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Y'know, we've been experimenting with Noodler's a bit more, and honestly we think that the talk about the smell as a sticking point has been overstated somewhat. We might be biased by our own background, but we think a lot of the reason that it's so overstated is because it's being encountered by people who have never been on a farm before and are unused to the scent.

We like to have opinions on things. This post is on your dashboard for two reasons - one, we've been using this Charlie pen for something like two-three weeks now, and thus have gained enough experience to be comfortable making statements about it, and two, like every review we've seen online and also the one person we talked to about using Noodler's immediately hit us with "oh but the SMELL" and we honestly didn't find it that bad.

We have, for reference, a Noodler's Charlie pen (came free with Baystate Blue), and a few bottles at this point. Noodler's is a brand that, at least for us, stands out due to affordability (guy making them apparently has previously stated that he takes pride in how little money he makes off his ink, and we checked and they're legitimately the cheapest ink even when compared to clearance inks) and the ridiculous amount of properties they bake into inks (waaterproof, forgeryproof, flourescent, "bulletproof", freeze-resistant - there are a good chunk of these that bind to the cellulite in paper, and Baystate Blue specifically is known for staining pens and such). Its pens are made with a vegetal resin that is cheap, biodegradable, and known for its smell. We also had one guy bring up the inks having an odor.

While the pens are where the "smell" note came up most often, we find that it's honestly... less bad than billed? It's noticeable when you put it up to your nose, but leaving it out in sunlight for a few days, as most manufacturers recommend, definitely does make a difference. The immediate smell is best described as putrescent - it reminds us a bit of manure, which is definitely something some people will have less tolerance for. With exposure to sunlight, it mulls into something more akin to a rich fertilizer, which we personally find somewhat pleasant, though YMMV on that.

This pen smells more when it has been used often - body temperature and sweat will get it smelling stronger, and it may stick to your fingers for a few minutes. Putting it down before writing again will get it back to its neutral state - and with the specific pen, doing this every now and then is a good idea anyways, since the Charlie Pen when eyedroppered can have excess flow if the hand's body heat causes the air inside of the pen to expand. This is probably a dealbreaker to some - we don't blame them, if so! This is an acquired taste, for sure, and we feel that a lot of our personal view on this particular manufacturer works the same way as

The chemical smell on inks is something that we'd definitely agree with with some, but not all - we have a sample vial of Noodler's Black Eel, and it has enough surface tension that it acts more like a simulation of a liquid than an actual liquid. It smells sharply artificial, like silicone condensed into a liquid. It is intense and distinctly unnatural and honestly it's a really fun substance to play with partially because of this. Other inks, like Southwest Sunset (3 oz bottle, obtained a few months ago by now), are significantly less... pronounced? There's a chemical smell, but it certainly isn't noticeable unless you stick your nose right up in there. Honestly, we think that unless you're getting a lubricant ink, it's nothing to worry about.

If we paid fifty dollars for this pen, then we might consider these complaints to be... hmm, more significant? The Noodler's Charlie Pen we have was free, and writes better than a $50 pen - and we do mean legitimately free, we checked the price of the ink and it adds nothing to the price to add the pen. Things like Noodler's Flex pens are ten bucks below the next most expensive thing and much prettier. Your mileage may vary, of course - we have a relatively sensitive nose, but we also grew up in the middle of fuckass nowhere and had more than enough time to get used to the smells of livestock and animals, whereas we could easily imagine that someone who didn't grow up on a farm would be shocked and disgusted by the smell. But it's a free pen, we like "biodegradable and sturdy", it functions better than our more expensive ones, and... honestly, we kind of think the resin is worth the price of admission.

This post does not necessarily have a purpose - it is, mostly, us sharing our opinions on something, and you should take it how you will. Most sellers recommend that you leave the pen out in sunlight to sap the smell, and we noticed that it was more or less gone when our of use after about a week and a half of that. Our $0 Charlie pen has a significantly better flow than our $25 Pilot Metropolitan, and a less scratchy nib. We feel like if it works it works - you may want a less strong-smelling pen, or a pen that doesn't need to be left out in sunlight for a week. Though we, of course, can be more than caught up in form, we tend to vastly prefer function over looking fancy, so this has become one of our most well-used pens over the past little bit.

So we aren't just obliterating your dashboard - here's a picture of the moddle, and of our foster kittens serving as our backdrop for our Charlie pen. Do what you will with this information. Also, to our loyal followers, thank you for continuing to attend our blog posts as we slowly descend further into the madness of fountain pens. We refuse to buy anything that costs over $100 without a job and at least a few years sunk into the hobby, but Fountain Pen Day has given us a handful of sales good enough to get spendier pens that would otherwise be out of our price range, so you will probably be hearing about those soon enough.

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

i did dailies so many days in a row like some kind of g*mer for achievement furniture and the fucking [redacted] fables aren't even readable, they just fucking glow 💀

[tama-the-toe]

Gnarcy X DJ Storm (Pt. 1)

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Of bows and ducks 🐤

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[W: 1.6k - Rated M: Chrissy's POV, angst, eating disorder, abusive household]

Chrissy Cunningham wears bright eyeshadows because it distracts people’s attention from her crooked teeth.

Chrissy Cunningham wakes up half an hour before to curl her ponytail to create the impression that she has more hair than she actually has.

Chrissy Cunningham wears oversized clothes because it creates the illusion that she’s smaller.

Chrissy Cunningham has been shaving her legs since she was eight years old.

All of Chrissy Cunningham’s underwear is cotton white, and her mother cuts all the decorative little bows off.

Chrissy Cunningham hasn’t slept more than five hours at night in years, because perfection takes time.

Chrissy Cunningham hasn’t finished any meal since she was eleven, because it makes her look exemplary to her parents’ friends when she says she’s full before finishing, even if she's still hungry.

Chrissy Cunningham’s mother taught her all of this.

So, it’s safe to say that every morning, when she wakes up from yet another short sleep, Chrissy Cunningham doesn’t know who Chrissy Cunningham is. She feels like her own skin isn’t hers, it’s just some character that her mother has carefully created, and it’s a role she can’t break free from. 

Chrissy Cunningham doesn’t exist, not really.

Her friends don’t talk about this. They occasionally whine about the food or their body size, but they always take a few minutes to look at themselves in the mirror of the school restroom to style out their hair, or to put some make up on that they have to hide from their parents. 

Chrissy hates mirrors, because she always has the supernatural feeling that her reflection is someone else’s, but it was starting to get suspicious that she didn’t even put lip gloss, so she bought one last summer at Starcourt mall. 

She liked the mall. It was one of the few places she was allowed to go with her friends without her mother’s scrutinizing eye on her at all times. She used to side eye that one lingerie shop, wondering if she would ever wear one of the lacey black panties.

Well, not actually those, but something that is not white. Hell, if she was honest to herself, she would settle for just keeping the little bows. She’d settle for her mother not manipulating her intimate clothes.

She thought of stealing a pair of hot pink panties, but she’s too much of a coward. 

There’s something Chrissy’s friend used to do every time after shopping, though, and it would later keep her awake at night out of pure guilt. They would go to the ice cream parlor. She couldn’t buy an ice cream, actually, because her mother always counted the money and made her give it all back, then asked for the receipts, and she couldn’t just see one of an ice cream because that’d mean that she won’t have dinner for the following week (unfinished meals every night are better than no meal at all).

But she would go there, anyway, and let her friends engage with the Harrington boy so they could get a discount from him, and she’d glance more than once at the display of several flavors behind the glass, fantasizing how many scoops she’d have, or which ones she would choose, and then, with no fail, the other cashier, Robin Buckley, from school band, would come to ask which one she wants to try. It makes Chrissy feel naughty, she always picks a different one, but buys nothing. 

That happens several times. She tries not to think how sad it is that this little thing is actually thrilling. Something so small that makes her feel like she still exists.

Robin’s in uniform but she manages to own it. Her shoes are scribbled all over, she wears a lot of trinkets, little chains, silver (her mother doesn’t let her wear silver, just gold), her hair is cut unevenly, and looks like she tried to make highlights at home with cleaning bleach, and her smudge eyeshadow seems to be done with her finger.

Chrissy likes that so very much. Robin shows through the uniform. She slips through the cracks, like yelling at the world that Robin exists, that Robin is.

It’s not nice to compare, but she looks at her group of friends and thinks that they all… they all kind of look the same. And they worry about the same silly stuff that seems ordinary but is out of Chrissy’s reach, like parents not going for a weekend so they can sneak their boyfriends in.

They all share that they won't see Chrissy, either. Not really.

Not ever.

Because they are all the same person.

That’s an unkind thought.

Maybe Chrissy is unkind.

Then the Starcourt mall burns down and it feels like a divine intervention for how secretly petty she is when she’s there.

It happens in July, and since Chrissy’s mother won’t let her go to any parties, she starts training near the school for when the cheerleading season begins again, and that’s when she meets Jason Carver. 

He’s on the basketball court and she’s running laps. They steal glances and that’s exciting, because the boy is beautiful. His smile looks like  the prologue of a tragedy and she falls in love with that feeling. They exchange more than glances and smiles and she wants things she never wanted before. It all fades into the blur of a far away memory right when school begins and they trade hot kisses and love bites for holding hands in the hallway. 

She feels nothing for him when Chrissy realizes Jason loves the curated version that her mother has made out of her, not actually her. He loves that she’s girly, and perfectionist with her looks, that she’s fit and petite, that unnatural lovely hair swirl, that she wears cute colors on her eyelids and that she always leaves fries for him whenever they go to a diner. 

Nothing.

And what’s about her to love, anyway? Who is Chrissy Cunningham? She’s just—

She is just gone.

Maybe she was never there to begin with, inside this tight suit of skin and heavy bones she wears everywhere.

She keeps avoiding the stranger in the mirror when she realizes she only can see what her mother sees wrong in her, or she can only hear the comments of Jason about her bony hips that one time they were at the backseat of his car. Chrissy knows how to do her makeup without using the cursed mirror, she knows how to style her hair without it, and it’s weird, that’s why she always helps the coach to store all the stuff they used, coming into the dressing room after her team, and fakes to take more time in the shower after practice, to be the last one to leave. To dress herself with the profaned underwear without looking at it, to reconstruct the image she hates so much and not having to put a smile upon her face while she fades away one day more.

That time she’s not alone when she comes in, all sweaty in her uniform.

There’s the ice cream girl, Robin. They had band practice and she was the only one who actually took it seriously about practicing with the stiff jacket of the uniform for an upcoming rally. She heard the rehearsal from the gym.

Robin hasn’t seen her yet, and Chrissy just can’t move. Robin is listening to something that she’s humming to in her walkman, that she stops with a loud click and puts away, unbuttoning her shirt.

Something is happening inside Chrissy when she sees Robin’s ducky bra.

A ducky bra.

Sky blue background and a god damned yellow ducky pattern.

Chrissy has never in her life seen something like that. That looks… Okay, that doesn’t even look the right size. Maybe it’s from past years and she still uses it. It looks comfortable, though, even if a little old.

It has the little, bright orange bow between her breasts.

She gasps audibly, and Robin spots her.

They lock gazes and Robin actually looks like a deer caught in headlights. Pink cheeks, big, blue eyes focused on her.

She’s so gorgeous without even trying. She always has been.

Chrissy is in a strange chokehold. It has to be nice to be someone, she thinks to herself, and not being afraid to exist.

They talk, but Chrissy’s not even paying attention to what she is saying. She’s only looking at Robin, and Chrissy must have said something funny because Robin laughs. She can’t look away, notice Robin’s cheeks growing darker, her hand accommodating her hair behind her own ears, the low conversation taking place in an empty space.

She does remember asking Robin if she could kiss her, though.

She does remember standing there in silence before their mouths meet halfway, experimental and new, soft and wet.

Chrissy hears herself whine in Robin’s lips, and dares to ask for more. Begs Robin to touch her and she’s feeling Robin’s cold fingers around her waist, lips locking, mouth opening, tongue curling around hers.

Robin is chatty, but Chrissy doesn’t mind. She spares a few words here and there in between kisses, and then Robin whispers to her ear, over, and over again, “I saw you. At the mall, I saw you. Every time.”

Chrissy gasps and kisses her again, grabs her hair, puts her body against her, skin touching skin, they fall to the floor and keep kissing until her lips are sore and someone opens the door of the locker room and they both hid from that uninvited person to keep kissing in silence, which was rather hard, but ultimately thrilling and funny. 

It’s hours later, under the safe covers of her bed when she realizes that for a little while she actually felt her skin as her own. And that’s new, that’s fresh. 

Thrilling. Something so small that makes her feel like she actually exists.

Maybe Chrissy wasn’t gone after all.

Maybe Chrissy Cunningham actually exists.

[irisintheafterglow]

...said you like my eyes (and you like to make 'em roll)

summary: you marry hoshina soshiro. it's just a business deal...right?

wc: 1.2k

cw/tags: implied fem!reader, explicit language, marriage of convenience, childhood friends to rivals to lovers, pining but he's SO mad about it, tension breaking and a lil steamy towards the end (but nothing explicit), intentional lowercase (i didn't mean for it to be this long but here we are)

note: hello iris nation today i offer you hoshina brain rot because this bowl cut bastard has been nothing but the forefront of my mind for the past week. hope you enjoy LOL

likes, reblogs, and replies are appreciated <3

"oi." a small bubble mailer is unceremoniously tossed onto your desk and you don't bother looking up at who threw it. "wear that."

"hello to you too, vice-captain. what a lovely day it is!" you remark without pulling your pen from the document you were signing, your voice mockingly sweet. he can't stand you. "oh, i'm doing well," you continue with the imagined conversation, "just doing paperwork and wondering what my wonderful fake husband is up to."

"careful how loud you say that," he warns through gritted teeth, "or you put both of our jobs in jeopardy."

"i'm aware, hoshina." you sigh, finally looking up from your paperwork at the package in front of you. "trust me, i'm not trying to mess this thing up just as much as you are," you reassure him before dropping your voice to a nearly imperceptible volume. "as difficult as you make it, sometimes." you catch the muscle in his jaw clench and smile inwardly at your victory in making him tick.

"just open that and put it on. i have work to do." you frown, gesturing at the stack of papers that appeared on your desk that morning and were nowhere close to being finished.

"and you don't think i don't?"

"open the damn package."

"what do you say first?" you smile at him condescendingly and watch his frown become deeper. rolling his eyes, he pushes the mailer closer to you before muttering a quiet, "please." you reluctantly open the package, dropping the small gold circle inside into your palm. it's a testament to your working and romantic relationship with hoshina that your first reaction is to snort. "what the hell is this?"

"we're married, aren't we?" he scowls, annoyance overtaking his typically-amused face. "might as well look the part."

"how thoughtful of you," you say with no inkling of gratitude, slipping the ring into its proper spot on your left hand. "huh. perfect fit."

"that's a surprise," he mutters and you narrow your eyes, suspicious of what he meant by that. "i mean that i bought it off a discount site, not that i thought the ring wouldn't fit on your finger or something," he quickly corrects, his unhappiness and irritation clear.

"you got me a wedding ring off a discount site?" you bark out a laugh and admire the shining band in the light. "is this even real gold or is it painted plastic?"

"don't know. didn't bother looking," he mumbles and you gape at him and his pure level of indifference. "just wear that so no one gets suspicious about us."

"what about you?" he fishes under the collar of his suit to reveal a similar ring dangling at the end of a small chain. "aw, maybe you can give that one to your real wife one day. maybe she'll be stupid enough to believe it's real." he scoffs, turning to leave.

"i don't need another wife; i already have my hands full with you."

---

"they won't think twice if it's us marrying each other. not when they look at both of our histories," he explained to you on an off-base excursion, away from prying eyes and recording cameras.

"what's in it for you?" you take another sip from your drink, something you forced hoshina to buy for you for making you travel so far off base. it was like you were kids again, sparring with tree branches in the afternoon and spending all your money on sugary drinks. "isn't it bad to be making attachments, especially ones in the defense force itself?" he shrugs, calmer than you'd ever seen him since you were transferred to the third division. you remember the first time he saw you on base, immediately ordering you to run laps for some made-up reason. so much for childhood best friends turning into kaiju-fighting partners, you thought to yourself.

"people will stop asking me to use my benefits on them, for one," he says. "it'll also stop the brass from bothering me about next-of-kin type stuff."

"oh, so you want me to deal with the repercussions if you die? how thoughtful," you deadpan. "and in exchange, i get more benefits too?" he nods, refusing to look at you. come to think of it, you'd only faced him head on when you first arrived on base. shaking your head, you ask hoshina a question that'd been lingering your mind since you first saw him after he left to join the defense force. "why is this the most you've spoken to me since i transferred? what happened to growing up together and joining and-"

"questions like that have no place in this arrangement," he cuts in, a shadow casting over his eyes that you couldn't read. "so don't ask them." you huff through your nose before deciding not to press the subject further.

"strictly transactional, right?" you murmur, the barest hint of sadness detectable in your voice.

"strictly transactional," he affirms.

---

"mmm, now what happened to 'this is strictly transactional,' husband?" you smirk against his lips, his hands desperately roaming anywhere he can reach on your body.

"shut the hell up." after months of avoiding you and willing the ache in his lungs to subside, something in him had begun to bend when he saw what you were wearing to the defense force banquet. whatever it was completely snapped when you brushed your hand against the bicep of some nobody from another division. the interaction made his vision bleed scarlet and it took all his energy to remain cordial as he all but dragged you out of the ballroom.

"ask nicely and maybe i'll think about it," you murmur.

"shut the hell up, please," he rasps, breathless from kissing you in a dark, quiet back hallway of the banquet hall.

"kiss me harder and i will," you counter and he just laughs, pinning you back against the wall. one of his hands runs up and down the side of your thigh, the other holding you close by the back of your neck. "what's gotten into you? not that i'm complaining, but-"

"do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" hoshina can barely breathe, every single one of his senses overtaken by you. your perfume, your skin, your eyes, your lips. he was sinking into an indulgence that he'd never allowed himself to have, and it was intoxicating.

"i think i can make several educated guesses." he rolls his eyes but is barely able to stay away from you and your smart mouth. "but really," you say, gently pushing him away and you swear you hear him groan in frustration. "what's going on, soshiro?" soshiro. he liked it when you said his name.

"i'm done pretending that i don't care about you anymore," he admits, his face burning from adrenaline and embarrassment. "i'm fucking sick of acting like you don't matter to me." you blink at him as his eyes burn molten-red.

"why did you act like i was a burden?" your voice cracks and something in hoshina's chest wrings. "why were you so mean for so long?"

"i was hoping i could scare you away," he replies guiltily after a tense moment. "i was hoping that, if i was mean to you...you would leave the force and you wouldn't get hurt. i just wanted you to be safe. all i ever wanted was for you to be safe."

"and you thought marrying me to get your benefits would keep me safe?"

"i've had better ideas," he concedes and you crack a smile. he mirrors your grin, kissing you sweetly. "can i make it up to you?" his hands travel more dangerously over your exposed skin, sending shudders down your body. "i promise i can...make amends to your liking." you hum, tugging him out of the nearest exit.

"i think that can be arranged."

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[icemankazansky]

Top 5 Iceman Kazansky eras

Oh my God, this is inspired.

Lessee.

In chronological order:

USNA Valedictorian and Most Valuable Player (Varsity Lacrosse and Intramural Sex) Era

Work hard, play hard. Ice did his share of grinding in high school, excelling in academics and balancing as many extracurriculars as possible, but now he's out of his family home, and he can come into his own. Between his Navy work and the extra rigors of playing Division 1 sports, as well as the natural effects of aging, Ice is going to bulk up, lose his puppy fat, and get Stupid Hot. Now that he doesn't have the confines of being a minor living with your parents, he's also going to have the opportunity to slut it up properly. I love this for him.

Top Gun Era

Waist: Snatched. Patience: Nonexistent. He's the best, he knows he's the best, and he's looking his best. Cannot stop serving cunt for a single second. This man is a 24/7 cunt buffet with a heart of gold and a smile made of actual sunshine.

Hot Shot Era

For several years after TOPGUN (probably at least a decade), Ice is going to spend his life as an active duty pilot, in demand and the best of the best. He gets to prove his mettle, hone his skills, and fuck Maverick in aircraft carriers and exotic locales all over the world. I believe they refer to these as glory days. You're doing amazing, sweetie.

Dad Jeans Era

As he ages and is promoted away from flying full time, Ice is going to be less competitive as a reflex. That razor's edge he's maintained so long is going to get sanded down, and he'll become more comfortable with his place in life and the people with whom he shares it, and be more comfortable going without that icy mask, be more comfortable showing his softness. He's going to buy some sweaters. He's going to take some vacations. Maybe he'll pick up some hobbies. He'll buy a bird feeder. He's going to go full DILF.

Growing Old Together

A well-earned retirement for the man who was one of the world's best pilots, one of the highest-ranked military leaders in the world, and an Olympic gold medalist in sex. Sweater Ice is going to enter silver fox mode. He's going to retire and relax for five fucking minutes. He's going to learn to use Do Not Disturb mode on his phone. He's going to install a porch swing on the front porch of his forever home with Maverick. He's going to read books for pleasure, savoring them slowly the way he hasn't been able to in years. He's going to join the AARP and get discounts at restaurants once he's able to eat normally again after cancer and chemo. He and Maverick are going to take long vacations together, just the two of them, doing things they've wanted to do their entire lives. It's well deserved, Admiral.

[rottenpumpkin13]

AGSZC; who takes the winter holidays (decorations, gifts, traditions, etc.) seriously and to what level? What are their emotions typically like through out this time/events?

 

 

*offers shiny stickers because you're awesome*

Sephiroth: Holidays are bittersweet for him. The constant focus on family and joy drags up memories of his isolated childhood. He anonymously donates vast sums to charities and participates in gift-giving programs for children. He enjoys the decorations, as they're a rare splash of color and vibrancy in the monotony of Shinra's corporate aesthetic, and avoids parties like the plague but values moments with his friends. And then there's the food. Everyone assumes he doesn't like sweets until they see him casually dismantle an entire gingerbread house with a fork.

Genesis: Lives for the holidays and goes all out on luxurious and borderline ostentatious decorations, with red and gold dominating every surface. He decorates everything in rich reds and gold, absolutely loves gifting things to his coworkers so they can boast about how thoughtful—and, by extension, great—he is.

Zack: No part of the holidays goes untouched by his relentless excitement. Caroling? Already got a lineup of songs and has rounded up reluctant people to join. Gift-giving? Zack has something for everyone, including people he met once in the hallway and some random cashier who gave him a discount. Decorating? Reckless abandon. He slaps tinsel and lights onto anything that doesn't move—and some things that do, like Sephiroth. ("You're tall and pretty. Congratulations, you're a Christmas tree now!"). He organizes gingerbread house building, insists on hosting Secret Santa, and makes use of an Elf on the Shelf.

Angeal: He's all about the true meaning of the season; family, gratitude, holiday sales. But most importantly friendship and kind words.

Angeal: "GET IN THE CAR. THE FLASH SALE ENDS IN TEN MINUTES. ZACK, STOP ASKING IF THEY SELL CHOCOBO ONESIES, YOU ALREADY HAVE THREE. GENESIS, IF YOU START RECITING THAT LOVELESS VERSE ABOUT SACRIFICE ONE MORE TIME, I'LL SACRIFICE YOU TO THE GODDESS MYSELF. SEPHIROTH, FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING HOLY, MOVE YOUR ASS—THE AIR FRYERS FOR EACH ONE OF US AREN'T GOING TO BUY THEMSELVES.

Sephiroth: "But I don't even want an air fryer."

Angeal: "YOU DON'T WANT ANYTHING THAT REQUIRES BASIC LIFE SKILLS. THE LAST TIME YOU COOKED, YOU SET OFF THE SPRINKLERS BECAUSE TRIED TO SEAR STEAK WITH FIRE MATERIA."

Sephiroth:

[valwrote]

I had this set up after seeing how Satoru wears frigfing 250,000 yen shirts- wtf?

synopsis : Gojo Satoru. Someone who is filthy rich with a partner that bargains and demands discounts on every thing. (The inner Asian mom is showing itself.)

additonally: a birthday surprise in the end where yuuji accidentally pops a party popper on satoru's face + lovesick satoru.

a/n : happy late birthday to our favourite sweet consuming demon and dimples guy. ♡

The tension in the room was palpatating.

Satoru watched as you had a stare off with the receptionist at the restaurant he had picked for you two's date.

"Hm...so you are telling me that for a table of two, you guys take ¥ 60,000 per person?" You stared at the guy who assigned seats to the visitors, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

"Yes ma'am, that's right." The man politely nodded despite your rather hostile attitude.

"But you say that kids under 5 eat for free?" You mused, tone softening a bit.

"Yes, that is correct." The receptionist nodded at you with a kind smile.

Silence.

"So you see Satoru right here is actually just 4 years old-" you started.

"Yes, I am- wait what!?" Satoru did a double take and stared at you with his jaw dropped.

Yeah, that's how his life was. Full of life, comedy and fundamentals of bargaining as you would rightfully call it. The number of incidents of you arguing with anyone and everyone for a discount never failed to entertain him.

For example : –

Satoru watched you in awe as you talk- no, argued with a fruit seller over the ridiculous prices.

"I can't believe this! ¥7500 (50 USD) for a single watermelon? What, is this watermelon made of gold or something?" You baffled at the price. That was seriously ridiculous.

"Miss, these are the best of their kind! They won't disappoint." The vendor defended, trying to list out the pros of the fruit.

"Sweets, you should just get it. ¥7500 is nothi-" Satoru was cut off by your stern look.

"Nothing!? That price is just unreasonable! I will not pay anymore than ¥6000." You huffed, crossing your arms in disapproval.

"Haha- miss if I started seeling things for THAT low, I will end up going bankrupt.. how about ¥7200?" The vendor nervously chuckled, not wanting to make you more angry. He also glanced at Satoru, hoping he would save him.

Satoru simply sighed. Messing with you right now would earn him a one way ticket to heaven.

"¥6800 and not a single more."

"...fine." the vendor grumbled, handing the fruit over to you.

You smiled triumphantly and took the watermelon before merrily walking off. Satoru stared at you with an amused expression while trailing you.

Truth be told, Satoru didn't care about bargaining. If he saw something he wanted, he could buy without sparing a glance on the price tag.

However seeing you bargain your way through life was the most amusing thing to him. He had both his heart and his credit card surrendered to you, yet you were adamant on not spending any more than necessary.

He still remembers the day you came home with a beaming smile on your face.

"Satoru guess what!" You chimed, seemingly proud at what you had done.

"What is it sweets?" He looked up from whatever he was doing.

"I got so many clothes for such good price. Hehe those discount vouchers are a gift of God, I tell you!" You grinned and he just laughed.

"Seriously? How much did you save this time?" He chuckled, curious as to how much you saved.

"Well, the salesman was about to tell me the exorbitant price but I whipped out the discount vouchers and got 40% off." You smugly smiled, probably impressed with your own self.

However, when it came to matters such as his birthday...

"Woah, what is this?" Satoru marveled at the sight of the decorations. Everyone was here. Nanami, Shoko, Yaga, the first and second years and you.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" All of you yelled in unison. Yuuji however, was struggling to open up the confetti popper and ended up shaking it so hard that it popped right on Satoru's face.

The man of the hour had confetti, both in his mouth and all over his face. Everyone laughed and some even snagged some pictures.

Satoru stood still for a second before his palm reached up to remove his blindfold which surprise surprise! Also got confetti stuck in it.

"Thanks- Yuuji." He said, blowing confetti out of his mouth, before smiling and chuckling at Yuuji.

Everyone later indulged in talking, eating and hanging out. The atmosphere was uplifting and heart swelling to see all your close ones enjoying themselves.

"So, how much discount did you get yourself on all this preparation?" You heard Satoru ask you. He was smiling brightly, so much so that his blue hues had smile line creases from his bright smile. You could even see his dimples.

Man, God was playing favourites while creating Satoru, that's for sure. Who knew the strongest sorcerer was deep inside just a gentle soul that needed love like everyone else?

"None." You smiled back at him

"Why so?" He asked, awaiting an answer.

"It's your birthday, silly. Price doesn't matter, you do." You booped his nose with you finger. You could see his ears turn red.

Satoru hated you. He hated how you would say such endearing this that would makes a puddle of mess from blushing. Just kidding, he loved you, with all his heart.

"Still..I could've saved so much money." You whined, earning a chuckle from him.

Nevermind. You never changed. He wasn't complaining though.

gosh- me including so many people are in love with this guy. I wanna hold him in my palms.

happy birthday satoru. You are so skrunkly

©definitelysel

not proof read. I wrote it on a whim.

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If you're able would you mind trying friendship/relationship headcanons for zeki? I love your writing and it sucks that no one does anything for this sleezy space cat. Thanks is advance!

I sure can!

(I don't care what anybody says, this sleazeball needs to be romanceable or else.)

Zeki . . .

- is a completely confident tomcat until he accidentally falls in love

- isn’t the type to get noticeably flustered, of course, considering his salesman lifestyle, but he does feel his heart beat thunderously when you’re around

- is initially ashamed for being attracted to you, as he knows a relationship could be used against him if he got into bad blood with the cartels he works with, and you are too lovely to be put in that sort of danger — alas, you make him weak. Agh, this is all your fault!

- starts treating you a little differently when you come into the shop to buy things, i.e. giving you absurd discounts, giving you affectionate names, etc.

(“Oh, pumpkin, take back your coin, the sundrop lilies have been reduced to just 11 gold.”

“11 gold?! That’s half off, since when do you do half off prices?”

“Since, ehm . . . now?”)

- is surprised to see you in the Black Market at first, as he doesn’t really associate you with his illegal activities yet

- later confides in you with exclusive, private information about his trade deals and debts he’s in

- appreciates the advice and reassurance you give on such matters, but also in general

- invites you over to his place from time to time for tea and chat; the invites increase as you both get closer

- actually shows a bit of bashfulness when you give him gifts; he’s never been given meaningful gifts from anyone in Kilima, and gift-giving is his favorite love language

- obviously gives you gifts as well, half of them being highly illegal flow-infused materials and treasures

- will often touch you with innocuous gestures, like holding your shoulder, caressing your cheek, brushing hair out of your eyes, etc.

- can sometimes hear your heartbeat if it’s beating hard; his 4 ears make him sensitive to frequencies like it

- asks if he can brush your hair after a while of being in a relationship; why? Because Grimalkins value fur grooming in close bonds, and your hair is the closest he can get to his tradition with your physiology

- melts into you and purrs loudly whenever you pet or brush him back

- additionally values snuggling as a Grimalkin; listen, the culture in his blood loves cuddling up with his partner! Partners are the only people they can be so close and intimate with, after all

- “laughs” flatly and unenthusiastically when you spout feline jokes, but still thinks your delivery is adorable

- is lowkey a wonderful cook, although he mainly sticks to a pescatarian diet and cooks as such

- secretly writes to his ma about you like a smitten boy who fell in love for the first time

- will absolutely not get up before he normally does in the morning; if you have go somewhere before dawn, you’ll have to listen to him dramatically complain and moan about how cold the bed is without you and how he’s going to die if you don’t come back to sleep with him

- can’t sleep in, but he'll make it up to you by making you breakfast; he'll leave it upon the nightstand on your side of the bed for you

- will always kiss you goodbye, no matter where he’s going or where you’re heading off to

[archangeldyke-all]

can't focus on 'babyfather' cause im thinking about two things:

fluffy- cowboy sev and reader officially adopting the kiddos

smutty- reader shows cowboy sev her newly honed hog-tying skills (ehehehehehe)

the fluffy one omgggg

men and minors dni

grayson's been sheriff since you took over the inn. she's a tough broad, but she's good. she values harmony and her constitutes more than the law, and she's always willing to turn a blind eye if it means keeping everyone happy.

the two of you have had a deal since you took over. grayson doesn't interfere with the shady dealings that happen in your tavern, she doesn't mention the criminals who stay in your inn, so long as they don't target any local joints, and they keep all their violence outside the town's county limits.

but now she's retiring.

she deserves it, she's a hardworking woman, and she and her wife have finally saved up enough to buy a little plot of land a few miles south to start their dream retirement homestead. you're happy for her.

but you're also nervous.

because with grayson gone, there's a new sheriff in town. and he's a total dickhead.

marcus is the opposite of grayson. he'll do anything to make a flashy arrest. he's got no sense of hometown loyalty or pride. and he's out to get you.

it started with questions about sevika. comments about how she looks strikingly similar to certain 'wanted' posters of the 'weary woman of the west.'

a few gold bars managed to buy his silence. but that wasn't the end of it.

next, he started sniffing around your inn, making patrons uncomfortable, especially the more criminally inclined.

it was only through a town hall meeting where all the villagers gathered together and demanded he leave your business alone, (they were worried that without your frequent guests, most of the luxury goods with discounted prices that they bring with them would disappear from the local markets) paired with a strongly written letter from grayson that managed to get him to back off.

but now he's after your kids.

powder and violet have been in your and sevika's care for three years now. and while you're not a conventional family, you're a family nonetheless.

sure, the four of you all cringe when someone mistakenly refers to you or sev as the girl's 'mom'; and their homeschooled education is just as focused on criminal training as it is arithmetic and gardening; and you and sevika's marriage certificate wouldn't hold up in any sort of official court-- but that doesn't matter.

what matters is the dinners you share every evening, tucked in a corner booth of the tavern as your patrons eat surrounding you, listening to sevika's stories from the ranch that day, or violet's re-tellings of the book she's been reading.

what matters is the way the girls still pile into bed beside you and sev on rainy nights, both claiming to be scared of the thunder, though you all know they just like their cuddles.

what matters is the way you'd die for them. the way you love them. the pride in sevika's eye each time she watches the two of them play in the street, the swell in your heart each time you watch her join in with them. that's what matters.

marcus doesn't seem to care.

"i oughta kill him." sevika growls as she storms up to your room. marcus just hand delivered a bunch of official looking documents to you and sevika, threatening to take the girls to an orphanage by force if you and sevika don't procure the proper documentation for them in a month's time. you trail behind her, slumping onto the bed and watching your wife pace in circles around your room. "who the fuck does he think he is, splittin' up a family like this?" she seethes.

you're too busy panicking to be able to comfort your wife. sevika's too angry to notice the tears brimming your eyes.

"s-sev." you choke out between silent sobs.

she freezes, her head snapping over to where you're sitting on your bed. her angry expression falls, her heart breaking as she rushes over to your side to gather you up in your arms.

"h-he can't, right?" you cry. she kisses your head.

"he won't." she says, convinced. "worst comes to worst, the four of us go on the run. we could survive in the desert, it's what the girls have been training for since they first moved in." she whispers. "i'm not lettin' him split us up, baby."

you cry in her arms while she rubs circles in your back, horrified for powder and violet.

sevika was an orphan before she ran away to wander the west. she still can't talk about her years in the orphanage run by nuns, but sometimes she wakes up screaming, and you know it's not nightmares about the shootouts she's survived. it breaks your heart.

it kills you to think that violet and powder might end up there, too.

the girls are just as worried about marcus as you are. powder's been having nightmares since he first started questioning your little family, terrified of being torn away from you and sev. violet's been quieter, a nervous look in her eye at all times, flinching each time she messes up, like she's already anticipating the thwack of a ruler on the back of her hands.

sevika gently lays you down on to bed, curling around you as you cry. you can feel her own silent tears soaking your shoulder as the two of you drift off to a fitful sleep.

when you wake up, it's to powder laying on your chest, and violet curled up in sevika's arms.

she's awake too, studying the girls with a furrow in her brow.

"hi." you whisper. she looks over at you, her frown not ceasing.

"i have an idea." she says quietly. you blink at her and nod. "we'll have to close shop for a few days." she whispers. a smile ticks up at the corner of your mouth. "i think ol' man ernie will let me take off for a week, especially when he hears why i'll be gone." she says, referring to her boss, the owner of the ranch where she works. he's just as in love with the kids as you and sevika are. hell, the girls got the whole town wrapped around their fingers.

"what's your plan?" you ask. she smirks.

"did i ever tell you about the time i got caught?" she asks. you raise an eyebrow at her.

"i thought you had a clean record." you say, smiling. "i wouldn't'a married you if i knew you'd been caught before." you tease her. she laughs and reaches out to nudge your shoulder.

"fuck off." she chuckles. you grab her hand before she can retract it, interlacing your fingers. she sighs. "it was long before i met you, a bank robbery gone bad. when they shot my shoulder." she explains. you nod. since you've known her, sevika's left arm has been practically out of commission, her shoulder shredded to bits in a bad job.

"i got caught up, they threw me in a cell in a big city about a hundred miles north of here." she whispers. "but, i had money. enough for a lawyer, the best in town." she says. "his name was silco. i'd never seen a man so rich before, dressed like he was goin' to church just to visit me in my cell, so much jewelry on 'im he could barely lift up his hands they were so heavy. but he was good. they dropped the charges before i could even go to court-- they knew not to fuck with 'im. he got me out in a week-- my cellmate had been waitin' to get out for three years." she explains. you nod along. "i'm sure he's still alive. he's gotta be. and if we can get him to take on our case, there's no way marcus'll be able to take the girls from us." she says.

"you think he'll take on our case? adoption's a lot different than criminal defense law." you whisper. sevika shrugs

"he had a husband himself... he's like us." she says. "and he took a liking to me, said i was the 'ballsiest client' he'd had in his whole career."

you chuckle. "he'd be stupid not to like you." you say. she smiles. "gimmie three days to get the current guests to pack up and leave. 're we takin' the train or shimmer?" you ask. sevika laughs.

"the train." she says, smiling. you grin.

"the girls'll love that. neither of 'em have ever been on a train before."

the trip to the city is a hit.

powder and violet can barely contain their excitement on the train ride to town. they both took the window seats, pressing their noses against the glass and gasping at the speed of the train, the beautiful landscapes sweeping past them almost too fast to make out more than a blur.

you and sevika spend the five hour ride admiring your kids. a couple of times, one of you tears up, out of bittersweet happiness, and fear of what's going to happen to them.

when you finally arrive in the bustling downtown, the girls go crazy.

"holy shit!" violet gasps as she takes in the busy streets. it is pretty impressive, compared to your sleepy little shanty town. there's horse-drawn carriages, buskers, open markets, and buildings taller than you've ever seen before. sevika snorts and nudges violet, pointing her to the candy store across the street, putting a dollar in her hand.

"take powder, and go crazy." she whispers, like you can't hear her. you just laugh and roll your eyes at the excited squeals, then cringe when the girls dart out in the busy street, narrowly avoiding a trampling.

"you're such a sucker." you say to sevika as she wraps her arm around your waist, guiding you to a bench to wait for you girls in. she chuckles.

"it's a vacation." she says with a shrug. you giggle, eyeing the crowds of people surrounding you, then quickly leaning up to kiss her cheek when you find nobody looking at you. she blushes.

with the girls hopped up on sugar, the three mile walk to the lawyer's office goes by quick. they take turns between you and sevika, holding onto your hands as you swing them between the two of you.

when you finally arrive, sevika stops the two of you in front of a big stone building, nodding. "here we are."

you've never been in a building so fancy. inside, there's an elevator, which freaks you out-- so you take the stairs two at a time to meet the girls up on the third floor.

by the time you arrive, sevika's already shaking hands with a skinny man in a velvet red suit. the girls are quietly playing in the hallway, dancing with each other, working off their sugar high.

sevika and the man, silco you assume, talk in hushed tones. a burly, dust covered man approaches you with a smile on his face.

"vander." he introduces himself, reaching a hand out for you to shake. you smile and shake his hand. "you must be sevika's missus." he says with a chukel. you blush and nod. he whistles. "good for you. i remember when silco took on 'er case, he was enamored with her. she was a vagabond back then, i never thought i'd see the day she'd settle down." he says. "nevertheless, have kids."

"you must be silco's husband?" you guess. vander nods.

"your letter got here last night. silco was thrilled to hear sevika'd be coming to town. i decided to tag along to keep you company, i know how those two can get when they're talkin'-- off in their own world." he says, laughing and nodding to where sevika and silco are gesturing wildly and laughing with one another. you smile.

"i appreciate the two of you hearing our case." you say. vander laughs.

"we're not just hearin' it, darlin' we're takin' it." he says. you blink at him in surprise. he shrugs. "we got two boys of our own, mylo and claggor. they're downstairs, if the girls wanna play while we work. they're not ours-- not traditionally. it would kill us if they got taken away." he says.

tears well up in your eyes. "o-oh." you whisper. he smiles and slings an arm around you, tugging you toward his chest.

"plus, marcus is an old enemy of ours. silco's had half a dozen cases since i've known him defending innocent people against that pig. i'm sincerely sorry your town got stuck with him as sheriff." he says. you laugh.

"you're too kind."

violet and powder become fast friends with mylo and claggor. while you and sevika and vander and silco sit in his office, drawing up and filling out paperwork, the boys take your kids out to play in the streets, showing them around town.

silco and sevika really are talkative around each other. they seem to speak the same language. you and vander spend the evening watching the two of them work adoringly.

"sevika said silco only knew her for a week-- how are they so close?" you whisper at one point. vander shrugs.

"she'd come by to visit once or twice a year while she was still wanderin'. always askin' silco if anybody was givin' him trouble, offering her 'services' as it were." he says with a chuckle. "she was just a kid back then. and now look at her." he says, nodding at your wife where she grumbles something about marcus under her breath, causing silco to smile. you grin.

"she's a sap under that scowl of hers." you say. he laughs.

"she certainly is."

silco and vander let the four of you stay in their house for the week. the girls get practically no sleep, too busy playing with their new friends. sevika's just as busy with silco, the two of them like two old hags, chatting and smoking in rocking chairs on the front porch.

one night, you wake up to sevika slipping back into bed beside you, smelling like tobacco and wind. you cuddle against her as she wraps her arms around you, kissing your head.

"you okay?" you mumble. she hums and kisses you again.

"the kids 're playing poker." she says. you chuckle. "they pretended to be sleepin' when i checked in on 'em, but i could see the cards stickin' outta their pillows." she says.

you laugh in the darkness. "they're so cute."

sevika hums. "they're gonna be ours." she whispers. you smile, wrapping your arms around your wife's waist and tugging her closer toward you.

"they've been ours." you say. she smiles against your skin.

"but... it's gonna be real now." she says. "they're ours 'til the day we die."

"can't tease 'em about kickin' 'em out anymore." you say. sevika snorts.

"we're gonna have to give up another room at the inn eventually, they're gettin' too big to share the one." she says. you smile.

"we'll get to watch 'em grow up." you whisper. "watch 'em fall in love. start their own families."

"fuck, we'll be grandma's soon." sevika groans. you laugh.

"no way. i'm not lettin' anybody call me grandma." you say. sevika giggles. "and i don't think either of them are the settle down and have kids type." you say. sevika laughs.

"i thought the same thing about myself, now look at me." she says, squeezing you. you giggle.

"it's gonna be amazing." you say. sevika hums against you.

"yeah, it is."

in a week's time silco's drawn up all the legal documents needed to make the girls officially yours. on a sunday morning, the eight of you stand in his office, you, sev, powder, and vi taking turns signing various lines on the stacks of paper.

when it's finished, silco flips through the documents, double checking everything, then looks up at the four of you gathered around his desk.

"well..." he says. butterflies flutter in your stomach. silco swipes his signature on the final page, pressing a stamp next to it. "it's official. you are officially the legal guardians of violet and po--"

he's cut off by cheers of celebration, sevika scooping the three of you up in her arms and twirling you around the office while vander and the boys clap for you.

it's one of the happiest moments of your life, right next to the day sevika gave up her life of crime for you, and the day you got married.

before you leave the city, you scrawl out an address and coordinates on a piece of paper, handing it to vander.

"this is our inn." you say. "if you ever wanna get out of the city. we'd be happy to have you all. free of charge. whenever, no questions asked." you say. he smiles, and wraps you up in a hug.

on the train ride home, powder gets into a little feud with the ticket taker, claiming he'd been shooting her dirty looks. sevika gently cuffs her upside the head when she sticks her tongue out at the man as he passes out refreshments.

"ouch! what the hell?" she asks, rubbing her head. sevika rolls her eyes.

"behave." she grunts. powder rolls her eyes.

"you're not the boss of me." she pouts. beside her violet giggles, and smacks her with the file of paperwork she'd been holding to her chest since sunday morning.

"she is now, dumbass." she says.

you smile the whole way home.

marcus nearly shits himself when you present him with paperwork from S&V legal offices. sevika glares at him, resting her hand on her side arm as he blinks owlishly at you.

"you ever fuck with my family or our business again, and i'll call up the weary woman of the west." she whispers. "i hear she's a great shot."

"i hear she turns bodies into fertilizer for the side garden." you add on. sevika smirks at you.

powder tugs your hand, blinking up at you.

"can we do the thing the boys taught us?" she whispers. you laugh then nod, and grin as your daughters both flip the bird at the sheriff's retreating form.

marcus doesn't bother you again.

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a little visit (fred weasley)

pairing: y/n x fred weasley summary: in the wizarding war's aftermath, (y/n) unexpectedly reunites with Fred Weasley at the Weasley Jokeshop. notes: so this is something that has been sitting in my drafts for a while, and I thought to upload it even though I do not plan any sequence whatsoever (I'm sorry) warnings: war mention; maybe a bit sad; no kisses here, sorry.

It hadn't been years since she saw the Weasley twins. Well, maybe a couple of years. Five? After the war, dates were a mess. People were trying to reorganise their lives and move on from the losses. It wasn't the time yet for reunions, but this one happened.

"Come on, take me in," the child begged.

(y/n) looked down at her little nephew. She had an older brother (alive still, thank Merlin), but the man was working his ass off to reconstruct his house, and so, more often than not, (y/n) would babysit for his little boy. The kid was six and full of opinions; most of it (y/n) endured with a smile. But there was a spirit of troublemaking in the little boy's ways, and (y/n) should've known better than to take him through Diagon Alley, especially where the Weasley Jokeshop was.

"Urgh," she sighed. "You have ten minutes, but it's just it."

And before the little boy was too out of range to hear, she added, "And I'll only buy you one thing! Pick well!" But even warning him, (y/n) presumed the boy would find a way to try and get more items than necessary.

Knowing she should not leave her nephew alone in the enormous store, (y/n) entered it right after, sighing. The whole place was so Gryffindor. Of course, the owners had once been Gryffindor students, but it was weird to see they hadn't broken out of the patterns, the reds, the gold. (y/n) had been a Slytherin, but nothing about her nowadays gave it away. Or so she thought.

She was so distracted by the items and the colours that she barely noticed the man approaching her until they bumped midway. "I'm so sorry, miss," he answered automatically.

"No, I… I…" her voice dried off when her eyes met his. "I apologise."

He smiled instantly at recognising her. "That's a first."

"Hello there, Fred Weasley," or so she thought he was Fred. George and his twin were alike and identical, but there was something about the smiles Fred offered her back at Hogwarts… they were always so mischievous.

George had a collective way of smiling. It was more put together, she thought, as if in effort. Fred's smiles were more involuntary, often making his face crooked.

"What's a first?" (y/n) asked, noticing the man kept grinning but failed to offer her a proper response. "Me apologising or me at your shop?"

"Both," he replied, and even though (y/n) had no way of knowing, she guessed he had only thought of one of the alternatives, but they both fell so well he accepted them. "Hello, (y/n)."

"Ah, he does remember my name," she replied, smiling just as mischievously as he had.

"I must. Few people can tell me apart from Georgie. The least I can do is acknowledge the ones that do," Fred shrugged, dismissing the fact that he remembered her as nothing. But it wasn't nothing to her. "By the way, how can you still tell us apart? We haven't talked…."

"Since Hogwarts? Since the war?" she gasped after saying the last part. People weren't yet supposed to be referring to "the war". It had been a brutal, dark time for the wizarding community, and it was too soon to mention it so casually as if it had been just another Tuesday.

But Fred seemed not to give proper care to her calmness.

"I have my tricks, Weasley," she answered in the end, shrugging. "You don't tell me all of yours; why should I tell you all of mine?"

He smiled again, but more lightly this time.

"Well…" he cleaned his throat, changing his tone to a more businesslike one. "What can I do for you today, Miss?"

She supressed a smile of embarressement. "A discount?"

He couldn't help the small chuckle he let out.

"I'm here with my little nephew, Rick. I'm sure he'll want something out of my budget," (y/n) finally explained as her eyes wandered the place, looking for said kid. But she did not find him.

"Well, good thing the kid is relative to one of my dearest school friends," Fred said, tilting his head.

"Dearest?" she echoed.

Fred shrugged, dismissing it. In a second of conversation, he had done it twice. It was starting to bother (y/n).

"Let's see what the little guy wants," Fred proposed. "Where's he?"

(y/n) grimaced. "If only I knew."

"You're his aunt." Fred pointed out categorically.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"You brought him here."

"Yep," she agreed again, monotonely.

Fred raised a dark red brow at her.

"I'm sure he'll find me once he gets what he wants," (y/n) said as she crossed her arms. Noticing that was the end of their rapid quest to find her nephew, (y/n) changed the subject. "How's momma Weasley?"

She had met the woman twice. Once, back at Hogwarts, when she was a simple student girl. Mrs Weasley had shown up to see Harry Potter compete at the Triwizard Tournament, and when she went to hug her sons, (y/n) was casually by. The second time was again at Hogwarts, but this time (y/n) was already a graduate, and Mrs Weasley was much more of a warrior than a mother. The scenario didn't allow them to interact, but (y/n) saw enough of the boys' momma.

"She's doing okay," Fred replied, his eyes wandering around as if he was conjuring the image of his mother before him. "Haven't seen her in a while, frankly. After the war, she kinda became too worried about us, which gets annoying."

"Well, she almost lost you." And there it was, (y/n)'s slip. She knew it was bound to happen — it was the actual last time she saw Fred Weasley. She just hoped it wouldn't be mentioned so soon in their conversation. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have."

Fred raised a hand as if stopping her apology. "It's true; you haven't got to be sorry about that," he said. "I did scare everyone, didn't I?"

"Worst prank ever."

That comment made him grin. "It wasn't a prank; I was on the brink of death," he tried defending himself, but he was smiling too much to be convincing.

"Ewh," (y/n) shrugged. "Worst prankster ever, still."

He finally let his laugh break free, and she followed, both looking so young by interacting.

Of course, the reason for the laughs was rather stupid — Fred had seen death and came back. Or at least, she heard. (y/n) was casting spells and curses as if her life depended on it that day (and it did), so she had little to no time to worry about other people, except maybe her brother, who was battling by her side. She had glimpsed some Professors and Mr and Mrs Weasley, but even when they talked, they weren't talking. It was all survival.

Besides, (y/n) and her brother had the not-so-ordinary task of fighting their father, who battled for the Dark Lord's side. She was glad she had Rick's father by her side, but it was still hard for a daughter to cast unforgivable curses at her daddy.

When she heard the first whispers — "A Weasley has been hit" — she wanted desperately to know which one, but she had no time. (y/n) had to care for her own brother, the father of a baby boy she did not want to see orphaned.

After the end of the battle, when Harry Potter had emerged victorious, (y/n) finally mustered the courage to look for the Weasley family. She saw Fred in a chaotic state but doubted he'd remember as he was passed out. Madame Pomfrey was giving her whole life and power to bring him back. (y/n) stood on the sidelines, quietly watching, and when the Hogwarts lady got up and said he would wake up soon, (y/n) was so relieved she ran away, scared of having to deal with the Weasley's hugs.

Fred's laughter echoed through the colourful shelves of the Jokeshop, creating a symphony of joy that transcended the painful memories of the past. As their laughter subsided, (y/n) couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of comfort and nostalgia settling in.

Before (y/n) could settle again, in a more calm posture, she glimpsed a short shadow running around. She looked at Fred, only to realise he had seen the shadow too.

"Do you think that was…"

"My nephew?" (y/n) finished his sentence. "Possibly. Did you see where he went? You know the place best."

Fred scratched his head, a playful glint in his eye. "I might have seen a little troublemaker sneaking into the Skiving Snackboxes aisle. You know, where the Nosebleed Nougat is."

"Oh, Merlin," (y/n) muttered, shaking her head with a smile. "I'll have to rescue him from his own choices."

As they navigated through the aisles, (y/n) couldn't help but notice Fred's subtle changes. The mischievous spark in his eyes was still there, but it was accompanied by a depth that only life's challenges could bring. The war had left its mark on everyone, evident in the lines on his face and how he carried himself.

When they finally found Rick, he was gleefully examining a box of Nosebleed Nougat, unaware of the worried expressions on the adults around him.

"Rick!" (y/n) scolded gently, "You can't just pick anything you want."

"But Auntie, this is so cool! Imagine making someone's nose bleed!" Rick exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Fred chuckled, exchanging a knowing glance with (y/n). "Well, it seems like he's got the true Weasley spirit."

After persuading Rick to choose a more harmless prank, they made their way to the counter. As Rick excitedly chatted about his selected item, (y/n) couldn't help but steal glances at Fred. The connection they had shared during the war, the unspoken understanding of loss and survival, seemed to linger in the air.

When it was time to pay, Fred leaned in and whispered, "On the house for the little troublemaker."

"Fred, I can't—"

"Consider it a gift from a friend," he interrupted, a warmth in his eyes that (y/n) couldn't ignore.

(y/n)'s cheeks were as red as Fred's hair.

"Well, thank you", she finally said, avoiding Fred's eyes. "Wait, where's George? Have you two finally learned to live apart?"

Fred liked her tone, and he answered truthfully. "He's been after some supplies, so the shop's my responsibility today."

"Brave of George to let that happen."

"Ha ha," Fred pretended to laugh at (y/n)'s benter. "Anyway, let me accompany you on the way out."

"Oh, you don't…"

"It's not like the shop is too busy." Fred pointed out, not letting (y/n) win that argument.

As they went for the exit, (y/n) felt a mixture of emotions swirling within her. The encounter had brought back memories, both painful and beautiful. The war had taken its toll, but here they were, finding moments of laughter amidst the remnants of their past.

They stood there momentarily, the bustling sounds of Diagon Alley surrounding them. It was a moment suspended in time, a chance encounter that felt both fleeting and eternal.

"Listen," Fred began, his expression serious yet hopeful. "I know we haven't kept in touch, but I'd like to change that. Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime, catch up properly."

(y/n) hesitated for a moment, the weight of the years between them palpable. But then she nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I'd like that, Fred. I really would."

As they exchanged contact information, (y/n) couldn't shake off the bittersweet feeling in her chest. The scars of the past were still there, but in the laughter shared and the promise of a new connection, there was a chance for something beautiful to bloom.

As they parted ways, (y/n) couldn't help but glance back at Fred, who had faced death and returned to find moments of joy in the simplest things. It was a melancholic happiness, a reminder that even in the aftermath of darkness, there could be sparks of light and the possibility of forging new connections.

And so, (y/n) walked away from Diagon Alley, her nephew's hand in hers, carrying the weight of the past and the tentative hope of a future yet to unfold.

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my dearest fnc guy mutual can i get some modern au/fools gold fnc headcanons (i’m designing modern au versions of the albatrio and want silly doodle ideas)

Yes absolutely you may, you’ve come to the correct guy

Chip doesnt know how to style his hair. It is messy at best and downright unsightly at worst

Gillion doesnt know what sweats are. He stricly wears skinny jeans and Chip hates him for it. Hes tried getting him to wear the Grey Sweats TM many times but gillion just dont get it (its ok if chip saw gill in those sweats, he’d simply implode)

Jay does not care for bras (real)

Jay has one of those across the body purse bag thingies. Like a messenger bag. She brings it everywere

Chip owns one pair of shoes, they are falling apart

Jay is the only reason chip has ANY sense of style

Chip and gill have the matching rings, gillion found them at a local shop and basically got a buy one get one free discount after her started talking about his boyfriend and the salesperson almost died bc of how cute they are

In come on dance with me, pretzel is a real human child and gillion is that dad of all time and idk how that would line up in fools gold but i love it

Jay either doesnt have a hair routine or has a 15 step, 3 hour routine that scares the piss out of chip

Same with lizzie actually. I cant decide if she leaves it in braids forever or takes immaculate care of her curls

Jay does however, have the BEST skincare routine known to man

Chip has the style of a bisexual transman who’s only just learned what fashion is (flannel shirts over band tees and baggy shorts, yes I’m calling us all out)

Jays taste in fashion is fucking impeccable

I’m talking high waisted pants that flare out, the cutest belts of all time, little tank tops and statement cardigans/ jackets

Big ole earrings

I feel like gillion would have a very specific style but idk what it is

Also he wears his hair in a man bun 99% of the time (chip finds it very hot)

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★ Namjoon

↳ Lazy Day // fluff. domestic!AU, established relationship. 549 words

★ Jin

↳ Don't Go Baking My Heart // fluff. bakery!AU, strangers to lovers. 14.7k.

You fall in love with Kim Seokjin’s bakery after wandering into it to take advantage of the post-Valentine’s Day discount on the chocolates. Maybe it’s the owner’s bad jokes, maybe it’s the other regulars, maybe it’s the delicious pastries. Or maybe there’s something more that keeps you coming back to that shop.

★ J-Hope

↳ For the First Time (What's Past is Past) // fluff, light angst, smut. neighbors!AU, strangers to lovers. 15.7k

After your eight years relationship comes to a brutal end, you don’t really see yourself getting back into dating — ever, probably. And then, your new neighbor who has the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen needs to borrow a corkscrew, and you don’t realize it just yet, but your resolve doesn’t stand a chance.

★ Jimin

↳ Fly to my room // fluff. college!AU. 1k

↳ good for you // PWP, smut. friends with benefits!AU. 2.9k

★ Jungkook

↳ I Don't Like a Gold Rush // fluff. college!AU, strangers to lovers. 17.3k

Jungkook is the golden boy, an excellent student, the star of you college’s football team. Rumor has it, there’s simply nothing he can’t do. The same cannot be said about you, but you’ve never had an issue with that. You’re happy with your small group of friends and your lack of talent in sports. And then, Jin befriends Jungkook, and you find yourself spending a lot of time with him. Before you know it, you’ve taken an interest in him — and you’re sure you shouldn’t. There’s no way this can end well for you… right?

↳ if i can never give you peace // series. angst, eventual smut. mafia!AU, hybrid!AU, enemies to lovers, slow burn. in progress.

It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and the girl’s father decides he needs to be killed. Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine. Until he comes back.

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STRAY KIDS

★ Bang Chan

↳ all your friends are so cool, you go out every night // smut. college!AU, friends with benefits!AU, jealousy. 5k.

↳ hoodie season // tooth-rotting fluff. established relationship AU. 1.4k.

★ Lee Know

↳ when he sees me // smut, fluff, angst. neighbors!AU. 13.3k. in progress.

Interacting with others has never been easy for you, whether it is talking to them or, worse, flirting with them. As a result, relationships, but also any form of sexual interactions have always eluded you. You had no reason to think that was going to change anytime soon. And then your hot neighbor’s cat shows up in your apartment, and you think that things just might change. Even if it’s only on one front.

↳ kinda wanna throw my phone across the room // fluff. college!AU, coffee shop!AU, strangers to lovers, jealousy. 4.9k

★ Changbin

↳ wanna be you so bad // angst? college!AU, academic rivals!AU, jealousy. 4.3k

★ Hyunjin

↳ you're so gorgeous it makes me so mad // PWP, smut. college!AU, established relationship. 4.4k

↳ comparison is killing me slowly // hurt/comfort, smut. college!AU, established relationship, jealousy. 5.2k. same couple as you're so gorgeous it makes me so mad.

★ Han

↳ i'm so sick of myself // fluff, angst. college!AU, friends to lovers. 4.2k

↳ something's waiting now to pounce // angst, light horror, thriller. high school!AU, slasher!AU, friends to lovers. 6.3k.

★ Felix

↳ felix navidad // fluff, angst. christmas evel!au, strangers to lovers. 16.4k

You keep seeing Felix around. First he falls in your courtyard on Christmas Eve, then you see him hiding chocolate eggs in a park, and then he appears on the staircase behind your apartment, in the middle of the night. It’s unusual, and you have no idea what it means. What you do know, though, is that you’re absolutely fascinated by him, who he is, and the light and joy he seems to bring with him everywhere he goes. Even if you have no idea who or what he is, all that you want is to find out more — and get to spend a little more time with him.

↳ rather be anyone else // angst. college!AU, friends to lovers, jealousy. 3.7k

↳ wouldn't you like to see something strange? // angst, suggestive. urban fantasy, roommates!AU. 4k.

★ Seungmin

↳ i think i think too much // fluff, suggestive. college!AU, established relationship, jealousy. 3.7k

↳ everybody make a scene // fluff, angst (both light). coworkers!AU, convenience store!AU, friends to lovers. 4k

★ I.N.

↳ all i see are girls too good to be true // fluff, light angst. college!AU, idiots to lovers, jealousy. 3.9k

↳ take a chance and roll the dice // fluff. coworkers!AU, bar!AU. 3.7k

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MASKED MANIFESTATIONS -> Adopt Batch

I take payment only through Ko-Fi

I wanted to make a more detailed but more expensive adoptable set, so here they are!

Bronze Skull -> 60$ SOLD

Purple Jester -> 80$ OPEN

Cerulean Hound -> 70$ ON HOLD

Gold Test Dummy -> 60$ SOLD

Adoptables rules below:

BY PURCHASING MY ADOPTS, YOU ARE AGREEING TO THE FOLLOWING.

You must Credit me for the design

You may NOT edit my original work in any form or way.

You may change the design and species after you've bought the design, but must keep the design recognizable and Still leave me credit.

Gender and bloodcolor is ultimately up to the buyer.

You may not repost the original artwork to deviantart, instagram, or other social media/portfolio sites.

You can however store it in your deviantart sta.sh, post it to tumblr profiles, or upload it to websites like toyhou.se with proper credit. (Xonn)

IF THE ADOPT IS POC DO NOT CHANGE THAT DETAIL

You may NOT resell, gifting is fine. Do inform me of who it has been gifted to so I may keep track for my ownership chart.

I can hold for 3 days max

Any future commissions of adopts brought from me will have discount.

DO NOT USE THE ADOPTS FOR GROSS STUFF ( hate messages, racism, N/FTS etc etc use common sense)

ADOPTS WILL NOT BE USED FOR COMMERCIAL USE. (you can however buy commercial use license)

ABSOLUTELY NO USE OF AI WITH ANY OF MY WORKS

Message me the words 'Masks Off' so I know you read the rules!

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BEANIE ADOPTS

Made a new faster liddol base! So I tested them out with my pal @courtjoxter As always these are payp*l USD only. For an extra $5 I will do a profile icon or for $15 I'll do a regular icon! DM me if interested. And please remember to read my rules!

Cyber Rust(12): SOLD

Gold Biker(13):SOLD

Gold Kitsune(15): RETURNED

Chill Jade(12): SOLD

Jade Bunny(12): SOLD

Teal Dragon(15): SOLD

Ribbon Cerulean(13): OPEN

Calico Indigo(12): SOLD

Seer Purple(15): SOLD

Devil Purple(12): SOLD

Loving Violet(12): SOLD

Smug Fuschia(12): OPEN

Cosmic Cerulean(12): SOLD

Angel Rust(12): SOLD

Rules

BY PURCHASING MY ADOPTS, YOU ARE AGREEING TO THE FOLLOWING.

You must Credit me for the design

You may NOT edit my original work in any form or way.

You may change the design and species after you've bought the design, but must keep the design recognizable and Still leave me credit.

Gender and bloodcolor is ultimately up to the buyer.

You may not repost the original artwork to deviantart, instagram, or other social media/portfolio sites.

You can however store it in your deviantart sta.sh, post it to tumblr profiles, or upload it to websites like toyhou.se with proper credit. (Lil-Nort)

IF THE ADOPT IS POC DO NOT CHANGE THAT DETAIL

You may NOT resell, gifting is fine. Do inform me of who it has been gifted to so I may keep track for my ownership chart.

I can hold for 3 days max

Any future commissions of adopts brought from me will have discount.

DO NOT USE THE ADOPTS FOR GROSS STUFF ( hate messages, racism, N/FTS etc etc use common sense)

ADOPTS WILL NOT BE USED FOR COMMERCIAL USE. (you can however buy commercial use license)

ABSOLUTELY NO USE OF AI WITH ANY OF MY WORKS

Message me the word Clown so I know you read the rules!