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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ plot: a college student who was as sweet as cotton candy and a professor who was as stern as a dean somehow make the perfect recipe for success. It is Aurora Lennonsburns begging of the year essay. she wants more than anything to become an English professor like her favorite teacher Mr.Hiddelston. Though mean and sour she loves the way he teaches she finds his lessons quite insightful and useful. She finally picks a title for her essay. She calls it enchanting. It almost matches her topic about the connection between humans. Mr.Hiddleston is impressed with her work. And for the first time, aurora puts down her book and starts to pay attention to her surroundings. but what if there was another interest, a small-town boy who was in a diner just making it by. The two seem to havean odd little fling. and Mr. Hiddleston doesn’t like that. 

warnings: this book contains age gaps, drinking, smoking, family problems, mental illness, etc please tell me if you find something i should add to this list! :)

☄. *. ⋆chapter 4: thanks seb.  A week later...

pov:aurora canonsburg

I love mornings. It was an odd thing to love but the morning sun is something I always just adored. I and Lily share a dorm and something I can say about it is that one side is way cleaner than the other. I'm not claiming I'm neat or something but my side compared to Lil's is just like night and day. 

Dirty piles of clothes lingered on her bed, messy side tables, and her desk was cluttered. But that was something I loved about Lily. Her mess. She's never been ashamed of being messy. She actually embraced her mess. Something I believe people should do more often. I don't think being messy actually makes a person less. It doesn't make them less capable, less structured, or less organized. It's that person's organization. I don't like when teachers would yell at kids for being messy. What was wrong with it? It always just seemed to frustrate me. 

Mornings. Why do I love them? The symbol of beginnings. Nothing ever can end in the morning. You can only begin.

My body felt stiff sitting in my bed, as much as I love mornings waking up was not my favorite part of them. 

I had work today. I work part-time at the diner but before that I had tutoring. Seb gave me the job after a long month of job hunting. I really looked everywhere for a job. The library which I really wanted to work in. But they had no openings. I checked a local cafe, but I lacked experience. A waitress at this really fancy restaurant was too far from campus. So Seb offered me a job as a waitress after I begged him for a job. 

He said no at first. Of course. 

But I'm persistent. And after a week of crocodile tears, I went to the diner way too much and told him how poor I was. He cracked like how he cracked his eggs. 

So every Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday I work in the mornings. I do the basics, cleaning tables, taking and serving people's dishes, and helping behind the counter. Sebastian kind of works a one-man show. So for me to even get a job was like a small gift from heaven itself. 

Stretching my arms in front of me I intertwine my fingers and pull myself forward giving myself a good healthy stretch. Hearing a couple of pops of relief from my shoulder was my signal to now lift my arms above my head and imitate the same actions as before. Finally feeling less tense in my joints. 

Sighing in contentment I stretch my legs over my bed finally being able to start the day. 

I have a routine, something that will never change. A part of me always craved this stability. A lot of people do. But for me that everyday consistency was all I ever dreamed of. That's why after college I'm going to start teaching and build up my writing portfolio. I want to publish my first book so hopefully, in the far future, I will be able to create my own publishing company. And then I want a family. Maybe just me and my husband living soundly in a house in the woods with our two dogs and cat. And we would name the two dogs, Daisy and Finagin, for the cat. Which I pray to be white and fluffy, to be named milk. And they would all be friends. It sounds like the perfect little life. Simple life. The good life. 

My feet dragged across my cold dorm room, Lily wasn't where she stayed the night at Chris's house. I never met Chris though the one thing I was sure of about him is that Lily was utterly and crazily obsessed with him. She tells me that he is the most caring and selfless guy. I hope so. She deserves someone selfless, caring, and loving. She deserves the world. I wouldn't be here without Lily. 

I hope she knows that. 

Making it to my small thrift store dresser I pulled out from the top a pink pleated mini skirt, with a plain long sleeve top. Sliding the rickety dresser closed I walk over to Lily and I's shared closet. My site is full of chunky cardigans and sundresses and Lil's is packed with every cocktail dress you can think of. She is the best and always lets me borrow one for formals. Taking the hanger with my white cable knit cardigan I gently remove the sweater and place the hanger back.

Walking back to my bed I place my clothes on there before leaving the room to go to the communal bathroom; 

I hate the communal bathroom. 

Could just be me, but the slight idea of sharing a bathroom with strangers gives the complete ick feeling. Luckily I had my slippers on. I wobbly entered the bathroom, my feet dragging to our cubbies that held our toiletries. Grabbing my pink bag I walk over to the sink and proceed with the simple morning routine. 

Brushing my teeth, face wash, lotion, and deodorant. 

The typical morning stuff, I looked in the mirror noticing my hair was still braided in pigtails. They were a bit damp from my shower last night. Pulling the hair ties at the end I undid the braids and gave my head a slight brushing and decided that it was good enough. I slathered a pinkish eyeshadow on my eyelids and did the same with my blush. Brushing on a coat of mascara I finished the look with a bit of lip gloss. Rubbing my lips together while cleaning the toiletries I scattered across the sink. Placing the bag into the cubby I went back to my dorm ready to dress. 

The best thing about Sebstians job is no uniform. Whatever you have is what you consider a uniform. He gave me a waist apron so I could put a notepad, pens, and straws in. It was quite an easy job. Plus he pays pretty well. 

Shuffling to my bed I slipped off my white soft pants alongside a giant pink t-shirt that had a tiny kitten on it. Plucking my head through the long sleeve of my shirt hole I stuff myself by popping my arms through the sleeves. Snatching the pink skit off my unmade bed I place each of my legs through jumping around a bit trying to fit my thighs through. I zip the side of the skirt and put on white socks before seizing my cardigan and letting the chunky sweater engulf my body. 

I love chunky sweaters. They can just hide your whole being. The thick material makes you feel like you are wrapped in a weighted blanket. 

Quickly fixing my bed, I rush and shove my converse onto my feet and grab my tote bag and dorm keys. I rush out of my dorm. 

I have tutoring at three I'll just ask seb if I can leave then. I didn't really feel like I needed tutoring. I can work on time management on my own, it's not like it's rocket science. But I promised Lil I would do it. And Dr.Hiddelston said if I didn't like it I could always just leave. I let out a small huff, as I walked down the stairs. 

There were so many stairs. Hearing each tap of my foot hit the stairs placed me in a small trance. I just focused on that sound. 

Making it toward the end of the stairs I give one last little hop before pushing the glass door of the dorm exit. I walked for a bit until I made it to the main part of town finally exiting the campus. 

A slight vibration in my pocket made me jolt as my body adjusted to the cold temperature. 

"Ms.Canonsburg it's quite early for you to be out?" a familiar voice distracted me from my phone. 

Whipping my head up only to be met by Dr.Hiddelston. His lean build made him look very pretty. He wore a simple button-up in its usual white color, his pants were different, a little funny for him but for some reason I liked it on him. He sported salmon-colored pants. I suited him well. His toned legs looked like models in those pants. He always looked like he walked right out of one of those fancy designer stores. His simple gray shoes tied the look together. I couldn't help but stare. Slick hair made him look like a million dollars. He was so enchanting. 

A small cough broke me out of my trance, "Dr. Hiddelston! Sorry I got lost in thought...What did you say?" 

A deep chuckle caused my cheeks to heat up quickly, "I asked,'' What are you doing this early?" 

"I could ask the same couldn't I?" I answered a bit too quickly and confidently. His eyebrows rose quickly while a smirk brushed on his lips. 

"Good retort, I'm out to the small diner to get some coffee. I have a class to teach in two hours so I thought maybe I should go on a small stroll," He said amused, making my embarrassment fly to a level ten. 

Diner? 

"Wait, you are going to the rock-in-diner?" I ask quickly, losing my embarrassment. 

A small smile tugged on the corners of his rosy lips, "I believe that's what the place is called." 

Mimicking his actions I place my hands on my hips, rocking back and forth on my toes, "Guess we are going in the same direction!" 

His brows now pluck up in confusion, "how's that?" 

"I work there!" I exclaim a bit too proudly. I wanted to brag about how I know the owner and how we are practically best friends plus I get free coffee. 

A chuckle escaped his lips making me feel a bit bad. What if he thought working at a diner was a pathetic job.

"That's great if you have a job, do you enjoy where you work then?" 

The question brought up a surge of energy, "I do! My friend owns the place, he's a great cook! And a bit silly but a really great friend of mine." 

"Your boss treats you well then?" Dr.Hiddelston's soft voice asked, looking down at me a bit from his tall height. 

"Of course!" I exclaim Seb was the best boss. Stern boss, messy boss, oh and a bit crazy. But heck it made the job a lot more enjoyable for me at least. 

"That's good to hear whoever it is must be very lucky to have you as an employee," He praised stuffing his hands in salmon-colored pants. 

Goodness, he was pretty. 

"I think he knows," I joke mostly to myself. 

A smirk cracked on my professor's lips. He looked quite amused at my response. It made me feel good that he liked my joke. 

"Well, then we are both going in the same direction. Do you mind being my guide Ms.Cannosburg?" he asked kindly. 

"I wouldn't mind at all!" I say happily taking a little skip to signal he could start walking. I guess today was a great morning. I usually walk to work on my own. But now I have Dr.Hiddelston. 

The both of us walked in a comforting silence, my eyes could not help but trail over to him. He started his long legs pacing miles in front of mine. He had a continental smile. 

"So you are coming this evening for your tutoring?" he questioned his thick accent, cutting off the comfortable silence. 

"Mhm," I answered a little less enthusiastically than the previous questions he asked before. I played with a broken string of my skirt pulling and twisting it around my fingers. 

"What's the matter, darling?" I heard his soft voice integrated. The both of us never lost the pace in walking as we talked. 

My fingers never stopped fondling with the string of my skirt before I answered, "nothing really just um... never been tutored is all..." 

"Well then I understand, I was never one to ask for help. I always thought I was weaker if I did. It doesn't. If that's how you are feeling. Don't. As an educator, I think it is great you are asking for help. It's an admirable quality." 

His reassuring words made me feel slightly better. It was comforting knowing my teacher once felt the same as I did but still. A part of me was disappointed. Angy with myself. The numbness in my finger took over. A small yelp left my lips. 

I couldn't remove the string from around my finger. I saw Dr.Hiddelston instantly shift his body so he was completely facing me. Our walking came to a halt. 

He crouched down on the sidewalk his salmon pants touching the dirty floor. He was taking a knee making me blush to see him at my level. His slick hair and memorizing blue eyes took my mind off how I had no blood flow in my finger. 

"Is it alright if I touch the string," Dr.Hiddelston asked looking in my eyes waiting for my consent. 

I nod not minding if he was going to help with this pain I'm putting myself through. The subtle throbbing made me start to worry a bit. The pink string was suffocating my finger with all of its power. 

I looked down to see Dr.Hiddelston's large hands delicately grab the string attached to my skirt and looked up at me as if asking if it was alright to touch my finger. My head bobbed up and down vigorously. 

Way to make a good impression. 

I mentally slapped myself but before I could even scold myself I felt the string untighten around my finger and the pumping of blood flooded back into my limb. 

"There you go love when we get to the diner you ask that boss of yours to get you some ice for that. It's a bit inflamed," Dr.Hiddeslton told me as if I was a child who just scraped their knee on the playground. I nodded my face felt really hot. Stepping back to his full height he brushed off his lap. I watched his concerned gaze fall to my hand. 

"Let's hurry alright," He said with a bit of urgency lacing his voice. 

"Sure," Kind of freaked out of how worried he was. 

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The walk was a bit silent once again. I didn't mind it this time. I was embarrassed and I had no idea what to talk about after I just pulled some embarrassing stunt like that. Thankful we finally were near the diner I could escape this embarrassment for a couple of hours. 

"Is this it coming up the block," Dr.Hiddelston asked softly pointing to a sign with tiny letters on it. I instantly knew we were here when I saw it. A wave of comfort splashed on my body I quickened my pace so he and I were walking at the same speed. 

"Yes thankfully we made it early, it should be opening..." I look down and check my phone for the time it read, 

7:10

"In five minutes," I chuckle knowing I was gonna hear from Seb that I should always be here ten minutes before opening. This time I had a great excuse. The both of us make it to the door I knock gently to see Seb's tattooed arms full-on display as he wore a fitted tank top. He had a blank face as he saw me as he shook his head as in 'I'm not letting you in. I couldn't help but laugh at his expression. Seb kind of reminded me of a kid. 

A kid with piercings and a lot of tats. 

But a kid none to less. He was like a grumpy grouch who hates waking up in the morning. 

He does hate mornings, that's why I was always so confused on why he didn't open a bar instead of a diner. He could work in the evening and leave later and sleep in as long as he wants. It just made more sense for him. Pressing my cheek against the glass knowing it annoys him he runs to the door and opens it. 

"What are you doing kid! Jeez, I joke with you and press your pudgy cheek on my clean glass," Seb said in such a cheery voice I could have just melted under his kindness. 

Just kidding. 

I saw Dr.Hiddelston looking halfway mortified. His pupils expanded about three sizes and his brows shot up to the sky. I giggled a bit but I was so confused on why he looked like he has just seen a ghost. 

"Morning Seb!" I say cheerily popping my arms in the air to annoy him some. I watched his pierced lips rub against one another in annoyance. Using his thumb and his pointer finger his ringed fingers roughly rubbed the bridge of his nose. 

"Yea kid morning what did I say about coming ten minutes early," I heard him sigh in defeat. I rolled my eyes. I never came early because he's never ten early he is always late. This is the first time he was actually on time. 

"Yes, yes I know but I have a guest and I have an alibi on why I was late," I tell a little too proud. I watched as he flicked his ocean eyes at my professor I nod before I introduced him, 

"This is my creative writing professor Dr.Hiddelston, and Dr.Hiddeslton this is my boss Sebastian." 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sebastian," Dr. Hiddelston introduces himself in his posh tone sticking out his large hand. Seb plucked his eyebrow up before blowing a huff from his lips, 

"Yea man nice to meet you too." 

The two of their hands meet and they waved up and down. I sucked a breath before looking between the two of them. 

Awkward. 

Silence fell between the three of us. Seb stood there looking all him. His muscular arms were crossed over one another showing off all the different types of tats he has on his arm. While Dr.Hiddelston was standing with his hands placed in his pants pocket I just realized he wasn't wearing his glasses. He looked great. I got a better view of his perfectly chiseled face. 

"Can we come in now?" I ask rocking back and forth on my heel. Seb rolled his eyes before walking in making me smile in triumph knowing the lurking silence was over. I smiled over my shoulder at Dr.Hiddelston he kindly returned the gesture making me feel a bit nervous.

We walked in and as soon as I sat Dr.Hiddelston at the bar table a bunch of other customers started flooding the diner. I walked behind the counter I went under the counter and I grabbed a black waist apron and I tried tying it as securely around my abdomen. I grabbed a pen and notepad and placed them in the pockets of the apron. I flicked my eyes up at Dr.Hiddelston who was looking at me. 

Was he staring at me the whole time?

I flushed a bit before waving my hand a bit and he chuckled turning his head into his shoulder. Jeez, even his laugh was handsome. 

He waved back, I'm usually someone who has so many comebacks and great conversing skills but he. He made me lose all my senses. I shake my head before grabbing and menu and walking up to him. 

"You could look through this and I'll come back in a sec and you can tell me what you want," I say.

Aurora he knows how a menu works. 

"Thank you, Ms.Cannosburg I will let you know," he played a long making me feel embarrassed I cracked my knuckles a habit that has become worse. I nodded before walking around the counter to meet Seb. I usually would have had a long conversation by now. Seb was taking orders not even using his notepad I smiled before skipping over to him happily finally being able to have our morning conversation together. 

"Kid, it ain't polite to stare," a gruff voice made me jump three feet in the air. I whip my head around to see seb with a smirk on his pierced lip. I push him on his shoulder mad that he scared me. 

"It ain't nice to scare people," I mock watching as he laughed evilly making me roll my eyes. 

"You tied your apron wrong again," Seb snorted twirling a pen in his hand. He doesn't even use his note pad why does he need that. 

"No, I did it right this time," I corrected looking down at my waist to see my apron was a bit twisted to the side of my hip. Was that why Dr.Hiddelston was staring. 

"Uh-huh, turn around," Seb said while placing his pen in his mouth I turn around. 

I felt the apron come loose on my waist as a mumbled voice spoke, "Alright Kid tell me if it's too tight alright." 

"Okay!" 

I felt the strings tighten around my stomach one more this time it didn't feel as floppy and sloppy as when I did it. I felt the tightening feeling stop, "Is that good?" 

"Perfect!" I said thankful turning around to see him stand at his full height he was crouching. 

"Thanks, seb!" 

"Yeah kid no problem."

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ plot: a college student who was as sweet as cotton candy and a professor who was as stern as a dean somehow make the perfect recipe for success. It is Aurora Lennonsburns begging of the year essay. she wants more than anything to become an English professor like her favorite teacher Mr.Hiddelston. Though mean and sour she loves the way he teaches she finds his lessons quite insightful and useful. She finally picks a title for her essay. She calls it enchanting. It almost matches her topic about the connection between humans. Mr.Hiddleston is impressed with her work. And for the first time, aurora puts down her book and starts to pay attention to her surroundings. but what if there was another interest, a small-town boy who was in a diner just making it by. The two seem to havean odd little fling. and Mr. Hiddleston doesn’t like that. 

warnings: this book contains age gaps, drinking, smoking, family problems, mental illness, etc please tell me if you find something i should add to this list! :)

☄. *. ⋆chapter 3: so you were in a band?

“I’m going to get you rora!” A playful voice called out to a little girl running around in a grassy field. Her rosy cheeks were flushed extra hard due to the strong southern sun beaming down on her cherub cheeks. Her pretty tanned skin was glowing just like her bright smile. The boy chasing the girl had cropped dark hair. His radiant eyes glistened blue as he cheerfully chased after his younger sister. The one thing in the world he was sure he would love for the rest of his life. 

Her pudgy face smiled largely at her older brother, she was so naive, so trusting, so painfully unaware. Her white little sundress was flowing in the sun. The bruises on her knees broke her brother at times knowing that they weren’t from the playground. Still, he would chase her even though he was eighteen just to see her laugh innocently. The brunette girls' brunette curls were bouncing all over the place as she waited for her brother to come and catch her like a butterfly. 

“Come and get me, Chrisy!” Her squeaky voice squealed not knowing how her brother was surely slowing his pace down just so she could take the upper hand. Christopher. A freshman in college ready to conquer the world in three years. Wanting to do everything in his power to leave the south. The pair were not born in the south, they were born in the big apple. Where their mother wanted them. Though she did not have much of a choice about that anymore. 

“I’m gonna get you rora-belle!” The second he said that he increased his speed a crazy amount his large hand palmed her tummy and he lifted her up. Her giggles made the world seem a little less cruel. He wishes he could have that sound tattooed on him. Just so he will always know she was safe and happy. 

Lifted in the air the small girl was a giggly flailing mess her skinny limbs were kicking in every direction her laughter was uncontrollable. Her frizzy hair was all over the place like a baby lion.

The giant field of baby breath flowers, the long tufts of grass, and the windy warm southern air were enough to make both forget so much. It was like a drug. Momentarily reliving their pain until it wears off. Like Cinderella's dress. 

“Chrisy! That tickles! Why-!” laughter-filled the gorgeous field. Chris started to relentlessly tickle his younger sister's sensitive skin. 

“Because you’re a little lion and lions need to be tamed.” He growled playfully, placing her bare feet back onto the soft ground giving her some little leftover tickles. The short-haired man squatted like a frog matching the height of his younger sister. His once playful demeanor fell as he turned serious. 

His sister was no idiot. She knew when someone was upset. Her once giggly face fell as she moved closer to her brother. She was worried. She knew when something was wrong. Her small hands reached up and cuffed her brother's face as if he was the most delicate precious thing. Her tenderness made Chris want to sob. Instead, he lent in to her touch kissing her tiny dirt-covered hands not minding. 

“Now bug you know I will be leaving soon…” his voice cracking, not even wanting to give her the talk he was about to. Everyone has left her. Now he was one of many on her list. She was only six. 

Big hazel doe eyes pooled sadly into her brothers. For only being the age of six she had such an understanding smile on her face. It made no sense to Chris. She was not angry, not even showing sadness other than her eyes. He wondered where this maturity came from if he could even call it that. It was more of surviving than anything. 

“I know,” her soft tone caught him off guard a bit. Swallowing a growing lump in his throat he placed his hand on top of her dirty one. He sweetly took his free and pulled her into his chest. Doing everything in his power not to sob. 

“I need you to listen because this is very serious…You know papa can get mean sometimes to you—to all of us. I need you to listen to me. If papa ever puts a mean hand on you, you run. I need you to either run to Mrs. Davis's house, the police officer, or the mailman! Hell, I don’t care if you go to school. I just need you to run so you could be in contact with me or bubba Theo. You need to get as far away from him as possible,” he begged his blue eyes looking desperately into hers. The curly head girl nodded furiously, noticing her brother's concern but the nod was not enough for him; he needed her words. He needed to know no matter what she would run. 

“Words rora!” He said loudly, making the small flinch a bit in his hold. His features turned soft, not meaning to yell at the girl. Instantly pulling her closer his one arm hugged her tight. Whispering sweet apologies not meaning to frighten her. 

“I am so sorry sweet girl. Did not mean to scare you. I just need to hear you say you understand. I need to know that you understand. Daddy's nice my love and I have no idea how to get you out of this house. Just know I’m going to try.” He told her with a sad smile. 

“I understand bubba, I understand. If papa is mean I run,” her small hands added more pressure on his face making intense eye contact to let him know. 

She understood. 

Removed his hand from on top of hers. He took his large arms and engulfed her in a tight hug. Placing his head on top of hers, “I love you rora-belle.” 

“I love you Chris who never misses.” 

The two of them sat in the field hugging. Not even hearing a door slam closed. But they both knew what was coming but Aura just clutched her brother tighter. 

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Stacking chairs on top of each other I felt my arms grow muscles that I wasn’t even sure I had. And of course, Mr. I’m built like the rock johnson over there was lifting these chairs as if they were light as feathers. These chairs were made of solid metal. I’m no weak cookie. Yet I’ve helped move like twenty and I already want to take a nap. 

“You know just because you’ve got muscles it doesn’t mean you have to use them,” I whine, placing one now the twenty-first chair on a stack. I just stood there semi-depending on the leaning tower of chairs. 

A cocky scoff left his pierced lip, but no verbal words were said. I just stuck my tongue out in reply, noticing him carrying two chairs over his shoulders. I really wanted to throw one of these chairs at him like I was a donkey kong. The static sound of the radio filled my ears, it’s been like this for a while. A bit of unorganized chatter. I didn’t mind it. I actually preferred the spurts of conversation rather than talking my lips off. Though either one didn’t matter. 

But I was growing tired, and I needed something to keep me up. My eyes flicked over to a picture frame—a black-rimmed frame with a colorful photo like a magnet. I instantly gravitated toward the wall where the picture frame was. 

It looked to be like a band. But an intense band. Each person was decorated in all black, jeans, shirts, shoes, and make-up. It wasn’t that—that made it intense. It was the chains they all had around their clothes, the red lighting illuminating the room that looked to be filled with smoke due to the blurriness of the photo. The people jumping in front of the stage. Two guys with long hair were ripping on the guitar, looking engrossed in their craft. I couldn’t make out their faces due to the fuzziness of the smoke. I noticed a girl on the mic looking as if she was screaming into it. Her messy jet-black locks looked to have chunky highlights. She wore a plaid skirt with a leather corset. My eyes then landed on the drummer. His dark hair was loose and looked to be drenched in sweat. His body was covered in what looked like a fishnet shirt that had leather covering the sleeves. The drummer's body was lathered in ink. Gulping a bit as I realized who it was.

He looked scarier back then. Or whenever this photo was taken. Though for some reason. I thought he looked great. It suits him. Even though in the shot he looks enraged bagging his sticks aggressively on his drums he still looked sunnier? More in his element. 

“So you were in a band?” I whispered to myself never really believing he was in a band. My hand brushed the frame of the photo. A part of me just couldn’t believe it. The way I know him he would have probably thought things like bands are stupid. And so a part of me never thought it could be true. 

A clink of a chair made me turn my head up to see Sebastian towering behind me, he had a dangerous look in his sharp blue eyes making me shrink a bit thinking I did something wrong. Feeling his figure looming behind mine made me squeal a little shifting from under his tall self. Now I was standing beside him. Shifting my gaze around the room I wouldn’t make eye contact. I didn’t know if he didn’t like talking about the band. Did I offend him? 

“It’s not nice to snoop,” he scolded coldly, making me shudder in embarrassment. 

“Sorry,” I instantly replied, whipping my head toward him and making eye contact letting him know I meant it. To be fair the frame is in a public restaurant. 

I mean his demeanor took a full 180… I guess the band isn’t his favorite subject. 

“Don’t say sorry.” 

“Sor- okay…” 

I watched as he shook his head amusingly. My mind was spinning. I wanted to know every single detail of that photo. Did he still play the drums? Does he play any other instrument? Can he sing? Why were you wearing fishnets as a shirt? Every lingering question was toying with me like it was child's play. 

“You’ve got questions don’t you?” I heard him state. I bit my lip as I shook my head lying not wanting to make him more uncomfortable. I just floated back to tables grabbing a chair and carrying it over to the other stacks. Trying to think of ways to make this less awkward. But my thoughts were cut off when I felt a hand on my head. 

“Don’t be a stranger kid… The band is just something I’m not used to talking about that much anymore,” He said softly. 

“I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, let’s talk about something else kay’?” I reply genuinely, doing everything in my power not to make him uncomfortable. A feeling every person dreads. 

“Alright but don’t feel bad, why don’t we start moving the tables to the back room so we have the middle of the room empty?” He asked, moving on swiftly. 

I nod making my way to the clothed tables. Swiftly removing the picnic patterned cloth and I begin to fold it.

“What are you doing,” Sebastian's confused voice asked if I was reading a book upside down. 

I mean I have done it. 

“Folding?” I say questionably confused on why he was confused. I mean what does it look like I’m doing? Flying? 

I watched as he walked over to me. I couldn't help but laugh at his perplexed features. His dark eyebrow quirked up while his fleshy lips were pressed into a straight line and his steel-blue eyes were narrowed in on the table cloth in my hands. Smirking a bit I continued to fold until the red and white fabric was in a perfectly neat rectangle. When I was younger I and my brother would always race to see who could fold our clothes the fastest. He wasn’t home that much due to him being a nineteen-year-old teenager. In college. So whenever he came for a visit he would come up with fun ways to help me with my chores. 

“Why are you doing that?” he asked, baffled. Using my hand to cover my lips I couldn’t help but let a chuckle escape my lips. 

“Folding?”  I tried to confirm again, taunting him a bit. 

“Yes, the linen origami!” Sebastian groaned, annoyed picking at his lip ring. Feeling the cloth leave my hand. His tattooed hands lifted it up, inspecting it like a kid looking at a toy. 

“Sebastian, you're telling me you own a diner but you don’t fold your tablecloths!” I screech in shock. 

“Yes, Aurora. I just stuff them in the closet. Never needed to fold em’—now stop making fancy table napkins with a picnic blanket and shove them into the closet over there,” he said, annoyed, strutting over to the open closet and tossing the cloth in there. 

Huffing annoyed, I flipped my hair over my shoulder and ran into the deep closet space, “You can preserve space if you keep them nice and folded.” 

The closet was a wreck, to say the least. Dust was covering the limited shelves, a mop lingered in the corner of the room. A shockingly clean flannel hung on the rusted knob of the door, while piles of boxes were sat building up the same fuzz that carpeted the shelves. Clearly thrown table cloths scattered the floors and now my new perfect folded cloth is on top of them. Placing my hands on my hips in annoyance I walk back out with my face scrunched up annoyed over dramatizing it knowing it annoys him. 

Something I learned about Sebastian since August, he hates over-exaggerating things. Him being the grumpy old man he is, I used to come in complaining saying how I was going to die if I didn’t get a fill of his Carmel coffee. He proceeds to tell me just because you want something that bad does not mean you're going to die if you don’t get it. I didn’t know how to explain to him I was joking so I just sat there nodding my head eating my toasted bagel waiting for him to give me my coffee. 

That day it took me ten minutes to get my coffee. 

There was not a soul in the diner by the way. 

“What is it? Why’s your mouth hanging open? when you catch flies don’t cry to me,” His monotone voice muffled. I catch how he now added a cigarette to his growing collection of lip accessories. Moist lips held the stick of nicotine balancing it as his ringed hand lit the cigarette with his left hand that covered the flame. The smell was somewhat comforting. 

The smokey smell of burning ash made my brain automatically return to my old house. A two-story white picket fence house. The overgrown lawn and flowers, the porch with my dad sitting on his rocking chair with his cigarette and beer bottle.

I would never mind the cigarette smell but the potent smell of beer would forever be tattooed in my head. 

Gosh, I hated beer. 

“Your closet is a pigsty,” I taunt cheekily. 

His eyes twinkled with amusement as he took his first inhale of the tobacco. Using his two fingers he removed the cylinder from his lips while keeping them apart a bit of smoke was released into the room. Scrunching my nose getting used to the new scent added to the room.

“Pigsty? Well, I guess I need some pigs?” He jokes, placing the nicotine stick back into his mouth and leaning back on the table. 

“I know the perfect one,” I mumble, rocking back and forth on my feet. 

“Yea? Who?” he asked, repeating the same action as before. 

“You!” 

I snorted and escaped him. I never heard him snort before. But his cigarette fell onto the floor and he quickly stepped on it. Before I knew it he was pouncing toward me like an animal would its prey. Squealing a bit I dashed around the maze of tables that we had failed to begin to put away. Giggling wildly I ran between circle tables watching as he was across from me. His face was lit up with mischief, his eyebrows lifted up to his hairline, and a Cheshire smirk graced his face. My body was enraptured in adrenaline. I giddily run slipping on my own two feet as I watch him run toward me around the table. Like on instinct I bolt in the other direction. 

I felt like a child. It felt like being in the school park running during tag. He looked so silly. Less serious. He should be like this more often. His blue eyes I swear are twinkling like the ocean on a sunny day. His dark locks were no longer in a quaff but now it was a fluff mess. Even covered in tattoos and piercings he managed to look like a pure little kid. 

Before I managed to run any farther I felt an arm cut me off. Before I knew it that arm lifted me up off the ground a bit. The pressure on my stomach made me laugh like crazy, the tickly sensation made me squirm like a worm. I got a small wife from his shirt. From being so close. A vanilla scent, it was a little musky but still, it held the sweet smell. His shirt has a subtle smell of tobacco. And for some reason the sweet concoction made me feel a little red. Maybe it was the close proximity but whatever it was made me feel very weird.

“What is it, kid? Ticklish?” his gruff voice taunts me, making my cheeks heat up. Not even being able to respond I felt his large hand fall on my stomach and started scribbling on it madly. Breathless laughs were my only response to his action. A small snort escaped me. I couldn't hold back. I was just laughing letting the serotonin fall over me. I haven’t been tickled, hugged, or held, in a long time. But this feeling I wouldn’t mind feeling again. Though another snort left me. 

“Who’s the pig now,” Sebastian mocks, letting me down but his hands are still slightly tickling me. 

“Still you!” 

“You're a dead kid!” 

“No, I'm standing right here!” I sassily remark placing my hands on my hips. 

“I’m gonna-” 

“Okay let’s put these tables away tomorrow I start this tutoring thing and I need to mentally prepare,” I cut him off moving over toward the tables. Hearing footsteps behind me I giggle in knowing Sebastian is hot on my tail. 

“You know what, fuck this kid and his party let me drive you back to your dorm. I don’t need you walking back at this time,” Sebastian suggested making me look over my shoulder. The thought that he wanted to take me home was endearing. But in no way was I allowing it.

“You’re not taking me back. I'm a big girl and I can handle myself!” I joke. 

My soft hand was placed on my shoulder, “come on, I want an excuse to get out of this place and you’re not giving it to me. So be a doll and please let me take you home.” 

Oh, so he just wanted an excuse to leave. 

Welp, as long as he didn’t feel obligated to drive me, that's fine. 

“Sure sounds good!” I replied. 

“Let me just shut the lights and we will get going sounds good?” 

“Sounds great!” 

I watched as I left to go into that messy closet and before I knew it the room turned dark. I couldn’t see much but I saw Seb’s tall shadow. Carefully moving my way toward him we both went toward the door and out to the dark sky. It was chilly. I saw Seb hold the red and black flannel in his right hand. I smiled at the thought of him wearing it. He probably looked like a little lumberjack. 

“Here put this on,” I looked to my side to see him holding the lumberjack thing like he was holding it out for a child to slip it on. Scrunching my face I chuckle, “You want me to wear it?” 

“Yea now put it on,” he said in a no-nonsense tone. Not having the urge to fight with him I slipped on the red and black flannel and let the soft material engulf me. It was really soft. It felt like a small cloud. And it smelt like his vanilla and cigarette smell. 

“Thanks, Seb,” I whispered a little flushed that I was wearing his sweater. He was always so nice and kind. It made me envious. I wanted so badly to have his kindness. 

“Don’t sweat it, kid let’s get going.” 

“Yea let’s.” 

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ plot: a college student who was as sweet as cotton candy and a professor who was as stern as a dean somehow make the perfect recipe for success. It is Aurora Lennonsburns begging of the year essay. she wants more than anything to become an English professor like her favorite teacher Mr.Hiddelston. Though mean and sour she loves the way he teaches she finds his lessons quite insightful and useful. She finally picks a title for her essay. She calls it enchanting. It almost matches her topic about the connection between humans. Mr.Hiddleston is impressed with her work. And for the first time, aurora puts down her book and starts to pay attention to her surroundings. but what if there was another interest, a small-town boy who was in a diner just making it by. The two seem to havean odd little fling. and Mr. Hiddleston doesn’t like that. 

warnings: this book contains age gaps, drinking, smoking, family problems, mental illness, etc please tell me if you find something i should add to this list! :)

☄. *. ⋆chapter 2: helping hands

pov: aurora cannonsburg

Lily and I walked toward the mess hall. It was around five in the afternoon all our classes were done and we currently are starved due to our lack of feeding ourselves properly. I have been best friends with Lily Lucas since I was in kindergarten. I was sobbing because I did not want to leave my mom, and there was Lily with her usual 'I don't really care' expression written on her face. Her blonde hair was slick in a ponytail and I remember it because it looked like she had a facelift. Lil came over and sat next to me and said, 'there's nothing to cry about, you won't be alone, you'll be stuck with me.' 

And to this day I have been stuck like glue to Lily Lucas for as long as I can remember. I remember our first fight about what show was better in fifth grade, obviously Sweet Life of Zach and Cody. That's beside the point. I remember when Lily got her first boyfriend and I threatened to cut his long hair off when he cheated on her. I was fifteen. But I also remember our graduation. I was uncertain if I was able to leave home. Someone needed to stay back with my dad, I already was accepted and I gave the papers that I will attend Yale. Still, things happen. Lily dragged me out of my house and I stayed with the Lucas's until August when they moved both of us in.

Her parents. I love them. 

The perfect magazine couple. The ones you would see on sitcoms. The ones you swear should have their own book about parenting. Lily's younger brother is the funniest person you will ever meet as well as his twin sister. I love picking on both of them as they were my own siblings. Though I can't pick on James anymore. He's too big now. I mean Tabatha is bigger than me but she still lets me tease her. Both of them though are the sweetest sixteen year old's that live. They have respect for everyone no matter who they are. They never judge anyone. So openly and welcome. They are just Lucas's. 

"You know there's a party tonight, you should come, you need a little break from the books don't you think?" Lily interrupted my thoughts, her sunglasses protecting her eyes from the stunning rays as she looked down at her phone. 

A party. I've never wanted to go to one. For one reason and one reason only. I have no clue what to do. I read books about parties but when it comes to what to do. I'm as clueless as a kid on their first day of school. 

"I would love to but–" 

"No." 

"What do you mean no!" I shriek at her, cutting me off. 

The blonde next to me chuckled before looking at me smacking her gum aggressively on the side of her mouth, "you have no homework." 

"I wasn't going to say that!" I laugh at her knowing one of my famous excuses. It was true that I have used homework as a way to get out of a party once. It was back in October when there was this huge Halloween party and everyone went to New Haven. Apparently, one guy got so drunk the ambulance had to get due to alcohol poisoning. 

"Okay, why can't you come?" 

"I promised Sebastian I would help clean the diner, some student is having a party or something there and seb offered to let the person use the place and he needed help so I said I could," I honestly told her, checking the time on my phone. 

5:08 

"Ooo," Lily teased while lifting her brows up and down suggestively. 

"What?" I whine, shoving my hands in the pockets of my green zip-up. 

Taking her blonde hair down from her bun she looked at me with her eyes rolling a bit, flipping her head down she grabbed her hair in a ponytail before eventually turning it into a bun. "Come on girl, you and Seb got a thing going on?" 

I felt my eyes widen as if I walked into someone while they were using the bathroom. Taking a few steps I raised my hands in defense, 

"No, absolutely not!" I flush a response at her. I never thought of Seb like that; I know he does not think of me like that. Sure he was handsome and had an excellent personality but I just never saw him as anything more than a good friend. But I don't think he considers us friends. I'm betting my chocolate milk he thinks of me like a stray dog. And the only reason I think this is because I heard him say it. 

Lil's face had a smirk plastered on it, "why absolutely not? He's hot. The man was in a rock band and shit. wasn't he a drummer? How could you not look at him and not like become mush?" 

It is true. Sebastian was in a rock band and they did end up becoming a pretty big thing. They weren't A-list celebrities but still, they were a pretty outstanding group and they even opened for several big-time stars. The band crashed around three years ago and Sebastian pursued his career in the culinary industry and started a diner. 

"He's good-looking. I could give him all those props and he's sweet, kind, it's just we both don't look at each other like that I guess..." 

"You guess?" 

"So how about you and Chris-" 

"Changing the subject?" 

"Learned it from you!" 

We both laugh as we make it to the mess hall, maybe something about human banter provides people with pure serotonin. The connection between two people who have known each other for years and who have the ability to understand and empathize with one another. To know someone like you know the back of your hand. The mess hall was pretty hollow, it was five in the afternoon on a Friday. People usually go out or start getting ready at this time. Lil and I just chose to go eat. We walked over to the pizza stand. We wanted a cheese pie the whole day. Something about a doughy, cheesy, saucy, greasy pie just really makes a day great. Swiping our IDs we make it to a table for two. We both picked up a cherry cola and we sat happily opening the cardboard box that held our favorite food. 

"So have you been working on your essay?" 

"Yea been working every night on it!" I say proudly taking a slice of a pizza onto my plate Lily copying my actions. 

"All night?" She questions her tone wavering a little. 

I nod with enthusiasm. I couldn't wait to write and finish this essay, "mhm!" 

She gave me a small smile then lifted the slice to her lips, 

"I'd have kids with the guy who made pizza," Lily groaned, taking the first bite of her slice. Nodding in agreement I followed pursuit, sinking my teeth in the soft food. 

"What would you name 'em," I question bringing my cola to my lips and washing down my food. 

A cheesy grin turned on her lips, "Pepperoni and Cheese!" 

Snickering a bit I felt my soda run up my nose, "So original." 

"Do better." 

"Margarita, and Pepper," I say confidently while taking a huge bite in accomplishment. Rolling her blue eyes she brought her soda can to her lips, drinking and chugging it back. Shaking her head as she can rest back on the table. A small silence grew upon us as we made eye contact for a moment. 

"That's actually...not bad," she let out a defeated sigh. 

Lifting my arms up in triumph, "Aha I win!" 

"Win what?" 

An in-sync shriek left both Lily and me, and in sync, we both whipped our heads to see our Professor standing before us—my mouth fell open a bit and Lily looked a bit frustrated that she got startled. But there he stood in all his glory. Dr.Hiddleston. Looking so effortlessly immaculate. He changed from earlier. Still proper but just a bit more casual. A tight-fitted white t-shirt with a pair of khakis that hugged his muscular thighs perfectly. His glasses were not adorned on his face, just him. His naked face was without the giant magnifying glasses. 

"Jeez, Hiddels, has anyone told you not to sneak up on people eating? They may choke!" Lil exclaimed coughing, slipping the hidden nickname for Dr.Hiddleston. 

It was a bit of an inside joke—Dr. Hiddels was the name of one of Lily's old doctors. He was as sour as lemonade with lime juice. One time the man was so done with a kid he took the lollipop he gave him and ripped it out of the kid's hand. The boy stood there and sobbed. Ironically our professor was very similar named after the grouch. And one day Dr.Hiddleston was having a moody day that everyone has and Lily looked at me and whispered Dr.Hiddels. We started cracking up and Dr. Hiddelston shot us one of his infamous death glares. 

"Hiddels?" the posh man dragged out the nickname bitterly as if he just gulped down a swing of a cup of bitter coffee. 

I couldn't help a small smile crack on my lips. He's saying the nickname with his accent was enough to make me laugh. Feeling intense breathing on my shoulder I see Lily's nose right next to my eyeball. 

"Shit," she mumbled. 

"I'm sorry, are you referring to me as Hiddels?" Dr.Hiddleston questioned with his perfect brow shooting up in perplexion. The both of us drop in our chairs. How do you explain to a thirty-five-year-old man that you refer to him as your best friend ex-pediatrician? Still, he stood there waiting for an answer like we were children who just broke the cookie jar. 

"Dr.Hiddleston, how do you incorporate fantasy with history?" I interrupt trying to work on my talent of changing the subject.

"Ms.Canonsburg, are you trying to change the subject?" His smooth voice asked while chucking a bit. Flushing at his laughing at me I shook my head vigorously. 

"She is Dr., unfortunately, she hasn't been blessed with the gift of knowing the right time when to—do so," Lily snorted, sipping happily on her cola. My head whipped around to flash her a quick glare, offended that she told Dr.Hiddleston that. 

"Ms.Aurora Cannonsburg is a talent of many things but lying and trying to avert matters is not one of them," He replies to Lily as if I wasn't there. Cracking the knuckles in my fingers. My mouth opens to say something only to be cut off by Lily, 

"That's for sure," she agrees, sending me a wink and flashing her eyes at him. A small vibration in my pocket shots me out of this embarrassing conversation. Looking down at the screen, Seb. the phone continued to make its sound. I shot Lily a look asking if I could take it. She nodded and continued to talk to Dr.Hiddleston. Walking a bit farther away from the pair I hit the green icon on my phone. I placed the cold technology on my ear. 

"Are we still on for tonight?" Sebastian's monotone voice asked through the speaker. 

"Nah, I made brand new plans. Going to a party with Lil, she offered me a cigarette with a bottle of beer. I had no choice but to oblige," I answered jokingly. 

Silence engulfed the phone, "you messing with me kid?" 

"Duh," I snicker into the speaker to hear him let out a big breath. 

"You eat already?"

"Yep I'm eating now with Lil she's talking to my professor though," I answer looking over at the pair. Dr. Hiddelston was now sitting in a chair he pulled up and the pair looked very serious. Deep in conversation. I haven't even been gone for 5 minutes. 

"Whatcha have you have? I'll make dessert." 

Humming in delight Seb makes the best dessert, "Pizza. I also gave birth to two pizza babies." 

"Oh great I'm jumping for joy, did you name them?" he asked sarcastically, making me smile a bit. 

"Of course, Margarita and Pepper!" 

"Oh god," Seb flatly says, making me chuckle a bit. 

"What they are cute!" I squeak, laughing a bit at his response. 

"Alright fine, I'm giving you lemon sorbet. I'll see ya at 5:30 right?" 

"Yes, you will see me there on the dot! I love you! Say it back!" 

"Bye kid." and just like that the line went dead. 

He never says it back. A small erupted giggle left my lips as I walked back toward the table. Scanning my professor and best friend, they both looked to be in deep thought. I was worried. Did something happen? My mind is racing with the worst possible outcomes. Keeping my pace at a quick rate I clutched my hands into fists taking a few deep breaths mentally preparing myself. 

I never understood why I got like this when things fell off. Instinct? I don't know. I wish I wouldn't...but sometimes I just get nervous. 

Did I do something? 

Gulping down some silva I made it back to the table flaunting a timid smile. They both instantly grin back. Sitting myself down in my chair I noticed my half-eaten pizza slice and cola pushed up a bit. I had a lot of questions streaming through my brain. But I didn't ask any of them. I just sat there waiting for either of them to speak. My pupils flicked left to the right waiting. 

"Rora?" Lil's tone is soft. Very soft. Too soft. My body stiffened under the gentleness. 

Pinching my thighs underneath the table I suck a sharp breath, "mhm" 

"Dr.Hiddleston is offering help with the creative writing essay. And maybe since you've been so stressed about it you should go. Get it done and over with so maybe the one time you're free of homework you won't be helping Seb clean his diner?" 

The suggestion almost made me cry, did she think I was too overworked? The overwhelming idea that I was worrying her made me feel guilty. She worries way too much. But that's just Lily, the sweetest, thoughtful person you will ever meet. Who probably worries more about you than anyone else. To the point it makes your heart clench. 

"Oh no, Lil! I'm completely fine! The workload is in no way too much; I enjoy doing it! Honest!" I blubber, feeling tears almost rise up my throat. 

Lily's eyebrows crease and a frown brushed on her lips, "Aurora...let him help you just till you're done with this so your mind could be free from some stress..." 

"What about you?" I question not wanting her to stress about her essay either. 

She snickered a bit before putting her hand on my shoulder, "Rora you and I both know I can pace my work, you need to learn which is odd not to shove your workload down your throat." 

"But–" 

"If I may Miss. Cannonsburg I think your friend is right. You don't have to force yourself to finish your essay before the semester ends. You do have the whole quarter to plan and write your essay. Let me help you set up a schedule. Just come to one session and if you do not like it. Then please go back to your process," Dr.Hiddleston cut me off his soft voice almost begging for my agreement. His suggestion made me consider the idea. He was right I did only need to go once and if I did not like it I could always not go back. And maybe going this one time would relieve some stress off of Lily. 

Pressing my front teeth on my lip I nod, "I'll try it." 

A squeal escaped Lily, her face grinning in joy, "thank you rora it means a lot." 

"Of course Lil," I replied happily. 

My gaze fell onto Dr.Hiddleston. His baby blue eyes were glistening with a warmth that was enough to make me want to melt. His flushed lips were slightly quirked in a proud smile. It gave me a small reassurance. I watched him stand up from the chair he had pulled up. Shoving his hands in his khaki pants his long limbs swiftly made their way behind the chair. His pretty self pushed the chair in. 

"Thank you for agreeing Ms.Cannonsburg and thank your friend for being worried about you. You are lucky to have such a kind friend," he said softly before walking away. 

My first instinct was to take a small nibble of my now cold pizza. My teeth instantly take a small bite but my appetite seemed to instantly dissolve after our conversation. I felt nervous butterflies fly around my stomach. Though I wasn't exactly sure from what. 

"You done?" I asked Lily noticing everything she was eating was gone. 

"Yea, but you eat we can just sit and talk." 

"Sounds good." 

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My converse dragged on the concrete. The sun was setting, and the pretty hues of pink, oranges, and yellows softly tainted the sky creating tranquil and calming dusk. The sun looked as if it was being chopped in half by the short shops and restaurants. Tugging on the strap of my overalls I fiddled with corduroy fabric as I moved toward the edge of the sidewalk. A small idea formed in my head. Sliding my backpack onto one shoulder my fingers nimbly zip the zipper down. My hand fell into the bag searching for my reusable camera. The ones that produce film strips. My older brother got it for my birthday. To be honest I am no photographer I couldn't begin to tell you anything about the fashion of photography. Still, the sky was just the perfect model in need of a good photo. 

Finding the teal camera I placed my eye on the viewfinder tilting my neck to get a good view of the fiery sunset. Finally settling one the perfect place my finger clicked the small trigger and a little snap let me know the picture was taken. Turning off the camera I slid it back into my bag before walking a little faster toward the Rock-in-diner. I was coming kind of early but I was still a bit overwhelmed with this whole tutoring thing—I wouldn't lie when I say being tutored made me feel insecure. My siblings and I weren't allowed extra help when we were younger so I devoted myself to my work. Just so I would never need help. 

So I was frustrated that I was offered help. 

Is that normal?

Who determines what normal is? 

Reaching my destination the giant windows, metal siding, and neon sign let me know. Peeking through the windows, I noticed Seb cleaning the tables there only seemed to be a couple left in there. I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart. It was an older couple sharing a slice of pie. The man's greys were prominent and the woman had jet black hair with a white strand. They both seem to be giggling about something while spooning bites of the sweet. Looking away quickly I skipped toward the door so I could stop being a creep. My hand instantly went on the metal bar pushing through the clear door. 

A small bell went off making the three people in the restaurant turn their heads toward me, I give a shy wave. Before walking in completely. 

"Hey, kid," a gruff voice said drawing my attention toward seb who was aggressively scrubbing a table. 

Gliding over to him I sit on one of the chairs from the table he is cleaning, "Hey!" 

Stopping what he was doing he looked up at me with his eyebrow plucked up, "you okay?" 

Whipping my head toward him, "I'm better than okay, I'm amazing!"

Dropping his cloth on the table he placed his hands on his hips like a mother cooking dinner. I couldn't help but giggle at that. His face was all sweaty and his long quaffed hair was messy yet somehow clean, and his silly lip and nose ring were still right where I last saw them. Just seeing him brought a wave of calmness and relief. He was a home to me. Like Lily was. A palace of ease. A comfort. And Sebastian always looked comfortable. He changed from earlier. He was no longer wearing his apron and crew neck. Instead, he modeled a loose band tee and jogging bottoms. He was just a giant teddy bear. I could squish him into nothing. 

"You sure? Cause if I know you, which I do. You come in here with a whole horse and pony show about your day until I eventually threaten you with the hose," He tutted before sitting across from me legs open with his rag still slacked over his shoulder. 

"Wow, you do know me! Also, close your legs it's not very ladylike," I joke trying to cover my tracks. Rolling his naturally bright eyes he crossed his legs making me snicker a bit.

"Uh-huh? You gonna tell me?" 

"What's there to tell? I thought I was helping you move chairs?" I say getting up and pushing the seat I was in. 

"Fine no coffee for a week," he said flatly before taking his chair and lifting it over his head like the show-off he is. 

A week?!?

"Mr.Sebstian Stan! You are not allowed to take away my Carmel coffee!" I cry leaving my chair and running after him. I notice him looking down at me as I struggle to keep up the pace a small smirk was on his pierced lip making me angrier. 

"Watch me," He chuckled his eyes dancing with amusement. 

So he found this humorous? 

When did my pain become his amusement? I watched as he placed the chair down and made his way over to a random table and grabbed another chair a preceding to lift the chair over his head like the last one. Chasing him around like a child I whined, 

"Please give me back my coffee! You want to see me die! I'm a college student whose only fuel comes from your yummy scrumptious coffee!"

"Well then I'm doing you quite the favor," his rough voice teased stacking the chair on top of the last one. 

"Sebastian, what do you want! I'll sing you Little Mermaid again! I know how much you love Sebastian. I mean you guys are very similar. Grumpy, both named Sebastian. Plus oh my goodness! You both sing!" 

"Kid, that's it you get the hose!" He says running to the kitchen making me squeak and run behind the counter of the retro diner. Ducking down I peek up to see him gone. Putting my knees to my chest I couldn't help but let muffled laughs leave my lips. I see what he did. And it made me warm. He made me laugh. I let a sloppy smile grace my lips until I heard a bang causing me to jump up to my feet to see Seb with his hands tucked behind his back with a cocky smirk. 

My reflexes kicked in and I shielded my face with my arms as if that was going to do anything. But instead of being soaked, I noticed him drop a piece of pie on the table. Tilting my head a bit, dang this time I was really excepting the hose. 

"We are out of sorbet so I got you pie," he mumbled placing a fork next to the plate. 

My eyes watered a bit, he was so kind...I never took the time and smelled the roses. I never realized I had two great friends. They noticed everything. It was overwhelming. The goodness they both held. 

Walking around the counter I couldn't help but wrap my arms around him. He was a huge specimen but I did my best to engulf him. A hand was placed on my head I knew he wouldn't hug back and something about that was another form of comforting. I know Sebastian isn't one for physical contact and I know this was probably overwhelming. But I said my words instead of writing them has always been a little hard for me. So expressing myself through touch was all I seemed to be good in. A rumble left his chest I looked up at him backing up a bit and mumbling an apology. 

"It's alright kid, you're okay. Wanna tell me what's up now?" his voice spoke thick and gravelly. 

I nodded before sitting on one of the bar stools, "Just...I have this essay for my creative writing class and well..." 

"What you having trouble with it?" he asked sitting beside me concern lacing his tone. Shaking my head aggressively I chuckled a bit. 

"The opposite actually." 

Watching his face crinkle in confusion I snicker solemnly before continuing, "Lily informed my professor I was spending too much time on it and she wants me to go and live life and stuff. So she told my professor and he offered to give me a tutoring session so he can help me space out my essay since it's due by the end of the quarter." 

"And what's the matter with that? You don't like your professor?" He questioned perplexed by my frustration. To be honest I was as well. 

"No, I love Dr.Hiddelston! He's so sweet and kind but... I don't why I'm so upset..." I tell him honestly my body dropping. A small silence fell between us. I stared off into space as Seb rubbed the bride of his nose with his ringed hands. 

"How about this. You eat your pie and me and you figure this out yeah?" 

My eyes flicked toward him before nodding and placing the pie between us. I wanted to share he deserved it. 

"Let's share?" 

He nodded and got another fork from an empty table and the both of us took turns eating from the thick slice of cherry pie.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ plot: a college student who was as sweet as cotton candy and a professor who was as stern as a dean somehow make the perfect recipe for success. It is Aurora Lennonsburns begging of the year essay. she wants more than anything to become an English professor like her favorite teacher Mr.Hiddelston. Though mean and sour she loves the way he teaches she finds his lessons quite insightful and useful. She finally picks a title for her essay. She calls it enchanting. It almost matches her topic about the connection between humans. Mr.Hiddleston is impressed with her work. And for the first time, aurora puts down her book and starts to pay attention to her surroundings. but what if there was another interest, a small-town boy who was in a diner just making it by. The two seem to have an odd little fling. and Mr. Hiddleston doesn’t like that. 

warnings: this book contains age gaps, drinking, smoking, family problems, mental illness, etc please tell me if you find something i should add to this list! :)

☄. *. ⋆chapter 1: wasn’t my best idea 

pov: aurora cannonsburg 

Wasn’t my best idea, I was currently running toward the small diner on campus. I thought sleeping in an extra ten minutes would give me time to get ready and make it to the other side of campus on time for my creative writing class. I was never one to be late; so this was causing my stress to fly out my butt. My dingy converse pace quickly down the sidewalk. I looked like a wreck. I was wearing my shortalls with an old dingy flower-patterned shirt that had long sleeves and a green zip-up from middle school. Wasn’t my best choice of clothes but they worked. 

My English essay is due by the end of the quarter. It’s one of the most important papers I will write in my college career. The one with the best essay could be honored with an award for graduation and it will look really good on your resume. I pray to be an author that will run her own publishing company. But for right now this essay would be the start of that dream. Last night I stood up till four in the morning searching for concepts. My mind wouldn’t let me rest so I was up vastly late. Inhaling a sharp breath pushed the glass door of Rock-in Diner. I swear this is one of the best places to get coffee on campus. 

The morning chatter was still flooding the air of the retro diner. A small smile grew on my lips as I grew comfortable in the silent conversations and laughing. The Rockin-in Diner was quite the spot. The walls were all decorated with tons of faded neon lights, yet some of them were glowing a vibrant hue. The teal walls held old guitars and band pictures, there was a tiny stage that had a drum set. The tables were covered in multi-colored picnic table-tablecloths. And the coffee cups were huge. It was like walking into a small little retro heaven that had the warm scents of hazelnut and hashbrowns.

“Hey kiddo, you're late,” a familiar voice called me out of my morning trance. My eyes flicked over to the counter where a man stood with a small stubble and perfectly quaffed hair. The tattoos on his neck made me immediately know who it was.

“I know, I know, don’t bring it up,” I chuckled as I walked toward the counter. His loose-fitted crew neck made me jealous of how cozy he looked. Sebastian works at the Diner. He's twenty-five and he's a pretty sweet guy. From the second I first came to Yale he’s been my number one helper. 

“Why are you late, you're never one to pull this?” his deep voice asked, leaning on the counter, arms crossed, eyebrows plucked up. His face was stern. Something about Seb, he had and has a lot of piercings. Well not as much anymore. He used to have his face covered in them. His brow, his labret, the bridge of his nose. And like a lot more. But now he only sticks to his nose and lip even the ear ones are gone. I eagerly want to rip them out. They look so uncomfortable I still can’t even find comfort in my second piercing in my ear. 

“I was up all night working on my topic for a creative writing essay,” chuckling at his sternness. He cared way too much. But it was nice to have someone who cared. 

“So could I please with five cherries on top have my usual?” I jokingly whined as he rolled his eyes and shook his head. Taking a rag and smacked it over his shoulder as he glared at me. 

“You better of been working on that essay,” Seb said, pouring a cup of coffee into a to-go cup. 

“What could I have been doing?” 

“Partying, drinking, everything you know you shouldn’t do,” he jests, passing the cup to my hands. Took it from him and let the warm liquid warm my skin. It was my turn to roll my eyes. I never had time for that stuff. I wish I did. Truly. I wanted to go out on the town and go to the frats but I don’t know what to do. How to socialize in those situations. And plus I have so much work. 

“I don’t even know where the frat houses are,” I snickered while taking a small sip of my caramel coffee just letting it warm my system. Energy surged through my body just from the single sip. 

“Keep it that way alright?,” he said flatly as I nodded. 

“Don’t be like me kid, do something worthwhile.” 

My face dropped, “you did something worthwhile.”

“Mhm, get to class before I chase you out of here with the hose, I’ll see you later right?” I laughed loudly as his cold face stood deadpan. I ran to the glass door pushing it open a bit.

“Of course, Bye Seb!” I wave before walking out on the sidewalk and making my way toward the small bus station. Looking down at my watch I noticed it was 11:28; Luckily for me, the bus comes every twenty minutes and in two minutes the bus should be here, only making me fifteen minutes late for an eighty-minute class. 

Sebastian. Met him on the first day of freshman year well this year. I was lost and saw a small diner and I walked in there. He had a funny apron on with the words “kiss the cook” embroidered on it. He was focused beyond belief due to the morning rush. I probably looked like a lost dog because he gave me such a sympathetic look. He called me over using his nickname that has stuck “kid.” Seb call’s anyone younger than him that. I figured that the more time I spent around the diner. It was quite endearing. Anyways after he called out to me he gave me directions and even walked me around campus later that day. He’s a bit cold sometimes but I personally find that lovable. 

A squeak scared me out of my reminiscing, I noticed a small white bus. Hopping on, I showed my driver my ID. The woman in the chair gave me her usual smile when she saw me but then she looked at me confused. A huff of air escaped my lips before saying, “stayed up late with my essay.” Before plopping myself in the seat behind her. 

“This is a first for you hun, let me tell you I’m happy seeing you a little rebellious,” the older woman winked at me through the rear view mirror. A little giggle left my lips in response. Leaning forward on my seat I sigh drastically, 

“Everyone has been telling me this.” 

“It’s unlike you sugar, you are never one to be late. Everything alright?” The bus driver's sweet voice asked, looking at me with sad eyes. I realized everyone has been so worried. Seb, Ms.Davis the bus driver. But in honesty, they had nothing to fret about. I had one little glitch in the system and that’s okay. It was a stressful night. This essay is so important to me. 

I smiled and nodded while looking at her through the rearview mirror, “I swear on every caramel latte with extra whip cream I’m okay, Dr. Hiddelston assigned me this essay that is very important for graduation and I want it to be perfect.” 

Her lips cracked up a bit making me feel very relieved, “you tell him for me if he gives you any headache I’ll take his books and shove them so far up his-” 

“Woah! Ms.Davis, Vulgar!” I snicker before looking at my phone and noticing a notification. 

Lily (bestie!)

11:31 new message: 

rora! are you okay, dr. hiddels is worried i’m worried you never do this. text me back asap!!!!!!

My eyes widened, did everyone think I had some scandalous night on the town or something, quickly opened the messaging app, my fingers typing on the screen furiously. 

Aurora (tiny!) 

11:32 new message: 

I’m fine!!! Promise was up all night working on my essay!!! Be there in 5 minutes and tell hiddels i’ll be there. 

Lily(bestie!) 

11:32 new message: 

oh, thank god, okay i’ll tell him!

Shutting my phone off I looked up to see the bus empty. No chatter, no laughing, just the sound of the engine. A small sigh escaped my lips and I sipped more of the sweet coffee. The squeak of the bus made me jerk as I noticed I was in front of the campus. Lecture hall 3B. My teeth budded from my lips at the sight of my class. Bouncing on my heels I waved goodbye to Ms.Davis before leaving and heading inside the large hall. I loved walking down these halls, my favorite class was definitely creative writing. It was the most freeing. Dr.Hiddleston has many degrees, creative writing was one of them. I knew he was a Doctor in literature. He is the nicest professor in the world. I think so at least. He is very good at simplifying things and making them easy to pick up. My converse squeak on the marble floor. Mumbles of teachers talking, and students answering questions filled my ears. I liked the sound of people. It was comforting. Looking at a tall door placing my hand on the golden knob, I hear a British voice,

“And that's how you incorporate—Ms. Cannonsburg glad you made it.” 

My cheeks warmed up now noticing why being late sucked. All the attention was suddenly placed upon me like a princess being coronated. Sticking my hand out I wave it a little while walking slowly. Clutching the straps on my backpack. Dr.Hiddleston stood there in his gray slacks and white button-up. Those buttons on that shirt should be buttoned up a little more. His perfectly slicked hair was very clean and proper. The light-haired man also had a pair of glasses adorned on the bridge of his nose. The mid-morning sun brushed on his skin giving him a perfect glow. He was the definition of grace and elegance. He always made me feel a bit insecure. I never give myself a second glance in the morning. Maybe it’s because I won’t like what I will see. Or maybe it’s because I genuinely don’t care. But Dr.Hiddleston always looked proper. Well-groomed. 

“Sorry Dr.Hiddleston,” I flustered quickly making my way to my seat in the hall. My eyes spot my best friend Lily. Her blond hair was shoved up on top of her head in a messy bun, with her black sweats and sweatshirt were a perfect match as her clumpy mascara was running. She looked at me with a smirk as she shook her head. I took a seat next to her. 

“It’s alright darling, don’t make it a habit,” my professor's smooth voice said before he went back to his lecture. Nodding quickly I snatched my laptop out of my backpack and quickly logged in. 

Hearing a chuckle beside me I looked at Lily with a small glare, “told you, you're not built to stay up past ten.” 

“Shush, I needed to choose a topic,” grumbling I looked at my document, noticing the topic I picked highlighted with light pink. The connection of people. I was shocked I even got to pick the idea. But I feel the connection of people was a great topic. 

“Aurora, if you are going to come to my class twenty minutes late please don’t speak,” Dr. Hiddeslton's calm voice asked, annoyed. My mouth clamped shut giving my undivided attention to my professor. Something about Dr.Hiddleston his eyes are intimidating. They are this whimsical blue that I swear looked like the waves on the beach. Shells I swear are hidden inside them. But there is a sternness hidden in his iris, one that could make you shut up just by a subtle glare. Sucking in my saliva to rekindle some hydration. I just nodded and focused on his lesson. 

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Class ended. Unfortunately, it didn’t go off without a hitch. The embarrassing feeling never left my system. And currently sitting in the empty study hall where Dr.Hiddleston was collecting his papers and neatly tucking them away into his leather suitcase. It looked worn—the beige leather was faded in color; there were patches and stamps adorned on the huge case. It looked to have a lot of age. I bet if the suitcase was human. It would have probably been wise. It matched Dr.Hiddleston, a wise, wise man. 

“Aurora, are you okay?” his velvety tone coaxed me out of my thoughts. Something about him always made me feel small. I lose all confidence when I’m around him. It’s easy for me to talk to people. That’s never seemed to be an issue. Dr.Hiddleston had some ability to make you feel like a puppy being scolded. 

“Yes, Dr.Hiddleston I had a long night is all,” I confirm before sliding my backpack onto my shoulder preparing to exit. A cough made me look toward him. His sharp features were a questionable look. His brow quivered, thin lips pressed into a line, and his toned arms crossed over his chest as he leaned on his desk. 

“I would hope a party would not distract you from your work Ms.Canonsburg you are a great student and it would be disappointing to know something as insolent as a party would keep you from giving your best in class.” 

“I could confirm Dr, I was in no way at a party,” I flush, shaking my head, my hair hitting my face as I did the action. If one more person asked if I was at a party I was going to kick them. And probably scream. 

A bit of both. 

His face softened from his hard facade back into its usual cheery smile, and a wave of relief flooded over me, “May I be as bold as to ask what was keeping you up all night making you late to my class?” 

My breath hitched in the back of my throat. I didn’t want him to think I was blaming him for my tardiness. Honestly, it was on me. The topic isn’t due until three weeks from now. I just have so much other work I need this essay to be done before the semester is over. My eyes avoided his not wanting to meet his pretty blue ones. Teetering back and forth on my feet I proposed a small smile, 

“I was working on some homework.” 

“Mmm…Praytell, what class was this assignment for?” He integrated leaning his slim body on his desk still with his arms crossed and eyebrow plucked up but this time he seemed to have an amusement lacing in his tone as he had a pen in his hand shaking it around with two fingers. I couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed about that. 

He kind of talks like a book. 

My body went rigid before I cleared my throat getting my little white lie settled, “My Lit theory class.” 

“Interesting,” He said ominously before grabbing his frayed briefcase and walking beside. My neck couldn’t help but tilt up at the height difference. He was a foot and a quarter taller than I was, and his height brought a bit of fear to me. It wasn’t that being tall is a bad thing. I find it to be quite an attractive feature of a man. And I’m jealous of the taller woman. But I always had this slight fear of being in a relationship with a bean stock of a man. It was intimidating, my family is pretty tall and somehow I got the short gene. 

“Would you like me to walk you out darling?” 

Darling. 

“Um…yea that would be great thanks!” 

Taking my left hand and placing it in my right I cracked my knuckles each socket giving a solid pop sound. Switching my hands doing the same motion as I watched him turn off the lights and walk toward the door frame. The sunny room dimed a bit from the lack of artificial light but I followed him walking toward the door. His long legs strutted out the room me following in close pursuit. An awkward silence was placed upon us. We just walked our legs out of sink. He was always three steps ahead yet he would stop so I could catch up. It was a kind gesture. The light-haired man beside me was kind. A gentleman. He would shoot me a friendly smile like a reminder that there was nothing to be worried about. 

“Have you been having a hard time in your classes? This is why you are up to unruly hours trying to complete work,” he abruptly asked, breaking the silence that seemed to just become comfortable. The question made me jolt standing back a bit. Struggle? 

Shaking my hands around in front of me I frantically dimmed out his idea, “No, no! Not struggling, not at all, just want to get my work done before the holiday break! I have a lot to do over break so um… need to get it done is all!” 

My eyes trailed to his face which was contorted in an expression I couldn’t explain. His glasses slid to the bridge of his nose as his middle finger propped the magnifying glasses back to their regular position on his face. “What are your plans for the holiday break?” 

“I’m going home,” I lied. 

I never had a great relationship with my family. My siblings are far too old to come back home to deal with my dad. I understand he’s not the easiest man to deal with. He’s harsh, cunning, blunt. Though sometimes I can’t blame him for his anger. Is that bad? Sometimes I wonder if it’s bad. 

“Big plans with the loved ones?” 

“Exactly.” 

Both of us made it toward the exit, his long stature stood in front of me as he opened the door. He stood there jerking his head as if to tell me to walk through and I did just that. My converse walked out the door. 

“You have a good day Ms.Cannosburg.” 

“You as well Dr.Hiddelston,” 

With a quick smile, he left. Just simple goodbyes. 

Huh. 

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ plot: a college student who was as sweet as cotton candy and a professor who was as stern as a dean somehow make the perfect recipe for success. It is Aurora Lennonsburns begging of the year essay. she wants more than anything to become an English professor like her favorite teacher Mr.Hiddelston. Though mean and sour she loves the way he teaches she finds his lessons quite insightful and useful. She finally picks a title for her essay. She calls it enchanting. It almost matches her topic about the connection between humans. Mr.Hiddleston is impressed with her work. And for the first time, aurora puts down her book and starts to pay attention to her surroundings. but what if there was another interest, a small-town boy who was in a diner just making it by. The two seem to have an odd little fling. and Mr. Hiddleston doesn’t like that. 

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧ enchanting ˚୨୧⋆｡˚

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 1: 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 2: 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 3: 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 4: 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘣

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 5: 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 6: 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘦 & 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.

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˚｡⋆enchanting ˚｡⋆ (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/317943782-%CB%9A%EF%BD%A1%E2%8B%86enchanting-%CB%9A%EF%BD%A1%E2%8B%86?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=shebloomedthere&wp_originator=4bzrglnD2jOf3yHg7LP3svpmZ5hYodrBm99V%2BvnU69iE70pJiffIXIkcaGPX0EJf9ofGEp9gM7gymlmwOAvj4yaGR2fdkH%2B%2BvH0JU2JVBAL7qUZ7AuSaoOv2W6AKB5Rz ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ━━━━━━━━━ * ˚ ✦ a freshman in college wants nothing more than to complete her creative writing essay before the first quarter ends. smart, silly, and a bit oblivious aurora cannonsburg is the definition of a sharp student. though one morning she is late for one of her lectures and her perfect little routine is corrupted by two men who have always been in her life but now just seem a little more enchanting. sebstian stan is an ex-punk rock star who now runs a kitschy little diner and is always there for the girl whenever she needs though he would never admit he cares---and tom hiddleston her professor who seemed to develop an odd sense of admiration for the girl. though she never quite understood her enchantment with these men. ━━━━━━━━━ * ˚ ✦ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘵𝘤 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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˚｡⋆enchanting ˚｡⋆ - 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 5: 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1253304021-%CB%9A%EF%BD%A1%E2%8B%86enchanting-%CB%9A%EF%BD%A1%E2%8B%86-%F0%9D%98%A4%F0%9D%98%A9%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%B1%F0%9D%98%B5%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%B3-5-%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A5-%F0%9D%98%A2-%F0%9D%98%A4%F0%9D%98%B0%F0%9D%98%A7%F0%9D%98%A7%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%A6-%F0%9D%98%A7%F0%9D%98%B0%F0%9D%98%B3-%F0%9D%98%BA%F0%9D%98%B0%F0%9D%98%B6?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=shebloomedthere&wp_originator=oaTTU70%2BsO22I9%2BOm5nCM2JdkZCbLZbmzshigge0BIev0ays6ztzfbA4HwKB1DE2TgWNMnj3EHn7uJedRSqSLlS92CQ%2BPiuAR0JaTh6mMDqLaz4vqBF2HWI49ldmDPfA ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 

━━━━━━━━━ * ˚ ✦ a freshman in college wants nothing more than to complete her creative writing essay before the first quarter ends. smart, silly, and a bit oblivious aurora cannonsburg is the definition of a sharp student. though one morning she is late for one of her lectures and her perfect little routine is corrupted by two men who have always been in her life but now just seem a little more enchanting. sebstian stan is an ex-punk rock star who now runs a kitschy little diner and is always there for the girl whenever she needs though he would never admit he cares---and tom hiddleston her professor who seemed to develop an odd sense of admiration for the girl. though she never quite understood her enchantment with these men. ━━━━━━━━━ * ˚ ✦ 

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘵𝘤 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔞🩰

⁀➷ blurb!: the last elf left in the whole nine realms...and she is left with the asgardians. but not just any asgardinas the royalty. the king and queen of asgard. anthiea goddess of flowers spent the rest of her days with the asgardians being adored by the two sons.

ೃ⁀➷warnings!: loss of family, tragedy, hurt/comfort, angst, swearing, etc...

Chapter 2 ׂׂૢ་༘࿐:fairy tales. 

a month later…

She was so tiny, the prince brothers thought someone could step on her. Everyone of Asgard was one who did not lack height. But the little elf-pixie sure did. Currently she was practicing her ballet one her own, something that Frigga encouraged the young girl to do. 

Secretly she wanted the little girl to focus on everything but losing her whole planet and family. So she put her in many Asgardian activities. Including defense class which she was a bit hesitant about due to her age. 

Antheia loved ballet, she didn’t care for every other activity that the queen placed upon her. She loved to dance for independence. She didn’t need to rely on anyone, when she danced it was all her. The girl loved the tights and exquisite outfits that went with the sport. 

Though she hated the pain her feet went through when she slid on the pointe shoe. Still she liked the way it looked when she went up on her tiny tip toes. Her dance classes took place in the palace, a place she wasn’t allowed to leave until she was of age. The little princess was restricted to just being inside; she had the whole palace grounds and courtyard to play and frolic. 

She was always an agreeable girl, never one to break rules and always listened when told something. Deep down a part of her evided prince Loki and Prince Thor. They always left and re-entered when they wanted to. When she lived in Alfheim she wasn’t allowed out of the palace either. 

Though at that point in her life she didn’t care because her mother or father would never leave the kingdom either. But now her two new role models left all the time. Monkey see monkey do. And she wanted to do it. 

Doing a little leap she ended her little session for the day. Plopping her bum on the ground she untied her perfectly tied ribbon on her pointe shoes. Her little feet felt so relieved she stretched out her toes before running out the room to hers. 

Antheia loved her room. Frigga made it perfect for her. The white walls and the pink flowers that were painted on with gold trimming. It reminded the elf-pixie so much of her home planet. On her way to her room she was running down the hall something she really wasn’t supposed to do.

 But no one was home at the moment so she was more than happy to run freely around the castle. Her eyes caught sight of a black haired cat. Stopping instantly in her tracks she timidly put her hands out for the cat to show she was of no harm. The little cat instantly walked over to her though it started glowing green.

Squealing back in shock the girl fell right down on her backside making her hiss in pain from the hard floor. Looking down she saw the cat was no longer a cat. Instead they were a pair of leather boots. Antheia’s head shot up to see no other than her favorite trickster in his full height dressed in his blac and green leather clothes. Biting her lip she knew she was in for it now. 

“Now, now, now. What is this hm? Were you running in the halls little Antheia?” the once cat asked condensing knowing all too well the answer. 

The elf-pixie could never lie to him because she loved enough to never lie to him. And also he always knew when she fibbed. She stood there red in the face not knowing what to say to the mischief god. She should have known. Loki was infamous for transforming into different animals. Snakes are the most common. Antheia cursed herself for not realizing it was him. He always catches her in the mice of her mischief. 

“What is it darling? Cat got your tongue?” He questioned as he watched her open her mouth a couple of times to say something. But every answer she was going to say she couldn’t find a way to word it.

“Sorry…” The pixie mumbled as she turned to begin walking toward her room again, her feet dragging under her head. 

Before she knew it Loki was in front of her again with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, Antheia huffed seeing she wasn’t going to get out of this one. Lifting her arms as if she wanted to be held with her ballet shoes still clutched in her tiny hands securing them by holding them by the pastel pink ribbon. Rolling his enchanting blue eyes he obliged. His slender hands wrapped under her, placing her so that she was sitting comfortably on his hip. 

“That’s alright love, I won’t tell if you won’t.” 

Antheia nodded furiously. 

“Prince Loki, why are you home so early?” the ballerina giggled as he began to walk at a fast pace to which the goddess knew where. 

“Hm…ma chaton you think no one stays behind to watch you. My love, you’re not even five years of age yet,” the raven-haired man chuckled out thinking it was adorable that she thought anyone would trust her at the young age of four. A subtle pout formed on her rosy lips but she understood. Did that mean one of them caught her eating chocolate? 

“Yes. I have at least,” Loki answered the question she knew she said in her head. 

“Prince Loki! How did you do such a thing!” she squealed as Loki pinched her sides and she noticed they were walking toward her bedroom. Loki didn’t tell her she whispered out her thoughts, he just wanted her to think he was incredible. But that was the thing she thought he was incredible regardless.  

She felt relieved she wanted to get out of the tight leotard that was suffocating her. Or it was God's strength. 

“That’s a secret only I will ever know about my little one.” 

“You’re amazing,” she whispered out in astonishment, making the young god chuckle, kissing her cheeks with so much aggression, making her take her tiny hands to push him away. Though she had no strength compared to him so he continued to pepper her cheeks with tiny kisses. 

The soon-to-be little flower goddess with big eyes caught sight of her grand white door, “Halt!” she squealed, making Loki stop in his tracks. 

He gave her playful eyes, making her eyebrows furrow with the same emotion. She growled playfully before squirming out of his arms like a little snake as she hopped down when she noticed his grip loosened. 

“Hey what I have told you about that,” the raven-haired god scolds while looking down at the sheepish girl. 

“Don’t.” Antheia sighed, rocking back and forth on her toes. 

“Right. So don’t.” 

A huff of frustration left Antheia’s mouth all she wanted to do was change out of her tight leotard and into something more comfortable but every five minutes Loki was scolding her on something. Taking a deep breath she looked Loki in the eye, noticing his gaze was on she could only consider parental while he stood with his hands on his hips like a mother scolding her child. 

“I’m going to go change thank you, prince Loki,” the elven princess thanked softly, not wanting to create any friction between them. She really just wanted to change and was growing very fussy. 

Loki nodded, noticing her growing annoyance, she was trying so hard to hide it from him. He was just more than grateful she wasn’t lashing out at him. The god of mischief was not one who could tolerate people sassing him. He wasn’t known for his patient temper. 

“Alright, let me help you,” he offered, kindly wanting to calm her down, starting to feel bad that he had upset her. 

Antheia went red in the face. Why would she need help? She thought she was big now. She still didn't need everything. 

“It’s okay prince Loki! I’m a big girl now!” the little elf told him proudly. Loki rolled his eyes since when did this idea get in her head? She always asked for help and relied on Thor and him for everything. Even if it was to reach snacks she shouldn't be in the royal kitchen. Who would plant such an outrageous idea in her head, she was four.

“A big girl? Wow alright, go in. I will wait for her out here just in case,” Loki said in fake astonishment, wanting to play this game she didn’t even know she created. 

“Okay! But I will be okay!” The wide-eyed girl told him honestly standing on her tippy toes to reach the handle. Loki hid a scoff but covered his mouth with his hand as he watched her do this. 

“Don’t forget I’m right out here!” 

When Loki saw the door close he lent against the wall in the hall—patiently awaiting his call. For now, little Antheia was scrambling in her room to find the outfit that was already laid out by the maids. It was a gorgeous white dress with the neckline being a very subtle v-neck with a pretty rose fabric below it and white ruffles hanging below it, while the sleeves were one like a tank-top with gorgeous red ribbons on both sides. The waist of the dress was completed with a magnificent satin red bow that matched the ones on the sleeves. The white lace fabric continued down leaving an opening showing more of the pretty rose fabric as the hemline was finished off with lace and more little red ribbons. The dress had a matching bonnet and a pair of pearls. 

The pixie went behind the mannequin dropping her ballet shoes. She started gently unbuttoning it and the dress completely fell off when she was done. A little squeak left Antheia’s lips in shock. Loki heard this and instantly knocked on the door. 

“Everything is okay in there!” the little elf heard Loki’s voice panic. 

“Yes! Sorry Prince,” she apologized a bit embarrassed that she got scared of the dress falling. 

She started peeing back the sticky leotard and she let out a breath of relief, she did the same with the nude tights she had on. Taking the pretty dress she stepped into it, easily sliding the sleeves over her frail shoulders. Her wings popped out from the open back. Frigga made sure all of Antheia's clothes had open backs so her wings would have ample space to move around and grow. Heading to the giant gold-framed mirror in her room she noticed one problem. The back buttons. She tried for a minute but her short arms were no use.

Still, for ten minutes, she sat there plucking a prayer at her dress trying to fit the tiny white buttons through its matching slit. Huffing in sheer annoyance she gave up. Her hair was tied back in a bun so she placed herself on the floor in front of her mirror, plucking each hairpin one at a time until her hair easily fell out. But it didn’t look as pretty. It was a knotty mess and she needed to comb it out. Standing up once more she ran over to her beautiful white and gold vanity with her floppy dress falling off her and took the beautiful brush off of the table. 

Quickly skipping back over to her giant full-length mirror she placed herself right back onto the floor and began trying to comb out her long knotty hair. But to no avail, her hair stayed knotted and tangled. Dropping the brush. Her face began to feel red and just overwhelmed. She realized she couldn’t do it. There was a feeling she’s been feeling recently. One of uselessness. Looking down dissatisfied she slugged over to the door knowing she was going to need help. Standing on her toes again she tugged on the knob of the door. 

Disappointed. 

When she opened the grand door the raven haired god no longer stood there. Instead it was his vastly different brother. Thor, he had a warm, genuine smile while he looked down on her. The god of thunder looked at her with much admiration. He was proud that she tried to get ready on her own but even more proud that she came for help. 

“Hello my Prince,” Antheia called out looking up at him he noticed her eyes darting up and down the halls in search of Loki. Something Thor did often was crouch down in the presents of Antheia, she was so small. He thought if he were her size he would have feared him. Though she never did show signs she was afraid. The god always did it just in case. 

“Hello princess looking for someone?” Thor asked softly as he made eye contact with the dishevield girl. 

Well at least she tried. Thor thought to himself. 

“Help,” was all she said and the blond god understood and grabbed her little hand and led her back to her room. 

One thing Antheia favored about Thor, he never taunted or jested at her. If she needed help there was never a little joke or laugh that came with it. Loki didn’t realize it but when he chuckled at her and tried to hide it. She noticed. She noticed a lot. She wasn’t mad at him for it, she just preferred Thor for these types of things. When they walked into her room Thor spun her gracefully in front of her mirror. Antheia stood and saw Thor getting straight to work not even asking questions about the whole thing. He just kindly buttoned her dress up. 

“You did a good job for what you did do,” Thor complimented honestly as he made eye contact with her in the mirror. Hazel eyes met a pair of stormy ones. Antheia hid her small smile and warm blush. 

“Thank you but I was only able to put my dress on. I couldn't even button it,” she told him sadly. 

“Well think about it like this the only thing you couldn’t do was button the dress that means you are making progress. I couldn’t even put my armor on at your age but you already know how to put on this huge dress!” Thor explained to her as she giggled at the thought of Thor needing help. To the little girl he was a warrior, a viking someone who did not need help. 

“Prince I have a hard time imagining that being true,” Antheia giggled out loud making Thor smirk as he picked up the fallen brush and began softly combing the ends of her hair. 

“Believe what you like little one but know my mother was helping me till I was about a hundred years old,” Thor chuckled out honestly remembering the many times Frigga had to help Thor properly place his armor on and tie back his hair. 

“Wow, that's a long time!” the elf exclaimed, starting to feel a little bit better about herself. Thor laughed out loud a deep genuine laugh. He kept combing gently more around her hair finally noticing her hair back to its natural non knotty state. A comfortable silence fell over the two, the little pixie elf letting out hum’s everytime Thor brushed a little knotty area of her head. 

“Am I still a big girl if I need help,” The girl asked softly, making Thor stop brushing for a moment. Everyone needs help from time to time who told her differently. 

“Theia, everyone including big girls need help. No one could do everything on their own. That is the most painful experience anyone could ever go through. You are not put here to go through it alone. You will always have someone to hold your hand in your darkest times even if your dark time is needing help buttoning up your dress,” Thor informed seriously and he continued to brush her long locks. 

“But when you saw me reading on my own you called me a big girl, so I thought that meant being a big girl is doing things on your nown,” Antheia explained his thought process making Thor mentally kick himself.

“It’s great to be independent but it’s also great to know how to rely on someone,” the god told her, putting down the brush turning her around so he was now actually making eye contact, not through some mirror. 

“Oh? So I can be a big girl and still need help,” Antheia asked innocently, making Thor nod up and down. 

“Why didn’t you just say so,” She giggled. 

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Antheia was now fully dressed; she had her beautiful white and rose dress on with a pair of white ballet shoes and she had the adorable matching bonnet. She was gliding down the palace of Asgard finding her way into the palace library wanting nothing more than to read those fairy tales she heard about in the royal kitchen last week. Antheia was told that they were these amazing stories about true love. And she being the curious thing she is was dying to read them. 

Her small feet patterned against the floor, the sounds of her tiny heels clacking made the many servants and guards around the palace smile. She always gave a small wave to everyone she saw in the palace and they all of course returned the sweet gesture with a wave back or a small smile. Kind and blissful a bit meek at times but they all seemed to adore the new addition to the royal Assgardian family. Right now she is a mere guest staying until they find out what they want to do with her. But many rumors believe either the king, queen, or even one of the sons will be the ones to take custody. 

Antheia never acknowledged the rumors due to the royal family telling her never to listen to the noseynes of the palace. She always listened. 

“Now where are you going,'' a femine voice called out to the little elf pixie. 

Antheia quickly spun on her heels and saw the queen of Asgard in all her glory. The little girl never got much sight of Frigga. But when she did she was always vastly intimated. 

“To the library I want to read fairy tales!” the elf told happily she then noticed Frigga lent her hand to her. 

“Mind if I join?” 

“Of course you join!” Anthiea squealed, grabbing her hand as she led the way.

Frigga always wanted a daughter. Well one who Odin didn’t corrupt. She wished she could have saved her first born. Though she was far too late for that. She promised herself her sons were never going to let Odin but their downfall. 

“What tale were you thinking,” Frigga asked the tiny girl she only just noticed they were different in size as they walked down the grand halls. 

“The book is called'' From two worlds came one love ``.” 

“That’s a very great choice,” The queen complimented the little girl, making her chuckle in amusement. 

The two of them made a left and walked into the grand library. Frigga showed the young girl her favorite place to read. In the corner of the library there was a hidden rocking chair with a beautiful window that had the view of the space sea and a lot of comfy blankets and pillows made from the most beautiful silks in asgard. 

This was the same place she taught Loki magic. Taking a seat on the rocking chair she placed Antheia on her lap as summoned the book with a green haze around it. And there it was the book the little girl squealed in excitement when Frigga opened the cover. The queen smiled at the innocent girl. And began to read the tale, 

“One lived a little girl and boy, they both lived happy, amazing, adoring lives. They both froclicked in the sun and moon and the both of them played everyday and everynight. But the only thing was they lived in completely different realms. 

The girl was a princess from space, while the boy was a savilan who came from the realm midgard. They both were waiting for something but they haven’t known what they were waiting for— 

“Queen Frigga, what do you think they were waiting for,” Antheia interrupted, looking up at Frigga for answers. 

“Hmm…Maybe a moon,” Frigga answered  her with a smile as Antheia nodded her head up and down. The queen continued her story, 

“What they were waiting for, so they grew and grew until their childhood clothes looked like dolls clothes. The princess was going to be queen yet she still hadn't found anyone she loved and the kingdom was filling her with pressure, even though she had been scoping her kingdom out up and down though no suitors seemed to be a fit. The boy grew into a man and he became a hero, a mighty hero but he was lonely and he wanted a partner to help fight these battles.

One day, the girl had it out with her kingdom due to the pressure she was feeling and she ran away to a whole nother realm. And she fell right out of the sky. But she was catched by this amazing strong man. And she hated him for that. 

“Why!” the elf screamed. 

“Shh you will see.” 

“She was angry she didn’t want to be saved and she felt it made her weak—-” 

“What are you reading to this poor child,” an arrogant tone entered the small little hiding spot. Frigga rolled her eyes at her son knowing only he knew where this area was. The pixie shot her head up, annoyed that Loki interrupted the story. 

“A good story, this used to be your favorite when you were a child,” Frigga informed her son as Anthiea was glaring at Loki even though it looked more like a pout to him. 

“Mother, tell the child to take the pout off her lips,” Loki said like a child to his mother. He raised his brows up at Antheia giving her a subtle warning. Making the queen laugh at her son, if she recalled when he was a child Thor would tease him as the little god of mischief sat on his mother’s lap with almost the exact same pout on his face. 

“You used to be the same to your brother all the time,” Frigga tutted, making Loki’s face go slightly red as Antheia hid a cheeky smile. 

“Hey you little thing I don’t know why you’re smiling, you are doing the exact same thing,” The god of mischief pointed out making the small pout return on Antheia’s face. Loki smirked in triumph at his actions. 

“What are we doing in here,” they heard a booming voice enter the room Antheia turned her head and noticed it was the one and only mighty Thor standing there with his amazing long blond hair.  

“Talking about your brother being a pouty thing,” Frigga said easily as Loki’s face grew even more hot and annoyed. Antheia just leant back and enjoyed the little show playing in front of her. 

“I am not a mother! Stop telling everyone that!” Loki whined like how Antheia would make all three of them in the room chuckle. 

“Antheia is reading a story do you to want to sta—” 

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

“Great, they are n't that nice of them Antheia!” Frigga said happily as Thor gladly sat himself in front of his mother grabbing Loki’s arm and pulling him down with him.

 Both full grown god’s sat on the floor criss cross. One is more happy than the other. Antheia reached out to Loki wanting him to be the one to hold her. He rolled his blue eyes but still stuck his arms out to hold the small girl. Frigga gently passed Antheia over to him. And Loki plucked her right on his lap and the little girl just sat with her back to his chest gently snuggling in. Antheia gave Thor her hand and he gladly took it. Frigga used a bit of her magic and wrapped her children in soft silk blankets and put them in soft silk clothes. Thor had a red blanket and Loki a green. For Antheia she had a little pink blanket swaddled around her as Loki cuddled her close. 

 Antheia nodded her head at Frigga signaling it was time to read the story. 

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“And the two lived happily ever after…”

“That was such a good story!” Antheia giggled. Thor and Loki were practically sleeping by the time the story ended but the little girl was at the edge of her seat the whole time, stopping and asking questions every time something caught her attention. 

“It was good wasn’t it,” Frigga said softly, just loving the sight in front of her. Her two sons are practically falling asleep. Loki’s head was resting on Thor’s shoulder as Antheia was cuddled with Loki both of his arms securing her waist to his chest all while Thor still had a firm hold on her hand. 

“I want a hero like the princess did in the story!” Antheia squeaked, making both brothers instantly shot up at her sentence. 

“Why would you want a hero!” Loki exclaimed protectively, making Frigga roll her eyes. 

Thor nodded his head in agreement, “you have us!” 

“My hero will be as pretty as prince Loki and as strong as prince Thor!” 

“I’m not pretty?!”

“I’m not strong?!”

“For the love of Vahalla…”

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ೃ⁀➷ blurb!: the last elf left in the whole nine realms...and she is left with the asgardians. but not just any asgardinas the royalty. the king and queen of asgard. anthiea goddess of flowers spent the rest of her days with the asgardians being adored by the two sons.

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Chapter 1  ׂׂૢ་༘࿐:when kingdoms fall only memories are left. 

It was a dark day, the sun was setting as the hues of the dark night were upon the Planet of Asgard and the stars were beginning to show. The kingdom stood at the edge of the sea of space mourning the lost planet of Alfheim. The nine realms became the eight. And every realm was mourning the loss of the Elven planet. The boats were propped up in the water being ready to be sent out into the invisible sea of space. The king of Asgard the Allfather of the now eight realms stood sadly with his people standing behind him. But to the right of him stood his queen and his two sons. 

And the only elf left in the nine realms. 

Anthiea. 

The toddler stood between the two gods holding their large hands. The girl only reached their knees as she was clutching their hands with every ounce of power she could have conjured up but it wasn’t enough for the two norse god’s to even notice.

 Loki, god of mischief and Thor, god of thunder, stood tall dressed in black armor while the little elf wore a black short gown that was laced with gold, for it was inappropriate for a child to wear the solid color black. Her brown hair was slicked back with a headband so no hair was in her face, which was all she wanted to hide. For she never felt more lonely in her short life. Her little face was all red and agitated but the tears she was begging to let out were building up in her bathtub she called eyes. 

“On this day we celebrate not the loss of the planet Alfheim but the lives that deserve to be celebrated for showing nothing but loyalty and commitment to their kingdom. The Alfheim realm showed Asgard how to plant and prosper, providing food for those who can not. They showed us peace and how love could be a way to rule a kingdom. Their kingdom deserves to prosper. But they were lost cruel, cruel beings,” Odin began to speak his eulogy, his powerful voice silencing the people of Asgard. 

Antheia sniffiled a bit at Odin’s kind words. She was whisked away in a wave of memories. She remembered wearing simple gowns in the kingdom's garden, frolicking , picking the rarest flowers in the galaxy to give to her mother and father. She remembered its petals: the ombre color of the blue pink and green was one of the most gorgeous flows of color she has ever laid her eyes on. 

The young elf recalled when her father would set her on his throne telling her how one day she would rule her kingdom better than all of her ancestors. She remembered her mother creating her one of the most beautiful flower crowns in the whole nine realms. She blinked away tears dropping her hands down from the two gods who finally noticed the young girl smiling sadly while looking blankly in no where specific. 

Thor kneeling on one knee placing his large hand on the tiny elves tummy tracing her out of her thoughts. The girl turned her face toward the god of thunder. She smiled a little wider while tears started to pool out of her eyes. She looked into his stormy eyes filled with sympathy and sadness. The voice of Odin was now drowning out the elves' ears. 

“Hi little one,” The blond cooed softly, continuing the soothing motion on her stomach. He noticed her little hand sitting gently on his armor. His gruff hands went under her armpits lifting her body so she sat on his hip. Her tiny arms instantly clung around his neck as he shot off the ground he held tightly, securing her in comfort. 

The norse god couldn’t even begin to feel how she did. How do you relate to a little girl who lost everything? 

Thor couldn’t imagine a lifetime without Asgard, his mother, his father, his friends, Heimdall, and of course his brother. The people his land the place he called home. This little elf he was holding was the only one left of her kind left. The loneliness she was feeling was probably excruciating.

 He looked to his right to see his brother’s face solem at the sight of the little girl clung around Thor’s neck. Antheia’s eyes fell on Loki. She bit back her tears as she offered her small hand as if he was the one in need of comforting. He graciously took her little hand which he instantly engulfed. 

He wanted to be the one to hold her and tell her that she was going to be okay. But he knew if someone would have told him that he would be furious. Enraged at someone's stupidity to tell him he was going to be okay. 

Instead Loki placed a small enchantment on her. One that would help her let out the emotions she was building up in the creases of her eyes. When he saw her tears start to fall he was relieved, children should express emotions not suppress them. 

“Let them fall my love, those little tears are potions that will help kill this grief,” The raven haired god said comfortingly begging her to cry. 

Thor heard- small choked sobs fall from her mouth. He had to urge to help her stop crying. But he knew deep down he shouldn’t. He bounced her up and down softly doing his best to subtly ease her. Loki had a stern face at his brother but still Thor hated the sound of her broken sobs so he continued to bounce the small being. 

Odin the Allfather king of the nine realms began to notice her crying. He kept preaching his eulogy talking about the greatness of the Elven kingdom. Frigga the queen looked at her sons adoringly, seeing them both help a small child made her feel at least she did one thing right. Her eyes couldn’t help but sadly trail over to the little girl in her son’s arms. The wailing that could be heard from the girl was gut wrenching. Her small face was scrunched up very tightly and her tears were falling at an extreme rate. Big eyes were drowned out by the tears. 

“I want mama and papa,” she croaked out into Thor’s ear. The small sentence made him cling to her like a second skin. He felt his own tears and wanted to let loose but he wouldn’t be weak in front of her while she needed him most.

I want mama and papa. 

It stung. A baby. It’s all she was a little girl who wanted her parents to hold her and comfort her. And neither were there to provide. From that moment Thor swore to kill the people that killed the elves. For his sweet girl. 

Because no one hurts what he loves. 

Loki just stared at her confused on what to do. Her helplessness scared him. Such a defenseless creature. Bringing his lips to her small hand he placed a tender kiss on it just reminding her he was there. Antheia clutched his hand tightly in response. Thor watched the interaction before sadly looking at Loki. 

Face solem and defeated, the raven haired god shook his head. Odin had completed his speech and Frigga wanted nothing more than to tell her sons to bring the little girl inside for a bath and put her to bed. But there was a big ceremony tonight, the celebration of life. The young girl was far too young to attend for more than an hour. So the woman compromised by giving her a bath before the celebration and let her eat supper before I went to bed. The woman was dressed like a goddess. As she was. 

A long silk black dress that was a turtleneck where one side was built with some of the most rarest diamonds you could find in the whole nine realms, high heels that could make even the most petite maiden look tall, and her long hair was done up half up and half down with many soft braids decorated around the braid. Frigga started over to her sons, placing a loving hand on their shoulder. Both men looked over to their mother who had a soft, kind, smile. Both blue eyed gods softened when they met their mother’s gaze. 

“Get her washed up and in soft clothes, she was not ready for all of this,” Frigga instructed her children. 

“Of course mother,” Thor replied, feeling Antheia’s body slump against his hold. Loki just nodded in no mood to actually respond. 

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“Theia we must get you bathed please let me help you with the dress,” The raven haired god pleaded softly. The pair of brothers were sitting in the bathing chambers in their parents room begging with the girl to remove her dress. She sat on the ground zoned out from the rest of the world. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to listen, it was just that she really was in no mood to speak or to move. Her little head nodded signaling it was okay if they helped her. 

“Okay dove scoot around so I can untie the corset,” Loki instructed softly but he didn’t wait for her to do what she was asked, he simply picked her up and turned her so her back was facing him. Slender fingers went to work on undoing the millions of ties as Thor stood near the bath making sure it was warm enough to put her in. 

Both gods were no longer in their armor; they in short sleeve shirts; both of their arms were on display. Thor did look a little silly; he had a cloth draped on his shoulders, hair tied back, and alongside a simple dressing robe for Antheia. It was a creamy white color with a white bow on the top of the hem line. He watched his brother interact with the elf. He always enjoyed seeing Loki a bit softer than he would have normally been. When it came to Antheia Loki would take over a planet. A scary but true thought. 

The god of mischief was crouched down helping the little elf disrobe, the only thing that was left to remove was her under dress. It was placed under her so Antheia wouldn’t itch her skin the whole night. But Loki's eyes noticed something on her back. It was moving. The top of her back right between her shoulder blades was moving. 

“Anthiea? dove? Does your back feel a little off darling?” Loki questioned as he began to remove the undergarment. The little elf’s head bobbed up and down very quickly. The god quickly noticed a pair of tiny wings forming on her back. He held the dress so her bum was covered.

 Pupils expanding like saucers Loki’s hands went to gently touch the delicate illuminated wings. They were so tiny that Loki’s hand could cover both of them. But why did she have wings? She was an Elven , no elves ever were known to have wings. 

Then it hit him. 

She was smaller than most child elves, she was much more dainty, and her white freckles. Elves had dark freckles. One of her parents must have been a pixie. Cursing himself that he didn’t recognize sooner. 

“Brother,” the shocked god called over his brother who was playing with his hair. Thor just nodded walking over to the two. He thought Antheia was just being fussy and Loki needed his assistance. His long legs made it over there with much ease. When he saw his younger brother's finger pointed to her upper back you could tell at that moment they were brothers. The blond norse god’s eyes widened just as his brother created the same saucer shape the little elf looked at Thor with much concern. 

Antheia turned around and was scared of her begging Loki for some sort of answer. His face contorted anxiously quickly not wanting to hear another sobbing fest. Little whimpers could be heard from her rosy lips. 

“Shh, love you’re okay. You have wings my dear like the little pixies you read in those midgardian fairy tales,” Loki informed her like she was the coolest little thing in the whole eight realms. Thor was now on both knees gently examining her back. 

“Wow look at you Theia you are not just an elf but a little pixie!” Thor exclaimed happily following Loki’s pursuit on the idea of calming her down. 

“Pixie? I’m an elf,” the little elf-pixie said timidly fiddling with her long thick curls. The thunder god smirked before kissing the side of her head with all the admiration he could muster. Loki pre-occupied himself with flattening her hair and removing the head band upon her head. 

“Well you’re both,” Loki told her flatly he would say he’s shocked but he wasn’t. It was so blatantly obvious. 

“Does that mean I have magic like you, Prince Loki?” The brunette asked him with big alien eyes. 

“Could mean that, yes,” He replied, helping her step out of the under dress completely. 

“Anyone could have magic my dear,” Loki continued as he took her off the floor and toward the grand stone bath. Little flowers were decorated in the warm bathing water. He placed her small self into the water. She sat on one of the third steps so she wouldn’t submerge completely under the water. It was a large tub made of the grandest of marble. 

“So you’re not a pixie?” Antheia asks innocently, holding her breath before plopping herself under the water to make her hair wet, shooting back up immediately. Loki was leaning against the marble bath both his arms crossed under him as he let Antheia play around in the water like a little guppy.  

“Do I look like a pixie?” he asked sarcastically but the girl had no idea what sarcasm was so she nodded her head up and down as she held up one of the many petals scattered in the water.

“You kind of look like a pixie,” Thor agreed as Antheia swam to the edge where Thor was walking to. 

 A subtle chuckle could be heard from the blond god mimicking Loki’s pose. Thor took the petal in her hand and kissed it. She blushed softly and giggled at the action before returning to her water adventures. 

“I do not look like a pixie!” Loki exclaimed, making them both roar out into a fit of laughter. 

“You look more like a pixie than Theia does,” the elder brother jokes, finding a jar of the natural honey-vanilla scented soap and lathering it into the girl's hair suds. 

“Prince Loki is a cute pixie!” 

“Will you cut that out before I put you in time out,” The mischievous god said all serinoes laced in his tone. Thor took his soapy hand and punched his brother slightly shaking his head Loki glared at noticing his arm was now full of suds. Antheia frowned and gave a cute little pout making Thor kiss her soapy forehead making the freckled girl’s nose scrunch. 

“Well I am the eldest so that means I'm in charge of the punishments and I say attack Loki with bubbles!” The blond said with a playful glare in his eyes as he quickly swiped a handful of suds off of the pixies head and swiped it all over Loki’s face. The god of mischief's face was in utter disbelief but it was until he saw Antheia tiny self standing on the step placing suds on his head was when he snapped. His eyebrows raised and his smirk turned to one like the Cheshire cat. 

“Oh you two are in for it now aren’t you.” 

Before the pair of trouble makers knew it Loki had used his magic to make them both covered in bubbles. For Antheia it wasn’t much of a problem but for the thunder god he was out of the water dry covered with bubbles. So as the little elf-pixie was sumberging herself under water removing the suds easily Thor was brushing the bubbles off of his skin as Loki was chuckling to himself helping Antheia remove the bubbles when she popped back up. 

“Loki!” 

  ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“There you are ma chaton,” Loki cooed as he dried off Antheia with a fluffy white towel. Constantly shaking the towel around her, fluffing her around making sure the young elf would be soft, warm and dry. Thor had left to take a bath himself in his chambers. So the pixie-elf and the god of mischief were left together. 

“Prince Loki?” Antheia said his name in a soft whisper. Her head was pointed down as she clung the towel around herself not wanting to lose the warmth. 

Loki’s two fingers went under her chin gently plucking up her head; he had an adoring smile, one that is only shown to the little girl and his mother from time to time. 

“Yes princess?” he asked, picking her up and placing her on his hip as he walked toward the door out of his parents room. 

“Do you think mommy and daddy are in Valhalla?” she asked innocently looking up at him with those huge doe eyes. Innocence is such a foregin concept to him. He was so used to using snarky comebacks, and lies he had no idea how to answer such a delicate sensitive question. 

“You’re mother and father were kind and strong beings, you my dear are a product of those two warriors. I have not a doubt in my mind your parents are looking down adoringly,” The god of mischief and life said with all honesty. Antheia looked at his blue eyes only seeing truth she nodded then yawned placing her little head on his shoulder finally calming down from the heightened emotions from today. 

“Thank you prince Loki, love you…” she slipped , falling completely asleep. Loki smiled a genuine one. He clung to her tightly like a teddy bear. 

“Yes little one I love you as well.” 

[aflowerthatbloomed]

𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔞🩰 

⁀➷ blurb!: the last elf left in the whole nine realms...and she is left with the asgardians. but not just any asgardinas the royalty. the king and queen of asgard. anthiea goddess of flowers spent the rest of her days with the asgardians being adored by the two sons.

ೃ⁀➷warnings!: loss of family, tragedy, hurt/comfort, angst, swearing, etc...

chapters:

prelude

chapter 1

chapter 2

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

antheia (series)

enchanting (series)

[aflowerthatbloomed]

𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔞🩰 

ೃ⁀➷ blurb!: the last elf left in the whole nine realms...and she is left with the asgardians. but not just any asgardinas the royalty. the king and queen of asgard. anthiea goddess of flowers spent the rest of her days with the asgardians being adored by the two sons.

ೃ⁀➷warnings!: loss of family, tradgey, hurt/comfort,angst, swearing, etc...

Prelude  ׂׂૢ་༘࿐: Antheia 

Tiny feet patterned down the grand halls of The Royal Palace of Valaskjalf. Long wavy locks swayed back and forth against her back. The silk fabric of the slip she was wearing was pooling under her feet due to the girl's young age and height. Her small limbs ran so fast that it was almost impossible to catch her. 

“Antheia!”A powerful voice boomed, however, the girl didn’t shrink in fear from the mighty voice. Instead, she giggled and kept going. Her swirling brown eyes caught a glimpse of blond hair flowing as he jogged after the little girl. 

Hiding behind a giant marble pillar she sunk down catching her breath. The girl was the princess of one of the nine realms. The one-day goddess of the flowers, human love, and spring. The one who takes the pain away. The princess of the Elves. She stayed with the two elder princes and the all-father of Asgard plus his kind queen Frigga. The girl's parents left her in their care due to a giant war outbreak in the Elven kingdom. 

Antheia was known for being mischievous though there was no harm in her little jokes, she usually apologizes after she gets caught. Her family and friends find the quality quite adoring. 

Before she could get up to start running again, large hands engulfed her armpits and lifted her off the ground as if she was nothing but a feather. Being placed on the person's hip she laughed not being mad she was caught. Dark raven hair was all she could see; it was perfectly slicked back. She knew who it was, and for that, she didn’t fight with him; she just laid her tiny face on the person's gold chest plate. 

“Now my darling, I definitely know this long garment is not yours. Have you happened to get it from my mother's wardrobe?” The soft voice of Loki cooed as he looked at the long cloth draping over his arm as he carried the little princess. He tried to bounce her a bit to get her sleepy. 

“It’s pretty,” the girl defended as she looked up at her elder’s emerald eyes that she always thought held a bit of naughtiness and beauty. That made sense. For he was the god of mischief. She always wondered maybe that's why he was always the one to catch her. 

“Unfortunately my la fèe, this part of the dress is strictly made for going under the maiden's gown. It would be indecent just to be wearing this in public,” Loki explained, brushing hair out of her face as he noticed her eyes starting to flutter.  

The little girl mimicked his actions propping herself higher so she could reach his head. Her little hands started slicing back his greasy black hair. Even though it wasn’t needed for his long hair to be slicked back. 

“But what makes Prince Loki indecent? It’s a simple garment and comfy and pretty! I believe it doesn’t make a lady indecent,” She retorted as Loki pushed her down, she started fiddling with the fabric of his mother's silk underdress. 

“Well-” Antheia’s babysitter was about to explain to her more but then Loki felt a hand on his shoulder. Rolling his eyes subtly he knew it was his elder brother. 

“Loki, you caught her?” Thor asked, amazed. Antheia was one of the fastest runners in the nine realms so trying to catch her when she’s on the move is almost impossible. Thor looked down, noticing his charge curling up in his brother's arms in his mother’s slip. He scoffed at the sight. 

“Yes she was resting,” The raven-haired man said, shifting the girl in his arms so she could be cradled in a princess' hold. The blond brother kissed her tiny forehead before grabbing the extra fabric from the dress polling from his mother's undergarment on top of the girl making a makeshift blanket. Loki looked down just taking her in. 

To Loki, she was like a little angel. The one thing except for his mother that kept him sane. He remembers when his parents brought the young girl in from a trip. And the kingdom of Valkai was sent to retreat the young girl due to her being misplaced by her kingdom. She was swaddled in a small cloth and dirt scuffed her cherub face. That was the first time the green-eyed man felt rage. A rage that couldn’t be described as rage. It was a fury one that made him want to kill. 

“She still looks like the baby the Elves showed us,” The lighting god gushed as he noticed her fully asleep now. Loki nodded, not being in the mood to be sentimental; instead, he wanted to enjoy the moment of cradling what he considered family. 

“What is she doing in a slip?” Thor asked, finally noticing the dress was extremely long. The pair were walking slowly down the hall to bring Antheia to her room. 

“She found it in mother's wardrobe and believed it was pretty, put it on and ran,” Loki filled his brother in. Loki couldn’t help but smirk at the little girl’s mischief. 

“Did you tell her that-”

“Of course brother but she thought it was beautiful and covered enough,” Loki quickly cut Thor off. 

“She will be trouble one day, maybe worse than you,” The god of thunder jokes. 

“No, she will be an angel,” Loki finalized. 

Thor shook his blonde locks opening the large door that led to the baby goddess's room. One that the Asgardian family thought was necessary to create. A giant room with a giant bed and giant widows. The rich marble embedded in her walls, and gold trimmings adorned the trims of the room. A chandelier hung grandly in the middle of the room as the light of the Asgardian moon shined a supple light onto her large bed. A bowl of water and a cloth sat beside her bed. 

“Get her nightgown,” Loki ordered his elder brother who compiled without question stepping toward the sizable walk-in wardrobe. 

The younger of the two brothers gently took the head of his charge and gently palmed it laying her horizontally on her bed while laying her head back like she was still a newborn. Thor re-entered holding a small white lace nightgown with a petite bow right in the center. It was short and had a matching set of bloomers. It was a funny sight seeing the giant god of thunder holding a toddler size pajamas and passing the matching set to his younger brother. 

“I’m going to change her so turn around,” Loki hissed, shielding the young princess away from his older brother who was making a face of disgust. 

“Loki even though you would prefer I not be a babysitter she is still also in my care just as much as she is yours,” Thor told his younger brother though still out of respect he turned around.  

The raven-haired man rolled his eyes again, gently dressing the young princess in her nightwear. The girl was only two in human years. A baby. A child. Loki and Thor wanted to keep her hidden within the castle walls for the rest of their days. Thor started to make the bed so he could lay her down properly.

“Alright, she’s done,” The mischievous god announced moving back so Thor could tuck her in. 

The eldest brother grabbed his charge and moved her so her head was now on a pile of pillows. Covering her with a silk blanket, he tucked her in tightly, ensuring she would not fall out of the tall bed. 

“Goodnight my dear little one, may you be blessed with the sweetest of dreams and the happiest mornings,” Thor whispered as he kissed her forehead and blew out a burning candle. The man walked toward his brother with a small smirk on his lips. 

Loki was never one to show affection, especially not to children. The god found them repulsive. Like slugs. But when he met Anesthesia that day he didn’t mind her presence. In fact, he didn’t even mind the family of Elves visiting. He used to despise when neighboring planets would come to meet with the Asgardians. But he truly deep down didn’t mind when the elves came especially with the child. He remembered when he was left alone with the poor infant for the first time. She was clearly in distress. 

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“Child why do you cry,” the god whined as he heard the constant sobs of the little elf. The small thing was in a golden cradle and swaddled in a sheep’s wool blanket. The color was dyed by the roses of The Elven kingdom and when it mixed with the white wool it created a perfect cream pink color. 

The two were left alone in the grand hall, The king and queen of Asgard decided to show the Elven royalty their palace. Leaving Loki and Thor to watch the child, but Thor had urgent requirements in the bathing chambers. So Loki was the only eligible babysitter to watch the baby elf. More than anything Loki would have rather had a lecture with the allfather than have to watch the child. 

“Oh, Vahalla child you sound like someone is torturing you,” Loki complained walking toward the cradle he took a double take as he witnessed her tear-stained face he sat back down on one of the many chairs in the room. White freckled cheeks flushed with red from the agitation of her sobs, water was clinging to her cheeks, and her huge eyes were squinting as if she was staring right into the sun. Loki suddenly felt a wave of helplessness from the child made him feel just as defenseless. Shooting up from the chair he was sitting in he walked toward the cradle and placed his hands on either side of the small crib and looked down at the small thing with scrutinizing eyes. 

Loki never looked at the child but she was quite…adorable. The thought made him cringe. But his blue eyes looked curious. Olive-colored skin, huge hazel orbs, and cute tufts of brown-colored hair sat softly at the nape of her neck. And he couldn’t forget to take notice of her tiny pointy ears that were pierced with golden earrings that were the shape of small hearts. He rolled his eyes and he knew that her sweet little facade was a trick for he was the god of mischief. And he would not be fooled. Still, a part of him was ripping at seams at the small wails that were echoing around the large room. 

Hearing his parents walking down the hall, Loki instantly started rocking the cradle back and forth; he was not getting in trouble for this child’s sobs. Since Thor wasn’t there, there was no one to shift blame to. To no avail, the child was not letting up on her tiny tears. 

“Child for the love of the allfather please stop.” 

“I will give you anything child,” Loki pleaded with the young baby. Still, the tears kept coming and the helpless feeling would not halt. 

The magical man even used some of his illusions to try and calm the flailing baby.

A little memory flooded the god’s mind. 

To Loki this idea was dumb, even reduneted to the matter. But he remembered when he was a child and his mother would play a game where she would hide her face with her hands and remove them as if she reapered. 

And apparently Loki got the biggest kick out of it when he was a young child. 

Scowling at the idea the god rolled his in annoyance. Standing over the cradle with his full giant height, long raven hair and incredible green and black asgardian leathered clothes. Loki did look a bit scary. He was chiseled and had hard features on his face. 

Placing his large hands on his face, he heard the baby go quiet for a moment he let out a breath of relief from behind his hands before removing them off of his face, 

“Peek-a-boo!” Loki playfully jested. But instead of the baby replying in happy giggles or coos she began to sob. Maybe it was steel eyes, or his deep voice but whatever it was the baby began to flail out into more tears than before. Again fear flew up his body. Shaking his head. The idea cerintialy was not going to work. 

“Shh…” Loki cooed, rocking the crib softly back and forth in gentleness, something so foreign for the young god but the only thing left in his head he could think of. The little thing kept crying though it sounded a lot less loud there were no more echoes more quiet and crackly. Being so stressed about the tears of the little girl he forgot he had magic that could potentially soothe the elf. Instead, the God of Mischief placed his hand on her tiny tummy and started rubbing circles on it. His large hand covered her whole torso. The cries slowed down. 

It worked better than the little peek-a-boo trick. 

Little gurgles and coos could be heard from the girl now. Even little giggles. 

Loki himself started to smile and even chuckle in relief noticing the infant no longer sobbing. He continued to rub up and down her tummy as she resumed to spread infectious giggles. 

“Ah, so you can stop. I thought I was going to die of your battle cries little one,” the raven-haired man said, now tickling her tiny belly. His fingers spidered all over her making the small thing squeak in happiness. Now that he had a proper interaction with the baby he had finally noticed how small she was compared to an asgardian baby. It made sense though to him; she was an elf. And of course she would have been much smaller than any asgardian child. 

The weird urge to hold the child clouded his thoughts. He wondered if she would like that. To be held and comforted. Still the idea scared him. What if he hurt her. He could practically hold her with one hand and she would never grow heavy in it. He could break her so, so easily. Still he wanted to try even though one half of his brain was yelling practically begging him to not do so. 

Placing his hand below her head which didn’t even fill up half of his large palm he placed the other one below her bum scooping her up with such ease. The pink blanket clinging to her like a second skin and Loki made sure to keep the blanket tight and secure on her. He heard her remenssing giggles and laughs. He smirked at the adorable noise. He lifted her so her body laid against his cool chest plate as her head lent against the nape of his neck. When her tiny cheeks met the area little sounds of annoyance left her Loki instant started bouncing her. 

“Ah child, what have you done,” Loki complained to the child as he looked down on her to see her pretty hazel eyes pooling warmly into his. She had a piece of his long hair in her mouth drooling on it a bit. 

“You little-” 

“Loki?” Thor entered the room in shock hearing not only the baby giggling but his brother also laughing quite a bit. The blond god couldn’t help but walk toward the pair in admiration. He has never seen Loki so openly affectionate. Watching him hold the young elven princess made his heart happy knowing his brother somewhere deep inside had a soft spot. 

“Thor,” Loki responded, trying his best to sound monotone but he couldn’t keep the smirk off of him. And how could Thor blame him? Loki has tried very hard in the past to make people laugh with his tricks but every time Loki tried people ended up crying, or in distress. All he had to do here was tickle her small belly and she was happy. 

Maybe that's what Loki ever wanted with his mischief. 

Was to make someone happy.