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jonathanbyersphd · 2 years ago

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Jancy Academic Rivals AU thoughts

Based on this post. I have spent all day thinking about it and here's what I have so far

1996 Maine

Robin is Nancy’s roommate

Argyle is Jonathan’s roommate (I personally love the idea that Argyle is secretly rich)

Steve is also Jonathan & Argyle's roommate but he's never home so Jonathan goes like 3 weeks before ever seeing him in their dorm

Nancy’s best subjects are Chemistry, English, and Polisci-Debate

Jonathan’s best subjects are English, Polisci-Debate, Art, and Latin

Jonathan is from Hawkins and was friendish with Nancy but moved to Montauk, NY when he was like 7 so Nancy doesn’t remember him

He remembers her bc of course he does

Nancy is class president because she’s top of the class and is in charge of touring students around campus

Nancy begged her parents to send her here at the age of like 13 and she’s been there since

Jonathan is just now transferring in as a junior and a scholarship student

Jonathan applied because he wants to go to The National School of Photography in France or the Rhode Island School of Design

While touring Jonathan Nancy makes an off comment about how that’s essentially a waste of an education and how she went to Paris over the summer

Jonathan is understandably annoyed because his assumptions that everyone at the school is going to be nothing but spoiled, pompous rich kids are proving true

He’s also annoyed she does not remember him at all (but never brings up that they sort of know each other bc awkward)

So he asks in a snippy way what she plans to do and she tells him she's going to go to Oxford to study Journalism and he asks how that’s any better

They are very much giving pretentious and just another suburban girl in their initial introductions

Jonathan resolves to attempt to ignore her as much as possible which is very difficult because he has a crush (He may think she's ambitious and overly competitive but she's also gorgeous and wasn't mean about him being a scholarship student)

Anyways one night while looking for somewhere to smoke Jonathan & Argyle find Nancy, Robin, and Steve breaking into the school pool for a late-night swim/hang out (Picture s1 pool scene minus the murder and st*ncy scene)

And naturally, our intrepid little art hoe takes photos

Nancy finds out and gets even madder at him because if anyone else found out she’d be in trouble and it could ruin her reputation

THEN as though all of that wasn’t enough Jonathan corrects Nancy’s Math error in class and she gets pissed

Because she’s right she's always right (except this time)

And Jonathan teasingly offers to tutor her if she needs it

Thus academic rivalry is born

Nancy is pissed because Jonathan’s Advanced Latin class counts as more credit. Jonathan is pissed because Nancy is so much better at Chemistry.

Nancy tries to transfer into Latin for the extra credit, and Jonathan tries to transfer out of Chemistry because he's better at Earth Sciences (Jonathan isn't successful and Nancy does transfer in but she's completely lost)

It gets to the point where the whole school knows that these two are just insane and trying to one-up each other

Their polisci-debate class is just the two of them arguing over various issues (not that they necessarily disagree but they both approach issues with different viewpoints i.e. gender v class in s3) while the class watches

And the sexual tension is BAD which Nancy knows and hates because she’s mad enough he can challenge her academically but then he’s also hot??? (Robin is unrelenting until Nancy finally admits to thinking that Jonathan is hot but Nancy insists nothing is going to happen)

Jonathan is lowkey-highkey dying inside from the tension but he’s thriving in teasing Nancy over academics (Argyle thinks he's crazy over this and can't figure out why they won't just do hanky panky)

Argyle and Robin end up bonding and forming the “Jonathan & Nancy just make out already club” which they definitely treat like a skull and crossbones-ish secret society

Steve is also an unwilling member

This leads to Jonathan & Nancy having to hang out more outside of class because of their roommates

This also leads to Nancy buying Jonathan a new lens for his camera ( I don’t think she’d get him a whole new camera) for his birthday (I HC his birthday as October 10th) and he feels guilty because it’s too nice of a gift

So to "pay her back" he makes a mixtape for her (Purely platonic he assures Argyle. Can you believe she doesn't know The Cure?) (He def puts Just Like Heaven & Friday I'm in Love on it though)

And maybe on Halloween Nancy and Jonathan end up at a party in the woods behind the school and maybe he lets her borrow his sweater because she’s cold

And maybe he walks her back to her dorm after this party because she’s been drinking a little (not like blacked out though) and there’s allegedly a bear in the woods (Jonathan might also be high and a little paranoid)

On the walk home, he finally reveals that they went to elementary together.

Plot Twist Nancy did remember him but she was still holding a grudge because he disappeared without saying goodbye

Jonathan then apologizes and makes a big deal about saying goodnight to her

She returns his sweater a couple days later and everyone starts gossiping about why she had it and Nancy retreats after this

But then it all comes to a head when their Polisci-Debate professor (Murray) assigns them to be partners on a research article (because he knows)

One minute they’re whisper-arguing in the library and then Jonathan kisses her

Nancy kisses him back

They are hot and heavy making out in the stacks until the librarian catches them

They have to talk their way out of detention

Then they go up to Nancy's room (because Robin is in Jonathan's with Steve & Argyle) and share a bed

They don’t tell anyone though (again Murray knows) because they don’t want to give them the satisfaction

They continue business as usual then one night over Thanksgiving break Robin, Argyle, and Steve catch them holding hands as they’re walking back from the woods and are like “busted”

Steve owes Robin money

They still continue the academic rivalry part though because Jonathan knows Nancy likes the competition and he’s happy to indulge her

They end up tying for the top of the class at the end of the semester effectively ending Nancy’s streak.

I am attempting to write this as a full fic but I cannot write fanfic to save my life so if someone wants to take this plot bunny be my guest (just tag me when you're done)

#I am attempting to write it but I feel like so far it's not great #we'll see #Somewhere in a cross between Anne of Green Gables Dead Poets Society The Secret History and an indie movie called Strike! is this #Did I change the time setting to the 90s purely based on Vibes and that Jonathan needs Nirvana? Yes Yes I did #Also because I think Nancy deserves to listen to The Cranberries #also because Dark Academia is the mid-90s in my brain I don't make the rules here #Do not ask me where Steve & Robin are from it's not hawkins maybe it's Chicago #In this fic they've had to go to the same boring rich people parties for years and that's why they're besties #Also I feel like they def stumble into a rabbit in the woods which gets Jonathan talking in the first place #And then he opens up about how much he misses his brother and Nancy says she has a brother the same age and Jonathan says I know and reveal #stranger things #jancy #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #academic rivals AU

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bloody-wonder · 4 years ago

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just some thoughts on aftg, aspec rep & acephobia

so last weekend i went to my first pride and it’s strange to think that i wouldn’t be here now, identifying as queer and understanding much more about myself, without aftg. i mean, i guess i would’ve found out about the ace spectrum sooner or later but i don’t think i’d have realized i’m on it if i hadn’t met neil and experienced this story through his pov. which is why in this post i want to address the so-called acephobic scenes in aftg and how they factor into aftg as a book with aspec rep.

the scenes in question are basically some casual comments made by aftg characters about neil’s love life (or rather absence thereof), most notably nicky repeatedly refusing to acknowledge that neil doesn’t “swing”. i don’t want to list them all bc i’ve seen other people do it already, and although these fans are doing the lord’s educational work out there, in all the instances when i’ve seen these posts they seem to imply that aftg is acephobic either for featuring these comments in the first place or for not having the characters who made them explicitly called out by the story. this made me think about why i wouldn’t prefer it any other way.

so the first argument i just want to dismiss out of hand bc it’s kinda childish - having x-phobic statements in a book doesn’t automatically make this book x-phobic. besides, nora is aroace and although people can have internalized phobias of their own identites i don’t think that’s the case here. moving on to the second argument which is “you’re only allowed to have x-phobic comments in your book if the narrative explicitly frames them as wrong, for example by having the characters who made them be punished or learn to do better”. i can see where this one is coming from and yet it still reminds me of a first grader picture book storytelling formula.

when i read aftg for the first time, even without knowing anything about the ace spectrum i still perceived these comments as wrong. during subsequent re-reads, after a bit of research and self-discovery, i undetstood why exactly they seemed wrong to me but i’ve only ever felt good about them being there bc they showcase vividly what it feels like to be subjected to casual acephobia in day-to-day life. and it has never even occured to me that these scenes might be harmful on the meta-level just bc the story doesn’t draw out attention to them and say “kids don’t do this, this is wrong” in a stern voice.

however, i do understant that the purpose of these lines can go over many (most?) readers’ heads or be misconstrued by them - just bc they aren’t in the know about the ace agenda. that’s why i think it’s important to write fandom meta about them. no one can know everything all the time and it’s okay to rely on other more knowledgeable people for additional information. but the question is, should this educational work instead be done by the book itself? is it a moral obligation of authors to put disclaimers before any potentially controversial scene lest some readers think the book normalizes problematic behaviours? does aftg normalize acephobia bc at no point in the story do the foxes learn about asexuality and apologize to neil? i guess you can tell from my tone that i believe the answers are no, no and no. but that’s only bc, for better or for worse, i have faith in human intellect and critical thinking skills.

since i started identifying as aroace, i’ve read several other books with aspec rep. one thing some of them have in common - with each other but not with aftg - is that labels are used on page, typically in conversations where the aspec character has to explain to the others what all of this means using phrases like “oh it’s when you don’t feel sexual attraction to any person of any gender”. and i don’t want to criticize these books or imply in any way that they do aspec rep wrong, to each their own, but i must confess, when i imagine myself from two years ago reading such a book with an ace character who feels more like a wikipedia entry, i just go hmm,, okay ://

by contrast, with neil you don’t know that he’s on the ace spectrum unless you know. neither the characters nor the readers are owed an explanation or a label by him. neil just exists, he lives out his identity, his aceness is in everything he is and does - and you either get it or you don’t. it’s like an inside joke, the kind that would only be spoiled by explaining it.

#neil josten #all for the game #the foxhole court #asexuality #aftg #aftg mine #this is my love letter to neil abram josten in honor of pride month #tl dr does aftg have good aspec rep? hell yes it has The Best #a scene where identity fairy godmother comes to neil and teaches him about the ace spectrum #and spanks the foxes for being little naughty acephobes #doesn't belong in aftg

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quillsareswords · 5 years ago

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Could you do something with Damian and a really cuddly, clingy, touchy-feely reader? I feel like his brothers would be v confused about the whole situation bc Damian's just chillin and always seems neutral to what's happening while reader is just like, koala bear hugging him and stuff all the time.

Firstly. I love this concept with every fiber of my being because, oh good god, it's me. Thank you so much for bringing this to inbox, because I've been lacking on inspiration lately, and this is just what I need right now. Thanks doll!!

Prompt List // Masterlist (in bio)

Tim stops dead in his tracks, cereal bowl nearly slipping from his hand as he halts in the doorway to the huge living room. He pauses, before cautiously asking, "What is this? What am I looking at?"

Damian's arm twitches against your back, the only give away that he's been caught off guard. You seem just as relaxed, sprawled on top of him like you've been there your whole life.

You don't even look at him, eyes still glued to the phone screen shining up at you from the floor, which you're facing with your face pressed against Damian's shoulder. "You've known me for five years and you still haven't learned my name? Rude."

He blinks. "Sure, sure. Right. Because it's absolutely normal for anyone to successfully get within a foot of Damian and not get knocked out."

You snort, but it still isn't enough to pry your attention away from your phone. Damian either, as he reads a book over your shoulder, which is settled under his chin. He must be tired or in a terrifyingly good mood, if he hasn't shoved you off in hopes of hiding emotions from his family. That's what he usually does when he gets caught with you, anyway.

He's been tiptoeing around the subject of you for a solid year and half now. It wasn't exactly easy, seeing as you're also a family friend, what with being a vigilante and all. You're Damian's partner, have been for three years, and you're in the manor often enough that you have your own room, right next to Damian's.

Still, even with no clear answers from either of you, the whole family has suspected a relationship for a long time.

But Damian isn't very touch oriented. In fact, he's been known to go to nearly astonishing lengths to avoid being touched at all.

And now here he is, you laying on top of him, out in the open, absolutely unbothered by Tim catching it.

Tim decides quickly not to risk Damian's mood spoiling while he's around, so he backpedals and heads for his room.

• • •

Jason doesn't come to the manor often, but when he does, there's usually a decently concerning reason for it. This time, he's waiting out a possible kidnapping by one king pin or another. You haven't been paying as much attention as you probably should.

Now, he's trotting down the steps from Bruce's office to fix a suspicious rattling noise his motorcycle has been making for a shameful period of time.

However, he stops beside the super computer, looking a little aghast and far too dramatic for the sight.

Damian side-eyes him, still typing away, but his head doesn't move. It really can't, because you're resting your head on top of it.

You're resting your full weight on the back of the chair, which Jason now realizes isn't the tall backed chair that usual sits there, with your cheek buried in the soft looking bush that is Damian's hair. Your eyes are closed, and your arms and draped over his shoulders, hands laying on his chest.

Jason catches himself staring when Damian's side-eyeing turns into a curious glare. Tentatively, Jason points to you, and raises an eyebrow.

Lowly, Damian somewhat patiently answers, "She's half asleep."

Your eyebrows slant together. "Hmm?"

Jason's expression becomes more confused. "She sleeps standing up?"

"Apparently," Damian mumbles.

Jason, more than a little perturbed but Damian's oddly placid demeanor and your absurd sleeping habits, shuffles the rest if the way to his bike, grabbing the toolbox on his way.

• • •

Dick sitting on the floor, wrapped in a blanket—correction, three blankets, facing the rest of the living room, where Damian sits on one couch, and Duke occupies the other.

"No no, I'm not saying Bella wasn't smokin, I'm just saying that those facial expressions and life decisions were questionable enough to make a guy think twice," Dick tries to reason.

Duke makes a face. "Bro, are you kidding? If a chick stares at you from across a lunch room and you've never spoke to her, you don't even try."

Damian scoffs. Duke raises an eyebrow, and just when he's about to beg for the story of who tied him to a steel chair and forced him to watch Twilight, you shoulder the double door open.

Damian doesn't look up from his newest book, which could be deemed rude if you weren't so close and comfortable with one another. "Evening, Beloved, how was your drive?"

You say nothing. You drop your bag by his feet, crawl the rest of the way onto the couch, and collapse. Your head in on a pillow between Damian's thighs and the arm of the couch, the rest of you divided unevenly between his lap and the rest of the couch.

He glances away from the pages briefly. "Traffic?" His hand slips under your shirt to gently run blunt nails up and down your spine.

For a moment, you're quiet, and neither of the two older men know how to react.

Then, without warning, you wail into the pillow. "Who the everloving fuck drives a Winnebago through central Gotham at six o'clock going fourteen miles an hour?"

Duke barks a loud laugh, before he claps a hand over his mouth in fear of a punishment. But a man can only do so much, so he sits with his hand over his mouth, giggling like a fifteen year old listening to a dirty joke with his parents in the room.

Damian chuckles lightly, white teeth peeking through a little smile that he's trying to suppress, much for the same reason Duke is doing his best not to let you hear him laugh.

Dick is more focused on the two of you, and the fact that his baby brother has grown up and changed for the better so much—

• • •

Cassandra climbs the stairs with some difficulty, thanks to two new sets of stitches and a few too many fresh bruises.

It's nothing a few days of relaxation won't fix. It was worth it, to see Poison Ivy put back behind bars—even if it did take four of you.

Shortly after arriving back, you and Damian had disappeared up to his room, after you'd both been checked over by Alfred. Aside from some intense bruising and a fee cuts and scrapes, you'd both been spared.

She knocks on his door a few times. With no answer, she loudly turns the handle and pushes the door open slowly, giving you enough time to correct her if need be. She knows at least one of you are in here, because the light is on. "Alfred sent me to tell you that there's dinner, if you want–"

She stops. You are, in fact, both in the room. However, neither of you are conscious.

Damian is sprawled haphazardly across his bed, face half squished into a pillow.

You're flopped across his back, horizontal across his bed, likely also with a pillow, but she can't see your face to be sure.

For a moment that feels a little intrusive, she stares, eyes wide. Not because he's in only boxers and you're in shorts and a sports bra (neither are necessarily a new sight, with one makeshift locker room in the Cave and a city with way too many privacy-surpassing emergencies), but because she's never witnessed Damian allowing another person to be so close to him while asleep.

Even on week long stakeouts that confine them to one room, he claims one corner for himself and doesn't tolerate that invisible boundary to be broken, especially when he's asleep.

She wouldn't even be so surprised if you were passed out in his reading chair, or even on a pile of blankets in the floor, or hell, even if you were on opposite sides of the bed. But you're literally as close to him as you could possibly be. And he's still sound asleep.

She closes the door and backs away slowly, a little smile on her face, even though she was too tired to laugh at the joke Bruce tried to crack a few minutes ago.

• • •

Bruce sits, almost impatiently, on a stone bench by the fountain the middle of Gotham City Gardens. The whole family had come here for the day, on invitation of the organization's owners. Of course, not everyone was officially recognized as family by anyone outside the Manor, so there were quite a few plus ones—you being one of them.

Of course you were. You're always invited. Over the years, it's become a running joke. A trip to the grocery store? (Y/N) must be invited. Walking from the W.I. building to an ice cream parlor and back? I bet (Y/N) is invited. At one point, Damian became so simultaneously annoyed and amused by it that for a week, you really did join him on every single outing. No one knows how exactly you made it across Gotham in six minutes flat to help him pick up cereal but by golly you managed it.

Bruce is currently waiting on you and Damian, who swore to meet him here for a few pictures (at Alfred's request). The pair of you had gone off on your own after about an hour of meandering around with his family, and no one has heard from either of you since. He would be worried, but you were both too excited about this to get into any trouble that would risk being sent home early.

Your laughter finds him before you do. It comes from around a corner of tall hedges, and shortly after, so do you.

You're smiling ear to ear, giggling like a school girl, elbows balanced on Damian's shoulders, about as precariously as you are on his back. That is to say, quite stable. Damian is grinning as well, his arms linked around you're knees at his sides to keep you as stable as you are. You've got an ice cream cone in each hand, one obviously having had more attention than the other.

Bruce's heart swells in his chest at the absolute joy on his son's face.

Damian stops not too far, shifting your weight to free one hand. You help, carefully resituating yourself to hold yourself up easily. You hand him the neglected ice cream, resting your now free hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry, Father," Damian sounds a little winded, and Bruce wonders if the running he heard earlier had been you two. "Somebody found an ice cream bar and insisted we stop before meeting you." He doesn't sound apologetic in the least.

"Hey!" You laugh, flicking the back of his ear as payback.

As payback for payback, he takes the edge of his cone between his teeth, and uses his free hand to give the back of your knee a quick pinch, before he occupies his hand again to tilt the odds in his favor.

You squeal and jerk. "Damian! You're gonna make me fall, and if I go down, you're coming with me!"

Bruce laughs loudly.

• • •

Alfred is on his way to the library to finish the afternoon chores. All he needs to do is straighten up in there, and he can call it an evening. Just in time, too, as one of the local channels is running a Downton Abbey marathon tonight that he doesn't particularly want to miss.

He pushes open the doors to get a little extra fresh air, but pauses just inside the doorway.

Damian is stretched out in one of the plush leather chairs, his long legs propped up by his ankles on the coffee table, head resting limply on the back of the chair. You're curled up in his lap, head on his shoulder, legs folded up on either side of his thighs, arms wound around his back. His hands are folded together on your back. You're both fast asleep.

The elder man is suddenly flooded with memories of the boy's first few months in this manor. In this room, even. He was politely feral, as Bruce had once put it. He was so uncomfortable all the time, though he fought not to show it. It was so new to him, to be openly cared for the way his family tried to care for him. Most people he met back then treated him as the cold, rude, trained assassin that he presented himself as.

So many overlooked the terrified ten year old boy that shook beneath the armor and the weight of the mantels he was expected to take up in so few years.

Of course Alfred had been paying attention to him all this time, all the growing he's done and the man he's becoming. He's always been proud.

But it's here, in this exact moment, that Alfred really takes in how different he is now, compared to then.

Not only did he find the strength and the trust to forge a close bond with you, one that would arguably outlast just about anything it was forced to endure, but he'd fostered such a sweet affection for you. He's found the space within himself to make room for a great love for you, and his family, and his friends.

And you're so good for him. You remind him of the things he could be, if he wanted, and not of what he should be or could have been. You provide him a sense of normalcy when he needs it, and battle ready companion when he needs that.

You look past the blazing armor of controlled aggression and lessons learned to reach the beautiful soul he is. And most importantly, you love him for all of it. You manage to dig so far beyond what he's been taught and the walls he's put up, that you look at what was meant to be the perfect soldier and you see a pillow to sleep on. You trust him with everything, including your vulnerability, just as he trusts you.

Alfred marks the page of the open book on the floor, closes it, and leaves it in the table for you later. He leaves as quietly as he came, in hopes of leaving the two of you undisturbed.

#damian wayne imagine #damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne headcannon #damian wayne blurb

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ghostlypawn · 4 years ago

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Some Matt hcs for you all:

He occasionally draws pictures of the team whenever they’re on the jet, having a conversation or just working away and after he’s done with his drawing he discreetly slips it onto their desk so they can keep it

He pulls numerous pranks on the team and no one ever knows it’s him

He has had numerous attempts of trying to convince Emily to let him use his motorcycle on cases but she keeps telling him no

There’s a few drawings that he drew of Kristy and the kids which Kristy has kept and displayed as she loves them a lot and wants to keep them forever

When Matt and Kristy first met and started to fall in love, he was so nervous to ask her out that Kristy had to make the first move

He and JJ are best friends and they occasionally work out together, help with any babysitting duties if the other wants to go out with their spouse and car share. Not only that but they are incredibly chaotic and pull pranks on each other and the team

Despite canon, he’s actually a really good cook and has tried cooking a few of cuisines he saw during his time in the IRT and made them for his and Kristy’s date night

omg ur SPOILING me here..

i love him drawing the team on lil post-it notes or something<3 he appreciates it when people fall asleep on the jet bc theyre the perfect still-life model... penelope would defo put hers up in her room,, tara uses hers as a bookmark,,

one time he put all of penelopes knick-knacks on luke's desk which rendered it unusable since there are SO many... luke and penelope argued about it all day as luke thought it was her whilst matt laughs to himself in the background (im sure tara knows but doesnt say anything)

i love this one bc emily is canonically anti-motorcycle 😭 "It's sexy, yet statistically stupid.",, matt always brings it up but is met with "no its a death trap" "reid tell him how many people die from motorcycle accidents a year" or a simple single raised eyebrow Look that he knows not to argue with

i like to think kristy has a small box of momentos of their relationship many of which are doodles... matt just cant stop drawing her bc shes the prettiest subject he knows... she has one of her and the kids on her bedside table

you're SO right kristy would make the first move

i like to imagine the simmons and lamontagne-jareaus going on picnics together in the park where they can just let the kids go wild

i still believe in bad cook matt im sorry </3 (i thought it the other day before i even remembered that scene in s15),, i think he knows a few korean dishes he picked up from his mother and he can probably work his way around other east asian dishes like chinese or japanese if he had a recipe but put him in any other other area of the world and he will not know how to cook it. he defo keeps note of all the dishes he does enjoy and has a list of them. i like to think clara bought him a lot of the cookbooks on his shelf to try and get him to cook better but he claims "its just so much nicer when kristy makes it"

#criminal minds #matt simmons #thank u anon i loved this #long post #i was actually just about to gif the morrocan/pizza scene

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mfingenius · 5 years ago

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Hey, idk if you’re taking prompts rn, but I was wondering if you could write something where Draco was raised by Sirius, or Sirius and Lupin? Like Narcissa gives baby Draco to Sirius bc she doesn’t want him raised by death eaters (or maybe doesn’t want him raised by an abusive Lucius if it’s a no Voldemort au), and it’s drarry with Draco having a protective dad au? This is def in part inspired by your Weasley!Draco fic that I’m obsessed w rn 😬

“Draco,” Sirius says.

“No.” Draco says firmly.

“Draco,”

“Dad, I swear to Merlin-”

“Leave him alone, Sirius,” Remus laughs from the kitchen, where he’s baking cookies. “When he’s ready to admit it to himself, he will.”

“I don’t need to admit anything to myself!” Draco says, face burning. Sirius is sitting upside down on their couch, grinning brightly at their son. “I don’t like Harry!”

“Yes, you do,” Both of his dads say, Remus much more calmly than Sirius.

“Come on,” Sirius rolls his eyes. “You’ve been moping all summer!”

Draco’s face heats further.

“I wasn’t moping!” He defends feebly, pulling at the frayed hem of his jumper. He’s wearing soft pajama bottoms and a jumper Harry gifted him when they were twelve. It’s been four years, and it still fits him too big.

“Oh, you were so definitely moping,” Sirius rolls his eyes with a smirk. “You spent hours waiting for his owl-”

“Did not!” Draco exclaims.

“Here, try this.” Remus has come into the living room holding a tray of cookies, and he hands Sirius a small piece and Draco another; he took it up as a way to relax before the full moon when they adopted Draco. He seemed to have a special radar for whenever Remus was in a bad mood, and he cried like mad - which did not help at all - until it got better, leaving him no other option but to find something that made him happy quick.

“It’s good,” Sirius says immediately, mouth full. “More?”

“No,” Remus says, putting the tray on the counter and sitting on the couch next to his husband. “They’re for my students.”

Draco gives his father his best imploring look. “I’m your student.”

Remus throws him an amused, exasperated look. “My summer students.”

He teaches Defense against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts; in the summers, he teaches art and science in kindergarden. Sirius is the coach of the Quidditch Little League year-round, has been for years now, since he opened the kindergarden. He does it in the summer, too, since they have a summer camp.

Draco’s spent the better part of the mornings helping them take care of the kids, since Harry and his parents had gone to a holiday in Rome. The afternoons, he’s been spending at Hermione’s house, and the weekends with his uncle Regulus in his tattoo parlour.

He’s the best tattoo artist in magical England, and though both of his dads have tattoos of their own, they haven’t given him permission to get one until he’s eighteen. Draco’s anxiously waiting.

“No fair,” Draco pouts.

Sirius mirrors the pout. “We’re your husband and son, and you don’t want to give us cookies? Cruel, Moony, plain cruel.”

Remus rolls his eyes fondly at their antics, and summons two cookies from the kitchen to give to them, which immediately makes them smirk. “You’re both spoiled.”

Neither Draco nor Sirius bother denying it.

“Come on,” Remus says. “You need to get ready for tonight or we’re going to be late.”

Sirius hums and stands, making his way to their bedroom; they’re invited to Fleur and Bill Weasley’s engagement party - Draco can’t go because it’s in a bar he can’t get into, since he’s underage - and Draco’s planning to spend the night watching muggle films on their telly. The only reason they have one is because they live in Muggle London - Draco’s never particularly understood why - and, although he can imagine the city to be more boring than magical ones, it’s his home.

Remus follows Sirius down the hall. Draco begins to flip through their film collection, and he’s trying to choose what to watch tonight, when the bell rings.

Draco frowns; he’s not expecting anyone - he’s literally in the oldest clothes he owns - and neither are his dads, that he knows of. It must be Alex, looking for their cat again. They’ve only had the cat for three months, but Draco’s already made friends with Alex because of how often it’s gotten lost.

“I haven’t seen Mrs. Fluffington, Alex,” He calls while he opens the door; insead of staring at Alex’s pale face and lavender hair, he finds himself staring at a deep red shirt.

“I’m not Alex,” He freezes momentarily at the voice, before looking up - and up, and up - and straight into Harry’s handsome face.

He looks him up and down a few times.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Draco says, irritated.

“Watch your mouth,” Sirius says as he passes by, which make’s Draco’s face twist in embarrassment. He hadn’t thought before speaking.

Harry laughs.

“It’s not ridiculous,” He says. “It’s normal.”

“It’s not normal to have grown half a meter over the summer!” Draco says. He’s not used to having to strain his neck to look up at Harry; he’s not used to having to look up at Harry at all. He’s always been shorter than Draco is!

“It’s not my fault you haven’t grown at all,” Harry says with a cheeky smirk. Draco’s cheeks heat, and he sticks his tongue out at Harry. “Isn’t that the jumper I got you when we were twelve?”

Draco wrinkles his nose - he’d pleaded Harry wouldn’t remember that the second he’d opened the door - and says, “No.”

“It is,” Sirius says, from inside. “He sleeps in it.”

Draco turns beet red and Harry grins smugly.

“When did you get back anyway?” Draco asks, dying to change the subject. He moves out of the way, and Harry takes that as the invitation that it is and walks in. “And why didn’t you tell me?”

“This evening,” Harry says. Draco shuts the door behind him while Harry greets Sirius and Remus. “I thought we could have a movie night. My parents are going to Bill’s and Fleur’s party, too.”

“Of course,” Draco swallows.

He wants to go change, but it’s a bit pointless now; plus, it’s not like Harry’s never seen him in his pajamas. They sleep at each other’s regularly, but now… well, Draco hoped that if Harry came back from a month without seeing him and Draco looked dashingly good - he has no idea how he hoped to achieve that, if his entire closet is made up of soft jumpers and muggle jeans, except for his dad’s old leather jacket - maybe he’d magically develop a thing for him, like Draco most definitely has for him.

It is hopeless now; Harry has already realized he’s just the same old Draco.

“Well kids, we’re heading out,” Sirius claps Harry on the back and then kisses Draco’s cheek. Remus does the same. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“There’s nothing you wouldn’t do,” Draco tells him.

He hears Sirius’s laughter even after they close the door.

“So,” He says, awkwardly.

“How was your summer?” Harry asks, sitting on the couch, cross-legged.

“Fine,” Draco says. “I helped my dads at the Kindergarden. How was yours?”

“Rome was gorgeous,” Harry says. He’s grinning. “I brought you something.”

“Oh?” Draco hopes he doesn’t sound as nervous as he feels. He walks over to the couch and sits across from Harry stiffly.

“Yeah.” Harry says. He searches his pockets, and then hands Draco a small box. “Open it.”

Draco looks wary as he does so, but, when he does, his expression turns to amazement.

“Harry,” He says. “What is this?”

He’s looking up at the cieling, where thousands of tiny stars are shining, some brighter than the others.

“They were selling them in Rome,” Harry says. “Look at that,” he points to a set of specially shiny stars. “That’s Draco. The constellation. I thought you’d like it.”

Draco stares at him, eyes wide.

“If you don’t, I can take it back,” Harry says nervously. “I mean, I can’t, but I can keep it. I didn’t want to - is it too much?”

Draco swallows. “No,” He says. “It’s perfect. I love it.”

I love you.

Harry grins. “Good. What are we watching?”

As he reads film titles out loud, Draco swears to himself he’s going to work up the nerve to tell Harry how he feels about him.

Some day.

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cherryafton · 4 years ago

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Ask 3-29

I’m sorry for taking my time to answer, I want to give a full thing so it’s taking time to elaborate everything, anyway, here it is!

I’m sorry if it’s a long post, the answers are under the cut :(

3. Orientation and relationship status (single, taken (by who?), crush (on who?)

She’s bisexual but she never came out to her parents bc she feared what her family would say or do. :(

I still don’t know what am I gonna do with her in this relationship status thing, I don’t have any ideas, rn

She used to have a crush on Park but she shoved it away in fear she didn’t return her feelings and then she developed this huge crush towards Adler, he made her feel things she hasn’t felt a long time ago, she felt this connection she hasn’t had in years and well, she fell deeply in love with this man.

4. Race and Ethnicity

She’s Caucasian and she’s Russian.

5. Height and body type

Her height is 5’6’’ (167.5)

I did a little research on the different body types and I think hers is Endomorph with a pear body shape.

6. Headcanon VA

I have no idea what the hell VA stands for so I’ll just share a headcanon of her:

When she’s nervous, she starts “fidgeting” with her finger or anything that she has in her hands.

19. Hobbies

18. Have any special keepsakes?

He has the collar of her deceased dog Cain as a bracelet to give her strength and motivation.

Also, she has a gold chain with an “M” as a lucky charm or so she thinks, the previous owner was very special to Vika.

Singing, dancing (she’s not that good tbh), reading comics, watching movies, listening music, photography, poker, songwriting, playing the guitar, flower picking, journaling (just writing down her thoughts or feelings, idk if it counts as journaling, correct me if I’m wrong pls), collecting stickers and stargazing.

20. Clothing/Aesthetic

If it’s a night out or something casual, she wears a black denim jacket, a white shirt, denim jeans and a pair of combat boots.

If it’s in one of those umm “heavy duty” missions she just wears a plain black turtleneck with cargo pants and her trustworthy boots.

If it’s in one of those missions where she doesn’t have to do much (like in Brick in the wall mission) she would DEFINETLY wear this (actually, she wore this on the mission mentioned above)(i want to draw her in this outfit SO BAD pls send motivation) :

While she is on the safehouse she wears something simple, some cargo pants, a cropped tank top, her boots and if she’s cold, she wears a hoodie or anything that keeps her warm.

Her aesthetic is hard to explain, it’s kind of a combination between bruises, smoking, guns, this “mind control” things and stuff.

Here’s a Pinterest board with her aesthetic if you’re interested:

https://pin.it/3Yh2H5N

25. City or country?

She loves the bustling crowded, exciting, fast-paced city but she feels more at home in the country, it reminds her a lot of her life before all this mess.

26. Guilty pleasure

She will never NEVER admit it but she loves watching romantic cheesy movies and daydreaming about it all day, thinking that she’ll have something like that.

27. What’s their family like? Who’s in it? What’s their relationship with them?

Her parents (Aleksandr and Galina) divorced when she was 4 years old, 5 months later her dad met Nina and two years later they married and moved into Nina’s house, where Vika met her grandfather Perseus and got along pretty well with him instantly. Viktoria’s relationship with her stepmother Nina is better than her relationship with her biological mother Galina. Apart from the whole divorce thing, she has a normal family like any other.

28. Are they literate? Did they go to school? How long? What level?

Nah, she would read a book or two but only if it’s about a subject that interests her or catches her attention enough to read the whole thing, she’d rather read comics. She was homeschooled by her father Aleksandr but he only taught her the essentials as well as English in fear of the aftermath of WW2.

29. What was childhood like?

As mentioned above, her parents got divorced but she still had a happy childhood. One of the happiest moments in her childhood was when she turned 10, her parents gifted her a borzoi dog named Cain, he kept her good company.

When she met Perseus, they both had a special connection, of course, Viktoria was a child and at her age, she wouldn’t understand things as war and violence but she was very interested in her gramps stories either way. They always spent time together, she enjoyed it when they went flower picking or walked Cain, it was a nice feeling, she never lacked anything, she had a happy life with caring parents, a spoiling and cool grandpa, a loyal adorable dog and last but not least a warm and welcoming home.

When her gramps was gone for his missions, Vika spent her time with some kids she met in her neighborhood named Nikolay and Anna, they walked Cain and played catch with him, also they tried to train him but they failed multiple times, it was fun and after trying a lot, they made it. They were really good friends.

#it's fun answering this asks!#oc: viktoria norin bell #don't let this flop #pls

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goldenhaechan · 5 years ago

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More cute markhyuck please

ask and you shall receive 😌✨

let’s go for aged up!markhyuck with kids

mark & donghyuck finally have their shit togeher

their careers are stable, they have a steady income, they recently just got engaged, they just became dog dads after adopting a cavapoochon puppy named alfred

so they start looking at houses bc hyuck’s always imagined being carried thru the treshold of his dream home after his wedding

their real estate agent, irene, shows them a few houses and none of them feel right

either the house is too big or too small, or the floor plan is weird af, or the neighborhood vibe just isn’t right

despite all that, mark & hyuck are still optimistic

finally, irene shows them a renovated brownstone and they know that it’s the one

mark & hyuck are more than happy to put a down on the house and close the deal

they start moving in a few weeks later

hyuck loves ikea and just decorating in general so you best believe he drags mark to ikea multiple times a week to furnish their new home (they also order furniture and other stuff online but ikea is where it’s at)

when their house is full of houseplants and aesthetically pleasing decorations, hyuck plans a housewarming party

the smile on mark’s face doesn’t falter the whole time that hyuck is playing good hostess

also alfred loves the house, especially the backyard

hyuck lowkey imagines raising his and mark’s little family in their home and he gets a bit teary at the thought of their kids running around the 3-story brownstone

it’s winter now and they spend nights cuddling in their living room with alfred at their feet, rewatching harry potter while sipping hot chocolate

more often than not, jaehyun (hyuck’s step-brother) finds them tangled up in each other in the early mornings and he always sneaks pictures to send to the markhyuck gc

flash forward to hyuck and mark’s wedding

it’s a spring wedding that’s held outside and hyuck can’t believe he’s really getting married to the dork from next door

mark cries when hyuck reads him his vows and vise versa (the first part of hyuck’s vows were lyrics from jb’s boyfriend)

ofc their first dance has to be to mj’s love never felt so good

mark carries hyuck thru the threshold bridal style and they’re both giggling between kisses like fools in love

they’re flight to bora bora isn’t until the next morning so they spend the night in high spirits while having slow, soft sex

bora bora is amazing and they take so many pictures and eat so much food and spend so much time in each other’s arms

but like all good things, they’re honeymoon comes to an end 2 weeks later and they’re back to work and falling back into their normal routine

mark & hyuck always make dinner togeher on friday nights while blasting mark’s r&b playlist

slow dancing in the kitchen y’all

and singing duets while they’re doing the dishes

dancing with alfred in their arms

just mark & hyuck being in love and being cute with their dog

it’s 2 years into their marriage and alfred isn’t a puppy anymore but a cute 2 year old doggo that mark brings up the subject of kids

hyuck is excited bc he’s been imagining raising kids with mark for the longest

they weigh their options and decide to adopt and have kids thru surrogacy

bc mark has always wanted a big family and hyuck being from a big family himself can’t imagine a house without it being full

the adoption process is long and a rollercoaster full of emotions but it was all worth it

they bring home haechan (who’s 2 yrs old) and his biological sister haerin (who’s only 10 months old) just a little after mark’s birthday

alfred is protective of his new human siblings and loves it when haechan gives him belly rubs

haechan is very clingy and very affectionate towards whereas his sister is aloof and doesn’t like it when people try to hug/kiss her

but bring hyuck around and haerin is a whole different person

she clings to donghyuck like a koala and mark might be just a little jealous

hyuck and mark don’t play favorites but obviously their kids have their preferences when it comes to which parent they like

bath time with haechan is a dramatic affair and mark always ends up soaked from head to toe

haerin only lets hyuck bathe her but prefers when mark dresses her. she will scream and scream if donghyuck even tries to dress her after bath time

donghyuck learns that hard way that if you tell a kid no, they’ll still do it anyways

mark learns that you shouldn’t promise kids anything bc they WILL remember and they WILL have a fit if you don’t keep that promise

parenting is difficult but they’re new parents and they’re trying their best ok

haechan is 3 and haerin is almost 2 when mark & hyuck start to look into surrogacy

mark and hyuck find a full service surrogacy agency

and then there’s lawyers involved to discuss terms and compensation for the surrogate and mark asking awkward questions about turkey basters but everything is smooth sailing once they decide who’s going to be the ‘donor’ first

funnily enough, they play rock paper scissors and hyuck wins

mark doesn’t mind bc either way he’s still going to have a baby at the end of it

their surrogate is a woman called wendy and mark bonds with her since they’re both from canada

hyuck is very attentive and he makes sure that wendy is comfortable and taken care of all while managing to be a full-time parent and a full-time PR director

how he does it?? mark thinks it sorcery

haechan kind of knows what’s going on and he’s excited to have another sibling

haerin’s nice and all but she doesn’t share and she makes him cry so maybe a brother would be nice

when wendy starts showing, haechan is eager to feel on her belly while haerin turns her nose up at the sight and hides in donghyuck’s arms

mark lowkey cries at the gender reveal bc omg another little girl?!

their family and friends are excited to have another little girl in the family

mark thinks he’s imagining it but maybe haerin looks lowkey pissed

time skip~

wendy gives birth to a healthy baby girl and she’s more than happy to hand the baby over, wishing hyuck and mark good luck with their baby and their growing family

sure, they keep in touch, but it’s better this way and plus they have a contract

mark names the baby michelle (bc he knows donghyuck loves mj)

when haechan and haerin meet their new sibling, it’s like love t first sight

tbh hyuck is a bit surprised that haerin takes a liking to the newborn bc of her indifference to most things

alfred is of course is eager to sniff the new baby. he finally has another sibling!

having a newborn is different from having toddler and an almost toddler

michelle is fussy for a few weeks and donghyuck really doesn’t know what to do

fortunately mark took family leave and hyuck swears that his husband is a baby whisperer

so while hyuck takes care of the older kids and alfred, mark feeds and bathes and changes michelle’s diapers like a pro

their family and friends start to visit them more often now

haerin is always happy to see her uncle jaehyun while haechan clings to his uncle taeil like no tomorrow

michelle, now almost 3 months, basks in the attention she gets whenever there’s company in the house

what can i say, she likes being held

another fast forward in time

haechan is now in kindergarten and haerin is in pre-k and michelle is now 2 and there’s another baby on the way

well, babies

yup, it’s twins

donghyuck fainted when the doctor told them and thankfully mark was there to catch him

their surrogate isn’t wendy this time

they get matched with a woman called krystal and she lowkey reminds mark of jaehyun

jaehyun: seriously when are y’all going to stop having kids, hyuck: mind your business

donghyuck has long since stepped down was the PR director and now manages social media for the company he works for

he prefers to stay at home and work at home and just be with his kids and their dog

when mark comes home, he’s greeted by the pattering of little feet and claws before he’s surrounded by his kids (and he’s, alfred counts too)

they all hang off of him, all eager to tell him about his day as he carries haerin and michelle in each arm and haechan on his back

donghyuck as usual greets him with a quick peck on the lips and reminds him to wash up

mark always sets the girls and haechan down before he washes up

they always wait patiently behind him and pounce on him again when he’s done drying his hands

it’s become a part of their routine now; to cuddle mark while recalling their days while hyuck makes dinner in the kitchen

they kids weren’t allowed in the kitchen while hyuck is cooking after haerin managed to set a paper towel roll on fire

anyways, dinner with the lees

it’s loud, it gets messy, and sometimes food is thrown bc haerin doesn’t take shit from anybody, especially not her older brother who’s just a cry baby

honestly hyuck wonders why his daughter is so angry all the time and he makes a mental not to sign her up for some activities to get her anger out

she’s only 4 for crying out loud

the next and final babies of the lee family are born and they’re fraternal twins

the first twin is a girl and donghyuck names her heaven (“really, hyuck? heaven lee?” “shut up mark it’s cute”) the second twin is a boy who mark names minhyuk

unlike michelle, heaven and minhyuk are angels and they sleep thru the night and they don’t fuss (as much)

both sets of grandparents are happy to spoil all of the kids despite mark and donghyuck’s protests

raising 4 kids that are slightly close in age proves to be difficult for mark and donghyuck

they have many sleepless nights and sometimes they can even feel the exhaustion deep in their bones

but they wouldn’t have it any other way

alfred is usually a good distraction when haerin and haechan are fighting so that’s a plus

the day heaven and minhyuk are potty trained and are able to eat on their own, hyuck cries

haerin catches her papa crying and hugs him without asking any questions

that’s one of the things donghyuck loves about his daughter: she doesn’t pry and she’ll offer comfort without any hesitation (unless it’s haechan ofc bc she really can’t stand her brother)

a few more years pass...(haechan is now 10, haerin is 9, michelle is 7, and the twins are now 5)

hyuck ends up signing haerin up for taekwondo and haechan starts to take ballet, michelle is taking piano lessons, and the twins are taking cooking classes

the one activity they all do togeher is take korean language classes bc donghyuck will be dammed if their kids only spoke one language

mark and donghyuck keep the kids busy bc they’re so high in energy and they need to burn it off so they usually take them out bowling or hiking or any fun family activities mark can think of doing

and sometimes their cousins join in and it’s pure and utter chaos but let’s not get into that

bc hyuck is home with the kids, he tend to keep them on a tight schedule to get hw done, chores done, and anything else so that they had time to do what they liked

honestly donghyuck would like to think that he and mark have done a pretty decent job raising the little gremlins considering the fact that haerin was a walking and talking hulk but in recent years she’s calmed down thanks to taekwondo and playing sports

bc there’s so many females in the house, mark decides to research about the menstual cycle and he even joins a few forums so that he’s ready to give his daughters the talk when the time comes

to say haerin did not look happy to be talking to her dad about her bleeding vagina would be an understatement

but michelle and heaven makeup for haerin’s disdain and they hug mark and thank him for everything

mark might’ve shed a tear afterward and haerin might’ve also hugged mark and thanked him before giving him the rolling her eyes at him and locking herself in her room

when the family dog passes away a few years later, the kids are devestated and they lock themselves in their rooms until hyuck calls them out to eat or remind them to finish their hw and their chores

it’s sad really and it breaks mark’s heart

he’s discussed getting another pet for the kids but hyuck didn’t want them to go thru another heartbreak so that plan was tossed out

suddenly after a month the kids are back in high spirits

haerin isn’t even screaming at her sisters or teasing haechan so mark knows something is up

that something ends up being a stray kitten that’s hidden in their basement and hyuck spends an hour lecturing his grown kids (haechan, haerin are in hs now, michelle is in middle school, while the twins are in elementary school) about harboring a stray kitten

towards the end of the lecture hyuck is cuddling their new kitten (heaven names him sol after the sun god bc he’s an orange tabby) and he’s cooing, not even paying attention when haechan and minhyuk low-five discreetly

mark just shakes his head, smiling fondly at his kids when he reminds them not to pull another stunt like this

they don’t take home seriously ofc

tbh hyuck is scarier than mark so we all know who does the grounding and the punishing at home

1 day, the kids come home and michelle is scratched and bruised up and hyuck feels his blood pressure rise when he spots blood on his baby girl’s shirt as she hands him a slip of paper that says she’s been suspended for a week

“papa, it’s the other girls” “damn my little girl is a scrapper” “now is NOT the time to encourage this type of behavior MARK LEE”

michelle explains to her parents that she found minhyuk being bullied by a group of girls for wearing nail polish and ‘feminine’ clothes to school and she wasn’t going to resort to violence but one of the girls called her baby brother the b-word

haerin is beaming and praising her younger sister, dragging her away to clean her up while heaven trails behind them, not wanting to be left behind

haechan comforts his younger brother and tells him that it’s okay to dress however he likes and that other peoples opinions don’t matter

mark wants to explode bc omg his kids are so good?? what?? how’d that even happen??

he just really loves his husband and his kids. wow.

okay that’s all i have. i’m sorry if it’s not good anon. i really did try my best. feel free to send me prompts or whatever they’re called lol. my ask box is always open 😌

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irwinkitten · 6 years ago

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knockout round | a.i

(gif credit to @asht0ns-world )

pairing: reader x boxer!ashton notes: so the who do you love video lowkey inspired this. even tho the majority of the video is lowkey pointless, the looks that ashton was giving the camera gave me such a boxer!ash vibe and lets be real i’m a hoe for possessive and jealous ash. thank u to @asht0ns-world @singledadharrington, @gorgeouslygrace, @sugarcoated-pain and @5sosnsfw for letting me throw out my ideas of this and killing you all with the potential plot ideas. also thank u christa for being the best cheerleader, i love u angel. and massive thank u to lena for finding the gif bc my laptop has issues warnings: violence, smut word count: 3.1k!!

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Boxing had always been apart of Ashton’s life. He’d never really known a part of his life without it.

As a child, his temperament was always short. Teachers called him the problem child and people never wanted to be his friend. But he still managed to find three friends and forge a tight bond with them that people often called them brothers without even realising there was no familial resemblance to the quartet.

When his mother had enrolled him into boxing classes, after expressing an interest in the programs that he watched with his parents, they soon realised that with the lessons that he went to, his anger simmered down and his fuse seemed to get longer with each passing year.

By the time that Ashton had reached his late teens, he was the lightweight champion of the area. As he continued to grow, put on the muscle, and move up in the divisions, he was making a name for himself. He was one that wasn’t to be messed with.

As his name gained traction with the media, so did stories of his childhood, his anger. And he was a lot more honest about his childhood than most boxers.

“I had a good environment. But I have anger issues and I know that I have them. It’s taken years of hard work to get to where I am today, but I know that the driving force has always been my anger. It’s both a blessing and a curse.”

His competitors could never find his achilles heel. His love life was never a subject that he talked or posted about, and despite a few competitors going below the belt and making remarks about his mother that would’ve angered any man, he’d held his cool and then thoroughly beaten them the next day.

When she came into his life, it was steady. She’d just come from a bad relationship, her heart in tatters and the two of them shopping late night. He’d been running for last minute prep and she’d decided to drown her sorrows in alcohol and ice cream. She knew his name, knew his title that he held in the boxing world.

But she didn’t care. All she cared about was he’d picked up the last tub of her favourite ice cream and just at her absolutely defeated look, it prompted him to offer her a deal.

“Let me at least take you out somewhere for the day where we can be kids again. I’ve got some days off coming up anyway.”

His words had prompted the smallest of smiles as she accepted his offer as he handed her the ice cream and she gave him her number, under the stipulation that he wouldn’t be creepy about it.

And despite giving her a mock offended look, he understood her wariness of giving her number to someone who was essentially a complete stranger.

From then on, she became a rock in his life who seemed to have his back regardless. His three friends from childhood who’d all become apart of his management team as he gained status with his boxing, noticed how he was always in better moods, he stuck to the plans before fights and before long the friendship blossomed into a relationship that he was protective of.

But of course, whilst in the media spotlight, he knew that keeping such a relationship quiet was always going to be impossible.

But the day that it’d been announced that he was against her ex, the very one who left her a broken woman in the ice cream aisle, he knew that this fight was going to be important, whether she acknowledged it or not, this was payback for hurting the beautiful woman he was resolutely in love with.

He’d never been so revved for a match before.

Ashton knew that she was worried, that her bottom lip would be shredded beyond belief from her teeth. But he wasn’t.

Dean Martin has gone the wrong way to rile him up, to use his girl as verbal bait. And hearing the derogatory terms, Ashton wasn’t too sure if he was grateful that Calum’s hand on his bicep reminded him where he was, or if he was still annoyed over it.

He was certainly annoyed that the hand turned into a restraining arm when Martin had made a comment of bedding his girl, with or without her permission. He’d seen red and as rage flooded his body, his muscles locked up, ready to pound the fucker down.

Calum had hastily pulled Ashton away from his opponent, opting to keep the distance between them so that Ashton wouldn’t be tempted to knock Martin out before the match.

The headlines went wild with those shots and the look of undiluted rage on Ashton’s features. People were very quickly realising that even he has his limits and Dean Martin had managed to break those limits clean.

Being with her before the match, his hands were firmly around her waist as she stood between his legs. Despite his trainer telling him no distractions, she was never a distraction. Only an anchor. And right now he needed to ground himself because the last thing he wanted to do was lose this fight to someone like Dean Martin.

“Baby, you’ve got this fight in the bag.” She hummed softly, her lips ghosting across his cheek. Ashton sighed.

“I hate the fact that it’s your ex I’m fighting.” He finally admitted and she sighed, her fingers running through his hair. His eyes fell shut of their own accord, her touch soothing the rage that was bubbling under the surface. Martin’s comments still rang in his ears.

“He wasn’t a good man. You’re the better man, better partner.” The words were soft, almost caressing his soul and he felt reassured.

“Only because of you, sweet girl. I’m better because of you.” Her lips curved up into a wry grin as she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

“I’m proud of you Ash. You’ve got this fight in the bag, and if that boy tries what he did for the weigh in, I won’t be angry or upset. Lord knows you’ve told me time and again that anyone disrespecting me within earshot of you will earn them either a verbal lashing or a physical one depending on their words.” Her tone was teasing, reminding him that she wouldn’t be angry with him.

It’d been an issue at first, his verbal and physical responses to people being either disrespectful or derogatory about his girl. But only when he told her his reasons, how he was raised to respect a woman, regardless of any kinds of relationship, she understood that it was something that he could tone down but not necessarily control.

And they compromised on it. He tried to keep it to verbal smackdowns, and only if someone threw the first punch, did he defend himself. His reputation grew within months and soon when they’d been together for two years, he was at the top of his career.

“Irwin, ten minutes. Your girl needs to go.” Calum had re-entered the locker room, giving her a brief smile. “Seats for you are close to ringside. He’s on the blue corner.” She nodded, pressing another gentle kiss to his forehead before making her way, ruffling Calum’s hair as she did.

Ashton laughed at the disgruntled look on Calum’s face and he could feel his body begin to gear as he did the last minute stretches.

“Martin’s going to hit hard and fast. You need to be swift. Don’t use everything you have until he starts to wear down.” Ashton nodded, focusing on the aspect of the fight, rather than who he was fighting. He couldn’t let his anger cloud his judgement or moves, not so early on into the match.

Calum was soon hustling him to the entrance corner, both of them knocking fists together before he rushed ahead to prep his area. As the music began playing, he pulled the silk robe on, the hood falling just over his eyes as he made his way out, loud screams causing a smirk to slip on his features as he began the walk through, Luke and Michael following behind at this point and keeping people on the floor seats from mobbing him.

Martin was stood scowling, doing a last minute stretch as his gloves were being put on. Once Ashton was in the ring, Calum was there, pulling the robe off and getting the gloves onto his wrapped up hands.

“Remember, you might be fucking angry with him, but I swear to god Irwin, if you let this fucker beat you, I’ll kick your ass myself.” This caused Ashton to crack a smile before Calum put the mouth guard in and Ashton went and met the ref in the middle. He and Martin touched gloves before the bell went and the first swing came from Martin, aiming for the jaw, causing Ashton to bend backwards to avoid getting clocked.

The noise was deafening and Ashton knew his focus was slipping as Martin landed in some good punches. It was getting close and he could feel himself dropping as he lost the round, his lip bloody and a cut on his cheek, half staggering back to Calum who seemed to be trying his best not to berate him.

But then she was there beside Calum, her hands on his cheeks once he’d been checked over.

“Do me proud, Ashton Fletcher. I know you can beat him.” And his second wind came as the next round got ready.

“Gonna let your bitch lean over for me later when I win? It’s all she ever really was good for.” The comment was crass, but the fuse was lit.

“Irwin, don’t let anger cloud your judgement here.” Calum snapped harshly. The last thing they needed was his focus to be lost, but if anything, his focus was sharpening. And he could feel the anger bubble under his skin.

“C’mon Irwin. Make sure to share the spoils. I mean, she’s second hand goods, surely you’re not still with her?” Ashton’s eyes caught hers and he could see she’d heard his calls. His fuse seemingly got shorter as he gave her a reassuring smile, taking the offered water and taking a few seconds to calm his racing heart.

“How about this, I share her with some buddies and drop her back to you. She might be in reasonable condition if she doesn’t fight like she used to. Always feisty until I got her to see sense, if you catch my drift.” The smirk on Martin’s lips as the words left his mouth snapped something inside of Ashton and the anger that had been bubbling, flooded.

And he was furious.

The bell went and Ashton immediately had Martin on his back foot, unable to even get close for a hit as Ashton’s fists repeatedly went for him, reminding himself to not murder his opponent.

It didn’t take long before there became a real look of fear in Martin’s eyes and Ashton felt no ounce of sympathy as he landed a knockout and the crowd roared in approval. It didn’t take long before the last round was won and his arm was being raised, a bruised rib protesting as he was handed the belt and his lips curved into the widest smirk.

Martin was lucky to get away with the injuries that he got. Two visible black eyes, a few cuts and Ashton was almost certain he managed to at least fracture a rib with the force of his hit at one point. Part of him wished that he broke something clean but he’d take what he could get in this fight. Knowing that he’d gotten what he deserved, settled the anger to a simmer, the adrenaline still flooding his body.

As he exited the ring, he couldn’t stop himself from pulling his girl into his side, his lips meeting hers in a soft, sweet kiss, ignoring the disappointed noises. Once he pulled away, his gaze moved to Martin, staring at him out, his grip only getting marginally tighter until he left the opposite side.

Ashton retreated back to his side, his arms still firmly around her as the medic double checked the rib to make sure it was only bruised and not broken, before clearing him to go and get cleaned up.

She didn’t protest as he pulled her with, her back pressed against the cold tiles as his lips met her neck, the hot water beating down on his back.

“All mine to care for, to love on.” He murmured against her skin, lips and teeth gently pulling at the skin. Her fingers lifted up to run through his hair, gripping the damp strands gently.

“All yours.” She whispered in return, a sharp gasp escaping as his lips had moved to her breasts, his teeth pulling on one nipple carefully as his hand worked the other. She was whining softly, his name escaping occasionally.

His lips moved from her breasts, trailing down as he got to his knees, a whine escaping her lips.

“Shouldn’t it be me rewarding you, handsome?” He shook his head at her words, moving her fingers back to his hair.

“All about you tonight, doll.” She was about to argue, but his tongue licked a stripe up her folds, a startled noise escaping her instead as she gripped his hair, his lips attaching to her clit. He worked two fingers inside of her as he nipped and sucked on her clit, the noises were somewhat beautiful sounds to his ears as she got closer to her orgasm.

Her fingers got tighter around his hair as she called out his name, his lips immediately beginning a journey back up her body slowly sliding his fingers out as he stood up, lifting his fingers to her lips, tapping them gently.

They parted under his touch and her tongue swirled around his digits, a groan escaping his lips as she cleaned them. He wasted no time as he pulled them free, his lips meeting hers as he lined up against her entrance.

“You’re far too good to me, princess.” He groaned as he slid in, her legs lifting off the ground to wrap around his waist. His hands immediately moved to cup her ass as his hips began to move against hers, moans escaping the both of them.

He knew that he wasn’t going to last too long, not with the protesting rib, so one hand slid from her ass, moving to her clit as he picked up his pace. Her words were half begging, incoherent as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.

As she came, her eyes falling shut, his head dropped to her shoulder as he reached his own orgasm, her name tumbling from his lips like a prayer, her fingers still working through his hair, their breathing heavy as he pressed gentle kisses on the marks he’d left on her skin.

“I love it when you mark me like that. I know I’m always yours, but seeing them, just sets my insides on fire.” She murmured as he pulled out from her, finally allowing her under the stream of hot water. She kept her hair from the stream of the water as she allowed it to hit her skin.

“Just as I’m yours, sweet girl. I’m sorry if I hurt you though.” His fingers ghosted across the red marks left by his fingers, and she shook her head at him.

“You of all people know that I love seeing them.” She murmured as she reached over, taking the shampoo and working it into his hair. His eyes fell shut at her ministrations and didn’t argue with her. She always told him she loved seeing the marks, but sometimes it didn’t stop the guilt flooding him.

He worked the shower gel along her body as she conditioned his hair. They worked in silence until she’d gotten the suds of the shower gel off his body. His hands switched the water off as her lips slowly moved across from his shoulder, along his collarbone before finding the junction of his neck and shoulder, trailing her lips along the column of his throat.

A soft noise escaped his lips as she reached his jaw, before her lips reached his once more, her hands taking a hold of his head, her palms firmly planted against his cheeks. He knew better than to look away from her when she was this determined.

“I love you, Ashton Irwin, and that won’t ever change. We have words for a reason, and you know I use them. Please don’t beat yourself up, sweetheart.” His lips met hers briefly before a sigh escaped.

“Sorry angel.”

“Your forgiven. Now, we need to get ready and head back home. I know that the boys will want to at least spend a quiet night in celebrating with you.” Her voice held amusement, knowing that despite her want for the two of them to continue their own celebrations, the other three would deliberately ruin that.

Ashton laughed.

“They’re too frightened to cross you, y’know. If you said that you were taking me home, they wouldn’t argue.” He commented as the two stepped from the shower and dried off. She lifted her shoulders into a shrug as she got re-dressed.

“I know, but I don't want them bitching at me, because I want days with you, not just a few hours. So they get the few hours and then I get days. And they know better than to show up unannounced after a match.” The grin that she wore made him laugh as he got dressed.

Once they were ready, his hand slid into hers, fingers interlacing as they headed out back to the waiting cars to get the two of them home. Michael was the first to throw his arm across Ashton’s shoulders as they trio caught up with the two.

“So, we’re drinking at yours then?” She raised an eyebrow pointedly at Ashton, Michael’s words simply proving her point. He rolled his eyes before grinning.

“Of course. M’lookin’ forward to the headlines that are gonna come out from this fight.” Calum laughed as he threw his own arm around her shoulders.

“They’re gonna point out how no one can seemingly knock you down. You’re like a rock.” Luke teased and Ashton rolled his eye as Michael moved his arm from his friends shoulders.

Once they reached his place, the other three didn’t protest as she helped check him over before all but ordering him to put his feet up. The others were about to make a comment, but one look stopped the thoughts dead in their tracks and she received sheepish smiles in return as she finally settled into his good side.

It was worth it all in her eyes.

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Ruin My Life - Part 6

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fratboy!Jimin - no smut in this chapter (because there’s plenty in the previous five sksks), a w h o l e lot of angst (!!!), a bit of fluff

Summary - I don’t wanna spoil anything but um make sure you read the end of the last chapter bc it carries straight on into this part, like there’s no time jump at all

Word Count - 5.1k

Warnings - um none really, a lil bit of bitchiness, pregnancy and abortion talk, good friends Joon and Mija, snakes galore, vomiting, and a pickle (that’s not a euphemism for anything, a literal real life pickle)

a/n: I know this is kinda short but a LOT happens, sorry if there are mistakes because this is not proofread at all sksks. lmk what y’all think and hmu if you wanna be on the taglist

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‘Okay, that’s like super sexy, but what if I get a UTI?’ I say, unwillingly breaking us out of daddy-princess mode. His smirk disappears, replaced by his thoughtful face, hands stilling at my waist. ‘What if you like try to piss but hold in the pa-’ ‘I’m gonna stop you there. Even if I do manage to piss while keeping the pants in me, I could get like an infection or something. I’m really sorry to ruin what would have been super sexy, but I don’t wanna put my health at risk,’ I say, and he nods in agreement, somewhat forlorn. ‘Fine, go have a shower, you spoilsport,’ he says, and I swat at him, listening to his giggles as he dodges me. ‘I was about to ask you to join, but forget it,’ I say, heading towards my en suite. ‘No, I’m sorry, princess!’ he cries, chasing after me, ‘I take it back!’

‘Good evening, sir and madam. Can I get the beautiful young couple anything to drink?’ the very enthusiastic waiter says, appearing out of nowhere, startling us both. I go to correct him, to say that, no, we’re not a couple, but Jimin speaks before I can. ‘A bottle of wine, babe? Or do you want something else?’ he asks me. ‘Wine’s good,’ I reply with a smile, watching as Jimin orders a very expensive bottle. He looks so beautiful, dirty blond locks swept back and exposing a strip of his forehead, in a pair of smart black trousers, white shirt and black bomber jacket resting on the back of his chair. He asked me to match with him so I’m dressed in a little black lace bodycon dress with lacy sleeves and a frilly hem, black Valentino flats (gifted from Mija) on my feet and a black clutch sat on the table, hair straight down my back and makeup glowy and tan. ‘I’ll bring that to you in just a moment. Are you having starters tonight, or just mains?’ he asks us, Jimin looking to me. ‘I think we’ll just have mains,’ I say, thinking back to the bag of Doritos we shared just before we left. Jimin grins, nodding in agreement, and the waiter smiles. ‘Okay, you decide what you’d like, then, and I’ll take your orders when I come back with your wine,’ he says, leaving with the drinks’ menu.

The restaurant is absolutely beautiful, dark and atmospheric, the low hum of chatter coupled with an obscure jazz song floating out from hidden speakers. A fountain bubbling with frothy water, glowing pink with lights, glides down the far wall, made of black marble, as are all of the surfaces here, and chandeliers hang above our heads, casting mellow light over us. Behind Jimin is a faux blossom tree, a beautiful backdrop for a (completely irritatingly) beautiful man. ‘Do you like the restaurant?’ he asks me with a soft smile, and I nod. ‘It’s so beautiful, I love it. Thank you,’ I say, and he rests a hand over mine across the table, finger running over the ring he gave me. ‘It’s nothing. I think it was about time I took you out, right? Wrecked your shit that many times,’ he jokes, and I raise an eyebrow, supressing a laugh. ‘Don’t flatter yourself,’ I say, and then he raises an eyebrow. ‘Are you really trying to claim otherwise?’ he asks, and I decide to back down before we start to argue, telling him to change the subject but before he can… ‘Jimin! Is that you?’

Her shrill voice sounds from behind me, and I roll my eyes as I see Jimin’s focus move upwards over my head. ‘Oh, hi, Jeongyeon,’ he says tentatively, obviously thinking about the fact that she and I are not exactly… friends, you could say. She appears at the side of our table, a gaggle of girls from her sorority, LSG, surrounding her, chatting away between themselves. ‘Oh, y/n. What a surprise. I didn’t know the two of you were friends,’ she says, eyeing me warily, fake smile pasted onto her face. I watch as her eyes slide down to land on Jimin’s hand resting on mine. ‘Unless… are you two, like, dating?’ she exclaims, catching the attention of her sisters. ‘No, we’re just friends,’ I reply, neither of us moving our hands. ‘That ring says otherwise,’ she says drily, almost jealously, and the girls gasp. ‘Oh, my God, are you two engaged?’ Sana, the only girl in their sorority that I actually like, exclaims, and we both laugh. ‘No, we aren’t,’ I say, Jimin nodding in agreement. ‘So, who’s it from then?’ Jeongyeon asks, and I roll my eyes, wondering why she’s still here. ‘Me. But it’s not an engagement ring,’ Jimin says shortly, obviously sensing my annoyance. ‘Well, make sure you get that out there, otherwise people will think you’ve wifed her because she’s pregnant!’ Jeongyeon laughs, neither of us letting our shock at her guess show as we laugh gently.

‘Well, this has been nice,’ she begins. ‘Has it?’ I mutter, but she carries on, having not heard me. ‘But, we’d better head to our table. We’re going out to the Ace of Hearts after, so you guys are welcome to join if you’d like,’ she offers. ‘We’re good, luv, enjoy,’ I say, Jimin coughing over my words. ‘Sorry, what was that?’ she asks falsely, and I go to repeat my words. ‘She said we’ll see if we have time, and she’s right. I might be too busy wrecking her,’ he says, not thinking before the words leave his mouth. Jeongyeon chokes, looking at us wide-eyed, the other girls now distracted chatting between themselves again, and I laugh. ‘He’s kidding, obviously,’ I say, and Jimin nods, laughing too. ‘Oh, right. Of course,’ she says, tittering obnoxiously. ‘Well, we’ll leave you to it, but it’s been nice to see you both. Enjoy your night,’ she says, dragging her girls away after neither Jimin nor I reply to her. ‘Bye, Sana,’ I say as she passes the table. ‘Bye, babe. Treat her well,’ Sana says, turning to face Jimin, attempting to be threatening but, with her dinky figure and adorable voice, is about as scary as a puppy Pomeranian i.e. not scary at all. Unless you’re scared of dogs. Maybe a little kitten. Okay, I lowkey have a cat phobia, and ‘little kitten’ kinda sounds kinky. Um, a human baby. Actually, they’re scary as hell. All crying and scrunched up with they alien-looking headass, gross. Jimin’s eye smile. Actually, nothing’s that cute. Anyway, I’m getting distracted.

‘I will, Sana, don’t worry. Make sure you treat Joon right,’ he grins, and she blushes deeply. ‘Namjoon? There’s nothing between us two,’ she stutters, Jimin nodding indulgently. ‘Sana!’ Jeongyeon shouts from somewhere in the restaurant, and Sana rushes off, embarrassed. ‘Her and Joon, huh?’ I ask, and he nods, smirking. ‘They’ve been talking the past couple days nonstop, since our party, and they’re both really into each other by the looks of it. They’re cute. I hope it lasts,’ Jimin says, and I feel warm at the way he speaks about his brother’s happiness. ‘Same, and I’m sure they will. They’re both super nice people, and I can so see them together,’ I say, Jimin nodding in agreement. ‘Anyway,’ he grins, changing the subject, ‘as much as I really need you to keep your mouth shut and your bitchy thoughts to yourself in the future, I think I’m starting to see why you and Jeongyeon don’t get along.’ ‘Correction: why I don’t like her anymore. She still thinks we’re friends, apparently,’ I say, and he nods, hand still on mine. ‘Why exactly don’t you like her? Besides her being her, that is,’ he asks, and I laugh. ‘She’s the head of LSG, right? Well, Mija convinced me to rush LSG with her, even though we were a year late, but she spoke to Sana and she’d said that Jeongyeon was accepting older students. So we rushed LSG and Jeongyeon was so excited to see us there, because she’d wanted us to be part of the sorority for ages, so naturally she accepted us, but then told us that the only room available was the basement, and that rent was £750 a month. Each,’ I say, Jimin’s mouth dropping open in shock. ‘I know. So then we were both like ‘fuck that’ and we decided we didn’t want to join the sorority and she basically threw a bitch fit and told us to fuck off,’ I explain, Jimin holding back a laugh at the end. I don’t tell him about the bit where she found out Jimin and I were fucking and told me to back off because he was hers.

‘I don’t blame you guys. I wouldn’t paid that much for a luxury penthouse suite, let alone a shitty basement,’ he agrees with me, the waiter appearing with our wine and two glasses. We both watch as he pours us out a glass each, leaving the bottle on the side for us to help ourselves to. Jimin goes to speak and then his phone vibrates, catching both of our attention. He checks it and frowns, before groaning. ‘What’s happened?’ I ask him, and he sighs. ‘Impromptu party at ours. Apparently, JK invited a couple girls from BTP over, they thought it was a party and brought the whole sorority along with their boyfriends, and their boyfriends brought their friends so now there’s a party,’ Jimin says, and I supress a laugh at how things blew out of control. ‘They’ve asked me to go back,’ Jimin says, and I tilt my head in confusion. ‘Why?’ ‘We have this rule that we don’t have any parties in the house without us seven there, to keep control if anything happens,’ he explains, sounding extremely fed up. ‘Let’s go then,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘I don’t want to go, though,’ he whines, and my heart melts. ‘I know, I don’t want to either, but if they need you, we should go. We’ll reschedule,’ I say, and he sticks out his lower lip. ‘They don’t need me, though. Let’s just stay for mains, and then we’ll go,’ he suggests, and I sigh, nodding. ‘We’ll have to eat quick, though,’ I say, ‘if the house gets trashed, it’s on you.’

‘The house is literally trashed,’ Namjoon says when his eyes land on us, the unfinished bottle of champagne in Jimin’s hand, his other hand in mine. ‘Seriously?’ I ask, shooting Jimin a look. ‘Yes. The upstairs is all fine, but the downstairs is a mess. Someone spilled red wine over the living room wall, and there’s piss in the sink. Oh, and I’m pretty sure that’s shit smeared across the floor,’ he says, completely deadpan, motioning to a brown stain on the kitchen tiles. ‘Oh, god, that is fucking disgusting,’ I groan over the noise of a group of boys doing a keg stand on the kitchen table. ‘It’s literally chocolate,’ Jimin says with a roll of his eyes, picking up the purple wrapper sat next to the stain. ‘That is besides the point. The house is that trashed that there is literally a stain that looks like shit on the floor,’ Namjoon says. He’s sat at the island with an entire bottle of Hennessy in his hands, looking as though he’s trying to drink away his sorrows. ‘Where are the other boys?’ I ask. ‘Jin’s hidden in his room because someone spilled rum on his new Gucci shirt and he’s sulking. Yoongi’s in the garden smoking weed or sniffing coke, I don’t know anymore. Hobi’s in his room with a BTP girl. Tae’s dancing in the living room. And JK’s doing the keg stand,’ he says, the chaos actually making me supress my laughter. ‘Right, okay. Everyone out!’ Jimin shouts, unplugging the sound system. Everyone begins groaning as Jimin starts shouting, ‘Party’s over. Get out or we’re calling the police! Out! Everyone out!’ ‘Your boyfriend is so sexy,’ a girl called Chae on my course says to me, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. ‘What?’ I ask, taken by surprise. ‘Jimin. The way he’s kicking everyone out, all dominant and shit. He’s sexy,’ she says, and I splutter with shock. ‘He’s not my boyfriend,’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘Okay, lil miss just-came-in-from-a-date-holding-hands-matching-outfits-ring-on-my-wedding-finger-but-he’s-not-my-boyfriend-even-though-we’re-definitely-fucking,’ she teases me, and I shake my head, holding back a laugh. ‘I’ll see you in tomorrow’s lecture. If you’re walking weird, I’m gonna know why,’ she calls over her shoulder, the house emptied out considerably now.

Cups and bottles and empty food containers and actual bits of food litter the entire bottom floor of the house, some questionable stains painting the walls, and I begin to clean up. I grab a mop and scrub the stains off the kitchen floor before starting with a cloth on the living room walls. I then get a black bag and collect up all the rubbish (wearing gloves, of course) whilst Jimin attempts to still kick people out, Tae helping him, Jin, Yoongi and Hobi all missing, Namjoon nursing his Hennessy like a lone cowboy moping at the bar of a saloon, and Jungkook lying across the dining room table, either unconscious or dead. I’ve nearly got the entire bottom floor back to its normal state (I would say clean, but this house cannot ever be called clean; even if it were flooded with Dettol and bleach, it’d still have alcohol and semen stains everywhere) when I find something slimy lying on the floor in the corner of the kitchen. ‘What the…’ I whisper to myself, slowly inching towards it, before I realise what it is. A pickle. Just a pickle lying on the floor. Now, before I explain what happens next, I just want you to know; I’m not that fussy of an eater. I’ll pass on snails and octopus, thanks, but I’ll never say no to a pickle. But the sight of it lying there has my stomach muscles clenching and my hand glued to my mouth in disgust. Normally, I’d say something stupid like ‘mood’ or ‘me’ (because a lone pickle on the floor really does encapsulate how I feel sometimes) but then I smell it. The sharp and pungent acidity of sour vinegar hits me, and I can’t hold myself back anymore.

All of the expensive dinner that Jimin paid for forces its way back up my throat and lands on top of the pickle, making me wretch and heave even more. And I’m the kind of person that throws up at the sight of someone puking, and so the more I throw up, the more it makes me want to throw up. It’s a vicious cycle of vomit. Tears stream down my face, my stomach and throat aching as my body produces an endless amount of sick, making me feel absolutely disgusted with myself. Finally, after what feels like an age – and the pickle is drowned in my vomit – I feel a comforting hand on my back, rubbing circles, and another hand holding back my hair. Once I’m finally done, I turn to see Namjoon, looking like he’s trying his hardest not to throw up himself. I don’t blame him. ‘Sorry,’ I breathe out before limping over to the sink, entire body aching, and splash my face with water before rinsing out my mouth, desperate to get the taste from my mouth. Once I’m done cleaning myself up, I turn to see Namjoon putting down what looks like kitchen towels on top of my vomit. ‘What good is that gonna do?’ I ask, and he laughs. ‘They’re special vomit sheets. They soak it all up, so you don’t have to mop it up and shit. I’ve got hundreds, because… well, we’re a frat, ain’t we?’ he says, and I laugh, impressed. I love a good contraption. ‘God, I’m so sorry, Joon. I’ll clean them up after,’ I say, and he waves me off. ‘It’s fine, it’s fine. You just stay here and have some water, I’ll go get Jimin,’ he says, and I give him a smile of thanks. He disappears for a few minutes and, when he returns, I’ve finished a pint of water, feeling much better for it. ‘I can’t find him so d’you wanna just come up to my room? It’s been a while since we had a sleepover, and you promised me a binge sesh. On My Block season two is calling my name,’ he offers with a grin, and I can’t help but grin back. ‘Oh, Joon, you know me,’ I say, ‘how can I possibly say no?’

‘Joon,’ I hiss, tugging at the cover that he’s taken all of, not a single fibre of the shitty material on me. I still can’t believe I actually sleep in his bed, knowing the string of girls he probably has in here. It’s like he can hear me mentally cussing him out because he doesn’t budge an inch, keeping an ironlike grip on the covers. ‘Namjoon,’ I hiss again, nudging him this time, and he lets out a loud snore. ‘For fuck’s sake,’ I mutter, turning over to check the clock. 5.57. I might as well get up and head back to mine and Mija’s to get ready for my 8am lecture this morning. I sigh, climbing out of the bed, and look for a clean pair of socks, not having it in me to walk barefoot in their frat house. I find a pair of Nike socks smelling like fresh washing powder and slip them on, heading out to the bathroom. To get to the bathroom, you have to go past Jimin’s room, and I decide to take a detour, wanting to see if he’s in there. And then, just as a place my hand on the handle, I hear a voice. And it’s not Jimin’s.

My heart nearly stops, and I freeze completely, wanting to hear the person speak more. I hear Jimin’s morning voice, a low groan signalling that he’s just woken up, and I press my ear to the door, trying not to think about the germs. I hear the other person speak then and it’s for sure; it’s female. I feel tears spring to my eyes and try so hard not to let them fall down my face, trying to work out who it is. The person gets closer to the door then, the floorboards creaking, and I dart into the bathroom as quietly as possible, listening out to see who it is. I peek through the door, cracked open slightly, and watch with bated breath and a pounding heart as his bedroom door opens. The person steps out and I have to clap a hand over my mouth to stop any kind of reaction. She hears the noise, turning to look in this direction, and I duck away from the crack in the door, trying to stay silent. I hear her mutter something before heading downstairs. I relax then, shutting the door and locking it, before I slide down to the floor, holding back my tears, the image of Jeongyeon leaving Jimin’s room wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts imprinted into my brain. I know now why Namjoon offered to have a binge sesh; he must have seen Jimin with Jeongyeon and not have had the heart to tell me. I don’t blame him though, and I don’t blame Jeongyeon either. I told her several times last night that Jimin and I aren’t together so it’s not like he wasn’t fair game. It’s him I’m angry at and I have to physically restrain myself from storming into his room and throttling him, knowing I need to cool down before facing him. I creep out of the bathroom, back into Namjoon’s room, where he snores loudly, still deep in sleep, and wait until I hear Jeongyeon come back upstairs. Then I leave Joon a note to say thank you for the binge-watch sesh before creeping out of the sleeping frat house, heading home.

‘He just called me again,’ Mija says from the doorway of my bedroom, hand on hip, looking down at me sprawled out across my bed, watching To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before, an empty tub of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough lying beside me. ‘Tell him to fuck off,’ I say savagely, pausing the screen on Noah Centineo’s beautiful face. ‘I didn’t answer. Shall I block him? He’s gonna start spamming me soon,’ Mija says, coming to sit next to me. ‘No, you can’t block him. Just send him a text saying I’m ill or something, and don’t answer his calls,’ I say, and Mija sighs. ‘y/n, you can’t avoid him forever. You need to confront him at some point,’ she says, and now it’s my turn to sigh. ‘How can I confront him? We weren’t together, Mija. I can’t get mad at him, because he hadn’t committed to me,’ I say, and she shakes her head. ‘No, y/n, I’m sorry, I’m not having it. He cannot literally treat you as though you’re his girlfriend, take you on dates and give you his ring and call you his, but then fuck other people because he hasn’t committed to you. I’m not having it, y/n, and you aren’t either,’ Mija says, and y/n shakes her head. ‘It’s okay, Mija, I’ve cut him off once before, and I can do it again. I was an idiot to make the same mistake twice anyway,’ I say, despite the way my heart aches at the thought of him.

I’ve had a few days to process what happened and those days consisted of lots of tears, several empty tissue boxes and ice cream tubs, missed lectures and sleepless nights, and 1067 unopened texts and 432 missed calls from Jimin, as well as some from the other boys too. I’ve just left my phone beneath my bed, knowing I’m too lazy to crawl under and get it. He’s also stopped by the apartment a few times, using his spare key, and I’ve had to hide in several very creative hiding places; in one of the kitchen cupboards, under Mija’s bed and on top of the fridge to name a few. I just can’t bring myself to look him in the face after seeing Jeongyeon leave his room. And I know I can’t even get angry, because he’s always been so open with his allergy to commitment and we both knew that we weren’t together. He had every right, I guess.

‘No, y/n, don’t be passive. You can’t let him get away with it,’ she pleads, and I shake my head. And then a wave of nausea hits me, and I retch, clutching at my mouth. I jump out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom, and I drop to my knees, vomiting into the toilet. Mija holds back my hair whilst I vomit up everything in my stomach, my body not stopping until I feel empty. I don’t even feel angry or upset, ignoring the way my stomach clenches, throat aches and eyes stream, and get up, washing my face. ‘y/n, babe, I’m worried. This is, like, the third time this week. You need to get to a doctor’s, babe,’ she says, and I shake my head. ‘I’m fine, honestly. It’s probably just a sick bug or something. I’ll survive,’ I say, and Mija bites at her nails, looking like she wants to say something. ‘What? What d’you wanna say?’ I ask tiredly, and Mija sighs. ‘Babe, don’t you think you might be… you know?’ Mija says, and I prompt her, not having a clue what she’s talking about. ‘Don’t you think you might be pregnant?’ she asks, and her words hit me like a ton of bricks. How did I not even think about being pregnant? But… ‘I can’t be. I took a pregnancy test, and it was negative, and I got my period,’ I say, feeling faint. ‘You might not have been pregnant yet, babe. And it might have just been some sporadic bleeding,’ Mija suggests, as my head spins feeling dizzy. ‘Get me out a pregnancy test,’ I ask, and Mija obliges, handing me one from the cupboard beneath the sink. I wee on it, not feeling at all embarrassed considering we’ve both walked in on each other in the shower. Several times. Intentionally (not like that, to ask if the other wanted food or something along those lines – not gonna lie, though, her body is banging. Even though we both cussed out the ASP boys for suggesting it, I probably wouldn’t say no if I was a bit tipsy).

Once I’m done, I clean the stick and she takes it from me, staring at it unwaveringly as I sit on the toilet seat, head in my hands out of stress. ‘Mija, staring at it won’t make the result come up quicker,’ I snap, taking out my stress on her, but she doesn’t care, knowing there’s no real venom behind it. She goes to reply but then gasps, staring at the stick. ‘What? What does it say? Actually, don’t tell me. I don’t wanna know. I’ll just live the rest of my life without knowing. If I put on a lot of weight in the next nine months, I’ll find out that way instead. Just don’t tell m-’ ‘It’s positive,’ she says, putting an end to my rambling, and I fall silent, mouth hanging open. ‘It’s positive, y/n. You’re pregnant,’ she says, handing me the stick. I stare at the writing on the stick, reading one week, and I burst into tears, not sure whether they’re happy or sad. Mija puts her arms around me, comforting me until I’m done, and she steps back from me, holding on to my shoulders. ‘Mija,’ I say solemnly, and she nods just as solemnly. ‘I’m sorry to break it to you,’ I say, ‘but you’re the dad.’

‘Miss y/l/n,’ the receptionist says, and Mija and I rise from our seats. ‘Room 9, please,’ she says, pointing towards the door without a look at us, and we head through into the linoleum corridor of the hospital, beneath the fluorescent lights. ‘Nervous?’ Mija asks, and I shake my head, genuinely not feeling nervous. ‘Good. You don’t need to be,’ Mija says, holding my hand, and I nod as we reach the door. Mija knocks and the doctor calls out for us to come in, Mija swinging open the door. Before we even step in, I spot who’s sat in there, and my heart nearly stops. ‘Chungae?’ Mija demands, and the girl looks up at us in surprise. ‘Mija, y/n. Hi,’ she says, smiling a smile that doesn’t put me at all at ease. Chungae’s a girl in LSG, Jeongyeon’s sorority, and she studies midwifery. Probably why she’s sat beside the doctor in a nurse’s outfit, wearing a visitor badge. She must be doing a bit of work experience. ‘Chungae, you didn’t tell me you knew our patient today,’ the doctor says, sounding slightly exasperated, and I feel sorry for the poor woman, unable to imagine how hard it must be working alongside one of the most annoying girls I’ve met. ‘You didn’t tell me any names,’ Chungae says indignantly, and the doctor sighs. ‘Well, you can’t be in here if you know the patient. You’ll have to go and join Dr Jung in Room 7,’ the doctor says, Chungae rising from her seat in a huff and brushing past us without a goodbye.

I look at Mija in horror once the door’s shut behind us, terrified. ‘What if she tells Jeongyeon I’m getting an abortion? She’ll tell Jimin and everyone else,’ I say, and Mija shakes her head. ‘She won’t, and even if she does, we’ll say that it was me getting the abortion. Everyone knows I’m a slag,’ Mija says, coaxing a laugh out of the doctor. ‘Don’t worry, y/n, Chungae has signed a privacy waver and so she cannot speak about the patients here. If she breaks it, she will have a criminal record and so will not get hired by any hospitals. I will remind her of this when you have left,’ the doctor says, putting my mind at ease. At least if Chungae blabs, she’ll get a lovely serving of karma. ‘Take a seat, y/n. My name is Dr Choi and I’ll be carrying out your abortion today. The process is very short and pain free due to the anaesthetic we’ll administer to you, and we’ll just keep you behind for a few hours after in order to do some tests. Am I correct in believing that Dr Jung placed a dilating tablet into your vagina around three hours ago?’ she asks, and I nod, Mija holding my hand comfortingly. ‘You are unable to have a medical abortion due to an allergy to one of the chemicals contained in mifepristone, and so we will be completing a suction aspiration abortion today. You’ve opted to have general anaesthetic rather than local anaesthetic, meaning you’ll be put asleep during the process. Is that correct?’ she asks, and I nod again, feeling the nerves kick in slightly.

‘I’ll just explain the procedure to you now, just so we’re one hundred percent sure on what’s going to happen and whether you’re definite about following through with the procedure as it is never to late to change your mind if you wish to do so. First, we will take you down to a private surgery room where you can change into your hospital robe behind a screen. You’ve selected for Kim Mija to be your companion during the process and so she will be present throughout,’ Dr Choi says, Mija wincing at the mention of her popular last name. ‘We will administer the general anaesthetic through a mask as soon as you tell us that you are ready. It will kick in after a minute or so and you will lightheaded before falling unconscious. We will then start the procedure which will begin with inserting a tube through the cervix and into the womb. We will then remove the pregnancy through suction. The procedure takes between 5 and 10 minutes and as soon as it is done, we will administer you with local anaesthetic to act as a painkiller in the cervix and then stop supplying the general anaesthesia, meaning you will wake up within the next hour. We’ll then carry out a few tests, just to check that everything is okay, and then you are free to go home. You must stay at home for 48 hours with someone with you at all times as the general anaesthesia may cause memory loss, loss of concentration or disorientation. Avoid driving, drinking and signing any legal documents for 48 hours after the procedure. Do you have any other questions?’ Dr Choi asks, my mind swimming with information. Mija squeezes my hand comfortingly, and I smile. ‘No, Doctor,’ I say, ‘I’m ready.’

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divinerot · 5 years ago

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i think that might be lysithea avery ; last time i saw her was in the slytherin common room . i heard she works as an unspeakable in the death chamber now . the twenty - one year old pure - blood apparently looks a lot like courtney eaton , though i have no idea who that is . some say she can be compelling and shrewd . although , i have heard she can also be haughty and impious . i have no idea what side she’s on , but if i had to guess , i would say death eaters .

hi i’m bailey & a lot of this is kind of open - ended bc i don’t wanna lock myself in too much / i am also just a forgetful dumb of ass , bt !! jhgfndjdjnhf i . i tried . it’s 3am , i’m tired . .. i started drafting some replies & such , bt unfortunately i don’t think i’m gonna get to them until later on simply bc my eyes are fighting me to stay open .

TW : death mention .

CHARACTER TROPES .

light is not good , badass bookworm , dark action girl , family honor , the proud elite , it amused me , sadist , mad scientist , putting on my thinking cap , kids are cruel / teens are monsters .

QUICK BACKGROUND .

one of the prestigious sacred twenty - eight , the avery’s have been renowned for many generations . the current head of family , claudien , is a potioneer , but most notably spent his own school days at hogwarts following around tom riddle — correction : the dark lord , voldemort — as ‘ inner circle ’ , later becoming one of the first knights of walpurgis / future death eaters .

born the thirtieth of april , lysithea’s father was disappointed she was not his long awaited heir . and unfortunately , the delivery was so much strain for her mother’s body that she ended up passing . despite being initially unwanted by her remaining parent , lysithea grew up well enough ; treated like any other child in their society , spoiled and rotten . eventually claudien remarried a few years after – he had high hopes his second wife would bear him sons . however those wishes fell flat as three more daughters cried out year after year , forcing themselves into the world , into this family .

no one quite knows when the shift in ideology happened , but claudien decided if he could not have what he wanted in a son , he would forge and make up for in a daughter . being the eldest , lysithea became his target .

perhaps she couldn’t traditionally carry on the family name , but she could prove a useful tool . a baby-face smeared with blood , the false purity of her white dresses contrasted against the black everyone else wore . with her signature silk ribbons , lysithea became a terror ; undoubtedly a sight to tremble before . under rosy cheeks and coy grins , a vicious and unyielding nature bloomed . cruelty came eerily natural to her , so much it even unnerved her step - mother , creating dichotomy between her and her half - sisters . it was a chaos born from boredom and a grandiose sense of self - entitlement . all because she could . all because her father nurtured her to flash sharp teeth after luring victims into a sense of security . she was raised in his image , a nightmarish testament to all his iniquity .

perfection , superiority , consistency : three main points to her father’s philosophy . ones she memorized as she watched him intently in his private potions lab , impressionable dark eyes following his every move . when lysithea turned eight , claudien took a deeper interest in guiding her to what it really meant to be part of the family : dark arts . she was excited , quickly becoming eager for more to learn . and , all things considered , it could have been worse . never once did claudien raise his wand to his daughter , as he didn’t need to . lysithea was always so willing , so wanting – ready to do as instructed , no matter the cost . from a young age , she wanted his approval and praise , but most of all she wanted his knowledge .

TIME AT HOGWARTS IN A GLANCE .

slytherin ! within moments of touching her wicked little head , the hat bellowed out her sorting . there was no surprise , most of her family had been clad green and silver as well . only a momentary falter to consider ravenclaw for the young avery , but it was unmatched how she would thrive with the serpents .

she was either too exuberant , her harsh laughter directed at another’s misfortune , or she was too silent , not speaking to anyone for days at a time . however pranks and jokes turned more severe , and her casual cruelty was something that placed many on edge . some might’ve said it was a blessing when she withdrew herself , others would’ve said it didn’t matter .

although horrid personality coupled with a pretty face aside , she was an excellent student . not even the staff who disliked her the most could deny that . she did above and beyond work in many subjects . a downfall , however , would sheepishly be her disdain of written work . she could talk about it flawlessly and she could execute it perfectly , showing a spell or potion in full action . but on parchment , she certainly left something to be desired — much to her biting chagrin . while written tests , quizzes , and exams were not her friend , she refused to give up . she would just need to get better .

lysithea often turned towards one of her favorite subjects for chaos inducing entertainment : potions . they’re only semi - poisonous , she’d say with a scoff , like being nonlethal canceled it out . it’s only putting them to sleep , she’d say with a shrug , as if it makes it justifiable . there was an empty classroom in the dungeons , presumably an older potion - mixing room . if her roommates became too bothersome , she would find herself there to brew in secret . between advanced potions and alchemy studies , lysithea picked up an interest in creating new things — but they were selfishly made for her sole benefit to torment her peers . some habits die hard , some habits don’t die at all . she was merely following in her father’s footsteps with unethical experimentation , only on a more junior scale unbeknownst to her . she wouldn’t know the full extent of anything until after her graduation . one could have also found her searching the forbidden forest if they were fast enough ; unofficial ingredients for unofficial brews came at some risk after all .

OTHER TIDBITS / INFORMATION .

really this whole thing has been tl;dr she’s really just a sadistic gremlin thanks to her father ig , but truthfully she would’ve turned out awful even without his influence .

upon graduation she received a dark mark , much to the pride of claudien .

works as an unspeakable in the death chamber , although often helps her father with potions on off days / when it comes to experimentation for lord voldemort .

her wand is blackthorn wood , wyvern skin core , hard , 9.5 inches ; a family heirloom of sorts , tracing all the way back to her great - great - great - great grandfather . she’s the first witch out of a long line of wizards to use it .

in her seventh year at hogwarts , her class list was : advanced potions , charms , transfiguration , dada , alchemy , and ghoul studies . she was also a participant in slug club and potions club since fourth / fifth year .

her patronus is nonexistent , as her true dark affiliation prevents her from casting the spell . however if she was able , it would take shape of a fox .

her astrology core four are as follows : taurus sun , capricorn moon , gemini ascendant , aquarius midheaven .

due to her mother passing during / after childbirth , lysithea could see thestrals before any activities , illicit or otherwise , had her bear witness to death .

prefers tea to coffee and has a secret sweet tooth .

moral alignment is somewhere between chaotic neutral and neutral evil .

#i couldn't find if there's an intro tag or not bt !! here we are aaaaaaa ...

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starsailorstories · 5 years ago

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I’m just posting this bc, idk, I’ve gotten tired of not posting much writing on tumblr, and I’m not sure how much of this particular storyline is in or out of vol. 2 at this point so I feel like I can post it and...probably not be spoiling anything

Backstory here for those who don’t know it: Lionna Luneia Sola (whose full name, fun fact, literally means “north star, full moon, [local] sun”) is next in line for a very high and favored noble office titled by the Hyperians (so her power is tied to the aula’s--that’s important) and was pressured into a political marriage to the daughter of a wealthy shipbuilder in response to a direct request made of her aunt by the royal family. Her wife died pretty young just by chance, leaving Lionna positioned to inherit control of a huge business on top of her political duties, and a few quinturns later her parents made an ill-fated trip to the Milky Way and were lost in space. So for the past half-turn or so she’s been panicking alone at the top of the world, putting off her official instatement as a Marchiesa of the Outer Rings. Her only real confidant is Definite, a former umbralis who was assigned to serve her when they were both young teens and now is with the rebellion. She’s still posing as her umbralis because the proximity to power is really good for the rebellion’s intelligence situation, and at this point that’s all out in the open and Lionna’s become sympathetic and is trying to leverage her position to keep Defi and her allies as safe as possible, but there’s still a lot of baggage there. Also she’s been secretly in love with her since they were kids together, but that is SO taboo and also seems a bit exploitative so she’s trying to push those feelings away somewhere convenient. ANYWAY,

Lionna climbs the Aula’s thirty-six steps, lifting the few remaining corners of her mourning-scarlet drapery that aren’t folded over Definite’s arm. She’s come as discreetly as she can manage, but by design there isn’t really a discreet way to inherit a noble office in the Rings.

Particularly when you’re late.

“You’re late,” Maximata Caliopa observes, traveling diagonally to meet her halfway up.

“I know. I got stuck at security.”

“You would think they would know who you are by now.”

“Well, rules are rules,” she says, with what she hopes is a beatific, gentle smile worthy of someone who hasn’t been making up excuses all day.

“Never were truer words spoken,” the Maximata replies, taking her hand with a ferocity that overextends her elbow and nearly takes poor Defi down. “We’re only going to have a tenth hour to run through the fine points for the ceremony.”

“I know them,” Lionna answers softly, “it isn’t my first court season.”

At the gates one porter ushers them in; another takes up the train of Lionna’s robe and points Definite to a doorway on the side. They have a single instant to exchange invisible glances as she gives her tiny hand-to-shoulder bow and disappears. “Learned by sight is not learned by core,” the Maximata rebukes as they pass the threshold. “Oh,” she adds, as if she’s just noticed the color of the sleeve she’s holding, “sorry about your parents.”

The tenth hour of preparation feels to Lionna like something she might hallucinate, if she ever gets as far as hallucinations. Seemingly cradled in a dozen glittering gold arms at once, she is kissed from bended knee like a shrine statue, drilled in verses like a child before a school exam, and prepared for the empress’s scouring purity like a traitor on death row.

“Pray, first, for alignment in the orbits. Maximata Teleonara withered in a year after she became a lady-in-waiting and the lower lumini here say it’s all because she was unworthy in our most exalted lady’s presence.”

“Sounds like the worthy have nothing to fear, then.”

“Don’t be proud, it’s best to be on the safe side. We’re all of us subject to decay in this world. There might be some little thing you’ve forgotten.”

Lionna flashes her practiced cheeky smile--voidside warmth and Jenya sparkle--and says what it will let her get away with. “And what does your all-knowing chambermaid claim Teleonara was up to, senneta?”

“Oh, she--” The goldlighted Maximata refuses to corrupt her junior’s innocence for exactly a second before she lowers her voice. “You know. She had been a bit too affectionate with a certain clone.”

She doesn’t have time to decide if that, too, is an examination: others are offering condolences as more than an afterthought, bringing up family history in appreciative tones. All avoid the subject of the house signet she is to receive, which has been quietly re-cast--its ancient counterpart presumably floats somewhere far away, drifting as the void-currents bid--whether or not it remains on a Sola scionette’s finger.

As Caliopa predicted, a satellite’s satellite--handmaid to a lady-in-waiting, she’s pretty sure--comes curtsying in and announces that the empress has requested both of their presence well before Lionna feels ready. She kneels and puts her new gloves on, as suggested, in a kind of consecrated vestibule opposite the door to the great chambers. The threats aren’t quite enough to move her to pray for her own purification--the empress, after all, can’t be anything but a very old lady behind a screen, and on the brink of doing what she most dreads, Lionna finds it hard to be afraid of her. Instead she says Ella’s forbidden prayers, for the dead, for the seafaring. She asks for Avia, who certainly strove for wisdom in a way she never could, to find herself reborn somewhere just a bit less meticulously humble--somewhere she could relax a bit. She asks for her sennamiae to tarry somewhere close, where maybe somehow they can tell her what to do. And she asks, though she suspects it’s going too far in spirit if not in letter, that she never use the power she is about to receive to harm a lesser being, even by accident, even without knowing.

Past the high polished doors and curtains of onyx beads that announce the boundaries between mundane and royal, the unnatural hush and cleanliness of the city is total. Guards and gold-trailing courtiers--favorites of the dynasty, elevated to proximal splendor--seem to float over their reflections in the floor, engaged in brief meetings of shoulders and hands that, while no sound or light is exchanged in their courses, manage to look significant. If it weren’t for the clear aisle laid across the floor, which they avoid, and the grand principa with a representative of the praeceptorate on her arm at the end of it, it might seem she has no particular role in this scene at all.

The empress is perfectly invisible. The enormous screen at the back of the room, with its Syfrae glyphs and sun lilies, stands for her, like brass circles for the goddesses in an Aivuran temple. Her presence presumably affords the hush, the courtiers, the guards, the officials, and all the other bits--but otherwise it casts no radiance. She cannot even see her light.

It’s a relief, though she imagines for some it’s a disappointment. Where the aisle dead ends she sinks to her knees, pressing her folded hands to the floor the way she watched her wife do many times before her various relatives. This is how it feels, she thinks for an instant, and then immediately takes it back. A person’s place is more than a gesture, more than its trappings and symbols--more than its glyphs and sun lilies, more than its courtiers and guards.

Isn’t it?

The grand principa extends her hand; Lionna takes it, at light-level, between both her own. With the aula’s protocols of silence and obscurity at their deepest, homage is given wordlessly and taken with a nod. She closes her eyes and feels the principa’s other hand cross over to slide the signet ring over her thumb. She feels the covered stinger at her wrist catch, just briefly, on her sleeve as she straightens it. With a second nod the posture is dismissed. At last she raises--partly--the dense red lace that covers her face.

The little rhombus of lacquer takes only an instant to apply, from a tiny brush in the praeceptor’s hand, over top of her old First Daughter fiddlehead. She hasn’t been expecting to be regenerated atom by atom, but it’s certainly faster, softer, and less of a shift than she’s assumed. Becoming a Marchiesa, it turns out, feels exactly like coming of age, finishing school, and getting married: like absolutely nothing.

Suddenly she wants to scream. To break the silence irreparably, into a million shards. It isn’t that she didn’t walk in disenchanted, but the layers of forced profundity feel, now, personally insulting. How dare they set this, any of it, her, apart, when everything was so sickeningly random, when anyone wearing any ring could die.

She places her hands and bows, a second time, in gratitude. She rises slowly, she takes even steps; eyes fixed forward on the shrine at the end of the hall. When she reaches it she stops, feeling the stares hit her shoulders one by one, and stays frozen until the doors are closed.

And still without a word, she runs.

It seems as if nobody stands in her way, but somebody must have noted her flight, because Definite waits at the door for her. She pulls her behind with a toss of her head--their familiar way, touching without touching--and clears the steps before anyone can breathe a word of congratulation to her. She is too fast for the valets; she finds her little ship in the long line by the violets twining up the nose. Before the lacquer is dry, they are together with their ragged breathing, shrieking over the rings in the voidward direction of home.

#sweet chariot #vol. 2 #lionna #definite #the aula

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dcmvns · 6 years ago

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bill skarsgård. cismale. he/him. ／ damon stenström just pulled up blasting real life by the weeknd— that song is so them! you know, for a twenty-seven year old ceo, i’ve heard they’re really -narcissistic, but that they make up for it by being so +savvy. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say a freshly-engraved solid gold desk plate, gaunt cheekbones and cold eyes, a tailor-fitted name brand suit worn only once. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble!

hello angels ! it me, lainie, coming @ u with another one of my babies about whomst u can find some backstory below and other such Necessary Info for plotting:

trigger warnings: death, suicide, murder mention, drug use

damon was born a first and only child in stockholm, sweden, to an extremely wealthy family, his father being the ceo of an internationally-successful energy supply company that had been taken over from his father. growing up, damon was always vaguely aware that he was supposed to be next in line when his father retired, but as a kid it never interested him much and not only was it rare to catch him asking his father questions about the business, it was more or less infrequent that they were caught spending time together at all. he was an independent and highly entitled child, soft only for his mother who spoiled him rotten.

he was 12 years old when the company expanded to north america and damon’s father decided to move them to manhattan. it was supposed to be the company’s new headquarters and on top of that, damon’s paternal uncle was already living there. and while his dad and his uncle got along decently well ( as far as anyone was aware, at least ), damon himself did not. it had always been bad blood ( the reason for which being damon’s birthright, though he didn’t figure this out until he was older ), but living in the same city now managed to exacerbate things. that on top of his tendency toward rebellion led to a highly unstable lifestyle. damon’s mother usually defended his adolescent outbursts and ceaselessly stood up for him even when it meant spending absurd amounts of money to cover up embarrassing stories from leaking to the press. damon spent his high school years partying, doing drugs, and finding his way from one bed to the next, and his family paid through the wallet.

suicide tw // it was at 19, however, that things changed. far sooner than he’d expected, his father pulled him aside one day to talk to him about the future of the company and damon’s role in it. distant they’d always been, but his father was adamant his son be the one to take over one day. it wasn’t this rare show of emotion, however, that won damon over–it was the idea of the alternative his father put in his head: namely, his uncle taking the reigns instead. the timing of all this certainly struck damon as odd but he couldn’t figure out why until a week later, when his father was found dead in his bedroom with a bullet in his head.

suicide tw // there was no note, and before damon could blink his uncle had pointed a convincing finger and he was being carted off to a cell on suspicion of murder. the fact that his father had just a week ago gotten him to decide he wanted to take over the family business didn’t look good, but after 72 hours he was released when it was officially ruled a suicide. there was no substantial evidence to make a case, yet that didn’t stop damon’s uncle from making his views on the subject perfectly clear. in spite of that and in spite of the public talk over whether or not he really had killed his father and gotten away with it now as head of the company, damon stepped into his position as ceo just before his 20th birthday.

he knew next to nothing and relied solely on his quick logic and ability to intimidate much older inferiors into taking him seriously to get through the first six months to a year, after which he truly began to settle into his job. behind the scenes he’s still prone to getting up to his rich kid bullshit, but he keeps a relatively squeaky clean image for the public.

he’s 27 now, so he’s been at it about 7 years and has a thoroughly tight grip on the reigns at this point. at least he thinks he does. there’s plenty of dirty dealings that keep the company running which hadn’t been in place when his father was in charge, but he’s successfully kept all of that a secret.

as far as his personality goes, he’s your typical detached, entitled trust fund baby handed the world on a silver platter as well as a job as ceo of a multinational company. he’s got a bit of a god complex but is more than capable of coming off as charming when he needs to be. has a little bit of a swedish accent, particularly when he’s worked up and yelling. uses and abuses his six foot five stature and resting death glare to get what he wants.

still wildly fucked up about his dad, but will not under any circumstances talk about it except to reiterate that he did not, in fact, kill him. is a 10000% mama’s boy but that’s……..not something he shows the public either yeugdhusjs

if he was FORCED to put a label on his sexuality it would be pansexual but he rly hates the idea of putting something like that in a box. he just........sleeps with whoever catches his eye BUT he’s also careful about not letting any of his Escapades become public so he’s also relatively choosy about it unless he’s whacked out of his mind on drugs

i literally edited this and it’s still a rambly mess but i’ll tell u what!!!!!!!! it is what it is and im washing my hands of this come hmu if u wanna plot or like this and i will appear in ur dms at some point !!! also plot ideas below

wanted connections

someone with whom he’s done DIRTY DEALINGS for his company!!!! could be someone else who runs a company or just someone who might have had something he needed (eg connections)

the above but with the added Spice of blackmail

one or two people he’s actually close with!!!!

a pr relationship / any kind of pr stuff tbh he’s always trying to do things that’ll help his image given how shaky it’s always been bc of the way he started out

an ex or two who definitely ended on bad terms, either him breaking up with them bc he’s him and got bored or they broke up w him bc he’s......him ateyrgjdhsa

endless hookups and one night stands and endless possibilities for angst

people he’s hardcore led on who probably despise him now

SOMEONE who’s like a little brother/sister to him??? that he’s very protective over and soft for and like....they’re one of the only people who can talk sense into him when he’s being Too Insane

please just all kinds of enemies he’s so Cold it’s so easy to hate him

uhhhHHHHH people who remember the scandal about his dad and think he’s guilty !!!

#excessintro #me? writing a coherent intro? its less likely than u think #smoking tw #for thee gif

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casworan · 6 years ago

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❝ pride was fed to him from a silver spoon and now that he’s grown up, he’s grabbed the spoon and fed his ego some more. ❞ THOMAS HAYES? No, that’s actually CASWORAN ROWLE. Only EIGHTEEN years old, this SLYTHERIN alumni works as a PHILANTHROPIST and is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. HE identifies as A CIS MAN and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be SNOBBISH, ENTITLED, and CRUEL but also DISCIPLINED, METICULOUS and CHARISMATIC.

LINKS: stats, pinboard, playlist. CHARACTER PARALLELS: schmidt (new girl), henry winter (the secret history), alistair ryle (the riot club), chad radwell (scream queens), chad charming (descendants) --- (how are two of these named chad wtf) HELLO uh just a heads up that i donut condone any of the behaviour this shithole throws into the world. yikes! also there’s some triggers in here for abuse and terminal illness, but they will be marked <3

history

let’s get one thing straight --- emrick rowle and hemera rosier did not love each other when they married each other and they knew about it. they both agreed that their marriage was a good choice, a smart move, that it would benefit both and --- well, they both had ambition streaming through their veins, so the choice was made easily. they married, for political reasons, for money, but absolutely not for love.

casworan was born a year into their marriage and was the perfect son. he wasn’t given a welsh name like so many rowles before him had, but a cornish one, celebrating hemera’s mother’s cornish ancestry.

casworan means one who is powerful in battle, which emrick liked. he wanted a soldier, a pawn, a piece in his great chess match that was the world.

cas is a cousin to genie, wes and lo, and also to seren on his mother’s side.

and casworan’s parents might not love each other, they did love him. his mother’s love was doting and smothering, but genuine and unconditional. his father’s was conditional, and based on expectations and constantly changing from hot to cold. emrick raised casworan to the perfect heir, the perfect son, the perfect pawn.

emrick rowle is a strategist, but also a coward. he uses his money and influence to pull strings behind the scenes, but is never the one to publicly call the shots. casworan is his son, but he’s also ... another piece in the game. he’s the person who’ll pick up where he left off, and emrick won’t leave everything to someone he does not trust and respect.

hemera is evan rosier’s daughter, by the way, and by no means a sweetheart, but a better parent. compared to emrick, the standard is quite low but still --- she is a better parent, and casworan is a complete momma’s boy.

so casworan grows up --- spoiled dirty and loved by both parents. he learns languages (french and kernowek from his mother, latin and english grammar and such from a tutor), learns to play the violin, learns about his family’s history and legacy and how it intertwines with the rest of the history of the wizarding world, learns about blood purity and how one day he and his parents will rise above all the unworthy members of their society. he takes it all up and questions nothing, both because he has no reason to, and because his parents are convincing.

abuse tw (verbal and physical) // that’s not to say life was perfect. there was always a certain coldness at home. the lack of love between cas’ parents was clear to him from a young age, and it’s quite a strange thing, when your parents don’t seem to love each other but dont have any issue with it. there was no room for failure at home, no room for toeing the line. his father’s words could go from praising and prideful to harsh and cruel in seconds, his hands hard and unforgiving. casworan learned to keep his back straight and work harder and to swallow whatever anger he felt. he listened to every word that came from his father’s lips and took them in as truth and never questioned the way things were. end of tw

casworan went to hogwarts at age eleven ( he’d seen the castle before, of course --- he’d visited hogsmeade plenty of times before with his mother ) and was sorted into slytherin there. it was an easy sorting --- there were not many non-slytherin qualities the hat saw, besides maybe a sense of loyalty and a hunger for learning but cas’ cunning, shrewdness and ambition outweighed everything.

hogwarts came easy to casworan. he was a good learner and knew plenty of people from his life before school -- people who ran in the same circles. to branch out wasn’t something he felt he needed to do, with a few exception here or there ( for either particularly skilled people or other purebloods he didn’t know yet ). casworan likes learning, values his education and was, well, a nerd. a hardworking student. was in a few clubs too, i’m sure --- i will get back on that when i have it figured out for plotting purposes!

terminal illness tw // in casworan’s third year, his mother fell ill. it was a genetic disease, an incurable one, one that soon left her weakened and bedbound and tired. his father’s response wasn’t to stick to her side --- they didn’t love each other after all, and in all honesty, hemera didn’t want him on her side either --- but to flee in stead. his involvement in shady dealings grew and he retreated to the city more and more for work. casworan ... well, didn’t respond very well.

abuse tw // he raged. he cried and raged and kicked against his father’s shins and demanded that he solved this because, well, the world had always given casworan exactly what he wanted, and when he got something he absolutely did not want, the one person he could blame was his father. he acted like a child because he was one, and his mother was going to die, and his father broke the news in such a cold way that he couldn’t help but rage. his tantrum was met with cold eyes and the same cruelty cas had felt before.

this was when a seed of hate for his father started to grow, something he’d never even dared to feel before. it’s still growing to this day. end of abuse tw //

a family friend moved in to help his mother, and they got a second house elf and life changed, thigns shifted. casworan learned what it was to feel out of control and well, he didn’t like it one bit. he’s entitled and spoiled and used to getting everything he wants and this situation is something he has absolutely no say in and it drives him mad. rather than give him some perspective, it just makes him act more entitled and controlling in the rest of his life. end of terminal illness tw //

so cas makes his way through hogwarts, acting like an entitled twat, hanging with his lads, having a laff here and there and earning a whole lot of NEWTs. he had no qualms sharing his world views or sharing his entitled nature, here and there showing a more violent and cruel streak. casworan is a bully, an elitist prick, someone who looks down on most people.

when the war breaks out, well --- he’s quick to sign up. he believes in the cause, of course, and there’s no other option, really. he’s been prepped for this life. this is what he was made to do. he doesn’t even consider not joining. and so he joins and feels pride and power and a thirst to proof everyone around him that he’s the motherfucking shit. what an IDIOT.

besides his death eater life, cas is mostly focused on maintaining his image. like his father, he works hard on things like charity and philanthropy, so his name appears in the newspaper linked with good news almost exclusively. he’s picky, of course, about the causes he works for ----- things related to education, he genuinely works for, but there’s also some questionable things he donates to.

and then besides that, cas is mostly focused on enjoying life. getting drunk or high out of his mind, fucking shit up with the lads, having a good old time because guess what? the world is his to own and ruin, and he won’t stop at nothing. he’s entitled and obnoxious, but he always pays and tips well and sees absolutely no issues with his behaviour. he can’t wait for the world to become even more his as the war progresses.

personality & tidbits

...... an asshole.

no literally he’s such an asshole. he’s so fucking used to the world catering to his ugly needs and getting everything he wants and he’s so entitled and such an ASSHOLE.

someone please punch him

anyway --- he likes Extra things. velvet and silk and rich fabrics and leather shoes and accessories with snake themes and polo shirts and ... he dresses like a frat boy, but then mixed with wizarding fashion

ugly.

pretentious and snobbish to a fault. wants nothing but the best and is used to the best. would often complain about the house elves and their quality of food at hogwarts, because his house elves were much better cooks, they had been trained in france after all!!!

kind of hates his name and prefers to go by cas at all times, and i dont blame him

has daddy and mommy issues lmao !!!

capitalist right wing scum, tbh. would have voted trump and brexit and all that shit if he was a real person. I HATE HIM SO MUUUUUCHHHHHHH.

“if youre poor, thats your own fault!”

he is literally the worst person

i hate-write this character its a load of fun

he loves his hair lmao

plays the violin and generally likes classical music? a snob, i told yall. also likes other music, let me figure it out pls thanks

okay let’s talk about some of his better sides because so far all ive done is drag this kid and thats reasonable, but ... he’s got some good things, i guess.

he’s a good friend. like, if you’re his mate, you’re his mate for life (or until you turn your back, which is when he will feel hurt and will hurt u back yike!). he’ll be there for u Big Time. not good at emotional support, but good at sitting with a glass of wine/whiskey and talking/listening. will finance u if u need it (he doesnt like poor ppl but makes an exception for friends i guess?). will punch someone for u.

he ... does really value education? he would just like to see hogwarts change around bc there’s so much unnecessary shit (read: muggleborn students and subjects like muggle studies and divination). but yeah, he rly thinks that learning is important and that u have to ~broaden your mind ( but not too much ofc )

he is pretty family oriented, and rn he’s of course 18 so that’s not a big thing, but he’d be a ... proper dad? i think? he rly wants a big fam eventually

still a dick

good dueller and generally a pretty skilled wizard which is a bummer :/

loves partying and getting drunk out of his mind and then breaking stuff that isnt his, very riot club like

idk what else to say but HE IS AN ASSHOLE.

#iidyintro #yikes tm

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oceansborn-blog · 6 years ago

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intros: next gen verse, pt. 1

ALICE LONGBOTTOM: seventh year, hufflepuff, head student, halfblood, cis female, she/ her. fc: milena tscharntke. pinterest.

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alice is like... very nurturing, honestly. she likes to be there for people and take care of them -- they come first, in her mind, and she comes second. definitely considers most people around her more important than herself -- she doesn’t have a bad self-confidence, really, but putting herself first isn’t something she’d think of?

even from first year she’d be the kid others could come to if they couldn’t sleep and she’d make them some tea and stay up with them

favourite subjects are care of magical creatures & herbology -- just loves everything about nature and all the creatures in it

her room at home is full of plants & she joined the herbology club at hogwarts as soon as she could so she could help out in the greenhouses; makes her feel like home and less homesick, though having her siblings and parents at hogwarts now definitely helps

her tag is ‘steady flame’ which i tend to think pretty suitable for her -- she’s not a bright, roaring wildfire or anyone that sticks out particularly much, but she’s steady in her light and her love and she’s always there to provide some comfort

always tries her hardest in her classes but if she has to help a friend out that takes precedence -- she cares about her grades but not as much as helping people, so if she needs to skip out on revising more for a test to comfort a friend, she will

takes her prefect responsibilities quite seriously and now her head student ones, but isn’t a stickler for the rules in the sense that she always tries to understand the reason behind why a student got in trouble and if exceptions should be made

her biggest passion is dragons and they have been her favourite animal since she was a kid her heart just !!!! soars when she thinks of them

her dream job is to be a dragonologist but she hasn’t really... committed to it because she’s like... afraid of leaving home? she doesn’t want to be somewhere else if people need her? in a way ig she considers herself a bit more important than she is -- people will be fine if she moves elsewhere, the world will not fall apart, people will be happy for her -- but simultaneously she’s afraid to leave if like. nothing changes when she’s gone? and she’s not as important and necessary here as she thought? idk she has Conflicted emotions so her solution rn is just to let that dream remain just a dream

hopefully she’ll get her act together and go for it one day

but rn she’s considering a herbologist career instead even tho her heart is yelling at her to work with dragons

AISLINN FINNIGAN-THOMAS: seventh year, hufflepuff, vampire, cis female, she/ her. fc: inbar lavi. pinterest.

bde: big dumbass energy

chaotic horny

kind of spoiled in the sense that she has both her dads wrapped around her little finger and kind of... charms her way into avoiding punishment?

gets away with a lot of shit she shouldn’t and has since she was a kid

maybe that’s why she’s such a disaster now! whom knows

was sorted into hufflepuff not so much because she admires or embodies the traits, necessarily, but because hufflepuff takes the rest and she really couldn’t fit anywhere else

she’s really just here to have a good time and wants to accomplish that in any way possible

she’s really... not interested in anything that doesn’t involve having fun. schoolwork? serious matters? will gladly ignore!

she Loves her friends and family but might not be the best person to always turn to for emotional support? or ever gfhsjd. her strategy for anything painful is ignore, ignore, ignore! and that tends to be her advice to others. she’s for sure nice to turn to if you want to distract yourself and do something fun, but in terms of actually discussing things and trying to process them? really not the right gal

‘mate, am genuinely jus here for a laff x’ in a person

gets into A Lot of stupid and reckless and dangerous situations just because she’s a person who tends to follow any half-rotten idea she gets. could be seen as brave, i suppose, since she’s not really scared of much --- but it’s more because she doesn’t think about it or linger on what consequences could come long enough to actually get scared

really doesn’t have an ambitious bone in her body. she’s never been one to even plan a week ahead but just lives her life a day at a time. teachers might try to get her to settle on a career and plan for it but she’ll just say a goal and by the next meeting drop another random career that she has no intention of trying for. probably drives them up the wall

does just well enough to scrape by in her classes so her parents can’t complain but no more than that

makes a lot of bad decisions, especially if she’s drunk

key example: deciding that knockturn alley seemed like a good place for a hookup and went there late at night, alone, and drunk as hell

did not find a hookup, but a vampire found her

woke up the next day feeling like absolute shite and with a very obvious bite that aislinn in true dumbass fashion thought was the ugliest hickey in the world

really hasn’t.... processed being a vampire? she’s like eh! can be ignored! i’m not emotionally and spiritually a vampire which is all that matters!

insists on still doing stuff she can no longer do, like eat a shit ton of garlic bread and lie out in the sun when she’s fucking nocturnal now

she’s quite sweet but her disaster energy brings a lot of stress to the logical people in her life

ISABELLA POTTER: fifth year, ravenclaw, disaster, halfblood, cis female, she/ her. fc: lana condor. pinterest.

she’s like the really trashy love child of leslie knope and ben wyatt?? mostly their bad sides lmao??? she too would be referred to as a human disaster on national tv

she’s a descendant of the part of the potter family that moved to america ages ago, so until she transferred to hogwarts in her fourth year she didn’t know the other potters?? like obviously she knew of them what with harry saving the wizarding world and all, but they hadn’t met each other before. she’s an only child with no close cousins so like meeting the potters and the huge fam that comes with them was kind of like ………………… wait what for her and she’s still like??? doubt we’re actually related sorry can’t live up to you all

but yeah it was just her & her parents growing up and she was quite close to them when she was younger, but her dad is a politician ( now the president of the magical congress of the us ) and her mother is a healer, and they’re both just really ambitious, hardworking people so they didn’t have a lot of time to dedicate to their home life?? and when isa went off to boarding school they drifted further apart, so at this point they honestly don’t know each other that well?? and tbh they’re not bad parents per say, if you don’t count how focused on their careers they are rather than supporting her, it’s just that they’re both so focused and confident i don’t think they ever consider that isa might,,, not be?? and she really, really isn’t.

her self-worth is so low and confidence is basically nonexistent, and when she’s nervous or struggling a lot with anxiety she tends to ramble a lot, which her parents just interpreted as her being talkative rather than there being an underlying reason for it, and basically there was just… a lot of misunderstanding between them? like isa still loves them, but whenever she was home she just didn’t feel good, and she hates herself for it because they are good people, but she just doesn’t know how to change that??

somehow did not end up nearly as charismatic or smart or anything as her parents tho and is just a mess™ so she mostly introduces herself only with her first name and tries to like not think of the fact that that her dad held such an important position bc she doesn’t want to bring more embarrassment to the family than she already has lmao

she really wants to make her parents proud and everything and tries to behave properly she’s just ??? failing epically. always finds a way to embarrass herself and put her foot in her mouth and once it happens her pride kicks in and she just makes it worse and worse because she can’t just admit that she did something wrong so she just continues to dig her own grave like every second conversation it’s amusing to watch but she’s just a tragic mess

with her father being the president and her mother out there literally saving lives she was like i gotta do something good with mine!!! she doesn't see becoming an author as good enough in comparison, so she's gonna study to become a healer like her mom after she graduates but like,,, it’s so not the right career choice for her, she'll probably would dropp up halfway through training

when anything remotely bad happens she’s like this is THE worst thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life and i cannot show my face ever again so basically,,, the ppl in her life are probably used to her Dramatic self by now. tho i guess now that there is an actual apocalypse going on, everything sort of is the worst thing that’s ever happened in her life?? anyways

when it comes down to it isa is just a mess™ who just. gets into embarrassing situations Constantly because she never shuts up. she is often awkward and anxious and always puts her foot in her mouth and once that happens her pride kicks in and she just makes it worse and worse because she just can’t admit that she did something wrong so she just continues to dig her own grave like every second conversation. amusing to watch but a terror for herself she’s just a tragic mess who Cannot shut up for two seconds

her mouth just runs on it’s own and her brain struggles to keep up so she just says weird shit sometimes

it is honestly a surprise she hasn’t run off to live in the woods and write trashy romance novels yet

that’s genuinely a thought she has daily djhasg she loves her family so much so she wouldn’t but like. she thinks she should not be allowed to talk with other people because she Will fuck it up and she’s proven that again and again

lowkey terrified of actually falling in love despite how often she gushes about it and just runs away at the thought. quite literally. she will ramble and then run as fast as she can she’s gotta GO

VERA WOOD-KRUM: fifth year, gryffindor, broom racing mess, halfblood, cis female, she/ her. fc: brittany o’grady.

vera is entirely her fathers’ daughter and that becomes clear to everyone who has heard of them like .5 seconds after meeting her

she is Loud and she Will Not be stopped!!

so yeah she’s the daughter of viktor and oliver, and at this point they’re even more iconic than they were when they were younger tbh. even their ‘love story’ is pretty famous around the wizarding world, their rivals-to-eventual-friends-to-lovers story touching many, not to mention being one of the first openly gay couples in the quidditch sphere

vera will always argue they’re the most iconic couple at the very least in the quidditch world but also probably in the wizarding world but lbr she is Biased

she has three siblings, a younger brother named max who is... probably in his second year at this point i wanna say, and two older siblings, katya & alex, who are a bit closer in age to her. oliver and viktor used surrogate mothers and mixed sperm and have their kids, and yeah long story short vera is fiercely loyal to her family and would highkey die for them. 10/10 always ready to fight for them if someone talks shit

very grateful for her family and her happy upbringing and they mean more to her than anything in the world

obviously comes from a very quidditch centred family, and tho neither of her parents would force their kids into any career, they did have her join a little league quidditch team as a kid to encourage a healthy lifestyle and bc it’s their favourite sport in the world lbr. vera started out as a chaser but the coach decided to switch her position to seeker because he thought it would be a more suitable position --- which it definitely was, only more so than intended. her time in the little league quidditch team made her realise her intense love for broom racing, and she quickly lost interest in the actual game, racing off the pitch before quickly crashing and being brought back by the coaches fgjgdsfjhs

has been set on becoming a professional broom racer since she was a kid, basically, and is as obsessed with that as oliver is with quidditch --- if not more. like father, like daughter fjhsdgfhjs

basically all her birthday and christmas wishes since then has been related to it, whether for broom polish or workout clothes or books on the matter, even sometimes wishing from brooms when a new version was released

always makes sure to keep up with the latest news regarding anything from brooms to quidditch

anytime one of her fathers went to diagon alley, she would hound them into bringing her so she could hang out in broomstix, overtime annoying the old owner into liking her LMAO, becoming something like the granddaughter he never had

she worked there over summer and helps out a bit now during christmas break as well

but yeah vera was sorted into gryffindor like .2 seconds after the sorting hat touched her head HFJSDGFJS she was so far from a headstall it’s ridiculous

she takes after oliver a lot which i think is one of the first things ( and sometimes only if they don’t get to know her ) people notice about her --- she’s vivacious and loud and dramatic and incredibly competitive and is absolutely ridiculous, most of the time, especially when it comes for the lengths she’ll go to when it comes to broom racing. but she holds viktor’s kindness and loving nature at her core and she has quite a fixed

definitely wouldn’t be wrong to call her a daredevil, one of the things she loves about broom racing is flying around obstacles and how wrong it can go if she’s not good enough gjhdsgfj

has been in and out of both the hospital wing and st. mungo’s many, many times for a sixteen-year-old

her whole family is very supportive of her dreams which she is So grateful for, partly because they just want to see her succeed and be happy but also to reduce the amount of injuries she gets hsdhjfgs viktor especially trains her a lot with his seeker experience in mind, a role which her older siblings took on when she started hogwarts

that said, the wood-krum siblings are just as likely to encourage each other to get into trouble as to help each other so she ends up in trouble a lot hjsdghfj she Loves it tho all the professors probably think she is a pain in the ass, albeit a charming one

vera always tries to get around hogwarts by broomstick or longboard so like. rip in peace to the rest of hogwarts’ inhabitants bc the amount of detentions she gets doesn’t face her, she is set in her ways

#( verse: next gen. )#( intros. )#i genuinely just #copy pasted two of these LMAO #i was gonna do more but i figured maybe it's easier to spread them out in several posts

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