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Bewitching star au!!

Belphie making bad promises

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Part 3 - Forms of Address

Side note: Some characters are called uncle/aunt but this does not mean they are blood related to the character addressing them. These are terms often used to be polite and/or affectionate. 

Family 

Side note: I am only including terms that are often used in The Untamed, and have been a result of some confusion due to poor Netflix translation.

Shushu 叔叔 (Uncle) – literally translated as “father’s younger brother” and often used to politely address men much older than the speaker.

Dage 大哥 (Big Brother) – also used to politely address men around the same age or older than the speaker.

Ge/Gege/Xiong 哥/哥哥/兄 – elder brother or older brother. 

Di/Didi 弟/弟弟 – younger brother or little brother.

Jie/Jiejie 姐/姐姐 – elder sister or big sister.

Martial Family

Shigong/Shiye 师公/师爷 - Grandmaster 

Shifu 师父/师傅 - Master

Shibo/Shishu 师伯/师叔 - Martial Uncle (what Xiao Xingcheng is to Wei Wuxian)

Shidi 师弟 - Junior Brother (what Jiang Cheng is to Wei Wuxian)

Shijie 师姐 - Senior Sister (what Jiang Yanli is to Wei Wuxian)

Miscellaneous

Lao (老) – Elder - usually appended to a person’s surname to show respect.

Xiao (小) – Little - usually appended to a person’s given name to show familiarity & affection.

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The Ultimate Guide to the X-Men - Entertainment Weekly - Part 3.2 Extraordinary Moments

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Uncovering Fables

Chapter 1 Part 3.2

The room was large and dark. The ground alongside the walls was scattered with broken pieces of wood that once was torches. I inched closer to Maria and hugged her arm, shaking as we looked at the terrifying sight in front of us. Across the rocky and misshapen ground, there was several holes that fell into a great abyss and dried, old blood was scatted across the rocky landscape. Broken samurai helmets were tossed carelessly across the ground and the remains of broken swords were sticking out of the ground.

Maria swallowed her fear and pulled a sword that was broken in half off the ground, in order to protect the both of us. She took a step forward and something cracked underneath her. Maria slowly brought the lantern down to her foot and froze when she saw that she was standing in a pile of moldy, rotten bones. Maria quickly stepped back away from it, pulling me back with her and glanced around.

Her eyes widen, she held her breath at the sight. We both got a closer look at the floor and fear struck me. Across the floor was piles of bones, none of them with any meat on them. Was that from the decay after several years from it being here or from something else?

Maria’s voice was quiet. “They must have had a training session when that monster came here. Most of them were here and they should have been good at fighting but… they were all taken down and so gruesomely.” Maria nervously chuckled. “I-It’s a good thing that the beast is probably dead, right?”  

I hugged Maria tightly, shaking. My friend could feel my fear, “P-Penny? Is everything okay?”

I spoke, my voice barely being able to be heard. “I saw it.”

Maria stared down at me, “W-What?”

“When we were in the tunnel, during the earthquake… I looked behind us and I saw two eyes staring at us. W-Whatever it was is probably trapped in the lab but we’re not alone… What if that beast is still alive?”

Maria stepped back at this and made a small noise of fear. But this look of fear only lasted for a moment as she knew that I must have been terrified. Her face hardened and she took my hand, deciding that she would be brave for me. “Then we must get out of here quickly.”

I slowly nodded. “Y-Yeah. Yeah. We should. We need to.”

Maria tightened her handhold and nodded. “I’ll lead and if anything comes out, I’ll protect you.” I nodded again, unable to speak, and Maria slowly walked across the large room, trying to find the exit.

I tripped over a helmet but managed to stay on my feet as I took in the surrounding and was horrified the more, I thought about what happened here. All these men were made to be strong and fearful fighters. All of them. Yet one animal was able to sneak up on all of them and put an end to their lives. If the dragon found Maria and I then we were all doomed. There was no question about it. None of us could fight so what advantage did we have over the monster?

It was trapped in the lab. That was the only thing that kept me from fainting or giving up entirely. We were safe. Right?

We were. We had to be.

Soon enough, Maria finally found the exit of the training room, took one more glance at the room and walked through the old door. I thought I heard something right before we entered the long hallway that resembles closely to the one that lead us to the lab.

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Fix You- Part 3.2 of the FamAU

Characters: Logan Sanders, Patton Hart, Remy Hypnos

Summary: Logan gets a job offer and makes Patton sad.

Words: 2115

Warnings: Guilt, anxiety, sad feelings, let me know if I should add any more :)

A/N: I don’t like this chapter, it didn’t turn out the way I wanted, I hope y’all still enjoy it!

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Logan can’t do this.

He’s not an anxious person, growing up the way he did, it’s a miracle he isn’t, but he’s not.

That aside, it’s impossible for someone to never get anxious... everything is just too confusing.

Feelings and deadlines and interviews and-

Logan’s phone rings and he stares down at the caller I.D, too afraid to answer.

Afraid.

If there’s one thing Logan wishes he could never be again, it’s afraid.

The commons are busy, alive with half dead college students wandering about. A few feet from where Logan sits is a couple fighting, on the other side two girls talking about their little sisters at home.

For everyone else, it’s just a normal day. No one else is plagued by the uncertainty Logan is feeling, no one else keeps getting these stupid calls!

As the phone rings again, Logan takes a deep breath and holds it to his ear, “Hello?”

“This is The Florida State Education Department, calling for a Logan Sanders?”

“Yes.” Logan winces, “That is, speaking. I’m Sanders- Logan.” This is already going great.

Reminding himself that he isn’t anxious about work, that other things are bleeding into his professional life, Logan takes a breath.

He’s smart. He’s capable. He knows what he’s doing.

“Wonderful. This is Cathy Eliot. I’d like to discuss a possible career opportunity for you.”

If Logan weren’t a professional, he’d be jumping up and down. Instead he clears his throat and takes a few steps away from the couple next to him. “I see, are you presenting an offer?”

“Mr. Sanders,” Mz. Eliot begins, “we have a large group of graduates we’ve been considering.”

Logan smirks, two can play at that game. “I understand there’s a high demand. Though I’ll tell you I’ve gotten multiple offers from other school districts.”

It’s not a lie, he has received other offers. He’s just… turned them all down.

Though risky, the gamble draws the desired effect from the woman. There’s a pause, and then she sighs. “What I was meaning to say, Mr. Sanders, is that though we have a lot of candidates, you are our desired individual for this opportunity.”

“That’s good to hear! Are you willing to discuss this in depth now?”

“It would suit our time better to email you the details, and set up a call later on. My file says you currently live in Michigan, is that correct?”

“That is,” Logan responds promptly, leaning against the wall.

There’s some typing noises before the woman speaks again, “our board of directors are free around one o’clock your time. Does that work for you?”

Logan pauses as he’s about to say yes. One o’clock is when he meets Patton for lunch. “Is there anyway we could do it a little later?”

“We need to know you’re serious about this, Mr. Sanders.”

Of course they do.

Logan bites his lip, tapping his middle finger against his thigh to the rhythm of a classical piano piece. “I…” He adjusts his glasses and swallows. “Yes. One o’clock works for me. Thank you.”

“Have a good day Mr. Sanders.”

He wishes he’d stop using his name so much. “You as well.”

After he hangs up, Logan leans back to smack his head against the wall. This sets off his plan with Patton, not to mention he’s never cancelled before, he hates going back on his word.

Without really thinking about it, Logan starts walking towards the coffee shop he’d visited earlier that day with Patton. He’d since finished his coffee, and the desire for caffeine is making his neck itch.

He should probably look into that.

“What can I getcha hon?” The barista asks with a smile, leaning over the counter.

Logan blinks, then clears his throat. “Black coffee.” Then, “Please,” as an afterthought.

The barista grins and turns to start making the coffee as Logan pulls out his wallet. When she turns back around to pass it to him, she shakes her head. “It’s on the house dear, any friend of Patton is a friend of mine.”

“Oh,” Logan slowly puts his money away. Patton. Always Patton. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” she replies, and Logan doesn’t believe her. She passes him a peppermint stick and winks. “Peppermint always helps me when I’m stressed.”

Logan perks up and nods, “You’re correct! In fact, people exposed to the aroma of peppermint and peppermint oil experience enhanced memory, increased alertness and increased processing speeds, according to the International Journal of Neuroscience-“

“That’s nice,” The barista responds distractedly. Logan snaps his mouth shut and nods another thank you, then turns and leaves.

Sipping his coffee, Logan feels his phone buzz in his pocket and he pulls it out, wincing at Patton’s number.

Knowing he has to cancel at some point, Logan answers, “Patton, I was just about to call you.”

“Really?” And god, Patton sounds so excited, Logan wants to smash his own face through a wall. “Well I guess I beat you to it!”

“I suppose you did.” Any other time, Logan would be smiling.

“I wanted to ask you something, but you go ahead, okay?”

“Very well.” Logan clears his throat. “I’m afraid I- well you see something came up and- Patton I’m afraid I’ll have to cancel lunch.”

The pause on the other side of the phone is deafening.

Distantly, Logan can hear someone whispering something, and Patton saying something back. Finally, Patton’s voice gets loud enough for Logan to make out. “That’s okay Lo! Don’t worry about it!”

That’s a relief. “Excellent. Now, what was your question?”

“Oh..” Another whispered exchange and then, “I was just wondering where you wanted to meet. That doesn’t really matter anymore though!”

Logan nods. “I really am sorry Patton. So, how-“

“I’ll see you around!” Patton hangs up.

“-are you,” Logan finishes flatly. He pockets his phone and shakes his head with a huff.

It’s not until he’s halfway finished with his coffee that he realizes Patton didn’t finish their conversation with the usual ‘don’t forget how incredible you are!’, something was off with him.

Patton is hurt. Because of Logan. Again.

Suddenly, his coffee tastes as bitter as Patton describes black coffee to be.

By the time one o’clock rolls around, Logan has had three more cups of coffee, four peppermint sticks, and too many worried looks from the barista to count.

It’s taken all the self control he has not to skip class to find Patton. That, and the fact that Patton is also in class, and he’d hate to disrupt even more of his day.

Now, sitting in front of his laptop, waiting for the call from Florida, he still can’t keep his mind off Patton.

“Focus Logan,” a sharp voice says. At first, he thinks it’s his mom, he almost goes into a panic when he realizes it came out of his own mouth.

“Focus,” He says again, calmer. That reminds him of Patton, and it doesn’t help in the least.

Logan takes a deep breath and hums. “Focus.”

This time, he sounds like himself. Good.

His laptop beeps and he waits until the second one to answer, situating himself so it doesn’t look like he’s sitting on his dorm room floor with moving boxes piled up around him.

A smiling man blinks into view on the screen, wearing a blazer over a shirt with tiny sunglasses on it, on his face are another set of sunglasses.

Logan blinks in surprise. This is not what he expected by ‘board of directors’. “Hello… I’m Logan Sanders. Who am I speaking to?”

“Sup! I’m Remy. Nice to meet me.”

...What.

“Uh, yes. It is.”

For a few seconds, Logan forgets everything he’d learned about interviews, letting Remy stare him down as they sit in uncomfortable science.

“You want the job?”

Logan almost falls over, “What?” At Remy’s raised eyebrow, he fixes his tie nervously, “Er, that is, What… is the job?”

“My secretary is a ho,” Remy grumbles and then sips loudly out of a cup in his hand. “The job, Logan, is an opportunity to head a new education branch for financially challenged and er- to put it delicately, behaviorally challenged kids.”

For some reason, Logan has a feeling Remy knows a lot about the latter group. He holds back any snarky comments as excitement grows inside him. So his counselor hadn’t been lying when he’d said Logan was being looked at for high positions.

“Hello? Where’d you go, space?” Remy snaps his fingers, “Earth to space boy!”

Logan snaps his eyes up to meet Remy’s, fully aware of the stupid grin on his face. “I’d be honored, sir.”

“Please don’t call me sir.” Remy holds his pinky up to the screen, “Pinky swear you’ll email me back when I send you the details?”

“Of course I will.”

“Do it.”

“We aren’t capable of touching, I’m not sure what you mean by-“

“Shake your damn pinky and you’ve got the job.”

Logan nods and shakes his pinky in the air, the smile still on his face as Remy signs off.

He has a job.

He has his dream job.

Four years ahead of schedule!

He has to tell Pat-

The smile slides off his face. Patton.

So what? Maybe Patton was a little hurt. He can fix that! The meeting ended up going a lot faster than he thought it would. There’s still time for the two of them to get lunch.

Fumbling his phone, Logan holds it up to his ear, counting in his head as it rings.

“You’ve reached Patton! Leave it at the beep kiddo!”

“Leave what at the beep?” Logan whispers and hangs up. He could try calling again, or text.

Logan huffs as he stands. Who is he kidding, his feet are already on the way to Patton’s dorm.

Thoughts like, he should’ve brought a jacket, texted Patton to warn him, and thought about the possibility that Patton wouldn’t even be at his dorm completely escape him.

All Logan knows, is he has to tell Patton everything.

The door to his dorm is decorated with stickers, paper hearts, a sign that says ‘Hungry? We have cookies!’ and both Patton and his roommate, Dee’s name.

Logan smiles and knocks, careful to not mess up any of the decor. “Patton? It’s Logan, do you have a moment?”

No answer. Logan knocks again, “I’d assume it’s plausible that I hurt your feelings earlier, perhaps we could still have lunch now?”

Again, silence. Logan can hear his heart in his ears.

“Patton I am truly sorry, i never meant to hurt you, not again.” Logan swallows hard and takes a breath, “The fact is, I- well- I love you. Truly. And it was impossible for me to get those words out before, because of what I’ve been through, I see now that.. that is no longer an excuse. I love you, Patton Hart. And I believe- I believe I always will.”

If this were a comedy show, crickets would be chirping, and Logan would be, in fact, a clown.

The air is still, and Logan realizes he’s holding his breath. He waits, waits until his face is probably red and his jaw is locking up and his eyes are watering and telling him to breathe goddammit, and Patton doesn’t answer.

Logan turns away, gasping for air and shakes his head. His eyes don’t stop watering.

His phone dings, and he looks down, staring hard at the text to see through the tears.

‘Sorry I missed your call! Out at lunch with Dee, call you later?’

Logan laughs, he’s not in his dorm. He’s not in his dorm and Logan just confessed his love to an eccentric door.

Typical.

Logan pockets his phone, wipes his eyes, readjusts his glasses, and leaves to order another coffee.

The day pitters by, and Patton doesn’t call back.

Slowly, Logan’s fears resurface, and he starts to wonder if he ever will.

He’s still thinking these exact thoughts, sitting in the campus library at three am.

He can’t take this anymore.

Without thinking, he sends Patton a text, not expecting a reply. He gets one forty-eight seconds later.

Ten minutes after that, Patton is standing in front of him in the empty library, beautiful and kind and tired and sad.

Logan tries to remember his plan, his speech, any one of the poems he’d written for Patton over the years, some way to eloquently tell his best and only friend how he feels.

At least six cups of coffee, the rollercoaster of a day, and the late hour make this impossible.

Patton shuffles his feet and then meets his eyes, “Logan-”

“I’m in love with you,” Logan blurts.

Patton’s eyes widen.

The world stops.

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