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hollowed-theory-hall · 1 month ago

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your post on harry’s handwriting was an eye-opener for me! ik his writing resembled his mother some and is decent overall, but i’ve never seen pics of it!

idk where the horde of fanfic writers came up with the weird notion that harry has bad/chicken scratch handwriting, which triggers me every. time. they make out his handwriting to be messy, his eating habits sloppy, his speech behaviour bumbling, his appearance unkempt, and that he’s rather messy as a person. which boggles the mind, because he’s used to cleaning up after the dursleys and probably enjoys an orderly space, if not super spic and span??? is it only certain fandoms, cuz they make the other character(s) all elegance personified and well-mannered? like, harry already is a well-mannered boy, otherwise petunia would’ve been tutting, clucking, and dying of shame even more before the nieghbours lmaoo. idk whether to cry or laugh, and sometimes it’s such a turn-off that i choose to rage quit fics.

please, if you have the time, i would love a thorough breakdown/meta on how harry actually comes across as a person!

Okay, I have so much to say about this. And omg, Harry's chicken scratch handwriting is one of my pet peeves in fics (here's the handwriting post, btw). Harry's characterization when done wrong in general, tbh is a huge turn-off for me. Becouse I love Harry, he's my boy.

So, what we're gonna look at is how other characters in the books perceive Harry, how he comes across in universe to people who can't read his mind (like we can, as the readers).

I'll start with a general note about how most characters in the books don't really know Harry. This is mostly because Harry, contrary to fanon interpretations, is a very private person and rarely talks about himself/his feelings/his thoughts out loud. This is a habit I believe was ingrained into him by the Dursleys.

Like, I mentioned in the past Harry doesn't talk as much as other characters. Scenes of the trio usually consist of mostly Ron and Hermione talking, for example. This is not becouse he doesn't have thoughts (he's quite judgmental inside his head, and we know he has a lot to say), but becouse he's used to not voicing a lot of them thanks to the Dursleys.

This essay turned out pretty long, but here we go:

How do others see Harry?

Harry comes off as confident. Harry is a defiant and courageous person, and this often comes off as confidence to other people. It's why Snape thinks Harry is arrogant and why most students are always sure Harry meant to do what he did. They think he has shit together because he comes off like he does:

Harry stayed silent. Snape was trying to provoke him into telling the truth. He wasn’t going to do it. Snape had no proof — yet. “How extraordinarily like your father you are, Potter,” Snape said suddenly, his eyes glinting. “He too was exceedingly arrogant. A small amount of talent on the Quidditch field made him think he was a cut above the rest of us too. Strutting around the place with his friends and admirers . . . The resemblance between you is uncanny.” “My dad didn’t strut,” said Harry, before he could stop himself. “And neither do I.”

(PoA, Ch14)

Snape sees Harry as arrogant, when in fact Harry is just defiant and intelligent.

“But you’ve been too busy saving the Wizarding world,” said Ginny, half laughing. “Well ... I can’t say I’m surprised. I knew this would happen in the end. I knew you wouldn’t be happy unless you were hunting Voldemort. Maybe that’s why I like you so much.”

(HBP, Ch30)

Ginny (and other characters) believe he likes to save the wizarding world. That he is this confident hero and savior. I mean, they believe her lie about the tattoo, which says a lot:

and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it’s true you’ve got a hippogriff tattooed across your chest.” Ron and Hermione both roared with laughter. Harry ignored them. “What did you tell her?” “I told her it’s a Hungarian Horntail,” said Ginny, turning a page of the newspaper idly. “Much more macho.”

(HBP, Ch25)

Harry doesn't see himself as leader material, but it's clear everyone else does:

“I think we ought to elect a leader,” said Hermione. “Harry’s leader,” said Cho at once, looking at Hermione as though she were mad, and Harry’s stomach did yet another back flip. “Yes, but I think we ought to vote on it properly,” said Hermione, unperturbed. “It makes it formal and it gives him authority. So — everyone who thinks Harry ought to be our leader?” Everybody put up their hands, even Zacharias Smith, though he did it very halfheartedly. “Er — right, thanks,” said Harry, who could feel his face burning.

(OotP, Ch18)

Neville Longbottom, who gave a roar of delight, leapt down from the mantelpiece and yelled. “I knew you’d come! I knew it, Harry!”

(DH, Ch28)

“Look who it is! Didn’t I tell you?” As Harry emerged into the room beyond the passage, there were several screams and yells: “HARRY!” “It’s Potter, it’s POTTER!” “Ron!” “Hermione!” [...] “Are you all right, Harry?” Neville was saying. “Want to sit down? I expect you’re tired, aren’t—?” “No,” said Harry. He looked at Ron and Hermione, trying to tell them without words that Voldemort has just discovered the loss of one of the other Horcruxes. Time was running out fast: If Voldemort chose to visit Hogwarts next, they would miss their chance. “We need to get going,” he said, and their expression told him that they understood. “What are we going to do, then, Harry?” asked Seamus. “What’s the plan?” “Plan?” repeated Harry. He was exercising all his willpower to prevent himself succumbing again to Voldemort’s rage: His scar was still burning. “Well, there’s something we—Ron, Hermione, and I—need to do, and then we’ll get out of here.” Nobody was laughing or whooping anymore. Neville looked confused.

(DH, Ch29)

Everyone expected Harry in DH to have a plan of attack the moment he arrived because that's how he acts. Even in the above scene, he's in terrible pain from his scar, but the others don't see it. What they see is a Harry who looks exhausted but says no to rest because there's work to be done and they expect this of him. They see someone fearless and capable with a plan who could lead them, but this isn't what we see because we're inside his head.

How Harry doesn't speak much and acts overall quite distant, as in, he actively avoids the girls who fancy him:

Then he blinked and looked around: He was surrounded by mesmerized girls. “Hi, Harry!” said a familiar voice from behind him. “Neville!” said Harry in relief, turning to see a round-faced boy struggling toward him

(HBP, Ch7)

And he only has two close friends and barley knows the other students in his year. Most students only know Harry Potter from the stories, rumors, and Dumbledore's end-of-the-year speeches about his heroism. They have no clue who the real Harry is — so they expect the hero they do hear about.

He stands his ground a lot (again, defiance):

Harry turned to McLaggen to tell him that, most unfortunately, Ron had beaten him, only to find McLaggen’s red face inches from his own. He stepped back hastily. “His sister didn’t really try,” said McLaggen menacingly. There was a vein pulsing in his temple like the one Harry had often admired in Uncle Vernon’s. “She gave him an easy save.” “Rubbish,” said Harry coldly. “That was the one he nearly missed.”

(HBP, Ch11)

And more often than not, he does so coldly and calmly. A lot of his more fiery anger is a sign of trauma with Harry, his baseline anger reaction is cold.

All of this adds to him appearing to others as controlled, confident, and like he has everything together and could never have any issues. He comes off as this bigger than life person to most people. Snape isn't the only one who reads Harry's behavior as confident. But it's actually far from the truth.

We, as the readers, see how depressed Harry is. How lowly he thinks of himself and how much he doesn't think of himself as anything special when he very clearly is. But the fact he doesn't say any of it and has mastered the skill of acting cold and like everything is fine when he literally wants to die at the age of 5, no one knows. Even Ron and Hermione didn't truly realize the full extent of Harry's low self-worth until 5th year.

The other students are shocked to see Harry as angry as he is in book 5 because he's often way more controlled and well-mannered than that. They're used to seeing him cold and quiet, not firey. Most of his fire stays inside his head unless he's really angry or emotional in general (or traumatized):

Professor Umbridge sat down behind her desk again. Harry, however, stood up. Everyone was staring at him; Seamus looked half-scared, half-fascinated. “Harry, no!” Hermione whispered in a warning voice, tugging at his sleeve, but Harry jerked his arm out of her reach. “So, according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord, did he?” Harry asked, his voice shaking. There was a collective intake of breath from the class, for none of them, apart from Ron and Hermione, had ever heard Harry talk about what had happened on the night that Cedric had died. They stared avidly from Harry to Professor Umbridge

(OotP, Ch12)

The shock of the other students, I believe, is because of what he's saying, yes, but it's also because Harry is behaving very unlike him here. He usually doesn't shout at teachers or anyone, really. He rarely speaks in classes actually.

And regarding his confidence, everyone, Ron and Hermione included, was sure Harry is super skilled and that that's how he evaded Voldemort:

“You don’t know what it’s like! You — neither of you — you’ve never had to face him, have you? You think it’s just memorizing a bunch of spells and throwing them at him, like you’re in class or something? The whole time you know there’s nothing between you and dying except your own — your own brain or guts or whatever — like you can think straight when you know you’re about a second from being murdered, or tortured, or watching your friends die — they’ve never taught us that in their classes, what it’s like to deal with things like that — and you two sit there acting like I’m a clever little boy to be standing here, alive, like Diggory was stupid, like he messed up — you just don’t get it, that could just as easily have been me, it would have been if Voldemort hadn’t needed me —” “We weren’t saying anything like that, mate,” said Ron, looking aghast. “We weren’t having a go at Diggory, we didn’t — you’ve got the wrong end of the —” He looked helplessly at Hermione, whose face was stricken.

(OotP, Ch15)

They didn't for a second think he wasn't confident in his own abilities because Harry acts in a way that comes off as confident and capable. It's why everyone so easily accepts him as a leader under various circumstances. He acts level-headed while he's terrified, so everyone thinks he knows what he's doing except Harry (and the reader). Ron and Hermione had zero doubts Harry's skill was a big part of why he survived book 4, it's only Harry who doesn't think that.

The fact Snape bothered to extract his own memories during his Occlumancy lessons goes to show how he thinks Harry is talented, contrary to his words. He feared Harry would reverse the connection and see into his mind, otherwise he wouldn't have taken these precautions.

Think of Voldemort’s resurrection even. Inside his mind, we know Harry's terrified. We know he has no idea what he's doing.

But imagine being a Death Eater in the crowd and you see this 14-year-old kid stand up after being Crucio-ed by their lord, and he stands up, resists the imperius, and shouts at your lord like he thinks of himself as equal to him — or, perhaps, better than him:

“I asked you whether you want me to do that again,” said Voldemort softly. “Answer me! Imperio!” [...] I WON’T!” And these words burst from Harry’s mouth; they echoed through the graveyard, and the dream state was lifted as suddenly as though cold water had been thrown over him — back rushed the aches that the Cruciatus Curse had left all over his body — back rushed the realization of where he was, and what he was facing. . . . “You won’t?” said Voldemort quietly, and the Death Eaters were not laughing now.

(GoF, Ch34)

That's pretty badass. Harry comes off like a confidant badass. And he gets more badass and confident as he matures (even if he isn't actually as confident as he appears).

Even in the DoM, Lucius Malfoy, who was in the graveyard, takes Harry seriously:

“Don’t do anything,” he [Harry] muttered. “Not yet —” The woman who had mimicked him let out a raucous scream of laughter. “You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!” “Oh, you don’t know Potter as I do, Bellatrix,” said Malfoy softly. “He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter.”

(OotP, Ch35)

Bellatrix makes fun of how Harry gives the other kids orders as if they're going to fight, but Lucius knows better, he knows Harry is going to fight, and I think, he's scared of what would happen when he does. Even Bellatrix quickly starts taking Harry more seriously:

“Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter,” she said, her mad eyes staring through the slits in her hood. “Very well, then —”

(OotP, Ch35)

And she changes her tone completely after he casts a Crucio at her:

“Never used an Unforgivable Curse before, have you, boy?” she yelled. She had abandoned her baby voice now.

(OotP, Ch36)

His aura is one of competence and confidence even when he's frightened and has no idea what he's doing. Especially when he's frightened and has no idea what he's doing.

And for the most part, he doesn't come off nearly as judgmental as he actually is, because he doesn't say a lot of what he thinks. We only see him start to actually speak his mind and be more sassy out loud around 5th and 6th year. And even then, his highly judgmental physical descriptions stay part of his narration, they aren't spoken:

“That’s the bell,” said Harry listlessly, because Ron and Hermione were bickering too loudly to hear it. They did not stop arguing all the way down to Snape’s dungeon, which gave Harry plenty of time to reflect that between Neville and Ron he would be lucky ever to have two minutes’ conversation with Cho that he could look back on without wanting to leave the country.

(OotP, Ch12)

Ron and Hermione banter while Harry feels done with them, but he doesn't really say anything or complain. He keeps a lot of his thoughts inside his head.

If we look at how Ron, Hermione, and Sirius see Harry, they're the closest to who Harry actually is as these three know Harry best. (They're also more objective than Harry who looks down on himself)

After the book 5 conversation I mentioned above, Ron and Hermione are more aware of Harry's insecurities, but they find them silly. They see Harry as incredibly capable and skilled:

“Did he?” said Harry. Behind him he felt rather than heard Hermione passing his message to the others and he sought to keep talking, to distract the Death Eaters.

(OotP, Ch35)

“What are we going to do with them?” Ron whispered to Harry through the dark; then, even more quietly, “Kill them? They’d kill us. They had a good go just now.” Hermione shuddered and took a step backward. Harry shook his head. “We just need to wipe their memories,” said Harry.

(DH, Ch9)

When danger comes, everyone's instantly following Harry's lead. Harry's the planner when the situation is dangerous, he calls the shots, not Hermione. Hermione and Ron look to Harry for a plan when things get tough, and Harry always figures something out. Now, we see Harry thinking he has no idea what to do:

He could not think what to do but to keep talking. Neville’s arm was pressed against his, and he could feel him shaking. He could feel one of the other’s quickened breath on the back of his head. He was hoping they were all thinking hard about ways to get out of this, because his mind was blank.

(OotP, Ch35)

But Ron and Hermione don't. No one does. They just see Harry coming up with a plan to save them. Every time. They don't see him wracking his brain for a way to keep everyone alive.

Hermione never considers Harry stupid, not even in first year:

“I’m not as good as you,” said Harry, very embarrassed, as she let go of him. “Me!” said Hermione. “Books! And cleverness! There are more important things — friendship and bravery and — oh Harry — be careful!”

(PS, Ch16)

And Ron clearly doesn't expect stupid behavior from Harry. He's surprised and shocked when Harry does something he considers stupid:

“What the hell,” panted Ron, holding up the Horcrux, which swung backward and forward on its shortened chain in some parody of hypnosis, “didn’t you take this thing off before you dived?”

(DH, 19)

Both Ron and Hermione trust Harry's opinion and they trust him to know what to do when shit hits the fan. When things are dangerous, both Ron and Hermione (and everyone else) turn to Harry to know what to do becouse that's the aura he has:

“I’d tell him we’re all with him in spirit,” said Lupin, then hesitated slightly. “And I’d tell him to follow his instincts, which are good and nearly always right.” Harry looked at Hermione, whose eyes were full of tears. “Nearly always right,” she repeated.

(DH, Ch22)

Hermione agrees with Lupin's assessment here. Dumbledore did too, he's the one who told Kingsley and Remus to trust Harry's instincts. Harry doesn't give the impression he's messy and bumbling, quite the opposite. Yes, Harry and Hermione have their doubts, they don't agree with Harry on everything, especially when he has no evidence for his claim except his intuition. But, it's telling Harry can make claims based on gut feeling and Ron and Hermione ask him why he thinks that instead of just instantly rejecting the claims.

Like I mentioned above, he looks like he has his shit together even when he really doesn't. He's an expert in keeping a mask on and bottling up his feelings.

Sirius, also sees Harry as mature and capable for his age. It's why he's so insistent on telling him things while Molly wants to cuddle Harry:

“I don’t intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly,” said Sirius. “But as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back” (again, there was a collective shudder around the table at the name), “he has more right than most to —” “He’s not a member of the Order of the Phoenix!” said Mrs. Weasley. “He’s only fifteen and —” “— and he’s dealt with as much as most in the Order,” said Sirius, “and more than some —” “No one’s denying what he’s done!” said Mrs. Weasley, her voice rising, her fists trembling on the arms of her chair. “But he’s still—” “He’s not a child!” said Sirius impatiently.

(OotP, Ch5)

Between them, Sirius sees Harry more accurately. Harry is incredibly mature and capable and wants to be in the know. He'd be better off in the know. Sirius understands Harry's curiosity which Molly seems unaware of. Lupin also remarks on how Harry is going to find out things anyway, he's aware of how curious and determined Harry is. Sirius considers Harry capable even during PoA and GoF:

I know better than anyone that you can look after yourself and while you’re around Dumbledore and Moody I don’t think anyone will be able to hurt you.

(GoF, Ch18)

Molly, on the other hand, never really sees Harry's capabilities. Molly only ever sees a polite, intelligent kid. In the early years at the Weasley, Harry barely talks to Molly and Arthur because he doesn't really know how to talk to them. So they talk to him, the other Weasleys talk around him, and he's polite in turn:

“I don’t blame you, dear,” she assured Harry, tipping eight or nine sausages onto his plate. “Arthur and I have been worried about you, too. Just last night we were saying we’d come and get you ourselves if you hadn’t written back to Ron by Friday. But really” (she was now adding three fried eggs to his plate), “flying an illegal car halfway across the country — anyone could have seen you —”

(CoS, Ch3)

Harry acts around most adults like this, especially when younger. It's clear he acted this way around his teachers too:

“You see what you expect to see, Severus,” said Dumbledore, without raising his eyes from a copy of Transfiguration Today. “Other teachers report that the boy is modest, likable, and reasonably talented. Personally, I find him an engaging child.”

(DH, Ch33)

Snape got it a bit different. Because Harry is defiant and sassy — it's how he responds to the Dursleys, and this is how he responds to threats he can't do anything about in general. Sass. It's why we see Harry do this with Umbridge, Snape, and Scrimgeour:

Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourselves?” inquired Professor Umbridge in a horribly honeyed voice. “Hmm, let’s think . . .” said Harry in a mock thoughtful voice, “maybe Lord Voldemort?”

(OotP, Ch12)

“Do you remember me telling you we are practicing nonverbal spells, Potter?” “Yes,” said Harry stiffly. “Yes, sir.” “There’s no need to call me ‘sir,’ Professor.”

(HBP, Ch9)

“...You may wear that scar like a crown, Potter, but it is not up to a seventeen-year-old boy to tell me how to do my job! It’s time you learned some respect!” “It’s time you earned it.” said Harry.

(DH, Ch7)

Harry appears confidant and arrogant not only to Snape but to Scrimgeour too (I think other students at Hogwarts see Harry as arrogant too. His demeanor can come off as arrogant if you don't know what he's thinking. It's why they could believe the Daily Prophet, it fit what they got to see). It's because he is rude and sassy when speaking his mind. It's because he acts more confident when he's terrified. It's because he's cold, distant, and uncaring towards most people and actively avoids talking to most.

And even that's mostly when he's older. In 4th year, he responds to Snape by glaring at him silently and wishing he could cast a Crucio at him:

Harry sat there staring at Snape as the lesson began, picturing horrific things happening to him. . . . If only he knew how to do the Cruciatus Curse . . . he’d have Snape flat on his back like that spider, jerking and twitching. . . .

(GoF, Ch18)

Harry is overall really quiet, which does create the impression of him being put together. More than he thinks of himself, for sure. It also adds to why many students feel as comfortable talking about him as they do because he feels distant to them. His quiet makes him feel mysterious, unknown, and far away. Like a symbol rather than a person.

Something I want to note, specifically with Umbridge, is this scene:

Harry looked around at Umbridge. She was watching him, her wide, toadlike mouth stretched in a smile. “Yes?” “Nothing,” said Harry quietly. He looked back at the parchment, placed the quill upon it once more, wrote I must not tell lies, and felt the searing pain on the back of his hand for a second time; once again the words had been cut into his skin, once again they healed over seconds later.

(OotP, Ch13)

Part of why Harry comes off as such a put-together badass is that he doesn't let others see his pain. He doesn't show he's in pain to others, especially when it's people he doesn't like. He acts though, constantly.

He hates crying in front of others becouse Harry does everything he can to not appear weak:

Harry suddenly realized that there were tears on his face mingling with the sweat. He bent his face as low as possible, wiping them off on his robes, pretending to do up his shoelace, so that Lupin wouldn’t see.

(PoA, Ch12)

And it works, people see him as confident, and capable, and heroic. Most people don't see the struggle because Harry keeps bottling it in.

Even with Hermione, he tries not to let her see how upset he actually is. We know in his head, that he is devastated by his wand breaking, that he's mourning it like it was a dead loved one, but this is what he's willing to show Hermione:

“It was an accident,” said Harry mechanically. He felt empty, stunned. “We’ll—we’ll find a way to repair it.” [...] “Well,” he said, in a falsely matter-of-fact voice, “well, I’ll just borrow yours for now, then. While I keep watch.”

(DH, Ch17)

All this means, we, as the readers , see Harry's pain, his struggles, his vulnerability — but the other characters almost never do.

The only character who is consistently aware of Harry's struggles is Sirius who Harry confides his weaknesses to more than any other character:

“Never mind me, how are you?” said Sirius seriously. “I’m —” For a second, Harry tried to say “fine” — but he couldn’t do it. Before he could stop himself, he was talking more than he’d talked in days

(GoF, Ch19)

Harry is so used to saying his fine and bearing his burdens in silence. It's what he does. It's what he did for years. Most characters think Harry is unshakable because that's how he acts.

Even when Harry tries to lie so Sirius won't worry, Sirius sees through it:

Nice try, Harry. I’m back in the country and well hidden. I want you to keep me posted on everything that’s going on at Hogwarts.

(GoF, Ch15)

As for his room and appearance, he is a little messy actually when he has the chance to be in seventh year:

Harry had spent the morning completely emptying his school trunk for the first time since he had packed it six years ago. At the start of the intervening school years, he had merely skimmed off the topmost three quarters of the contents and replaced or updated them, leaving a layer of general debris at the bottom—old quills, desiccated beetle eyes, single socks that no longer fit.

(DH, Ch2)

As in, his trunk is a bit of a mess. But this makes sense, I think. He allows himself to be messy when he doesn't have the Dursleys over his head. It's like a sort of freedom he didn't have before, so he indulges in it. I think the mess in his trunk is also a result of him actually living from it for 6 years, as he couldn't really leave everything at home with the Dursleys, could he? Still, his room and belongings are nowhere near as messy as Ron's.

As for his appearance, the only thing mentioned to be messy is his hair:

His jet-black hair, however, was just as it always had been — stubbornly untidy, whatever he did to it

(PoA, Ch1)

But from other characters (including Hermione) thinking Harry's hot:

“Oh, come on, Harry,” said Hermione, suddenly impatient. “It’s not Quidditch that’s popular, it’s you! You’ve never been more interesting, and frankly, you’ve never been more fanciable.”

(HBP, Ch11)

We can conclude Harry's messy hair comes off as cool and attractive and not like a bird's nest.

We also see from Hermione and others that Harry looks scary. He is 5'11 by book 6 with an intimidating glare and that he looks like he can throw a punch, (and can definitely throw a punch when he wants to). So he has a physical intimidation factor when older:

“Well, it’s like Hagrid said, they can look after themselves,” said Hermione impatiently, “and I suppose a teacher like Grubbly-Plank wouldn’t usually show them to us before N.E.W.T. level, but, well, they are very interesting, aren’t they? The way some people can see them and some can’t! I wish I could.” “Do you?” Harry asked her quietly. She looked horrorstruck. “Oh Harry — I’m sorry — no, of course I don’t — that was a really stupid thing to say —”

(OotP, Ch21)

Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting at Malfoy. He had completely forgotten the fact that all the teachers were watching: All he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible. With no time to draw out his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoy’s stomach — “Harry! HARRY! GEORGE! NO!” He could hear girls’ voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did not care, not until somebody in the vicinity yelled “IMPEDIMENTA!” and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach. . . .

(OotP, Ch19)

To summarise

Harry bottles up a lot of his emotions and tends to be quiet, this creates the often wrong impression he is confident and has his shit together.

He doesn't show pain and weakness to others and doesn't cry or show he's upset to basically anyone (except Sirius). This means basically no one sees his struggles or how depressed and traumatized Harry actually is. It even surprises Ron and Hermione in book 5.

He is defiant and rude to people he doesn't like, especially when scared, the result is that he appears like a very capable and confident badass especially when under pressure.

He can be intimidating with his glare alone and once he's older he is a physical presence. He's not someone who can disappear in a crowd post-book 5.

His rudeness oftentimes stays in his head except when someone really annoys him. This makes him appear defiant, but overall polite because he keeps most of his mean comments to himself.

When younger, he is very polite and quiet, especially toward adults. When he's older, he gets a little sassier (as in, he says some of his internal monologue out loud). But he is a polite, well-mannered kid for the most part.

The character who has a messy room, is a bit of a slob, has chicken scratch handwriting, and is lazy with schoolwork, is Ronald Weasley, who I love dearly, but these descriptions have nothing to do with Harry and everything to do with Ron.

The only unkempt thing about Harry's appearance is likely his Potter hair, which is more messy hot than messy bad (if all the girls' reactions are anything to go by).

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tizeline · 1 year ago

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i was just thinking about ur au and thought about how in these frequent meetings with leo in run in the mill specifically during times where there's literally nothing to do, leo would just observe

leo would sit in his table (all alone. on his own.) while watching donnie interact with april. leo would feel sick to his stomach while wishing to interact with donnie the same way. he envies donnie, that he is capable of holding a conversation with a human (out of all people!) and not even putting an effort with own brothers. he envies april, a human, to be capable of showing kindness because thats not what humans are like, right? the baron taught him better. leo should know better.

but at the end of the day, donnie is leo's brother. he's family. i believe in the theory that all leos, no matter the universe, that he always puts his family first, that he cares. and yet, it would seem that donnie himself doesn't want to be family (despite how much donnie wants that as much as his brothers)

and again, they're family! aren't they supposed to get along? leo is discouraged, he is hurt (a vulnerability that leo despised to admit or show to anyone) and instead he feigns anger at donnie

i imagine that over time, leo would eventually realize what april and donnie are to each other. they're family. donnie would put april and splinter first before himself - leo knows what that is like. and finally a common ground between leo and donnie

i find it interesting how you basically made april the catalyst for leo's revelation. anyways sorry for dumping this on you, this is all assumption ahahha not even sure if i got it right. curious to see what you'll do with raph or mikey,,, or u already have done something and i missed it cuz i am an idiot lol

i just adore ur au sm <33 have a nice day !!

Damn Anon, you were pretty much right on the money, I don't feel like I have much to add.

But as a reward, have some angst, here ya go! 🫵

And I'm definitely planning on creating more Raph and Mikey focused content in the future!! I just started thinking of Leo's character in this AU and got all caught up in that lol. I find it easier to focus on one aspect of the AU at a time, so for now I'm stuck in the Leo-Brooding-In-A-Pizzeria-Arc 👍But I'm hoping to explore Raph's character soon :D

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pomefioredove · 5 months ago

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Hey Dove~

I was reading through the different headcannons and the mute reader really caught my attention. Could you possibly do the Vice Wardens (including Ruggie cuz he's basically second in command anyway) with Yuu that has a speech impediment? Basically they stutter/stumble on words, get them mixed up, pronounces them wrong, and maybe forgets certain words. And obviously with new arcana and magical words (and the weird ahh names some of these characters have) they can get pretty frusterated or embarressed.

You always have such good headcannons!! Feel free to throw in any other characters that you like to the mix as well!!

OH this hits close to home too. I stutter and mispronounce things when I do speak, so I'm using that for reference

twst x mute reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ reader with a speech impediment

summary: as described type of post: headcanons characters: trey, ruggie, jade, jamil, rook, lilia additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu

see, I don't think Trey would say anything about it

he's not one to criticize strangeness

that would be rude, first of all

second of all, there's no such thing as "normal" at NRC

(even so, some people may point it out, but he's not one of them)

he doesn't have any trouble understanding you, either

he grew up with younger siblings who pronounced owl as "awa" and kitty as "shishi" until they were six

he's certainly patient

and he knows how to use context

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

honestly? Ruggie didn't even... notice?

for a while, he just thought you talked fast

he knows how it goes; you get excited or nervous or whatever, and you end up stumbling all over yourself

no biggie

then one day you come up to him all sad and teary, apologizing for a speech impediment he didn't even know you had, and he's like...

...oh! no!

of course he's not annoyed!

Ruggie's an adaptive guy, after all. when he wants something, he'll bend backwards for it

you think a little stuttering is gonna stop him from being friends with you?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

much like Trey, Jade doesn't say anything

he just watches you talk

and smiles

like this -> :)

it's not that he's particularly concerned about being rude, he's just...

observing

humans are such fascinating creatures, he thinks

he learns all of your quirks just by listening to you

which words you have trouble with, which ones you mix up and forget, which consonants you stumble over...

he teaches himself your language

and he becomes a sort of translator for you

any time someone is rude to you, he'll come out of nowhere and tell them everything you said in the exact order you said it

weird, but nice

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

to put it plainly, Jamil has bigger problems

whether or not he can understand you doesn't really matter to him

it's not his job to worry over you

then, you come to him asking for help, and...

...well, he's flattered

he can't deny he likes that you come to him for guidance before anyone else

because of this, (and because he had to learn how to control his own tongue when he was little), he takes pity on you

whether your goal is to work on your speech, or to simply feel less anxiety about it, he's there

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

is it cliche to say that Rook already knows exactly what you're thinking?

perhaps, but it's true

he's mastered the art of observation

he can read your thoughts in your expression, your body language, even the slightest twitch in your lips gives you away

he just knows

you don't have to be a good speaker, or a speaker at all, to communicate with Rook

(and he can do all the talking for you if you'd like, he'd probably enjoy that)

and, of course, he is of the opinion that there is beauty in everything

you don't need to be perfectly clear and concise for him to like you

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

now, I can't guarantee that Lilia won't tease a little

only in good fun, of course

and only if you respond in kind

but he does find it rather cute when you mispronounce something, or mix up your words

he won't correct you or interrupt you, either

he'll step in to help if you're really struggling, of course, but he thinks of you as capable

he does remind you to take breathers when you're getting too anxious about it, though

he cares <3

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #queued #trey clover x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #jade leech x reader #jamil viper x reader #rook hunt x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader

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inzuinzudesu · 4 months ago

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Some simple Tobi/Sukea sketches, as I don't really have a lot of time lately. Color really changes the mood, huh? I can't quite choose which one I like more tbh 🙉 Translations! Red one: "Let us save the world. I will follow you till the end, Tobi." "Hmph, is that so." White one: *happy humming noises* "I~yan! You're so naughty, Sukea~!" Sfx: *lots of squeezes* Note: They refer to eachother as "Tobi-san" and "Sukea-san" in my mind, cuz I thought that'd be in character for them?? As for "saving the world", you can interpret that in whichever way you want 💀 And I'm gonna yap now! I can't hecking write organic conversations yo, like I'm cringing help 😭😭 What even is thissss And that's why I really appreciate all the talented writers out there over at ao3 okay, y'all doing good stuff! I'm struggling to find Tobi/Sukea fics though, I actually think I've read most of them, at least on ao3?? I went to pixiv, but usually it's just a lot of jounin-ifs over there (not saying that's a bad thing haha). I really love identity porn?? Like you're falling in love with a person and then you find out that he's your childhood rival that you hold (very) bitter feelings for??? And you have to fake that you don't know who he truly is, while dealing with your own complicated feelings????? Then plot happens and he has to go back to the village, but you don't want to let him go, but you do??????? Yes, I am describing The New Recruit series by butter_peanut. I adore that fic, I actually cried during some parts darn it 😭😭 Like how do people make such amazing works 😭😭😭😭 I just love to read fics in general, really gets my brain going.

#naruto #naruto fanart #tobi #sukea #obito uchiha #kakashi hatake #オビト #カカシ #obito x kakashi #obkk #obikaka #kkob #kakaobi #oh yeah #my headcanon is that obito has a really perky butt #um did i say i love to draw moderately muscular middle aged men with perky butts #dont judge me please thank you

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plumipal · 4 months ago

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AAAAAOMG UR TWST OC IS SO ADORABLE?? i'm absolutely in love with eden sm (+ his design?? the star eyes and the wings are my favorite,, i wanna smooch all his tattoos!) and i hope it's okay to ask a few questions about him... (I KNOW U SAID IT WAS OKAY BUT I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE 😭 i'm genuinely interested in knowing more!)

1) does he have anyone in the twst cast that he tolerates/likes? i know he's part of the whole harem thing but is there anyone he doesn't necessarily mind being around (or even sharing with the prefect?)

2) do grim and eden have a good relationship? i would assume so since they're living both with one another but do they just get along with each other for the prefect's sake or are they actually best buds? (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

(little dumb idea but i think it would be so cute if the prefect treated the two as if they were all like a little family! eden and prefect being the two parents and grim their rambunctious kid lmao,, i would imagine the others not being so happy about it (っ‘ω`c))

3) is he okay with physical affection/pda? is he totally chill about it or would he rather shy about the whole thing? is he open to having the prefect touch his wings or his tattoos?

4) oooo any funfacts that you have about the new ramshackle resident?? just in general really if that's okay with u ofc!! ☆

aa okay that's it!! i hope my questions weren't annoying or anything! (っ‘ω`c)

Had to get one of those wheels ive seen going around where you put the oc and how they feel about the character and how the characters feel back about them, but with a twist lol (most of them are haters).

The ones he are most tolerant with are grim, ace, deuce, jack and kalim. Only one he could possible share with would either be kalim, jack or deuce, because of how he sorta is annoyed by ace.

Of course cant forget how he feels about you :) he thinks you are very very very special and he loves you a lot <3

He likes grim a lot, seeing as grim isn't one of the students that is oh so annoying. He warms up to the monster, seeing how gently you take care of grim, wanting to do the same. It feels, domestic, in his opinion.

Grim likes Eden a lot too, he has never belittled him, he has always made sure to feed grim along with Eden being very warm (and therefore very nice to sleep on). In grims opinion, he thinks you should go with Eden, cuz he is a good candidate for marriage (grim has been bribed with love, affection, and tuna).

He takes good care of the cat son, making sure he is healthy and happy.

Now onto pda. Eden are only okay with you touching the wings, the tattoo and the core, being as they are quite sensitive. The scar is still off limits, but maybe if you make him warm up to you even more you might be able to-

He loves when you help him with his wings, it's one of the best feelings out there. Fo mind that only you (and grim) can touch the wings, anyone else is off limits, ESPECIALLY ROOK HE IS FORBIDDEN TO TOUCH THEM.

Eden facts!! He has lil "ear-holes" like birds, just behind the feathers. Be careful around that part when you help him with his feathers, otherwise you might have a pouty and angry Eden on tour hands.

His eyes also glow in the dark! It's the scariest during the nightly snack runs down to the kitchen, seeing him suddenly stare at you, but you slowly get used to it!

You don't know where the extra eyes sometimes come from tho...

Also some general facts about Eden!

Dorm: Ramshackle

Birthday: 1/1

Age: ???

Height: 185cm

Fav subject: alchemy

Hobby: cleaning in ramshackle, birdwatching

Likes: you

Dislikes: Loud noises, blond 3rd year hunters named rook hunt, people trying to grab onto his wings that aren't you

Fav food: he don't need to eat to gain sustenance, bur he likes mashed potatoes with gravy

Least fav food: soup, any soup, he hates it

Btw if anyone were to write for Eden I would explode it would mean the world to me

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst art #yandere twisted wonderland art #yandere oc #yandere twst oc #my oc eden

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ienjoywritingfilth · 1 month ago

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a sinner i am part viii: aloha means goodbye

wanna see my other stuff?

part vii: aloha means goodbye

"I want that jet lag from fucking and flying." — Lil Nas X

Joel wakes several hours before his alarm, unable to sleep. He's torn up inside over everything that's happened. He needs time to think about next steps. Should he confess to Tess and Shawn? What good would it do it things are going to stop once you get home? Wouldn't that just be hurting people for no reason? He pulls on a hoodie over his swim shorts and opens the sliding glass door with a small squeak. Everyone is quiet, sleeping soundly when he exits.

He figures the beach is as good a place as any so he grabs a towel on his way out. It's still early, no one is awake on the beach so he has it to himself when he arrives. Joel lays out the towel in the sand, sitting and watching the waves crash against the rocks.

He thinks about the way you stared up at him when he fucked you in the cave and of how your bodies seem to work in time so well together. He feels arousal nipping at him and he tries to shift his thoughts; you marrying his son, getting pregnant, starting a family all while Joel watches on. Can he really put himself through that, knowing the taste of your cunt and scent of your skin?

"It's pretty out here."

He looks up surprised to see you standing a few steps away approaching him.

"I heard the door squeak," you tell his questioning face before taking a seat next to him on the towel. He shuffles over, giving you more room. But your sides touch and he tries to swallow his desire for you. The two of you watch the sunrise slowly making its way into the sky making a melting palette of pink and gold. The moment feels peaceful instead of charged for once. You lean against his shoulder, sighing.

“Feels good to be with you," Joel admits, kissing the top of your head without thinking. "I always thought you were fun to be around, y'always made me laugh." He sobers. "But after this week I don't think I can ever look at you the same. Not like that," Joel says when you jerk your head up anxiously. "There's no going back and that should upset me but as fucked up as this sounds it's the first time I've felt seen in a real long time." He surprises you by blinking back wet from his eyes. "Plus, I’ve never had sex that good in my life."

"Me neither. But vacation is over which means we're over," you say in a sad voice.

Joel looks down his shoulder at you and sees the way your downcast eyes are wet. "I know it's wrong but I don't want it to be over."

Something in his chest aches when you sniffle and he moves closer to you. "I'm marrying your son, Joel. We can't keep this going, the guilt is already killing me."

Joel squeezes your knee tightly, sending a thrill through you.

"We'll be in each other's lives forever," you whimper with glassy eyes. "We'll have to keep this secret forever."

"I was thinkin about that," Joel admits with a sigh. "Tryin to figure out what to do."

You turn to face him, your hand going to his bicep and squeezing hopefully.

"What did you come up with?"

You look up at him like he knows the answer to it all. He wants to tell you that he's got it under control but he doesn't, not when you're involved. Instead he smiles gently down at you.

"Vacation isn't over yet," he murmurs, taking your face in a broad hand and bringing you in for a long kiss. He only intends to kiss you chastely as a final goodbye to a very special week. A time he'll never forget as long as he lives.But then your tongue searches his out and you whimper as he licks into your mouth before dragging your hand to his shirt and holding tight. He sees your pebbled nipples through your shirt and he can't help but bring a broad palm to cup one, squeezing as you hiss his name.

"It's not over yet," you murmur when he tries to stop himself as if you can see his inner conflict. "Just one more time."

He nods, groaning your name and kissing you deeply. He pushes you back onto his towel, kissing and kneading your breasts as you tilt. You arch into his hand, itching for him to grab you harder. He ruts between your legs as he comments on how perfectly your tits fit in his hand. You cry out deliriously and push your t-shirt up over your breasts, exposing hard, pink nipples.

"Taste them."

Joel looks at your perfect tits and for what feels like the millionth time this week reminds himself he's a bad fucking man. He thinks this even as he begins to suck each nipple into his mouth as you purr his name. He pulls his cock out of his shorts, feeling the tip leaking as you say his name over and over. You could tell him that this is a bad idea, that you'll be caught, that you're engaged to his son. But nothing seems a strong enough reason to keep from lifting your hips as he tugs off your shorts and settles himself between your spread legs.

"Beautiful girl," he whispers as he watches you underneath him, cunt glistening as he feeds himself into you slowly. You whine to yourself before your hands come to grip him by his shoulders.

"Deeper----"

Joel grins down at you, pressing himself into you until his cock has disappeared between your folds. He watches as your eyes flutter open to gaze up at him.

"You feel so big from this angle," you tell him with a shudder. "Even bigger than usual."

Joel doesn't want to rush this part. The sun is still taking its time to rise and the beach is still desolate. Only you and Joel are there, you laying on your back and Joel on his forearms thrusting between your legs.

"Fuck I'm gonna dream about this cunt the rest of my life," Joel mutters to himself. "Best pussy I've ever had." He starts to thrust his pelvis aggressively, watching your body jolt under him. "Every time I fuck her it's you I'm thinkin about," he admits as he starts to go faster, his soaked cock and damp thighs thwapping against your ass. You blink up at him, hands going to his tight ass and urging him deeper.

"Now I can only cum when I'm imagining it's you," you tell him in a charged whine.

Joel hates that your confession gets him harder. Knowing that he's better than a man half his age, knowing that your cunt would rather his cock. His fingers slide between your bodies, coming to land on the slippery pearl between your thighs.

"Show me how good it feels."

He rubs and thrusts as your whines turn into cries for him to keep going. He fucks into you so deeply the world goes blurry and all he can focus on is your tits jiggling, the gaping hole of your mouth as you moan.

"So good so good please don't stop," you tell him with a desperation he's never heard in you. You cum quickly with Joel giving you both his dick and rubbing you with his fingers.

Joel feels like his cock is going to erupt. He pulls from you rapidly, using your slick to pump his aching cock over you. He doesn't even have time to ask you where you want his load, he just comes in thick ropes all over your stomach, gasping as more and more bursts from the head of his cock and onto your skin.

"Daddy," you moan, arching in the towel. Joel grabs one thigh and keeps stroking himself over you.

They're shouldn't be this much, not when he's just cum last night, but something about your fucked-out body and expression has him jerking and cumming until he feels lightheaded. He collapses onto the towel next to you, pulling you in for a bruising kiss.

"That was so good," you tell him stretching.

"How am I supposed to stop thinkin about this?" Joel asks breathing hard as he gazes at your tits out, his cum dripping into your navel, your pussy ruined. "How am I supposed to forget?"

"I don't know that I'll ever be able to forget," you admit to him. You take in his pink cheeks and mussed curls. You look at his softening cock still thick and big and then you look at his warm orbs. "I don't know that I want to."

You've never felt more alive than in these last few days with Joel. You've never felt so desired or so cared for and you've never made a man fall apart like Joel has. This big, powerful man that seems to be weak just for you.

Joel leans over and pulls your mouth to his, kissing you once more. "Let's go for a swim and get you clean," he murmurs, gripping your hand and pulling you to a stand. The two of you head into the water naked, washing the remains of your indiscretion from your bodies, letting your sins float out into the sea.

You feel sick to your stomach as you pack up your belongings later that morning. You still don't know what you're going to do about this guilt about Joel, unsure of if you can even go along with this engagement. Shawn isn't helping matters by running to you with every little thing he can't find. It reminds you of his immaturity and it makes you angrier every time he does it.

"Have you seen my razor?"

"Bathroom."

"What about that blue shirt?"

"Under the bed."

"And I can't find my phone."

"Jesus Christ, Shawn!" You say throwing up your hands. "Try looking for yourself for once! Why do I have to keep track of all your shit?!"

Shawn stares at you in shock as all the air is sucked from the room. He goes silent before standing and grabbing his suitcase and dragging it outside the bedroom. You look up to see Joel standing by the door with a blank look on his face. You don't know how much he overheard. You turn away from him packing up the remainder of your belongings.

Joel watches you from outside the door. He notices how you hunch your shoulders and how you spoke to Shawn. He can't understand why it secretly gets him off knowing that that you want Joel so much you'll fuck him on the beach but you can't handle Shawn being around you. He knows that this is treacherous, that fucking you was bad enough but this feeling in his gut is worse, the feeling that says he could treat you better than Shawn.

The taxi arrives to take you all to the airport shortly thereafter. Tess and Shawn file out and you go to follow when you feel Joel's hand on your shoulder. He holds you in place before his mouth is at your ear breathing heavily.

"I can still smell you on me."

Your legs wobble but you try to keep upright. You grab the wall beside the door to keep from collapsing right there. You can see Shawn and Tess loading their bags into the taxi.

"I need to watch you cum on my cock one last time," Joel whispers in urgency. "Meet me in the back of the plane ten minutes after takeoff. Can you do that?"

That's all you want to do. You want him to hold you and you want to feel him again despite still being sore from this morning. But you made a promise to yourselves.

"Joel we said that last time was the last time."

"Until we touch down it's still vacation," he says with humour in his voice that disappears when he sees your serious expression. "Whatever you decide, I'll be waitin, honey. No pressure." He leaves you going to join Tess and assisting her in packing up the taxi. You watch him go with your stomach in knots.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier," you tell Shawn quietly as you buckle in next to him on the plane, wanting to make amends since the whole drive to the airport was quiet and strained between the two of you.

"I get it," Shawn insists. "You were stressed. I know how much you hate flying."

He gives your hand a squeeze and a timid smile and your guilt is compounded. Joel and Tess are in the seats in front of you. You gaze at the back of Joel's graying curls and hold in a sigh.

"You two doin okay?" Joel says turning around to look between you and Shawn. His eyes skip to Shawn's hand around yours and his teeth clench.

"Yeah we're good," Shawn says grinning. "Thanks for everything, dad. This was a great trip."

"Yeah, thank you so much," you add unable to meet Joel's eyes. "I had the best time."

"Me too," Tess adds from beside Joel, squeezing his shoulder. "Thanks, Texas."

Joel smiles, his eyes flitting to your face one last time before he faces the front and the plane takes off. You close your eyes, squeezing Shawn's hand as the plane makes its way into the sky. You're disturbed when the only thought you have is how you'd rather it was Joel comforting you.

Soon the plane rights itself and the seatbelt sign dims. You hold your breath when Joel unbuckles and stands, stretching. He gazes down at you and gives a subtle wink before walking past your chair. His cologne drifts over you as he passes. Shawn starts talking about telling everyone about your engagement when you get home. You haven't even told your family about it. No time felt right and you're scared you know why.

The minutes tick by as you think about what to do. If you follow him in aren't you crossing a line? Then again technically you're still on vacation. You glance over to see Shawn is dozing with his headphones on. Fuck it. You get up quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone. You creep to the back of the plane, following the direction Joel was headed.

You slip by a flight attendant about to do the drink service and near the small airplane toilets. You see Joel peek through the crack of one door before he opens it widely beckoning you inside. You glance over your shoulder to see you're still unseen and slip into the cramped space.

You and Joel are pressed so tightly together when the door shuts and locks. You're palms are flat on his chest and he sweeps you into his arms, kissing you ferociously. You break apart and Joel looks you over ravenously. This is the last time he's going to fuck you and he wants to make it count. You watch him hit his knees, kissing your stomach.

"I wanna lick your pussy one last time," Joel murmurs, tugging your panties and shorts down. "C'mon and let daddy have a taste."

It's cramped in the small bathroom, especially with someone as broad as Joel. But somehow you manage it, tilting back over the sink as Joel throws your legs over his shoulders and eats you out. Your hands feather through his curly locks before holding as you rut against his mouth when he hits a good spot.

"That good baby girl?" Joel asks with his beard glistening, his fingers digging into your hip. You look down to see his face between your legs, his nose rubbing against the lips of your cunt.

"Yeah," you whimper with your chin on your chest, watching as his tongue comes to flick your clit before licking quick stripes up and down over and over. He sucks your clit onto his mouth just after asking "you gonna cum on Daddy's tongue?"

You don't answer because you're already holding back a loud cry as you cum and flood his mouth with hot arousal, your thighs shaking as he holds you up.

"Uh huh uh huh," Joel groans as he laps you up and you start to whine softly. "Keep goin, keep makin those sounds for me."

He licks you into overstimulation and you push him back gently, trying to catch your breath. He grins up at you and stands, wincing when his knees pop.

"Gettin too old for this shit."

You push him back onto the lid of the toilet, desperate for more. You unbuckle him and unzip his cock before falling to your knees and preparing to lick.

"Up up," Joel insists before you can get started. "Need to feel that pussy around me, honey. One last time."

You nod and box him in between your thighs, hands pushing back his hair as he gazes at you.

"Condom?" You whisper, preparing to settle yourself on his lap.

"Don't have one. I'll have to pull out."

He's not even finished the sentence and you're sliding down his cock with your head leaning back. Joel's forehead goes to your collar as he grunts slowly.

You wonder if it's the danger that makes this all feel so good or because it's so fucking taboo. Or is it just because Joel really knows what he's doing? Because it's barely any time at all before he's got you seeing stars and panting his name into his ear.

"You make me so wet."

Joel loves the sound of that, grunting as he begins to guide you up and down on his cock. You sit like a woman riding a horse, legs spread, bouncing up and down. "Fuck this is good," Joel tells you with an uneven smile. "How can I stop fucking this perfect pussy baby girl?"

You can only groan in reply, your forehead pitching forward and your body slack. Joel slides his cock up higher and deeper, causing you to punch out a cry you try to muffle.

"You feel too good," Joel tells you between thrusts. "Gonna cum soon."

"Want me to get off?" You ask in a dreamy voice. "You can fuck my mouth and finish."

"No baby girl," Joel gasps as he feels his cock about to release another load. "Gonna fuck it into this sweet pussy."

A ripple of anxiety goes through you at his words. "You can't cum inside," you tell him in a whine, even as you allow him to hold you stationary as he fucks up into you. "You can't."

"What did we say?" Joel reminds you with a thrust. "This is my cunt and I fuck it how I want."

"But Joel."

"You say no but you're still bouncing," Joel grits out. "Think maybe you wanna be full of me. Maybe you get off knowing how you're gonna have me dripping out of you while-"

A loud knock breaks Joel's dirty whispers in your ear.

"Hello? Can you hurry up please?"

Joel goes white as a sheet at the familiar sound of Tess on the other side of the door. You can see the panic on his face as he imagines being caught in here with you. How could he possibly explain it?

He waits for you to get off of him but instead You look at him with a sheepish smirk before you start to roll your hips. Joel's hands are like a vice around your waist, holding you still and his whisper is tinted with anxiety.

"Stop."

"Thought you were gonna fill me up," you whisper against his temple, your cunt swallowing him again and again as you bounce.

"I can't. She's right out there. We're fucked."

"Not if you keep quiet."

You cover Joel's mouth with your hand continuing to bounce animatedly on his lap. Joel can only groan into your palm as you beam at him, your tight body riding him, bouncing your tits aggressively so that they ricochet.

Body so tight, so fucking good. She deserves a man who knows what he's doing. Sweet cunt like this needs to be fucked properly

Joel feels his cock being strangled and he knows he's about to cum. He wasn't serious about cumming inside you, he doesn't even know if you're on the pill. But you're not stopping, if anything you're totally feral.

Another knock sounds but Joel can't stop feeding his cock into your welcoming quim. Something caveman-like takes hold of him and he fucks you hard, grunting against your hand as he grips you around the waist.

Another knock. "Hello? People are waiting."

Joel knows that fucking you while his girlfriend is standing outside is sickening. Tess has never been anything but faithful. So why can't he stop himself with you? You give him a devilish look, perched on his lap, ready to take him deeper. You're fucking sinful with your shirt rolled up and your bottom bare. You lean forward and kiss his throat, smiling when you feel his fingers tighten.

"Should we let her in?" You whisper against Joel's jaw. "Let her see what it looks like when you fuck me full? Let her find me riding your big cock Mr. Miller?"

You haven't called him that in ages, back when you first met and he feels his cock start to twitch inside you.

"What would she think about you fucking some girl half your age?" You continue, feeling debauched. "You think she'd be mad at how much you need this tight pussy, Mr Miller?"

Joel isn't able to respond to your question, he can only watch as your pussy wraps around his throbbing dick.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum."

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss his earlobe. "Inside," you beg in a breathy whine. "Please fuck it deep, daddy."

He cums hard at your begging and is mesmerized by the way his cum begins to leak out of your pussy, down into the thatch of dark curls at the base of him.

"So good," you murmur against his mouth. "I'm so full of you."

He can only pant, staring at you in awe. He shouldn’t be able to cum this much and this hard. Joel tenses when he hears Tess talking to someone outside the door.

"There are toilets at the back, ma'am."

"Thank you so much."

Her footsteps recede and Joel catches his breath. Your face is dazed, like you can’t quite believe what you asked of him. You stare down at where you still connect.

"Gonna be dripping the whole flight home," Joel murmurs looking at your ruined cunt. "Sitting there with panties full of my cum. What do you think about that?"

You feel disgusting for whining in pleasure. Joel holds your chin between his fingers and kisses you. "You're somethin else," he says as he stares into your eyes. "Thanks for the hottest week of my fucking life."

"Same here," you say with a toothy grin.

Joel tidies himself up before leaving first. You wait a few minutes, cleaning yourself the best you can before pulling on your panties and shorts. You peek your head out to see that the fight crew is busy serving drinks. You arrive back at your seat just in time to overhear Tess grumbling next to Joel.

"There was a couple in the toilets, I'm sure I heard them fucking."

"Tess you're imagining things."

"I am not. I heard grunting and whining. I wish they hadn't told me to use the other toilets. I wanted to see who the disgusting perverts were."

"You okay?" Shawn whispers when you settle in next to him. "You were gone a long time."

"Stomach stuff," you lie with ease.

"You want me to ask for a tea?"

You suddenly remember why you're with Shawn in the first place. You love him and his thoughtful ways of making you feel special. He's immature of course but he's a good person. He's stuck by you through hard times and look how you’ve repaid him.

"That's okay," you say giving his lips a peck.

You take a moment to enjoy his handsome face, noting the similarities with Joel in his features. Shawn will age well and he'll make a good and devoted husband. You're lucky to have someone like him.

"I love you so much, babe," Shawn says sweetly, gazing at you with so much adoration that it takes your breath away.

"I love you too," you say, melting.

"I can't wait for you to be my wife."

You can almost taste your guilt knowing you sit here with his father's cum dripping out of you.

"So when do you wanna get married?" He asks you with a huge smile on his face.

You see Joel tilting his face slightly waiting for your response. But all you can think about is that you need to put this whole affair behind you. It was a crazy vacation experience. You've never cheated on Shawn before and after today you never will again. You need to move Joel out of your head and the only way to do that is to move forward with Shawn. You take his hand and squeeze it tightly.

"Let's do it as soon as possible."

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hope you're feeling better by the ghosting! Lesbian dating scene is hard out here 😭 have an ask if you're up for it. Or you can just listen abt this scenario I have, totally fine either way just wanna let these thoughts out. And you're my fav sevika writer so! It's a bit angsty/comfort ig? Basically Sevika explaining to reader why it's such a struggle to say "I love you".

Not just because it's an admission of feelings for such a character but I think it's also cuz loving someone also means you have to accept anything could happen to either of them, esp since Zaun and her job are quite dangerous. So saying those 3 words feels like accepting that risk and continue on which is a big thing to do, it's like willingly leaving yourself open to potential heartaches. Idk just recently saw posts about how love is not just a feeling but also a choice, whether to stay/commit/any other reason the person feels what love is. Felt like if the reader is the first thing she's ever cared about and don't wanna lose her (whether it's a breakup, death etc,), she would struggle saying it cuz it feels like accepting that risk which she doesn't want to. She would still make up for it by showing her love & appreciation thru other means tho! Mb the reader had anxious thoughts on whether she reciprocated, or Sevika feels bad for not saying back for so long that she felt like she has to explain why she's struggling.

Sorry if I'm rambling too long 😅 hope you have a great year ahead, love your writing as well! ❤️

i love this sm <33

men and minors dni

even though you've lived in zaun your whole life, you understand that your life's been a lot softer than it could've been.

you've never had to worry about where you'll sleep at night-- you've always had a dry, warm bed to rest in.

you've gone hungry some nights, but you're lucky enough to have never gone more than a few days without a warm meal.

and your choice in career keeps you out of the line of danger; safe and inside most of the day, home before sunset each night.

so, while you're zaunite enough to know how to keep your head down and mind your own business, you understand that for most people life's a lot scarier.

sevika's one of those people.

sevika's known grief for almost as long as she's known how to talk. she's spent her fair share of nights in the cold, and she's gone to bed hungry more often than she's gone to bed full and satisfied. plus, sevika's dedicated her life to being a revolutionary. which means sevika has a lot of enemies.

so it's no surprise that lovey-dovey words come easier for you than they do for sevika.

it isn't until two years into your relationship that you realize she's never said she loves you. sevika has to be the one to point it out.

"i think i gotta call it an early night, baby. you stay up and finish the movie." you say around a yawn, leaning forward to kiss your girlfriend on the couch. sevika pouts.

"just sleep on top of me here." she requests. you snort.

"you'll throw your back out carrying me to bed."

"that's just offensive. i could lift three of you." sevika's pout worsens. "goodnight." she huffs. "give me another kiss."

you laugh and roll your eyes. "i love you." you say with exasperation as you lean in to kiss her. sevika stiffens against you. you pull away to study her face. "'s wrong?"

"you always say that." sevika whispers. you raise an eyebrow at her, climbing into her lap to hold her face between your hands.

"well, yeah. 'cause i do."

"i know." sevika says with a tiny smile. it makes your heart flutter. it's quiet for a moment as you wait patiently for your girl to gather her words. eventually, sevika sighs. "does it ever bother you that i don't say that to you?" she asks.

you frown in confusion. "what, that you love me?" you ask. sevika nods. you sputter a laugh. "yes you do, you say it all the time." you scoff.

sevika blinks up at you in shock. "no i don't." she says. "baby, i've never said it. to anyone. ever."

oh. well, that's surprising. you furrow your brow as you try to recall an instance where your girlfriend let the words slip, and you're shocked to realize that she, in fact, has not. "oh." you say.

sevika gulps. "does that... is that bad?" she asks.

you blink down at her, and your heart shatters. "oh, baby, no." you coo, kissing her frown. "no, that's not bad."

"but-- i should be able--"

"darling, i know you love me." you cut her off. sevika blushes almost as red as she did the first time she saw your tits. you smile, brushing your thumbs over her crimson cheeks. "you make that very clear."

"yeah but i--"

"you moved me into your sacred bachlorette pad three months into us meeting. yesterday, you came home from work with a stab wound, and tried to make me dinner before patching yourself up."

"it was just a scratch."

"i'm not finished. you call me stupid shit like sweetbean and cookie-- and you do it in front of other people! you! sevika; the scary lady of zaun!" she chuckles a little bit at this. "sevika, i didn't even realize you hadn't said it until you told me just now." you kiss her nose. "it's not bad."

sevika leans forward to bury her face against your neck, inhaling deeply. "i just... i want to say it." she whispers. you nod. "i wish i could say it like you do; just, whenever i feel it." god she's romantic. you choke back your own tears as you kiss her scalp. "but... if i say it..." sevika trails off.

"if you say it, it makes it real." you whisper, nodding. "it makes it somethin' you can lose." you can feel her hot tears on your throat. you don't mention it.

"y-yeah." she whispers shakily, her hands clutching at your hips desperately. "and i can't lose you."

"you won't baby. even if the worst happens, i'm yours forever. i'll haunt the shit outta you." this pulls a startled laugh out of her, and you grin. "you don't have to say it for the rest of our lives, if you can't. i won't mind. just as long as we're together."

and that settles it.

for a while...

sevika starts practicing.

she'll spell it out to you, 'i l-o-v-e you, baby.' or she'll whisper it to you when she thinks you're sleeping.

at the three year mark, sevika can say it when she's drunk enough. it's fucking adorable.

"i have somethin' import'nt' t' tell you..." she says with a waggle of her eyebrows. you burst into laughter.

"oh, do you?" you ask.

"mmhmm. look." sevika darts forward to peck your lips, then pulls back with a proud smile. "i love'ya." she slurs. you grin.

"i love you too, baby."

"an' if this jinxes everythin' and y' die-- y' gotta make the haunting obvious 'kay?" she asks. you cackle.

"alright, love."

by the time you're married, the words are almost compulsive for her. sevika can't leave a room without shooting a 'love you' over her shoulder at you. even if you're arguing.

"oh, so you've conveniently got a fuckin' 'meeting' in the middle of the night, on your night to do fuckin' dishes?! if you don't get in the kitchen and grab the sponge right now you're sleeping on the couch!"

"it's six pm, it's a dinner meeting! i'll do the dishes when i get back! you act like i'm fuckin' negligent, but you're the one who doesn't know how to properly clean a fuckin' toilet! janna, you annoy me-- i love you, i'll be back by midnight!" she huffs as she slams the door behind her.

despite how pissed you are-- you can't help but smile a bit at her words.

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