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theworldisourcliche · 6 years

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Chapter Fourteen ✘ William

William woke again to a bright white room, the sun’s rays filtering in past drawn curtains and the distant scent of sweat and sex clinging to the sheets surrounding him. His eyes were heavy, like he had been drugged the night before, and as he sluggishly pulled himself from the dream he’d been having, he realized that reality was just as much of a wonderland.

This time, as he rolled to his side and opened his eyes, he found he was not in bed alone.

(It sent a series of butterflies plummeting to the pit of his abdomen and he couldn’t help as a smile tore its way over his lips.)

(He realized, possibly for the first time, if that was possible, that he lived for waking up next to her.)

This time, Noora’s naked back was perfectly silhouetted against the mattress beside him. The sheets pooled around her waist, and she had an arm gently slung over her face atop the pillow, shielding herself from him and the world. By the even rise and fall of her back, William could tell she was still fast asleep.

He stayed still in that moment and watched her like he wished he had ever since he’d been ripped of the opportunity. Those first weeks in London without her had been the hardest. He’d reach out at night to pull her into him only to find that he was alone. Not much in the world gives you a sense of loneliness quite like being abandoned by the one person you’d finally allowed yourself to trust.

So, as William watched her sleep, he made a point to look at her as if this might be the last time. He wasn’t certain it wasn’t the last time. The fact that she was still there was promising, but it didn’t guarantee anything. After all, this was her apartment. In a sense, she was a prisoner in her own home…granted that was only if she wanted to be rid of him. He hoped that wasn’t the case.

He noticed again the way she’d let her hair grow out; it still splayed out behind her head the way it had before when it was shorter, but now it almost touched his pillow. If he scooted closer, it might just barely trace the tip of his nose. Ever so gently, he reached out and traced the line of her spine, his hand disappearing for the briefest of moments beneath the sheets as he reveled in the dimple at the small of her back. Goose bumps smattered across her skin and she shifted so as to gain warmth from somewhere, though William knew she could come up short unless she pulled the sheets back up over her shoulders. When she stilled, he let his fingers hover over each freckle that occupied the canvas of her back and shoulders.

They were perfectly spread out, creating a constellation of beauty on an already perfect being. He’d never tell her this, because it wasn’t anything anyone else needed to know, but he never spent this kind of time appreciating other women. No one drew him into a state of awe like she did.

Noora stirred again and rolled over onto her back, forcing William to retreat just a fraction of an inch. He was graced with a plentiful view of her chest and collarbone. Languidly, like she had all the time in the world, she let her eyes pull upward and her lips followed suit, casting a sheepish, hesitant smile his way.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice still thick with sleep.

She reached out and traced her index finger over his lips, then touched the tip of his nose the same way she used to when they were younger. In many ways, Noora looked the same to him, though he couldn’t deny that she’d aged some in the time that had passed. She’d always acted older than she was, but now she had a body to match the part. William dared say it suited her. He wondered if he looked older to her as well—if she ran her fingers over his features out of the need to reaffirm her memory, or a need to make them anew.

William sunk into the bed and inched his way down a little so that he was at eye level with her midsection. Keeping eye contact with her in case he went too far, he dipped his head to the spot just above her hip and mumbled “good morning,” into her skin, sending a minutia of vibrations up through her abdomen. Her eyes softened and she pushed her hand through his hair, sweeping his bangs out of his face and trying in vain to tuck it behind his ear. The small act gave him the confidence he needed and without hesitation, he disappeared beneath the sheets to give her a proper kiss good morning.

An hour or so later, they were both propped up against the wall, her pillows wedged behind their backs to provide a little support. Noora was in nothing but William’s shirt, William was in nothing but his briefs, and both of them held a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

Noora nestled herself securely against William’s side and took a hold of his only free hand, placing it gently on her thigh, palm up, and began to run her fingers over the creases that weaved their way like a map across his skin.

“What are we doing?” she whispered. The words effectively shattered the rose-colored glass that had secured their blissful night—they’d been lucky that it hadn’t been shattered first thing that morning. Even though he hated to think about ‘what they were doing’ he knew it was something they needed to discuss. Or at least acknowledge.

“Whatever you want,” he said. He knew he was putting a lot of pressure on her, but he needed to know where she stood with the situation before he made everything blurry with his own wants.

Noora tilted her head to look up at him out of the corner of her eye. “I don’t know what I want,” she said, hesitant. “I didn’t expect to be in this situation.” She played with his hand for a few seconds more, then cleared her throat. “I know I don’t want you to leave.” She leaned into him even further, if that was possible, and he moved the hand she’d been holding so that it was wrapped around her shoulders instead.

“I won’t leave until you tell me to,” he said into the crown of her hair.

“Good, because I might need your help if I get fired.”

A chuckle rumbled its way out of his chest. “You��re not going to get fired,” he said.

“What makes you so sure?” Noora said, exasperated. She removed herself from his grasp and thrust a hand up to her forehead. William took a moment to revel in the way she looked wearing nothing but his collared shirt—this was his favorite version of her. Hair mussed from a night of sleep and sex, lips slightly swollen, a few hickies staining her skin and his shirt, buttoned half way up, leaving just enough to his memory. She looked radiant in the early morning light. The cup that sat perfectly balanced between both her hands pulled the picture together. Under his intense stare, she faltered. Her brows pulled together before one shot upwards, giving him a quizzical look.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” William said quietly. “You’re so beautiful. You’re not going to lose your job.”

“Beauty has nothing to do with it, Willhelm.” She sat forward slightly and let her hand trail down her leg, leaning in his direction. The look on her face said she was teasing, but there was something in her eyes that let him know she truly thought that was his implication.

“That has nothing to do with it, you’re right,” he said. He didn’t mean it that way, of course, but she was right. That was how it had come across. Noora narrowed her eyes and cocked her head. “But you don’t need to worry about her,” he went on. “She’s not going to jeopardize her career and slandering you means slandering herself…trust me, she’s way too concerned about her image to run the risk of letting anything negative come out in the media.”

Noora slumped back against the wall. “I shouldn’t have gotten personally involved in business anyway. It’s my fault if something does come of it.” She stood from the bed and put her coffee mug on the dresser across the room, putting more force behind the gesture than was necessary.

“Are you pissed?” he asked.

“I’m not pissed,” she said. She turned to face him, and her face was covered in red blotches, her eyes full of tears about to be shed. Instantly, William knew he’d said something wrong.

“What is it?” He stood to join her and placed his own mug next to hers before pulling her into him. He was getting frustrated and he tried to keep his emotions in check. “Don’t let her make you feel badly.” His tone held a little bitterness and in an effort to let her know it was not directed toward her, he added, “I’m not going to let anything happen.”

They might have stood like that for an hour, just leaning into one another, using each of their bodies to hold the other up, but a knock from the front door interrupted them and sent Noora spiraling backwards out of William’s arms.

William wanted to ask if she was expecting someone, but it wasn’t his place. They’d only just fallen in bed together again after years and years of being apart. He had no right asking her who she did or did not invite into her own home. Noora didn’t offer any explanation but the look on her face indicated that she was only slightly less confused than he was. As she pushed past him and headed into the living room, he picked up their mugs and followed behind her, admiring the way she was still only wearing his shirt.

He thought briefly that he should suggest she put pants on, but a selfish part of him liked the way this marked her as his. He was territorial like that. Especially when it came to her.

The small kitchen sat to the side of the main living area, so while Noora answered the door, William topped of their coffees, giving them a renewed warmth. The second she opened the door and he heard Eva’s voice, William thought he should have seen this coming. He inched his way closer to the hall but stayed far enough back that he could hear the conversation without being seen. A goofy grin made its way over his face as Noora hastily tried to quiet Eva.

“Oh my god, is he here?” Eva said. He heard the door swing wide and hit the wall. “Oh my god!”

When William turned the corner, Eva was holding Noora at arm’s length.

“Careful,” Noora chastised, pushing her friend’s arms away and reaching behind her to grab the door. At the exact moment she was about to slam it shut, Chris appeared on the other side of the threshold. His eyes widened and a he bared his teeth, emitting a fake primal growl.

“Someone’s been naughty.” He pushed his way in and looked Noora up and down.

“Careful,” William said, repeating Noora’s words. Chris licked his lips in an attempt to not laugh and reached out to bring William into a hug.

“Nice of you to drop in,” Chris said.

“Nice of him to drop in?” Noora said, pulling bashfully at the ends of the shirt she was wearing. “Why are you here at…” she searched for a clock but couldn’t find one. “It’s too early for you to barge in here! Why are you here?”

“I sent you a text last night and you never replied. I was worried something had happened,” Eva said, covering her mouth. She pointed between William and Noora. “This was not what I expected.”

“She wasn’t too worried,” Chris added, one arm still slung over William’s shoulders. “She didn’t want to come check on you until I told her I’d talked to our good friend, here.”

As soon as Chris had removed his arm from William’s back, William made his way over to Noora and gently suggested she go get dressed. She immediately put her hands to the hem of his shirt and excused herself, encouraging everyone to make a plan for breakfast while she was changing.

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Twenty minutes later, Noora and Eva were seated at a window table in a small café down the road. William and Chris had just approached the counter and were currently waiting for their orders to be ready for pick-up. The girls sat in excited anticipation, both of them watching and waiting for the second the guys were out of earshot.

As soon as the coast was clear, Eva turned to Noora with her hands folded under her chin, the apples of her cheeks rosy with excitement, and her mouth poised and ready to ask questions. She might as well have had hearts for eyes the way she was looking at her best friend.

“Tell me everything,” she said, only sort of being quiet. “Are you guys getting back together? How did this happen?”

Her excitement was contagious and overwhelming at the same time. It wasn’t that Noora hadn’t been excited on her own before Eva and Chris arrived, but something about the four of them being together again made the reality of her situation sink in. It didn’t feel like they were in school again, per se…but she couldn’t deny that there was a small part of her trying to navigate the waters of past and present, siphon through the ways in which she’d grown in her absence from William in an effort to determine if she were better off with him or without…

Just thinking about being without him after the past two days sent a surge of sadness through her heart.

“So…are you guys getting back together?” Eva asked again.

Noora drew her eyes away from William at the counter and let them fall back to the friend seated in front of her. She pushed away the hopeful look that she knew she had plastered across her face.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly. She looked over to the counter one more time to make sure they had time before the guys would return. “I think I want to take things slowly. Well, I mean I guess we sort of ruined that right out of the gate, but…he was engaged, for Pete’s sake.”

Eva brushed her off. “Yeah, but so what. She sounds like a troll.”

“She’s anything but a troll,” Noora said, her eyes finding their way back to William’s frame.

(That was something she had to acknowledge. Ever since they’d found their way back to one another, she’d had a hard time taking her eyes off him. He was the altogether the same and altogether different at the same time—and that scared her. There would be so much they’d need to relearn about one another.)

“You know,” she started, still watching William, “He’s not asked about last time…I keep sort of wondering if it’ll come up. Surely, he harbors some kind of resentment at the fact that I just packed up and left. I know I would.”

“Maybe he’s moved on,” Eva offered.

Noora’s face pulled in reaction to her suggestion. “I doubt it,” she said. “I’m certain we’ll have to talk about it eventually. He might be happy to never bring it up, but if we don’t clear the air, it’ll be a giant elephant in the room for the rest of our lives…I don’t want it to be something we hold over one another in an argument a year from now.”

“Noora,” Eva said, reaching out and pulling the blonde’s hand to her so that she’d pay attention to what she was about to say. Her tone softened, the teasing and bubbly excitement turning into a gentle consolation. “You can’t take your eyes off him. I know you’re nervous…which is smart. You should be. But, listen to yourself. You’re already thinking about a fight you may or may not have a year from now. That’s got to mean you’re at least slightly interested in having a future with him.”

“But I’m worried about us fighting! Shouldn’t I be with someone I don’t worry I’ll fight with every morning? We skirted a fight this morning. Maybe we have to face it and we’re just not meant to be together long term.”

“Do you really mean that though? Look at you two.” Eva tilted her head in the direction of the counter. “The second you turn your head, his eyes dart over here and I swear,” she leaned back and folded her arms close to her chest, the devilish smile returning to her face. “If he doesn’t drag you off to the bathroom before he lets you leave for work, I’ll give you 200 krone.”

Noora blushed which only encouraged Eva’s smile to widen.

“Do you need me to tell you it’s okay if it doesn’t work out again? Because it’s okay if it doesn’t work out again. But if you ask me, I think you owe it to yourselves to give it a real shot. Besides. I’m getting tired of going out with Borkis and his girlfriend. He has this…it’s like a tick, but it’s not…he clears his throat and spits snot while we’re walking down the street and it’s just…I can’t anymore...”

Noora was vaguely aware of Eva talking, but her attention was focused on William as he stood beside Chris at the counter. She thought through what Eva had been saying, and in her heart, she knew she was right. They’d ended things abruptly and without real reason last time. They had also been very young and moving in together so soon had probably not been the best idea. But the problem wasn’t with her heart. Her heart wanted William. Her heart had always wanted him.

It was her head that was the problem. It was her rational side. The part that reminded her they’d spent a lot of time arguing, that reminded her of the way he’d been consumed by work and the need to prove himself. Her rational side was a nag. It kept her from taking chances…it convinced her to leave one of the only people she’d ever felt really saw her for who she was, and somehow, against all odds, they’d found their way back to one another.

As she watched him laughing with Chris, she felt herself growing open to the idea of giving it another shot. She didn’t know what she wanted, that was still true. But she knew she wanted to find out, and in order to do so, she’d need to give them a chance.

Just as she was coming to this conclusion within herself, a young and attractive brunette came to the counter with an assortment of plates and bowls on a tray. She flashed a bright smile to both Chris and William, but a moment later was leaning in a little closer than necessary to William. Noora’s heart lurched and fell into the pit of her stomach. Her blood thrummed through her veins and pooled in her ears, making everything around her go fuzzy. The woman tucked her hair behind her ear and said something that sent William into a brief spell of laughter.

Noora felt like she was a teenager again, watching him potentially flirt with someone who wasn’t her. Being conflicted between thinking he wasn’t good for her but not being able to deny the fact that she wanted him regardless.

God, did she want him.

Without looking to Eva, Noora pushed herself up off the chair and carried herself across the room, snaking her hands under William’s jacket and around his torso from behind. She leaned into him, pressing her body against his. Her hands wound their way up his chest and lightly skirted over the material of his shirt until he spun to face her.

Over his shoulder, Noora could see waitress retreating into the back of the café. She didn’t care where she was going or what she was doing so long as she wasn’t talking to William. Noora was normally very confident. Jealousy wasn’t really a trait she would have acknowledged having but…perhaps the fact that she had only just got him back was making her more territorial. Maybe she was willing to acknowledge the fact that she wanted him all to herself. Even if her head and her heart were still navigating the fine balance between being smart and being reckless.

“Hi,” William said, leaning in to capture her lips.

“Hi,” she whispered back. Distantly, she noticed Chris saying something that sounded vaguely like ‘get a room’ as he carried as much as he could back to the table.

William let his hands travel down to cup her ass and it sent a series of butterflies shooting through her abdomen. She leaned into him a little more until she was almost inside his jacket. He ran a finger over her brow then trailed down the side of her face until he was pinching her chin and pulled her into him for a real kiss. They were still standing at the counter, but Noora was completely lost in him, completely unaware of the fact that the whole of the café could see what they were doing.

As they pulled apart, Noora could tell William was studying her.

“What?” she asked, hesitant.

He paused for a moment, that hard-to-read stare focused on her. She memorized the way his brow was furrowed just slightly, memorized the way his eyes were soft even though his jaw was set. She tried to remember that there was a whole world inside his head that he never allowed the people around him to enter. She forced herself to give him the time to say what he needed to on his own terms.

William raised his hand again and pushed her hair out of her face, unsuccessfully attempting to tuck it behind her ear. “I’m sorry I didn’t come after you before,” he said, his voice quiet.

Noora’s face turned red and she could feel the heat emanating from her. “No,” she said, too quickly. “I’m sorry I left like that. And then I did it again the other day.”

William shook his head and moved his other hand up from where it had been resting, letting it instead sit along her hip, toying with the hem of her shirt.

“It’s not your fault though,” he said, shaking his head. “I should have never put you in the position. Either time.”

Noora licked her lips and put her hands on either side of his face, pushing his hair back out of his eyes to no avail.

“I can’t believe you still have this haircut,” she said.

He rolled his eyes, but his face remained soft. It was a silent acknowledgement that they would each let bygones be bygones. It was an unspoken, I forgive you.

“Hey, you,” she said, drawing his attention back. When he was focused on her again and she was certain that he knew she wasn’t holding any resentment, she said with clarity, with certainty, and with a plea that implied need and want and desire, “Stay with me.”

“Okay,” William said.

He leaned down and captured her lips and distantly in the background, they heard and uproar of cheering and loud applause. It was decidedly small and almost certainly only coming from one table.

When they pulled apart, Noora buried her head in William’s chest and he extended his hand in the direction of their best friends, only one finger exposed. The cheering didn’t necessarily stop, but it did turn to laughter.

Laughter, old and new memories and much more were shared across the table as the four enjoyed their breakfast in the rays of Oslo’s early autumn-sun. It had been forever since the four of them had sat down and actually talked - if ever. Back in high school, Chris and Eva had always been in this weird ‘not dating but kinda exclusive’-stage, which meant that hanging out with them had never really been an evident option to either of them. Yet now that they were here, feeling like they all knew each other inside out, they somewhat regretted that fact. Noora, who’d always seen Chris as nothing but a fuckboy, began to see what Eva found attractive in the guy. He was actually pretty smart and from what William had told her, he had a good heart as well. She could only smile to herself and shake her head as she thought of how big of a misunderstanding her three years in high school were…

Whilst other hand was gently allowing her to take a sip of her coffee, Noora used her free, ring-clad index finger to press the button of her phone. It’d become a habit - good or bad was debatable - to constantly check on time. Her eyes widened - startled by the time - immediately putting down the coffee cup and pushing her chair back. This immediately caught the other’s attention - especially William.

“I’m so sorry, but I have to leave now! I’ll talk to you later,” and with a last sip of coffee, the rushed movement almost causing it to spill all over herself, the journalist grabbed her bag and rushed out onto the street. The three abandoned friends could only look at each other - or mostly just Eva and Chris looking at William - with profound confusion. It almost felt like William’s feet were burning a hole in the floor beneath the table, as he could almost physically feel Noora get further and further away from him with every step she took. The burning sensation in his feet quickly spread to the rest of his body, like an out of control wildfire, making him feel uncomfortable and cramped in his seat. It didn’t take long for Chris to notice.

“You know you don’t have to stay here, right?” Chris’ confusion had quickly faded and had transitioned into a cocked brow, quickly understanding the strained look on William’s face - even though he’d probably never understand the weird things his best friend experienced because of that woman. Few seconds later, William took his friend’s advice and pushed out his chair to leave the café. As soon as he made it outside, after shuddering at the chilly weather and pulling his coat on tighter, he spotted the blonde hair flying in the wind just down the street.

It felt silly. It wasn’t like she was leaving, running away from him, but his entire body was high on some kind of adrenaline rush. Almost like a hunter that was about to put down his pray. He could fight it all he wanted, but his body was yearning for her and he simply couldn’t stay on the spot. There was nothing he wanted more than grab her, drag her back home and hide with her behind the curtains and beneath the covers. She had become a necessity. Not just to his happiness, but entire living and being.

“Noora!” He hadn’t even realised he’d called out her name, before she spun around with lips parted in surprise and hair flying around her head- almost in slow-mo like in a movie.

His legs finally got moving to meet her by the end of the street, where she was waiting on the corner as cars rushed by and made their way to work and school. As he got closer and closer, he could tell that she had a worried look in her eyes and that’s when it hit him that he actually had nothing specific to say. All he could was blame his emotions for bringing him here.

“What’s wrong?” She pushed her wind-caught hair behind her ear, exposing her almost distressed-looking eyes. No wonder when he came running after her like that.

By then he’d finally caught up with her and realised he had to do something, just something, or else she’d worry too much. Worry that he felt regret, that he’d draw back his emotions or even leave her like she’d left him. So he did the only thing he could think of. Right then and there on the spot. In order to close the little remaining gap between them, he instinctively lurched into her to crash their lips together - almost knocking her over - only to save her by grabbing her waist and spinning her around. Acting upon instinct as well, the blonde quickly caught up with his actions and grabbed his face with her already cold hands - he’d never in a million years mind though. People and cars rushed by, not paying attention to the now euphoric star-crossed lovers, whilst they themselves were in their own little world. While it was passionate, the kiss was sweet and held a lot of emotion, beautifully balancing out last night’s passionate acts. They didn’t have to look at the other two know that they were both smiling, even as the lips detached and their noses were left as the only connection between their faces.

“What was that for?” She chuckled, weakly and just barely enough for him to hear, before sliding a hand down to her neck to delicately caress his neck.

He took a moment to catch his breath, looking down before up again to connect with her eyes. “You left and I realised that I was homeless.”

Noora retreated her head and broke the facial contact, but slid the other hand down onto his neck, keeping a loving hold of him as she studied his facial features. Just one more time, she told herself. “Every time I tell myself that William Magnusson couldn’t be an any bigger cliche, you prove me otherwise…” She giggled and paused. “You…” then let one hand wander away from his neck to push his bangs out of his face. “I’m just going to work. You’ll see me again in a couple of hours.” Noora quickly noticed how an amused smile appeared, telling her that he was having a good laugh on the inside.

“While I do love your very metaphoric train of thought…” he slowly leaned in and pecked the tip of her nose, haltering for just a second before continuing. “I meant literally homeless. I have no place to go, and God be damned if I have to stay with those two fuck-bunnies back there. Then I’d rather stand in the cold and wait outside your office for hours - like a sad puppy.”

“Well,” she had to laugh at that before continuing. “No need to be a sad puppy,” he could feel her fiddling with something in the pocket of her coat, causing his eyes to switch from hers to the mystery object hiding in the soft fabric. “Mi casa es tu casa.” Out of the pocket, held between her index finger and thumb, hung a keychain with a couple of keys in it.

He grabbed the hand, closing his around hers before gently placing them both down by their sides. “Damn… I forgot that you speak Spanish. Either you’ll have to teach me or you’ll have to translate what you just said.” He leaned in closer, once again pressing his nose to hers.

“I can be your teacher…” Her green eyes passionately drilled into his, and William definitely noticed the sensual movement of her hand sliding onto his chest, gently working in circles across the sweater and into the surface that kept his heart safe. Not that it was only his heart that was feeling aroused right then… He somewhat wanted to blame her for making him feel like this in public, but on the other hand he’d been the one to start. Karma.

“But not right here. For now, I’ll just tell you that it means that you need to go home, get into bed and wait for me.” Still surprising herself every time she said something like that, Noora had to add a chuckle as to break the already boiling tension and give the young man in front of her a decent chance. And to William that was the most beautiful smile. He found it stupidly adorable every time she’d explicitly flirt with him, and every time flashed a smile at him, toothy or not; loud or quiet, it was the most beautiful smile. Sophia’s had never made him feel that way, and while t it did also make him feel somewhat guilty, he also knew that it only proved his love for the Norwegian girl to be the right one. The only authentic one. Another kiss was planted to her lips, grabbing her waist and drawing her in again once more, though not for as long as before. After sending her yet another loving smile, he looked down and reached out to gently grab the key from her hand. She let him. His eyes wandered back to hers and they were still smiling. Bust being so infatuated, he didn’t even get to bite his tongue as three very important words almost slipped out of his mouth.

“Noora… I lo-“ He quickly caught the words falling out of his mouth and bit his tongue. Thousands of red flags and alarms appeared in his mind. This was too soon. He’d just been engaged to another woman. Hell, he’d dated her for multiple years while the two had had no contact whatsoever. He had to be careful. Luckily, he managed to correct and save himself.

“… I’ll see you at home.”

She wasn’t neither deaf or stupid. It was Noora’s turn to have an amused smiled plastered across her face. There was no more doubt in her mind about what she wanted, and whilst she couldn’t blame him for feeling insecure, she knew that they’d have to work past it at some point. “Yeah, I’ll see you at home.”

She received an innocent nod and weak smile from his part, before he spun around and started walking back to the cafe. Hiding them from the cold, he quickly buried his hands in the warmth of his pockets. He could at least stick around at the cafe with Eva and Chris for a bit. It’d keep him from being left alone to think for too long.

“William?”

Even through the strong wind, he clearly heard her and halted. As soon as he’d turned around to see what was going on, her eyes had already caught his. They were very sincere, almost so intense that it intimidated him but also very blissful at the same time. Without leaving her gaze, he could see that she was thoughtfully biting into her bottom lip. He loved when she did that. What hit him next would only send him into new dimensions of surprise and emotion.

“I love you too.”

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potteruscule · 7 years

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Noora needed to be loved. Even though she was strong and she was mature and she was adored by friends. She needed to be loved. She needed for someone to love her in the big forever kind of way she never knew. And William worshiped her just like that, first because she was hot, then because she was fierce and finally because she was loving. She needed to be loved and he just did. William needed to be needed. He needed to know that someone could want him for who he entirely is. He needed to know he deserved to be loved. And Noora whom he worshipped fell in love with him. And suddenly he was loved by someone he thought he didn't deserved. And suddenly she needed him. And for the first time he indispensable to someone. And in London, she was waiting for it. For the moment she was not loved anymore, not needed, as she always was at some point. And William wasn't here and she was alone again and nobody worshipped her. She couldn't talk about it so she left. And in London, his father was reminding him once again that he wasn't needed. That live was to be earned, to be deserved . And he didn't see Noora a lot, she didn't talk to him so he figured his father was right: he wasn't needed. Or loved for that mattered. So he let her go and tried to earn someone else love by staying. And those feelings left unsaid almost killed them if it wasn't for a magic hijab. A magic Hijab to tell him that he was still so very much needed and to show her that he never stopped worshiping her. And finally it took four days for everything to be said, hearts to be understood and bodies to be loved. And when it was over they knew how much they were made for each other.

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crowleying · 4 years

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Dirty little secret | f! reader

Date: 10.04.2020

Pairing: Christoffer Schistad x Reader

Reader's pronouns: she/her

Words: 2.205

Fandom: SKAM

Characters: Reader, Christoffer Schistad, William Magnusson, Noora Amalie Sætre, Eva Kviig Mohn

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Angst and fluff

Requested by anon

Request: WOW you write for SKAM! 😭 could you write something like: Reader and Chris are dating but she wants to keep it secret because of his reputation and he's annoyed so they fight, he flirts with girls to piss her off, they're on and off, very good or terrible, constantly and then he leaves for army and they solve nothing so when he comes for break they want to reconcile and fix everything. With prompts: 142, 160, 167, 178. Thanks! ❤

Prompts: 142. “I’m lost without you.”

160. “Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

167. “Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

178. “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

Summary: You don’t want to tell anyone that you are in a relationship with Chris. This annoys him and you’re always fighting about it.

A/N: I’m sorry for taking so long but I’m happy I was finally able to write it. I wrote it in one go, which is very unusual for me but I really needed it because all I’m doing this days is studying. So thank you for the request!

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what do you think about it. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

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[ID: a black and white gif. Chris Schistad, with a Penetrators hoodie and his backpack on his shoulder, walking by Eva and looking at her. She is giving us the back, she has her backpack on and she turns to look at him. End ID.]

You were leaning against the wall enclosing the school while waiting for your friends and you couldn’t take your eyes off your boyfriend who was talking with the other Penetrators across the courtyard. He flashed you some of his charming smiles from time to time and you couldn’t avoid smiling back and blushing. You were so caught up in your interaction that you didn’t notice your best friend.

“You’re staring” she pointed out almost as a greeting.

“Hello to you” you shot back smiling at her.

“You know, I don’t understand why you want to keep it secret, it’s not like anyone could really miss you smiling to each other all the times with heart-shaped eyes” Noora commented.

You shook your head. “I’ve told you already. Chris has an awful reputation and you more than anyone else should understand” you replied giving her a knowing look.

“Should I?” she asked smiling and waving at William, her boyfriend and Chris’ best friend.

Your eyebrows shot up and she couldn’t ignore your gaze anymore. “What? I’m past that, now everyone knows we are together and we are happy” she said while you caught sight of William and Chris leaving their friends and making their way towards the two of you.

“Hey” William said before taking Noora by the hips and kissing her while Chris shot a look that screamed ‘we could be that happy’. You averted your gaze and cleared your voice. They both got the hint and parted but didn’t let each other go.

“Isn’t it a wonderful day to let the world know of your relationship so that you too can kiss each other without bothering us every time we do so?” William asked you with a cheeky smile. That earned him a glare from you.

Noora and William, being respectively your and Chris’ best friends were the only two to know about your relationship but you were regretting letting them know since they both pushed you to let everyone know. You suspected Chris was behind all of this.

Before you could say anything you were joined by your other friends who were completely oblivious of the whole situation.

“Just think about it” he said briefly before kissing Noora on the lips.

“Let’s go Chris, bye girls.”

You didn’t miss the wink Chris sent Eva’s way and she didn’t either. As soon as the two weren’t in earshot, she let out a cry. “Oh my God, he winked at me!”

You were fuming and Noora shot you a glance. You didn’t react but for the rest of the day you said two words at most and that dark look didn’t leave you. It grew even worse as Chris seemed to be flirting with every girl that passed by and especially with Eva. You didn’t know if you hated him more because he was hurting you or because he was leading her on when she actually liked him.

It went on for the whole week and you just couldn’t take it anymore so you decided you wouldn’t go to the party one of his friends would host on Saturday. You couldn’t watch him flirting with every single girl in the house for the whole night.

No matter how many times Noora tried to convince you to go, you were even more stubborn than she was.

When you heard the bell ringing at ten you thought it was her, both your parents and your brother had the keys so it couldn’t be them. Annoyed you stopped the film you were watching and got up from the bed.

“Noora, I’m not coming to that stupid party” you shouted while reaching the door but when you opened it you found Chris instead.

“What are you doing here? My parents could be at home!”

“Noora told me they went out.”

You cursed her.

“Are you already tired of Eva?” you asked rolling your eyes but leaving the door open for him to come in while you went to the kitchen to put on the kettle.

He entered and closed the door behind, following you inside.

“You know it’s not-” he started only to be interrupted by you.

“I know and it pisses me off because she really likes you and you’re playing with her feelings, just like you’re doing with mine, like you do with everyone’s” you lashed out turning to look at him.

He raised his hands surrendering.

“I know I shouldn’t have, I’m sorry” he said calmly.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry? How many times have I heard it before?” you asked rhetorically turning to put the water in the kettle and putting it on the cooker.

“It’s just- I was angry, ok? I was angry because you want to keep me as your dirty little secret so that your good girl reputation isn’t stained by mine.”

“That’s not why. You know why and it’s not like you ever try to prove me wrong, is it?” you retorted facing him, your tone now calmer.

He pressed his lips together and inspired. You were right and there was no denying it. “Fine, you’re right. I’m sorry and I’ll try to prove you that I really am changed” he said taking a couple of steps towards you. You relaxed accepting it. You would have to do with it for the time being even though you knew it wouldn’t last long.

You nodded and he hugged you.

It was always like this between the two of you. It had begun almost one year ago. You asked him to keep it secret for a while and he accepted if you let him tell it to William. You agreed but after sometime he eventually became tired of the situation and started pushing you to let everyone know. When you refused he started flirting with everyone he laid his eyes on just to piss you off. That time you almost broke up but then he pleaded you not to and you decided to give him another chance and for some time everything was great but then it happened again and again and again. You had become so used to it by now that you were always ready. You didn’t know how it could still be working between the two of you but somehow it did.

The next couple of weeks were great, you spent almost every day together when you weren’t at school, he didn’t seem to have eyes for anyone but you, he had completely forgot about Eva.

She didn’t understand what had happened to make him change so suddenly and she was talking about it with the girls for the umpteenth time. You weren’t really listening.

“I need to go to the toilet” you stated getting up from your spot on the windowsill. They barely nodded before bringing their attention back to Eva.

You were tired of listening to her talking about your boyfriend. You were so lost in your thought about him that you didn’t notice a door on you left flying open before someone pulled you in and closed the door. You were ready to fight but you recognized Chris and give him a small push on the chest.

“What are you doing?” you whispered hardly keeping from smiling.

“I missed you” he said pulling you in a heated kiss you couldn’t resist. Your arms went around his neck without you even noticing.

He pushed you against a desk. You sat on it and he made his way between your legs and started kissing your neck. You knew very well where he wanted to go but you put a hand against his chest and pushed.

“Chris, we can’t, we are at school” you reminded him biting your lower lip trying not to smile.

“I don’t care” he muttered against your skin.

“I know but I do” you said giggling. He pulled back. “I know you do, you always do” he replied bitterly and you knew you were back to fighting.

“Chris, please” you whispered tiredly. You didn’t want to fight but he apparently did. “No Y/N, I am the one pleading you. We have been together for almost a year and you still don’t want people to know” he pointed out.

“Because you haven’t changed as you always promise me to” you retorted hopping off the desk.

“I have changed; I’ve been only with you this whole time, why can’t you see it? Why don’t you understand that since you’ve shown me what love can feel like I don’t care for anyone else?” he asked, a pained look on his beautiful face. The bell rang.

“Because you keep flirting with everyone” you replied shaking your head and feeling the tears coming to your eyes. Without giving him the time to reply you left, not wanting to cry in front of him.

After that you didn’t see each other for weeks. He had exams and you kept to yourself; even Noora didn’t see you all that much, you didn’t really feel like staying with the girls.

As hard as you tried, however, you couldn’t ditch that damn party at William’s to celebrate the end of the school. You knew there would be no avoiding Chris there. As soon as you walked in you spotted him but you were able to go unseen for a whole hour before he found you in the kitchen grabbing the third beer of the night.

“We need to talk” he said right away.

You hesitated.

“Please” he insisted and he seemed almost desperate. You nodded and left the unopened bottle on the counter following him out of the flat and then the palace.

You stopped only once you were in the street and waited for him to talk.

“I... I’m sorry for saying it now that we’re not even speaking but I didn’t want to leave without telling you” he began and a shiver went down your back. You didn’t know it was for the chilly air or if was for his words.

“Leave? What do you mean? Where are you going?” you asked bringing you arms around yourself to fend the cold off. You hadn’t thought of taking your jacket with you.

He took his off and put it on your shoulders.

“I decided to join the army” he said and the world around you started spinning incredibly fast.

You felt the words getting stuck in your throat and tears came to your eyes instead.

“Why?” you finally managed to whisper.

“I want to get my head together and take my time to decide what to do afterwards” he said getting closer to you and putting his hands on your arms.

“It is not your fault” he added guessing your thoughts. Your tears started flowing and he hugged you.

“When are you leaving?” you whispered.

“In two days.”

“Two days?” you asked faintly.

“I’m sorry” he whispered squeezing you to his chest.

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay” you pleaded him. You knew it wouldn’t change anything but you needed to hear that from him.

“It’s going to be ok, I promise” he said and you nodded.

He pulled apart and looked at you. “Please don’t cry” he said drying your tears delicately with his thumbs.

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now. I will need to think of your wonderful smile when I will be away and missing you.”

You tried to do your best but only managed to smile weakly. He smiled back and pulled you back in the hug.

Months had gone by and you still missed him as much as you did the first day. You didn’t know how it was possible. Before he left you both decided it would be better not staying in contact but you regretted it now. Not knowing how he was doing was killing you; the only news being those William passed you through Noora. It was her who told you he was back. She barely had the time to finish the sentence before you ended the call and put your jacket on leaving the house without bothering telling anyone where you were going.

You ran all the way there and when you finally got to the door you were spent. Still out of breath you rang the bell. You didn’t need to wait too long for the door to open showing an extremely surprised Chris.

“How...?” he began but he was interrupted by William. “Oh, wow, that was quick” he commented seeing you. “I’ll leave you two alone” he said winking at you.

“Thanks” you whispered, a small smile on your lips.

“We’ll see soon, yeah?” he asked Chris who nodded, still a little bit confused.

William left and you followed Chris inside.

Chris closed the door and as soon as he turned you hugged him.

“Please don’t leave ever again, I’ll tell the world that we are together, I’ll put banners around the city if I can get you to stay” you blurted out making him laugh. He hugged you back.

“So we are back together?” he asked and you nodded without hesitation. “I’m lost without you” you admitted.

“Oh God, I love you and I’m not leaving again” he said looking you in the eyes before kissing you deeply.

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uhyeahmaybenoidk · 5 years

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Noorhelm Fanfiction Masterlist

Skam OG (Part 1)

allenslegacy

always » noorhelm

AllTheShadesofBlueleft

ALICE - in capital letters

Copenhagen

Eva's Birthday Party Part B - Everything left to say

Just be sure to notice that collateral beauty

LONDON, LØRDAG 24. NOVEMBER, 23:14 MEZ - Airplane mode

Sana's Eid Party, Part A - Nothing left to say

Shenanigans

Your city is still the first on my weather app

alotoflotte

London calling

amarova

Cough Syrup

anicula

let me swoon over you

Name the time and the place and the function

The London Chronicle

winter collection

asaliankukka (HuldraAsalia)

Kamikaze

This could be paradise AO3 / wattpad

@bettertoflee (bettertoflee)

Extra Curricular Activities in the Aston Martin

FREDAG 20:18

I’m sorry, but it’s very hard to focus when you’re dressed like that

Jealousy

Noora’s birthday

Noorhelm Prompts

Stomach Bug

@bettertoflee (bettertoflee), @theworldisourcliche (TheWorldIsOurCliche, Vakkerxx)

Wayward Hearts AO3 / wattpad / tumblr 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

bonesintheeast

Shades Of Cool: Noorhelm

CarolinaNigri

Gone

caughtupinascene

Stay Close To Me ✓

chillerhjemmeisak (justmagnusbane)

Come to London

I'm Not Sick

Cnigri

Christmas Eve

Dauntinglyy

Noora Sætre x William Magnusson // Noorhelm

Noorhelm Short Fics by Dauntinglyy

@dezembergirl (emiliesimagination, emiliesimagination, lauraemiliee)

Apart AO3 / wattpad / FanFiction

Noora's BD special 2018

Tolv Poeng

Paradise AO3 / tumblr / FanFiction

You like me AO3 / tumblr / FanFiction

Good Morning AO3 / tumblr / FanFiction

Norwegian Gossip Girl AO3 / tumblr / FanFiction

Grünerløkka AO3 / tumblr / FanFiction

Mr. Darcy AO3 / tumblr / FanFiction

seventeen AO3 / tumblr / FanFiction

Truth or Dare AO3 / tumblr

Hangover AO3 / tumblr / FanFiction

dimplefeels

moral compass / SKAM / noora & william

droplets

dancing on thin ice

eternals0nshine

Left Me In London Pt. 1/3 (Noora x William Skam)

you lose (WilliamxNoora a skam series)

@fanfic-and-bookexcerpts

AU: Skam (Noorhelm) meets The Vow

Fangirl249

I will always love you

farnear

after i drowned

Fishtankus

THE LONG AND WINDING ROAD

FlyMeFarAway

I found a love for me

followsrabbit (@summerfitzy)

All I Want AO3 / tumblr

Charm Me AO3 / tumblr 1, 2

courting miss sætre AO3 / tumblr 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

eggs and bacon AO3 / tumblr

eventually AO3 / tumblr

fogged windows AO3 / tumblr

knock first AO3 / tumblr

living the dream AO3 / tumblr

make a wish AO3 / tumblr

mine, yours, ours AO3 / tumblr

morning drive AO3 / tumblr

My Soul, Your Skin AO3 / tumblr

Name It AO3 / tumblr

save as draft AO3 / tumblr 1, 2

the places you'll go AO3 / tumblr

the rest AO3 / tumblr

the world stops AO3 / tumblr

thursday evening AO3 / tumblr

tuesday morning AO3 / tumblr

foodforeverlove

100 Lettes. // Noorhelm

One more trip // Noorhelm.

The last trip. // Noorhelm.

ForAllTheBlueShades

Noora and William - Nothing left to say

foreverCharmed123

Paradise ❤️

Frozen_fractals

CONSEQUENCES

GraysScissors

Jævla Klisje || A Noorhelm Fanfic AU

ghostofzeus

What's Your Number?

@halsteadsass (jayhalstead)

a battle of wills AO3 / tumblr

deathbeds AO3 / tumblr

Jumping Head First AO3 / tumblr

Kaleidoscopes AO3 / tumblr

New Rules AO3 / tumblr

sneak peak

Tribulations AO3 / tumblr

we’re made for each other

@hartsmonster (hartsmonster)

Promise

@hauntedfinnick (Odestaholyship)

Lazy mornings

More than words

Noora and William's first kiss after their reunion

Noora & William go ice skating together

one of lazy mornings in london

Pillowtalk

the moment Noora realized she was in love with William

what happened right after the end of season two

what William thought of Noora the first time they talked

William coming back during the Christmas party

William finds out about Noora's kiss with Youssef and he gets jealous

William's thoughts when he realized that he was in love with Noora

You couldn’t wait until you got to the bedroom? Fucking animals I swear…

HinnyLover_16

SKAM- William & Noora

@howaboutskam

Cafeteria

Locker talks

ImSoSupernova

drifting

@iridescentwinters (iridescentwinters)

living in the moment AO3 / tumblr

re: come back

Noorhelm Fanfiction Masterlist (OG Part 2)

Noorhelm Fanfiction Masterlist (Remakes Part 1)

Noorhelm Fanfiction Masterlist (Remakes Part 2)

Noorhelm Fanfiction Masterlist (Remakes Part 3)

Noorhelm Fanfiction Masterlist (Remakes Part 4)

#noorhelm #noora x william #noora and william #skam #fanfiction #noorhelm fanfiction masterlist

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s-starlight · 5 years

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Hey everyone,

So I’m actually thinking about creating a skam fanfic. It’s not going to be really based on anyone in the skam universe, but more so about adding a character of my own with their own plot INTO the skam universe. I’m doing this because the idea I have in mind doesn’t really fit with any of the characters from the skam universe and I just feel like it’s a topic that needs to be covered with how skam relates to everyone. So it’ll sort of be adding a whole new person into the group but I just don’t know which remake I would put this character in. I’ve watched the OG of course and I’m currently watching skam Italia, skam France, skam NL, skam españa, druck (when it was airing), and I’ll be starting wtfock soon. So I would LOVE to hear about what you guys would think about this idea. Would it be nice to create a whole new character and add it on one of those remakes or take a character who hasn’t really been spoken about. You can reply or message me about this. I would really appreciate any kind of thoughts or feedback about this cause after all, you guys are going to be the ones reading it. Thank youuuuu

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noora-nora · 5 years

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Nora and Alejandro Fanfic Part Three ❤️

Monday 11:37

Nora sat in the cafeteria with Eva, Viri, and Amira. Nora was drinking her favorite tea. Viri was ecstatic over some new lipstick collection that had just released and was asking what color she should get.

Viri showed the girls the lipsticks on her phone,“I like the rosy pink color, but the dark red is also super pretty. What do you guys think?” Viri questioned.

“I think you should get the orangey red one, it would look nice on you.” Eva replied.

“I don’t know, what do you think Nora?” Viri looked at Nora waiting for a response.

“Personally, I like the pink one, I think it would suit you.” Nora said.

She honestly didn’t care much for this topic as there was so much going on in her life. Her cat had torn up favorite blanket yesterday, her dad had eaten her leftovers that she was very much looking forward to eating after school today, and she had to work on a partner project today.

SHIT, she forget that she needed to meet up with her biology partner, Samuel, to work on a project. They had planned to meet at the library at 11:30.

“What’s the time?” Nora asked her friend group.

Amira looked down at her phone screen and replied “11:39.”

“Guys I totally blanked and forgot I needed to meet my bio partner. I gotta go. See you guys later.”

Nora quickly grabbed her backpack and threw away her tea. She waved goodbye to her friends and headed out the door. She quickly walked to the library, she hoped Samuel was still there. As she approached the library out of the corner of her eye she spotted Alejandro talking to his friend Cristian by the stairs. Alejandro met her gaze and for a moment they locked eyes, there was an unspoken connection. Nora was so lost in her gaze that she had not seen that she was about to run into a person.

She collided straight into a guy and immediately fell backwards and one of her folders fell out of her backpack. The guy she ran into turned out to be Hugo, one of Jorge’s friends.

“Are you alright Nora?” he asked and offered her a hand to get back up.

“Yeah, sorry about that I should’ve been more careful.” She accepted his hand and stood up.

Hugo looked down and said, “So I was wondering if Cris had said..”

Nora cut him off, “wish I could stay and talk, but I have to go.”

Nora entered the library and her eyes scanned the tables for Samuel and found him sitting at one of the tables in the back. She walked to the table and took a seat next to him.

“So sorry I’m late, I totally forgot.” Nora said.

“Its fine I was just coming up with ideas on how we could show the differences of Prokaryotes and Eukaryotes.” He responded with a smile. Samuel had a crush on Nora, but she was oblivious to his feelings.

“I was thinking we could create a model of the different types of cells so that the the differences could be very apparent.”

Samuel nodded, “Good idea,” he took a long deep breath, “Nora I was wondering if you wanted to hang out on Saturday?”

“Sure I mean creating the models will take a long time and I think I have enough materials at my house.” Nora said, unaware of Samuel’s true intentions.

“Well actually I was thinking of it being more of a non-school thing?” Samuel said, he could feel his face turn red and was anxious to hear Nora’s response.

Nora was confused on what Samuel meant by a non-school thing, “Samuel, I don’t understand-” Nora was cut off by the sound of a chair being pulled across the floor right next to her.

Alejandro had pulled a chair from another table and had set it down right by Nora. Taking a seat he smiled and looked right at Nora.

“Hello,” he said keeping his gaze directed at Nora acting like Samuel wasn’t even present at the table.

“Alejandro can you not do this right now I’m kind of busy at the moment.” Nora said she did not need Alejandro’s antics today.

Samuel was very distraught by the way Alejandro was looking at Nora or the fact he had still not broken his gaze since he had taken a seat next to her.

“What are you working on?” Alejandro asked Nora.

“It doesn’t matter, can you please let us get back to work,” she sarcastically smiled, “thank you.”

Alejandro looked down at Nora’s paper, “Biology, I took that last year I can help if you want?”

He looked back at Nora who was looking at him and for a couple of seconds they just stared back at each other, Nora’s expression softened to a slight smile which only made Alejandro smile wider. Samuel was unsure of what was currently happening and felt as if in this moment he was invisible to Nora, God he hated whoever this guy was.

“Excuse me dude, she asked you to leave so how about you go.” Samuel gave Alejandro his best tough guy look.

“Listen I don’t know who you are but how about you go.” Alejandro only gave this guy a split second of his attention before focusing back on Nora.

Samuel got angry and raised his voice “Hey I was here first-” he was then shushed by half of the people in the library.

Nora felt embarrassed she needed for either Alejandro or Samuel to leave. She made a quick decision and turned towards Samuel.

“Hey how about we meet up later and work on the project.” Nora said to Samuel with a polite smile.

“But I was-”

“I think it would be for the best.” Nora said.

“Whatever.” Samuel packed up his things and headed for the library doors. He turned to find Alejandro smiling victoriously. Samuel let out a grunt and walked out the doors.

Alejandro looked back at Nora and gave her a smug look.

Nora knew exactly what Alejandro was currently thinking, “Don’t act like you won or that I choose you or something.” Nora looked away that was exactly what she did and she knew it.

Alejandro grinned,“I may not have won the war but I definitely just won a battle.”

Nora rolled her eyes, “What did you want anyway?”

“Two things. One, I wanted to show you this,” he reached in his backpack and pulled out a paper. “Take a look.” He smiled proudly.

Nora took the paper and gave him a questioning look. She unfolded it and found that it was a English test. Alejandro had got an 84, she felt genuinely proud of him.

She turned to him and said, “I knew you could do it. You know you’re better at English than you think.” She returned the paper back to him.

He put it back into his backpack, “Well I couldn’t have done it without your help. You are an excellent tutor.”

Nora smiled, “I am, aren’t I.”

Alejandro laughed and so did Nora. Nora thought that in these moments between her and Alejandro things were so simple, she was just a girl and he was just a guy. But the sound of the bell brought her back into the harshness of reality.

“I have to go to class.” Nora said and she quickly put her things back into her backpack and stood up.

Alejandro stood up with her, “Let me walk you to class.”

Nora protested, “My class is all the way up on the third floor.”

Alejandro grinned, “so is mine.”

“How convenient,” Nora jokingly rolled her eyes.

Nora made them take the back staircase. She found conversation to come very naturally with Alejandro. This worried her as she saw him in this new light that she had previously convinced herself that she would not see him in.

“How was your weekend?” Alejandro asked.

“Actually, not the best my cat ripped up my favorite blanket.”

“Yeah I know how that can be I have a cat as well.”

Nora stopped in her tracks, “You have a cat?!”

Alejandro smiled, “Yeah, it was my sister’s cat though.”

Great Nora thought another thing she liked about Alejandro.

They had arrived at Nora’s classroom. “Well I guess I’ll see you around then.” Nora said.

Alejandro realized something, “I almost forgot,” he reached into his backpack and handed Nora one of her folders. “You dropped it outside the library.”

“Thanks.” Nora said and put it safely back in her backpack.

Alejandro grinned, “Goodbye Nora.” He walked past her to his classroom.

Nora walked in her class, but then she stopped and looked back to see Alejandro walking down the stairs. He had lied about his class being on the third fool, he had gone out of his way just to walk Nora to class. Nora sighed and walked into her classroom.

Monday 17:23

Nora was doing homework on her bed. She had just finished her math homework and now all she had left to do was a history worksheet. She reached inside for her history folder, it was the one she dropped outside the library. She opened it to find a post-it note on top of her history homework. She took it off and examined the writing. The note said:

𝙉𝙤𝙧𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡 -𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤

Nora smiled wider than she ever had before. Nobody had ever called her beautiful, besides her parents, but that didn’t really count. Nora opened up her nightstand drawer and put the note underneath her book. The note solidified the feelings Nora had tried to hide and not to admit to herself to before. She then lied on her bed and took a long deep breath and said to herself in a whispered tone, “I like Alejandro.”

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Note: sorry this took so long I tried to make this one longer than usual to make up for it. Hope you guys enjoyed. Do you think I should make a part four?

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arivers610 · 5 years

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ARE YOU SAD THAT SKAM REMAKES ARE ENDING?

ME TOO!! So why not read a skam inspired fan fiction that I’ve been writing for a while. It’s based off season 2 and the characters are a little bit older. It’s a college au and I’m having a lot of fun writing it! It’s my first fan fiction and I just love these characters so much :)

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Chapters: 44/44 Fandom: SKAM (TV) RPF, SKAM Austin, SKAM (Italy) RPF, SKAM (Netherlands), SKAM (Italy), WTFock | Skam (Belgium), SKAM (Norway) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: William Magnusson/Noora Amalie Sætre, Edoardo Incanti/Eleonora Sava, Grace Olsen/Daniel Williamson Characters: Noora Amalie Sætre, Eleonora Sava, Grace Olsen, Liv Reijners, William Magnusson, Daniel Williamson, Edoardo Incanti Additional Tags: SKAM, skam au, skam s2, skam series, SKAM inspired, Alternate Universe, SKAM - Freeform, College AU, Story, Fanfic, Fanfiction, skam fanfic Series: Part 1 of Skam: College AU Summary:

This is a story I wrote based off the Skam series. It's mostly season 2 centered but the characters are different and certain story lines are different or expanded upon. All of the characters are over 21, except for Erica/Vilde. Celeste is based off of Noora, Mina is based off of Eva, Nehemie is based off of Sana, Daisy is based off of Chris and Erica is based off of Vilde. I love the Skam series, especially how social media is a big part of it but, there were certain things I wished were explored more so this is my take on it.

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toodivineforhumanmind · 5 years

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Hi! I don’t know if you still accept prompts about Yousana, but I read your post about the alphabet of prompts and I would love to read something based on the letter Z... let me know if you’re okay with me sending you more prompts or not. 😊

I’m super okay with it!

please, please, please always feel free to send me prompts. While it may take me time to write them, I always love receiving them, and I get excited about each and every one.

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hartsmonster · 7 years

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PROMISE

(AFTER SEASON 3) Noora is ready to move on. With the help of her friends she tries to forget her first love, William Magnusson. She begins to be fine again, but suddenly everything is shattered when her past follows. How will she survive her senior year with someone constantly showing up? Will old feelings be back or… new ones will grow?

Chapter four → CLICK HERE TO READ ON WATTPAD

You walked right in as I was closing my door

I'm just escaping from the eye of the storm

I didn't mean to tumble into your arms

They're not my baby's but they're keeping me warm

"Is that him?"

"Oh my god, it's seriously him!"

"What is he doing here?"

All of the whispers of the people got to her ears and she turned her head to look at the situation, but all she saw at that exact moment was a familiar figure standing in the middle of the room, looking right at her.

Her healed but sore heart began to ache once again. She felt it break into those million pieces it was glued from.

"William."

She just heard her own voice. She couldn't move. She was frozen and so was he.

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#noorhelm #noorhelm-promise #wattpad #noorhelm fanfic #noorhelm fanfiction #Noora Amalie sætre #william magnusson #skam #skam fanfic

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skambigbang · 11 months

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Next up is a Noorhelm fic written in a Poetry AU with the story "And what is that if not poetic" by Sammi aka @sammi-phoenix with art by Pauline aka @whippedkoalas!

Sammi: What inspired this story?

I like to consider myself a poet so the idea of combining that with noorhelm, my favourite skam couple to date (keep in mind I've only seen the OG), was a pretty easy decision.

Pauline: What inspires you about this story?

What I like the most about this story is that it talks about poetry. Poetry is a fascinating art. Two people bonding through poetry is the recipe for a great love story!

The 2023 Skam Big Bang starts posting in just 10 days!

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theworldisourcliche · 6 years

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Chapter Fifteen ✘ Epilogue

Before this chapter, I just want to thank every single reader out there. The ones that read, reblogged, liked, commented; anything. Thank you so much! We’ve loved writing this story and reading your comments every week!

xx,

Jordan and Emilie

She pushed the door shut after walking in and immediately took off her heels. Wearing them was exhausting, but for the few hours she had at the office, she would do it without complaining. It looked good and as a journalist for ELLE magazine, she couldn’t just show up in her favourite, slightly shabby ankle boots. Luckily, the comfort of her own home had other laws. Fuzzy socks, his shirts and messy hair was the primary uniform.

Mid-step, she gently rubbed one bare foot against the other, trying to soothe the soreness caused by her black suede stilettos. Before making a short pitstop in her room in order to put away her coat, scarf and bag, she followed the delicious smell of chocolate to the kitchen and popped her head around the doorframe to look at her favourite view.

“Hey, you,” a smile was already plastered across her face as she spoke up, making her presence known.

Standing by the stove, one hand used to scroll through his phone as the other mindlessly stirring the warm liquid with a wooden spoon, was the one person she’d never get tired of hurrying home to. Upon hearing her voice, William’s head immediately shot in her direction and sent her a welcoming smile. “Hey. I’m making some hot cocoa. Want some?”

“Yes, please. That too.” While he’d acknowledged her presence and welcomed her home, Noora had almost absent-mindedly dropped her coat and scarf to the floor before heading over the door-frame to the stove in order to welcome herself home - properly. Intuitively, William had repositioned himself in order to allow her arms to wrap around his torso.

“That too?” He frowned jokingly, looking down at the blonde who clung onto him for dear life. “You could at least have warned me about how high-maintenance you are, before tricking me into moving in with you.”

“Shut up,” she mumbled before sliding her right hand onto his stubbly cheek to accompany a soft, sweet hello-kiss. Quickly following this, she pulled back just a few inches and looked right into his eyes. “I didn’t trick you.” Then placed another kiss to his lips - this time just a small peck.

“Oh, so does that mean that you agree with the fact that you’re extremely high-maintenance?”

William knew it was coming, when he’d decided to mess with her like the foolishly in love guy he was, but still flinched when he felt a small, playful punch in his stomach. Looking back at her, she was of course rolling her eyes and turned around to pick up her abandoned coat. God, he was smitten, he thought to himself as he caught himself smiling even though she’d already left the room to put down away her outwear along with today’s work. Though she’d explicitly stated that she was shamelessly married to her job and William wasn’t the one to steal credit from Noora, he couldn’t help but praise himself for the fact that she hadn’t seemed all too married ever since he’d moved in 2 months ago. After discussing their situation - a lot - they’d both decided that it would be easiest for William to come home to Oslo and move in with Noora. First of all, her apartment was quite roomy and second of all, there was no way in hell Sophia would allow William to set a foot - let alone Noora - in their old apartment. To his dad’s dismay, William had of course also quit his job at the family-firm and immediately started applying for new ones in Oslo. Noora was beyond proud, when she came home one evening and he told her that he got hired by one of Oslo’s leading firms. All she could do was smile, kiss him and admiringly state how proud she was to see that he now magnificently enforced the laws and authority - instead of being the legally betrayed boy, full if distrust towards the system, that he used to be.

Yet to both of their luck, they never got to use his legal skills to protect Noora against Sophia. The designer had never contacted neither Noora, William or even ELLE ever again. Though Noora had also made sure to write a quite praising and, maybe even too, glorifying article about the woman and her work. But to Noora there was no questioning it. There was no room to even consider whether or not Sophia actually deserved the words she published. All she knew was that if it meant avoiding trouble and losing her job, she’d write a flawless article to match the flawless designer - even if it was a matter of opinion, as William himself had commented after reading it. Luckily as well, no one ever got to hear who Sophia’s fiancé actually was, so William had no trouble with showing up at Noora’s work and introduce himself as ‘Noora’s boyfriend’. Not to say that there wasn’t any jealousy, when they noticed all the little things he’d do for her; randomly show up with coffee from the café around the corner, take her out for lunch when their schedules fit and picking her up in his gorgeous car were just few of many things. It was easy to say that everyone envied Noora Saetre.

“William! The cocoa!”

As soon as her voice drew him out of his own mind, he suddenly noticed the sound and smell of boiling chocolate going over the edge of the pot. His brows raised in horror, as he watched Noora almost run to save it before he could react properly himself. “Shit,” he mumbled, wetting a cloth to carefully soak up the mess as Noora removed the pot.

“At least we know it’s warm now,” he heard her mumble under her breath as she grabbed a trivet from a drawer and put the pot down. Once everything was back in control, she turned around and leaned her back against the kitchen counter, crossing her arms and admiring him as he finished cleaning up the stove. “Hard day at work?” she wondered.

It caught his attention, causing him to turn his head away from the now brown cloth and towards her instead. “No, not really,” he mumbled and looked back at the now cleaned stove. Brushing off further details, he turned his attention towards the sink and started washing the cloth. But Noora knew him better than that and that she’d need to poke. Just a bit.

“Sure? You know it’s okay if it was, right? You’ve only been there for two weeks. It’s normal if it’s still hard and overwhelming.”

Upon hearing this, he dropped the cloth to the bottom of the sink, dried his hands and turned around to face her - he leaned back onto the part of the kitchen counter that was across from her. Both now stood face to face, each leaning on their own part of the wooden surface. A sigh followed the dropping of his shoulders and his hand tiredly rubbing his eye.

“It’s just— I hadn’t thought about the fact that Norwegian law would be so different from British. I obviously knew, but it’s hitting me very hard right now and I need to get used to a whole new set of laws. It’s exhausting.”

Noora scrunched her mouth to the side, like she often did when someone had bad news and she was figuring out what to say. She knew he wouldn’t want her to, but she did somewhat feel like it was her fault. If it wasn’t for her, then he wouldn’t have moved to Oslo and he wouldn’t have to start all over again. Law-school and his job in England was hard enough already. “I’m sorry.”

A small smile crept onto his face, brightening it up just a bit, before he took a step across the floor between them. “Don’t be.” He slid his fingers into her hair, combing it back on both sides of her beautiful face. “This was a mutual decision and I’ll be okay. All new beginnings are hard, but it’ll only get better with time. Just like us.”

A small, shy smile finally crept back onto her face, making William’s heart feel much lighter. Making her feel guilty about one of his own issues wasn’t something he’d ever wish to put upon her. Especially when he knew that she was more than innocent. A comfortable silence engulfed the kitchen, leaving only the sound of pouring rain hitting the kitchen window to be heard. After slowly leaning in and placing a soft kiss to her forehead, then the tip of her nose, a giggle of her’s finally erupted into the room. Mission accomplished, he thought to himself as he allowed himself to move on further down and peck her lips. “We’re like wine. We grow better with time.”

“I don’t drink,” she laughed, thinking of the first time she ever stayed at his apartment in Oslo and had stated this as a response to him offering her a glass of wine. The party had been ushered out the apartment, but William Magnusson wasn’t going to give up without trying - yet instead they’d ended up drinking cocoa. Her way or no way.

“That’s a lie,” he had to laugh as well, as he removed his hands from his hair and pointed accusingly at her instead. “You had no problem downing 10 glasses of wine and champagne, when we went out in London.”

Dramatically rolling her eyes to give herself time to think, Noora worked out a defence in her head and gave it a shot. “Like I was about to sit there and watch you down wine all by yourself. That would’ve just been too sad. I did it for you, you know?”

“Is this the part, where I tell you to shut up? Cause that is one big pile of bullshit,” he dropped the pointing finger in order to grab her hands instead, pulling her in and up against his chest before suddenly dropping the playful grin and turning serious. “Plus… I’d never want you to go against your own principles for a guy.” A small smile made a come back “Especially not me…”

Another silence captured them as they shared small smiles, Noora’s eyes shining with pure joy right into his. Her right hand gently let go of his and reached up to attentively push his bangs out of his eyes. “Especially not you…” She mumbled, stealing his words for no specific reason - partly just because she could but also because she didn’t believe them. The rain kept knocking on the window, washing all other worries away in order to prepare the two lovers for new beginnings.

Though neither found the need to speak right in that moment, both knew that their absence in each other’s lives had only made their hearts grow fonder of the other - if that was even possible.

The moment the words stay with me had spilled off her lips, coming directly from the bottom of her heart, Noora knew. London, Sophia, the waitress right behind them… None of it really mattered. Accepting the Sophia-task, coming to London, running into William, giving in to him all over again… 8 years later. It wasn’t a mistake. Maybe it wasn’t altogether ideal, but it wasn’t a mistake. Being the academic and reasonable woman she was, Noora had never fallen for the idea of ‘faith’. It just seemed too far out there, when the world was so immense and people so small - especially after she’d fled London and the one person who’d given her a reason to even consider faith as an option. But now? She could definitely see what people meant. Maybe they were faith all along, she just didn’t want to believe until now.

“Not that I mind dazing into your eyes, but I think the cocoa is getting cold,” William had leaned in and quietly mumbled into her ear, tickling her and causing a slight shiver of pleasure. Having completely forgotten about the boiling beverage - and not really minding one bit - Noora gave into her longing for something else and put her arms around his neck. Her shoulders rose in a careless shrug.

“Oh…” she mumbled, for once not really caring one bit about the cocoa.

“Yeah, what are we doing about that?” His mumbled words were just barely audible as he pressed his lips to her temple, looking over the top of her head and out the soaked window. He almost couldn’t believe he was here, but he was glad he was. He felt her head move beneath him, causing him to react and look down at where she was already looking up at him.

“We could just… not drink it. And heat it up…” She looked at his collar, quietly toying with the second button of his shirt, as she innocently tilted her head to the side. The first was already popped. “…Later?”

A wide cheesy grin grew on his face, letting his hands slide from the small of her back to the front of her pants and hook his index fingers into each their belt loop. If it was even possible, he pulled her in closer and leaned in to kiss her lips. The smile never went away, even as his lips were firmly pressed to hers. After this they went directly from her lips to the crook right beneath her jaw. An old love-bruise had just barely started to fade from the surface of her pale skin.

“Noora Amalie Saetre… There’s no way I’m ever going to let you run again.”

Her eyes half closed, already too caught up in his touch she just barely got out a whisper.

“Good thing I don’t have a single reason to do so then…”

#Wayward Hearts x Noorhelm #noorhelm #noora x william #noorhelm fanfiction #noora saetre #william magnusson #skam art #SKAM Norway #SKAM Fanfiction

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the-body-remembers · 5 years

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send prompts

hi! please send me any Noorhelm (remakes) prompts, I'm in a writing mood

#noorhelm #noorhelm remakes #fanfiction prompts #i'm new #skam prompts #skam austin #skam italia #skam france #skam germany #druck #skam

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rileyblxu · 7 years

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Coming Back Around - a noorhelm fic

part 2 - a fic for your pure heart

happy birthday @noorasaethre

Noora’s words were hitting him like bricks, falling down on him from somewhere above. Her accusations were the only ones that had ever gotten to William, out of all of the people he knew (and he knew many), and were now getting to him like they never had before; like pieces of broken glass sticking into his heart, and then twisting.

She told him that many people endured hardships and yet they managed to smile and be kind, and his thoughts conjured up her face. And she was standing right in front of him, trying to make him stay; and he was standing there, facing her, and he was trying to get away.

She told him it was a choice; being the cold asshole he was being, was a choice. It was also a choice to let Niko destroy what they had, and suddenly there was a knot in his throat, and he couldn’t breathe.

His blood boiled at the mere mention of his brother’s name, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to look at Noora in the eyes. Everything was his fault. Noora had been through something no one should ever go through and it was his fault. How could he ever forgive himself?

And the words kept coming, but he was barely listening to them now. He felt underwater, when all the sounds you hear are but muffled whispers. He could hear Noora’s voice, but it felt distant and quiet, like he was.

Noora took a step toward him, chest to chest, cheek to cheek. She tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, her fingers burning a path up his cheekbone.

“Because people,” she whispered, following a thought William had missed completely, “need people,”

His mind recognized his own words in Noora’s lips. The tip of her nose was tracing figures on his cheek and she wanted him to look at her, but he didn’t.

“I love you,” she said, and William couldn’t figure out if it was a last resort. Her words, however, smelled true, or maybe it was just her familiarity, and the way her face fit perfectly against his face and how her eyes glistened when he looked at her for a split second.

“And you love me,” she added, not to contradict him when he said he didn’t, but because in that moment, Noora Sætre only spoke the truth of the world.

“We have to be together.” Another certainty of the universe, or at least spoken that way, and yet she sought confirmation: “Tell me we should be together,”

Her hand burned his jaw where she touched it, delicately trying to bring his eyes to hers.

They looked at each other then, and everything —the birds, the cars, the pressure of the world and time— went into a halt. It was almost a religious experience. Like two asteroids clashing together after centuries of missing each other. A celestial event. Her eyes shone bright with victory, a few strands of her hair falling in the way, but still no less powerful. She was a goddess, William thought, and she’d destroyed him.

It took every ounce of will that he had in him to walk away, and he found it in the strangest of places.

“I have to go,” he said.

And he did.

And he thanked the stars he hadn’t seen her last expression, at first surprised when faced with her unexpected failure to keep him close, but then broken and in the brink of tears.

He willed his eyes to look forward to the road and not behind him.

“Dude,” Chris said, eyes ahead, “are you sure you wanna do this?”

William looked at him without an answer, unsure of what he wanted. He couldn’t believe he’d actually managed to get in the car.

“Just drive,” he said instead.

Noora’s words still echoed in his mind, etching themselves into the deepest parts of him he’d only let her see. He had loved her. He still loved her; he just couldn’t let her know that, for some reason. He was willing to wallow in misery for the rest of his days in London if it meant Noora could be happy. That’s how he knew.

But then again, he was cold and selfish. Wether that was a choice or who he was, it was in that moment a part of him. He was selfish.

It was at a red light that it finally struck him: he’d gone to Noora not to say goodbye, or to let her explain, but because he wanted her to convince him to stay by her side. And it had taken a few moments longer than expected, but it’d worked.

“Go back,” William said in a monotone, eyes open like plates in realization.

“What?” Chris laughed in surprise, smiling in disbelief at his dumb friend when he realized William wasn’t that stupid, if a bit late.

“Go the fuck back, Chris!” William shouted, looking behind him at a clear road.

William’s pulse quickened faster than it ever had before. The logic behind his departure became rapidly illogical in his own eyes, and suddenly he couldn’t believe he’d been about to leave the only girl he’d loved in a long time.

“Ok, calm down, I’m gonna turn here—” Chris pointed to his right, just as the light turned yellow.

“Just put it in reverse, there’s no one behind us! Go!” William’s voice was so full of emotion Chris couldn’t do anything but oblige.

William’s mind was racing with thoughts of Noora and how much he loved her. All of the things they’d gone through invaded his mind, like a movie playing over and over, reminding him of both the good and the bad. After all he’d done to win her heart, after Noora had learned to trust him, had opened up and began loving him as well, he couldn’t give up. Not now that Niko was out of the picture. Not now that he’d realized none of that had been Noora’s fault.

Noora was facing away from him. She was talking on the phone to someone, and William’s heart ached at the possibilities: she could be cursing at him for having left her, or crying to a friend in need of support. He wouldn’t be able to handle Noora crying because of him. Not again.

He opened the car door, even before it came to a full stop, and he started walking. Chris swore loudly behind him, but now nothing mattered but Noora.

She was making her way back to the apartment, cluelessly walking away from William, and he hurried his pace so he could reach her, touch her, feel her sadness disappear before his eyes.

He remembered when Noora had ran after him, and how he’d left her behind, on the floor, crying and hopeless. The memory was like a punch to the stomach; it knocked the wind out of him and left him breathless and in pain. He would never again hurt her. Ever.

The tips of his fingers buzzed, eager as they reached for her shoulders. His strong hands grabbed at her shoulders, the soft fabric of her shirt crumbling under his fingers, and he turned her around.

William smiled when he saw her face. Her eyes were glossy and her expression sad, but as soon as her eyes recognized him, and her brain caught on to the fact that he was standing there, smiling and that he would stay, the most beautiful grin spread on her face, and William’s heart became so big, he thought it would explode.

There was no denying it. He loved her. She loved him. And they would be together. It was always thus, and always thus will be.

#KSHDJZFISH I HAD SO MANY EMOTIONS WRITING THIS I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT #noorhelm #skam #noora sætre #william magnusson #noora x william #noorasaethre #klau fic #coming back around #fanfiction #skam fanfiction #noorhelm fanfiction

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