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Victory was sweet. Now that she had Matthews firmly in hand and expecting to hear news of her father’s killer eradicated any day now, who could fault Amari for wanting to celebrate. She was sure someone would but for now, she was going to enjoy herself.
“Enjoying yourself?”
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starter for @scmethinginlatin ♥ “Do you think showing up at the pub this late is a good idea?” asked the young blond wizard as he gazed up at his twin, who however had a rather playful mischievous expression on his face when he put an arm over his brother’s shoulder. “Oh Simon, your thoughts are only stuck at work. Are you afraid of meeting the wrong person in a dangerous bar?” Daniel asked him, while Simon only smiled moderately at the joke, but his expression showed uncertainty. “It's not that ... but, I mean, it's already so late, they're sure to close soon and don't want to serve new guests.” answered Simon while Daniel just grinned at him. “What are they going to do, throwing us to Azkaban? That's their job to serve people and they sure wouldn’t complain for more income. But don't worry, we're only staying for one drink.” soothed his brother, knowing that he shouldn't test Simon's good soul too much and that he easily got a guilty conscience for the smallest things, so he wouldn’t tease too badly. They walked through the snowy path on the way to a rather nondescript pub, The Hopping Pot, which was outside of central London, before they could find it and enter the pub. Candles lit the room, a handful of people were still there, but they all looked as if they were going to leave soon because they already had one or the other drink too much. The twins spoke a meek ‘Good Evening’ to greet the round as they entered, while Simon hid his face in his jacket and kept his head down, as he was very uncomfortable arriving late shortly before the end of the day. Soo enough the twins would find a free spot near the windows, taking off their jackets and either placed them around the chair or neatly folded it on their lap. Simon kept his head a little dipped as Daniel exchanged the orders with the waiter, ordered a Dragon Scale for himself, while his twin quietly announced that he only wanted a Butterbeer and couldn’t look up to the waiter yet, though kindly, but very quitely spoke a small ‘Thank You’ towards him.
“What’s the issue? We’re inside and didn’t get yelled at, just got a funny look from the waiter.” spoke Daniel once their order has been taken care of and the two had to wait a little while. “H-He did?” murmured Simon as his head immediately shot upwards and finally managed to look after the person who just were standing at their table, concern was to be seen in his eyes. “I have to apologize once we’re finished, you better do to, and please don’t discuss this out with me just... do me this favor, okay?” spoke the wizard a little nervously, as his brother just rose his hands in an innocent gesture. “I will, I promise.” answered Daniel smiling.
Though, the longer Simon allowed himself to observe the waiter in the distance, he couldn’t help himself but to notice that something seemed off compared to the other colleagues who remained with him - he seemed to avoid the others and overall appeared to be one of the quiet ones, as Simon wasn’t sure either if this was just the usual exhaustion on his face before his shift would end, or if this one was a rather troubled soul.
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@kgsehun
jun is learning how to be herself, truly and fully. she’s learning how to feel like herself, dress like herself. most of all, jun is learning how to express herself.
ever since returning from mexico, she’s donned the skirts, high heels, fake boobs and make up more times than she can count. whether it’s to do with her having spent almost a week in such outfits or the fact that her emotional state of mind is a little off these days (courtesy of a certain indecisive male) she doesn’t know, and she doesn’t quite stop to think about it either. because being herself is so much fun, and getting attention from other people (positive attention, mind you) for the way she dresses or looks is a thrill all on its own.
but of course that level of fun comes with an unexpected added downside that she actually should have seen coming; a series of creeper guys expressing their interest in her and questioning her way too personally.
not that she’s afraid - she can probably take each and every single one of them in a fight, after all - but she’s not going out just to beat up all the creeps on the block. which is why she usually comes up with this or the other often-used excuse to get out of the situation and save herself the trouble.
but some days that doesn’t work out. like when you’re taking a walk through the park, for instance, clad in a knee-length comfortable fleece dress with scarf that clearly indicates you’re there for a walk outside rather than on your way to somewhere important that you really can’t be late for.
the only saviour nearby is a young male sitting leisurely on a bench and jun can safely say she’s never seen him before. she would usually be more polite and either go for a simple hug first or just go sit next to him pretending to know him, but the level of creep the guy next to her exudes makes her pretty certain she’s going to need more than that to scare him off.
and so, when her eyes fall upon the young male, she shifts her expression into a happy one, then politely greets the (quite old, she might add) male at her side goodbye before almost skipping over to the bench.
“oppaaaaaa~” she drawls out as she comes closer, all smiles and joy and warmth. it’s the only warning the guy gets for what she’s about to do, because the next moment she’s sat down on the bench next to him, arms easily sneaking around his neck and upper body leaning in to close the distance between them. not a heartbeat later, her lips land atop that of the stranger, and she can only hope that he’ll either be too shocked to yell at her or understand her situation and play along.
eternal damnation *
jonghyun did expect something like this would happen. at some point. but he’d expected that point to be a bit further down the line, not so soon after graduating with his bachelor’s degree. yet here he is, in a tuxedo, ready to make his own engagement official. how long has he known this woman? well he’s less than five minutes away from meeting her. what makes her the right choice? he doesn’t even know. for as far as jonghyun is concerned, she is not the right choice. nobody is the right choice because he doesn’t want to get married. or engaged. or even into a relationship.
having a girl in his life for one evening is about as long as he can manage. by the time morning comes around he usually hopes they’ll have left before he wakes, otherwise he kindly requests them to leave. he doesn’t do mornings after. he doesn’t do listening to their wailing and complaining either. so why in heaven’s name did his father ever think an engagement was a good idea? it goes beyond him. but if his father says it’s the thing to do, that’s what he’ll do. for now.
the girl he’s set to marry walks in. jonghyun lets his eyes feast. she’s definitely good-looking. his father didn’t get him the ugliest one he could find at least. it doesn’t change how he feels about the engagement, but it does change how he feels about the girl herself. the smile he sends her is genuine, interest sparks in his eyes.
if there is a chance he can take her to bed he will. no hesitations. regardless of the entire situation.
he bows politely at who he presumes are her parents, then a bit more flourished at her, keeping up appearances for his father’s sake. he takes hold of her hand and places a chaste kiss on the back of her fingers. ‘it is a pleasure to meet you, miss song.’ a real pleasure indeed. he hasn’t seen such a sight for sore eyes in a while, but can only hope that this one is going to be a little bit of fun at the very least. before he finds a way to break off the engagement, of course.
he guides the young woman over to the table they’ll be dining at and pulls back her chair so she can sit. part of him thinks of pulling the chair away entirely right as she’s about to sit down and watching her fall to the floor, but he decides against it. those are the kind of things he’ll be doing when nothing else has worked and he just needs to make her parents so offended that they’ll refuse to let him marry their daughter. for now, he just helps her sit, then takes his own spot at the table opposite of her.
all prim and proper, ready to have a normal dinner and impress the so-called future in-laws. the better he gets to know them, the easier it will be to find a way to cancel the entire arrangement, after all.
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@sophiapeletiier
avoiding the saviors in their home, that was rather...hard. after the chain of events that left the man dead and everyone watchin negan killed him. everyone was edge, not knowing what to do or who to trust. eliza had her eyes always peeled for her and her little brother. they were orphans, had been for nearly two years. walking around as her brother slept in their ‘room’ she found her eyes landing on girl. ‘no, that can’t be right’ she thought to herself, no way was it sophia. “s-sophia?” she questioned. she thought maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her.
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the frog prince | moshe + miko | chapter 1
Moshe had never been to Europe, so he had never been given the chance to look around a castle. Especially one as splendid at this. It almost made him forget that this was all fake, and he was certainly not in Europe. (Or was he? Cilestino was European. Who knew where they all were.)
Returning to the main hall, he felt like he could hear something... familiar. It brought him back to those days of running around in shorts and a sunhat, waving his net around to catch bugs and critters. It was unmistakably the sound... of a frog.
He looked down, and sure enough, there was one. A real frog. It had a crown on its head, which wasn't the weirdest thing he'd seen, but it was weird.
"Poor nar. I almost stepped on you."
He crouched down and picked up the frog. It ribbited, and Moshe, chanted back, "kero kero kero".
Hearing footsteps, he turned in their direction, hair swishing like a black waterfall.
"Oh, Miko-kun. Look what I found."
“You know, taverns haven’t evolved much, have they? Overpriced, under-stocked, always the same sort of people---Like to imagine the drink quality has improved, though. Guess that’s what really matters, eh?”
