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ponyosmom35 · 1 year ago

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proposal

Simon Ghost Riley X reader

Liability chapter thirty four

Synopsis: Simon is freaking out before he proposes.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, crying, slight angst, cursing

Liability series:

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Simon had always been confident. He held himself tall when he walked. His presence commanded respect within his workplace and his personal life. Mask or no mask, Simon was confident. He was the type of person you trust with your life. The man you wanted supporting you, watching your back. He is the best at his job, one of the most feared men on the planet. There were less than ten people in the world who knew his name, but they knew his mask. They knew the stories about him.

Simon Riley had never been more scared in his life than in this moment. All of the war and violence he’d seen couldn’t compare. Now he stood in the middle of their backyard pacing back and forth. He’d set up lights and a picnic underneath the willow tree. He had her favorite wine and he’d made her favorite meal, pasta and made fresh bread with oil and vinegar to dip it in. He had macaroons for dessert. The ring he picked out three months prior was in his pocket. Every few seconds he would check to ensure that it was still in fact there. Now all he had to do was wait for her to arrive back from a shopping day with her mom and her cousin, who of course were in on the plan.

He was sweating bullets. Never had he felt so anxious. His hands were shaking and his heart was beating out of his chest. He was attempting to calm himself dwon with all of the tricks he’d been taught but it was to no avail. He went over his words, trying to keep himself together enough to remember his speech. He’d never been good with words, he wasn’t much of a talker, never able to express his love and gratitude for her in the way that he wanted. He knew that she felt it, she never expected him to profess his undying love, she knew him well enough to understand. She felt it every day.

His phone buzzes and he sees that her mother was two minutes out. He curses and runs his hands through his blonde hair which had grown out due to her request. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, he looks over his setup one last time before walking to the door to greet her. He watches her get out of the car, laughing at something her mother said as they grab the bags from the back. His heart swells at the sight of her and he pushes back the tears forming in his eyes. He opens the door and walks outside, meeting them.

“Whats the damage?” he asks as he places a hand on her back

“Oh shit! Si you scared me” she laughs “you don’t wanna know”

“Simon dear, how are you?” her mother asks as she gives him a hug

“I’m doing great, how was the shopping day?” he asks, trying to be nonchalant

“It was wonderful, we got a lot of really cute things”

“I’ll have to do a shopping haul for you” she says wrapping her arms around his middle

“Can’t wait” he responds

“Well I’ll leave you kids to it, talk to you later” her mom says before hurrying to her car, she frowns at the odd behavior. “That was weird, I was gonna ask her if she wanted to have dinner”

“I actually made dinner for us already” he says smiling down at her, she looks up with a smile as her eyes light up

“What is it?”

“Come on, I’ll show you” he says taking the bags and setting them on the table. He takes her hand and leads her out to the backyard. She gasps in surprise and jumps into his arms.

“A picnic! Oh my god that is so fucking cute!” she says

“You mentioned you wanted to have one the other day so I thought why not tonight” he shrugs, his heart rate going through the roof. He attempted to keep himself together as they walked over to the setup. The sun had just begun to set as they sat down, he was thankful that she was so chatty. She talked gushed about the picnic and took several photos of it.

“Listen there is actually something I wanted to talk to you about” he says as she sips her wine.

“Good or bad?” she asks

“Good” he nods

“Okay” she smiles, he opens his mouth to talk but all of the words he prepared escape his mind. He looks at the women he loved and tears fill his eyes. He felt such an intense burst of love, he could barley contain himself.

“Oh my god Si whats wrong?” she asks, setting down her glass and placing her hand on his face, she lifts his chin and looks into his eyes and wipes his tears.

“I love you so much” he says

“I love you too Si” she smiles

“I never imagined that I would be lucky enough to find someone who fully accepted me for who I am. Someone who was able to get past all of my issues. I have so much baggage, but you’ve never hesitated to help me work through it. You take such good care of me, even now I wake up next to you and I wonder if I could be dreaming. This didn’t seem like something that could ever happen to me. How could someone love me after what I’ve done?” he says, pausing as he notices tears fill her eyes as well.

“Falling for you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done” she says

“Falling for you was the scariest thing I’ve ever done. Nothing compares you. My life had been nothing but darkness until the day you walked into the base. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I knew that you would be a problem for me. And you were, the second you talked back to me I knew that I was in for it. Nobody had ever stood up to me the way that you did. It was over on that first day, I knew it deep down. I tried to push it away but you stuck into me like a fucking thorn” he admits, she laughs and wipes a tear off of her cheek.

“You didn’t let me shut you out, I’m so fucking grateful for that. You are the only person in this world that could hurt me y/n, everything I do is to make sure that you’re safe, that you’re taken care of. I love you so much, you’re happiness is everything to me, if I can bring just one smile to your face then I’ve done my job. I used to think that I was born for war, that I was a weapon. But now I realize that I was put on this earth to take care of you, to love you forever.” he says as he reaches into his pocket, she gasps loudly as she spots the box. He opens it gently and she covers her mouth with her hand as tears fall down her cheek.

“would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” he asks. she is unable to respond as she cries into her hands. Simon sniffles and places a hand on her back, rubbing it gently.

“Say something love, you’re killing me” he begs

“Of course I’ll marry you Simon” she says

Simon places the ring on her finger gently and pulls her into his lap he kisses her passionately. After several seconds they pull away, hugging her tightly as they sob into each other.

“I was not expecting that” she says

“I was so nervous I thought I was gonna pass out” he admits, wiping the tears from her face.

“You were nervous? Did you think I was gonna say no?” she asks pulling back

“I just wanted this to be perfect for you”

“It was, this was everything I could have ever dreamed of, absolutely perfect. I love you so much” she says kissing him again.

“You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world” he mumbles into her lips.

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changingplumbob · 2 months ago

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Foster Household: Chapter 9, Part 5

CW: Mental Health Struggles - Guide to content warnings

Carson got home late from prom so treated himself to a sleep in. Before he got in to the swing of the day he decided to give downstairs an extra vacuum. There was no guarantee that Ariadne would come visit, or that she would come inside the house if she came over, but it was the safest thing to do. If he didn’t she might make a social bunny post about how he lived in a tip that he’d never live down. No, surely she wouldn’t? Best be safe though.

After polishing off breakfast he decided to give Onyx a call, they were normally up by now practicing cheer or playing with their horse.

Onyx: Sup mate

Carson: Hey! Remind me, did we have homework for science?

Onyx: A bit, stuff from the textbook. Shouldn’t take you long though, it’s multi choice with like one proper written question

Carson: Okay so I should be able to do that tonight

Onyx: Why? You got plans for the day

Carson: I might... I’ll call you later

Onyx: No problem, I'm homebound all day

Hanging up he knew there was no more avoiding. He sent Ariadne a message. She had accepted his social bunny request, he wouldn't have sent it if she hadn't suggested it herself though. He didn't want to come on too strong.

Her texts indicated she’d love to come check out the beaches and Carson excitedly got in his swimwear. He looked in his mirror before heading downstairs and decided to throw a tank shirt on as well. He had some confidence but not enough to quite go shirtless with the girl he was crushing on. Ariadne arrived just before lunch ready to hit the beaches.

Ariadne: You okay?

Carson: Yeah, just wondering which direction to head

Harvey: Ariadne would you like to see some of our family photos while you’re here

Carson: No dad, we’re leaving!

Ariadne giggled as Carson made a beeline for the backdoor.

Outside they had good weather, Carson was happy the rain had stayed away for the day.

Ariadne: So...

Carson: So...

Ariadne: Uh... is there like a spot you like most

Carson: It’s all pretty nice but if we head down this hill there’s a pretty good clean bit

Ariadne: *nervously* After you

As they walked Carson tried to think of something to say but all he could think was that Ariadne looked really cute.

Ariadne: Have you always lived here then

Carson: Oh no. I was born in Willow Creek actually. After my mum had me she decided to get a full time artist job and that gave us enough to move here. My dad... well he earns good money but it’s just a fishing gig

Ariadne: You forget, my dads may be loaded but I didn’t grow up with much. At least your dad has a job, you can be proud of that

Carson: You are too sweet

Ariadne: *blushes* Shut up

Carson: Shall we go swimming then

Ariadne: I don’t know. Are there sharks?

Carson: Sometimes but not usually close to the shore. If any come up we can just punch them on the nose

Ariadne: *giggling* That is not a thing. The poor sharks might just want friends

Carson: Fine, any come up and I’ll hug them while you swim away. Come on

Carson grabbed her hands to lead her to the water, hoping they weren’t as sweaty as they seemed. She smiled and he hoped he’d done the right thing. Once they were in the water he let go so they could swim, happy he’d pushed himself to try that.

In the water they mucked around, splashing each other and swimming in circles. They shared tales of their school teachers and the various gossip around sims they both knew. Time carried on and Carson knew he should end it, he had scouts, but surely the troop could manage without him for an afternoon. Unless of course they were hit by a meteor. But if that was going to happen then it was good he wasn’t there or he’d die to.

Ariadne: Are you sure those glasses are fine for in the water

Carson: Yeah they’ve got this coating that bounces the water right off. I can see how good you look, don’t worry *blows kiss*

Ariadne laughed and Carson hoped it was with happiness rather than her thinking he was embarrassing himself. She sighed wistfully and turned to float on her back for a while.

Ariadne: I suppose I won’t see much of you at school this week

Carson: I mean... I know we’re in different years but I’ll still be around. If you want to see me that is. Can we go to the shore for a minute, I want to give you something before you have to go home

Ariadne: Can I have a hint

Carson: Just open it and see

Ariadne: It’s a shark isn’t it

Carson: *laughs* Just open the box

Inside the box was a Tulip Shell that Carson had found the past week and he was happy to see Ariadne smile at the sight of it.

Carson: It’s the most flawless one I’ve found. Normally they get chipped on like diving gear and stuff

Ariadne: It’s lovely. Are you sure you want to give it to me?

Carson: It should be with someone just as pretty

Ariadne: *blushing* Thanks. Oh shoot the time, I better get back home

Carson: Wait, um... selfie first?

Ariadne: *laughing* Twist my arm

Carson lifted up his phone for the shot, unable to ignore the tightening in his chest when Ariadne snaked her arm around him to get in the picture properly. After she left he sat on the beach for a while, closing his eyes and playing the time back in his mind.

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#sims 4 #the sims #simblr #my sims #ts4 #active simblr #R0910 #CarsonFoster #OnyxPancakes #HarveyFoster #AriadneSterlingFromBakersimmer

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justanotherfanwriter · 1 year ago

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Life of the party

a/n: huntlow one-shot from Luz's perspective because there's nothing like making a fool of yourself in front of your self-appointed sister. (I missed writing these two. I just think they're adorable.)

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“Luz,” Hunter sneered, “no. Absolutely not. We have so much to do! That’s why I’m here. It’s not like I can just up and leave Dell and Mrs. Clawthorn whenever I want. I have a job.”

Luz rolled her eyes, her smile falling as annoyance pulsed through her, “I hardly think taking a break is a waste of time. We’ve been going at this since this morning, and—”

“—and nothing. Yeah, I’d love to have fun with everyone. It’s not like I am opposed to fun—”

“—you’re sure acting like it—” Luz murmured, crossing her arms.

Hunter glared and continued talking like she hadn’t said anything at all, “—but I didn’t fly in for fun. Darius needs this stuff done now and—”

“—I think if I called Darius right now, he’d literally say verbatim, ‘Hunter, you’re being a party-pooper. Take a break and make wonderful lasting memories with your friends'!” She argued back, her voice rising in frustration.

“Verbatim, Luz, verbatim, Darius would say that, really? You sure about that?” Hunter mocked in that uppity way of his that made her want to punch the smug look right off his face.

“Yes,” She hissed, “I am! Because we can’t just work, work, work without any fun, and anyway, it’s too late! Everyone’s already here because I knew you’d act like this and invited them ahead of time, trapping you here with social convention, so ha-ha, you’re stuck!”

“Ha-ha, I’ll just tell them to leave!” Hunter mocked, gritting his teeth, “We have work to do.”

“Ha-ha! You can’t! It’s my party!”

“Ha! Ha! I don’t care!” Hunter leaned forward with a snarl, but she was hardly intimidated, matching his energy. Soon, they weren’t even coherently yelling at each other, with their teeth bared and foreheads practically squished together.

“HA!”

“Luz?”

Hunter’s eye went comically wide, his face paling then flushing. He pulled away from her quickly as they turned towards Willow’s voice, who had poked her head down the stairs.

“I’m down here, Willow!” Luz called back, shoving Hunter out of the way as she bounded to the stairwell.

“There you are,” Willow met her at the bottom, letting Luz wrap her up in a bear hug. Willow laughed as Luz picked her up and twirled her around before gently setting her back down.

“Luz,” She chided playfully, “I’m too heavy for that.”

“Nonsense. Absolute nonsense!” Luz gasped, picking her up and doing it again. “How are you, my absolutely beautiful, gorgeous, wonderfully talented bestest-best friend?”

“Oh, shucks,” Willow blushed, bashfully waving off the praise, “I’m doing great. I just wanted to ask if you’d like me to take that spiked cider off the stove? Or—” Willow’s eyes flickered to the right, and she smiled, “—or leave it on for a bit longer? Hey, Hunter. I didn’t see you there.”

He nodded and raised his hand in greeting, holding eye contact for only a mere few seconds before his gaze jumped away.

“It’s fine on a simmer,” Luz answered, “I want it to be nice and warm for everyone.”

“Well, it smells delicious,” Willow’s gaze left Hunter and flickered back to her. “Is there anything else you need done? Gus is upstairs with Amity, getting the rest of everything set up, and people are starting to pile in.” She looked between them before turning her full attention back to Hunter. “Gus brought that game I was telling you about, and—” She stopped short, cocking an eyebrow as she peered behind them, “—what are you two doing down here? Working?”

“Unfortunately,” Luz rolled her eyes.

“It’s the weekend!” Willow chided, “We’re supposed to be having fun. What in the world could you two be working on so late?”

She crossed the small workspace she and Hunter had created in Eda’s basement and peered down at the mountain of papers surrounding them all afternoon. After picking up one tome, Willow’s eyebrows screwed together in confusion, “Sheesh, this isn’t light reading at all. What’s this all about?”

“Hey, don’t look at me.” Luz huffed, “That side of the table is Hunter’s. I’m trying to convince him to take a break.”

Willow tsked, smiling again as she shot Hunter a coy look, “I should have known. What? Were you planning on barricading yourself away down here the whole weekend without even saying hi?”

Hunter stood a little straighter, “uh, no, I—” He looked away again, “—I was . . . definitely going to say hi.”

Luz groaned, reading right through his avoidant behavior, “You haven’t been in Bonesbourgh in forever. We’re doing much more than saying hello.”

Hunter opened his mouth to argue, but Willow laughed, placing a hand on her hip, “And a two-second conversation outside someone’s bedroom window does not count as a hello, this time, got it?”

This piqued Luz’s interest. “What two-second conversation outside a bedroom window?”

Willow’s smile grew, and she missed the glare Hunter shot Luz.

“Oh, you know, a few weeks ago when he was in? I got a knock on my bedroom window—in the middle of the night—” Willow shot another look at Hunter, nudging him slightly with her shoulder, “—and it was Mister Master Apprentice ‘just flying through,’” She quoted.

Willow started to laugh, but her smile fell when she saw the look on her face. “He was picking things up for Dell, you know?” She looked at Hunter again, “Luz knew, right?”

Luz’s jaw dropped, “You were in Bonesbourgh! And you didn’t say hi!”

“Oh, thorns, was I not supposed to say anything?” Willow asked with a sheepish lilt in her voice.

“I was literally passing through. I had time-sensitive potions in my bag. I needed to go.” Hunter argued, “They were for Dell.”

Luz threw a hand towards Willow, “You made time to say hi to Willow! Did you say hi to Gus?”

“No! It was—it was just Willow,” He admitted, a flush settling across his nose, “her place was on the—on the way.” Her place wasn’t on the way, and they all knew that. The deadpanned look on her face told him she knew as much, so he lamely tacked on, “The potions were time-sensitive. It was an in-and-out operation! I only had time for—” He looked at Willow and pleaded, “—it was only a two-second hello.”

“It definitely was only two seconds. He knocked on my window and stayed long enough for me to wave.” Willow explained, seemingly taking pity on him, “But not this time! You are coming upstairs, right?” She reached for his hand, “I’ve missed you.”

Luz could literally see the argument die on Hunter’s tongue. His eyes darted across Willow’s face as the slight flush on his face grew exponentially, traveling down his neck and covering his ears. She smirked, not at all ignorant of the real reason Hunter had made time to see Willow and Willow alone.

Willow-fever, as Luz often joked, was very much a real, tangible illness, and Hunter had been suffering its effects long before his apprenticeship with Dell. Her, Gus, and even, sometimes, Amity were prone to using Hunter’s crush to their advantage from time to time. It was like a game they all played in, excluding Willow, of course, who seemed largely oblivious, or at least willfully ignorant to her part in it.

Hunter couldn’t manage much more than a soft “Mmhm” in response, eyes trained solely on their entwined fingers.

“Are you almost done down here, then?” Willow squeezed his hand before letting go, “What are you two working on, anyway? You never said.”

“Oh, it’s, um, we were—” Hunter looked down at the research material they had been preparing for Darius and Raine. He fiddled with the tower of tomes he had been reading, and Luz watched with thinly veiled amusement as he suffered through a tongue-tied explanation. “—it’s uh, just research, you know, boring. Not—I mean—it is important, but, uh, how are, um, what’s been—I mean, uh—” He laughed, clearing his throat “—wh—what’s up? With you?”

In an obvious attempt to appear casual, Hunter leaned against the pile of tomes, which, almost instantly, tumbled under his weight. He slipped and cursed, cringing as the tomes and scrolls fell to the floor.

“Sorry!” He scrambled after the scrolls, shrinking in on himself—ears so red, they were practically steaming.

Luz pitied the poor guy but was still pissed enough at him for being such a crabapple, so she hid a mean snort behind her hand instead of helping him. He shot her another dirty look as Willow bent down and began collecting the tomes and scrolls gathered at her feet.

As Willow handed over the scrolls she had collected to Hunter, she answered his question with a shrug, “Oh, nothing much new with me. It’s been a while, though, hasn’t it? I’m glad you’re here. We’ve got a lot to catch up on, so—” she wagged another finger at him and giggled, “—I better see you up there.”

Hunter’s response was delayed, but eventually, he shook his head and seemingly, to the untrained eye, appeared more concerned about the pile of scrolls in his arms than the witch in front of him.

“Like I said, Gus brought this new CV game,” Willow continued to explain, “and he’s totally better at it than me, so I’m calling dibs on you right now for my team. I gotta knock him down a peg or two. You in?”

Hunter nodded, “Yeah, cool. Sounds like a plan.”

Willow’s smile widened, and with a cheeky wink, said, “Perfect, I’m gonna head back upstairs and rub it in Gus’s face. He’s going to be so jealous that you’re all mine tonight. No way we’ll lose!”

Hunter laughed awkwardly, “Y-yep, all yours.”

“And are you sure you don’t need me to do anything before everyone else gets here?” Willow looked at her.

Luz smiled, “Just you being here has done wonders already. You have no idea.”

“Haha, sure, sure!” Willow beamed, waving off the praise as she headed back toward the stairs. Halfway through her way up, she paused and addressed them seriously, “Don’t take too long down here, you two, or I swear, I’ll pull you upstairs myself.”

“We’ll be there real soon!” Luz called after her.

“Yeah, soon.” Hunter echoed, his gaze following Willow all the way up the stairs, waving to her one last time before she disappeared completely.

As he watched Willow leave, the look shining in his eyes was so unbelievably soft that Luz could feel her anger toward him dissipating. Left in its place was an overwhelming sense of smugness that she didn’t bother hiding.

When Willow was officially gone, Hunter’s attention snapped back to her. It was an amazingly talented facial transition—one only perfected by practice. Gone was the sappy, awestruck puppy dog expression, and in its place was a nasty sneer that hardly had its intended effect on her.

“Don’t say anything.” He warned her, “Not one word.”

“Sure, sure,” She threw up her hands but couldn’t resist asking, “Just guess we’ll be taking that break after all, huh?”

“Shut up.”

#huntlow #toh fic #love those fics were Willow's just vibing and Hunter's having an internal crisis

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rocksandmirrors · 2 years ago

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When people say luz is a lesbian

SHE IS A BISEXUAL ICON AND LITERALLY WEARS A BI PIN IN THANKS TO THEM

SHE HAS SHOWN INTERESTS IN MEN AND WOMEN

PEOPLE STOP ERASING HER ATTRACTION TO MEN JUST BECAUSE SHES DATING A GIRL

SHES STILL BISEXUAL

(This is NOT lumity salt. I love them.)

Also when people say huntlow was rushed and forced as if Hunter didn’t blush in the first episode they met and they don’t have lumity parallels and as if the show wasn’t cut short

oh yeah that shit's infuriating. the crew didn't include a coming-out scene (albeit short) for ppl to claim Luz is a lesbian like 😬 have some respect for bisexual folks (i've never seen anyone do this yet tho, guess i'm lucky lol)

btw this is not to say lesbian hcs are bad, i love my lesbians and bi pals equally. but not only do we already have a canon lesbian (Amity) there are plenty of characters you can headcanon as well (Viney, Emira, Skara, Boscha, etc. hell i even saw ppl giving this hc to Raine)

as for Huntlow, i can kiiiind of see why ppl would be upset, but for the bad reasons imo. first of all you're right, the show has been shortened and Huntlow, despite being in the works since day one, suffered from this, so it's not the crew's fault who did an amazing job at making it canon (btw remember that post i made like 'uuuh i hope Huntlow will stay open for interpretation blabla'?? yeah fuck that, it was stupid)

second of all, i've seen complaints about how they didn't get as much screentime as Lumity, and that's dumb for 2 reasons. not only did Hunter meet Willow during season 2B (you know, when the show suddenly got shortened) and Lumity had time to develop throughout season 1 and season 2A, but Luz is the main character. like it or not, it makes sense for her romance to be more developed and have more screentime than Willow's

you can dislike Huntlow ofc, but at least be coherent, or just be honest and say you just don't seen them together/prefer different dynamics for them

sorry for the sudden rant lol but i get your grips bestie </3

#luz noceda #lumity #huntlow #fandom crit

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calypso-finale · 2 years ago

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Sixty. Part 2

Smiling at Amerie as she took Emi from me “thank you” I said to her “go on boys, go and explore as you do” Chris has rented a nice house in Miami, nice views and we can use that boat outside the house too while we are at it. Chris and I did leave the phone call on a shit tone, I mean of course we are disagreeing on the kids and that will always be a touchy subject with him and with me, we all have our own way and now I have started, and I have pointed that they aren’t doing good he isn’t happy with me “I bet you have been having all the blunts” he is rolling one up now “you right I have been, nobody to tell me no. I can have as many as I want, that is the luxury of being away from the wife” I hate when he has too many “well you knew I was coming and I don’t want to drag this out you know, I want us to talk about it, clearly we need too Chris. Please” I said to him “I am listening” he mumbled “I said nothing wrong to Rylee, I spoke the truth. I love all my kids, you know I do, and you know I spoil them too, they all make me mad and I get it because it’s life, they have been birthed into this life and we can’t stop it, but I had hoped they would do for themselves, and I am not getting that. And I may have been harsh with her, but I am trying to help her, I am always trying. I am at the point that nobody fucking deserves the company I made, I wanted to see progress and ok, Ti has come back I take that. But if I see that girl on the field and not at work she will be the next one out, then what? The company I made is what I want to give to my kids, and I am not seeing it. Why should I give it to them, it needs to be earned, none of them have ethic, they jump when a man looks at them, I can’t be wrong in this Chris, you can’t stand there and say I am wrong, we are talking now. Ok I am sorry, I poked at your parenting, I do apologise for that, I take that, but I am not wrong in what I say Chris” he swallowed hard “what do you want me to say? They want to be kept girls” he said “you know what gets me, I took that first born brat to most of my meetings, and she gave me nothing but a grandchild, you know what as a parent I am upset with her, I am hurt by her, I love Aziel, I do but she may have not realised it but she changed her own course of life and now she is living through Aziel by having him model, I said nothing wrong” I am defending myself here, I don’t care. I won’t have him say I am wrong.

Chris is quiet, when he is quiet that does usually mean he knows I am not wrong but then he isn’t liking it “where is Imani?” I asked him “she is out, for some food with Willow, she made friends in her, you know Jada and Will daughter” letting out an oh “that is nice, I am glad she is but Chris, I hope you told her off when she called me a bitch” he better have “I did, I said to her that is my wife, don’t say that but she was upset. I guess truth hurts but what would you have done? I mean you go there and help her; you help her to get on that path, but she still hasn’t done it for herself. She has finished college, and that’s it. The thing is, we can’t even say it’s her friends, they all have jobs” I am glad Chris isn’t angry at me “I don’t like any of us falling out when we are all split up yeah, that is all. I hate it, when she called me crying, saying mom is this and that, I got upset. I love my kids and that is just me, even if they live a happy life and I am bailing them out, unless they are having drugs I will be there, that is just me. And Rylee will always have that title on her head of being the biggest disappointment of this family, and she openly said she doesn’t want to be in this country for that reason, she misses it but she doesn’t like the feeling of it, so really she is going to be taking the British citizen or whatever, I did say no but like just leave it as that visa business but she is taking it and whatever, I don’t know Robyn. It’s my fault I guess, maybe showing them too much love, maybe they saw that dad stayed for love, he made changes for love they do it, they seem to want that approval of a partner, I don’t know” he snapped walking off.

Walking outside behind him, he lit the blunt “it’s not a bad thing what you did Chris, you are the best dad ever, no matter what happened or happens, you are. I don’t want to dwell on the past, I also know you hate when the kids and I fall out, but I also hate the way they are in terms of work ethic, I can get them anyone, I can make things move and I just get nothing” Chris turned to me “you know what, I hold it together a lot, I do. I regret not being there for Tianna more, she let me down when she did what did in my house, I regret not being there for Rylee when potentially she had a bad birth, and the lasting thing could have been we didn’t talk, I regret it a lot. I regret things too Robyn, I wasn’t there for the boys much as I am for the girls, these boys could be flipping on tables and my eyes will still be on my daughters and when they do shit on me, I hate it but I don’t want to be that guy like I was when I pushed them away from me, I love them what can I say. I don’t want this, I don’t want us to fall out, I know Ti and Rylee will always and forever be on edge, that will never change, they love and hate each other, Rylee hates that she even happened, and Ti hates that Rylee got it all. I try” he sighed “I know you do, and I don’t want to get at you, I don’t” he nodded his head “I also want you to call her back and have a proper adult conversation too” I huffed out “I didn’t know she was going to become a British citizen” he nodded his head “yeah she mentioned it, I said to her I thought you missed home; you said it a lot. She said I thought I did, but then I have to see people that pity me that I had a child where in London nobody bats an eyelid, so yeah. I think she knows how we feel, and like you said, love Aziel but yeah” he mumbled, I will do it for him, he doesn’t want that argument.

Chris called Rylee on his skype, not mine because she may not even pick up because Rylee takes time to get over things, little like Chris “hey dad” with the look on her face, she saw me and then looking away “Rylee, you cooking yeah?” she laughed “I am, and I am still living to tell. I am cooking” Chris laughed “housewife now aren’t you” Rylee pulled a face “stop it dad” least she is doing for herself “Rylee, I want to apologise for upsetting you, for what I said” I spoke up “yeah mom, I don’t need you to tell me what I already know, I know ok. You telling me something when I see all the people I grew up with, I look at them and they just pity me for being a mom at that age, I get looked down on and really being there, I don’t want to be. You can verbally tell me you don’t mind; it’s done. But collectively, if I sat in the room, it’s like Rylee how is your life, you have nothing now but a child. Oh look at auntie Emi and nephew, these sly jokes or whatever, just yeah I know. You’re pointing out what I know, I don’t want to deal with Fenty for them to say I got a mom body, you have Ti, she wants it because she knew that was mine so give it her before she cries” looking at Chris “we spoke about this Rylee” Rylee shook her head “none of you fucking understand, you all just speak shit and thinks it’s ok, I know how you all really feel. You try and be in a room of disappointment looks, and mom you for one should know with how Momo is and you can’t take it, that is just one person. I just want to be out of sight, I don’t want Fenty, I don’t want to know anymore. Thank you for the money, mhmm but I will do it myself and yeah, leave it as that” she said “Rylee” Chris said, “you for one should know how it is to be alone, ok!” she half shouted at him “but you ain’t, you got us” she laughed “I don’t want any of you, ok pity party leave me alone. And mom, fine, it’s ok. I need to go because my life is now my son, he needs feeding!” she put the phone down “you kept the british citizen thing away from me, I didn’t know she was doing that or that someone called her mom body” I said to Chris,

Wadz laughed at Aziel “why did he jump in dirt though bro? Like why” Aziel does be on some dumb stuff “he’s growing, come. In there, let your mom deal with this, you need a bath again” side eyeing the receptionist, that guy always got an issue with me and still does “you look well you know, better then before” Wadz randomly said, pressing the elevator button “you think? Hey, why you not press the button? You usually like doing it” he shrugged and placed his arms behind his back “ok, I see you. Get inside” I pointed, getting into the elevator “why say that though? Is that a good thing” I asked, you never know “bro, of course it’s good. Like you spending time with Aziel a lot more, you’re more caring in a lot of things, reminds me of when we was younger, you cared a lot and spoke more” I grinned “yeah, I still like to be quiet though, this therapist person is good, be saying how things aren’t my fault. Like you know how my mom can be? She loves to blame me; she loves to say I did it. I got myself kicked out, I did this mess. I nutted in Rylee, I had Kenza, I had this, I did that. None of it matters, I see it, I realise it. As a kid I didn’t see it, I thought it was me, I was responsible for that dickhead to be in a gang, but nah. Just about me and my real ones” stepping off the elevator “that’s what it’s about” Wadz eyeballed me “you have a key?” I laughed “just for now, she knows. Don’t worry” I laughed “damn” Wadz is shocked but I give it back after “moving mad” Aziel ran inside, his clothes are really dirty “seriously?” I cringed, looking at Wadz. Making my way into the living room “your key” I said, showing her that I placed it on the table “I don’t get why you couldn’t feed him? I told you to feed him, you message me about it for what!? I said do it” oh she is in a bad mood “you said you ain’t like bossman food for him; so I assumed you didn’t want me too” she is giving me dead eyes “on a real I didn’t hear” I admitted “you know what, everyone, just everyone. I can’t be bothered, thanks and goodbye. And thanks for the mess, Aziel! You stand there and don’t move” she is not happy; she is really mad. Licking my top lip “alright” I mumbled “fuck me” she huffed out walking off, she is not happy clearly, but I am not sure if that was feeding him or something else “daddy” Aziel said as he made his way over to me as I was about to walk off “Aziel! If you make the floor dirty with you running around I will be mad!” Walking over to Wadz “take my car, you go. I’ll bath him, she seems stressed out” Aziel held my hand “ok, fine. I’ll pick you up, ping me” nodding my head “daddy play ball” I have to laugh because this issue got him in this mess “yeah, and you fell in dirt, come” walking with him “I’ll bath him” I said to Rylee, I don’t think she’s bothered anyways.

Smiling at Aziel “what is that?” I pointed at his top “coco melon!!” He spat “you like coco melon don’t you, well you’re clean now. And you got your new night clothes, do not make a mess!” I pointed “say promise?” I said to him “promise” nodding my head “ok, your bear? Why you holding a bear” he hugged it “mine” getting up from the floor “go and eat then” I said to him, and he ran off “you didn’t have to do that” Rylee said “you seem in a bad mood, sorry for making him a mess. He just jumped in dirt and yeah, that happened” she shrugged “thanks anyways” nodding my head “erm, so what is up? Why do you seem off? You’re upset” she crossed her arms across her chest “nothing, you can eat if you want since there is food left over” I know something is up “Lee?” I said “Neil” I laughed “you want to go on a road trip? You seem like you need it, just maybe like camping?” Rylee laughed “I don’t camp, shut up” rubbing my face “ok but Wales, let’s go there. We can camp, take Aziel and you can tell me what is up? Look before I go back to doing my thing, like meaning music and I get busy, let me spend time with Aziel and you, we can split cooking” she isn’t saying no “can tell something on your mind” she huffed out “what is in Wales?” Good question “scenes” she laughed “two beds” she put two fingers up “double bed” I retorted “Aziel between us” she added “alright, go tonight. Yeah?” She frowned “no, morning. I just need to pack, I mean you can just take Aziel alone” I shook my head “I’m still trying to make it up to you too but also, I just want my family back, alright I’ll sort it out, just be ready” I have no idea where we are going, I need to go back to the apartment and think “ok, if you want too, how many nights? And how long to get there?” Walking off “erm about 4 hours and two nights, first night to keep you warm and the other” I joked “mhmmm fine” this really came out of nowhere, but I feel like she needs a break away or something, it will be nice anyways.

Making my way back over to Rylee, we are currently at a stop over because four hours none stop driving is hell and I needed the bathroom “he’s paying” Rylee pointed at me, pull my ski mask down “am I?” I questioned, looking at the barista “oh” the girl smiled “you are, I got you a Latte” nodding my head, getting my card out. I always tend to wear a mask because then I can move in silence “I love your music” tapping my card “thank you” I said, “that gone through yeah?” She nodded her head, making my way over to Rylee “the baby daddy taking us to Wales” she is videoing herself, throwing up gang signs “I picked Wales because it’s like west, we going to visit every place that begins with W” Rylee side eyed me “you can take me to a nice holiday, a place that starts with W with a beach” she looked at me, squinting my eyes “there is no country that begins with W though” I said “shut up, there is” shaking my head “swear down” she stopped the video “I bet there is, if I find something you’re paying” she pointed “fine, do it but I know it” the barista shouted Neil, looking at Rylee and she looked around herself “what?” she is so annoying “that is mine” I said smiling “Central Cee” I laughed “yeah, do you know who this one is though?” I pointed, the guy looked at her “no” I snorted laughing taking my Latte “you in my country, come Aziel” waving him over, she tried to get me but she ain’t get me, not on my watch. Looking behind me, Rylee is dragging her feet, she a little annoyed now but I got her there, calling me Neil. Picking up Aziel and walking down the steps with him “careful” placing him down, squinting my eyes seeing that a car is fully playing my song which made me laugh. Unlocking my car “here” making my way to the car, opening the car door “climb in” Rylee finally joined us “he actually said he knew me, and he called me beautiful, don’t ever play me again” rolling my eyes “take that for me” I pulled a face “hey” I knew that Barista would be back “can I have a picture please” nodding my head “sure, what is your name?” I asked “Emma” I chuckled “Emma, cute name” the car that had my song on drove by and then a sharp break “oh boy” I mumbled, this is going to be long.

We have like a good hour left to get there “so you going to tell me what happened yesterday, why was you all mad and stuff?” turning the music down a little “just my mom getting at me, she called well you know because you said what you said, she offered me to work in Savage, sleep wear and really I don’t want it. Let Ti do it, she is so hell bent on making sure she gets it, and that she is the one, I don’t care. So we just went back and forth, and my mom snapped that I have done nothing for me, I am like the disappointment, I done nothing, practically lost Dior and all they want is Aziel. I am living off the money they gave me, just a lot of things and I just said it. She rang again to say sorry, but I said I just don’t care for LA, I am sick of seeing people and seeing that oh I shouldn’t be a mother, I have destroyed myself, just sick of that look on their face. I really don’t care for it, the more I grow the more I see that nah, I don’t want it anymore. I don’t need their pity, so I was annoyed” she got her family politics going on “damn” I breathed out “but like you said that you was waiting for him to be like three, when he goes into nursery or whatever, this has nothing to do with them Rylee. Your mom gave you that money because she saved that for you, she shouldn’t bite at you about it. You should do you, you here now really not because of me like it was, you’re here because you want to be here, it’s changed right?” Looking over at her “exactly that, I do need to do something though” she said “how about you help with my clothing line, that is coming out soon? I literally have so many female fans that you would be good in regards to what they would wear? I’ll pay you minimum wage, that’s like ten pound fifty” she hit my arm “that is so sweet of you, I’ll think about it. At the end of the day, that’s your baby. But if you need help I can do that” she offered “if you help then that means you work for us, pick and choose” she can’t be saying that now, she either does it or doesn’t do it.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfic #Chrianna Fanfiction

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be-side-my-self · 2 months ago

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Rewatch of ONLY Murders In The Building to prepare for season 4 (V)

Block #OMITBRewatch if you don’t want to read notes that will have spoilers up to seasons 3. Just to make it clear, while quoting, I use M, O, C for the main characters.

Also I’m putting this under a read more because it gets long. (also, also this is the fifth part and I finally added "only" to the title.)

S2 E7

Episode of Mabel.

There is Theo and that is a really nice apartment.

M: "Is that me? Did I stab someone? Again?"

Detective Williams baby is so cute! Keith.

Mabel: "Nice accesory." Theo: *Looks down at his ankle* Mabel: "You steal jewelery from dead people, and the state gives you and anklet. Kind of poetic." Theo: *slams the mug, pissed off.*

THEO DIMAS I'm deaf. I write, or use ASL _I catch only 1/3 of what you say,_ through lip-reading.

*insert that video from american psycho about the business cards.

Theo: "When you got off the train, you were in shock so I took you to my place like creep."

Theo is really nice.

Detective Williams is so great.

.... they are so stupid it's amazing... but also that apartment is poorly soundproofed

Talking about a two-men job on the toilet is a really weird thing to say.

M: "Ah, yes. The adventures of a teenage grave robber. Got it."

Theo likes the simple solutions. Nice.

Someone with frustration is playing Whak-a-mole

Crane game... my sister is so good at it. Better than Theo.

So, how did he manage to get the ring in the crane-game? Sleight of hand? He could have put it in there when Mable did not look.

Oliver probably has probably flash-back to the time Will was a baby.

The dads are consulting.

Oh Mabel :(

Of course she is angry, her dad is dying and he can't keep his promises and she does not know.

Uh oh... glitter.

That is such a good scene.

So, the background on Mable's phone... is that her fursona?

Omg... please... I know you need to look at the lips Theo, but please look at the street.

M: "Thank you for stealing my fish."

Oh right! A blackout!

S2 E8

Sith-Avenue Slasher

Something about this was correct...

Also love the fan-made merch. All the tie-die stuff.

You always get Oliver with dips.

Howard! Go for it!!

Psycharatist: "There may be more to life than cats."

... lmao Charles and Oliver bonding over the guy who operated their knees. Besties.

Howard: "Sevenlyn Marie Morris, num num!"

Smooth, Howard!

It's actually nice to see some side-characters in that episode...

Howard and that other guy are a match made in heaven... pity it does not last :/

Also the scene with Nina and the door-man is really good.

Oh... the whole house singing sound of silence. That is such a nice scene.

Mabel takes the dips with her!

lmao everyone getting drunk in the lobby XD

M: "But why are you here? Other than interrogating teenage girls? Detective Kreps: "That's just one part of the job I happen to like."

YIKES YIKES YIKES

The GLITTER!!

S2 E9

Rose Cooper and Leonora Folger are the same person iirc.

Well the alimony is probably partly your fault, Kreps.

Kreps: "And she, or he, if that is your thing, they smile at you, and your whole goddamn universe turns upside down. And that's when shit gets really crazy."

M: "That is ASL for glitter." C: "Oh, that is kind of fun."

Congrats Oliver! You are the father!

O: "There's no real difference. All the European countries are esentially the same."

... boy.

Hey, Alice!

As I said, I did not like Alice but this is really tragic. It would have been nice for Mabel to have an artist as a girlfriend.

Oh lol... Rose just acted like she was Leonora.

And... now I think I remember that Oliver is lying about being greek... but it's a white lie?

25 Willow Dr Lake Placid New York

"Excessive Force Fighting Gym" ... that sounds fun and not serious at all. But gosh the upcoming scene is so good.

Hey, Teddy!

Lmao... Oliver just going for Teddy's throat.

O: "You're my son's father, you piece of shit!"

Kreps: "If I'm so stupid, how come I was able to land the smartes woman on the planet?"

It they weren't murderers their story would have been kinda cute.

Teddy: "Ow!" O: "Can I get you something!? Coffee? Water? A swift kick in the dick?" Teddy: "Look, Oliver, let me explain--" O: "Oh no, no, no. You know you don't have to. I was up all night talking to Roberta. She told me what happened." Teddy: "Did she tell you it only happened once?" O: "She said twice." Teddy: "One night, two times." O: "Well, now you're just bragging."

Mabel figures it out but comes to the wrong conclusion... I mean I would too.

Teddy's whole family was a bunch of crooks.

Teddy: "Aren't we square at this point? You send me to jail, I fuck your wife?"

Well, shit.

S2 E10

I remember that I really enjoyed the episode.

Poppy really had a shitty life.

The Mayor... yikes, yikes, yikes...

Cinda is such a bitch.

O: "Torture? Can we torture her? Charles, get your concertina and whatever you consider your 10 most intersting stories." C *rubbing his nose with his middle finger*: "Hm, let me just muse on that, uh, for a second." O *smirks*: "Mm."

No, Oliver it does not feel like a finale yet... but at least we got to see Poppy's background story.

M: "Oliver, what did we agree on?" O: "You and Charles do the talking."

I know people who are disgusted by the inside of the tomatoe but also someone who gets an allergic reaction when eating unprocessed tomatoes. I on the other hand can eat a tomatoe like an apple. And I enjoy it.

Liverwurst? Yum. Marmelade? Yum. Togther? ... nonono

Uma is great.

Lester's (Doorman) story is hardcore.

Oliver is so fast with giving away Charles' money.

O: "The sexual energy between you two was obvious. I'd say more, but this is a family murder podcast."

Charles and Oliver doing slow motion is so hilarious.

Don't waste food.

... love how Mabel ist using the ego of Poppy to confess.

Holy shit what a scene.

I remember the first time I saw that I was so freaked out.

And the fact that Cinda is now complimenting Mabel...

Again... if they weren't murderers, I would have wished Krebs and Poppy all the best.

C: "Hallelujah! It's a miracle cure!" Lucy: "Nice. you got de-dementia'd."

LMAO... How Charles tries his best to ask out Joy and luckily she understands his grunts.

Pity, that the mural is painted over.

Also it seems like Mabel and Alice stayed friends at least. Maybe dated some longer, who knows?

Awww... Will and Oliver having a moment.

I screamed when I saw Paul Rudd in that role.

But like what kind of ass do you have to be to get on the bad side of Charles?

*dramatic yodeling*

#omitb #OMITBRewatch #only murders in the building #Only Murders in dhte Buildig Season 2 #Only Murders in tthe Building Rewatch #The next posting might only come on Sunday because I'll be away on the weekend to play DnD with friends

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arc-misadventures · 2 years ago

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Motherly Concern

Juniper: Hey, Winter~!

Winter: Ah?! Ahem! Hello, Mrs. Arc. Can I help you?

Juniper: Oh don’t call me that, it makes me feel old. Call me, Juniper… Or, Mom, whichever feels better~!

Winter: E-Excuse me?!

Juniper: So you, and my mad little scientist… I like the sound of that…

Winter: W-What are you talking about?

Juniper: I can see you two getting together; I remember when I was younger your mother, and I fought all the time for, Acheius. That’s my husband, I obviously won the fight. I often wonder how happy, Willow would be. But, then again, I wouldn’t have my children, and you wouldn’t have your sisters, but nonetheless…

Winter: I-I’m sorry… Juniper, but why are you telling me all of this?

Juniper: I don’t want you to end up like your mother, Winter. A sad drunkard shell of a broken woman. She was so, so much more years ago, you wouldn’t even recognize who she was back then. But, then she married that bastard! He broke her, he lied to her, and married her for the money. She never saw it coming… That why she…

Winter: S-She what…? What did my mother do?

Juniper: You should ask her yourself. She probably won’t tell you, but after what happened she just escaped into the bottle, and now she’s trapped there…

Winter: How do you know all of this?

Juniper: Well, Willow, and I may have fought over, Acheius love, and affection. But, we still loved each other like the sister we never had. And, I don’t want you to be like her; trapped in a broken, heartless marriage. I want you to be happy, and I know you feel happier just looking at him. Sure his little Hunter Drones may love him like they do, but he will never see them in that way, no matter how hard they try, you on the other hand. Well, you’re young, you still have time. But, don’t take too log, otherwise someone else may try, and take him away from you.

Winter: B-But, my career, my job for, Atlas, my team?! W-W-What about all of that?! I-I just can’t leave it for, Jaune. C-Can I…?

Juniper: Who says you have too? You could easily marry him now, and stay in the military as you are now, or you may decide to leave, and be with, Jaune, and what ever family you chose to be. One with kids mind you, it’s not that I just want grandkids, lots of grandkids… But, that they’ll fill a void in your heart that you never knew you had.

Winter: It sounds like you’re placing me, and Jaune in your husbands, and my mother shoes.

Juniper: Meh, I won’t deny I am. But, that just because of what I said earlier; I don’t want you to end up like my dear friend. I want you to be happy.

Winter: Be happy…

Juniper: Listen, you don’t have to decide about any of this now. At most you just have to think about it. Okay?

Winter: I-I’ll try, Juniper.

Juniper: Good, now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have a few words with my son. After that I need to do some clean up work.

Winter: What kind of clean up work?

Juniper: Well help, Willow get clean up. Get her sober, and all. Remind her she still has a friend who loves her. Maybe I should have, Acheius help me. He could be the father presence you kids always needed. Maybe we could finally do that threesome I always wanted to do~!

Winter: T-Threesome?!

Juniper: Then I have to deal with that bastard first. What do you say, incriminating evidence that will get him locked ip for life, or should I just kill him?

Winter: You’re going to kill my father?!

Juniper: Yeah, it would probably easier that way; less paperwork, and no lawyers to deal with.

Winter: W-Wait, Juniper!

Juniper: Well, I’ll be off now; Bye, future daughter-in-law~!

Winter: W-Wait, hold on now?!

Winter: …

Winter: Oh no…

Ironwood: Ah, Specialist, Schnee. Did you enjoy your conversation with, Mrs. Arc?

Winter: I’m not sure… She gave me some advice about, Jaune. Then she told me about her history with my mother. Now she’s going to kill my father…?

Ironwood: Is she now?

Winter: She said so herself, Sir. Should I assign a guard detail to protect him?

Ironwood: No, its pointless. We couldn’t stop her even if we tried. Hell, he may already be dead anyway.

Winter: He may be what?!

#rwby #jaune arc #winter schnee #juniper arc #acheius arc #willow schnee #jacques schnee #jaune x winter #winter x jaune #rwby winterknight

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pandoratheprocrasticreator · 2 years ago

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ngl the owl house has a habit of setting things up and never mentioning it again. it doesnt affect the story quality and you don’t even notice it unless you have brainrot about the show and overthink every bit of it like i do. the major plot points are all very well done and obviously they do a lot of foreshadowing and the whole setup and payoff for that. like luz eda and king’s arcs? immaculate. the belos/day of unity thing? yeah.

and it’s not even stuff they were obviously going to cover in a full season 3 but had to cut. like everyone talks about how the bat queen disappeared after hunting palismen and i know thats bc they didnt have enough episodes to cover that. and something like the blight parents divorce probably would have had more buildup but they had to truncate it. and while i think there were better ways to cut it, i understand why they wrote it like that. same thing with the collector he was obviously supposed to have all of season 3 to be fleshed out. and the titan trappers. gus’s relationship with his dad was probably going to get explored more. and while i think they could have given willow more screentime in s2, she would have had more development in s3 too. like we can all tell where they had to cut out major subplots and i dont think its right to blame the writers for not following up on those. and if they shortened a subplot badly, it should be criticized on the basis of there being better ways to shorten it, not on the basis of it being bad they shortened it at all.

but with that out of the way the show loves to introduce a cool plotline and like. literally NEVER mention it again? even if it would be interesting to explore in the show or come in handy in a future plotpoint they just. pretend they didn’t introduce that point at all? and don’t say “oh they might have expanded on it if the show didnt get shortened” im talking about stuff in s1 and s2a. the crew found out the show was being cancelled while producing s2b. (probably around the production of any sport in a storm? in the storyboards they included a picture of the construction coven head on darius��s scroll which makes me think they thought they could do more episodes since they were teasing something with a new character. also the azura subplot that episode REALLY feels like something they’d write if they thought they had more episodes to tie up the actual plot.) but yeah if the writers didn’t address some of the stuff they brought up in a season and a half i. really dont think they’re keeping track of those plot points now.

anyway the more i think about it the more BAFFLED i am? bc some of those plot points would have been hella more interesting to do an episode on than like. the bodyswap episode. a really small thing is eda’s potion business. aside from selling human garbage eda does have a side job. we see her and lilith making potions in s2 so they obviously can still maintain the potion business even if they can’t make some complicated potions anymore bc they dont have magic. eda does say she’ll sell edric’s potions in reaching out but when they were having financial troubles in separate tides no one mentions it? its one thing to say “eda's potion business is dead bc ppl keep ripping her off/bc she can’t make complicated potions” but they just. never mention it? and lilith’s scrying potion was just a way to show belos is building a portal. (they never even show the cauldron again so i dont think it was ever plot relevant) if they just needed her to get potion ingredients they could have just had her do that while trying to salvage eda’s business.

and also. the blight twins had the highest scores ever for the entrance exams? we see them being good at magic other times and they did touch on how amity feels inadequate because she isn’t naturally gifted at magic. idk i think there were themes of it but amity feeling overshadowed by her siblings and overworking herself to compensate wasn’t. too well explored imo. the resentment was definitely there. this one isn’t something that they necessarily never explored. i just think they should have explored it more. all siblings in toh parallel with the wittebanes and all.

something else they kind of forgot after like two episodes is how hunter was supposed to be spying on luz. in young blood old souls belos says he’ll “keep an eye on [the owl family]” and nods at hunter. and the look the pirate guy gives hunter in separate tides after he hires luz implies he purposely did that so hunter can spy on her. but then he...tells luz to kill the selkiedomus and never seeks her out again? what was the goal there? did he just not want to kill the selkiedomus so he decided to blow his cover for it? belos probably told him to kill it for the scales to make a new grimwalker but. hunter didn’t get any scales? what, was belos going to send someone to get the scales after hunter left??? and why did hunter never go back to spy on the owl family again? it really feels like they wanted to set that up at the end of s1 but when they were writing s2 they got bored with the idea so they pretended it never happened after separate tides.

my biggest example is how lilith was amity’s mentor of course. like. amity liked and respected her! she’s upset that lilith would trick her into cheating which further shows how amity expected lilith to be better than that! and amity being lilith’s “star student” implies lilith has other students. so does lilith have like. a gaggle of kids learning from her? is that why she’s friends with steve? lilith’s habit of mentoring a bunch of students never comes up again. like literally just replace flora desplora with someone she mentored who’s in the coven now it would make the same amount of sense and also have continuity.

and i see a lot of ppl toying with the idea that lilith was a parental figure/mentor to hunter when he was a kid but later grew to hate him because of coven politics and. yeah lilith can do a similar teleport dash to hunter he had to learn that from someone. and even if lilith never mentored hunter he was still a scout before becoming the golden guard so he probably worked for all the coven heads including her. and they probably worked together after he became the golden guard too. lilith definitely had some kind of history with hunter given her reaction to him in separate tides but when luz mentions lilith in hunting palismen hunter just. doesnt say anything? they never expand on that relationship again?

and maybe they just ran out of episodes to touch on lilith and hunter but that doesn’t explain why they never touched on lilith and amity after like 30 episodes. after covention they never interact again unless you count the 2 second shot where amity glares at lilith’s poster. even after lilith betrays the emperor and almost gets petrified amity never even asks luz about her. if they’d expanded on lilith’s relationship with amity and hunter at all eclipse lake would have been even more meaningful. lilith’s coven indoctrination probably contributed to the “you have to earn the right to exist” mentality both of them had. but by that point she’s recovered from that mindset. but the kids she mentored are still trapped in it.

some of the concepts they introduced in s2a also feel like this. like the ideas seem like it would be cool if they explored it. but it also doesn’t feel important enough to tangibly affect the plot so you suspect they might just not bring it up again. i already mentioned lilith’s scrying potion but there’s also how kikimora realized hunter was the one that attacked her in hunting palismen. (and just her subplot about political intrigue in the coven altogether) and gus and the looking glass graveyard. and hunter warning the blight parents about building a private army.

anyway none of this like. detracts from the quality of the show in any way. i guess these are just details from the show i noticed and wishe they could have explored? i know they probably did like a million drafts of the story but i think they could have tightened the story even more if they looked at it even more times. but yeah idk what the purpose of this is im just laying out all the stuff i wish they expanded on. im looking at this as like. a fanfic prompt. or notes for the owl house rewrite i wanna do after the show finishes, an alternate show made in a universe where michael mouse isn’t such a bitch

#toh #the owl house #shut up pandora #toh meta #maybe??? idk what to call it #toh prompts #kind of???#idk im not tagging all the characters and episodes #oh and #fuck disney #always #just because the writers are a little loose with their storylines doesnt mean you get to make the problem worse by cancelling the show

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avatarmerida · 2 years ago

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The Messenger

Mini sequel to this. Basically a slight AU where Hunter doesn’t meet Willow by joining the flyer derby team but still falls very hard. Early Huntlow vibes.

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Hunter kept his promise to interrogate Luz the next day, ambushing her the moment she entered the edge of the market. She wandered into a rope trap he had carefully planted, lifting her up on to the roof where he waited and quickly wrapped another rope around her to ensure he got the answers he sought.

“I already told you I don’t know anything about what Lillith said!” Luz exclaimed, struggling to break free as Hunter emerged from his hiding spot in the shadows. “What do you want, dude?”

“Hey now, I’m not here to cause any trouble! I just wanna talk!”

“Really?” Luz said skeptical. “Talk about what?”

“Well gee, I dunno...Hm, how’s your friend? The one with the braids? The Captain?” Hunter asked as though he had just stumbled upon the topic randomly and her name had slipped his mind and wasn’t replaying over and over in his head.

“Do you mean Willow?”

“Oh, yes that’s the one,” said Hunter, clearing his throat as though he was making casual conversation and hadn’t just ambushed her. “How is she?”

“She’s... good?” Luz replied, confused and cautious. This definitely wasn’t the line of questioning she was expecting.

“Has she... asked about me?” Hunter asked somewhat quietly.

“Did you kidnap me just to ask me about Willow?”

“No!” said Hunter far too defensively for that to be true. “It’s my job to... stay informed on the well being and activity of all citizens.”

“You never ask me what I’m doing.”

“Well that’s because I already know what you’re doing you’re causing trouble and giving me a headache,” said Hunter quickly before changing the subject returned him to a calmer demeanor. “Now, back to Willow... is she seeing anyone?”

“Why?” asked Luz with a dopey grin.

Hunter blushed wildly. “I already told you! Not that it’s any of your business anyway, but it’s not like that! She just seems like a good candidate for the Emperor’s Coven and so the Emperor would want me to keep tabs on her. To make sure she’s... eligible.”

“Oh, she’s eligible alright,” laughed Luz. “You trying to recruit her to be Mrs. Golden Guard?”

“You’re wasting my time,” said Hunter, walking away in a huff. “I don’t know why I thought you could take this seriously!”

“Hey! Wait! Aren’t you gonna untie me?”

“If I do...” he said turning around and folding his hands as he picked the words. “Can you give her something... from me?”

“Ooooh is it a love note?”

“What? No! Of course not! Why would I... it’s confidential! Can you deliver it or not?”

“Well, first I gotta make sure you’re not sending my friend something dangerous or explosive or tacky.”

“It’s nothing like that,” said Hunter, averting his eyes to the ground where the bag that contained the gift rested. “It’s just something that... reminded me of her.”

“Something you want to remind her of you I bet,” laughed Luz. “Do you court all recruits so thoroughly?”

“Oh, whatever!” scoffed Hunter walking away again.

“Heeeey!” Luz called back, attempting to hop forward but her confined arms made any movement difficult and she fell over. “Oof! C’mon dude, I’m only teasing! Willow is great, it makes sense you’d have a crush on her!”

“I don’t want to crush her! I want to... express my respect for her.” Hunter insisted, getting more upset for reason he did not understand.

“Yeah, I know,” said Luz as she adjusted herself to sit up to face him. “I get it, believe me; I’ve been there before myself! I bet you’re feeling sweaty and dizzy when you think about her right?”

“My vitals are none of your business!”

“So that’s a yes,” chuckled Luz. “Look dude, I don’t know Willow’s type exactly and considering my last crush did literally try to crush me, I can’t advise against... whatever this turns out to be. But I will say that if you wanna know more about Willow the best person to ask is probably Willow.”

“I just didn’t want to impose or inconvenience her.”

“Oh, but you have no issue inconveniencing me?”

“Of course not,” said Hunter simply. “But Willow is a captain, she has responsibilities, things to accomplish, and I don’t want to interrupt her plans just because I-.”

“Because you...?” prompted Luz.

“...because I admire her.” inished Hunter.

“Hmm, now that you mention it she did ask about you,” said Luz slyly, noticing the uncharacteristically soft look on his face.

“Really? What did she say?” Hunter inquired eagerly before adjusting his tone back to his idea of aloof. “I mean... oh? What did she say?”

“Ask her yourself.”

“I don’t know,” said Hunter, attempting to conceal his insecurity as he started to pace. “I wouldn’t know how to approach her. I mean it could be very... intimidating.”

“Have you seen her play flyer derby? I don’t think you have to worry about intimidating her.”

“I wasn’t talking about me intimidating her,” he admitted bashfully.

“Woah, you’re really serious about this, huh?” Luz marveled to which Hunter meekly nodded. “Well, if you want Willow to like you I think a step in the right direction would be to stop kidnapping her friends.”

“Oh really? She really said that?” Hunter deadpanned.

“If I may offer some sage advice from the human realm,” said Luz. “If you wanna be her lover, you gotta get with her friends. That’ll make it last forever, because friendship never ends.”

Hunter looked at her in disbelief.

“Please untie me, my wrists are starting to hurt” She pleased quietly, wincing.

“Ugh, fine,” Hunter begrudgingly bent down to undo his knots. “But this isn’t because of Willow, this is totally unrelatedly I just have... somewhere else to be.”

“Hmm I wonder where that could be.”

———

Luz got her answer later that day as she walked by the flyer derby field to walk Willow home after practice. She ran up to greet her friend with a big hug when something in the distance caught her attention.

“Oh Willow,” Luz sang in a low voice. “I think someone’s here to see you.”

Willow turned to see who else but the Golden Guard standing at the edge of the field, looking authoritative as ever but extremely out of place. Willow slung her bag over her shoulder as she walked over to him. He was grateful that as long he wore his mask she couldn’t see his nervous expression and surely seemed totally cool and put together.

“Hey,” she said with a small wave. “Can I help you?”

“A special delivery,” he said, disguising his voice the best he could as he held out a small potted plant to her face, his arm perfectly outstretched to create distance between them.

“Oh, thanks,” said Willow, carefully taking the pot from him, the flower small but a vibrant yellow. “Its so cute; who is it from?”

“Hunter.”

“Hunter?”

“Ya know uh the guy who was here the other day,” stuttered the Golden Guard. “He uh, wanted to congratulate you on your victory.”

“Oh, well that’s very sweet of him,” said Willow, admiring the plant. “Can you tell him thank you for me?”

“Of course ma’am,” the Golden Guard replied with a bow. “It would be my pleasure.”

He stood there for a moment in silence, as thought waiting for something else to happen.

“Was there anything el-.”

“He had a message for you!”

“Oh, okay what is it?”

He took a deep breath before responding. “Hi.”

“Hi?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, well can you tell him ‘hi’ from me too?”

“Affirmative,” he responded with a nod. “Is there uh, anything else you wish to tell him?”

“Well I dunno, is there anything else he wants to hear?”

“He uh... well I can ask him and then get back to you with that information,” said the Golden Guard. “After I touch base. Where uh would be the best place to find you?”

“Oh, well here I guess,” replied Willow. “But isn’t the Golden Guard a little too busy to be acting as a messenger?”

“Oh, uh it’s no trouble really,” he insisted.

“Okay, well l just in case, how about I give you my penstagram info to give to him,” said Willow as she crouched down to get a piece of paper out of her bag. “In case he wants to talk to me himself.”

“I will be sure to pass that on, of course,” he said taking the paper from her with gusto. “I ... just don’t know if he has an account so would it be okay if I-?”

“-tell him we’ve got a game next week,” said Willow with a smile. “If he wants to come, I’d love to see him again.”

“Right! Yes! Of course!” Hunter beamed beneath his mask. “I will tell him that! And also hi! Okay. Well, nice meeting you civilian!”

“Nice meeting you-.” Before Willow could finish her farewell, the Golden Guard had teleported away, worried that if he stayed a moment longer he would ruin his carefully crafted moment.

“Wow, he got you a flower, huh?” noticed Luz as she stood beside her as they watched Hunter run the rest the way, unaware they could still see him.

“Yeah,” sighed Willow as she admired her gift. “Does Hunter not know I can tell he’s the Golden Guard or-?”

“I think his plan is to use the Golden Guard to ask you what you think about Hunter because I wouldn’t tell him.”

“Oh,” said Willow, admiring the Golden flower in her hands and it’s resemblance to its originator. A faint touch of pink graced the tips of her ears as she smiled. “He asked about me?”

#huntlow #winter toh #toh #willow park #hunter toh #hunter wittebane #the owl house

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ticklishbeans4 · 2 years ago

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If you're taking prompt requests, would you be able to write Hunter getting tickled by Gus? Hunter isn't familiar with affection and Gus takes it upon himself to show Hunter good forms of physical contact? Poor guy probably didn't get much affection from anyone while he was with Belos so he needs love and his little brother is more than willing to give him that :)

Don't feel pressure to write this of course, if you don't want to that's absolutely fine <3

Hiiiiii friend! Sorry it took so long! I've been super tired, plus dealing with life stuff. But! Here you are! Hope you enjoy!

This is also my first two prompts for Laughust! Hands and Feathers!

Hunter sat on the couch in Luz’s house, looking at his hands. Camilla had all but forced him to give her his gloves, they were falling apart at the seams and smelled horrible, she promised to hand wash them and sew them back up good as new. But in the meantime… he was left to sit with uncovered hands for the first time in… well he didn’t know how long.

He stared at the myriad of scars on his hands, left there from years of abuse. Not just from Belos even, missions, spars, kitchen accidents. There were a million ways he’d hurt his hands, and each one left him feeling… insecure, at best. He didn’t like how his hands looked, as ragged and worn as his gloves really. He also didn’t like the feeling of them out of the gloves, it was like pins and needles. He tried to wear other gloves around the house, but none felt right. It was… frustrating.

“Hey man!” Gus exclaimed, bouncing next to him on the couch, startling Hunter out of his reverie.

“Oh! Uh… hey Gus. What’s up?” he asked tentatively, subtly trying to hide his hands from view.

“Just wanted to see how you were doing. …Plus I’m super bored. Willow’s in the garden, Luz and Amity went for a “romantic walk” and thus here I am. Poor little Gus-Gus, left to fend for himself!” the younger boy whined dramatically, flopping over Hunter's lap, a hand to his forehead. His theatrics made Hunter giggle a bit, “Oh you poor thing. But I’m afraid I can’t help you much, I’m not really doing anything interesting at the moment.” “That could change though! Come on! Let's have a guy day! You and me! Taking on the human world!” Gus grinned, bouncing back up and looking at Hunter with wide expectant eyes. Hunter looked away, his brief jovial mood souring. “Sorry… I can’t right now. I’m… a bit stuck here. Till Camilla gives me my gloves back.” Gus tilted his head like a curious puppy, “She took your gloves? Why?”

“They were getting gross apparently.” he shrugged, hands hidden under his thighs. “Oh… ya know I don’t think I’ve ever seen your hands.” Oh no. “They’re just… hands.” Please don’t ask. “Can I see them?” Noooooooooo. “I… they’re kinda…” he started, not really sure how to explain without sounding childish

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he said earnestly, shocking Hunter. He was still getting used to this… freedom, so to speak. He didn’t have to do a lot of things nowadays. He didn’t have to go on patrols, he didn’t have to do all the chores, he didn’t have to get up at 4am every morning, he didn’t have to make his own food, heck he didn’t even have to eat all his food if he didn’t want to! It was… so strange, and new and weird. But… he found himself nodding, and lifting his hands up for Gus to see. He looked away though, not wanting to see his friend's reaction.

“Whoa… did… did He, do that?” he asked softly, and Hunter nodded again.

“Sorta… some was him, some was just… normal wear and tear from my job.” he mumbled, hugging himself.

Gus sighed, “I’m sorry you had to live with that.”

Whether THAT was Belos or his old job, was up for debate.

“Yeah… me too.” he sighed.

“...Is it ok if I touch them?”

Hunter thought for a moment, but hesitantly shook his head no. He was… getting used to saying no to people. Sure when it was an underling, or someone he used to see as “lesser” it would be easy. But now… he saw his friends as his equals, so it was certainly harder.

“Ok! That’s fine!” Gus smiled, holding his hands up in front of him. “…Can I hug you though?”

“I… guess?” hugs were still odd to Hunter. His friends were always hugging each other, and they tried to hug him a lot. Mostly Gus, Willow, and Luz, but still. He didn’t mind the hugs. Especially the tight “bear hugs” Willow gave.

Gus’s grin grew and he wrapped his arms around Hunter, hugging him tight. His face nuzzled Hunter’s neck a bit, making the teen squeak involuntarily. Gus pulled back a bit and tilted his head again, “Dude, you ok?” Hunter rubbed his neck, a weird feeling without his gloves. “Y-yeah… when you brushed my neck it just felt… weird.” “Weird?” “Weird.” “Weird… how?” he asked, scooting a little closer.

He shrugged, “I don’t know… tingly? I guess?”

Gus hummed and smiled again, this seemed… mischievous. “Can I do it again?” Hunter narrowed his eyes but nodded, lowering his hand and tilting his head to give Gus better access.

Gus brushed his fingers over Hunter’s neck, fluttering them a bit. This made Hunter squeak again, a few involuntary titters leaving him as his shoulders scrunched up. “Hehehe! W-what the heck is that?!”

Gus laughed as he pulled his hand back, “I can’t believe it! You’re ticklish!”

“I’m… what?” he blinked, “I’ve never heard that word before.” “Ticklish! It means that basically there are some spots on you that are ticklish! Like your neck! Someone pokes you, or does what I just did, and it makes you laugh! Some people like it, some hate it, some people are ticklish, some aren’t. It’s different for everyone.” Gus explained, “My dad used to tickle me all the time, it was a fun bonding thing for us! Plus, Willow and I get into tickle fights a lot, same with Luz!”

“Huh… so is it just necks that are… ticklish?” he asked.

“Nope! There are lots of spots! If you want, we can find out if you’re ticklish in other places! It’ll be fun!” he grinned, practically bouncing on the couch cushion.

Hunter looked at his friend but eventually shrugged, the… ticklish feeling on his neck hadn’t been unpleasant. Besides, it wasn’t like he could be that ticklish in too many places. Surely he’d know about that by now if that was the case.

Gus pumped his fist in the air and raised his hands, forming claws with his fingers. “Alright… let’s see… where to start. How about we go from the top down?”

Hunter shrugged again, “I doubt I’m that ticklish.”

“That’s what they all say.” he chuckled, his fingers lightly scratching behind Hunter's ears.

Hunter immediately jerked forward with a squeal, holding his ears and looking shocked. “EEK! W-what the- How- What- I-” “Whoa! Dude, your ears are crazy ticklish! That’s hilarious!” Gus giggled, moving closer and scratching behind his ears again.

Hunter honest to titan shrieked, his ears wiggling as he tried to keep still this time. “EHEHEHEHEHE! IT-IT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” “Well that’s the point! Oh! Oh! I wanna try something!” Gus then drew a spell circle in the air, a feather appearing in his hand. “Ok, this might tickle more, let me know!” Hunter was still fizzling out giggles when he felt that horrible, soft, bristly, torture device on his ears. “AAAAAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOHOHOHOHOHO! W-WAHAHAHAHAIT! GUHUHUHUS! OH TITAHAHAHAHAN! I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IT! AHAHAHAHA!” Gus snorted, “Dude I just started! How ticklish are you?” “V-VEHEHEHEHERY! STAHAHAHAP! PLEEHEHEHEHEASE!” he shrieked, shooting his hands around his ears as soon as Gus moved the feather away. The Gus in question just giggled at him, “Maybe we should take a breather. LEt you get your bearings.”

“W-whyihihihi dohohoes it tihihickle so muhuhuch?” he asked, still giggling as he tried to rub away the lingering ticklish feeling.

“I don’t really know, it just does.” Gus shrugged, “We can find more of your tickle spots later. We’ve already got ears and neck. So that’s a start!” Hunter nodded, he felt… better honestly. Lighter even! It was… nice to laugh a bit, he hadn’t even thought about his gloves, or how weird his hands looked or felt. “Yeah… I’d like that.”

Gus beamed at him and hugged him. “Heck yeah! Just beware, when the others find out your ticklish, there’ll be no stopping them.” Hunter scoffed and pulled Gus into a noogie, “I can take ‘em!”

The pair laughed, both quite happy at this new discovery, and both excited for the next experiment.

#laughust #lee!hunter #ler!gus #tickles #tickling #tickle #bean answers #toh tickle

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sapphicwhxre · 4 years ago

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ASTERIA'S 2.5K FOLLOWER FIC REC LIST

i read fics just as much as i write them so here are some of my favourites. tysmsm for this milestone, i love you all <3 quick note: i didn't re-tag anyone if i recommended more than one of your works because of the tag limit.

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hermione granger

tuesdays - @stupxfy

probably one of my all time favs for hermione. it's just so well written and adorable and fluffy and yes.

if i could tell her - @hellounicorn

pining, pining, PINING. the way these emotions and hermione's described is just... art. perfection. there's a happy ending and it is so worth the build up.

darling dearest - @dracolvr

fluffy goodness. read to be hopelessly in love with hermione ─ which, let's be real, we all are.

november rain - @pansydaisy

uhm i love this one sm. it's so simple but amazing ─ everyone has their days like this and having hermione to cure them? it's what everyone needs.

i need more - @15-dogs

i sobbed the first time i read this. it'll break your heart but it's so amazingly written that it's worth the sadness. actual gut wrenching / mindblowing writing.

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

the title. need i say more?

honeyed eyes - @minty-malfoy

HEAVEN. being hermione's first kiss as friend? but both of you idiots liking each other? oh my god, sign me up.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

again, the title. read to feel 🥺💙

grey days - @pepperimps01

PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

grenade - @hellounicorn

another one that'll make your heart shatter. but in the best way. these are the fics i live for where the you can't help but feel like it's really happening to you and hermione and god it's so fucking powerful. underrated writing right here in general. and also pansmione is the loml so it hurts in that way.

honeybees - @pansydaisy

fluffy aesthetic heaven.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

two queens in a king sized bed - @shysneeze

domestic christmas morning with hermione and it's angelic.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

one of those blurbs i never imagined i'd read or love so much. not to mention it's spot on and adorable.

pansy parkinson

right and wrong - @starrkidmalfoy

a first kiss and the overdone trope that i will never get sick of, the bitch who's soft only for you. the descriptions in this are perfection and the writing is beautiful <3

messed up - @writseo

toxic, messed up love fics will be the death of me. insane how well you captured it all and i just yes damn fucking props.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

*screams* THE BEST FRIEND BANTER + THE ENDING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ─ I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ THIS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

dating pansy would include - @lotsoffandomimagines

ABSOLUTE POWER COUPLE SHIT and to this day, pansy saying "jealous much?" when being scolded for pda remains iconic.

grey days - @pepperimps01

as i said before: PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

new rules - @silversslytherin

excuse me this is immaculate ─ pansy is the best friend and the second you see that she's also the best s/o, you're done for. perfection.

study "dates" - @turning-dreams-into-chaos

the title is self explanatory and this whole thing is fluffy heaven <3

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

read the title, thank me later.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

traitor - @hufflepuff-writings

a masterpiece where pansy chooses the wrong side in the battle of hogwarts. this ties up so well and the writing is so powerful.

back alley love potions - @a-simple-imagine

this actually hurts but in a beautiful way. watching pansy give draco a love potion is such a fucking concept and this is executed incredibly.

my little bunny - @emmamarie7708

pansy making you do this is so dirty yet she's slightly sweet and i am a sucker for it. god is a woman and her name is pansy fucking parkinson.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

i'll let pansy beat people up for me all day. they put me in madame pomfrey's, feel my girlfriend's wrath.

ginny weasley

blissful - @enyastasia

fluffy ginny goodness. the friends to lovers? the amazing kiss? 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 this fic lives in my heart <3

bubble pop electric - @hunnypot-imagines

this is hotter than a lot of actual smut and the chemistry is so... wow. ginny weasley owns me.

dear ginny - @alyssamalfoy

how does this short ass letter manage to make me feel so much. it's sorcery but i don't even care, it's beautiful.

wildflower - @pansydaisy

will i ever get tired of cheeky i love yous? not when loves like ginny weasley and ayli's so so pretty writing exist.

all i want - @hellounicorn

ouch. fuck you harry :) quite possibly the best ginny fic i have ever read. insanely talented writing, i genuinely feel every touch of emotion you put down and you need to know how amazing that is. keep breaking my heart.

linny hcs - @bluebirdlinginthenest

who doesn't need good linny content in their life?

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

sexy bitch, fuck me up.

willow - @padmeamiala

ginny is the loml. her brothers can cry about it.

bellatrix lestrange

attempting to bake with bellatrix - @carters-coffee

MY FAVOURITE BELLA FIC ─ there's not enough bellatrix fluff out there but this makes up for the lack of. heaven.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

this gives me chills. she knows she's a bad bitch and that's what we love about her.

change of plans - @dumb-sbian

why THE FUCK have i not had a rainy morning with bellatrix? she can sleep and mumble something just like this and i'm still head over heels for her.

being tortured as bellatrix's girlfriend - @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

definitely a concept BUT this makes me feel some type of way and i recommend giving it a minute of your time 😌

bellatrix finding out you're a muggleborn - @carters-coffee

the beauty, the nuance omg. this is art.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

yep jealous bella. trust me, im all yours mommy <3

sex with bellatrix would include - @onegayastronaut

so short but... sign. me. up.

luna lovegood

never leave - @/deactivated

luna smut is hard asf to come by and this is my favourite. it's so luna and the pain over her not knowing, not getting that closure about how you feel until this is an amazing rollercoaster.

she - @hunnypot-imagines

the beauty of falling in love with luna, through this majorly talented writing. ten out of fucking ten. i will not elaborate but there's also majorly good association in this imo.

silver berries and flickering fireflies - @duskgrangers

i love this fic so much. she's so herself and that is why we ✨ simp ✨ and the scene set just sounds so prettyy

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

luna + this title? yes please, ma'am i am simping.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

put me in your pocket luna. im begging you.

dancing in the rain with luna - @/deactivated

only luna would get you a dress to go dancing in the rain and this is the stuff of blissful, fluffy dreams.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

short and cute, do me a favour and read it :)

dating luna lovegood would go like - @glossymalfoy

life is NOT worth it if you don't read these cute little headcanons and imagine dating ravenclaw's baddest bitch.

linny hc - @bluebirdlinginthenest

like i said, who doesn't need good linny content?

cho chang

strawberry kisses - @pansydaisy

the only cho fic i've been able to find and it's SO WORTH IT. the cutest, it flows so well, and i absolutely love it. i need this with cho tbh.

fleur delacour

toutes les etoiles - @coffee--writes

im in love with fleur and this amazing writing. and for the first time since i started high school, my three years of taking french feel good for something.

being best friends with fleur would include - @harrypotter-imaginess

not romantic but actually so sweet pls. i want this friendship in my life so bad.

nymphadora tonks

dating nymphadora tonks would include - @imaginesforgirls

dating her + that warm little feeling of bliss that only HCs can give you

taking care of her after the war - @random-imagines-blog

this kind of hurts in that good ass way and i lovee it. they're simple hcs but i feel for tonks so much and then there's that warm lil feeling when you're the one to put her back together aand now my primary life goal is to help this woman heal.

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harry potter

phosphenes - @minty-malfoy

ok shakespeare, the fuck?? this fic will never not get me right in the heart. the angst, holy fuck. and for once, the reader doesn't hurt harry and let draco walk all over them and it's just done so well. the transition from a toxic relationship to a sweet, loving one PLEASE. it's beautiful.

happy memories - @15-dogs

how does this manage to be so. smutty and fluffy at the same time? this is one of those short ones that has lived in my head, rent-free since i read it. and tbh any fic that includes expecto patronum is guaranteed to be good.

come back to me - @wondernimbus

right from the beginning, it's a mess of emotions both good and bad. that kind of good ass writing that hits you in the heart <3

making out with harry potter would include - @badfvith

read this title. done? now thank me later.

harry prompt - @thoseofgreatambition

harry x a sarcastic swooning bitch is an elite trope idc. short and sweet, i'm marrying this fic.

keep your eyes on the prize - @rowema-ravenclaw

first of all, showing harry up and second, pure fluff (and a little steam) right after. i also love how she writes harry in general because he's totally safe/in love with the relationship but still has that awkward lovable shyness and i just... *sighs*

always - @pansydaisy

uhm i will always love him and always reread this a thousand times so its a fit title + a good read.

late night studying - @lumosandnoxwriting

fuck studying, let his hand stay in my shirt. once again recommending fluffy bliss in the form of a short read that makes me feel things <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

he's so stupid. but he still loves you + this is from our resident perfectly talented writer so its a win.

cuddling after a rough quidditch practice - @badfvith

harry james potter is : b a b y

gryffindor's victory - @rowema-ravenclaw

make me gryffindors fucking cheerleader because HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. AND THE WRITING IS IMMACULATE PLEASE. just read it, you won't regret it.

draco malfoy

silent treatment - @slytherinwh0re

andy's mad talented and this is just... insert a cheesy chefs kiss. unbelievably adorable but so fucking hot and an actually good smut plot (which is rare lmfao). remind me to give draco the silent treatment every time im upset.

rewards - @malfoysstilinski

so hot PLS. hype him up for the match and get your reward, bye. so good.

reading between the lines - @minty-malfoy

i've said this a thousand times but that's what happens when you've got a mad talented mutual BLESSING everyone with beauty like this. butterflies and warm feelings all around when i read this 💓

point of view - @draconisxcaput

its angst for hermione and fluff for you but overall ethereal writing. i am never going to recover from the pure talent that this is.

im not kidding im dying - @malfoysmatrioshka

i hate being sick with a passion but this... this would make it worth it.

hogwarts express - @/deactivated

draco fucking you because he knows harry's watching. the shit of legends and god is it hot.

draco laughing at you because you can't walk after sex - @glossymalfoy

*motions to the title* fluff with this loser 😌

the cheeseburger - @slytherinwh0re

really short read but this is one of those things i just. didn't know i needed. you're missing out and haven't even realised it if you haven't read about introducing him to cheeseburgers. and that ending is so funny/in character to me i fucking love it.

four am - @malfoysstilinski

domestic draco 🥺 but also sad draco 🥺 and then fluffy draco 🥺

hugging him from behind - @pastanest

real short and it'll brighten your day <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

how is it that this is so stupidly adorable. i love it 💘

ron weasley

heather - @hellounicorn

always making me cry with your fics i swearrr. this is a must-read. having someone but them not really being yours is a beautiful trope and this fic absolutely does it wonderful, poetic justice. your angst is addicting.

apple pie - @pregnant-piggy

ABSOLUTE DOMESTIC BLISS I AM IN LOVE. i don't even like kids or baking that much but this made me so soft. the whole cozy, heavenly vibes from this fic yes yes yes.

jealousy - @writeroutoftime

cliché jealousy turns friends to lovers and i am a sucker for it all over again <3

shaking and trembling - @ronsbadidea

if ron doesn't finger fuck me and then make a cheeky comment about it in class later then WHAT IS THE POINT :(

mixed signals - @iamthecabbage

i've always figured ron is this awkward idiot cutie with a crush and yea, this is it.

fred and george weasley

i love you, but you don't - @george-fabian-weasley

fred's a character i really don't read for often but goddamn. it's the saddest, most beautiful mix of rejection and pain and fred desperately caring but not in the way you want him to ─ an angsty masterpiece.

cockwarming george - @roonilwazlibimagines

because of this filthy gem, i one hundred thousand percent believe that he could make me cum without even fucking me and this is just... it's a good fucking read.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

their responses are so wonderfully chaotic and adorable and GOD you're missing out if you haven't read these lil blurbs.

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#harry potter x reader #hermione granger x reader #pansy parkinson x reader #luna lovegood x reader #ginny weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #cho chang x reader #nymphadora tonks x reader #bellatrix lestrange x reader #ron weasley x reader #fleur delacour x reader #harry potter #fic recs #masterlist #smut #fluff #angst

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rosetowersfanfic · 2 years ago

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WIP: Meet the Family

Hunter has been officially adopted by Darius and is going to spend the weekend with the rest of the Deamonne family. wip for a fic about my OCs from my main @xxpurpleshadowsxx

Hunter was fidgeting in his seat. He tried his best to calm his anxiety by staring out the carriage window, to no avail.

“You okay?” Darius asked, looking up from his book. He was sitting opposite the grimwalker, the pair travelling in what Hunter had felt was an unnecessarily purple carriage pulled by an abomination horse.

“I’m fine! I mean, why wouldn’t I be?! I’m just meeting my new family, why would that make me nervous?!” Hunter rambled, drumming his knees and smiling awkwardly.

Darius raised a brow. Hunter sighed and drooped slightly.

“It’s just… what if they don’t like me?”

Darius smiled and ruffled Hunter’s hair. “They’ll like you just fine. Last time I called Mamá she was gushing about all the presents she and Mom bought you. I imagine my brothers have as well.”

Hunter’s brow furrowed. “What do I have to do to earn the gifts?”

Darius held back a depressed sigh. “Hunter, you’re the first grandchild. My mothers have been waiting years for this. Your only job this weekend is to let yourself be spoiled.”

“But what if I mess up?! What if I forget someone’s name?! And why do you have eight brothers?! That’s so many to remember!”

“My mothers wanted a big family. Nine kids was a bit excessive but I can’t really do anything about that,” Darius chuckled. “In any case, no one will mind if you get mixed up.”

Hunter wanted to say more but could see they were approaching a high wall covered in ivy. Oh Titan, they had arrived. Hunter struggled to control his breathing.

“Little Prince, it’s going to be okay, I promise. They already adore you.”

Hunter nodded, trying to remember Gus’ breathing exercise. In for 4, hold, out for 4.

It would be okay, he was okay.

He barely heard the iron gates swing open as the carriage approached, though he did note as they rode past that they were controlled by the ivy decorating the walls of the estate.

Looking out the window seemed to finally be working, no longer looking at a forest, the land here meticulously well kept yet sprawling and wild with fascinating flora; beautiful flower beds full of yellow and purple blooms, trees and hedges twisted and shaped by magic into incredible structures. Willow would love this place.

As the carriage came to a stop he finally calmed down, though he still felt slightly ill with anxiety. At least he didn’t feel faint anymore.

“There you go. Do you need a minute before we get out? Do you need anything to eat, you look a bit pale?”

Hunter swallowed. “I just need a second, thanks.”

He took another look out the window. They had stopped at the mansion, right at the centre of the estate. The building stood there as if the surrounding nature had embraced it, that the flora flowed within it as much as around it as plants hung and grew out of the open windows, and more ivy and yellow flowers grew up and around the ancient looking walls.

“I think I’m okay now.”

#the owl house #darius deamonne #the deamonne family #fanfiction #hunter deamonne

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bringbackthebastard · 3 years ago

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Bring Back the Bastard Daily Prompts

Hello, folks! I'm posting these two weeks before we begin our fest, on September 1st, to give folks some inspiration on what to write each day as we celebrate Severus Snape's pettiest, most dastardly moments. I specifically picked out moments Snaters always harp on, that Snapedom personally enjoys--from any moment with Trevor to bitching at Lupin at Sirius, to the moments that Lily turns away and Dumbledore's face flashes with disgust--sure, he's a bastard, but he's our bastard, and that's what we like about him. You don't want him? Good. We'll keep him. Here are 30 scene prompts for 30 days--it's a long list, pulled chronologically from all seven books, but I found that it reminded me of everything I love about this character. The moments where he's called deranged, the moments where he slips into all-caps, the ugliest moments of the soul. Hope yall enjoy. Excited to kick off the fest starting September 1st, and absolutely excited to see what Snapedom will do. Let's Bring Back the Bastard! The prompts are below the readmore.

Day 1: The Scar Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacheer with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. It happened very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrell's turban straight into Harry's eyes--and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harry's forehead. "Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand to his head. "What is it?" asked Percy. "N-nothing." The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off was the feeling Harry had gotten from the teacher's look--a felling that he didn't like Harry at all. "Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" he asked Percy. "Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous, that's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to--everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape."

Day 2: Bad Impressions Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harry's name. "Ah, yes," he said softly. "Harry Potter. Our new--celebrity."

Day 3: Potions Class "Potter!" said Snape suddenly "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of what? Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione's hand shot into the air. "I don't know, sir," said Harry. Snape's lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut--fame clearly isn't everything."

Day 4: A Horrible Sight Snape and Filch were inside, alone. Snape was holding his robes above his knees. One of his legs was bloody and mangled. Filch was handing Snape bandages. "Blasted thing," Snape was saying. "How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?" Harry tried to shut the door quietly, but-- "POTTER!" Snape's face was twisted with fury as he dropped his robes quickly to hide his leg. Harry gulped. "I just wondered if I could have my book back." "GET OUT! OUT!"

Day 5: Maybe He's Ill "Hang on..." Harry muttered to Ron. "There's an empty chair at the staff table...Where's Snape?" Professor Severus Snape was Harry's least favorite teacher. Harry also happened to be Snape's least favorite student. Cruel, sarcastic, and disliked by everybody except the students from his own House (Slytherin), Snape taught Potions. "Maybe he's ill!" said Ron hopefully. "Maybe he's left," said Harry, "because he missed out on the Defense Against the Dark Arts job again!" "Or he might have been sacked!" said Ron enthusiastically. "I mean, everyone hates him--" "Or maybe," said a very cold voice right behind them, "he's waiting to hear why you two didn't arrive on the school train."

Day 6: Slytherin Takes the Field "But I booked the field!" said Wood, positively spitting with rage. "But I booked it!" "Ah," said Flint. "But I've got a specially signed note here from Professor Snape. 'I, Professor S. Snape, give the Slytherin team permission to practice today on the Quidditch field owing to the need to train their new Seeker.'"

Day 7: No Quidditch For You! "I suggest, Headmaster, that Potter is not being entirely truthful," he said. "It might be a good idea if he were deprived of certain privileges until he is ready to tell us the whole story. I personally feel he should be taken off the Gryffindor Quidditch team until he is ready to be honest." "Really, Severus," said Professor McGonagall sharply, "I see no reason to stop the boy playing Quidditch. This cat wasn't hit over the head with a broomstick. There is no evidence at all that Potter has done anything wrong." Dumbledore was giving Harry a searching look. His twinkling light-blue gaze made Harry feel as though he were being X-rayed. "Innocent until proven guilty, Severus," he said firmly. Snape looked furious.

Day 8: Expelliarmus! "Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape," said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. "He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don't want any of you youngsters to worry--you'll still have your Potions master when I'm through with him, never fear!" "Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off?" Ron muttered in Harry's ear. Snape's upper lip was curling. Harry wondered why Lockhart was still smiling; if Snape had been looking at *him* like that he'd have been running as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them. "As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position," Lockhart told the silent crowd. "On the count of three, we will cast our fist spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course." "I wouldn't bet on that," Harry murmured, watching Snape baring his teeth. "One--two--three--" Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed them at their opponent; Snape cried: "Expelliarmus!" There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet. He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor.

Day 9: Only Bite Him A Little Bit, Please "Don't move, Potter," said Snape lazily, clearly enjoying the sight of Harry standing motionless, eye to eye with the angry snake. "I'll get rid of it..."

Day 10: Poisoning Trevor The end of the lesson in sight, Snape strode over to Neville, who was cowering by his cauldron. "Everyone gather 'round," said Snape, his black eyes glittering, "and watch what happens to Longbottom's toad. If he has managed to produce a Shrinking Solution, it will shrink to a tadpole. If, as I don't doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned." The Gryffindors watched fearfully. The Slytherins looked excited. Snape picked up Trevor the toad in his left hand and dipped a small spoon into Neville's potion, which was now green. He trickled a few drops down Trevor's throat. There was a moment of hushed silence, in which Trevor gulped; then there was a small op, and Trevor the tadpole was wriggling in Snape's palm. The Gryffindors burst into applause. Snape, looking sour, pulled a small bottle from the pocket of his robe, poured a few drops on top of Trevor, and he reappeared suddenly, fully grown. "Five points from Gryffindor," said Snape, which wiped smiles from every face. "I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. Class dismissed."

Day 11: Insufferable Know-It-All Everyone sat in motionless silence; everyone except Hermione, whose hand, as it so often did, had shot straight into the air. "Anyone?" Snape said, ignoring Hermione. His twisted smile was back. "Are you telling me that Professor Lupin hasn't even taught you the basic distinction between--" "We told you," said Parvati suddenly, "we haven't got as far as werewolves yet, we're still on--" "Silence!" snarled Snape. "Well, well, well, I never thought I'd meet a third-year class who wouldn't even recognize a werewolf when they saw one. I shall make a point of informing Professor Dumbledore how very behind you all are..." "Please, sir," said Hermione, whose hand was still in the air, "the werewolf differs from the true wolf in several small ways. The snout of the werewolf--" "That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger," said Snape coolly. "Fire more points from Gryffindor for being an insufferable know-it-all."

Day 12: Your Saintly Father "I would hate for you to run away with a false idea of your father, Potter," he said, a terrible grin twisting his face. "Have you been imagining some act of glorious heroism? Then let me correct you--your saintly father and his friends played a highly amusing joke on me that would have resulted in my death if your father hadn't gotten cold feet at the last moment. There was nothing brave about what he did. He was saving his own skin as much as mine. Had their joke succeeded, he would have been expelled from Hogwarts." Snape's uneven, yellowish teeth were bared.

Day 13: Don't Talk About What You Don't Understand "KEEP QUIET, YOU STUPID GIRL!" Snape shouted, looking suddenly quite deranged. "DON'T TALK ABOUT WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!" A few sparks shot out of the end o his wand, which was still pointed at Black's face. Hermione fell silent. "Vengeance is very sweet," Snape breathed at Black. "How I hoped I would be the one to catch you..." "The joke's on you again, Severus," Black snarled. "As long as this boy brings his rat up to the castle" --he jerked his head at Ron-- "I'll come quietly...." "Up to the castle?" said Snape silkily. "I don't think we need to go that far. All I have to do is call the dementors once we get out of the Willow. They'll be very pleased to see you, Black...pleased enough to give you a little Kiss, I daresay...."

Day 14: A Great Disappointment "He must have Disapparated, Severus. We should have let somebody in the room with him. When this gets out--" "HE DIDN'T DISAPPARATE!" Snape roared, now very close at hand. "YOU CAN'T APPARATE *OR* DISAPPARATE INSIDE THIS CASTLE! THIS--HAS--SOMETHING--TO--DO--WITH--POTTER!" "Severus--be reasonable--Harry has been locked up--" BAM. The door of the hospital wing burst open. Fudge, Snape, and Dumbledore came striding into the ward. Dumbledore alone looked calm. Indeed, he looked as though he was quite enjoying himself. Fudge appeared angry. But Snape was beside himself. "OUT WITH IT, POTTER!" he bellowed. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" "Professor Snape!" shrieked Madam Pomfrey. "Control yourself!" "See here, Snape, be reasonable," said Fudge. "This door's been locked, we just saw--" "THEY HELPED HIM ESCAPE, I KNOW IT!" Snape howled, pointing at Harry and Hermione. His face was twisted; spit was flying from his mouth. "Calm down, man!" Fudge barked. "You're talking nonsense!" "YOU DON'T KNOW POTTER!" shrieked Snape. "HE DID IT, I KNOW HE DID IT--" "That will do, Severus," said Dumbledore quietly. "Think about what you are saying. This door has been locked since I left the war ten minutes ago. Madam Pomfrey, have these students left their beds?" "Of course not!" said Madam Pomfrey, bristling. "I would have heard them!" "Well, there you have it, Severus," said Dumbledore calmly. "Unless you are suggesting that Harry and Hermione are able to be in two places at once, I'm afraid I don't see any point in troubling them further." Snape stood there, seething, staring from Fudge, who looked thoroughly shocked at his behavior, to Dumbledore, whose eyes were twinkling behind his glasses. Snape whirled about, robes swishing behind him, and stormed out of the ward. "Fellow seems quite unbalanced," said Fudge, staring after him. "I'd watch out for him if I were you, Dumbledore." "Oh, he's not unbalanced," said Dumbledore quietly. "He's just suffered a severe disappointment."

Day 15: Haven't You Heard? "Blimey, haven' yeh heard?" said Hagrid, his smile fading a little. He lowered his voice, even though there was nobody in sight. "Er--Snape told all the Slytherins this mornin'....Thought everyone'd know by now...Professor Lupin's a werewolf, see. An' he was loose on the grounds las' night...He's packin' now, o' course."

Day 16: I See No Difference "And what is all this noise about?" said a soft, deadly voice. Snape had arrived. The Slytherins clamored to give their explanations; Snape pointed a long yellow finger at Malfoy and said, "Explain." "Potter attacked me, sir--" "We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry shouted. "--and he hit Goyle--look--" Snape examined Goyle, whose face now resembled something that would have been at home in a book on poisonous fungi. "Hospital wing, Goyle," Snape said calmly. "Malfoy got Hermione!" Ron said. "Look!" He forced Hermione to show Snape her teeth--she was doing her best to hide them with her hands, though this was difficult as they had now grown down past her collar. Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls were doubled up with silent giggles, pointing at Hermione from behind Snape's back. Snape looked coldly at Hermione, then said, "I see no difference."

Day 17: The Dark Mark Snape strode forward, past Dumbledore, pulling up the left sleeve of his robes as he went. He struck out his forearm and showed it to Fudge, who recoiled. "There," said Snape harshly. "There. The Dark Mark. It is not as clear as it was an hour or so ago, when it burned black, but you can still see it. Every Death Eater had the sign burned into him by the Dark Lord. It was a means of distinguishing one another, and his means of summoning us to him. When he touched the Mark of any Death Eater, we were to Disapparate, and Apparate, instantly, at his side. This Mark has been growing clearer all year. Karkaroff's too. Why do you think Karkaroff fled tonight? We both felt the Mark burn. We both knew he had returned. Karkaroff fears the Dark Lord's vengeance. He betrayed too many of his fellow Death Eater to be sure of a welcome back into the fold."

Day 18: If You Are Ready...If You Are Prepared... "Severus," said Dumbledore, turning to Snape, "you know what I must ask you to do. If you are ready...if you are prepared..." "I am," said Snape. He looked slightly paler than usual, and his cold, black eyes glittered strangely. "Then good luck," said Dumbledore, and he watched, with a trace of apprehension on his face, as Snape swept wordlessly after Sirius.

Day 19: Obviously "Now...how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts?" she asked, her quill poised over her clipboard. "Fourteen years," Snape replied. His expression was unfathomable. His eyes on Snape, Harry added a few drops to his potion; it hissed menacingly and turned from turquoise to orange. "You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, I believe?" Professor Umbridge asked Snape. "Yes," said Snape quietly. "But you were unsuccessful?" Snape's lip curled. "Obviously." Professor Umbridge scribbled on her clipboard. "And you have applied regularly for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post since you first joined the school, I believe?" "Yes," said Snape quietly, barely moving his lips. He looked very angry. "Do you have any idea why Dumbledore has consistently refused to appoint you?" asked Umbridge. "I suggest you ask him," said Snape jerkily. "Oh I shall," said Professor Umbridge with a sweet smile. "I suppose this is relevant?" Snape asked, his black eyes narrowed. "Oh yes," said Professor Umbridge. "Yes, the Ministry wants a thorough understanding of teachers'--er--backgrounds...." She turned away, walked over to Pansy Parkinson, and began questioning her about the lessons. Snape looked around at Harry and their eyes met for a second. Harry hastily dropped his gaze to his potion, which was now congealing foully and giving off a strong smell of burned rubber. "No marks again, then, Potter," said Snape maliciously, emptying Harry's cauldron with a wave of his wand. "You will write me an essay on the correct composition of this potion, indicating how and why you went wrong, to be handed in next lesson, do you understand?"

Day 20: Very Like His Father "How touching," Snape sneered. "But surely you have noticed that Potter is very like his father?" Yes, I have," said Sirius proudly. "Well then, you'll know he's so arrogant that criticism simply bounces off him," Snape said sleekly. Sirius pushed his chair roughly aside and strode around the table toward Snape, pulling out his wand as he went; Snape whipped out his own. They were squaring up to each other, Sirius looking livid, Snape calculating, his eyes darting from Sirius' wand-tip to his face. "Sirius!" said Harry loudly, but Sirius appeared not to hear him. "I've warned you, Snivellus," said Sirius, his face barely a foot from Snape's, "I don't care if Dumbledore thinks you've reformed, I know better." "Oh, but why don't you tell him so?" whispered Snape. "Or are you afraid he might not take the advice of a man who has been hiding inside his mother's house for six months very seriously?" "Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days? I expect he's delighted his lapdog's working at Hogwarts, isn't he?" "Speaking of dogs," said Snape softly, "did you know that Lucius Malfoy recognized you last time you risked a little jaunt outside? Clever idea, Black, getting yourself seen on a safe station platform...gave you a cast-iron excuse not to leave your hidey-hole in future, didn't it?" Sirius raised his wand. "NO!" Harry yelled, vaulting over the table and trying to get in between them, "Sirius, don't--" "Are you calling me a coward?" roared Sirius, trying to push Harry out of the way, but Harry would not budge. "Why, yes, I suppose I am," said Snape.

Day 21: Wormtail's Whine "We...we are alone, aren't we?" Narcissa asked quietly. "Yes, of course. Well, Wormtail's here, but we're not counting vermin, are we?" He pointed his wand at the wall of books behind him and with a bang, a hidden door flew open, revealing a narrow staircase upon which a small man stood frozen. "As you have clearly realized, Wormtail, we have guests," said Snape lazily. The man crept, hunchbacked, down the last few steps and moved into the room. He had small, watery eyes, a pointed nose, and wore an unpleasant simper. His left hand was caressing his right, which looked as though it was encased in a bright silver glove. "Narcissa!" he said, in a squeaky voice. "And Bellatrix! How charming--" "Wormtail will get us drinks, if you'd like them," said Snape. "And then he will return to his bedroom." Wormtail winced as though Snape had thrown something at him. "I am not your servant!" he squeaked, avoiding Snape's eyes. "Really? I was under the impression that the Dark Lord placed you here to assist me." "To assist, yes--but not to make you drinks and--clean your house!" "I had no idea, Wormtail, that you were craving more dangerous assignments," said Snape silkily. "This can be easily arranged: I shall speak to the Dark Lord--" "I can speak to him if I want to!" "Of course you can," said Snape, sneering. "But in the meantime, bring us drinks. Some of the elf-made wine will do."

Day 22: A Loving Caress Snape set off around the edge of the room, speaking now in a lower voice; the class craned their necks to keep him in view. "The Dark Arts," said Snape, "are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is severed, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible." Harry stared at Snape. It was surely one thing to respect the Dark Arts as a dangerous enemy, another to speak of them, as Snape was doing, with a loving caress in his voice? "Your defenses," said Snape, a little louder, "must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the arts you seek to undo. These pictures" --he indicated a few of them as he swept past-- "give a fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse" --he waved a hand toward a witch who was clearly shrieking in agony-- "feel the Dementor's Kiss" --a wizard lying huddled and blank-eyed, slumped against a wall-- "or provoke the aggression of the Inferius" --a bloody mass upon the ground.

Day 23: Better People "What does it matter?" said Malfoy. "Defense Against the Dark Arts--it's all just a joke, isn't it, an act? Like an of us need protecting against the Dark Arts--" "It is an act that is crucial to success, Draco!" said Snape. "Where do you think I would have been all these years, if I had not known how to act? Now listen to me! You are being incautious, wandering around at night, getting yourself caught, and if you are placing your reliance in assistants like Crabbe and Goyle--" "They're not the only ones, I've got other people on my side, better people!" "Then why not confide in me, and I can--" "I know what you're up to! You want to steal my glory!" There was another pause, then Snape said coldly, "You are speaking like a child. I quite understand that your father's capture and imprisonment has upset you, but--"

Day 24: Revulsion and Hatred Etched on His Face "Severus..." The sound frightened Harry beyond anything he had experienced all evening. For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading. Snape said nothing, but walked forward and pushed Malfoy roughly out of the way. The three Death Eaters fell back without a word. Even the werewolf seemed cowed. Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face. "Severus...please..." Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore. "Avada Kedavra!"

Day 25: Don't Call Me Coward Mustering all his powers of concentration, Harry thought, Levi-- "No, Potter!" screamed Snape. There was a loud BANG and Harry was soaring backward, hitting the ground hard again, and this time his wand flew out of his hand. He could hear Hagrid yelling and Fang howling as Snape closed in and looked down on him where he lay, wandless and defenseless as Dumbledore had been. Snape's pale face, illuminated by the flaming cabin, was suffused with hatred just as it had been before he had cursed Dumbledore. "You dare use my own spells against me, Potter? It was I who invented them--I, the Half-Blood Prince! And you'd turn my inventions on me, like your filthy father, woudl you? I don't think so...no!" Harry had dived for his wand; Snape shot a hex at it and it flew feet away into the darkness and out of sight. "Kill me then," panted Harry, who felt no fear at all, but only rage and contempt. "Kill me like you killed him, you coward--" "DON'T--" screamed Snape, and his face was suddenly deranged, inhuman, as though he was in as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the burning house behind them-- "CALL ME COWARD!"

Day 26: The Guest Voldemort raised Lucius Malfoy's wand, pointed it directly at the slowing revolving figure suspended over the table, and gave it a tiny flick. The figure came to life with a groan and began to struggle against invisible bonds. "Do you recognize our guest, Severus?" asked Voldemort. Snape raised his eyes to the upside-down face. All of the Death Eaters were looking up at the captive now, as thought they had been given permission to show curiosity. As she revolved to face the firelight, the woman said in a cracked and terrified voice, "Severus! Help me!" "Ah, yes," said Snape as the prisoner turned slowly away again.

Day 27: I Regret It "All this long night, when I am on the brink of victory, I have sat here," said Voldemort, his voice barely louder than a whisper, "wondering, wondering why the Elder Wand refuses to be what it ought to be, refuses to perform as legend says it must perform for its rightful owner...and I think I have the answer." Snape did not speak. "Perhaps you already know it? You are a clever man, after all, Severus. You have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret what must happen." "My Lord--" "The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. While you live, Severus, the Elder Wand cannot be truly mine." "My Lord!" Snape protested, raising his wand. "It cannot be any other way," said Voldemort. "I must master the wand, Severus. Master the wand, and I master Potter at last." And Voldemort swiped the air with the Elder Wand. It did nothing to Snape, who for a split second seemed to think he had been reprieved: But then Voldemort's intention became clear. The snake's cage was rolling through the air, and before Snape could do anything more than yell, it had encased him, head and shoulders, and Voldemort spoke in Parseltongue. "Kill." There was a terrible scream. Harry saw Snape's face losing the little color it had left; it whitened as his black eyes widened, as the snake's fangs pierced his neck, as he failed to push the enchanted cage off himself, as his knees gave way and he fell to the floor. "I regret it," said Voldemort coldly.

Day 28: You Hurt Her! "Tuney!" said Lily, surprise and welcome in her voice, but Snape had jumped to his feet. "Who's spying now?" he shouted. "What d'you want?" Petunia was breathless, alarmed at being caught. Harry could see her struggling for something hurtful to say. "What is that you're wearing, anyway?" she said, pointing at Snape's chest. "Your mum's blouse?" There was a *crack*. A branch over Petunia's head had fallen. Lily screamed: The branch caught Petunia on the shoulder, and she staggered backward and burst into tears. "Tuney!" But Petunia was running away. Lily rounded on Snape. "Did you make it happen?" "No." He looked both defiant and scared. "You did!" She was backing away from him. "You *did*! You hurt her!" "No--no I didn't!" But the lie did not convince Lily: After one last burning look, she ran from the little thicket, off after her sister, and Snape looked miserable and confused....

Day 29: Save Your Breath "I'm sorry." "I'm not interested." "I'm sorry!" "Save your breath." It was nighttime. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. "I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here." "I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just--" "Slipped out?" There was no pity in Lily's voice. "It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends--you see, you don't even deny it! You don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?" He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking. "I can't pretend anymore. You've chosen your way, I've chosen mine." "No--listen, I didn't mean--" "--to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I any different?" He struggled on the verge of speech, but with a contemptuous look she turned and climbed back through the portrait hole....

Day 30: Anything "If she means so much to you," said Dumbledore, "surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for the mother, in exchange for the son?" "I have--I have asked him--" "You disgust me," said Dumbledore, and Harry had never heard so much contempt in his voice. Snape seemed to drink a little. "You do not care, then, about the deaths of her husband and child? They can die, as long as you have what you want?" Snape said nothing, but merely looked up at Dumbledore. "Hide them all, then," he croaked. "Keep her--them--safe. Please." "And what will you give me in return, Severus?" "In--in return?" Snape gaped at Dumbledore, and Harry expected him to protest, but after a long moment he said, "Anything."

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Baby you | Tom Felton x Reader

Pairing: Tom Felton x Reader

Words: 1,637

Warning: none. just fluff

Author’s note: Sorry for the long wait, I was on a hiatus. I had to figure out a few things in my life and focus on my mental health.

Hospitals have always been one of my least favorite places on the planet. When a family member or acquaintance had a kid, I didn't even want to go there. I felt sick to my stomach from the scent of antiseptics and the notion that someone could be dying in one of the rooms, so I tried to stay away from the building as much as possible. But right now, I'm sitting in the waiting room, staring at half-white, half-sage green walls, trying to take in as little air as possible to avoid the stench of antiseptics and my excessively protective boyfriend freaking out next to me.

"How many times do I have to tell you that you need to be more cautious?" Tom sighs and fidgets with his watch on his wrist, checking the time every second and blaming the ER nurses and physicians for their slow job. "We've been here for more than a half-hour and no one has bothered to inquire as to what we're waiting for.”

"Tom, I have a sprained ankle, but I'm not going to die. Calm down, just because you're impatient doesn't mean they can work faster," I say as I roll my eyes and gaze around the waiting area, attempting to figure out why people are there. He groans and gets up to find a nurse or a doctor who can finally check on my leg. I take a big breath and rub my temples. Deep down, I'm glad he went to see a doctor because my ankle has swollen and become more painful than it was when we arrived. I would never have given him the satisfaction of being correct about me pushing my limits too hard and refusing to accept when my body attempts to tell me to stop or not do anything, putting me in situations like the one I'm in now. When I tried the online yoga session, it was meant to be a simple assignment, and I carefully followed every instruction, but my body was still fatigued and stiff from the hiking the day before. And, of course, my obstinate arse refused to listen to Tom when he advised me to take a break and try the class again a few days later.

He sits down next to me and takes my hand in his, massaging the back of it with his thumb. "Alright, a nurse will be with us shortly," he says. Without saying anything, I kiss his shoulder and express my gratitude for his kindness and affection. "You don't have to hide it; I can tell how much pain you're in right now just by looking at the size and colour of your ankle, dear."

I roll my eyes and lie my head on his shoulders, smelling his wonderful aroma and listening to his slow breathing. I attempt to ignore the puzzled looks of onlookers and patients who recognise him and are undoubtedly trying to figure out why he's there and with whom. We never told the gossip-hungry social media users and the deceitful newspapers about our relationship. Only those who were close to us knew about us, and we want it that way.

"Miss Y/L/N, please come with me," a middle-aged nurse says, smiling gently and directing us to the examination room, where a doctor is already waiting for us. Tom assists me in standing and sitting up in bed, and then graciously moves away to give the nurse and doctor more room.

"What appears to be a problem, Miss Y/L/N?" He gets up from his desk and walks over to me, where he sits on a little stool and gently touches my ankle, causing me to groan in pain.

"She felt it would be a good idea to try an online yoga class with no prior experience in either an online class or yoga," Tom says, looking at me and then at the doctor.

"On my own, I can tell him what's wrong." I give my lover a mischievous scowl before returning my gaze to the doctor, who is attempting to examine my ankle without further injuring it. "But in a nutshell, that's what happened, huh”

"All right, let me see that ankle," he jokes, and a two-hour treatment begins, including a trip to another hospital level to have it x-rayed.

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"Careful" Tom assists me out of the car and supports me by placing my arm around his shoulder as we walk to the house. "You know what the nice thing in this?" I asked, holding a gorgeous pink plaster on my ankle up to the middle of my shin and a small bottle of pills in case "You know what the good thing in this?”

"No, but knowing you, you'll tell me in less than a minute," I say softly as I take a seat on the living room couch, my leg propped up next to me to relax.

"I can baby you, and you won't be able to stop me," he grins as he walks to the backyard to allow Willow in and feed her. She dashes inside, but Tom stops her and kneels to cup her cheek. "Willow, listen to me, mommy's ankle is injured, so you must be gentle around her," he says. "Please don't jump on mama or lay on her legs." He kisses Willow on the head and walks away. I chuckle from the living room, knowing well well that no one can stop Willow from sleeping on my leg.

———

"Tom?" you might ask. An hour later, I dial his number. After the painkiller knocked me out, I got a great nap, and when I awoke, Willow was sleeping on top of me, breathing noisily in my neck. I hear loud and rapid footsteps, so I suppose my partner is running down from our room or his study to the living area.

"Are you all right? Is there anything else you require? Do you have any discomfort?" I giggle quietly as he looks at me with a worried expression on his face.

"I'm alright, but could you just get me a bottle of water?" I give him a friendly grin and gently massage the area behind Willow's ear. I smile at her as she groans a bit in her sleep.

Tom goes in and brings me my water before sitting down next to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his body, and kissing my cheek softly.

"How are you doing?" he inquires.

"Much better," I say softly as I put my head on his shoulder, my eyes resting a bit. "Now that you're with me, sweetheart," I say softly as I kiss his lips and lean my head on his shoulder, resting my eyes a little.

"I've been thinking about us," she says. "We've been dating for a while, and if I'm being honest, you're the only person in my life who gives meaning to everything," Tom says, taking a deep breath. "Y/N, you're the light in my days, and I'm tired of always having to go over to your place, or waiting for you until you're off work and can come over.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to figure out if the butterflies and peculiar feeling in my stomach are due to the love and happiness this man has given me for almost two years, or to my concern about his intentions about this brief speech. I raise my eyes to him and admire his features.

"Y/N, would you like to move in with me and Willow?" he asks, sighing and looking down at me with genuine love in his ocean blue eyes. I give him a big smile and kiss his jaw. When my buddy put me up on a blind date with him two years ago, I was convinced he'd find someone else shortly. But no, this man has always been at my side, giving me his undivided attention, sharing his dreams and anxieties with me, and becoming not only my lover, but also my best friend. I knew I didn't want to be with anybody else the moment he revealed me his soul.

"I'd love to, babe," I say as I stroke his thigh and advance a little to lightly kiss his lips. He pulls me closer to him and places his palm on my cheek, stroking my skin with his thumb as he smiles against my lips and intensifies our kiss. I make a slight movement, and he instantly pulls away from me, frowning at my leg.

"No, no, no sexy time till your leg is better," he says, shaking his head and kissing the bridge of my nose. "Do you need extra pillow under your leg?" he asks. Or do you want me to take Willow off your lap?"

"No, I want you to kiss me again," I say as I grip his chin and turn his face back to me.

"Okay, so, I brought additional pillows to our bed, so you may put your leg on them at night," he pecks my lips a few times before pulling away, prompting me to grunt in irritation. “My mom will be here shortly with soup and cookies, as she is concerned about your health. In addition, I composed a song about our hospital visit and-“

"Tom, I love you, but you talk too much sometimes" I chuckle and look at him. "You know, you could use your lips for something other than talking" Tom grins and leans in closer to my lips. "Oh, really?" he asks, softly touching his lips to mine. "I can think of a few things you don't need your leg for" he kisses the corner of my lips and pulls me onto his lap.

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