hi! my name is Abi. I'm a junior in highschool and I live in Texas. I'm mildly popular on a writing site named Quotev and you can look at my profile here
If you want a reason for fighting billboard, I’ll give you one. These are from the senior correspondent of billboard about the 5SOS situation.
he regurgitated the article and turned our argument into a petty math problem instead of addressing the issue of a policy that has been lifted for other artists. Let it be known that in the policy ticket/album bundles are exempt from being counted until debut week.
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The first time your relationship is made clear there wont be any reason to go back to your parents on his part, not wanting anything apart of your live together that upsets you so much up to the point your basicly a different person, no longer being as happy or giddy, as free as usual and that pains levi to see
If you didnt tell him about your strained relationship with your parents hed probably end up forcing you to introduce him, not wanting to just be a random dude to your family
With your abuse history in mind Levi would do his best to avoid any type of controlling behavior, thinking that he shouldnt ever be the reason to your dismay and fear of expression, and if you show any signs of that hed be heart broken
Levi wants you to feel free around him, no high expectations nor restraining rules, only the basic guidelines to love and be with him. In levis mind theres no reason to to even consider the idea of getting revenge on your behalf, not until the moment you physically break down in his arms from the years of being raised by them haunting you
In your view theyll just disappear, its not like you were all that desperate to talk to them on a daily basis anyways right? So whats a few months of them not attempting communication?
Levi would do everything in his power to keep your mind off of every bitter thing youd possibly think of regarding your parents, or comfort you when it becomes to much to hold back, kisses and cuddles galore as much as you need
Legit is confused for a good moment as you push him away cursing as you stumble back on the sidewalk, refusing to allow loki to come even close to greeting you with a kiss with mumbled objections
"Get your slut hands off me, i aint like that," slurring at him while Loki watches you attempt to compose yourself, now aware of what he has to deal with as you keep a distance between the two of you before sighing
"What would get you to come back home with me? Cause surely you arent going to find your way back like that" Loki gestures to your drunken form as he talks, ignoring whatever insults you hurl at him trying to figure out what he could say to convince you to lower your guard
"How about i cook your favorite meal, or maybe a cuddle session would be more in your interest right now?" Trying to rest his hand on your shoulder just to have some type of hold on you before you slap his hand away once again, yelling out your not interested, that youd only do that with with loki, not realizing that he was loki
All he could muster at that moment was a "i see..", realizing your too intoxicated to even identify your own lover before coming up with a sudden plan
"You do understand your boyfriend sent me to retrieve you right? Theres no need to make a fuss like this" watching as you suddenly relax around him completely naive, trusting him on the spot filling in the distance between the two of you
Its relieving to finally have you agree to come home at such a late time, street lights illuminating your path as you suddenly start asking him questions of how he knows loki, then praising him not even a second later
Even while drunk you still manage to make him blush without meaning to, dramatic motions made all while you rant on about how much you love your boyfriend, completely unaware that hes walking beside you at the very moment possibly cause of your blurred vision as a affect of alcohol
Youll pass out beside him the moment he manages to set you down on the couch, leaving him to be flustered on his own as he covers you up with a blanket for a good nights sleep and recovery
Summary: You’re captured and detained in a First Order ship. You’re trying to be strong in the midst of this fearful situation while also being worried about your best friend, Poe. And on top of that, you can’t shake off this connected feeling with your abductor- Kylo Ren.
Word Count: 2k
warnings: some swearing, a little poe fluff and yearning
a/n: oh boy here we go. im honestly just going through the whole damn movie it seems wow.
taglist: @obsessionprofessional, @absurd-miss-me, @moonprincess003, @nicotinebirds, @starfishfaerie, @dahlia-daugherty (if you want to be removed/added to this taglist just shoot me a message)
recap: His eyes drifted down and settled close to your chin. You shifted once more. "And I kinda don't want to let you go."
The air was stiff as you stared up at the man. You... quite frankly you didn't know what to do. He seemed to be waiting for an answer as his eyes bore into yours. You swallowed as your tongue felt dry and sticky. Then almost comically, you just leaned to the side and out of his touch.
"I... would rather you just not." You ended up stating to him. His eyes fluttered as he blinked and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Wha… what?" He asked seemingly very confused. You swallowed, again because you seemed to be very thirsty, and raised your head a little boldly.
"You heard me." You said defiantly as you stared up at the man. His Adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed. He was looking at you as if he couldn't believe what you were saying. You saw how his shoulders went up and down as he took in a breath. This man... this cold-blooded murderer... this absolute monster- was he truly in shock of what you said?
You could feel your boldness extending throughout your body. You straightened your shoulders back as best as you could. You looked him squared in those confused eyes of his.
"I've never dreamt of you and I sure as hell don't plan to." It was like your words sent a wave of physical shock to him as he moved back. You allowed a tinge of a smirk to grace your lips.
His eyes left yours and instead moved to the floor. He seemed to be thinking. Calculating? More like trying to figure out what the hell you were saying. His breathing was coming out in steady huffs as he continued to look down and away from you. Then slowly his eyes glided from the floor, up your dusty pantsuit, and connected with your fixed eyes.
"You... you've never dreamed of me?" He said in what seemed like a scared whisper as he stared at you. Your head slowly shook no as you stared right back at him. "Oh." He said as his eyes dropped back down onto the floor. He was silent for a few moments and almost... almost you were regretting your choice of words at him. To see that he clearly didn't think it would be like this? It... it almost made you feel sorry for him.
But almost is not enough. He was a murderer. A cold blooded killer. He deserved nothing less then to be in agony himself. But this... the human nature of you made you watch him in a different light. He may be a murderer and a monster, but he... he was still just a man. You shifted uncomfortable about the feeling in the air as he slowly sighed and looked back up at you. Something seemed different in his eyes. Almost this... this coldness accompanied his gaze. You felt your skin breaking out in goosebumps as you stared back at him. Almost robotically he lifted up his helmet and placed it back over his head with a click.
"I'll be back later." He stated before he turned away from you. It took you a few moments to realize that he was leaving. Actually leaving? You- did you just win against him? You blinked a few times as the door shut and locked behind him. You... won. You made it through his interrogation.
A relieved sigh came out of your mouth as you leaned back against the chair. You actually did it. Your eyes drifted up to the ceiling and to the bright light shining above your head. But he... he'll be back. That thought made you furrow your eyebrows. And next time he probably won't let up as easily as he did. So this only left a certain window for an escape. You sighed in a frustrated manner as you looked to the wall. How are you going to escape? You couldn't just walk out of this cell now could you? Well... you tilted your head a bit. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea.
Time seemed to stretch on and on as you mentally plotted your escape. Your desire to sleep was starting to crawl onto you. When was the last time you slept? It couldn't have been too long ago, right? But the pulling of your senses was only increasing as you sat- well sorta laid- in the chair. You focused on the wall as you kept yourself from falling asleep. You had to stay awake. You had to be ready to escape. But the longer you stared at the wall, the desire grew stronger. But... you.... had to... you needed to... your head started to dip down as you let go of your conscious. The uncomfortableness of the chair was cast away out of your thoughts as you fell asleep. Nothing mattered in that moment except.... pure.... and blissful.... sleep.
But the sudden whoosh of the door had your body snapping upright as you were startled awake. Your eyes darted around the room fearfully before... oh. It was just a trooper. He didn't say anything except unlock your restraints. Your heart was beating in your chest as you watched the man- or at least you were assuming this was a man. What was happening?
"Come with me." Was all that he said before you were walking out of the cell with a set of handcuffs fastened on your wrists.
You almost stumbled a few times as you walked down the hallway. Being cooped up in that chair made your legs feel woobly and unsure as you tried your best to walk in a straight line. But gosh darn it. You felt like the manifestation of a noodle. The man's hold on your arm was surprisedly gentle and not very firm. It felt like he was only suggesting you follow where he was guiding you. Where exactly was he guiding you? Your brows furrowed as you glanced at the shiny, white armored man. But before you could ask the man where he was taking you- your body was shoved into a break in the wall.
Your eyes widened as you stumbled into the tight space with a surprised yelp escaping your lips. You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to hit a hard wall, but instead you... were steadied by a pair of strong arms? Your eyes fluttered open only to be met with the face of... oh God. Poe.
"Hey." His voice came out in a hushed tone as he looked at you. Immediately you flung yourself onto him while gripping onto his shirt with your cuffed hands. Poe- he- he's here. He's here. You hadn't realized you started to cry until his arms were wrapping around you. "Hey- hey. It's all right. I'm here." He whispered as you leaned even more into his chest. "Everything is going to be okay."
Slowly, your head pulled back from the crook of his neck. You swallowed as you focused your watery vision on him.
"I... I'm so happy to see you." You whispered as you gazed up at the man. His lips curved into his signature smirk.
"Yeah? Missed me that much?" A breathy laugh escaped your mouth as you did your best to wipe off your cheeks.
"Maybe." You whispered up at him. His smirk slowed into a smile before his warm hand reached up and cupped your cheek. You felt them warm as he brushed your runny tears off of your cheeks.
"Yeah.... I missed you too, Sunshine." He whispered back down at you. He... he was going to make you cry again. But then suddenly, your head jerked to the trooper from before with a start. Poe seemed to notice your sudden attention as he answered your unanswered question, "He's helping us escape." Your head nodded slowly in understanding.
"Oh... okay." You said as your heartbeat slowed down. Poe removed his arm from your waist as he cleared his throat. You forced yourself not to show your disappointment at his action. Oh.
"So here's the plan."
After a few minutes of Poe explaining what was about to go down, you were walking down a brightly lit hallway with the two men. Soon that hallway transformed into the ship deck and you found yourself gazing around in awe. Wow. This ship truly was a wonder for being so... well.... bad. It had a certain beauty that you could respect about it. A tug on your arm had your feet moving once more as you forced yourself to focus. This ship may be pretty, but you needed to focus. Focus and get out of this pretty hell hole. You followed Poe through the loud bay as the three of you jogged to the nearest tie- fighter. The trooper that was helping you (he never said his name) jumped down and you followed after him. Then... wait.
"Uh- Poe? Where should I sit?" You voiced out your thought as you crouched in the small space.
"My thigh." He stated as he turned on the ship. You bit your lip unsurely as that... well.... there was always this unspoken rule between the two of you- you were just friends. Nothing more. "What? We gotta go." He hurried you and you nodded rapidly.
"Ah- right." You muttered before you crawled over and settled yourself down on his thigh. You were glad you were facing away from him or else he would see your blushing face. It wasn't that this was a bad place to sit... well... actually. Yes. It was. A very bad good place.
And before you knew it, the ship was rising. You planted your feet firmer on the flood as you tried not to wobble on Poe's leg. But a sudden jerk almost caused you to fly off of your perch and onto the floor. You gasped as you quickly steadied yourself.
"Uh- I can fix this!" The man from before shouted from his side as Poe nodded and wrapped a free arm around you.
"Lean back." He muttered close enough to your ear to make goosebumps rise on your arms. You simply nodded and followed his directions.
Then the tie fighter guided out of the bay and into the open space as you kept yourself from moving. Poe removed his arm and instead steered with both hands now. You swallowed as you fought to keep your thoughts focused on the moment. Almost you wanted to jerk your hands out and steer for yourself whenever it felt like Poe was flying too dangerously. But you knew that he knew what he was doing. Just maybe a little recklessly in your opinion.
But as the ship soared through the blackened sky... you felt this strange unease coming onto you. Your brows furrowed as you shifted uncomfortably. Why were you feeling this? There was nothing here to put you in this... this mood. You felt like you were being watched. That something was.... was watching you. But what? Whatever was spying on you felt dark. Sinister even. It... it... it didn't feel right. It felt wrong, completely wrong.
Your thoughts were suddenly snapped back into reality as- wait. Wait a second.
"Did we just- get hit?" You asked worried as you heard the roaring of the tie fighter. You saw the brief glimpse of dull yellow out of the corner of your eye as you looked up at Poe.
"We... we did." He whispered seeming almost in shock himself before he looked down at you. "Hold on, Sunshine."
I‘m that anon who asked about your piece ‚business‘ HAHHA OMG I didnt notice that you had a quotev profile where u kept updating. Big brain energy. 🤡🤡🤡
haha yes I wasn’t sure if you meant on here or on quotev. but yeah quotev is where I’ve published the prologue and chapters 1-11
A/N: still not completely my best writing oof but here we go
taglist: (none as of yet since i’m keeping the taglist for the ben solo blurb separate from this one)
You know how like in some novels things happen right away one after another? Like the very next day or something?
Well that didn't happen with you.
The day after the whole fiasco with Romeo and Juliette... things were pretty chill. Boss of course seemed just a little agitated, but that was normal in your opinion since well... she always had a resting bitch face. Always.
And then it was two days after it.
Still nothing. You somehow got hit in the head with a paper ball that was thrown so badly it flew over the small wall that separated the cubicles instead of the trashcan. Yeah. That person's aim was horrible, but eh. They offered you chocolate once so you were cool.
Three days after everything still was kind of cool. Someone's phone kept buzzing the Backstreet Boy's song I Want It That Way and of course any reasonable person would sing along with it which of course was you.
Then four- well that was Saturday. And that was your glorious dayoff of going to the store and getting facial masks.
And fifth was Sunday and with that you mostly chilled while working on editing your paper.
Six was... Monday to say the least.
No comment.
And then what do you know? A whole week went by the incident and it seemed that no one even remembered or cared or just... were even awake to see it.
Tuesday started out kind of nice. You didn't do that annoying thing of where you wake up like ten minutes before your alarm and then you try to go back to sleep because hey it's way too early but then you can't because anxiety and you spent like seven minutes inwardly arguing with your anxiety and before you know it- it's time to get up.
But that didn't happen. That happened on Monday, yes, but Tuesday? Nah you woke up to the beautiful bliss of birds using their vocal cords and like some violins playing in the background. Over all it was nice.
And you got a cheese bagel at your nearby bagel shop because they're everywhere.
You greeted the security man that stood by the door with a 'good morning' on your way into the large building that also housed other companies like some kind of shoe company and like maybe one of Jojo's bowties? You really didn't know and didn't really wanna know. You walked out of the elevator of the floor you were on and proceeded to make your way to your cubicle. You sat down with the rolling chair moving backwards a tad before you reached out and got out your laptop from the beach bag.
You were just typing in the password and going to your documents when you heard a soft, "Good morning," from your left and you look over to the opening to see Ben standing there. A small grin came onto your face at seeing the dark skinned male.
"It is this time." You mused while thinking back on your grumpy mood yesterday. He chuckled while flashing that pearly white grin of his.
"And am I not glad for that?"
"Oh shut up." You said playfully towards the male as you brought up your latest project on your computer.
He just chuckled and shook his head as if he just knew that you wouldn't pull through on your threat. And well he was right.
"Uh huh. Anyways since you're in a better mood, I was thinking we could like go out for lunch?" He suggested with a shrug as you looked back up at him. He always liked to wear bright colors since he could always pull them off so well, so today he was wearing a neon yellow t-shirt and washed-out jeans. You weren't really wearing anything special. Just blue jeans, (f/c) shirt, and some converse so eh. Nothing special or extraordinary. Just the way you liked it.
But somehow Ben always looked nice in everything he wore.
You decided to just shove your writing abilities to the back of your mind as you pretended to think about it.
"Hmmmm. I don't know. I don't really know if I like you or not." You said while stroking your chin as if there was a beard there. He chuckled and shook his head.
"Awww. Come on, (N/n). I know you do and you know you love me." He practically whined to you with a childish pout making you giggle.
"Of course I love you. You're one of the few people that are tolerable here." You told him with a grin and a shake of my head.
'You know you love me' was that one inside joke between the two of you. Whenever one just wasn't budging on something for whatever reason the other would always play that card. And usually it worked.
He was probably about to say something about being offended by that statement, but your little bicker was irrupted.
"(L/n)! My office!" You heard your last name being called out causing you to sit up right in your chair. And there standing at her office was Boss. Now Boss... was an interesting woman. One, she was born and raised in Liberia until her family moved here causing her to have a very strong accent. Two, she was very... well... blunt. She was like the Simon Cowell or Gordon Ramsey of writing. And three, even though her natural hair was black, she had dyed it a sort of burgundy red that stuck out like on a traffic light.
But you've never been called to her office before. Not unless it was for another project. But... you were working on a project. So why did she call you?
You forced yourself to rise from the rolling chair before you took in a deep breath. Just... don't jump around conclusions. You and Ben shared a look of mutual look of worry and confusion before you forced yourself to walk out and into the hallway. Others had already stopped typing to give you the look of 'uh oh' as you walked. Honestly you felt like you were going to your own funeral at these somber looks.
But alas you reached the glass down of Boss's office. It was that type of office from Superman of where the walls were glass. You had to admit, you liked it.
But at the moment you kinda wished the walls were concrete so no one could see you get fired. Wait.
Fired? Now that started the anxiety ball rolling.
But before you could turn away and maybe act like you were too sick to come to her office, she saw you and simply waved you in. Those glass walls. Traitors.
You took in a deep breath and entered into the carpeted office room. Besides being all fancy with her name on the door in a sort of Instagram font, Boss had a reddish, dark brown wooden desk with four small drawers on each side at the top, and two large drawers at the bottom. The desk was definitely an expensive one since the handles for the drawers had designs on them. Overall Boss just causally flexed with the desk.
And the carpet was like really comfy too as you shifted on it sort of nervously. Boss just looked at you before she picked up a Rubik Cube and just twirled it in her hand. She looked down at the multiple colors as she mixed the cube up.
And finally easing the growing of your anxiety- she spoke.
"Sit down, (L/n)." Obediently you sat down in the brown, leather chair that actually fit very well with the desk. She waited a few moments as if she was waiting to see if you were comfortable before she spoke again.
"Do you remember what happened last week?"
What? What happened? What week? Last week?
What happened last week?
You had no fucking idea.
But were you gonna admit that? Hell no.
"Yes, I do." You told her with a nod to make it seem like you weren't an idiot.
"Well, today... I got the phone call from Stevie saying that she and Issac have gone back to his home town to get married."
Wait... who?
Then... ohhh yeeaaaah.
Last week... those two. Right.
"Wow. They didn't waste any time, huh?" You said while acting like you had an excellent memory of all things at all time.
Yup.
No dummy here.
But that kinda brought up a question... why was she telling you this?
"No, they did not." She said with a shake of her head before she leaned forward in her seat. "But.. I'm sure you're wondering why I am telling you this." You nodded at her words and she took this as a cue to continue. "Well... I assigned Stevie to an assignment that I thought that she was ready for, but now that she's getting married... well... I will need someone else for it."
Huh. Why was she telling you this?
Then... wait... oh. Oh.
"You... want me for the assignment?" You asked as you couldn't hide the surprise that leaked into your voice.
Huh. So obviously you weren't the first choice, but at least you were the second. Better than none, right?
"If you will take it." Boss responded with a shrug as she looked down at the Rubik Cube while simultaneously solving it and speaking. Woah.
"Well I mean uh- I would love too, Boss. But..." You briefly trailed off as you shifted in the leather seat.
"Just what is the assignment?"
"It's actually an interview." An interview? Now... that is something you did not have that much experience on. Who would you be interviewing? Harry Styles?
Oh now that would be great. (But sadly this isn't a 1D fanfic)
"Well uh... I don't really have that much experience with like journalism and like interviews." You awkwardly confessed as you scratched your head. "But... who is it?"
Boss paused as she stopped almost... completing the Rubik Cube.
What. How did she that so fast?
But your confessed and amazed eyes moved back up to Boss whenever she answered your question with, "Edward Gimmens."
Then... wait.
Edward Gimmens… as in... that really rich guy?
That Edward Gimmens?
You just stared at your Boss in amazement as she finished the Rubik Cube. But you weren't amazed by her skill- okay yes you were actually- but more with the fact as... "How... did you get an interview slot with him?"
As far as you knew the philanthropist, billionaire, and whatever he had on his resume didn't do interviews for magazines that centered around Millenniums and Gen-Zs. He did it for those really big and out there magazines, you know?
"Well, believe it or not, he came to us. But that is not important. You'll have to come up with your questions and such, but you can use Stevie's notes." She said as she set the cube down and pulled out a folder out from her desk.
You blinked a few times at her rapid explanation as just.. woah.
"But of course that's if you are taking the job."
That... was the million dollar question, wasn't it? Or the billion in this case. Ha, ha, ha.
"I... well... I... what makes you think I can do this?" You found the words coming out of your mouth before you could stop them. Uh- uh- uh- "Of course I am grateful you offered it to me, but umm... why?" You quickly added as to not seem rude.
"Well... Stevie was my first choice since she's done work like this before." Boss began with a shrug as she leaned back against the chair. "But when she had to go... well... you just popped into my head as the next capable person to do this."
You? Capable? You still got anxiety with ordering your own meal.
"You... think I can do this?" You asked hesitantly and in an unsure way as your (e/c) eyes met Boss's. She smiled just a tad before she leaned forward.
"(L/n)… I see potential in you. You're a good writer and you know how to set a pace right in whatever you write. You're just... how do I put this? Not confident in your abilities. So... I'm giving you the old... shove-you-out-of-the-airplane thing."
That... did not sound ideal. Not at all. But still you slowly nodded your head.
"All right. Thanks, Boss, I'm honored you think so highly of me, but umm... can I have some time to think about it?"
"Ah yes. Of course, of course. Take as much time as you need." She said while waving her hand in the air and with her accent sort of slurring her words together making the 'course' sound like 'close.'
"But just not too much time. This does need to be written, you know."
You nodded before you stood up from the comfy chair.
"I'll... let you know by Friday." You decided on that day while your anxiety told you in one ear that you won't be able to decide by then and your self worth was whispering how she would find someone else in that time period.
Fun times.
"That is good, (L/n). I'll be awaiting for your answer." She said with a nod as she stood up as well. You couldn't help, but slightly smile at the way she worded things. "And ah! Just in case you do decide to take the job, here is the notes Stevie had." She said while picking up the folder she had brought onto her desk previously. She handed it to you and you took it from her dark and freckled hands.
"Just read it over and see what you think."
"I will Boss. Thanks."
With one final goodbye and wave to Boss, you exited out of the office and back down the hall to your cubicle.
So... you weren't getting fired? You actually kind of got promoted in a way? I mean, if you did this interview right... others would be put on your desk.
But this was Edward Gimmens, the CEO of Gimmens Incorporated. This was a man who's spent nearly three decades in making his name known in whatever way.
He was a well known and looked up to man in whatever he did. Whether it be taking mankind steps closer to having flying cars or what he was most known for, and you found it a little humorous, cosmetics.
Yes that's right.
The philanthropist, inventor, and very rich guy was famous for his makeup. Somehow he had figured out a way to have any foundation or concealer or blush fit exactly to your skin tone. Instead of having to make a formula for each different skin tone, he was somehow able to make one for all. Needless to say, the product instantly became a favorite around the world. Even you had tried it once, and contrary to what you expected, it somehow blended perfectly.
He was like the Willy Wonka of makeup. And you were suppose to interview him.
You sat back down on your rolling chair with a huff. But should you take it? It was a great- like really great- opportunity for you and the magazine. Of course Boss can always get somebody else, but still.
It was great and big and perfect, but... also stressing. You were going to have to come up with questions... but Stevie did leave behind notes for you. And thinking of the notes- you had the folder.
You set it on your desk before you opened it up to see the Instagram font that was Stevie's handwriting.
Man. You'd probably kill someone for being able to write that elegantly.
You read over what she had so far in her notes and you had to admit that she had some pretty good ideas of what she wants to ask. You bit your lip and decided to close the folder for now.
Hmm. Maybe... just maybe, this won't be so bad.
But of course- you needed another person's opinion on this.
"Hey, Ben?" You decided to speak up over the clicking keyboards to your cubicle mate.
"Yeah?" Came his one worded reply.
"I would love to go to lunch with you."
And even though you couldn't see it, you knew he was smiling.
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Hey how are you? I just wanted to tell you that your writing is amazing!! And when are you going to continue your series ‘business’? I don’t want to pressure you I‘m just curious. Stay healthy! (Sorry for my english, my mother language is german :))
i’m doing pretty great thank you! and awww thank you so much baby. i’m currently writing the 12th chapter of it (and about 1k words in) and hoping to finish it somewhat soon.
and as for on here (if you’re asking about here that is) i’ll post the first chapter of it maybe today. once again thank you and your English is great!
summary: History was always important to you. The tales of the long dead and their life stories and experiences seemed to caress your mind endlessly as you had diligently studied throughout highschool what many had troubled grasping. Now you have graduated and although the thought of studying history in college appealed to you, you wanted something more. You wanted to truly experience history and the artifacts that came with it. So you decide to go to a place that has always called to you and a place you’ve longed to be- Vienna, Austria.
A/N: oh boy here we go. the next one on the list. has a bit of a slow start but the first chapter? hehe. happy reading (and also idk german I just did google translate sorry)
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