I can feel the flames on my skin

[wickedfairietales]

cleopatradevil:

a fight night? who would have thought? Cleo sure as hell didn’t but that didn’t stop her from walking her happy ass over. dressed in her high heels and faux fur coat. happily, she sure as shit wasn’t too good for a cold keg beer. the night wasn’t her usual type of scene but she as willing to put up with the nonsense if it meant she got to get out of her studying routine. “if i would have known they were going to be doing things like this i don’t think i would have talked so much shit before coming to Auradon.” she admitted with a light chuckle to the person next to her. 

Hook has momentarily lost his blonde companion in the crowd when he came across Cleo. A grin on his lips as she spoke. “I feel like you’re still allowed to talk shit about coming.” he offered with a shrug of his shoulders. Lifting his flask to his lips he leaned against the nearby wall. “I have to say I’m a little surprised you showed up. this isn’t your usual scene.” was added as he quickly glanced around the room. 

[wickedfairietales]

Txt: Hook & Willow

Willow: Right? Hot too. And we could probably make a few extra bucks if we bet on the right prince.

Willow: Done. Partners in crime, like always.

Willow: Don't worry babe, we'll have fun. I can always help you relax if you need it.

Hook: Yeah, hot's not really an adjective I would use.

Hook: I have no doubt you can figure out plenty of ways to help, Darling.

Hook: We'll watch some people get their asses handed to them. Then we can go make our own fun.

[wickedfairietales]

As much as Aurèlie would like to say she wasn’t a fan of random fist fights. She was, she’d enjoyed the brawls that broke out back on the isle. Seeing people get their asses handed to them for being too cocky. Was beyond enjoyable. There was an added plus that she got to see Luca throw a few punches. Her money was definitely on him for most of the night. Slipping through the crowd she found a place to lean as she sipped her drink. She had no intention of getting drunk but alcohol was definitely needed to deal with so many people in one place. Her brow frowned when someone moved to stand in her way. She was short and visibility was hard enough without someone standing in her way. “Hey... Move,” she shouted over the crowd. “Your Daddy wasn’t a glass blower,” she added with a little huff. Rolling her eyes at the dirty look they gave her. 

“Can you believe people,” she spouted out randomly to the figure next to her. Not really intending to start a conversation. But she also wasn’t really against it. 

[wickedfairietales]

Txt: Hook & Willow

Willow: That's no surprise.

Willow: Sounds like some under ground fight ring. I heard its a 100 dollar buy in and the winner takes all.

Willow: I also heard there is free booze which is why I'm actually considering going.

Hook: I'm a little more interested now. Might be entertaining to see these princes clock the shit out of each other. And I like free booze.

Hook: if you want to go I'll come with you. I need a night out. Works been a bitch.

[wickedfairietales]

Txt: Hook & Willow

Willow: People keep talking about this fight night thing tomorrow.

Willow: Are you going? I'm on the fence.

Hook: yup pretty sure I've been tuning everyone out.

Hook: what is this fight night shit?

[wickedfairietales]

willowdoe:

“They better not have a problem with it, since they won’t be able to do anything about it.” She joked, smirking over at him while propping her chin on her hand. “You think the frats will be cool with me staying over?” She questioned, raising a brow slightly as that grin stayed on her face just so he’d have no doubt in his mind what she was implying. “Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun here, especially when there aren’t as many people watching and waiting for us to fuck up. Less attention means more opportunity for real fun.”

“Nah... They don’t give a shit,” he answered pulling a cigarette out of the pack on his desk. He knew first hand they didn’t care who he had over. Cleo was over all the time lately. “Plus I don’t think many people will be in the house over break. Just Smee and I. And he really doesn’t give a fuck what I do.” was added with a light chuckle. Her words made him grin. He could only imagine what kind of trouble the two of them could get in to. Willow was a true fairy, mischievous to the end. “I’m all for some good old real fun. Just not enough to get me sent back to that fucking isle.” he growled a little at the last part before standing so he could join her on his bed. “It’s good to have you here... you know that right...”

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harpingmad:

“A twin? Huh, well I suppose that would make more sense than you randomly deciding that you were going to switch outfits in the middle of the day. Not that I would blame you if that was something you wanted to do, but still.” The girl shrugged then, not really finding it in herself to care what other people wanted to do most of the time. “Also your brother’s name is Fitz? What does that make yours then?”

“Yeah,” he offered a little nod of his head. He couldn’t imagine the amount of laundry. Someone would have to do if they changed their clothes in the middle of the day all the time. “Oh well. His name is actually Elijah, but he goes by Fitz since our last name is Fitzherbert. My name is Elliot.” 

[wickedfairietales]

Txt : Scarlett x Mitch

Mitch: Smart. If I could pass, I would.

Mitch: Oh nice, babe. Let me suffer, so sweet of you.

Mitch: Damn okay, I didn't think you'd be able to snowboard. Let's do that instead.

Scarlett: Suffering builds character.

Scarlett: I have many hidden talents. And sounds good.

[wickedfairietales]

Txt : Scarlett x Mitch

Mitch: Dinner is like the last day of break. We'll just come back in time. You can join us if you want, be prepared for my dad to be a fucking dick, though.

Mitch: That's what I like to hear.

Mitch: You know how to ski or anything?

Scarlett: You know I think I'll pass. Hanging with you at the cabin is a sufficient amount of break. After I'll just head back to campus while you go suffer. ;)

Scarlett: I snowboard mostly. Though I can ski.

[wickedfairietales]

Txt : Scarlett x Mitch

Mitch: Hell yeah it does.

Mitch: But screw the palace. I'm interested in going to our cabin in Arendelle. No central heating, but that just means we'll have to find some ways to keep warm.

Mitch: I'm up for trying anything.

Scarlett: Is the future King of Aurdon going rogue? Aren't they going to miss you at the big Thanksgiving Celebration?

Scarlett: I'm sure we will find plenty of ways to keep warm.

[wickedfairietales]

willowdoe:

Thanksgiving break. What the hell was she supposed to do during that dumb excuse for a holiday? Sighing, she ran her hands through her hair and looked at the person next to her. “So like, Tink doesn’t do the whole, Thanksgiving crap.” Honestly, she didn’t even know where Tinkerbell was, currently. The two haven’t spoken in a good two years, so it’s not like Willow was going back to Neverland for break. “Which means I’m not waisting some pixie dust on a trip back to Neverland if I don’t have to. Screw break, I’ll just stay in Auradon for the week. Looks like Theta will have to deal with one of their members staying behind.”

“I don’t think Theta is going to have a problem with it.” hook looked towards the blonde as he got comfortable. “I know the frats don’t give a fuck.” was added. Lifting his hand he ran his fingers through his mess of curls. It was nice to have Willow around, she’d been a pretty big part of his life. So getting to spend a little time with her over break would be cool. “Plus you know we could have way more fun getting in trouble around here than any lame ass Thanksgiving party shit.”

[wickedfairietales]

Txt : Scarlett x Mitch

Scarlett: Does the offer to come to the palace for Break still stand?

Scarlette: Mom bailed on me.

[wickedfairietales]

juliepearson:

Of course, her father was working on Thanksgiving. It was no surprise, on Holidays the Royal staff was on red alert. Sure, she could make a visit to the staff’s post-thanksgiving festivities in their corridor of the castle - once the Royal family had finished with theirs, but there was never anyone her age that attended, and her father was usually home and in bed at the earlier opportunity. So, she decided to stay on campus - taking the empty free-room in the gym to her advantage as she set up military-esque obstacles that she could practice with. She was only 40 minutes into the grueling, her thin frame mid-pull up on the salmon ladder, when she heard someone open the door behind her with no closing noise to imply that the intruder had entered or left upon seeing the room wasn’t vacant. Geez, it was a holiday and she still couldn’t train in peace? “I booked this room.” she informed, annoyance clear in her voice as she let go of the bar, landing on the mat beneath her and turned to see who had barged in.

Holiday’s weren’t really Hook’s thing. Especially ones that celebrated the unity of kingdoms he didn’t give a shit about. So he stayed on campus for it all. The idea of going back to the isle had crossed his mind. But he’d probably get sad leaving his ship behind again. He wasn’t really paying attention to which room he wandered in to. He didn’t even really know you had to reserve the damn things. So he raised a brow at the brown-haired girl. “You book these things...” he looked around for a moment. “Didn’t know that was a thing... Sorry, I guess..” he shrugged. Not really moving from the doorway. What she had set up for herself was kind of impressive. “You training for a war or something?”

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harpingmad:

“Well aren’t you a cute lil ball of positivity. Most guys are dumbasses so I really shouldn’t be so surprised that it happens, even around here.” Harper shrugged slightly then before giving Elliot a better look over. “You look very familiar, but weren’t you wearing a totally different outfit earlier today? Yeah I’m like almost certain that we have a class together.”

“I just like to be optimistic.” He shifted a little uncomfortably as she looked him over. Elliot wasn’t the best with overt attention. “I don’t think I have any classes with you.” he sighed softly. He should really be used to people confusing him with his brother. Though they really looked less like each other now that Elliot’s hair was long. “you’re probably thinking about my brother, Fitz. We’re twins..” 

[wickedfairietales]

TEXTS : Elliot & Fitz

Fitz: I hope you like them

Fitz: that's not a bad thing at all. school is a great way to find stuff that you like and different interests

Fitz: you say that but I kinda hate how long the guest list is

Elliot: I'm sure I will. I trust yours and Riley's judgment.

Elliot: Yeah... Totally...

Elliot: I don't really mind it. I can usually fly under the radar for most of it.

[wickedfairietales]

littlerileyfitz:

When Riley actually saw who she ran into, her face fell completely. Savannah was not a nice girl, and she wasn’t Riley’s biggest fan either. Hearing the tone of which she spoke at Riley, the blonde pushed her hair behind her ear as she took a deep breath and tried to brush off Savannah’s words. “I’m sorry!” She apologized once more, only this time there was tad bit more bark to her bite. Riley wasn’t in the mood to deal with this right now, and she was trying to get a bit better about standing up for herself. “You know, you weren’t exactly paying attention either, or you would’ve tried to get out of my way when you realized I didn’t see you.”

Savannah narrowed her eyes at the blonde, her arms crossing over her chest. She did not at all enjoy the tone Riley was throwing around. “Excuse me,” she snapped her accent getting a bit thicker. “Don’t victim blame because your can’t walk.” was added just as harshly. “You could have broken my phone, or knocked me over. I could have been injured and you want to blame me for just minding my own business. That is low even for you.” There was no doubt that she was being a little overly dramatic. But Savannah was the poster girl for dramatic. “ You know what.. nevermind... you are so not worth my time.” she huffed a little as she bent down to pick up her phone. “I shouldn’t even waste the breath.”

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

For she had a great variety of selves.

Virginia Woolf (via rabbitinthemoon)