Leprechaun, an Irish fairy that's prone to mischief and pranks. said to be the offspring of a bad spirit and a degenerate fairy, wielding ancient Celtic powers. at least that's what the people here have told me. I believe them, not everything can be tied to logic right? I'm an anthropology student at UCL in London going on holiday with my parents to visit family friends in Ireland. for me this should be fascinating for me, being that the iron age has always been my favorite period and the many Celtic tribes. Ireland for some reason has always called to me. like something is waiting for me, like I forgot my favorite pen back there and I'm needing it for class. it's weird but since when has normal been any fun. a/n: wooooooo!!! another story idea!! if this story gets at least 10 votes and comments I'll put up the first chapter and start regularly updating it. my first book, Saving You Saves Me will still be my number one priority. this is a Narry story, it will have smut, it will have some drama and probably angst. so basically if you want this story to start vote and commentAll Rights Reserved
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