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Lance Headcanon
  • lance takes anti-depressants and when they leave earth he doesn’t have the time to pack them
  • this doesn’t bother him too much at first but eventually it starts getting really bad
  • he thinks about asking allura and coran if they have any alien tech to recreate prescriptions but before he can act on anything he convinces himself that if he did they’d think less of him, be unable to, or he’d just be causing a burden (because we can’t have depressed lance without good-old anxiety filled lance now can we?)
  • this leads to a self destructive cycle that lasts a good while
  • his smile and personality that he keeps up become heavy and hard to maintain
  • he slowly stops eating and leaving his room except for missions
  • everyone gets very worried and try very hard to get him to open up or at least eat something
  • he comes out of his room one morning wearing pajamas that haven’t been washed in 3 weeks and with his hair unkempt and his face droopy
  • he eats about the equivalent of one space bagel before puking guts and dry-heaving in a grand display of deteriorating health and then promptly leaving
  • the next day when he comes out of his room for water he is meet with a blockade of voltron team/family preventing him from entering his room
  • they confront him in a comforting (but also mad and scared with a few) way
  • they get him to spill the beans about what started this and are sure there is some way to get him medication and that he should talk to them immediately if he has any problems
  • they find out later that he was genuinely considering suicide as an option and was near making a final decision before they confronted him

disclaimer: i do not take medication so if any of this sounds inaccurate, or if you just have something to add, be sure to reblog or say something on the post

KLANCE FIC REC LIST #1/?

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I know I never make original content but here we have it, a fic rec list from yours truely! I’ll say the rating and give the discription, and my opinion as well. Always check tags before reading! BTW these are not in order at all!!

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Every Colour You See

“Lance always wanted to be an artist. But after a car accident, he’s left with a rare disorder called monochromacy; making him unable to see any colour.
Keith is a rebellious foster kid with a photographic memory and a passion for drawing, making safe places in his art, pieced together through photos in his mind…”

Rating: Teen and Up, 13 Ch; 39K words, Ongoing TW: violence, panic attacks, car accidents, PTSD, check tags on work before reading.

My opinion: From whats there so far, it’s full of support for each other and full of equal panic and angst so read carefully.

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Not That Bad

“…College AU featuring coffee shops, silly rivalries, motorcycles, arcade games, friendships, and lots of warm, fluffy feelings that are both confusing and delightful all at the same time.”

Rating: Mature, 12 Ch; 68K words, complete TW: anxiety attacks

My Opinion: This whole work is amazing, it’s well written and it had motercycle Keith who doesn’t want that. Keith is shy, unrelated to Voltron, but the author made it work very well!

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On Thin Ice

“…This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.” 

Rating: Mature, 9 (long) Ch; 150K words, Ongoing TW: anxiety attacks, SLOWBURN

My Opinion: I can not get enough of this fic, it has me waiting for the next update with antcipation at all times of the day, do not read if you care about social life. It’s so well written that lance feels tangible tbh. You get sassy interactions and a deep backstory that’s been yet to be released, although I have some ideas…

ALSO: Please go check out @soottea and @wardenalistair the former being an offical artist and co auther to the later, they are amazing and answer questions and are just generally lovely people! you can look through the tag OTI on my tumblr for some art!

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Never Saw You Coming

“Three months in space on his own would have been fine. Three months in space with Lance McClain is a whole other fucking story.”

Rating: Mature, 1 (long) Ch; 47K words, Complete TW: anxiety attacks, Mental Torture, Slurs 

My Opinion: This fic was super sharp and harsh on Keith’s side of things, and it stays constant as you read through up until the very (very) end where everything falls into place and it all becomes soft. I love klance *swoons*

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What are you willing to do?

“They fuck in the Red Lion.”

Rating: Mature, 1 Ch;4K words, Complete 

My Opinion: It’s the discription tbh nothing aside from it, read the tags :*

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Don’t Break Connection, Baby

“Keith works part-time as a phone sex operator and receives a prank call from Lance. This does not go as planned for Lance. Thus begins the adventure of our dear sweet goofball continuing to call Keith to fuck with him (but not like fuck fuck with him…at least not yet)…”

Rating: Mature, 10 Ch; 38K words, Complete no major warnings but read the tags

My Opinion: This is so good, it has more plot than I expected and it’s actually super sweet. Keith does the hair thing and Lance falls for it as much as I do.

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Dirty Laundry

“Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance’s ‘fake boyfriend’.” 

Rating: Mature, 9 Ch; 85K words TW: Homophobic slurs, Anxiety, Violence 

My Opinion: SO GOOD, it moves at the perfect pace and you can watch them fall in love from miles away. It is amazing and theres so many times where it hurts to continue reading but you do anyway~

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call me, beep me

“(00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose?
(00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake?
(00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it?
(00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy…
(00:33) Cause, you know, her threes could very easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones?
(00:45) What
(00:46) The
(00:46) Fuck???
(00:47) Oh good, you are awake! “

Rating: General Audience, 10 Ch; 85K words 

My opinion: UgH this is so sweet and I am in love, they’re all in college I think and pidge and hunk are the best wingmen. 

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I bet you look good on the dancefloor

“So like in ‘Step Up’?”


Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in ‘Step Up’.”


The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance

still

doesn’t believe in dance camps”

Rating: Teen and Up, 7 Ch; 43K words TW: Shiro is shot, but he lives, 

My opinion: The dance fic everyone needs, and meme lance, pidge, hunk group.

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This is it for now, but I can assure you I’ll be back!! please message me about literally any of these fics, I love to discuss <3

OtaYuri fic recs #13

Since Tumblr now seems to be hiding content from creators that includes links to outside sources from the search results, reblogs to give these recs more visibility are greatly appreciated (~ ̄³ ̄)~

Neon Pink Motorcycle by goldheart, mature, 74.7k, soulmate AU

There are certain moments in Yuri Plisetsky’s life that he likes to forget happened at all. The time they were chased from the apartment, the landlord angrily spitting and waving threateningly at them when his mother couldn’t produce enough money for rent. Babushka’s funeral. The first time he fell in competition.

He cannot forget that, under the black band he wears around his wrist like a shield, his soulmark may as well be nonexistent.

We need our blood stirred by StrikerEureka, explicit, 3.7k, WIP, Otabek/Yuri/JJ

Part 2 of the So young and cinematic series

Otabek and Yuri want more from JJ but first they have to figure out how they fit.

“I like you,” JJ says, voice cracking again.

Yuri’s eyes flick to Otabek’s for a moment before he cups JJ’s cheek in his hand. It’s so gentle, so careful, that Otabek couldn’t look away from it, even if he wanted to. Yuri’s fingertips brush the wetness on his cheekbone away.

“Maybe I like you too,” Yuri tells him quietly

Sunshine by crescendotayuri, explicit, 3.5k

The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful morning, and Otabek accidentally finds out about Yuri’s praise kink.

We Know the Way Each Door Swings Open by verity, explicit, 3k

Part 2 of the someone on the dancefloor, waiting just for you series

Yuri smiles up at him, mischievous. “You were thinking too hard.” He grinds up against Otabek, cock already half-hard beneath his sweatpants. “Don’t be gentle with me. I can take it.”

“I know you can,” says Otabek.

Start of Everything by  onotherflights , mature, 3.8k

He didn’t realize someone could fall in love with their best friend, but watching Yuri light a sparkler and chase the other Yuuri around his own garden made something click. The way he threw his head back in laughter, his hair and his face equally lit in the golden twilight. It was just a little ache in his heart, something he hadn’t felt before. It confused him, made him furrow his brows together.

Or; Otabek has tried really hard to be good enough for everyone in his life, but Yuri is easy to please.

Otabek Altin’s Guide on How to Say No to Yuri Plisetsky by asukaJudesarahyyy, teen, 4.5k

Five times Otabek says no to Yuri, and the one time he doesn’t.

Why Can’t I Touch It? by BoxWineConfessions, mature, 7k, high school AU, warning: underage

Part 3 of the Heart Break Beat series

Otabek writhes against the sheets to get his sweats pulled down, and Yuri can hear the grunt of frustration in his voice. Yuri can feel the movements of his wrist. The mattress rolls and creaks with every single pump of his wrist. Yuri can’t help himself. He pulls his own half hard cock from his pajama bottoms and mimics the slow motions of his fist.

Yuri comes first. Then Otabek. Otabek moves for a tissue immediately. Yuri isn’t sure what to do. They’re not supposed to do this when the other person is still awake.

Watching by Perpetual Motion (perpetfic), teen, 1.2k

Otabek gets chilly in Russia; Yuri helps him warm up.

A golden link by Muspell, explicit, 7.3k

Part 4 of the Hardbacked and Leatherbound series

One thing is to go see your boyfriend DJ surrounded by a crowd of complete strangers, but this… Yuri needs to get away, and tugging and the slim piece of jewelry hanging from his waist, he has quite a vivid plan in his mind.

We’re All in Our Private Traps by kanekki, mature, 2.6k, mafia AU

“Beka, it hurts,” Yuri whimpered, breathing labored, “Please, make it stop.”

There are a lot of things that Otabek can forgive. But this isn’t one of them. Someone had hurt his Yura. Someone, some filth, had hurt his kitten. And they weren’t going to live for very long.

Get a Life by Blownwish, explicit, 3.5k, warning: daddy kink

“All you do is either skating or cat related.” And stalking-related.

Yuri retreats into the darkness. “I do you, fuckface.”

Oh, come on. He’s such a child about this. “Sex is as much of a hobby as eating. It doesn’t count.”

“Beka!” He slams his fist down. “I swear to the Holy Virgin Mother, if you do not stop pestering me about this bullshit, I will tell JJ you say his name when I blow you.”

“That was just one time.”

“It counts.”

“I was telling you he was in the locker room…”

“It totally counts!”

Don’t Tell Me How to Live My Life Okay by 777335, general audiences, 2.6k

Part 4 of the yuri can’t even with otabek sometimes series

“Okay, don’t freak out, Be–” Yuri decides to start off, given Otabek’s proclivity to internal emotional turmoil, “—okay you’re definitely already doing that.” Otabek doesn’t react; his mouth is hanging open slightly, but no other expression crosses his face. “Yo, Beka.” Yuri snaps his fingers at the screen. “Oh, for fucks sake, Beka.” He huffs, and then pokes his laptop camera, “Is facetime frozen.” He monotones, sticking out his tongue, scrunching up his features, “Can you see me, am I paused, Beka?”

“Yura?” Otabek asks, clearing his throat.

“Uhhhhhhh, yeah, dickwad. Who else?” Yuri tries not to fidget, self-conscious.

5 Books on Women in Craft and Design
A Shelfie from Kayleigh Perkov, Graduate Intern at the Getty Research Institute

Hi, I’m Kayleigh Perkov, graduate intern in Web and New Media/Digital Art History at the Getty Research Institute. I’m an art historian and am currently finishing up my doctoral dissertation on the integration of digital technology into craft practice in the late 1960s and early 1970s. I first started focusing on craft and design because it has such a rich—and sometimes contentious—history of engaging with women makers. In the last few years this scholarship has only become stronger and more vibrant, so to celebrate Women’s History Month, here are some of the books that inspire me about women in craft and design.

The Pink Glass Swan: Selected Essays on Feminist Art by Lucy R. Lippard. (The New Press, 1995).

This book is creased for a reason; I come back to it constantly. Written by one of the foremost art critics of the latter half of the 20th century, Lucy Lippard tackles art and feminist politics in this anthology. Of particular personal interest is “Making Something From Nothing (Towards a Definition of Women’s ‘Hobby Art’).” In this essay, Lippard complicates the standard art/craft hierarchy and ideas of cultural respectability.

Bauhaus Weaving Theory: From Feminine Craft to Mode of Design by T’ai Smith. (University of Minnesota Press, 2014). 

Art historians have long noted how women in the Bauhaus were encouraged to specialize in fiber or clay, mediums associated with traditional concepts of femininity. In this book, Smith neither laments this fact nor endeavors to boost these mediums. Instead, she engages with a collection of understudied theoretical writings from the Bauhaus weaving workshop, offering a new lens to understand the works and process of weaving.

String, Felt, Thread: The Hierarchy of Art and Craft in American Art by Elissa Auther. (University of Minnesota Press, 2009).

Auther offers an alternative history of American art in the 1960s and ‘70s, told through an engagement with textiles and fiber. Studying both feminists who valorized fiber—such as Faith Ringgold and Miriam Shapiro—and the use of fiber as material in the work of minimalist and post-minimalist artists—such as Robert Morris—Auther offers her own answers to the age-old question of why some works are considered “art” and others “craft.”

Live Form: Women, Ceramics, and Community by Jenni Sorkin. (University of Chicago Press, 2016). 

Sorkin provides a new historical grounding for contemporary participatory and socially engaged art by focusing on three major figures in postwar ceramics: Marguerite Wildenhain; Mary Caroline Richards; and Susan Peterson. In this book, Sorkin makes an important methodological, as well as historical, intervention. She asserts that ceramics as a field is less about the objects themselves, and more about the act of making, which connects both to theories of pedagogy and performance.

Women Designers in the USA, 1900-2000: Diversity and Differences by Pat Kirkham. (Yale University Press, 2002).

An anthology edited by the influential design historian Pat Kirkham, this book is one I continually find myself reaching for in the early stages of a new project. Need an introduction to the work of women in fashion design or metals? You can find it in here. I particularly value this book because it explores the work of women across a spectrum of making, from one-off craft objects to mass-produced goods designed for the commercial market.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I love your blog! I was wondering if you had any stereo ficus where they are professional athletes either on the same or different teams and they hook up or are in a relationship but still in the closet and have to hide it?

Hey there Nonny!  Going to assume you meant Sterek, NOT Stereo (mostly because there are no hidden relationship sports au Stereo fics, someone fill that void!).  I am SO not a sports person, but somehow love sports aus?  lol  All of these should have a secret relationship, or at least on the downlow, and have both of them playing sports.  Enjoy!  -Emmy

Originally posted by somanysituations

Sox and Bombers by Nanoochka 

(17,449 I Explicit I Complete)  *baseball au

They didn’t normally discuss their games in deference to the sanctity of their respective teams and the ancient Yankees/Red Sox rivalry, but Derek had to admit it was nice to combine shoptalk and pillow talk with someone who understood. Still, Stiles was the enemy, even if Derek did spend an awful lot of time consorting with him. If by consorting you meant fucking him into the mattress.

Extra Innings by tuesdaymidnight 

(37,641 I Explicit I Complete)   *baseball au

Stiles Stilinski is a minor league baseball catcher who just got promoted. Derek Hale is a star major league pitcher with a knee injury who just got sent down to the minors. Stiles is drawn to Derek, but the further invested he gets, the more questions arise. Why does team owner Chris Argent have it out for Derek? Why is Derek so emotionally constipated? And what the hell is Coach Finstock going on about? Minor league baseball has more intrigue than Stiles ever imagined.

Goal Line by TyReed

(39,069 I Mature I Complete)  *football au

After losing a bet with his best friend, super-dork Stiles Stilinksi is forced to play one semester of football for the Beacon Hills High School “Silver Wolves”.  While reluctant, Stiles is never one to go back on a deal, and follows through with the bet.  After all, it’s just for one season.  

The only problem?  

Stiles is apparently the best kicker the school (or state) has seen in over 50 years.  

With the town, the coaching staff, the school, and his team all cheering him on and giving him a circle of friends he’d never though possible before, how is Stiles going to fit in with this new crowd of people he’d always hated?  How is Stiles going to live through this season, the training, and is he going to be the player everyone thinks he can be?   What happens when the season is over, and Stiles can leave the team with the bet ended?

Though at the forefront of his mind, how is he supposed to keep his life-long crush on star Quarterback (and one of his newest friends), Derek Hale, in check?

Love All by tattooedsiren 

(47,602 I Explicit I Complete)   *tennis au

When Stiles Stilinksi steps foot onto Court 8 at Roland Garros, it’s everything he’s been dreaming of for the last nine years, and everything his life has been building towards since the first time he held a tennis racquet in his hands fourteen years ago.

It’s kinda funny, Stiles thinks, that his first game in a Grand Slam (that’s right, he’s playing in a freaking Grand Slam) is against a fellow American. Hell, he’s a fellow Californian. Derek Hale is slightly taller than him, his face is stubbled and just as grumpy in real life as he’s seen in numerous photos and video coverage. And yeah, in any other circumstance Stiles might admit that the stubble and general sense of ‘stay the hell away from me’ totally works for him. But right now it’s just intimidating as fuck.

Versus by secondstar 

(94,521 I Explicit I Complete)  *football/soccer au

At age nineteen, Stiles Stilinski was the next big thing, according to The Guardian. It was surreal, not being able to turn on Sky Sports without hearing his name mentioned along with the names of players he grew up idolizing. Stiles couldn’t believe that this was his life. 

Two Minutes and Holding by captaintinymite (augopher) 

(117,988 I Explicit I WIP)  *hockey au

There were three things college hockey players Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski knew for certain. 1) Their lives revolved around hockey, 2) They were madly in love, and 3) Derek was so far in the closet he might never find his way out.

They’d been together for two years now, and for two years they’d been a secret with only a few people knowing about them. Yet Derek’s fear kept them from moving forward: fear of his family’s rejection, fear of his sexuality tanking his father’s career, fear of the rampant homophobia in professional sports. The ruse was growing thin.

Something had to give.  

Or: The story of how one epic NCAA Championship run and college, served as the backdrop for some of life’s great hardships.

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The girl who lost things | A RebelCaptain modern!AU

There was once a girl with her head full of dreams
she wondered around, in her yellow machine.
The world was her home because hers was lost,
until one day a Captain her road crossed.
He was a cynic and and his dream were gone cold,
her heart full of hope turned his back into gold.
But she was the girl who kept losing things,
afraid of his love, she fled one day of spring.
He never gave up and the whole world he roamed,
until he finally found her and gave her a home.

headcanon that Wilford Warfstache sucks at spelling, and often writes writes how he speaks, or as if autocorrect gave up on him:

“III~….. WilFOORD WaAarfstaaache-”

or:

“the Auther friggen sucks LOL im KOOLER than. him”

misawa; mafia au

There is palpable tension in the room when Sawamura enters. It feels like he can cut it with a knife and serve it on a plate; it runs thick and dark and he swallows his nervousness back in an attempt to look composed.

It is his first job after his training and it is sending him right down the rabbit hole. He had been specifically inquired after, his coach had said, after being explicitly recommended for the position.

“It’s your character – your loyalty and your resilience,” his coach had explained and Sawamura had agreed because he is the last person to ever back down on a difficult job. This is how he ended up under the same roof with no one else but Miyuki Toku, one of the most powerful and intimidating men of the modern business world.

When the door clicks shut behind his back, he isn’t spared even a glance.

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Alexander Ludwig x Girlfriend!Reader

Warning: None!

Auther note: for the sake of my sanity and because it drives me crazy writing Y/N, I’m giving the readers names! So if you place a request don’t forget to add a name you want and if not I’ll pick one out! + Reader outfits and onesie will be in a separate post

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Pulling into the parking lot of your local grocery store you couldn’t help but get excited, you had been planning Alexander’s surprise party for over a week with the help of the Vikings cast.  getting out of the car you grabbed your bag and fixed your cardagin as you looked around to see where Alex and Marco had parked,  they had volunteered to help you get the last minute things and pick up the cake while the others had stayed behind to decorate the house, Katheryn and Gustaf had the job of distracting Zander.

Spotting Alex and Marco, you waved to get their attention as you walked over. Side hugging them, you grinned. “Hey thank you guys so much for all your help this week, I know it hasn’t been easy but i appreciate it so much.“  smiling in return, they hugged you back as you all walked into the store. “It’s no problem, we are happy to help our beautiful sister.” Alex said, nudging your side playfully as Marco wrapped his arm around your neck. “yeah after all what’s family for if they can’t help you out!”

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Running into the living room from the kitchen, you had received a text from Katheryn saying that they were about to pull into the driveway. “Ok everyone to your places they’re about to pull in!” jumping up, everyone ran to find a place to hide as you rushed to turn off the lights. Waiting in silence, you could all hear them talking as they approached the door. Opening the door, they stepped inside.

“Why are all the lights off? Is Natalie-”

“Surprise!!!”

Jumping out, you turned on the lights as Alexander jumped back in surprise as he looked around at everyone.  Laughing, you run up to give him a hug and a quick peck on the lips. “ happy birthday baby” grinning, he kissed you back and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Did you plan all this?” he questioned. “I had some help- ok a lot of help!” you said, nodding your head in the direct of all your friends, who were smiling as they waited to greet the birthday boy.

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The party had been going on for about 3 hours now, Alexander was playing a game with Jordan against Alex and Gustaf as you sat in the kitchen talking with Katheryn and Marco. “So are you going to tell him tonight?” she whispered, glancing towards the living room as you took a sip of the water Marco handed you. “Yes, but I’m kinda nervous what if he doesn’t-” “Natalie! Alexander says he’s ready to receive his gifts!” Travis yelled, peaking around the corner at you. Smiling, you nodded setting your cup down. “Ok I’ll be right there!”


Heading into the living where he was receiving his gifts from everyone, you sat on the couch next to him with your present. Smiling at you, he opened the present from Alex. So far he had received clothes from Katheryn, a game system from Travis, video games from Marco, just to list a few. After receiving the rest of his gifts from everyone, he looked to you with a grin. Scooting over slightly, you handed over the box. smiling nervously, you bit your lip, watching as he opened it.

A look of confusion crossed his face as he pulled out a black onezie that had his picture on it with writing over the top, it said ‘my dad’s a viking.’ reading the top, he slowly lowers the onesie down and looked at you in shock. “Ar-are you serious?…” he asked, standing up and moving closer to you. Standing up as well, you nodded slowly, looking in his eyes. Laughing slightly, he moved to hug you tightly but seemed to stop himself at the last minute, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. “Baby this is the best gift you ever could have given me, I love you so much.” leaning down he pressed his lips against yours as you stood on your tippy toes to meet him half way. Everyone else began cheering and clapping as Alex videoed the whole thing. Pulling back, he grinned at you. “This is a birthday present I’ll never forget…”

The Consequence

Part 2 of The Rules Need To Change
Magical AU

There was a lot of questions.

A lot.

Joe wanted to know everything and anything he could think of, but the biggest thing I had noticed after revealing myself to him? He accepted it.

When I first realized that he wasn’t scared, or running away, that he was just surprised, and understandably skeptical, I had pulled him into a kiss, almost laughing.

Then the questions started.

The first was of course to prove it, which wasn’t difficult to do since our dinner was cooking on the stove. But Joe had watched with amazement as it began to continue cooking and prepping itself while we stood there.


Over the next few days, which were constantly filled with questions from Joe, I had been cautious.

Constantly looking over my shoulder, worrying that the council would suddenly summon me, and then strip me of my power.

Because I had done the one thing that was practically beat into you from a young age: I had revealed myself to a human.

I, of course, had pleaded with Joe to not tell anyone.


“It’s incredibly important you tell no one, Joe. Do you understand? No one. Not your sister, not your mum or dad, or even Caspar. You can’t tell anyone.”

“Relax, Y/N.” He had laughed, pulling me into a hug. “I won’t tell anyone. Not that anyone would believe me anyways…”

I had relaxed into the embrace, my arms snaking around his waist, “I know, it’s just really important you don’t.”

“What will happen?”

That was the one thing, I hadn’t told Joe what would happen if he told others. I hadn’t even told him the possible consequence of me telling him.

“People will just think you’re crazy.” I had replied instead, smiling up at him.

“I already am.”


A month passed, a long and blissful month, and there had still been no word from the Elder Council.

I was getting concerned.

Even Joe had picked up on it.

“Y/N,” He snapped his fingers in front of my face, “Love, you’re magic.” He pointed to the side, where my magic had been reorganizing the bookshelf.

“Sorry,” I smiled sheepishly at him, reeling in the tendrils of magic. I had been more open with using it around him, not hiding it from his sight, at least while we were at home.

“You’re nervous. Why?”

“I’m not.”

“You reorganize stuff when you’re nervous.” Joe replied flatly.

“Do I?”

“Talk to me.” He reached out, our fingers lacing together. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” I assured him, “I think it’s just work stressing me out.”

“You aren’t hiding another secret from me, are you?”

“Of course not.”

If magic had a face, it would be giving me a judging look right about then.

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ID #92102

Name: Jawaher
Age: 23
Country: UAE

My name means jewelry in Arabic.

I’ll be 24 this sep.
I graduated from collage a year ago and currently teaching from home.
I live in a very small town outside sharjah city
I loooove reading, my favourite authers are Agatha Christie, Dan brown, j. K. Rolling, George martin, and other Arab authers of course

My favourite tv series now is game of thrones, I’m obsessed with harry potter

I like reading about other cultures and meeting new people,
I really don’t know wjat else to say about myself, really bad at this stuff haha

Preferences: I’d like to talk to people close to my age 21-27