How could someone be so adorable? "W-well, at least he has an owner like you to take care of him." I nervously fidgeted with my hands. "Oh, heh, I wish I could, but I'm actually just fostering him. He's got a lovely family waiting for him a state away. He'll be staying with me until they get their house ready." She playfully petted his head again, softly chuckling. "He's going to be a handful, but I'm sure he'll be a great dog."
She looked back at me, blushing a bit. "Golly, how rude of me; I forgot to introduce myself. Hi, I'm Mallary. I just moved here last week from Chicago," she smiled and stuck out her hand for me to shake it. I took it and shook it nervously, unconsciously rubbing the back of her hand with my thumb. God, her skin was soft. "I'm Jacob, s-so you must be my new neighbor. I saw the moving vans last week." She smiled warmly until Buc-ee yipped at her. "It looks like someone is ready to go in; we did end up taking a long walk. Well, it's nice to meet you! I'm so sorry we had to bump into each other like this, literally." She cutely chuckled and put Buc-ee on the ground. The puppy happily yipped and ran towards the front door of the house, pulling Mallary along with him. Well, I'll see you later, Jacob!" I shyly waved goodbye as the two disappeared into her house.
I went to pick up my fishing supplies when I saw one of Mallary's barrettes in the grass. My face got hot again as I carefully picked it up. I looked back at the house contentedly while rubbing the heart-shaped piece of plastic in my hand. "I'll see you sooner than you think, darlin~"
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Nat and I were talking about Buc-ees last night (which we do not have here) and his desire to get a large bag of Gummi worms from them for meme reasons and I realized that if I wrote an email to any of a number of work contacts in Alabama or Texas, I could probably get them to overnight me the largest bag of Gummi worms they sell there with very few questions asked.
“Dear (guy), remember when you called and said you were my favorite plumber and I said you were going to have to fight (other guy) in the pit for my affection? It was January. But anyway, will you send the 41-year-old man who platonically inhabits my house a fuck off big bag of Gummi worms from Buc-ees? It’ll bump you up the rankings. Also he has cancer, if that helps. Think of it like make a wish, but for grownups and about a gas station. Also you are still my special lil goofball. -Lauren, who is a grownup I promise”
#bestjob#literally if my car broke down anywhere in the us or Canada#I could make one call#and a small army of tradespeople would come out#to rescue me#and they’d be thrilled to do it#I am so lucky
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Kaida Abernathy - Slytherin Boys OC
Kaida Abernathy (Kuh-i-da Ah-ber-nath-ee)
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 18 years old - Year 7
Height: 5’6
House: Ravenclaw
Blood Status: Muggle-born
*Photo is A.I generated.*
Eye colour: Green
Hair: Dyed red and naturally wavy(the shade varies), but she straightens it nearly every morning. She typically wears it in high pigtails.
Body mods: Tongue piercing, a nostril piercing, a lip piercing and several cartilage piercings. During the school year, she typically wears clear plastic retainers in her piercings.
Appearance: Kaida is a little over the average height for her country, standing at 5’6. She’s got relatively pale skin and an average build - she has a bit of a tummy but is not overweight by any means. She has a scar running down from her forehead, just past the bridge of her nose and down her right cheek. It has long since healed and is hardly noticeable unless you’re looking right at her. She got it from a situation at Beauxbatons that she doesn’t like to share. Said situation was a fight where the other girl brought a knife, and you can guess the rest
Nicknames: Kaids, Abernathy, Kai, K, Miss Abernathy ( Mostly from Tom)
Personality:
Kaida is a quiet, reasonably unassuming Ravenclaw student. She joined Hogwarts in 6th year after being kicked out of Beauxbatons for allegedly starting a fight with a fellow student. She keeps to herself, often found tucked away in secluded corners of the library or little alcoves in the hallways. Students and faculty at Beauxbatons frequently described Kaida as aloof and absent-minded. Once someone gets to know her, she can be sarcastic and funny but also very sweet and loving to the right people. Though she is very stoic with strangers, she doesn’t pass judgement and allows everyone to prove themselves. She prefers to be on the outside looking in, watching and studying people, learning their habits and what makes people tick. Kaida doesn’t have a lot in the way of confidence in herself; she was bullied as a child, and those things still haunt her psyche. She is slow to anger, but when she is angry, she gets angry. She hasn’t gotten into any fights at Hogwarts *yet*, but she was often in the headmistress's office at her previous school because of fighting.
Mental Health:
Trash. While she has never been formally diagnosed with anything, she deals with a lot of overstimulation and anxiety, not to mention depressive states, although those are rare. She does have some self-harming tendencies - scratching/hitting herself, hitting her head off walls, punching walls. Those usually only appear when she’s overstimulated or angry.
In school:
She both excels and fails. Her favourite classes are History of Magic, Divination and Muggle Studies. She is often at the top of her class; however, Herbology, Care for Mythical Creatures, and Potions are her worst classes. She can usually be seen daydreaming or doodling, having a tough time paying attention, much to the disagreement of her teachers. She has a special talent in Divination, more specifically Capnomancy and Libanomancy
Relationships:
Theodore Nott: Best friend—They met when she first started at Hogwarts by literally bumping into each other on the train. He loves that she has a sharp tongue and a dark sense of humour. He loves how he’s able to be himself with her, and she’s not scared of him.
Mattheo Riddle: Love interest/boyfriend—He met through Theo. He became obsessed with her once he learned she had a tongue piercing and was a fighter like him. He loves how safe she makes him feel, how seen and heard she makes him feel. He can be himself, show his scars from his childhood, and know she still finds him attractive.
Regulus Black: Friend—They hang out from time to time, mostly in group settings and at meal times. They’ll study together occasionally.
Draco Malfoy: Friend - Similar to Regulus. Usually, they only spend time together in group settings and mealtimes.
Lorenzo Berkshire: Friend - Similar to both Draco and Regulus.
Tom Riddle: Friend(?)/Tutor - Started tutoring her as a favour to his brother, Mattheo, after he practically begged because she was stressing out about the classes she was not doing well in. Throughout the time tutoring her, he began to understand why his brother was into her, and he began to trust her and open up to her slightly.
Bethany (@slytherins-heir OC): Best Friends - If you asked these two how they met, they couldn’t tell you. They think it was through their boyfriends, the Riddle brothers, but neither of them knows for sure.
*Disclaimer: This is for the canon/fancast characters of Harry Potter. I disagree with J.K. Rowling's thoughts. I understand some of these canon characters were not in the series at the same time (e.g., Draco, Regulus, Tom, etc.); however, I am creating my own universe in which they are all 18. They likely will not possess the personalities that you may believe they do, and that is okay. This is my take on them.
#slytherin boys#Slytherin boys OC#mattheo riddle#theodore nott#regulus black#draco malfoy#lorenzo berkshire#tom riddle
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