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Me Reading fanfic: I want a loving relationship like that!!!!
Me whenever someone compliments me or is flirty towards me: stand back motherfucker! I'm a lone wolf. I don't need people. I'm trash. And you ain't no garbage man to pick me up.
Me and shipping presented by Barbossa:
My ship: *in the middle of a heated argument*
Me:
My ship: *Share a single heartwarming scene*
Me:
My ship: *Don’t interact for a whole season/film*
Me:
The producers: *Trying to stop the fans from shipping it*
Me, with the rest of the fandom:
The actors: *Supporting the ship even though the producers aren’t*
Me:
me: *finds the perfect fanfiction*
me: oh my god, this fanfic is my fav–
fanfiction: last updated on january 12, 2014
me: *flips table*
↳ i found the place where i can feel comfortable my home my own.
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"Covens of October" MARKHYUCK FANTASY AU
Prologue
Two rival families have long lived in the Bokor Forest, in the mysterious and boring town of Solumville: the Lumen and the Tenebris.
For hundreds of years, their ancestors have lived in an environment of rivalry, distrust and hatred, thanks to their different ways of obtaining magic.
On one side, the Tenebris family, a thousand-year-old family of witches and warlocks who obtain their powers thanks to their devotion to Satan and other evil forces. The first generations used to dedicate themselves to the dark arts, although today they continue to obtain their powers from it, they no longer use it in the same way as before. And although they do not dedicate themselves to doing evil, witches and warlocks (especially of this family) have always had a bad reputation in the Hidden World due to how their first ancestors obtained their powers and they have always been judged and discriminated against, making them be resentful and disgusted towards the rest of the Hidden community.
On the other side, the Lumen family of talented wizards and sorcerers. Wizards and sorcerers had always been respected and admired in the community, as they were considered the purest beings in the Hidden World. Born from the flashes of the brightest light hundreds of years ago, they have always been in a place of privilege, except for the Lumen. Some years ago, when her children were still very young, a scandal broke out when it was discovered that Evanora Lumen's father had married a witch. Everyone in the Hidden World believed that Evanora was half witch and half sorcerer, a hybrid, an abomination. But after several investigations this could not be proven and the Lumen family has had a bad reputation ever since.
Both families reside in the Bokor forest where, despite everything, they remain faithful to the most important rule of their community: to keep the Hidden World for what it is; a hidden and secret world. Community anonymity is and has always been the most important law to keep all magical creatures in the rest of the human world safe, and any attempt to violate this law was severely punished, even with death.
But there were certain people who believed that any creature that is out of the ordinary was a threat to the world, that they should be destroyed: the Venandis.
The Venandis were a group of hunters of magical creatures that chased anyone in the community, captured them, and almost always killed them. Multiple times they tried to take this world out of anonymity until the leader of the Venandis, Gamiro Salante, died in an attack years ago and since then it is believed that, without their leader, the group of hunters disbanded as they were never seen again, until recently.
Now the Lumen and Tenebris, who are not only natural rivals but also have years of family secrets and hatred, must put aside their differences to make way for teamwork (and perhaps love) in order to save their families and the Hidden World of a threat that stalks them all equally.
story by me - badlem_ on twt & ig / BLUNTPINK on wattpad
translated from Spanish to English by citysdelight on twt / redshenv on ig
soon to be uploaded on ao3
I think about Mark saying Haechan taught him what anger was like once a week