#Mrs g was so mad nobody could stop her

[mazhaiyil-kaadhal]

🕯manifesting 🕯

that Mrs g and grandpa Ralph and everyone gets keys that they somehow found and they're all enthusiastic about the stories and it becomes an all out effort to go get buddy away from ex libris 🤜🤜

[cherry-bloooom]

i wrote something new #yay

this is about my oc ravyn and her abuser percy. this one’s a hard read in subject matter and in length HELP but i hope u enjoy reading anyways yay!!

CW IF U NEED IT…

domestic violence, attempted sa, alcoholism, vomit, mention of drugs, implied rape? (it’s literally 2 words), suicide mention, blood mention, uhhh i think that’s it

Ok have fun if you read thank you and i’m sorry

word count: 8k

I walked home from work, since nobody could give me a ride. It was still light out, so it wasn’t that harsh of a walk, but I was trembling the whole time, and the cool fall temperature wasn’t helping at all. I couldn’t stop replaying the whole conversation in my head. I almost regretted telling them anything at all, and part of me wished I could’ve just kept my mouth shut, but it was impossible to stop once I started. I had to keep it a secret for so long, the words wouldn’t stop flowing out of my mouth. All the shitty things he did to me, the awful words he said to me, the things he made me do, I told them everything. The words hung in the air in Mr. Silvestri’s office for a while after I said them, and even a few hours later they were still haunting me and following me around. It all felt so dirty to admit. Part of me knew it was good to let out, I mean, it felt good to finally just tell someone the truth, but I felt so horrible for making them listen to it all. It felt shameful, in a way. My legs wobbled, thinking about the utter embarrassment I’d feel coming back into work the next day. I could only imagine how they were gossipping about me now that I’d left.

Mr. Silvestri offered to give me a ride home since it was supposed to get dark soon, but I insisted it was alright. In my head, it was the least I could’ve done to make up for spilling my guts earlier that day. I didn’t want to bother him anymore with it, or Michelle either. God, I thought so sure she was sick of me then. The whole reason they wanted to talk to me was because I was “distracted” at work. I felt awful, for all of it. I did. They’re not my parents, I thought, I shouldn’t be burdening them with my personal problems like that. I got myself into that situation, it was my responsibility. Maybe I should type up an apology for them, I wondered. I felt it was more formal through writing than in person or over the phone or something. I always struggled with coming up with the right words anyways. I felt a lump forming in my throat, but I tried to choke it down as I pulled my phone from my pocket and typed a text to Mr. Silvestri. I typed as I walked,

“this message is for both you and michelle. i truly apologize for taking the time out of your guys’ day and making you listen to my sob story like that. i realize how inappropriate that was to share details about my personal life in a work setting, especially taking into account the subject of the details that i shared with you both. i really hope you can disregard anything and everything i told you today, and we can continue to maintain a professional, non-personal relationsh”

That was all I came up with before I turned the corner onto my street and saw Percy’s car in the road, with him glaring at me through the windshield. My blood ran cold and my trembling became worse. He never shows up without telling me, why is he here? Maybe he needed something? I checked my texts to see if maybe I missed a message from him, but found nothing. I swallowed hard and inched toward the car.

Before I was even ten feet away, he rolled down the window and stuck his head out, yelling, “Get your stuff, Ravyn, you’re coming over to my place,” in a low, menacing, angry tone, the kind he only ever uses when he’s drunk. I nodded my head, and rushed into the building and up the flights of stairs. My heart was beating out of my chest, and I began to panic. Why would he be so mad at me now? What did I do wrong this time? Was it because I was too tired to have sex last night? Or I didn’t wanna smoke before work today? God, whatever it was, I just hoped it wasn’t that bad.

I made my way upstairs to my apartment as my thoughts kept racing. That lump in my throat returned as I thought of what would happen when we got back to his place. I was panicking and didn’t know what to do, thinking of any way to escape the situation. I thought about calling Mr. Silvestri, or even Michelle while I was up in my room, but I thought about the message I was gonna send to Mr. Silvestri. I couldn’t trouble them with this anymore. I don’t want to lose my job, and I can’t lose their respect anymore than I already have. I grabbed all the clothes I could, shoved them in my old backpack, and left again to get in the car.

As soon as the door opened, the stench of alcohol and fast food emanated from inside the car. He didn’t say anything right away, which wasn’t unusual for him, but right as I sat down and the door closed again, he began to interrogate me.

“So what did you do all day at work?” He started.

“What do you mean?”

“C’mon, don’t play dumb, Ravyn.”

I really had no idea what he was aiming for here. It could mean anything with him.

I had to think of something other than the truth. I squeaked out, “Well, I.. I mainly just, um, was at the register all day, dealing with customers.. I got to chill for the most part..”

“Was your boss in today?” His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter.

A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead, and I mumbled, “W-why? What do you mean?”

I was staring at the road, but I could see his eyes roll in the corner of my eye. He continued through clenched teeth, “Did you guys, uh, talk about anything?”

Did he know about what I said to Mr. Silvestri? There’s no way, how could he know?

I hesitated for a moment, “I, um..”

“Did you tell him about us?”

I felt the blood rush out of my face and I got lightheaded, like I could pass out right then and there. My heart was beating out of my chest, twice as fast as it was before.

Immediately my voice became defensive, and I stammered out, “Why would I tell him anything like that? He.. He’s my boss, not my friend or something..” I needed to make this as believable as possible. “Besides, I.. I would never tell anyone. I mean it, Percy.”

I winced and my voice quivered as I muttered his name, and I tried to mask it by lowering my voice, hoping the rumbling engine and the traffic noise would drown out the fact that tears were forming in my eyes.

He had no more questions, and no responses, so he remained silent for the rest of the drive. His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter after my response, and his irritated gaze continued to follow the road as he drove.

We got to his shitty apartment building, and even as we were entering the building and climbing the flights of stairs, he said nothing. He drunkenly fumbled with the key before unlocking the door and making a b-line for his bedroom, not even bothering to glance at me. Once again, this wasn’t unusual for him, but with how he’d acted in the car, it just felt so much more hostile that time. I stood in the dimly-lit kitchen for a moment, studying the dirty dishes piling in the sink, all of which being Percy’s dishes, the cabinets and cupboards left open without a care, and the caked-on food crumbs that littered the countertops, and felt a bit queasy. The stench of B.O. and weed didn’t help either. Before my eyes dared to investigate the smelly trash, Percy called me into his room, his voice droned across the apartment and attacked my ears. His roommates must be coming home soon. He doesn’t like them seeing me here, I don’t think.

I trudged my feet across the floor, each step heavier than the last. My heart rate wouldn’t slow down, and each time he spoke it only got faster. I made my way through his bedroom door, closed it behind me, and dropped my backpack onto the floor. It was dark, his blackout curtains blocked the sunset from shining into the room and the only things lighting up the room were his computer monitor, his light-up rainbow keyboard, and the dim, blue LED light strips around his ceiling. In front of the computer, he sat in his oversized gaming chair, and clicked around. I tried to catch a glimpse of what he was doing from where I was standing, but he was so close to the screen, I couldn’t see past his face. I looked around, waiting for him to say something, or direct me to do something, like he usually does, and examined what I could in the dark, his sheetless mattress on the floor, with nothing but a blanket and two flat, old, yellowed pillows on top. He proceeded to say nothing, or even look at me as I stood and waited. I helped myself to take a seat on the bed, nearly tripping over the bong and empty beer bottles he always kept on the floor. The mattress had so many crumbs on it, it almost felt like sandpaper. I know my house isn’t much better, but I really have no idea how he lives like this.

I sat in silence, staring around the room. I reached into my pocket to pull out my smokes and lighter, and put a cigarette in my mouth and lit it. I took a deep inhale, and it actually sort of calmed my nerves, before they were out of whack again from Percy finally saying something to me.

“What are you doing?”

I almost jumped out of my skin from just the sound of his voice.

“Just.. having a smoke..?”

He groaned, “Put it out. I have a fucking headache.”

I sighed and put it out on the ashtray next to the bong. I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands, or to keep myself busy. Usually he’s done something, or at least said something if he was really that angry with me. I kept sitting quietly, not making a sound. Maybe I needed to start the conversation?

I hesitated, but blurted out, “Um… How… was your day today?”

He didn’t respond.

“Percy?” I called out, wincing again at his name.

No response, again. I sighed. I couldn’t take this anxiety anymore.

“Why won’t you talk to me..?” I pleaded with him.

He finally turned around in his chair, and looked me up and down, saying nothing. He stared right through me, as if I wasn’t even there. It was such a cold, harsh look, I still can’t shake it from my head. He turned back around to face the computer, and finally spoke,

“Ravyn?”

My heart skipped a beat.

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

My face went cold and my limbs went numb. I physically bit my tongue to keep myself from saying anything else. I gnawed on my lip, and chewed on the dead skin that flaked off. I felt lightheaded. I stared around at the room again, not making any noise. He kept clicking away like I wasn’t there.

From where I was sitting, I could finally kinda see the monitor around his big head. I leaned my body to get a better view, and saw he was stalking Michelle’s Facebook. One of his favorite pastimes. I remember a few months ago when he made me install a VPN on his computer so he could keep looking at her profile. He said it was so we could watch The Office together on Netflix. Still can’t believe I fell for that one. He scrolled through her posts for a while, inspecting every single detail of each photo she posted, before clicking on Rebecca’s profile.

I don’t know much about Rebecca, really, or what happened to her. All I know is that Percy dated her before me, she’s Michelle’s sister, and a while before I met Percy, she killed herself. From all the posts I see of her, she seemed like a really nice girl. She was really pretty. If I remember right, she killed herself while still dating Percy, and if this is insensitive, God forgive me, but I don’t really blame her. I can only imagine the shit he put her through to drive her to that point, and for God knows how long. That poor girl.

My train of thought got derailed as he clicked onto Mr. Silvestri’s profile, too. I could see his body tense up as he scrolled through it. I wasn’t sure what to do besides just sit there and watch him sit at his computer. I wanted to go home. Well, not really, since I knew Percy would’ve just followed me there. I wished I could’ve just gone somewhere else, anywhere that Percy couldn’t torture me. I didn’t know where that would be though. I thought to myself, maybe the diner? Mr. Silvestri knew how bad it was, I guess, but would he let me retreat to the diner to stay away from him? I debated the answer in my head, before remembering the message I’d typed for him and Michelle. I seriously need to learn some boundaries when it comes to this stuff.

My decision-making was cut short after Percy suddenly remembered I existed, and he commanded, “Come here.”

After growling over to me, he lifted his hand to reach a bottle of Modelo sitting next to the monitor. I flinched when his arm raised, but thankfully he didn’t take notice. I stood and took a few steps toward the computer, and waited for further instructions as he remained sitting. He rose from the chair, and towered over me, staring directly into my soul. It always scared me just how much taller he was than me. He loomed over me with a look in his eyes, one that confirmed he knew just how much power he had over me. I hated that look, I always, always did.

“Sit down,” he growled again, and I immediately let my legs go weak and sat on the gaming chair. I sat my hands neatly on my knees, clasping them together, trying to hold them from trembling. My eyes darted around the desk, and admired the filth that completely enveloped it; empty beer bottles, an overflowing ash tray, condom wrappers, a bunch of dead lighters, his phone, half empty McDonald’s cups, food wrappers, used tissues, dirty plates, cups, and silverware, and random crumbs. I refused to let my hands touch anywhere near the desk.

“That’s your boss, right? Spencer Silvestri?” Percy asked, gesturing to the screen in front of me. It displayed Mr. Silvestri’s Facebook, with a picture of his old truck as the profile picture.

“Yeah, it is,” I answered as my breath hitched.

He reached over me, aiming for the mouse, and I flinched again. He clicked on another tab on the screen, displaying his email inbox, open to a message from Mr. Silvestri’s email address. My heartbeat quickened as I realized that fact, and my palms became even more clammy than before. I skimmed the email, with the only thing I caught being, “...and I just had a fucking meeting with Ravyn in my office, and she was telling me all about you.”

My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. Why would he tell him? Why were they even talking about me? I was so confused. This couldn’t possibly be happening to me, I thought, the one time I opened up to someone about it.

My eyes flitted across the email thread some more, until I felt Percy’s large hand gripping my shoulder tight. It was so large, it sunk into my collarbone, and I winced in pain.

“I thought you said, earlier, ‘you’d never tell anybody,’” he mocked, mumbling drunkenly.

I turned my head to meet my eyes with his, and he was staring right at me, with a crazed, empty look in his eyes. My lip quivered and my eyes welled up with tears again.

I muttered, “I.. I don’t know what he’s talking about, I-”

“Bull-fucking-shit, Ravyn,” Percy interrupted, grabbing my shoulder tighter, “I’m tired of the fucking lies. All you’ve done since I came and got you is lie to me.. I want the truth. Now.”

I dropped my head down, my hair hanging in my face, blocking my view of him. I looked at my hands and they were trembling uncontrollably. I grabbed at my pants with one hand to keep it steady, and put my hair behind my ear with the other.

I began to beg, “Percy, I..”

But before I could say anything useful, I was unexpectedly flying out of the chair, as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out himself. I tried to pull it back from him and writhe out of his grip, but it did nothing. He knew he was stronger than me, and I did too.

“Tell me the fucking truth,” he demanded through clenched teeth. My heart was pumping so fast, and my breath was so rapid, I really did feel lightheaded. I think I was almost hyperventilating. I needed to think of something, anything to get him to calm down.

“N- no, Percy, sweetie, of c- course I didn’t talk to him, I.. I think.. I think he was just trying to scare you. I didn’t talk to him all day, I.. I’m not even sure he was in today at all. I promise, Percy, please, just believe me? Please?” I pleaded with him. Usually the “sweetie” stuff worked to make him calmer. I would’ve done anything for him to let go of me.

My prayers were thankfully answered, as he yanked me to the side and shoved me toward the mattress, where I then stumbled backward onto it. I rubbed my wrist and shoulder where he grabbed me while they ached and throbbed in pain with each time my heart beat. I watched him cautiously, where he stood with his back towards me, rubbing his temples with both hands. He was quiet for a moment.

The silence was broken with a question I’d never expected.

“Do you know what happened to Rebecca?” he muttered.

I was taken aback at first, but went along with it to keep him calm.

“Yeah, kinda.. Didn’t she-”

“She killed herself. Last July,” he began, “She slit her throat. At work.”

My eyes widened and I covered my mouth with my hand.

He continued, “She used to work with Michelle, and.. She did it while they had a shift together..”

Percy paused for a moment, reaching for a case of beer tucked away under the desk. He pulled out a bottle, grabbed a bottle opener from the case, and tossed both in my direction, nearly hitting my face. He swigged from his own bottle, sighing after swallowing and wiping his mouth.

He continued on, “You wanna know who found her, Ravyn?”

I fiddled with the bottle opener, “Who?”

“It was him.. that fucking.. asshole boss of yours. Whatever his name is.”

“..Mr. Silvestri?”

My body tensed up as I felt millions of questions swirling in my head, and I felt even dizzier than before. All of this was so, so confusing, and making me sick.

“Yeah,” he continued, “he’s.. he’s the one who found her.. lying in her own blood on that bathroom floor.. He helped Michelle and her.. ‘girlfriend’, or whatever, move from New York to here after that.”

Me eyes widened, and my mouth was agape. He paused to take a sip of his beer, but noticed I hadn’t even opened mine. He insisted, “Drink it, I gave it to you for a reason.”

The taste of beer always made me nauseous, especially the shit he would always buy. I sighed to myself and popped open the cap, and took a small sip. My stomach churned.

“Everyone thinks he’s such a great guy, Ravyn,” he drawled, his words slurring together, “He’s so.. Kind, and generous, and selfless, apparently..” He started wobbling back and forth where he was standing, and collapsed in his chair, turning towards me finally. He continued again, “but what nobody talked about when it happened, was.. Why she did it.”

I took a swig to appease him.

“Do you know why.. why she did it?”

In my head, I had a clear answer as to why. “No.. Why?”

“Because of your fucking boss. He.. he killed her, Ravyn.. You know that, right?” He questioned with a twinge of hostility in his voice, “He was.. he.. he was so hard on her, and- and his fucking brother.. What was his name, Frank? Or something?”

He looked to me as if looking for confirmation. I nodded along to keep him quiet, and he sagged his head down, looking to the floor.

He went on, “He.. They both fucking.. They pushed her to the edge. And Spencer did nothing to stop it.. Nothing. At all,” he shook his head gently. Chuckling, he inquired, “You.. You probably think he’s a good guy, too, huh? Just like everyone else, right?”

My heart sank again at his question. His head raised and his gaze met mine, and I turned my head to avoid eye contact. That drunk look he had plastered on his face always terrified me, and it still does. When he started to have that stupid look on his face, that was when I knew I wasn’t in control of the situation anymore. He was completely unpredictable from that point on. He raised his bottle to his mouth and chugged the rest of the beer inside, before tossing it to the ground. I shook with anxiety as I pictured what he was describing to me. All I felt was complete shock. I had no idea that Percy and Mr. Silvestri had a history like this. I had no idea that Rebecca killed herself so gruesomely, and God, while Michelle was there, too? That’s so awful. My head was reeling just thinking about all of it.

All I could mutter out was, “Well, I.. I never knew about that, with.. With Rebecca.”

He laughed to himself and shook his head again, “Yeah, well, not a lot of people do,” he sighed. He looked down to the floor again before asking, “But, really, Ravyn.. What do you think of him?”

He stared at me with daggers in his eyes and my heart sank again. To stall, I took another sip of beer, my face contorting with the stomach-turning flavor coating my whole mouth. I needed to think of the right thing to say. I really like Mr. Silvestri. He seems like a good person, he’s always been nice to me since I started working at the American. He’s always offered me rides home, paid time off, and he’s always so friendly with me when it feels like nobody else wants to be. I didn’t believe a word of what Percy said, about him being the reason Rebecca did that. Mr. Silvestri didn’t “kill” her, it was her decision. Not his. Maybe it was because she was stuck with such a shitty person when she died. It was always someone else's fault in Percy’s eyes.

I was so unsure of what to say that wouldn’t make him even more upset than he was. He was so unpredictable though, I didn’t know what that had to be.

I took a chance and squeaked out, “No, no.. He’s a bad person for doing that.. To Rebecca.”

I held my breath waiting for his response.

He chuckled again, and gripped the armrests of the chair, “Oh, so, you like him otherwise?”

My breath hitched and my eyes widened as I realized my mistake. I rushed to defend myself, “N- no, not at all, I don’t like him at all.. He-”

“Ravyn, please, just stop with the fucking lies. You know how much it bothers me when you fucking lie. C’mon, just be honest.”

My hands gripped my beer in near terror, and my body shook again. I scrambled for words again, “Percy, no, I- I’m being honest. Really, I don’t-”

He interrupted me again, “You like him better than me? Huh? Is that it?” He rose from his seat, his fists clenched. He stared down at me like I was nothing, nothing but a pest or a nuisance just by sitting here. I was nothing to him.

My eyes widened as far as they would, and my body shook furiously, “N- no, I-”

I was flying out of my seat again like I was before, this time being dragged by the hair. He grabbed my hair close to my scalp and pulled as hard and fast as he could. I yelped in pain when I came up, and dropped my beer on the floor.

He leaned down to get in my face before he bellowed, “I know you do, slut. It’s fucking obvious.”

My eyes welled up with tears and my lip quivered again, my eyelids sealed shut. When I opened them, he was looking me up and down as if I was filth. He then started searching the room, his eyes darting from one side to the other.

He let go of me, and I fell backwards into the wall as I watched him search around, throwing things onto the floor, making a bigger mess than there already was.

I was so confused, I took a chance by asking him, “What are you-” before he interrupted me again.

He hastily asked, “Where’s your phone?

I shook more, and my question slipped, “Wh- why?”

He turned back towards me and barked out, “Where the fuck is it?”

I panicked. I didn’t want him to see my message for Mr. Silvestri, then he’d know I was lying about not talking to him. Then, I would be in major trouble with him. Please, God, just put me out of my misery already, I thought.

“I- I don’t know,” I stuttered, looking to the floor.

He had a crazed demeanor to him, an empty, cold, crazed one, before he slapped me as hard as he could, right on my cheek. I almost tripped into the mattress from being knocked back so hard, and I raised my hand to ease the stinging pain.

He got low, and yelled in my face, “Why do you keep fucking lying? What the fuck are you trying to hide?” before hitting my face again, several times in a row. Each time I yelped out in pain, each one more shrill and pained than the last. Hot tears began to involuntarily fall from my eyes. I tried to block the hits with my arms in front of my face, but he used his other arm to hold my wrists and pull them down as he hit me. The final slap he dealt was so strong, I fell back into the mattress, and down he came along with me, kneeling in front of me, winding his hand back to hit me again.

I ducked my head and covered my face with my arms again, and began sobbing as I cried out to him, “N-nothing, Percy, I- Please, stop! Please!”

“Show me your fucking phone, then. Where is it, Ravyn?” He muttered, hovering over my trembling body.

I wiped my tears and broke into uncontrollable sobs and hiccups. I tried to say something between my heaves, but ultimately I was so upset I could barely breathe let alone speak. I managed to get out between hiccups, “J- Just please, stop.. Please, Percy, please, just.. leave me alone..”

“Stop?” he mocked, “You want me to stop?”

“Please,” I cried out, “just leave me alone.”

“Then tell me where the fuck it is, Ravyn. Stop acting stupid.”

He paused, waiting for my response, but I was crying so hard nothing would come out. The longer he had to wait, the more frustrated he got, and he began raising his hand again, winding it back to hit me, slowly and deliberately. I think it was his way of trying to scare me.

I screamed out in terror and shielded my face again with my arms, and fell onto my back as I tried to dodge the incoming blow, my body bouncing off the mattress.

My eyes were shut tight, when instead of a smack, I felt his hand press against my mouth, physically shutting it.

“Shut the fuck up,” he whispered, “you’re making a fucking scene.”

I let my hands fall down onto my chest, no longer protecting my face, and I continued to sob underneath his hand. I could physically feel with my hands how heavily my heart was beating. I opened my eyes wide, and my terrified eyes met his dead ones. I continued to whimper out under his hand, tears falling down my face and hyperventilating.

For a moment, he looked at me a different way, and cocked his head to the side. I saw a faint smile crack onto his face, but it left as soon as it appeared. He sat down on the bed next to me, and ran his hand through my hair, leaving the other one on my mouth. It made me feel sick, the way that he would touch me.

He finally spoke again, “I bet he likes getting to see you like this,” while pressing his hand harder on my mouth. It started getting harder to breathe. He continued, “So fucking helpless, right?”

He moved his hand from my face down to my neck, and he started softly grabbing at it, then down to my chest, rubbing through my shirt. I took a deep inhale of fresh air, still softly crying, wishing he would get his hands off of me and leave me alone.

Everything was happening so fast, I couldn’t process what he meant by anything he was saying. Now that I had a moment to think, I realized what he was so angry about. The image flooded my head and I felt nauseous just thinking about it. I can’t believe he would think that about me, and about Mr. Silvestri.

While I was reeling from the image in my head, he moved his hands from my chest and trailed down to my hips, where he grabbed both my sides and pulled me towards him, so I would be right underneath him. He then hovered over me, my legs under him, my face right underneath his. I still cried, not daring to move an inch and make him even more angry.

“So, tell me, does it feel better when I do it, or him?” he asked.

I nearly gagged. I tried to defend myself, “No, I don’t- he doesn’t- I’ve never-”

He interrupts with a groan, “Oh, my God, Ravyn, just shut up. I know that’s what you’re hiding. You’re not a very good liar, you know that, right?”

He grabbed my face by both sides, caressing my stinging cheeks. He asked again, “Do you like lying to him like this? I wonder if he ever falls for it,” and he smiled, in this sick, lovey way.

“Answer my question,” he continued, “does he feel better or me? C’mon, just be honest, sweetie.”

I stayed silent as he rubbed his hands all over my body.

“Answer me,” he said again, this time with that angry drunk look creeping back. I cried out, sickened by anything I came up with to say.

To counter my lack of response, he balled his fist, and punched near my eye. I yelped out in pain again, and the heavy hot tears came back as I started sobbing uncontrollably again. With his left hand, he slapped the other side of my face, and placed his right hand on my neck squeezing tightly. I couldn’t breathe between the sobbing and his hand on my throat. I started to squirm from the pain of all his weight on my throat and the lack of air.

“Come on, fucking answer me. Which of us feels better?”

I could barely breathe at this point, my head reeling from no oxygen, the pain on my face, neck, and arms, and the anxiety building in my stomach for the last hour or so making all my organs do backflips. In desperation, I cried out to him, “You! You! I promise, you do!” and as I did, I clawed at his arm, pushing it away with all the strength I had in my body, but it did nothing. He wouldn’t let go.

“So you finally admit it, huh?” he said in a sickly sweet tone, and that stupid smile creeped back onto his face. He continued, “So what started it? Did he promise a raise, or something?” I could smell the alcohol on his breath, his face was mere inches away from mine. His grip on my throat got tighter, and with my crying and hyperventilating, I was close to not breathing at all.

My body flailed in distress, and my attempts to push him away got more dire. “P- Percy, let go,” I managed to get out, “Please, I- I can’t breathe,” and I started coughing, and my legs began to kick around underneath Percy to somehow get him off of me.

He finally let go of my neck, and I took a huge gasp, coughing and hacking, before breaking into large sobs again. I laid there, shaking, and covered my face, gently massaging where he hit me the hardest. I lowered my hand down to my neck where he was grabbing me, and it instantly ached and throbbed with a single touch. That, and my eye, turned into a nasty bruise the next day.

I didn’t get more than a moment to recollect myself after he had a modicum of mercy on me, since less than 15 seconds after he pulled away, I suddenly felt his hot, disgusting mouth and slimy tongue inside my mouth. My stomach wretched as I tasted his beer, and it hit me with a sharp pang, feeling as though it turned itself inside out. The thoughts he put in my head of Mr. Silvestri and I wouldn’t leave my head. The pain of his slaps, punches, and tight grips intensified tenfold, and my body was so sweaty and sticky and warm from all the crying and anxiety. Now, even my ears were being assaulted with his heavy breathing right in my face, his groans and moans making my body limp with disgust. I felt utterly hopeless as my mouth salivated uncontrollably, all of my senses colliding together to make the most horrific, mind-splitting experience I’ve ever been through.

Everything got infinitely worse by the millisecond, until it all came to an explosive and violent climax, as I vomited onto everything within about 2 feet of my mouth, including my own face, my clothes, the mattress, my hair, and best of all, Percy’s mouth and face. As soon as he felt the hot, sour, acidic mush rush out of my mouth and into his, he backed off of me immediately, and stood up in shock, coughing and dry heaving for the dramatics. I sat up as it spilled out of me, and I let it splash onto the mattress and floor, trying to avoid my shoes and clothes as much as I could.

When Percy was done spitting on the ground and coughing, he wiped his face, and roared out, “Ugh, what the fuck!?”

I continued throwing up as he screamed at me, it seemed like it would never stop. My shirt and pants were utterly soaked in my own puke, and after it finally died down, I was left there, panting and drooling. Every part of my body screamed out in pain; legs, arms, face, throat, stomach, eyes, head.

Percy stood and watched me vomit and drool onto his bedroom floor in horror, until I was done, where he swore under his breath while stripping down to just his boxers. I couldn’t watch. I knew I would throw up again.

“Are you fucking serious right now? I just cleaned up my room today, fucking really?” was all he could say.

I continued panting and wiped my mouth. I stared him dead in the eyes with a lifeless expression, meeting his horrified, shocked look.

“God, fucking- Jesus, dude, I-” he stammered to himself before getting dressed again. He continued, “I’m gonna.. go brush my teeth. Just.. put some new clothes on, alright? Jesus..” He swore under his breath before rushing out of the room, and slamming the door behind him.

I remember spacing out for a bit after he left. I think I was just processing all that happened since he picked me up. I was so dazed, I couldn’t remember the fact I was covered in vomit until I looked down and saw the undigested bits of food sitting on my shirt. I slowly got up from the bed, avoiding the puddle of puke by my feet as much as possible, and my body violently shook.

As I stood, my phone dropped from my pocket and hit the floor with a thud. I looked down at it, and recalled the text for Mr. Silvestri again. I couldn’t remember a thing about what I said, at first. I remember thinking, “What did I even write again? Something about Percy, I think? Oh, right, I was apologizing for.. something?” It’s kind of funny in hindsight.

I reached for the phone and placed it in my back pocket, and as I did I caught a slight glimpse of the sunlight from behind the blackout curtains. I stepped towards it, and pulled one of the curtains to the side, and admired the beautiful sunset that he had blocked off. His apartment was on the 4th or 5th floor, so I was able to get a good view of the skyline and all the surrounding streets, all being lit by the warm sunlight that shined down on it. The cars sparkled as they drove down the roads, and I felt the heat beat onto my face, grounding me and bringing me back from this terrible, terrible night. As I gazed out the window, the sun shined directly onto a playground by the park a few blocks away. The colors of the metal structures looked so vibrant, almost like they did when I was a little kid. I wished I could go back in time, and enjoy that just one more time, before I got into that complete fucking mess. I’d have done anything for that.

I kept admiring the playground, until I was interrupted by Percy opening the door. My heart jumped again, and I closed the curtain and faced him.

“Why didn’t you change your clothes?” he questioned.

I needed to think of a quick excuse. “I, um, needed to use the bathroom first. I’ll just change in there.”

“Well, it’s open. Be quick.”

I grabbed my backpack off the floor, and weakly shuffled out of the room, past Percy, who stared at me as I left. I closed the door behind me, and entered the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed, I broke into a stifled cry. I remember thinking to myself, “I can’t fucking do this anymore.” This was the absolute final straw for me. Things had already gotten so bad over the months I was with him, but that night was when I decided I had enough. He’d put me through worse things before, but I knew that night that I couldn’t take anymore. I looked at myself in the mirror, my eye and throat already turning a light maroon color, and could do nothing but just keep crying. My weak stomach twitched as I thought about everything he’d done and said to me, that night and previous nights. I was just so done with all of it, and I needed to escape somehow.

I thought about that playground in the sunlight, how pretty it looked. It looked just like the one I used to play on with my friends when I was a little kid. It made me feel so nostalgic, I remember, and sad, too. It kept popping up in my mind, and an idea came up in my head, too, to escape all of what was going on in that apartment. I knew this would be my best chance, so, before I could even realize what I was doing, I snuck out of the bathroom, cautious about my footsteps making noise, passed the smelly garbage and the dirty dishes and the crumbs on the counter one final time, and cracked the door open just enough to fit myself and my bag through.

I left the apartment building and began walking towards the playground. While my legs were wobbly and I kept nearly falling, the walk was centering, and relaxing. The quiet birds and rustling leaves in the wind were refreshing after all that happened at that apartment. It was a friendly reminder that at least I made it out alive, and on my own terms. I walked, one step after the other, enjoying the peace and quiet that I so rightfully deserved.

I finally made it to the playground. The sun was almost done setting, and it was starting to get dark. The whole park was empty, I think, apart from noisy wildlife in the bushes and trees that surrounded it. I saw an old wooden bench, sitting by a tree facing the playground, and I shuffled over to it and sat down, placing my bag next to me.

After I sat down, I admired the playground again, this time up close. The curvy yellow slide, and the red swing set, and the green monkey bars all reminded me of a time where life was peaceful, a life I wanted back so, so badly. I remembered the reason I was there, the person I was escaping, and I began to cry with my head in my hands, right there on the bench. It started as soft hiccups, but ended as loud wails as all the memories came flooding back to me, and I let out all the frustration, and anger, and sadness, and pain I’d endured for the last 7 or so months. I panted and my body crumpled into a little ball, where I hugged my knees and sobbed for a while. Nobody was there to hear or judge me, for the first time in a really long time. If someone was there, I’m sure they would’ve mistaken my crying for screaming. I felt so used and tired and violated, and I needed to let it out.

My sobs died down, and I wiped my face as best as I could. I bet I looked crazy, crying hysterically while at a playground. I could only imagine what my makeup looked like, it probably smeared all over my face. Sniffling, I grabbed my phone from my pocket, and turned it on, only to rediscover the unsent message one last time. I began thinking about the whole conversation with him and Michelle, thinking about what they told me. They both were so horrified with what I told them, and said he was a monster for what he put me through. They advised me to stop hanging around him, and I told them it wasn’t really my choice, whether he left me alone or not. I swore I saw Michelle tear up a bit before she had to step out for a moment, leaving me with just Mr. Silvestri, who sat quietly before saying he was “so, so sorry.” They both seemed to feel so horrible about it all. I still felt awful for sharing it with them, and making them worry. I thought I should’ve presented it a different way to them instead of sorta unloading it on them so suddenly. I don’t regret it now, but at the time, I definitely did.

It was getting progressively dark with each passing moment. I almost couldn’t see across the playground. I needed a way to get back home, but I’d just used the last of my paycheck buying Percy food, and had no money for an Uber. I sighed to myself when I came to the realization, and scrolled through my contacts, figuring out who to call. Mom? No, she’d be pissed, and she was probably high around that time, anyway. Mavis? God, no, I didn’t want her to see me like that, I hadn’t seen her in months. I’d have been horrified. Nobody seemed like they would help, except maybe Mr. Silvestri. I really, really wanted his help, but I knew he’s probably still at the diner, and didn’t want to bother him. Ultimately though, I said to myself, “can’t hurt to try, I guess,” and clicked on his contact and called his number.

Ring..

Ring..

On the third ring, he picked up.

“Hey, Ravyn, what’s up?”

His voice filled me with instant relief, and sooner than I thought I would, I teared up. It sounded so much nicer than Percy’s.

“Hi, Mr. Silvestri, um,” I started, “I’m really sorry to bother you while I’m not at work, but um.. are you busy right now?”

“Don’t be sorry, you’re alright! C’mon, kid, it’s never busy here, you know that,” he joked, chuckling to himself. I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle into the receiver. He continued, “Why, what’s up, hon?”

I gulped before I spoke again, anticipating the worst.

“Well, um, I just, um.. I just left Percy’s, and uh,” I stammered, “I could use some help, um, getting home, and was.. wondering if you could give me a ride.”

The other line went quiet, and my brain filled with guilt. I immediately followed up with, “I- I’m sorry if you can’t, I’ll.. try to scrape some money up for an Uber or something, it’s alright, I’m sorry-”

He interrupted my apology, “No, no, Ravyn, you’re okay, I can come get you, no problem, absolutely, don’t worry. It’s just.. are you alright? Is everything okay?” He asked gently.

A tear fell down my cheek when he asked that. I responded, “Yeah, um, I’m alright, I, uh, I just left his apartment, and, um.. I’m just at this park a few blocks away. I walked here myself, um.. I’m alright. Yeah.”

“Alright.. I’m glad. So he’s not there with you?”

“No, no, I just.. up and left.”

He sighed in relief, and said, “Good, good.. So, where’s that park, kiddo?”

“Oh, um, I can send you the location, if that makes it easier,” I said, a glint of eagerness in my voice.

“Yeah, do that for me, thank you,” he started, “You’ve got all your stuff ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m ready,” I sighed.

“Okay, hon. Send me that location and I’ll be there as soon as I can, alright?” he asked.

I confirmed, “Alright..”

“I’m gonna clock out now and get goin’. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Alright, yeah,” I started, and before he could speak again, I quickly interjected, “And, by the way, um..”

“What is it?” he questioned.

“Thank you, for, uh, you know.. all of this. Really.”

Mr. Silvestri paused for a second, before responding, “Of course, Ravyn. You have nothing to thank me for. I’m glad to help,” he said, before pausing again. He repeated, “See you soon, kiddo. Send me that location thingy.”

“Alright, I will,” I verified, taking a deep breath in and finally letting all my anxiety go.

“Bye-bye, hon, stay safe.”

“Bye,” I said, before hanging up the call.

I sent him my location, to which he read immediately and sent a thumbs up emoji in response. I laughed softly, exhaling through my nose, and really smiled for the first time since I left work that night. Like that, my nerves finally calmed down, my shoulders relaxed, and I waited.

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I'm out of writers block!! Still mad I lost "The Game" from that one post on my dash. Wtv tho 😒.Enjoy this ♡.

Gone Rouge

The room was silent as the clock was ticking. The class was taking a test; a pop quiz nobody prepared for. As the teacher made her way around the room, there was a know at the door as it opened slightly.

"Mr. Carver here can explain what has happened and why he is not allowed in my class for the remainder of the week." Another teacher said, clearly upset. She walked out fuming.

Jason looked around awkwardly before looking down and playing with his hands. He wasn't going to explain. Hey, when he's bored he writes lyrics thats on his mind and it just so happened to be so metal music on his mind...and he got carried away. Blame him mind, not him.

"Carver, why'd you get kicked out of class?" The teacher asked as she made her way over to him.

"Mrs. G," Jason started "you know what I do when I'm finished with assignments. I write random things ... that's all that happened." he finished with a sigh. He wasn't lying.

"Ok..well the only seat I have is..." She points her head in the direction of the seat. The seat next to Eddie. Jason wasn't thrilled for this at all. Class started less than 15 minutes ago. God, it was going to be a long block.

Eddie was bored. He couldn't focus and he was starting to get antsy. He had Jason sitting beside him, doing something out of sight. Eddie wanted to know what it was...no...he NEEDED to know what it was. He wasn't going to stop until he did.

So Eddie spent the next 15 minutes trying to get a peek on what Jason was doing. The opportunity finally came when Jason asked to go to the bathroom. As soon as Jason walked out, Eddie leaned over and snatched the notebook that Jason had and looked at it.

Saying he was shocked was an understatement. It was a character sheet. Not any character sheet...a DnD character sheet. Eddie flipped the page and there was another. The other character sheet was clearly older. Eddie compared the two and saw that the character Jason was working on was a rework.

There were lyrics off to the side as well. Specifically, lyrics from the song "Trashed" by Black Sabbath.

Eddie quickly put the things back and just...sat there in awe. He already had a *slight* thing for Jason. I mean look at the guy. But now...? God. He just might propose to him.

Jason got back shortly after, tapping his hands against him leg. Eddie could see people stare at him as he walked past, they were in awe too. Jason Carver was walking past them...in their classroom. Eddie rolled his eyes and tried to focus on his work again.

The bell rang and everyone got up. Some went to lunch, some straight up left school. Jason stayed behind a bit though. He was so close to finishing his description.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked over and...up. Way up.It was Eddie. Jason stared at him. Eddie stared back.

"You gonna..say something or just going ta' stare at me?" Jason ask with a bite to his tone. Eddie put his hands up in false surrender before chuckling awkwardly.

"I just wanted to let you know that the teacher said she had to go...well, she told me to let you know. Y'know..?" Eddie said, fumbling over his words.

"Mhm..Alright. I'll be out, I just need to finish something right fast." Jason responded, looking back down at the notebook.

Eddie just.. left. What'd you expect him to do? Stay!? You're out of your mind. Absolutely not! Though, he did spare Jason one more quick glance. Slightly blushing, he left.

{ end notes; I hope you enjoyed this!! Also, I LOVE MY LIL THINGYS THAT *I* MADE YAYYYA. }

[shiningsagittarius]

🎶 We all live in a broken submarine, a broken submarine, a broken submarine! 🎶

(Spoilers for the book and show ahead! These are my thoughts and opinions)

1 x 06

ORPHANAGE FLASHBACK

NICKY!!!!!

These two are gonna kill me I swear!!

(Hey, anybody ever read The Secret Series? Pietro and Dr. L, anyone? Kinda?)

A SUBMARINE???? WHAT ON EARTH??? WHEN… HOW… WHY……. I HATE IT HERE

“Significantly sized adult” hdkdgskdvksgdkdhsks

“Didn’t that story end horribly?” “Yes it did. But this will work!” Whatever you say, Mr. B…

I love Rhonda’s accent omg

“You haven’t failed. You just haven’t finished yet.” EXACTLY!! He wants to stop so the kids can be safe, but he’s closer than he’s ever been to stopping the Emergency!!

Emo Mr. Benedict…. Nobody understands him…..

Dr. Curtain is so DONE hdkdgdlsgjdl

The violin strings when the camera zooms in on Dr. Curtain

THEY SPEAK SO LOUDLY!!

Kate and Constance are ready to throw hands…. Queens…..

O R G A N F A R M S

I mean, yeah… the Whisperer can return memories….. but it also takes ‘em away first!!

Man, I feel really bad for Sticky. He wasn’t keen on this mission in the first place, and now he’s torn between his friends and the Institute. It’s hard to watch him get drawn in like this.

And Reynie desperately trying to keep everyone together!!

He’s wanted for messenger duty. Not reporting to messenger duty, wanted. Dr. Curtain definitely told Jackson and Jillson to say wanted specifically

Jackson and Jillson backing away into the elevator in unison jdlfgsldh

Ah, so the Messengers aren’t even consciously reciting the messages, like in the book

Dr. Curtain could tell Reynie was fighting the Whisperer!!!

NOW THEY’RE YELLING OVER THE TABLE TO EACH OTHER… I can’t even be mad anymore, I think most of the students have hearing loss or something

Also, the girls piling food onto their plates XD Reynie needs to eat more! Get some nutrients!!

Martina’s an Executive! I was wondering if they’d add that!

Constance being left out again :(

The messages are getting louder…….

MS. PERUMAL AND MRS. PERUMAL!!!!

Ah, so Mrs. Perumal is affected without the TV being on! I wonder if most people are becoming more aware of the messages now, or if Mrs. Perumal is sensitive like Constance

And now, for the Marvelous Misadventures of Milligan!!

CONSTANCE SNUCK OUT OF THE INSTITUTE?????

NATHANIEL STEALING THE SHOW…. THE SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT….

RHONDA’S NEW ‘DO!

S.Q. is such a good artist…..

He’s got a whole forest all to himself??

Uh-oh, Martina is suspicious….

Wait, she’s inviting Kate to hang out with her???

THE SERVER FARM… S.Q.’s FOREST….. IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW

I WAS STRUGGLING TO PUT TOGETHER WHAT FARM AND FOREST IS SUPPOSED TO MEAN LAST NIGHT!!!

A key card……. 👀

Dr. Curtain is so freaking condescending to S.Q.

GOD, it’s so interesting how Dr. Curtain is really suspicious of Reynie, unlike in the books!! I truly thought this version of him was gonna trust Reynie, too

S.Q.’s face….. I wanna c r y 🥺 get him away from Curtain ASAP. Or I will.

REYNIE’S MENTAL LETTERS!!!!

Is the music a version of the music when he was talking to Ms. Perumal in episode 1, but in a minor key??????

Him struggling with lying, even going so far as to draw a picture on his notebook to seem more authentic and hating every second…….

Lunch with Dr. Curtain??

The perfectly arranged school supplies, how Wes Anderson of you 👀

Starting Sticky’s confidence arc from book 2 here really works!!

“Somewhere deep down, you like when I’m anxious, don’t you?”

I always love seeing more of Stonetown

Milligan’s goggles…… oh yeah and he’s like. Currently drowning. I should get my priorities straight.

But seriously, every time they cut back to him in this episode, I was like “Oh yeah! Milligan!”

“He yelled at me for even considering it.” I found this line really interesting, but I can’t really articulate why. Curtain never raised his voice, so is S.Q. specifically saying he yelled to make Reynie leave him alone, or is S.Q. unable to really express how the conversation actually went (which was a very emotionally manipulative tone from his dad)? Idk, comment if you feel the same way or have any thoughts

S.Q. and Reynie friendship 🥺 I really really hope S.Q. doesn’t feel betrayed later on 😭

Ah, ‘tis better to beg forgiveness than ask permission. The motto of every teenager

Nathaniel spouting off poetry………ok you got me, I kinda sympathize with him…….. he’s trying so hard to impress them, so he’ll be adopted……

Haha, he said ocean

“If you can only take one, we understand. We want what’s best for each other.” Damn, Curtain thought Benedict betrayed him, when he was straight up about to sell out Nicholas!!

WAGYU STEAK

Compatibility index scores??

“But after seeing his compatibility scores…”

Dr. Curtain knows somebody is lying to him now, and he can tell it’s Reynie

S.Q.’s birth father!! Worked with Dr. Curtain!! What… what did he do to him?? There’s absolutely no way he was sick, right??

Kate, you’re gonna get caught…..

She’s so awkward omg XD

She’s copying the key pattern!!

FELLAS… 🏳️‍🌈👀

MARTINA MADE HER A K E Y C H A I N????? Oh my GOD……………. seriously, does Martina have a crush on Kate or something?? Or really wants to be her friend, at the very least. Too bad Kate is very focused on the mission 😥

Oh yeah! Milligan!

THE PUTTY FROM THE COMMERCIAL GFKSGKDGKSGD

The deer 🥺

“They cause tumors or something. Hope somebody tells the deer.” Hey have I mentioned I’d die for S.Q. yet???

THE BERETS!!! I THOUGHT HE WAS PICKING A HAT FOR HIMSELF…. I WAS SO WRONG…… OH MY GOD HE’S SEEING IF HE CAN GET EVERYONE TO DO WHAT HE TELLS THEM TO NOW

Constance swiping a hat XD

“It should have been me. What do they even see in you?” That’s… ouch. Even back then, he’s putting his own brother down constantly. Or constantly enough for Nicholas to say he KNOWS his brother should’ve been picked, and he’s not sure why anyone would pick him instead……… Jesus…

The bunk beds…

“I was left to be, without my brother trying to constantly control my every move!” SO CURTAIN HAS ALWAYS BEEN OBSESSED WITH CONTROL

He blames himself for never even asking if Nathaniel could live with them… are y’all trying to destroy me from the inside out or

Constance hiding in the raspberries gdkdgkdgdkd

THE TURBINES!! MILLIGAN WATCH OUT!! HE CANT HEAR US, HE HAS HIS AIRPODS IN, OH GOD OH NO-

(Fortunately, Milligan is simply too Powerful to be killed by pathetic mortal means)

She’s been sober for five years, and you’re pressuring her to drink :/

“Straight into the coconut.” Jskagsksgjx

“Thank you, cult!”

I literally hate seeing them fight :(

The group is breaking apart at the seams…

TLDR:

Someone on here mentioned that this episode is definitely the furthest away from the book plot so far, and I agree. HOWEVER… I really liked it. I truly do hope the next two episodes incorporate more plot lines and moments from the book, but as far as departures from the source material go, this isn’t bad at all. Again, we can see some solid storytelling, great cinematography, and intriguing character moments and emotional beats. I think this episode is a 9/10 in my book! There are definitely some smaller nitpicky things I could think about more, but I won’t at the moment.

Milligan: *Literally drowning*

Me, who has read the books:

[gamerdamemedia]

Test Case

So, for a couple weeks now I made a fatal mistake for all fanfic writers: I watched something different that inspired a story idea, & I haven’t been able to get it out of my head & distracting me from other things.  So, as I write to exorcise ideas from my head to make space, I decided to put pen to paper this afternoon... or fingers to keyboard, I guess, & write some of it out.  Not sure I’ll actually ever share it, as it might stay just my personal pet project, but I figured I could at least share the start.  Even writers needs a little side project just for their own enjoyment.  Now that studying is done & I’m back from vacation, hopefully I can get back to some regular schedule.  I’ve been out of sorts during this crunch time before the big test.

           In the grand scheme of the cosmos, freezing to death while drifting along the Etherium wasn't the worst way to go.  She could think of many worse ways to die after being spaced.  She could fall into the vacuum of space and suffocate, or stray too close to a star and get pulled in by its gravitational force to burn up, sucked into a black hole, or starve (or more likely die from dehydration).  But it seemed fate had seen fit to deal her a slightly kinder hand.  A hand that still said she was screwed, but only in the gentlest way.  With fancy silk sheets and plenty of lubrication.

           She would've laughed, but that would exacerbate the splitting headache she already had, so she settled for a chuff.  Clearly the delirium of losing core body heat was setting in.

           It seemed a rather appropriate bookend to her story, short though it may be.  Fitting that her last memory should be bobbing freely along the Etherium waves to wherever they deigned to take her, as it was also her earliest.  Gazing up at the endless, twinkling abyss, she could almost imagine the hard wooden deck of her grandfather's old longboat beneath her back.  Or maybe the rough fabric of his overalls, with the button that always seemed to poke her in her shoulder blade as she reclined against his portly torso.  She smiled to herself then.  That's a nice thought, she said to herself, letting her head drift back, supported by nothing but the lack of gravity.  It was almost enough to fight off the creeping chill that raced ahead of the numbness as her limbs stopped receiving vital blood. She'd always ridden the waves as they came, be them Etherium or fate, letting them take her where they willed. Why should the end be any different? "A man's heart devises his way, but fate directs his steps," her grandfather would say.  Smart man, for just a farmer.

           The irony wasn't lost on her, even as her brain began to sluggishly flit around poorly connected thoughts.  The woman who always had an escape plan, always left a way out... Lady Luck had robbed her of her one vice.  Not that she hadn't tried.  It was getting out that had landed her in this situation in the first place.  She'd booked passage on a small transport ship out of the Calyn Abyss to... actually, she didn't remember where the vessel was enroute to.  Away, was all that mattered.  A deal had turned particularly sour, and she needed to disappear in hurry.  With enough money in the right hands and a vessel about to pull out of port, nobody asked questions.  She'd stepped onto that dock as Absence, and left as Tammy Righte.

           Things had been going well, until a bit of turbulence from a passing comet had caused some sort of electrical malfunction.  As the transport rocked and swayed, the occupants had tied their lifelines, hoping to ride out the waves.  That was when everything started blowing.  Something must've shorted, creating a fire below deck.  She remembered people screaming as the deck shook. A particularly violent blast caused the ship to tilt and lurch, bucking like a mad bonzabeast, throwing her from the deck.  She remembered feeling weightless as she escaped the protective sphere of the ship's artificial gravity.  The last thing she remembered was something metallic from the ship hitting her squarely in the face before blacking out.

           When she woke an unknown amount of time later, she found herself adrift in space, far from anything to save herself with.  Her face ached something fierce, and she'd touched it to feel blood. Without gravity, it couldn't really pour, but she felt it oozing with each pounding pulse of her heart, trickling along her face whenever she turned her head.

           Despite the name, one couldn't swim through Etherium currents like water.  You went wherever they took you.  The knock from the ship had sent her essentially careening through space, and she'd keep going that way thanks to the lack of friction unless something intervened.  Not wanting to die, as any warm-blooded being wouldn't, she'd tried to find some way to stop or change her course.  But she wasn't near anything.  Eventually, hypothermia started to set in, and her limbs became too leaden to move. At that point, she'd resigned herself to her fate.  Why die tired?

           She reached up a hand to wipe the blood trickling in the corner of her eye, but her aim was sloppy due to not being able to feel her hands anymore. Don't spend your last moments thinking about such things, she told herself.  Shouldn't her last moments be happy?

           Relaxing back into the Etherium, she went back to imagining herself on her grandfather's boat, bobbing along.  They'd spent many a'night floating aimlessly in the sky, the green plains of her home rolling peacefully below them in the breeze.  As a little girl, she would sometimes lean out over the side of the longboat, so far her grandfather would have to pull her back to stop her from falling.  She'd giggle as he tickled her, tucking her safely to his chest.  "Tryin' to fly away, little bird?" he'd ask. "Ya' too young for that, yet." Some nights, if the weather was clear, he'd teach her about the different stars and planets.  He'd tell her tales about his brief stint in the Navy, or some adventure from his wild youth-- sometimes they'd even be true! Other times, they'd fall asleep drifting, only to wake up in some random place and go on an "adventure" to get back home.  Basic navigational and map-reading skills were an essential pick up.  He liked to pretend he was teaching her, but she knew better.  Man couldn't find his way out of room with a single door some days.

           Her favorite nights, though, were when he'd pull out his old harmonica and play for her.  On particularly clear, cool nights like this, his tune would be slow, the notes dragging on for long periods before warbling, bobbing like the waves.  She always felt like she was rising and falling in time with the tune.  Her hand came up to rest on her breast pocket.  Despite not having feeling in her fingers anymore, she knew the harmonica was still safe within.  She felt its outline pressing into her chest.  Briefly, she thought to take it out and play one final song on the old instrument in memorial, but with her hands as they were, she wouldn't be able to play.  And she didn't want to lose it.  So, she settled for letting her hand rest there, taking comfort in its presence over her heart.

           Everything felt heavy now, to the point she almost expected to start sinking.  The organ beneath her hand was beginning to slow as it lost the fight to keep her warm. Non-vital organs would start shutting down soon.

           She forced her mind back to more times with her grandfather, this time on land.  "Don't think you're too good to put your hands to hard work, little bird," he'd tell her... usually while making her do something around the farm he didn't want to do.  Chasing down some ornery creature that didn't want to be hemmed up, most likely.  Or time spent fishing at Mrs. Neelie's pond. She didn't actually like to fish, didn't have the patience for it, but she always went to watch him.  She swore, her grandfather could be in the middle of an ocean, miles from anything else, and still manage to get snagged on something. Or there was the time he tripped coming down the hill and nearly knocked old Mrs. Neelie into the pond.  She'd had to sit down, she'd laughed so hard. "Go ahead, laugh at the old man," he’d warned her.

           Her laughter melded into a sob at the end, lips pulled back in a grimace. The stars around her shined even brighter in the light of her tears stuck to her lashes.  She felt her lower lip wobble.  No one was around, what was the point?  She allowed herself to cry, flailing in impotent rage.  "I don't want to die!" she shouted to the heavens. Maybe this close, someone would actually hear her and take pity.

           There would be no one to mourn her, no one to even report her missing. Absence would be hunted for a while until her pursuers gave up and cut their losses.  Tammy Righte would be listed as death in absentia, another sad statistic.  All her other alias would only be missed when a contact tried to reach her for something, but swiftly forgotten as they looked elsewhere for someone to do their dirty work.  Her more frequent clients might wonder, but it would be a passing question, like the fate of a childhood schoolmate.  She'd ghosted through life, taking different names along the way.  She went through names like normal people went through clothes: you pick one as needs demand, it gets a little too dirty, discard it and pick out a new one.  So many names and alias and identities.  Her real name safely locked away.

           There was no one left who knew who she really was.

           The brief burst of indignation warmed her a little, but the almost absolute zero temperature of space just as quickly sapped it from her, the cold once again cradling her in its loving embrace.  Fear threatened to creep up faster than the cold.  She'd never been the religious sort.  She didn't know if there was anything after this. But if there was, she was sure she'd be going to same place as her grandfather, and that thought offered some bittersweet comfort.  Likely not heaven, but if he was there that would be heaven enough.  She wrapped her arms around herself as best she could, imagining it was the warm embrace of her grandfather.  Droplets floated up from her lashes as she smiled.  She'd held his hand when he died, a smile on his face. She kinda wished she had someone to hold her hand, now.  "Meet me at the bar, old man," she whispered.  "I'm buying this time."  Then she closed her eyes, letting her thoughts drift to happier times as the cold, gentle embrace of death shrouded her.

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Gnarf’s 2020

and what a fucking year that was... Anyways, let’s talk about the good things, shall we?

I made it through 2020 alive and without going insane! Yay! So lets see what else I did. (This is a long post)

In the beginning of 2020 I said I won’t participate in many fests. Only three or something like that. Lets check how that went!

Fests Gnarf participated in: 9

@lockdownfest @lcdrarry @hd-wireless @hpfluff-fest @hd-hurtfest @hd-fan-fair @hd-erised @gameofdrarry in drarropoly @wireless-festive-minifest​

Haha yup, three. Sounds legit. I also wandered off to try if I can art! No worries, I gave that up :D Mad respect to all Artists, arting is exhausting and the progress is too slow for me.

If you really want to check out my attempts, here’s what made its way onto AO3:

Dont Blink! for LCDrarry, it includes the Angels from Doctor Who and was a pain in the arse.

If you knew... was made for H/D Wireless and has the armiest arm i ever saw, very proud of that one. Its also the last thing I made.

Home Sweet Home was also made for H/D Wireless, and the first bigger art piece I tried my hand on.

A muffled groan which is rather explicit and I entirely forgot about making it :D it has a ficlet going with it too.

(I think theres other Art stuff here with the tag #gnarf draws or something)

I reached my yearly goal of writing 100k words once again!

Fics and Ficlets I wrote this year: 20(ish)

Better Side of the Bed (Lock Down Fest, T, 2k)

It was all Malfoy's fault. Harry could be at the Burrow right now, but instead he was trapped in Malfoy's tiny flat. All because that dick couldn't stop bothering him about a stupid life debt he didn't even care about.

Doing What's Best (G, ~800 words)

Lucius looked down at the little bundle currently sleeping in Narcissa's arms and felt terror shoot through his body. A little boy, his hair so white it was nearly invisible. Born only a few hours ago, taking his first breath in the light of the rising sun. Narcissa had whispered a welcome, her eyes wet, her smile bigger than ever. But they both knew, even though temporarily safe, he really wasn't. Draco was born into a world ruled by war. If only it'd end soon.

I better be hallucinating this (T, 3.8k)

After the war Draco Malfoy is sentenced to Azkaban for a really long sentence. Apparently aiding in Dumbledore's death overrules any argument Harry could put up for him. After the trial, as the days pass by, Harry is more and more outraged at the sentence. He can't stop obsessing over the fact that Draco Malfoy saved his life and aided him during the war and is very much capable of redemption. Not to mention that Malfoy has always been a delicate git and would never survive Azkaban. After a few weeks obsessing Harry decides that Malfoy indeed can't remain unjustly in Azkaban and starts to plot a way to break him out of jail and hide him in Grimmauld Place. When Hermione finds out she's not amused. Ron is horrified. Draco still thinks he's hallucinating.

Keep Holding On (Wireless, M. 33.333) A collab with @maesterchill​ who surprised me with lovely art for it!

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Draco both fall into their own battles with their mental states. Draco is sent to Azkaban, and Harry turns to drinking, hoping to forget. Months later, Harry visits St Mungo’s new ward on the request of a friend, only to find Draco in a deep vegetative state. Not willing to give him up, Harry stays by his side, while simultaneously dealing with the Ministry's newest grand idea to make everything worse. Making new allies, and losing old ones along the way, will hopefully be worth it in the end.

Age is just a number (Fluff Fest, T, 1.5k)

Married for decades, their life is perfect. Until Harry gets a call and hears the following words: "Mr Potter, we caught your husband stealing ten large packs of King Sized condoms."

There was still hope (Hurt Fest, M, 3.1k)

Draco winced as pain shot through his leg with every step. This secret, back-alley laboratory had been his last chance, last hope, to find the potion. But nobody had it in stock, and there was no time left to brew it himself. Panic was slowly overtaking his entire mind as he crept out of the store and back to the nearest alley to Apparate back home. He already felt off, and it was still early in the day. Of course this thestral-shit had to happen to him, of all people. As if life wasn't bad enough for him already.

Desire (E, 1.7k)

"Auror Potter, what a pleasant surprise to meet you here. What can I do for you?" "Stop the show, Malfoy. There's no one around, and I'm not here as an Auror." Draco watched Potter move closer until they were nearly nose to nose, only the small counter of his shop kept Potter at distance. Potter's eyes were dark with something Draco couldn't exactly name, his face was flushed and the air surrounding him felt somehow static. Draco felt the urge to lean further over his counter, to drink in his sight, to touch the man on the other side—but he didn't.

Drarropoly 2020 currently holds 7 ficlets and is in a Series. The highest rating is Mature and its 3.2k in total at this point.

Let's not wait for France (Fan Fair, T, 17.7k)

All Harry had wanted from his Eighth year at Hogwarts was a little peace and a little privacy but, from the moment that he stepped onto Platform 9 3/4, it was obvious that nothing was ever going to be that easy. An accidental bond with Malfoy that resulted in them having to stay together at all times was the final straw. Things couldn't be worse. So much to a quiet year in Hogwarts.

Love letters for the oblivious (Mini Wireless, T, 716 words)

Draco had gotten the strangest letters all week long, which wasn't what anyone needed at Christmas. Especially not him. Either someone was taking the piss, or he had a very dumb and inefficient secret admirer. And Draco didn't know which would be worse.

Double-Booked (Mini Wireless, T, 2.1k)

Finally, peace and quiet, and— "Malfoy?!?" Or the one where Harry thought he could enjoy a quiet Christmas far from everyone, just to find out that the cabin he had booked already accommodated another guest.

The best Christmas he ever had (Mini WirelessT, 1.9k)

Christmas had never been less appealing to him than this year. That was until Arthur Weasley showed up at his door, dressed as Santa, inviting him to the Burrow.

Anon Fests to be added

Whoever made it to this point: yoooo! Friend! Lots of love to you! I also got tagged in many get to know me posts, plenty of love in my Inbox giving me love slaps left and right (honestly, im bruised, stop slapping me), amazing person awards, top 5 fics, and whatever you can think of.

To make up for not answering most of them because I’m a horrible person:

My favourite colour: purple My age: I’ll be 30 next year in April, I expect gifts, I don’t accept first borns My favourite trope: eight year My favourite animal: cat My favourite ice cream: Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough Here’s my writing Playlist, it’s the worst you’ll ever see, and yes, I use YouTube, I’m old.

Other things that happened in 2020 that made me happy:

I kicked out my mentally/emotionally abusive partner of 7 years in January

I kept my grandma alive through this *waves hand at world*

I was able to share my birthday cake with my family becaus I got to leave my first quarantine a few days before my birthday

I got to keep my job

I found a lot of lovely friends in this fandom, and got to keep them through this year

My cats are their usual little jerks and actually enjoyed me being at home due to the raging pandemic

I finally cut off my hair

I’m about to hit 3.5k followers here and I love you all

I’m also tagging everyone who sees this and wants to do something similiar! Show us what you did in 2020, the things you’re proud of, and the things you loved! Let’s spread some happy for the end of the year 💜🥰

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Written In The Stars CVIII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: Tomorrow I’m posting a hidden moment about what happens once the kids are at school and two former marauders are left alone. Stay tuned! -Danny

Words: 4,225 

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Chapter Six: Hidden Nightmares.

"Prefect, eh?" growled Moody, his normal eye on Ron and his magical eye swivelling around to gaze into the side of his head. Harry had the very uncomfortable feeling it was looking at him and moved away toward Sirius and Lupin.

"Well, congratulations," said Moody, still glaring at Ron with his normal eye, "authority figures always attract trouble, but I suppose Dumbledore thinks you can withstand most major jinxes or he wouldn't have appointed you..."

Mel took her friend away from Moody in case he decided to continue trying to scare him to death.

"I was never a prefect myself," said Tonks as she walked past them. "My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities."

"Like what?" said Ginny.

"Like the ability to behave myself."

"Same reason why Mel didn't get a badge," Emily walked past her daughter. "I hope this works as a lesson..."

"Sure does, now I know I'm doing something right," Mel smirked.

"What about you, Sirius?" Ginny asked.

"No one would have made me a prefect! I spent too much time in detention with James. Lupin was the good boy, he got the badge."

"I think Dumbledore might have hoped that I would be able to exercise some control over my best friends," said Lupin. "I need scarcely say that I failed dismally."

"What about my dad?"

"Matthew was a brilliant student but Dumbledore knew that giving him the badge would've been like given us green light to go around doing whatever we pleased," Sirius grinned.

"Again, same the reason why Dumbledore didn't give you a badge," Lupin smiled.

"You really think I would let my friends do mischief without any consequences?" Mel feigned indignation.

"Yes," The three adults replied.

"Well, I think I'll sort out that boggart before I turn in... Arthur, I don't want this lot up too late, all right? 'Night, dears."

Mel walked into Harry just as he was getting up and she stumbled backwards.

"Sorry," He said quickly.

"It's fine..."

"You all right?" Moody asked them.

"Yeah, fine."

"Lovely dinner," Mel smiled tensely.

"Come here, I've got something that might interest you," He told them.

From an inner pocket of his robes Moody pulled a very tattered old Wizarding photograph.

"Original Order of the Phoenix," growled Moody. "Found it last night when I was looking for my spare Invisibility Cloak, seeing as Podmore hasn't had the manners to return my best one... Thought people might like to see it."

Harry took the photograph and Mel leaned closer to take a look.

"There's me," said Moody. "And there's Dumbledore beside me, Dedalus Diggle on the other side... That's Marlene McKinnon, she was killed two weeks after this was taken, they got her whole family. That's Frank and Alice Longbottom — Poor devils, better dead than what happened to them... and that's Emmeline Vance, you've met her, and that there's Lupin, obviously... Benjy Fenwick, he copped it too, we only ever found bits of him... shift aside there–

That's Edgar Bones... brother of Amelia Bones, they got him and his family too, he was a great wizard... Sturgis Podmore, blimey, he looks young... Caradoc Dearborn vanished six months after this, we never found his body... Hagrid, of course, looks exactly the same as ever... Elphias Doge, you've met him, I'd forgotten he used to wear that stupid hat... Gideon Prewett, it took five Death Eaters to kill him and his brother Fabian, they fought like heroes... budge along, budge along... That's Dumbledore's brother, Aberforth, only time I ever met him, strange bloke..."

It was the first time she'd ever seen of her grandfather. He looked a lot like Dumbledore, but he lacked the warm gaze and the fancy robes. He had the same hair colour as her though, and there was a similarity between his nose and her dad's.

"That's Dorcas Meadowes, Voldemort killed her personally... Sirius, when he still had short hair... and... there you go, thought that would interest you! Eh?"

Five people were staring up at them: Petter Pettigrew, Lily and James Potter, and her own parents.

"That's great," She tried to sound enthusiastic. "Look at that..."

"Yeah," Harry's voice sounded heavy. "Er... listen, I've just remembered, I haven't packed my..."

"What's that you've got there, Mad-Eye?" Sirius asked loudly from the table.

Harry left so quickly she almost thought he'd disapparated, she understood though, that picture was full of ghosts, and for some reason, she felt kind of responsible for them– maybe Harry felt that way too, after all, it was him Voldemort was after...

The adults surrounded the table and stared at the picture, there were tons of quiet exclamations and nostalgic chuckles as they examined it, but what made her leave the room was the way she knew her mother and Sirius had finally found their friends' faces staring up at them, she could see something dark and heavy falling on their features.

Mel didn't feel like sticking around to hear stories about when they were all young and alive, when Peter was still Peter and not the traitor that had gotten his friends killed. It was stupid to remember something they couldn't have back.

She was in the main hall when she heard someone crying.

"No! No... riddikulus! Riddikulus! RIDDIKULUS !"

Mel ran up the stairs and found Harry looking at Mrs Weasley... She was sobbing above a second Harry, only that this one was dead.

'Boggart', Mel thought.

"Harry, we need to get help–"

"Mrs Weasley, just get out of here!" Harry's eyes fixed on the vision of his own body. "Let someone else —"

"What's going on?" Lupin rushed in followed by Sirius and Emily. Moody was right behind them."Riddikulus!"

Mrs Weasley wept harder.

"Molly– Molly, don't... Molly, it was just a boggart," Lupin patted her head gently. "Just a stupid boggart..."

"I see them d-d-dead all the time! All the t-t-time! I d-d-dream about it..."

She had been dreaming the same thing that summer– hell, her boggart had been the same thing years before that! Seeing it again that night caught her off guard. A thousand different images of Harry trapped in the cemetery came to her, the pain she'd felt that night, the memory of Cedric's body laying on the grass...

She tried to get out of the room as fast as possible.

"D-d-don't tell Arthur– I d-d-don't want him to know... Being silly... Harry, I'm so sorry, what must you think of me? Not even able to get rid of a boggart..."

"Don't be stupid," said Harry, sounding impressively calm.

"I'm just s-s-so worried– Half the f-f-family's in the Order, it'll b-b-be a miracle if we all come through this... and P-P-Percy's not talking to us... What if something d-d-dreadful happens and we had never m-m-made up? And what's going to happen if Arthur and I get killed, who's g-g-going to look after Ron and Ginny?"

"Molly, that's enough," said Lupin. "This isn't like last time. The Order is better prepared, we've got a head start, we know what Voldemort's up to — Oh, Molly, come on, it's about time you got used to hearing it — look, I can't promise no one's going to get hurt, nobody can promise that, but we're much better off than we were last time, you weren't in the Order then, you don't understand, last time we were outnumbered twenty to one by the Death Eaters and they were picking us off one by one..."

"Don't worry about Percy," said Sirius. "He'll come round. It's a matter of time before Voldemort moves into the open; once he does, the whole Ministry's going to be begging us to forgive them. And I'm not sure I'll be accepting their apology..."

"And as for who's going to look after Ron and Ginny if you and Arthur died," Lupin looked up to Emily and smiled a bit, "what do you think we'd do, let them starve?"

"Certainly not!" Emily kneeled beside her, hugging her by the shoulders. "Not after all you've done for us! After seeing how much you care about Harry! You're one of the best friends I've had in a long time, I would never abandon your children..."

Harry turned and locked eyes with Mel. He had a distraught expression on his face as he watched her cover her mouth, struggling to breathe.

One time when she was six, Mel had to be taken to the nurse because some kids cornered her in the playground and she lost it; a teacher carried her out. When her mother arrived they told her Mel had suffered a panic attack.

A panic attack wasn't exactly a good omen nor the best way to spend her last night before going back to school, but she had no control over it.

"Deep breaths, Mel..." Harry muttered, quickly making his way towards her. "It's okay–"

The boy tried to touch her and that stirred her into action. Mel slapped his hand out of the way and ran out before someone could stop her. She ran up all the way to Buckbeak's layer and she locked herself there until her crying stopped.

"WILL YOU LOT GET DOWN HERE NOW, PLEASE!" Mrs Weasley yelled.

Mel let out a pained groan, her head was pounding after last night and all she wanted was to get to the train so she could take a nap. Mrs Black's portrait was howling, but no one tried to close the curtains since the house was loud with voices coming from every floor, all gathering their stuff before leaving.

"I'm dying," The girl leaned on her mother's shoulder. The woman ran her fingers through her hair tenderly.

"You had a rough night. Been years since you had one of those..."

"It was the stupid boggart," She muttered. "I'm okay now. I'll see Erick, so that's kind of cool..."

"You and Harry haven't talked, then?"

"Mum..."

"I'm not trying to force you–"

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!"

A dog ran into the hall, looking rather lively.

"Oh honestly... well, on your own head be it!"

Mrs Weasley, Emily, Mel, Harry and Sirius all left the house together.

"Where's Tonks?" Harry asked.

"She's waiting for us just up here," said Mrs Weasley.

"Wotcher, guys," Tonks -disguised as an old woman- winked at them. "Better hurry up, hadn't we?"

"I know, I know... but Mad-Eye wanted to wait for Sturgis... If only Arthur could have got us cars from the Ministry again... but Fudge wouldn't let him borrow so much as an empty ink bottle these days... How Muggles can stand travelling without magic..."

Sirius was having the time of his life though, running around chasing pigeons and barking loudly. Mel and Harry laughed at his antics, Emily rolled her eyes and mumbled something about him being a child.

As they walked through the streets watching Sirius chase cats and go crazy with the poor birds, she felt Harry glancing at her from time to time. Mel knew he only wanted to help, and perhaps he was a little hurt about the way she'd reacted last night. However, she was far from even acknowledging that she'd cried in front of so many people.

"I felt it, you know?" Harry said when no one was paying attention. "Your panic attack..."

"I figured," Mel said numbly. "It's the lifeline... doesn't matter, I have it under control."

"I could've helped," He insisted. "When we were little–"

"We're not little anymore," She replied sternly. "You handle your stuff, I handle mine. That's what we agreed on."

Harry's jaw clenched, he didn't speak after that.

It felt like a type of rebirth when she crossed the platform and found herself in front of the scarlet train.

"I hope the others make it in time," said Mrs Weasley.

"Nice dog, guys!" called Lee Jordan.

"Thanks, Lee," said Harry.

Sirius made a show of himself, acting as the perfect puppy.

"Mel, come here for a moment," Emily drew her away from the group, looking anxious.

"What is it?"

"I didn't say anything until now because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable during your stay but... oh, well..."

She noticed how her mother glanced at Sirius, who was rolling around at Harry's feet.

"Mum... Are you and Sirius... a thing?"

Her mother hesitated.

"I know you've noticed how... I mean, we've... we're not exactly together."

"Oh," She frowned. "Why not?"

"What?"

"If you want to be a couple, then be one."

"I... you... you're not upset?"

Mel gave her a small smile. "You deserve to be happy. I want you to be happy. If being with Sirius gives you that, I have nothing against it. He's a good man– bit stubborn, but he treats you well, right?"

"He was always a good friend..."

"I hope all goes well, then."

The woman stared as if she'd mistaken Mel for someone else.

"You have more of Matthew than you could ever have of me, you know?" Emily beamed. "I'm thankful for that."

"Sirius would be an idiot if he rejects you, to be honest."

Her mother laughed.

"Don't get your hopes up about this, though..."

"I trust you," Mel brushed it off, hugging her one last time before going back to the group.

Five minutes later Lupin was wishing her a safe journey. Mel held onto him tightly, his scent filling her lungs.

"I'm going to miss you lots," She mumbled against his chest.

"You'll see me soon," Lupin rubbed her back. "Now, just because you weren't made a prefect doesn't mean you're allowed to misbehave. Make us proud."

Sirius ran up to her and crashed against her legs, she kneeled and hugged him as well.

"I'll miss you too, Snuffles... look after my mother while I'm gone, okay?"

He barked, snuggling his face closer to hers.

"Well, look after yourselves," Lupin told the rest of the teenagers. "You too, Harry. Be careful."

"Yeah, keep your head down and your eyes peeled," said Moody. "And don't forget, all of you — careful what you put in writing. If in doubt, don't put it in a letter at all."

"It's been great meeting all of you," said Tonks. "We'll see you soon, I expect."

"Quick, quick," said Mrs Weasley as the whistle blew a second time. "Write... Be good... If you've forgotten anything we'll send it on... Onto the train, now, hurry..."

For one brief moment, the great black dog reared onto its hind legs and placed its front paws on Harry's shoulders, but Mrs Weasley shoved Harry away toward the train door hissing, "For heaven's sake act more like a dog, Sirius!"

"See you!" Harry yelled from the door.

The black dog chased the train barking madly until they turned, then he vanished.

"He shouldn't have come with us," Hermione murmured.

"Oh lighten up, he hasn't seen daylight for months, poor bloke," Ron shook his head.

"Well, can't stand around chatting all day, we've got business to discuss with Lee. Are you coming with us, Lady?" Fred asked.

"Maybe later," She shrugged.

"All right, see you later!"

"Shall we go and find a compartment, then?" Harry asked.

"Er..."

"We're — well — Ron and I are supposed to go into the prefect carriage," Hermione said awkwardly.

Suddenly Mel felt really bad about not going with Fred and George.

"Oh," Harry tensed next to her. "Right. Fine."

"I don't think we'll have to stay there all journey," said the girl. "Our letters said we just get instructions from the Head Boy and Girl and then patrol the corridors from time to time."

"Fine– Well, we... might see you later, then."

"Yeah, definitely. It's a pain having to go down there, I'd rather — but we have to — I mean, I'm not enjoying it, I'm not Percy."

"I know you're not," said Harry.

"I'll tell Erick you say hi, Mel," Hermione offered, thinking that would ease her mind.

"Brilliant," She said without much excitement.

"Come on," Ginny spoke, Mel felt immense relief as she turned to look at the girl, "if we get a move on we'll be able to save them places."

"Right," said Harry, and he looked as pleased as her.

After a while of silent walking, they ran into Neville, which was even better, more people to talk to.

"Hi, guys– Hi, Ginny... Everywhere's full... I can't find a seat..."

"What are you talking about?" said Ginny. "There's room in this one, there's only Loony Lovegood in here —"

"I don't want to disturb anyone..."

"Don't be silly," Ginny chuckled. "She's all right."

They all followed her inside.

"Hi, Luna! Is it okay if we take these seats?"

The girl beside the window looked up. She had straggly, waist-length, dirty-blond hair, very pale eyebrows, and protuberant eyes that gave her a permanently surprised look. Harry knew at once why Neville had chosen to pass this compartment by. The girl gave off an aura of distinct dottiness. Perhaps it was the fact that she had stuck her wand behind her left ear for safekeeping, or that she had chosen to wear a necklace of butterbeer caps, or that she was reading a magazine upside down. Her eyes ranged over Neville and came to rest on Harry. She nodded.

"Thanks," said Ginny.

In the middle of all the movement of putting away trunks and pets, Mel and Harry somehow found themselves seated together. The girl thought it'd look suspicious if she were to move now, it would confirm that she was actively avoiding him.

"Had a good summer, Luna?" Ginny asked.

"Yes. Yes, it was quite enjoyable, you know. You're Harry Potter."

"I know I am," said Harry, frowning slightly.

Her eyes then moved to the next person, which happened to be her.

"You're a Dumbledore."

"Yeah, people keep saying that," Mel said.

Luna moved to Neville. "And I don't know who you are."

"I'm nobody," He said.

"No you're not," said Ginny. "Neville Longbottom — Luna Lovegood. Luna's in my year, but in Ravenclaw."

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure," sang Luna.

"Guess what I got for my birthday?" Neville asked them.

"Another Remembrall?" Harry teased.

"No– I could do with one, though, I lost the old one ages ago... No, look at this... Mimbulus mimbletonia."

"Sick!" Mel beamed. "Er- in a good way..."

"It's really, really rare," said Neville excitedly. "I don't know if there's one in the greenhouse at Hogwarts, even. I can't wait to show it to Professor Sprout. My great-uncle Algie got it for me in Assyria. I'm going to see if I can breed from it."

"If you do manage, I'd love to have one," Mel eyed the plant with interest.

Harry did a strange noise next to her and she stared back, daring him to speak.

"Does it — er — do anything?" He asked, glancing nervously at her.

"Loads of stuff! It's got an amazing defensive mechanism — hold Trevor for me..."

Neville put the toad on Harry's hands. Luna was staring again.

Neville held the Mimbulus mimbletonia up to his eyes, his tongue between his teeth, chose his spot and gave the plant a sharp prod with the tip of his quill.

Liquid squirted from every boil on the plant, thick, stinking, dark-green jets of it; they hit the ceiling, the windows, and spattered Luna Lovegood's magazine. Ginny, who had flung her arms up in front of her face just in time, merely looked as though she was wearing a slimy green hat, but Harry, whose hands had been busy preventing the escape of Trevor, received a face full. It smelled like rancid manure.

Neville, whose face and torso were also drenched, shook his head to get the worst out of his eyes.

"S-sorry," he gasped. "I haven't tried that before... Didn't realize it would be quite so... Don't worry, though, Stinksap's not poisonous," he added nervously, as Harry spat a mouthful onto the floor.

Mel cackled, cleaning her face without an ounce of grumpiness.

"That was amazing!"

The door of their compartment slid open abruptly.

"Oh... hello, Harry. Um... bad time?" Cho stared at the lot with an anxious expression.

"Oh... hi," Harry quickly tried to clean his face.

"It's a terrible time," Mel said brightly, "We stink."

"Um... well... just thought I'd say hello... 'bye then."

Cho Chang was blushing when she closed the door. She heard Harry groan and fall back on his seat.

"Never mind," said Ginny. "Look, we can get rid of all this easily. Scourgify!"

"Sorry," said Neville timidly.

"Don't be, that was really interesting to watch," Mel smiled.

Neville blushed at her comment.

"I'm starving," Ron walked in, Mel quickly made room between her and Harry, which he took without even noticing.

"Well, there are two fifth-year prefects from each House," said Hermione. "Boy and girl from each."

"And guess who's a Slytherin prefect?" said Ron.

"Malfoy," replied Harry.

" 'Course," Ron made a face.

"And that complete cow Pansy Parkinson," said Hermione to Mel. "How she got to be a prefect when she's thicker than a concussed troll..."

"Cheating of course," Mel shrugged.

"Who's Hufflepuff?" Harry asked.

"Ernie Macmillan and Hannah Abbott," said Ron.

"And Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil for Ravenclaw," said Hermione. "Oh! Erick seemed fine, Mel– couldn't talk to him because of Malfoy, of course..."

"We're supposed to patrol the corridors every so often," Ron explained, "and we can give out punishments if people are misbehaving. I can't wait to get Crabbe and Goyle for something..."

"You're not supposed to abuse your position, Ron!"

"Yeah, right, because Malfoy won't abuse it at all."

"So you're going to descend to his level?"

"No, I'm just going to make sure I get his mates before he gets mine."

"For heaven's sake, Ron —"

"He's not being unfair, is he?" Mel defended him. "If anyone deserves detention, that's them..."

"I'll make Goyle do lines, it'll kill him, he hates writing," Ron then pretended to be the Slytherin. "I... must... not... look... like... a... baboon's... backside..."

Everyone laughed, but nobody laughed harder than Luna Lovegood. She let out a scream of mirth that caused Hedwig to wake up and flap her wings indignantly and Crookshanks to leap up into the luggage rack, hissing. She laughed so hard that her magazine slipped out of her grasp, slid down her legs, and onto the floor.

"That was funny!"

Her prominent eyes swam with tears as she gasped for breath, staring at Ron. Utterly nonplussed, he looked around at the others, who were now laughing at the expression on Ron's face and at the ludicrously prolonged laughter of Luna Lovegood, who was rocking backward and forward, clutching her sides.

"Are you taking the mickey?"

"Baboon's... backside!"

"Hey, Lovegood," Mel grinned. "We're going to be great friends..."

"Can I have a look at this?" Harry asked Luna. He was staring at the magazine she'd dropped. "Mel, have a look at this, will you?"

He was showing her an article over Ron's shoulder.

SIRIUS - Black As He's Painted?

Notorious Mass Murderer OR Innocent Singing Sensation?

For fourteen years Sirius Black has been believed guilty of the mass murder of twelve innocent Muggles and one wizard. Black's audacious escape from Azkaban two years ago has led to the widest manhunt ever conducted by the Ministry of Magic. None of us has ever questioned that he deserves to be recaptured and handed back to the dementors.

BUT DOES HE?

"What is this?" Mel asked, her voice slightly shaking with contained laughter.

"Hang on," Harry said distractedly. "This one's about Fudge.."

Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, denied that he had any plans to take over the running of the Wizarding Bank, Gringotts, when he was elected Minister of Magic five years ago. Fudge has always insisted that he wants nothing more than to "cooperate peacefully" with the guardians of our gold.

BUT DOES HE?

Sources close to the Minister have recently disclosed that Fudge's dearest ambition is to seize control of the goblin gold supplies and that he will not hesitate to use force if need be.

"It wouldn't be the first time, either," said a Ministry insider. "Cornelius 'Goblin-Crusher' Fudge, that's what his friends call him..."

"Anything good in there?" asked Ron.

"Of course not," said Hermione. "The Quibbler's rubbish, everyone knows that."

"Excuse me," said Luna. "My father's the editor."

Mel had to bit her lip to not make a sound.

"I — oh. Well... it's got some interesting... I mean, it's quite..."

"I'll have it back, thank you," Luna took back the magazine and buried her face behind it.

The door to the compartment opened again.

"What?" Harry snapped at Malfoy.

"Manners, Potter, or I'll have to give you a detention... You see, I, unlike you, have been made a prefect, which means that I, unlike you, have the power to hand out punishments."

"Yeah, but you, unlike me, are a git, so get out and leave us alone."

The group laughed. Mel felt something crawling up her chest, ready to pounce.

"Tell me, how does it feel being second-best to Weasley, Potter?"

"Shut up, Malfoy," said Hermione.

"I seem to have touched a nerve... Well, just watch yourself, Potter, because I'll be dogging your footsteps in case you step out of line."

"Get out!" said Hermione sharply.

Mel's heart skipped a beat.

Dogging.

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I decided to post a kim hongjoong fanfic it's a smut lmao it sucks cuz i write it anyways hope u enjoy it.

⚠️disclaimer this contains 18+ content and sexual actions⚠️

Teachers pet |K.HJ. 😳💦

It was a normal morning in your boring school you were just walking through your school hallways and talking to your bestfriend Lisa yall were talking about basic thingz when Lisa asked you" y/n did you heard that there's gonna be a new teacher" she said you were confused because no one told you that "oh really and how long you knew that" you asked her she made weird face before thinking "erm I don't know probably 2 or 3 weeks why" you were shocked because nobody told you that "and why you didn't told me that 😒" you said "umm because I thought that you knew 😁😅" she said "and from who should I knew that" you said pissed off "well teachers said that on the website" she said "ugh lisa you know that I don't go on that website" you said rolling your eyes "YAH you promised me that you'll start to go on that website" she said angrily "ohh oops heh umm ye well I

kind of lied to u heh 😅" you knew it was a bad when Lisa gets mad so you started to run "ahhhhh someone help me she's gonna kill mee" you said as you

were running for your life when you bumped into something really hard, you fell on the ground on ur butt "ah! owww" you said "oh sorry" someone said, that voice was unfamiliar it was deep but at the same time it was soft but raspy, you fell in love with that voice, then you looked up and saw the most hottest man in the world, you've never seen someone THIS hot in your life "um hello are you okay? HEYYY" he was waving his hand in front of your face then you snap out of ur dIrTy thoughts "uh erm heh I'm fine 😅 what about you are u okay?" you said he looked in your eyes then smirked and said "yes I'm okay ??????" you didn't heard the last world "um okay the bye i gotta go bc my class is starting in few mins"you said "oh okay bye" he waived at me and disappeared in the school hallways.

Then someone suddenly touched your shoulder "AH" you screamed and turned around and then you saw lisa "yah! Why? Do you want me to have a heart attack" you said she giggled "ye i do 😃 anways who was that boy he's hawtttt" she said "ye i know right like bruh his so fucking hot" you replied then checked the time "oh fuck it's already 3:57PM *your class starts at 4PM*WE WILL BE

LATEEEEE" you said running to the

class, Lisa is really fast she was already at the door and went it, the bell rang and you were still running thru the one stoopid hallway you were mad and sad cuz you hate literally HATE the math teacher, you've finally reached the door and went in the class when you opened the door your eyes widen you saw the hot boy from earlier teaching the class you were shooketh you stood there in the doors when you heard a voice calling u "miss you're late" he said in firm tone which was really sexy and it kind of turned you on, you tried to act cool cuz you could feel The sweat on your face "yes and it was just a few mins" you looked at his tag "Mr.Kim?"said while looking at him right in the eyes making interesting eye contact then he smirked and said "de te nti on" *ᵈᵉᵗᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿ* in really rude and sexy tone "WHAT WHY 😒" u replied "why u talked back so u deserve it" again the same toneeee you were already dripping you couldn't take the sexiness this man had "go and sit on your place miss" you heard him saying, you went and sit on your chair the class continued normally *time skip *it's the end of the

class everyone has already left, the only

one who was in the class was u and the Mr.Kim you were in ur place looking everywhere just to avoid the eye contact with Mr.Kim suddenly you heard a voice "sooooo why you were so rude to my in front of the class" Mr.Kim said firmly but teasingly, again it turned you on..... "I-I don't know..." you replied instantly he smirked and said "you know that bad girl deserves to be punished" you looked at him shooketh and made eye contact that made the atmosphere even more sexual than it was before"what do you mean by punished??" you said raising your eyebrow "oh kitten you know what I mean" he said while coming to your desk, you could clearly see the lust in his eyes they were so dark but so beautiful at the same time, he stopped walking when he reached your desk and he came closer with his face then whispered in your ear "kitten tell daddy what you want" he whispered in your face in extremely sexy and raspy voice, your face turned red as tomato but you pushed your shyness to the side and whispered back in his ear "ahhh~ daddy i want you inside of me" you said that in the most seductive tone as you could, he raised his eyebrow and whispered back

"awh is my kitty needy for her daddy"

again the sexy tone you were already dying coz of how horny you were the only thing you were carving was his touch "ah daddy pleaseeee i need you" you said getting up from your chair and coming even closer to him, when you were so close to each other that you could feel each others hot breath, he picked you up and made you sit on your desk and started to kiss your neck

You left out soft moans that turned him even more, your hands were in his hair and his hands were taking off your clothes while kissing your neck, after you were completely naked the only think that was left on you was your underwear, he looked at you up and down and bite his lip "damn kitten never thought you would wear this kind of sexy underwear" he said in your ear then bite your earlobe "a-ahh~ w-well i like this kind of type of underwear" you said while looking at this lips he saw that you were looking at his lips, he came really like REALLY close to your face and before he kissed you he took off his tie and wrap it around your eyes so that you wouldn't be able to see what his doing, he kissed you, that kiss was so lustful and rough you obviously kissed

him back and wrapped your arms

around his neck then you heard "ahh my kitten is so needy, what do you want your daddy to do" he said in raspy voice and sexy voice "ahh daddy please I want you to be inside of me" you said in whiny tone "hmmmm okay" he said in teasing tone, then he started to kiss your neck again and his kisses then traveled to your chest, he took off your bra and started to suck on your right boob while playing with the left boob, your mouth left out a soft whiny moan "a-ahhh~" you could feel on your skin that he smirked, then you felt him taking off your panties, the feeling of the cold air hitting your wet core....could feel he was starting at your wet pussy so you said "daddyyyyyy don't stare" he looked at you even tho u can't see "hmm I'm not staring I'm enjoying kitten" he siad after that you could feel a hot breath on your core "a-ahh daddy please don't tease me anymore" you said that in whiny tone, after that you felt him leaving soft kisses on your core and kitty licking, suddenly you felt him slide in his tongue you moaned out louder "A-ahhh dadddy" he started to suck and pumping his tongue inside of you like a crazy, and that drived u crazy, he eated you out like he

have never eaten before, you were close

"O-ohHh d-daddy im close" and he suddenly stopped and you gave him "😒" look "oh no kitten not yet" he said, then you heard that he was un buckling his belt and slide off his pants with his boxers then he came closer and started to rub your clit with his cock "ahhhh mr. Kim pleaseee" you moaned out "no it's daddy kitten " he said in firm voice and slammed into you really hard without even looking at the fact that your virgin, you screamed out because of the thickness and length he smirked and started trust slowly you were already moaning mess "ah a-ahhh d-daddy p-please f-fasterrr" you tried to say he smirked "as you whish kitten" and started started to trust into you like a crazy, he fucked you so fast and good "do you like that hmm you little slut" he said, you look at him and said "u-ugh ah hhh y-yes d-daddy your cock feels soo good around my thigh pussy hmm" you moaned out, he loved the way you were moaning his name and the expressions you were making, suddenly he wanted to switch positions so he untied the tie around your eyes and you've finally seen him and his dick..... It was HUGE amd he looked extremely hot with that messy hair tho the he ordered "get on ur

fours now!" shit u were even wetter, but u did as he ordered and got on your fours, then he slammed into you again and again u screamed but this time he started to trust into you really hard, when he was normally trusting into u it was already hitting ur g spot and that shit drived u crazy, now it was driving you super crazy you were letting out little screams cuz of the pleasure he was giving u but once again he he changed his pace and started to trust FAST and HARD.... At this point you were literally screaming and crying while he was enjoying the view, he pulled ur hair and started to kiss ur neck while pounding into u, he was fucking u so hard and fast that your desk was creaking, but soon or later his trusts got sloppy and you were really closer to ur orgasm "i-I'm c--Close d-D-daddyy" you couldn't even speak u barely said those three words u started to clenche around him "a-ahh kitten if u continue to clenching like that then I'll come in few seconds" he said in raspy voice and that pushed u over the edge "A-A-HHHHHHH DADDDYYYY I'M CUMMIG!!" you said screaming ur lungs out "a-ahHhh I'm cumMing hhhh" he said growling out, then he pulled out and said "kitten want this to happen

more often?" u were still catching ur breath "yes daddy" you said. THE END CUZ AIN'T TRYING TO MAKE THIS SERIES. ANWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT BYE.

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Course Of Nature (3)

Chapter Summary: Marinette doesn’t hate Robin, Chat and Nightwing have basically adopted each other, and the kids finally get to hear something about The Light from the secretive adults. Rating: Still G Word Count: 2,532 (it increases with every chapter ooft) Pairing: Daminette

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four

When she was seven years old, Marinette was grounded for the first time. It was nothing big; no television for a whole day, but the events leading up to it stuck with her as she grew.

It was early spring and the bakery her parents ran had been up for only four months, bringing about a slew of changes her younger self was hardly prepared for. One of the worst of which (worst being subjective to the temperament of her seven-year-old-self) was the plum dacquoise.

Dacquoise was typically made with hazelnuts and almonds, a delicious combination in their own right. But the addition of the tarty fruit taste of fresh plums was heaven on her tongue.

Plum dacquoise was her favourite cake — her favourite dessert. It was, in the Dupain-Cheng household, her cake. So when she found her father baking it one morning, she let herself dissolve in delight like sugar in water.

The plum dacquoise sat on the bakery display case, and not once did her parents offer her a slice. Instead, as 7pm rolled around, they gave it to Mrs. Bisset in a pink box, tied shut with a white bow.

Marinette cried.

Her cake was in the hands of some evil stranger and her parents smiled as the witch exited the bakery. Exited the bakery with her cake.

She didn’t understand, and her parents didn’t understand her anger, not until she lobbed a plum at her own father’s head, shrieking her head off the entire time.

“I didn’t realise, sweetheart,” her father said, holding her tight in his arms, both apologetic and drained. “But you have nothing to be jealous about.”

They still sold the cake, it would be silly not to when it was undoubtedly a bestseller, but they did rename it ‘Marinette’s Dacquoise,’ and she was content to settle for that.

(Her parents, however, weren’t and promptly sent her to her room and told her not to even think about asking to watch Totally Spies when she was naughty enough to throw a fruit at her dad.)

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Marinette didn’t notice the nail marks on the palms of her hands until Alya pointed them out during class the next day. “Girl! She gasped, running a smooth thumb over the blistering marks, “what happened?!”

She had got a well of bad excuses to offer so she faked a laugh and offered the easiest one. “I guess I must have gotten too stressed about designing and managed to do this without realising.”

Alya shot her a look, one that made it obvious her best friend knew she was lying, but wouldn’t ask out of respect, and the fact that she had her own secrets, leaving Marinette to stew in guilt and whatever other feelings her inevitable zone-out introspection uncovered. Coming late at least had the perk of avoiding questions and over-thinking. Not that she was excusing her usual temporal tendencies, but kwami she really could have had a pleasant morning if she just let herself sleep in again.

The indents on the inside of Marinette’s hand were a faded pink, and if she was careful, they would be gone within the next three days. Stupid Robin. Sure, he didn’t press his nails against her skin, but if he hadn’t been so infuriatingly overbearing, she wouldn’t have hurt herself thinking about him. No, not thinking — fuming about him.

Alya’s focus on her new injuries was abated when Nino walked into the classroom, complaining loudly to a mildly bemused looking Adrien. “And all he does is get mad at LB. That’s so not cool man. I mean, at least I heard he did anyway.”

Interest peaked, Alya inserted herself into their conversation. “Who gets mad at Ladybug?”

“That new hero,” Nino frowned, “Lark or whatever — the bird one. I heard he’s like, mad rude.”

Marinette raised her brows at his words. He’d patrolled with her and Robin earlier in the week so she knew that he knew Robin’s name. She wasn’t sure if his sudden forgetfulness was to enforce his civilian cover, but she had a feeling he was at least slightly motivated by spite. Robin hadn’t been kind to him at all, reacting to all his friendly advances with harsh words and cold looks.

Adrien placed a placating hand on Nino’s shoulders as they sat. “Maybe he just seemed rude. Nobody’s really met him yet, and he might be nicer than you think.”

It was pretty typical of Adrien to try and play peacemaker, but this time Marinette winced, knowing that they were the complete wrong words to say. “I’m just saying what I saw!” Nino insisted, “but that new hero shouldn’t be wandering around Paris. He’ll cause more Akumas than he’ll stop.”

Alya leaned forward and tapped on her desk, looking far too used to Nino’s rant. “Watch what you say,” she warned. “Ladybug probably picked him like she picked most of the new heroes, I’m sure she wouldn’t choose someone for no reason.”

Alya’s argument was presented with mild boredom, as if she was repeating an argument. Marinate figured she probably was, seeing how Alya and Nino knew of each other’s identities. and she tried not to feel bad knowing she’d caused two of her friends such grief all while resisting the urge to bang her head on the table. Yeah, in no universe would she pick someone like him.

“No way,” Nino said, “Ladybug hates him!”

Marinette defended him without thinking. Sure he was controlling and arrogant, and they were more like tectonic plates on a collision course than actual partners, but she didn’t hate him. “Maybe it’s because you don’t know a lot about him yet,” she suggested. “Besides, how would you even know if Ladybug hated him?”

Adrien nodded as if she had made a very good point, which she would have if she didn’t know exactly why Nino thought Ladybug would hate Robin. Poor Carpace had been caught in the middle of a particularly turbulent screaming match between herself and her new bird-brained companion, and had suffered from their tempestuous personalities the most. Yeah, she felt a little bad pushing him into the corner like this, but her stomach stirred, unsettled, the more she heard Nino talk bad about Robin.

“He might turn out to be a really good guy,” Marinette continued. “If he was so bad, why would he waste his time helping people?”

Truth be told, Robin was the opposite of a really good guy. He was terrible, and yet Marinette found that it gnawed on her when someone other than herself was spitting insults about him behind his back.

It’s because she knew him, or at least knew him the best out of the Parisian heroes, she thought. (On some level, she was aware that this was probably not the only reason for her discomfort, but she wasn’t particularly keen on exploring that certain part of her brain, so she shoved it aside and left it alone with all her other, more minor issues.)

Marinette was more than a little relieved when Miss Bustier entered the room, timely as ever, calling for class to begin.

Six heroes sat cross-legged around a small, round tea-table, and all Marinette could think was how the whole situation felt like a set-up for a joke.

Across from her was Batman, sipping tentatively from Master Fu’s ceramic cups, struggling to fit more than three fingers into the handle. It was unsettling to be in his presence, more so now in the stifling silence than the first time they’d met when she and Robin had been a second away from hurtling furniture at each other. The whites of his mask blocked out his eyes completely, the same as Robin and Nightwing, though with Batman it looked far more threatening, making him appear like some sort of spectre or creature of the night. (A cryptid, the stranger part of her brain supplied.)  

Marinette took the quiet moment as a chance to finally inspect her new allies’ outfits. She recognised some materials used; the very obvious skin-tight kevlar that Nightwing and Batman preferred, durable and bulletproof. (When was the last time she’d even seen a gun in Paris? They were removed probably a month after the first Akuma, she’d genuinely forgotten they were real concerns outside France.) The inside of Robin and Batman’s cowls were Nomex or something similar, though upon closer inspection she realised that the capes didn’t look quite so loose or light, appearing firm for some unknown reason. Marinate itched with the urge to ask what material and fabrics they used.

She mapped their costumes out in her mind, imagining how she’d sew kevlar together, black and dyed blue to form the abstract shape of a bird, or how she’d construct the shape of Batman’s helmet (did it even have a specific reason for being bat-shaped?) with a styrofoam head of her own design for there was no way a typical store would sell a bat-shaped bust.

“We’ve decided to work with the League on this situation,” Batman announced, pulling her from her thoughts, finally breaking the silence with a small ‘clink’ as he set his cup down. “We’ll be working in units to dismantle The Light player by player. The Miraculous holders of Paris and the heroes assigned to Gotham will be working against Hawkmoth and Queen Bee. Do not attempt to engage with other major players, the League has it handled. Further instructions will be given at the appropriate time.”

He said it as if he expected them all to accept it. Marinate didn’t even know what The League was. If she was sure of anything, it was that she was sorely disappointed, as the announcement had killed any chance of her working with Wonder Woman in the future. Unless the Amazon unexpectedly moved to Gotham? Was that even allowed?

It didn’t escape her notice how Robin absorbed the new orders quietly, accepting it with a simple nod like some sort of soldier, though he was very obviously scowling, as if offended by something Batman had said or done.

Nightwing groaned at the announcement, slouching in his seat. “There’s no chance of you telling us about the other teams is there?”

“The more you know, the more dangerous it is if you get compromised,” Batman grunted. “Focus on your mission.”

Master Fu hummed in agreement, refilling teacups as though this was a quaint Sunday tea and not an official hero briefing. Marinate admired him for it.

“When you say Miraculous holders of Paris…”

“Yes,” Master Fu said, answering her unfinished question, “we will be needing help from at least three other heroes. I’m sorry Ladybug, but this time I took the liberty of choosing them.” He opened his palm to pass over three miraculous’.

From her peripherals, she spotted Robin lean forward slightly, obviously curious, but still too stiff to be clear with his emotions. Chat had no such qualms, invading her private space so he could have clear view of the jewelry. He spluttered out a surprised squawk, turning his head to watch her reaction, then turning it back to the jewellery, oscillating rigidly like a broken fan.

In Master Fu’s palm, three miraculous’ sat, gleaming softly as the metal reflected the yellow lights of the living room. The turtle and the fox were unsurprising, expected even. It was the bee that had shocked both herself and Chat into silence.

“Queen B?” Marinette asked, disbelieving. “Are you sure Master? I thought it was unsafe for her to continue?”

Chloe was stubborn at best, and though she’d taken steps to improve since she’d first become a hero, she really wasn’t somebody Marinette would trust to save the world.

Master Fu hummed, taking his time to respond to her questions as usual. “It took a lot of deliberating,” he admitted, “but we need her tenacity.”

She took the Miraculous’ from his, still unsure, but trusting of his judgment. “If you really think so…”

“Woah, so they all have different powers?” Nightwing’s voice broke through the cotton building in Marinette’s head, and she took a moment to admire his vivacity. It was easy in their line of work to fall into sullenness, but he seemed energetic and friendly beyond belief, she couldn’t help but grin.

Yeah, he would be great for her Kitty.

“Sure thing,” Chat said, “Except for Ladybug, she has two abilities, and Paris would be lost without her wielding them.”

She shoved Chat’s shoulders lightly, though it was obvious that she was pleased with his compliments. “Paris needs the cat too,” she said, speaking frankly. “The best offense a miraculous could provide.”

“Definitely seems like it,” Nightwing agreed readily. “The cat is the best one for sure.”

More delighted at his praise toward her partner than offended at his obvious disregard of her, Marinette beamed at his words, glancing at Chat to discern his reaction. Her partner was staring at the older hero as if he had hung the moon himself and declared it belong to Chat.

“You really think so?”

“Of course I do.”

There was something else there, something that Marinette was missing, but she couldn’t find it in herself to pry when Chat was glowing so bright he outshone the sun.

“You really are the best,” she said instead of asking. She wasn’t totally sure what they were on, but her friend more than deserved the reassurance she often forgot to give him, and now was as good a time as any.

Robin tutted loudly, fuse blown by something that had happened during the exchange, though she didn’t know what, storming off. He was polite enough not to slam the door, knowing he was a guest at Master Fu’s house, but Marinette didn’t miss the way he pressed harder on his steps on purpose so that his stomps were heard loud and clear.

Marinette recognised the heated exit; the wordless anger and the need to attract attention. It reminded her of plum dacquoise.

The silence that followed was tense and confusing.

“Sorry about him,” Nightwing said, though Robin was neither his fault or his responsibility, at least in Marinette’s mind.

Master Fu and Batman had left sometime in their conversation, Jasmine tea cold indicating that they were long gone (there was no way Master Fu would ever let tea turn cold in his presence) and Marinette appreciated the small victory. At least there was no adult to lecture them about whatever it was that just transpired.

Chugging the rest of his tea, Nightwing stood. He worried his lip, obviously concerned about Robin, eyes flickering from the door to Chat. “I have to go get him,” he said.

It was Chat’s turn to patrol that night with his new partner, which was the only reason Marinette let herself say, “I’ll go.”

Unwilling as she was to do it, she wouldn’t quit until she’d calmed him down or sent him home safely. (Not that she knew where he lived, but he’d be fine in a tree of sorts, he was a bird after all.) Something told her he wouldn’t settle for a simple re-naming, or anything simple at all.

End Notes: Someone’s jealous~!

Hope you guys liked this chapter! The next one is gonna be a bit of a monster though it will feature a splash of Tikki, Tim and Alya, and more civilian Mari. I feel like this story is taking so long to fully set up, I want MariDami to be friends already but hhhhh,,, development. 

I sort of wanted to pick Deathstroke or Ra’s instead of Queen Bee so it’d be more personal but she just worked better with the plot that I wanted to write so rip.

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Juane and ruby go missing for a year only to show back up to tell yang she’s an aunt and ren is The Godfather

Missing For A Year… (1)

*At the newly reopened Beacon Academy, a large groups is congregated in front of a new statue inside the school, currently covered in tarps. Of this group consists the remains of team (R)WBY, (J)NPR, SSSN, CVFY, C(R)D(L), FNKI, Ace-Ops, (S)TRQ, Penny and Pietro Polendina, Maria Calavera, Winter, Willow and Whitley Schnee along with their butler Klein, Ghira and Kali Belladonna, the redeemed Illia Amitola, Mercury Black, Emerald Sustrai, and Neo Torchwick, as well as the entirety of the Arc Family and Athena Nikos, and the old Beacon Faculty. They are all seated in the auditorium as the newly appointed Headmistress Goodwitch takes the podium.*

Glynda: Good Afternoon everyone, I know for many today may not be such a good day. Today we are here to commemorate the death of Ruby Rose and Jaune Arc, two of Remnant’s greatest heroes. They sacrificed their lives today precisely one year ago at the final battle against Salem. You here are the many who know what the war was like and what it has cost. ‘Sigh’ I knew both Miss Rose and Mr. Arc, I want to say that they were two of the most exceptional students during their time here, but that would obliviously have been a lie.

Everyone: *Laughs*

Glynda: While they may have not been the most prominent of their peers, they held the most promise. I know for a fact that Ruby Rose was born to be a huntress, but it was her heart that made her a great one and Mr. Arc....I knew when he first came here that he was wildly unprepared for the trials that were to come before him. He did not excel in any subject he was in, and at the time he wasn’t particularly strong, but he more than made up for that with his desire to learn and to support his team. They were.....

*The Audience saw that Glynda took a moment to compose herself. Those who knew Goodwitch always aware that she cherished her students very much. After the Fall of Beacon, she had to count the amount of students had been slain by Grimm, Atlesian Knights and White Fang Insurgents. It was difficult for her to keep her emotions hidden at times but kept a strong front for many years, but she wasn’t perfect. As she recomposes herself she continues.*

Glynda: They were wonderful students and showed us all that even the most simple souls can conquer great forces. As such, we are here to commerate them and those who have fallen throughout this conflict by adding this monument to our newly reestablished Beacon Academy, so that others may know of their heroic deeds and ultimate sacrifice for all mankind.

*With that the tarp is removes and showcases a statue of Jaune and Ruby together in similar poses to the statue at the front of the school. Behind it is a large marble wall to serve as a memorial to those who had fallen at the fall of Beacon and its reclamation.*

Yang: ‘Sniff, sniff’ See sis...I told you you’d be the bee’s knees. Just wish you’d be here to see it.

*The group gathered are so preoccupied with the commemoration to notice that the main doors opened and someone walking through. At the stage, Oscar Pine prepares to say his own words.*

Oscar: I hadn’t known Ruby and Jaune as long as many here, but they have had a profound impact on my life. They encouraged me when I was pretty much thrusted into a conflict I was gradually unprepared for. But they were there for me and I will always be grateful to them. Ruby...Jaune if you can hear us, we miss you and we hope you two are in peace.

*The person walk towards the group, while everyone is too busy to focus on the new guest. At this point Weiss Schnee has taken the platform.*

Weiss: Ruby was my partner and team leader but more importantly than that she was my friend and sister in arms. I can’t say we started out that way, I constantly butted heads with her and wasn’t the best teammate at first. As time continued, I saw her for the qualities that made her a great leader and a powerful huntress. But she is more than that...she’s my best friend. Who I miss every day.

*The person stops to take a seat behind everyone else and waits until the event is almost completely done.*

Yang: That was great Weiss, thank you for saying that.

Weiss: I meant every word, I....I just wish Ruby and Jaune were still with us. ‘Sniff, sniff’

Neptune: You did great, I’m sure she would have appreciated to hear that.

Weiss: ‘Sniff’ Thank you. I just miss them so much.

Yang: Me too, Weiss. Me too. *Wipes a tear with her bionic finger, when someone next to her hands her a tissue. Which she takes and blows her nose.* Thank you.

Ruby: Any time sis!

* * * * * ‘Ding!’

*Everyone in attendance does a double take and looks to her right to see her ‘deceased’ half sister right next to her with a box of tissues. One of which she uses herself.*

Ruby: Everyone has said so many nice things it’s *Blows Nose* So beautiful!

Everyone: RUBY?!?!?!?!

Ruby: Huh? Why is everyone so surprised? I mean I was a bit surprised nobody invited me to the reopening of Beacon and a little ticked no one tried to contact me.

Yang: Ruby? You’re here? You’re...YOU’RE ALIVE! *Grabs her sister in a tight embrace that almost turns Ruby blue*

Ruby: Guh...Yang...can’t Breathe!

Yang: Wait a minute! *Lets her go* You’ve been alive this entire time? Where have you been?! We looked for you for almost a year!

Ruby: Oh, well I was preoccupied with my-.

Voice: Look I’ve already told you I’m a former student here, now if you just let me through!

*The front door opens once again to reveal another guest, this time in the form of the ‘deceased’ Jaune Arc, with baby carriers strapped onto him. He looks over the crowd and stops the person he’s looking for.*

Jaune: Ruby, there you are I was looking all over for you! Man you won’t believe how rude these new guards are. Barely let me in here without a fight.

Ruby: Hehehe. Sorry Jaune! I just got so excited to see everyone again that I guess I forgot to wait for you.

Everyone: JAUNE?!?!?!?!

Jaune: Huh? Oh hey guys, long time no see!

Nora: F-Fearless Leader? You....YOURE ALIVE!!! *Prepares to glomp him. Making his eyes enlarge.*

Jaune: NORA STOP!!! *Outstreched his arms.*

*Nora almost collided with him when she stops mid air, she falls down when she takes note of the little people on his chest. One girl and one boy.*

Nora: Are...are those...?

Jaune: Yeah they’re babies. Well more particularly me and Ruby’s babies.

Everyone: BABIES?!?!?!?!

Ruby: Well of course they’re our babies, I mean Jaune and I have been married for almost a year now.

Everyone: MARRIED?!?!?!?!

Yang: OH FOR GODS SAKE WILL EVERYONE JUST CALM DIWN FOR TWO SECONDS!!!

* * *

Babies: *Start crying*

Yang: Oh shi-! *Rushes to the two infants sides* No, no! I didn’t mean you two! Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. Please don’t be mad at Auntie Yang.....oh gods, I’m a Auntie!

Ruby: Yep. Also Ren and Nora are the godparents.

Ren: G-Godparents! *Blushes*

Nora: ‘GASPs!’ I. Have. God Babies! *She grabs the boy and holds him above her.* Oh my gods you and I are gonna have so many adventures together! Oh my wittle, shmittle, melittle...what’s this baby’s name?

Jaune: That would be Rowan.

Nora: Rowan! My little man, I’ll take you on all my conquests and together we will rule the lands!

Rowan: *Cute baby laughter*

Jaune: Not even a day and she’s already claimed him. Sorry little guy.

Yang: *Moves towards his side* Annnnd this one would be? *Gestures to the baby girl*

Ruby: This is little Summer.

Yang: *With permission from Jaune she grabs the baby gently and hold Summer in front of her* Summer huh?

Summer: .....*Cute baby giggle*

Yang: *Blushes* ....I’ve only known this baby for five seconds but I would protect her with my life.

Ruby: Yep babies will have that effect. But I’m really surprised that you didn’t know about them until now. Haven’t you been getting our letters?

Yang: Letters?

Ruby: Yeah, the letters we’ve been sending you every month for the past year.

*Everyone looks perplexed about what the young mother was talking about.*

Jaune: Wait you guys are serious you haven’t been receiving any of our mail to you all?

Neptune: Dude for a year we thought you guys were dead!

Ruby/Jaune: HUH?!?!?!

*Both finally noticed that everyone was wearing all black and that the decoration around them was fit for what seemed to be a wake. Including the giant memorial statue in the back of the auditorium.*

Ruby: What the-? JAUNE! Did you not send any of those letters through the mail!

Jaune: Of course I did! You had them all stamped right?

Ruby: .......oh gods I forgot about the stamps.

Jaune: What?! How could you forget about the stamps! That’s the only way to make sure the mail gets to where they’re supposed to go!

Ruby: It’s hard ok! They get so sticky and at the time it was hard to do so without ripping them. I thought they’d make a exception.

Jaune: Ruby, the postal services always check for stamps, otherwise they don’t send the mail!

Ruby: Oh~ I’m sorry.

Jaune: ‘Sigh’ Look it’s fine Ruby, I didn’t check and assumed the stamps were there in the first place so we’re both to blame.

Ruby: ‘Sniff’ Thank you dear! *Hugs Jaune* I love you!~

Jaune: I love you too Rubes!~

Weiss: .....Ruby....Jaune.....

*The lovey dovey couple suddenly stop their affection when they feel an icy chill up their spines. Slowly they turn around to see their longtime friend Weiss Schnee behind them with a shadow overcasting her eyes and Myrtenaster in hand.*

Ruby: N-Now Weiss! Let’s talk about this!

Jaune: Y-Yeah it was a honest mistake!

Weiss: I know...that’s why you get a five second head start. Right now.

*Without a word, both husband and wife race outside the doors and run for their lives.*

Jaune: The kids will be ok right?!! We can trust the others to handle them right!!!

Ruby: Yeah they’ll have a blast!!! Just don’t look back!!!

**Explosion!**

Weiss: YOU DUNCES!!! COME BACK HERE AND TAKE HOUR PUNISHMENT!!! YOU’RE GONNA PAY FOR ALL THE TEARS I’VE SHED!!!

-Fin-

Author Notes:

Yes i made a JoJo reference.

I decided to add my two OC Lancaster babies. This is not canon to that particular AU but I loved the idea and consider it a AU to the AU.

I may continue this for a little if you guys want. Probably nothing too serious but fluff.

[stripper-patrick]

Kiwi 🥝 Harry Styles Part 2

Part 1

Song: Kiss it Better- Rihanna

First smut since my breakup??? Hell yea I’m feeling better 😜

Warnings: smut, Harry styles being daddy dominant, oral (f), CEO!Harry Styles, slight angst

Relationship: Harry Styles x black plus sized reader

“Hello love” Harry says. I look up giving him a glare and he smirks sitting on the my desk.

“What’s up boss” I emphasize

“Nothing much what about you”

“Nothing. I need to get my nails done sometime soon”

“Why not today?”

“Cause I have bills sweetie” he shakes his head chuckling. Harry pulls out a fat stack and hands me a couple hundred.

“Harry what the hell is this?”

“For your nails and whatever else you need matter of fact” he hands me the entire thing but I push it away

“I don’t need it I’m fine”

“Here love I can make this back in a day”

“But if you keep it that won’t be necessary”

“Y/N”

Truth be told I was a little behind but I always keep my private life private.

“Fine but I’m not taking the whole thing”

“You’re taking the whole thing” I stuff the money in my purse and roll my eyes. I notice a few people staring at us and it brings me back to that night. Who saw us? I can name only a few of the 2 hour stands he’s had in the office but I don’t know if there are more.

“You ok?” He asks

“Can we talk privately in your office please?” He nods and stands up. I push myself out and follow him where he shuts and locks the door.

“You look stunning today” I look down at the little dress and cardigan I have. Fall is coming and you can definitely feel it in the air. I smile lightly. “Is everything ok love?”

“Have you figured out who it was in the office that night we had sex”

“No why are you worried about it?”

“Harry I could lose my job over this let alone my reputation”

“Sweetheart I’m the boss right?” I stay quiet standing awkwardly “answer me”

“Y-Yea”

“Ok then so I call the shots and you won’t be fired and I assure you anyone who has anything to say about what we did will be fired” I nod. “Come here”

I walk over to him and he pulls me closer kissing my lips. The kiss is so enrapturing I forgot we were in the office.

“Mmm” I sigh. I pull away “you’re not gonna get me that easily”

“Even with your thick thighs around my head?” I groan laying my head on his shoulder. He smiles moving his hand down to my ass. I push it back up smirking.

“Business Harold” I stand up straight and walk out going back to my desk. Danny comes over with a smile.

“What was that about?”

“Absolutely nothing”

“Mhmm sure oh did you hear about some girl riding Harry on Friday?” My eyes go wide and my mouth dries out “I’m sure she can’t be any different from his other collection of whores”

I feel tears blur my eyes but I blink them away.

“Really everyone knows?”

“Hell yea Catherine ran around talking about it” I look to him and feel anger surge through my veins. Catherine was one of Harry’s whores.

“She said she looked a lot like you” I stare at Danny and he gasps

“No way”

“Shut up and don’t say a word to anyone” I emphasize

“Oh shit does Harry know it’s her?”

“No and I’m not gonna tell him or she’ll be out of a job just let it cool down”

A week goes by and things have been constant. Fewer people are talking about it which is good.

I walk into work and see people snickering and talking about me. Harry isn’t here yet he’s in the car fixing himself after we did the nasty real quick.

“What?” I ask

“It was you” Catherine comes out. This bitch “I’ve finally figured it out”

I see I’m wearing the same shirt from that night which is how she figured it out. This girl is good I’ll give her that.

“What?”

“You’re the whore that fucked Harry Friday night”

Everyone comes up to me overwhelming me. I feel dizzy. I hear a high pitch whistle and everyone turns seeing Harry.

“What the hell is going on?”

“Harry this whore made you fuck her?” I see red and drop my bag going to lunge at her. Hands wrap around my waist and it’s Danny pulling me back.

“Nah she not about to disrespect me like this”

“Calm down mami” he says. I stop fighting and stand taking off my heels.

“Catherine did you start this rumor?” He strolls closer hands clad in his pockets.

“It’s not a rumor I seen-“

“Did you start this?”

“Yes sir. But she fucked her way to the-” he cuts her a death glare gritting his teeth.

“You’re fired” I’ve never seen Harry this mad. “does anyone else have anything else to say? The next time you decide to speak negatively on Y/N or myself I’ll have you removed instantly. As for you get your stuff and leave the premises immediately”

“But Mr. St-“

“Now” he hisses. She jumps and grabs her things. Everyone’s jaw is dropped including mine. “Y/N office please”

Danny lets me go and I put my heels back on. I jog slightly catching up to him. He closes the door behind me locking it and wraps his hand around my throat. I can see the lust dripping from his eyes.

“Fuck me” I beg. He smirks smashing his lips against mine. He pushes me against the wall and lifts my skirt. Harry took my underwear so I’m bare underneath. He drops his pants and rolls on a condom. Harry pushes my legs back and behind to thrust into me with such force the picture is knocked off the wall.

I moan quietly scared everyone will hear.

“I wanna hear you, I want them to hear you”

“Harry”

“Do it or you won’t cum” Harry drills my g-spot making me lose myself.

“Fuck” I moan out.

“That’s it” my lower back and bouncing against the wall. My nails fit into his back pulling my closet in which he goes deeper. I gasp arching my back which gives him access to my neck. He licks a broad line up my neck and sucks on it. Harry drops one of my legs and puts his hand around my throat against his time shoving two fingers in my mouth. I suck on them.

“Fuck darling you’re so needy. Fucking again right after we just did”

“Yes” I moan hitting my head against the wall. I barely even feel it because of the pain and pleasure Harry is inflicting on me.

I begin to pull on his hair, something I always did when I was about to cum. This orgasm is so much more intense than before in the car and Friday that I don’t even know what to do with myself.

“I can feel you clenching yourself baby” he grunts and digs his short nails into my thigh spurting into the condom “fuck love”

“Harry” I warn. He pulls out and gets on his knees throwing a leg over his shoulder. He sucks on my clit prominently which is enough to make me shake. I’m about to lose my balance when I grab onto the door knob for leverage.

“Cum in my mouth baby” he moans. I push his hair back and scream trying to close my legs. He finally unlatches and and I gasp trying to catch my breath. Harry comes up showcasing those deep dimples. I pull my skirt down and place my hands on my hips watching him get himself together.

“so how about dinner tonight?”

“uh I didn’t think you were serious about really firing someone” I say disregarding his question

“For you baby? I’d fire everyone” he winks “now let’s get back to work I’m quite sure nobody will have anything to say after Catherine’s situation”

“Yes sir” I turn around and look in the mirror fixing my hair. Harry smacks my ass hard and I rub the burning spot glaring at him.

“Don’t glare at me or I’ll bend you over” he says sitting behind his desk.

“Pick me up at 7”

“Yes ma’am”

[gilbert-blythe-ruined-my-life]

Anna watches S03xE10 for the first time (warning: spoilers!)

I’M GOING TO CRY.

Here we go guys!!

Last ep of season 3!

I am NOT ready.

Not in the least.

I’m so freaked out.

I don’t want it to end.

I’m so worried.

Let’s go!

MY HEART IS BEATING SO FAST.

YOU HAVE NO IDEA.

I CAN FEEL MY HEART.

THIS CAN’T BE GOOD FOR ME.

I’M SHAKING.

WHAT THE HECK.

GUYS.

THAT THUMBNAIL.

WE’RE GETTING OUR SHIRBERT KISS.

 WE HAVE TO.

WE’RE GETTING OUR KISS.

WHOOP WHOOP.

NOW FOR THE SYNOPSIS.

SHOOT. MATTHEW’S GOING TO DIE ISN’T HE?

MATTHEW’S GOING TO DIE.

MY HEART IS BEATING SO FAST.

MY HEART.

MY HEART.

WHY ISN’T THIS EP LOADING.

I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE.

MY POOR HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS.

I’M SHAKING AS I TYPE.

POOR WINNIE.

GILBERT YOU JERK.

AT LEAST YOU DIDN’T PROPOSE.

IT HURTS MY HEART TO SEE HER CRY LIKE THIS.

‘I’m being thrown over for an unrequited love!’ WINNIE YOU DESERVE MORE THAN THAT.

‘Winnie, you deserve so much more than being settled for’. YES GILBERT. THAT’S MY BOY! MY SON! I TAKE BACK ANYTHING BAD I EVER SAID! YOU’VE MADE ME PROUD! MY SON! MY SON! MY SON! MY SON! MY SON!

LOOK AT MY SON!

PRIDE IS NOT THE WORD I’M LOOKING FOR!

THERE IS SO MUCH MORE INSIDE ME NOW!

MyYyYyYyYyYyYyY SON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My heart hurts so much for Winnie rn. It’s breaking for her.

Does Anne’s hair look shorter to anyone else?

IF ANNE DOESN’T ACE HER EXAMS I’M GOING TO FLIP.

YES THEY TIED FOR FIRST!!!!

‘Is there anything else you’d like to say? Like to say to me?’

‘Congratulations’.

POOR ANNE. MY BABY. SHE’S GONNA THINK HE’S SO HEARTLESS.

‘Potato lightbulbs forever!’ LMAO.

YES YOU’RE NOT GOING TO THE SORBONNE. I TAKE BACK ALL I’VE SAID ABOUT MY SON. 

‘Worthy? Lovely? Kind? Aparently not’. NO I HATE THIS OH THE ANGST IS UNBEARABLE.

‘Now I have my answer and I am free’. NO ANNE YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR ANSWER.

‘And guess what? We’re going to be roomates!’ YES. DIANA BEST BE GOING TO QUEEN’S IN THIS VERSION. 

‘Diana this is a dream come true, if I could write the perfect ending to this chapter of our lives it would be this!’ SAME ANNE, SAME.

MY DIANNE HEART.

‘Seven days until we spread our wings and soar!’

OH IT’S ALL ABOUT TO GO DOWN.

ARE WE READY FOR THIS?

‘It’s your future not theres!’

‘IT’S NOT YOUR FUTURE IT’S OURS!’

I’M NGL, I LAUGHED SO HARD. I KNOW IT’S NOT FUNNY BUT I’M LAUGHING SO HARD RN.

‘Deceitful child! How could you! How could you be so selfish!’

 GETTING MAJOR MR G VIBES FROM MRS BARRY. SHE CAN’T FATHOM THE SELFHISHNESS OF IT!

‘You have one job!’

DID HE JUST SWEAR AT MY BABY. AND I WAS STARTING TO LIKE MR BARRY. 

NOBODY SHOUTS AT MY BABY. DIANA IS MY DAUGHTER, NOT YOURS. HOW DARE YOU.

MY BABY ANNE IS GONNA GET A CORSET.

‘They’re so uncomfortable!’

‘How have you come by this opinion since you’ve never worn one!’

YIKES, MARILLA DOESN’T KNOW, TIME TO PEDDLE BACK ANNE.

BAHAHAHAHAHA LOOK AT MATTHEW AND JERRY DURING CORSET TALK.

THEY WANT JERRY TO BOARD AT GREEN GABLES.

‘I’m not dead I’m just going to college!’ AGAIN I’M LAUGHING SO HARD.

‘So you’re getting a boy after all’. NO ANNE PLEASE BABY DON’T.

HAZEL IS PROUD OF BASH. IMA CRY.

BASH IS GONNA CRY TOO. OH, THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL.

GUYS.

GUYS.

IT’S THE PEN.

IT’S OUR HERO!

THE PEN HAS COME TO SAVE OUR SHIP!

OUR HERO HAS ARRIVED.

WE’RE HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO TILL THE MORNING LIGHT!

OUR HERO IS HERE, REJOICE!

I’M SORRY.

THIS LOVE LETTER.

HE’S WRITING HER A LOVE LETTER.

SHE’S THE LONE OBJECT OF HIS AFFECTION AND DESIRE.

WHAT IS THIS.

WHAT IS THIS.

ALRIGHT, WHICH ONE OF US WROTE THIS?

THIS IS FANFICTION.

SHE’S THE KEEPER OF THE KEY TO HIS HEART.

SHE’S THE KEEPER OF THE KEY TO HIS HEART.

SHE’S THE KEEPER OF THE KEY TO HIS HEART.

SHE’S THE KEEPER OF THE KEY TO HIS HEART.

ANNE SHIRLEY CUTHBERT IS THE KEEPER OF THE KEY TO GILBERT BLYTHE’S HEART.

EXCUSE ME GUYS I HAVE TO TAKE A BREAK.

I HAVE TO SCREAM.

I NEED TO TAKE A WALK.

BRB.

*elevator music plays*

I’M BACK FROM MY BREAK. I WAS AT LEAST HALF AN HOUR.

I’M STILL NOT CALM.

THE BREAK DID NOTHING.

HE DOESN’T WANT TO ALARM HER.

HE DOESN’T EXPECT HER FAVOUR.

BUT HE CAN’T IN GOOD CONSCIENCE NOT REVEAL HIMSELF.

HE’S NOT ENGAGED, NOR WILL HE BE.

UNLESS IT’S TO ANNE.

HOLD UP.

HOLD THE PHONE.

DID HE JUST CALL HER HIS ANNE?

HIS ANNE WITH AN E?

I CAN’T TAKE THIS

SHOOT. TIME FOR ANOTHER HALF HOUR BREAK.

*elevator music plays*

THE WRITERS READ SHIRBERT FANFICTION, I SWEAR.

HE’S IN HER ROOM. WHAT.

THE PEN CAME THROUGH SO GOOD.

ANNE NAMED THE COWS PRIDE AND PEJUDICE. I AM SCREAMING.

SHE’S FOUND THE LETTER.

WHAT THE HECK.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

NO.

THIS IS MORE PAINFUL THAN ANNE’S NOTE.

NO, PLEASE, NO.

WHY?

WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY????

WHY?

ANNE YOU’RE SO STUPID.

MY STUPID DAUGHTER.

UGH.

REALLY ANNE?

NOW YOU’VE REARRANGED THE LETTER?

I HATE THIS.

I HATE THIS.

‘I don’t matter. I can’t fly’.

WELL BREAK MY HEART WHILE YOU’RE AT IT.

WHY THIS WHY????

‘My poor diana. They’ve clipped your wings’.

HAHAHAHA IT’S OKAY I DIDN’T NEED MY HEART ANYWAY.

I HATE ALL OF THIS.

‘Gilbert is marrying the girl of his dreams and it’s not me’. 

OH THE WRITERS ARE REALLY HAVING FUN AREN’T THEY?

THEY THINK THIS IS FUNNY?

THAT THIS IS A JOKE?

THIS IS MY LIFE!!!!!

‘My grown up girl!’

‘I don’t wanna go! I wanna stay here and do my chores and be a family round the fire and I want things to go back to the way they used to be!’

This reminds me of that spongebob episode where spongebob goes to his grandma’s with Patrick and gets jealous of Patrick and decides he doesn’t want to be a grownup after all. Only in this scenario Anne is spongebob, Matthew is the grandma and Jerry is Patrick.

ELIJAH.

YES ELIJAH, GET YOUR REDEMPTION ARC!

NO, PLEASE.

I UNDERSTAND BASH’S ANGER.

BUT PLEASE.

LET HIM FORGIVE HIM SOON.

PLEASE.

IT’S WHAT MARY WOULD HAVE WANTED.

‘Please forgive me, mama. Forgive me’.

OKAY THIS IS BEYOND PAINFUL.

THIS IS A NEW LEVEL OF PAIN.

‘You can’t know happiness unless you’ve known sorrow’. PREACH MISS STACEY PREACH. ONE CAN’T EXIST WITHOUT THE OTHER.

MRS THOMAS HAS THINGS FROM THE SHIRLEY HOUSE. OH BOY. HERE WE GO.

‘I hope you’re pondering your insensitivity to our child!’

NO MATTHEW DON’T CRY.

‘I don’t want her to worry about us! I want her to step into the shoes of her own life!’

THE FEELINGS.

ELIJAH IS HELPING ON THE FARM. PLEASE LET HIM HAVE HIS REDEMPTION ARC. PLEASE, PLEASE.

LOOK AT MY GROWN UP BABY.

OH, HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE LOOKS!

SHE’S TAKING KA’KWET’S HAIRTIES.

TIME TO CRY.

BRB.

OH THE PAIN.

LOOK AT MY BABIES.

LOOK AT HOW GROWN UP THEY ALL ARE!

THE MAID LILY IS DEAF!!! SHE’S SIGNING!!

ANNE IS MISSING DIANA.

I CAN’T BELIEVE ANNE NEVER GOT TO READ GILBERT’S LOVENOTE.

I’M SUING FOR EMOTIONAL DISTRESS.

A LETTER FROM SCOTLAND.

I BET SHE HAS FAMILY.

ELIJAH AND DELLY. MY HEART. MY HEART!!!!

LOOK AT COLE. MY SON! HE LOOKS SO GOOD! HE LOOKS SO HAPPY!

ANNE IS SO BEAUTIFUL! LOOK AT MY BABY! LOOK AT MY PRINCESS!!!!

NO EXTENDED FAMILY? UGH

NO COMMUNICATION AFTER IMMIGRATION? UGH.

ANNE AND COLE. HE KNOWS HER SO WELL. DON’T CRY MY BABY.

ANNE AND MATTHEW! IT’S WHAT WE DESERVE!

ANNE IS SO BEAUTIFUL!

YES MARILLA AND MATTHEW GO TO MRS THOMAS.

YES SHIRLEYS! REMEMBER THE SHIRLEYS!

‘For my Bertha, so you can share your love of the natural world with your pupils. Love always, Walter’.

PLEASE STOP. OH MY BERTHA AND WALTER FEELS. OH, THIS IS TOO MUCH. THIS IS FAR TOO MUCH!!

IS ANNE GONNA SEE WINNIE? YES!

YES WINNIE, TELL HER!

DIANA TELL HIM. DIANA, YES, MY DAUGHTER! TELL HIM!

THIS SPEECH. DIANA IS THE WHOLE FANDOM. WE LOVE YOU DIANA!

ALL HAIL QUEEN DIANA!

‘Letter? Diana, what letter?’

OH BOY.

IT’S ALL ABOUT TO GO DOWN!

HE’S RUNNING TO HER.

HE’S FOUND HER.

OH BOY.

THE LOOKS.

IT’S WHAT WE’VE WANTED.

THEY KNOW HOW THEY FEEL.

I CAN’T BELIEVE IT.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

OH MY.

WE GOT IT.

SHIRBERT FAM.

 WE GOT IT.

WE POPPIN THE BIGGEST BOTTLES.

CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON!

IT’S A CELEBRATION!

SHE’S PINCHING HERSELF. SAME, GIRL, SAME!

ANNE KISSED GILBERT.

TWO KISSES.

WE GET TWO KISSES!!!

TWO KISSES!

AND A HAND KISS!

OH WE ARE EATING SO GOOD!

CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON!

A LITTLE PARTY NEVER KILLED NOBODY!

SO WE GON DANCE UNTIL WE DROP!

DIANA’S HERE! SHE’S GOING TO QUEENS!

THREE KISSES.

THREE KISSES!

THREE KISSES??????

 AM I DREAMIING

I’M DREAMING! I’M SHAKING!

OH THE BEAUTY!

THE BEAUTY!

THE BEAUTY!

A LITTLE PARTY NEVER KILLED NOBODY!

SO WE GON DANCE UNTIL WE DROP!

SO THEY’VE GIVEN BERTHA THE RED HAIR! I’M NOT EVEN MAD! IT FITS SO WELL!

I LOVE RED HEADED BERTHA!

GUYS TIME TO SCREAM.

NOT ONLY DID WE GET A KISS.

WE GOT THREE KISSES.

AND A HAND KISS.

TIME TO DIE.

OH HOW BEAUTIFUL.

I’M SO HAPPY RN.

TIME TO PARTY GUYS! LET’S PARTY ALL NIGHT!

WE GON DANCE UNTIL WE DROP! 

TIME TO CELEBRATE!

THREE KISSES! THREE!!!!!!!!

AND A HAND KISS!

A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance until we drop A little party never killed nobody, right here, right now's all we got A little party never killed nobody, so we gon' dance until we drop A little party never killed nobody, right here, right now's all we got

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Such Horrible Things (2)

Chapter Two: When They Were Six...

Summary: Roman and Remus Hartfield are identical twins, with Roman being only two minutes and fifty-two seconds older than Remus. The two are polar opposites, Roman the loud and boisterous twin who loved Disney and various musicals, and Remus the twin who preferred to keep to himself until he grew close to you and showed his true chaotic nature. But is Remus really the chaotic one? Or is it the brother that people least expect…

Warnings: Unsympathetic Roman, Blood, Violence, Emotional Manipulation, Gaslighting, Mildly Unsympathetic Logan and Patton, Implied/Reference to Character Death (In later chapters)

AU Type: Human

Ships: Logicality, (Toxic) Roceit (In later chapters), and Dukexiety (In later chapters)

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Remus glances back, nervously fidgeting with Mr.Wiggles as he stands in front of his neighbor's red door. Roman grins, his two front teeth missing as he holds his thumbs up. Remus sighs and gently knocks on the door. He steps back when Mrs. Sanders opens the door, the older woman offers him a small smile. Remus returns the smile and tries his best to keep eye-contact, fidgeting with Mr. Wiggles' soft tentacles.

    "Um... U-Um, I was wondering if Thomas could come out and play?" Remus stutters forcing himself to look away, he was getting better at holding another person's gaze.

     "Of course! Wait here while I go get him, okay?"

     Remus nods as he rocks on his heels, he watches as Mrs. Sanders retreats back into the house. He wasn't sure why Roman sent him over here, for all he knew his brother hates Thomas. He's hated Thomas since they started school, he didn't like how Thomas was picked over him in the class plays or the Christmas program. Roman had tried out for the lead singing part but came up short to Thomas. Remus glances back again, Roman wasn't in the front yard anymore, having disappeared to god knows where.

     "Hi, Remus! Mama said you wanted to play?" 

     Remus blinks and looks at Thomas, the boy had a bright smile, his brown hair hanging in front of his eyes. Roman always says that Thomas' smile was stupid and that he was too happy, but Remus thought otherwise, though he knew better than to say that because Roman would get mad at him and then his brother would cut another tentacle off of Mr. Wiggles. So, he returns Thomas' smile and quickly nods his head, holding his hand out to him for Thomas to take.

    "Y-Yeah! I was thinking we could play hide and seek at my house! My papa said it was okay and he's going to be making cookies too!" Remus replies.

    Thomas lets out an excited 'whoo!' As he takes Remus' hand, dashing out of his house, pulling the younger boy across the street. Remus stumbles a little but catches his balance so he doesn't accidentally make Thomas fall.

    "Where are we going to play hide and seek? Also, I want to hide first! If that's okay with you because it is your house!"

     'You have to let him hide firsth Ree, I've got a surprithed for him!'  

     "Oh um... You can hide first! A-And there's the woods behind my house, they're not dan-ger-ous me and Ro play in them all the time!"

     Remus had a bad feeling, a part of him wanted to tell Thomas to go back home or to take him inside where they could play video games instead, but the part that was scared of Roman told him otherwise. He didn't want to upset his older brother, 'Maybe Ro-Ro does have a surprise for him, maybe he's going to stop hating Thomas!'  Remus relaxes and smiles, that was it, Roman was going to finally stop hating Thomas and then they all can be the best of friends!

     Remus let's out a startled squeak as he crashes to the ground when Thomas suddenly releases his hand, huh... When had they gotten into Remus' backyard? Thomas quickly apologizes and helps Remus back up, carefully dusting the other boy's clothes off from any dirt.

     "I-It's okay, Thomas, it was an accident. Go hide, I'll start counting!"

      Remus turns around and buries face against Mr. Wiggles, loudly counting as he does. He hears Thomas shriek with laughter and the sound of his footsteps growing faint as he runs into the woods. 'Ro-Ro's going to have a great surprise for him! Maybe he's going to give Thomas one of our paper crowns, oh! Or maybe he has some of papa's cookies and some apple juice for all of us!'  Remus thinks as he shimmies his shoulders in excitement.

      "Twenty! Ready or not here I come!" Remus calls as he turns around.

       He runs into the woods and dashes around a bit, Mr. Wiggles clutched tightly to his chest, a wide smile plastered on his freckled face. When he gets into the small clearing that was at the center of the woods, Remus stops and gasps in terror. Roman was pulling an unconscious and bloodied Thomas over to the small creek that separated the other half of the woods. Roman looks up and frowns.

       "Don't justh thand there! Help me, Ree!" Roman snaps.

        Remus quickly shakes his head, he rushes over and pushes his brother away, "G-Get away from him! W-What did you do!?"

        Roman narrows his green eyes at his younger brother, his hands poised on his hips as he huffs out a frustrated breath, "I gave him histh surprithe! Now move so I can him the other one!"

        "N-No! You're hurting him! I-I'm telling papa and dad on you!"

         "Not if I tell them, firsth!"

        Remus watches helplessly as his brother runs out of the woods, he glances down at Thomas and winces when he sees the large gash on his forehead. What had his dad said when it comes to a bleeding cut? Add pressure. Remus sniffles as he uses the silk green handkerchief that his grandpa gave him to press down on Thomas' wound, tears slip down Remus' cheeks.

        "S-So sorry T-Thomas... D-Didn't know he'd hurt you..." Remus whimpers.

         He looks up when he hears three sets of running footsteps, his papa, Thomas' mother, and Roman run into the clearing. Thomas' mother lets out a strangled sob when she sees her son unconscious. She rushes over and lifts him into her arms, Remus' bloodied handkerchief discarded onto the ground.

        "I told you! Remuth hurt him!"

        "I-I didn't!!" Remus cries.

        His denial fell on deaf ears, Thomas' mother turns and angrily glares at their papa. "K-Keep your demon child away from my son!" She screams as she stomps out of the woods, Thomas clutched tightly to her chest.

        Remus flinches and hugs Mr. Wiggles tightly to his chest, he wasn't a demon child, he didn't even hurt Thomas! But it was clear that nobody was going to believe him, his papa already sporting that disappointed look that seemed like it was only reserved for him and him alone.

        "Remus Franklin Hartfield, you are grounded for two weeks. No video games or television, and when you come home from school you'll be going straight to your room, understand?"

         "B-But papa, I di-."

          "Understand?"

         "Yes, sir..."

    Thomas was moved to a different school the following week and the kids in his class began to pick on him. Even Roman joined in on the teasing, which Remus knew that his twin was the one who told everyone that he was the one to hurt Thomas. That he was the one that caused everyone's best friend to leave and go to a different school. That night as he laid in his bed, Remus allows tears of frustration to slip down his face. He sits up when he door opens up, the familiar silhouette of his brother standing in the threshold.

    "W-Why did you hurt Thomas?..."

     "Becauthe I could."

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A/N: Roman you little shit stop hurting people!

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2020 Camelot Remix REVEALS & MASTERLIST

♥ Thank you everyone for joining us again this year, we hope to see you all again next year! ♥ We've had some fantastic remixes this year and want to thank all of our remixers for your hard work - you've been AMAZING. ♥ Thank you to everyone who read, commented, kudosed or showed love in any way for the works created. And if you haven't left some comments, kudos, or love. Here's your chance! Your ever-loving mods, Kitty & Fifty ♥ 

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But having to hide a baby dragon as well? Intolerable. Fic: keeperofstories wrote The Delights of Eavesdropping (A Tasting His Lips Remix) for dhampir1508 (Merlin/Arthur – PG-13 – 3.7k) Summary: Merlin gets a compliment. Several, in fact. Arthur gets a little hot...and then very bothered. ART: eisbaerfussel created Coffee made by a King - A "Until the End of Days" Remix for clea2011 (Merlin/Arthur – G – Art) Summary: Soft light, a bright kitchen, and coffee made by your King... this is how love goes, isn't it? FIC: ajsrandom wrote On My Way (The Homecoming Remix) for elveatas (Merlin/Morgana – E – 1.1k) Summary: Merlin contemplates his impending homecoming, especially what he wants to do to his wife, whom he hasn't seen in three years. FIC: excaliburstark wrote Go Gently (When I Die Remix) for geekslave / Geeklover (Merlin/Arthur – G – 1.3k) Summary: When Arthur Pendragon witnesses a car crash it forces him to to open up about his deeply buried feelings for his best friend. 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FIC: fractionallyfox wrote Strength of the Land (The New Growth Remix) for linorien (Gen – G – 2.8k) Summary: Gwaine takes his promise as Steward of the land very seriously, as seriously as he guards his friendship with Merlin and his oath to Camelot. He fights for Merlin and the land until the very end. And at the end, the land is there for him. FIC: pelydryn77 wrote Kilgharrah, If You Please for polomonkey (Merlin/Arthur – M – 12.4k) Summary: In which I, Kilgharrah the Great, give a fair account, noble and true, of the events that occurred in the story "Get Sick Soon", recorded by Polomonkey but experienced first-hand by me. Don't let any reports of the unreliability of eyewitness testimony sway you. This is what really happened. I was there. And I never misrepresent anything. Just ask Merlin. He'll back me up on this one. Or I'll scratch up his favourite woodcut. The one with the runes designed to ensure potency in bed. FIC: moonflower999 wrote A Bit Of A Shock (The Trust. Remix) for digthewriter (Arthur/Merlin – PG – 1.2k) Summary: Merlin has gone. Arthur finds him after searching for him high and low. Will Merlin forgive him ART: digthewriter created Tarot Cards for altocello (Arthur/Merlin – G – ART) Summary: The Magician and the King of Swords. Merlin: Manifestation, resourcefulness, power, inspired action. Arthur: Mental clarity, intellectual power, authority, truth.Wednesday FIC: polomonkey wrote Through His Eyes (The Look At Me Remix) for lairofthedragon / TheDragon (Arthur/Merlin, Merlin/Knights – R – 2.5k) Summary: He loves to watch and Merlin loves to be watched. He loves to dominate and Merlin loves to be dominated. They’re a perfect match for each other in so many ways. Arthur and the knights have their way with Merlin. 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[crossbows-and-moonshine]

Mobile masterlist (updated)

Updated list for you lovelies.

Daryl imagines;

Little black dress.

Summary: It’s the welcome party for you at Alexandria and a little black dress makes your dreams come true. Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of sexiness, and of course that hot crossbow-wielding redneck that we all love.

Truth or dare.

Summary: After a hard day, you and your best friend Daryl get drunk leading to some fun. Warnings: Swearing, smut, alcohol.

Scar.

Summary: Feeling ugly after being disfigured, Daryl helps you see your beauty. Warning: Swearing, a little angst, and lots of fluff.

Panic attacks and pregnancy.

Summary: You get the shock of your life. Warning: Panic attack, fluff and pregnancy.

Making up.

Summary: You and your fiancé Daryl have a huge fight, but then make up in the best way. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

A twin thing.

Summary: An unexpected person comforts you after a loss. Warnings: Death, swearing, fluff.

Shower time.

Summary: You’re new to Alexandria and you get a special welcome from someone. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Damaged.

Summary: You meet Daryl in the line up with Negan and get more than you bargained for. Warnings: Swearing, angst, mention of child’s death, a bit of violence and smut.

Damaged part 2.

Summary: Part 2. Daryl starts to be extra protective of you, causing some tension. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

BangBang.

Summary: After leaving with Merle, Daryl comes back and blames himself for you getting shot, which leads to him confessing his feeling. Warning: Swearing, fluff, Daryl tears.

Hope.

Summary: Daryl wants kids and you’re scared to tell him you can’t have them. Warning: Swearing, mentions of infertility, and fluff. Lots of fluff!

Trip to Alexandria.

Summary: You’re Jesus’s sister and go with him to Alexandria for the first time. Warning: Swearing.

The necklace.

Summary: You were looking for Merle unaware he was dead. You ended up finding Daryl and he helps you with your grief. Warnings: Swearing, fluff.

Birthday present.

Summary: Daryl gets jealous of you spending time with Rick and fucks things up. Warning: Swearing, angst.

Protector.

Summary: You’re in the line up, Negan takes a liking to you and Daryl tries to protect you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, violence.

Confusion.

Summary: Daryl likes you but finds you kissing a woman and gets jealous, leading to feelings being revealed. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Date with Mr Dixon.

Summary: Daryl asks you to have dinner with him. Warnings: Swearing, fluff.

Date with Mr Dixon. Part 2.

Your little pet.

Summary: Negan lets you pick someone to help satisfy you sexually. Warnings: Smut, swearing.

Reunited part 1.

Summary: You’re Ricks eldest daughter and haven’t seen him since before the turn, you’re finally reunited with him in Alexandria when you’re picked up by Aaron. You start to develop feelings for Daryl as you get to know each other. Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, drama, smut eventually.

Reunited part 2.

Dirty Dixons.

Summary: You have a threesome with Daryl and Merle. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Lost.

Summary : You get separated from Glenn during a run and he loses you. When Daryl finds out, he isn’t happy. He goes to find you and he admits his feelings. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut, fluff.

Anger management.

Summary: You and Daryl have an argument and up scares you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Princess.

Summary: You and Daryl hate each other but get forced to go on a run together. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

Princess part 2.

Summary: You and Daryl have fun in the watch tower after the run earlier that day. Warnings: Swearing, smut, daddy kink.

Angel baby.

Summary: You’re pregnant with Daryls baby but suffer a miscarriage. Warnings: Swearing, angst, miscarriage.

Sophia part 1.

Summary: You find Sophia when she’s missing and help her back to the group. Warnings: Swearing, angst.

Sophia. Part 2.

Kings and Queens.

Summary: You get injured on a run but Daryl saved you and admits his feelings. Warnings: Swearing, violence, fluff.

Fatherhood.

Summary: You and Daryl were together pre apocalypse, but he left you when you thought you might be pregnant. Now in Alexandria you and your daughter come face to face with the man who abandoned you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Forgiveness.

Summary: Daryl left you for Merle, he comes back when he realises he made a mistake and tries to fix it. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Bipolar beauty.

Summary: You’re Jesus’s sister and suffer with bipolar. You move to Alexandria so Denise can help you but you find what you need from someone unexpected. Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut, mentions of bipolar, self harm and mental health.

Heatwave.

Summary: You catch Daryl masturbating and decide to help. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Daryl x Lucy.

Request: Can you do one where a girl name Lucy and Daryl are married and they’re in Alexandria but they have an argument. So Deanna is having her welcome party but then Lucy is worried about Daryl so she goes to go look for him and when they meet in the street, they admit that they were sorry to each other and they have make up, passionate, rough sex? Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

Mine.

Summary: Daryl gets jealous and makes his feelings known . Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Asshole.

Summary: A guy at the prison is bothering you and Daryl finds out and gets mad. Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff.

Shy.

Summary: You and Daryl like each other but you’re too shy and end up avoiding him. He gets the wrong idea and confronts you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Hero.

Summary: Daryl and Rick save you from your own group. Warning: Swearing, fluff, angst.

Let’s talk about sex.

Summary: You and Daryl are in a relationship and are both virgin’s. Pre apocalypse. Warnings: Swearing, smut, fluff.

Jane doe. Part 1

Summary: You lose your memory and Daryl finds you in the woods. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut, fluff.

Home.

Summary: You and Daryl are friends and you get separated at the fall of the prison. You meet back in Alexandria and confess your feelings.

Don’t give up.

Summary: Daryl stops you from killing yourself and admits his feelings. Warnings: Mentions suicide, sadness, fluff and smut.

Request: Anon.

Can I get an imagine where ur at Alexandria and in ur own house with daryl and u get bad nightmares one night and u wake him up thanks Hun xx

Request: @caylynn1122

Hey could you do an imagine where the reader is daryls daughter and carl finds her outside the walls while he’s on a run. He ask her what’s her name and she says (y/n) Dixon and carl brought her to the Hiltop so she can see daryl.

Request: Anon.

Can I get a daryl imagine where youre arguing and say you find out about his backscars(I dunno his shirt rips or sum)and he suddenly becomes this sad wounded puppy and there’s a lot of crying and hugging and feelings are admitted? Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, fighting, swearing

Goodbye (Daryl request)

Can I request an imagine where Daryl dies at the end? And the whole imagine is basically fluff and angst

Nobody (Daryl request)

Can you do one where you are talking about the past and you talk about your successful career and he gets embarrassed because he was a no one? All fluffy and sentimental

Daryl request;

Could I get a really sweet imagine with Daryl? Like the reader and him are friends, and he sees that she’s having a very bad day. Like she’s stressed and depressed and so done with everything. Maybe it ends with them cuddling and maybe a relationship. It’s up to you really! : )

Sugar. Honey. Ice. and Tea (Daryl Drabble.)

Dark Ages

Summary;Can you do a Daryl x reader where the reader gets a small cold and daryl becomes extremely over protective which annoys the reader and ends in fluff??

Seahorse

Summary; 47 - “Hold my hand until it’s over?” The reader is in labor with hers and Murphy’s or Daryl’s first child and is really scared. They asked #47 and he does. The have a healthy baby G/B.

Cheater, Cheater, Pumpkin Eater

Summary; Can you do a Daryl x Reader Imagine where the reader has been with Rick for awhile and catches him cheating on her with Jessie and falls out of love w her. And then the reader confides in Daryl about it who makes her feel better, Daryl x Reader smut if possible… Love your stories! <3

Eat like a damn horse

Summary;#12 with Daryl? Thank you! I don’t mean to spam you all the time, sorry. 💖🧡💖🧡💖🧡💖🧡💖“You’re a genius with facts, but you’re really stupid with people.”

That’s What You Get

Summary; Can I request an imagine where Daryl is secretly in love with you and only Rick and Carol know but he’s been avoiding you cuz he thinks you like Glenn and he blows up one day cuz Rick and Carol is pushing him to tell you and you overhear everything

Cuffs

Summary; The reader and Daryl were together before the apocalypse, and the reader turns up at the Atlanta group after Merle and Daryl had joined, Daryl and the reader get a cute reunion but it’s ruined because Merle has always hated the reader for no reason

Eye Spy

Summary; The reader and daryl have a thing going on and you have to share a tent at the farm and one night daryl can’t sleep at all and he sees it really cold one and he keeps u warm it’s all cute and fluffy thank you xx

Unstuck

Summary; Could you do a Daryl x female reader fic. Kinda like Beth and Daryl in season 4 but now it’s with reader. Somehow Daryl and reader get separated from the rest and he’s being a dick because he has feelings for reader. With some fluffy smut at the end?

Multi chap Daryl fics;

Let The Flames Begin 

Charlene gets stuck with the Dixons at the end of the world. She has to deal with the new world whilst dealing with Merle being his usual self, and Daryl having his intense need to protect her. Read author note.

(Chapter 1)     

(Chapter 2)    

(Chapter 3)     

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)     

(Chapter 6)    

(Chapter 7)    

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)    

(Chapter 10)     

(Chapter 11)    

(Chapter 12)

(Chapter 13)    

(Chapter 14)    

(Chapter 15)    

(Chapter 16)

(Chapter 17)    

(Chapter 18)    

(Chapter 19)    

(Chapter 20)

(Chapter 21)

(Chapter 22)

(Chapter 23)

(Chapter 24)

(Chapter 25)

(Chapter 26)

(Chapter 27)

(Chapter 28)

(Chapter 29)

(Chapter 30)

(Chapter 31)

(Chapter 32)

(Chapter 33)

(Chapter 34)

Cat Scratch Fever (Companion piece to Let The Flames Begin)

Into My Web (temporary hiatus)

Arabella has been part of the family since the farm. Despite the time passed and the fact they were now settled in the prison, a certain gruff hunter still hates her. Some say there's a fine line between love and hate, and they might just be right. Daryl/OC Read author note.

Chap 1

Chap 2

Chap 3

Chap 4

Chap 5

Chap 6

Lunacy Fringe

Zoey gets saved by Rick and Daryl from the hands of her captors. She needs to learn to deal with her trauma, all while finding herself depending on one of the men that saved her a little too much. Daryl/OC. Read author note.

Chap 1

Chap 2

Chap 3 

Chap 4

Chap 5

Chap 6

Chap 7

Chap 8

Chap 9

Chap 10

Chap 11

Chap 12

Chap 13

Murphy MacManus imagines;

Whiskey and Church. Part 1.

Whiskey and church. Part 2.

“10. One finds the others blog. Hilarity ensues.” (Drabble.)

Rocco. (Not Murphyxreader. Short drabble told from Murphy’s POV.)

Request; Fic of Smutty Murph in Cinema maybe? ;-)

BDS Murphy X reader- she's really innocent and sweet and he really likes her (they're dating) but Connor doesn't approve saying she's negatively affecting his efficiency and Murphy says he'll do anything for Connor to at least meet her. After they meet Connor changes his views and approves of their relationship

Murphy request;

Hello! Just found this blog and really like it. Totally enjoying Whiskey and Church. Really like how you write the Irish accent/Gaelic. May I request a Murphy/reader were the OC has a thing for his accent and loves to hear him talk/whisper in her ear? Please and thank you. P.s. hope you feel'n better

Connor Imagines;

3. They get stuck in an elevator. With Connor, Smutty please.

Protector. (Not ConnorxReader. Short drabble told from Connors POV.)

7. One’s forced to show them around the school on the first day.

A lesson.

Conphy;

Sickness and soup.

Request: Connor taking care of Murphy when he’s sick. Warnings: Fluff, conphy cuteness.

Murphy/Reader/Connor;

3. Stuck in an elevator with Connor and Murphy.

Birthday girl ; For @risingphoenix761  because it’s her birthday!!!Happy day of birth, thank you for being born you amazing human. :)Continue on for some MacManus goodness.

Multi Chapter Fics;

Home

Summary; Murphy/OC/Connor, told in Murphy’s POV.

Home Chapter 1.

Home Chapter 2.

Home Chapter 3

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Anam Cara (Complete)

Summary; Summary;  Luna has some unique gifts that connect her to The Saints. They end up helping her after she is attacked and they realise their souls are connected. Murphy/OC/Connor.

Anam Cara Chapter 1

Anam Cara Chapter 2

Anam Cara Chapter 3

Anam Cara Chapter 4

Anam Cara Chapter 5

Anam Cara Chapter 6

Anam Cara Chapter 7

Anam Cara Chapter 8

Anam Cara Chapter 9

Anam Cara Chapter 10

Anam Cara Chapter 11

Anam Cara Chapter 12

Anam Cara Chapter 13    

Anam Cara Chapter 14

Anam Cara Chapter 15

Anam Cara Chapter 16

Anam Cara Chapter 17

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Choíche Is go deo

Summary; Summary;  Follow Niamh Flannagan as she grows up with the twins in Ireland and watches them turn from boys into men. How will they both deal with having feelings for her? Will jealousy get in the way? Murphy/OC/Connor.

Choíche Is go deo. (Chapter 1)

Choíche Is go deo (Chapter 2)

Choíche Is go deo. (Chapter 3)

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Crazy in Love

Summary; This story is Murphy/OC/Connor but will center on Murphy at first. The whole story centers on suicide, self-harm, mental illness so if that’s a trigger for you please read with caution. This story is darker than the others I have written, I’m testing the waters by posting the prologue here to see if people like it before I post it on Archive and Fanfic, any feedback is appreciated. You don’t meet my OC in the prologue, she is introduced in the first chapter, but I felt the prologue was important for Murphy’s situation.

Crazy in love (Prologue)

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Such a Softer Sin (Complete)

Summary; Her grandfather's illness brings her back to Boston, and Lila gets more than she bargains for when she meets two handsome Irish twins. MurphyxOCxConnor. Pre BDS.

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter one)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter two)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter three)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter four)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter five)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter six)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter seven)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter eight)

Such a softer Sin (Chapter nine)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter ten)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter eleven)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twelve)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirteen)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter fourteen)    

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter fifteen)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter sixteen)   

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter seventeen)    

Such a Softer Sin  (Chapter eighteen)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter nineteen)    

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty)    

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty one)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty two)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty three)    

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty four)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty five)    

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty six)    

Such a Softer Sin  (Chapter twenty seven)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty eight)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter twenty nine)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty one)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty two)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty three)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty four)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty five)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty six)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty seven)     

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty eight)

Such a Softer Sin (Chapter thirty nine)

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Blood in the Water (sequel to Such a Softer Sin) [COMPLETE]

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)

(Chapter 6)

(Chapter 7)

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)

(Chapter 10)

(Chapter 11)

(Chapter 12)

(Chapter 13)

(Chapter 14)

(Chapter 15)     

(Chapter 16)     

(Chapter 17)     

(Chapter 18)

(Chapter 19)    

(Chapter 20)

(Chapter 21)

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Poetic Tragedy (COMPLETE)

Summary; Madeleine Ryan hasn't had a good life. Now a homeless recovering addict, the MacManus boys take it upon themselves to try and help her. Murphy/OC/Connor. Read author note.

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)

(Chapter 6)

(Chapter 7)

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)

(Chapter 10)

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All or Nothing (COMPLETE)

Summary; Savannah gets talked into signing up to a dating app by her best friend, it leads her into the lives of the MacManus brothers. Starts off Murphy/OC. Eventual Murphy/OC/Connor. Read author note.

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

(Chapter 4)

(Chapter 5)

(Chapter 6)

(Chapter 7)

(Chapter 8)

(Chapter 9)

(Chapter 10)

(Chapter 11)

(Chapter 12)

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Chemicals (COMPLETE)

Summary; Katie gets stalked on the way home from work and it leads her into the arms of an Irish man with smoldering looks. Murphy/OC.

(Chapter 1)

(Chapter 2)

(Chapter 3)

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Preferences;

Having a kid with Murphy and Connor would include;

Being in a poly relationship with Connor and Murphy would include;

Being in a relationship with Mac and him finding you using toys when he's not around would include;

Having a teenage daughter with Murphy would include;

Being in a relationship with Daryl would include;

My huge ass fic recommendation list

[another-sonic-blog]

New Beginning

New Beginning:

“So tonight its the village’s New Year Party...remember to stay in guard. We still don’t know if Eggman could attack tonight”, Amy said to Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles as she walked around her apartment. Sticks haven’t come yet, for whatever reason she was coming in late.

“Yeah and make sure not to get trapped inside a cave during a snow-storm”, Sonic said sarcastically. Amy turned around and gave him a silent death stare, which made Sonic shut up. “It’s not like I wanted to get trapped you know, and besides it wasn’t that bad. I could have ended up in the worst situation than that”, Amy took a sip of her tea. Team Sonic sat ‘quietly’ in her living room. Right now they were discussing the times each member should stay in guard in case Eggman decided to attack the village.

“Yeah, she could have ended up being trapped with Shadow or something”, Knuckles felt tea being a splash in his face. Everyone turned around to look for answers, they saw a blushing Amy.

“What--t? Hahaha, what makes you think that? haha, Sha-shadow? He is just a friend-enemy, YES, that he is our enemy, hehe”, Amy gave a small smile and she could feel her hands get sweaty.

“umm...ok?”,everyone in said in unison. Tails took a moment to look at Sonic that for a second look mad at the situation. He decided to put more gas into the fire.

“Wow, Amy you sound as if you had a crush on him”. Tails winked at her and after that, he just took a sip of his tea and waited for the fire to spread.

“Tails what are you talking about? Amy having a crush on Sha-”, Sonic looked at Tails and then at Amy. He was surprised to find her quiet, blushing in a way that he could only make her when he decided to tease her. “Wait, Amy...do you actually like that emo?!”

“I-I um-no, I don’t-”

“GUYS!”

   Everyone heard Amy’s door small open. Sticks were exalted, which was normal but not so much like this.

“Sticks, what happened!?”

“SHADOW IS IN THE VILLAGE!”

. . .

   Shadow couldn’t stand anymore the stare of the villagers. He just wanted to see Amy, he had actually gotten her something this time. Ever since he received that Mistletoe from her, he looked for something suitable as a present. He never learned where the home was located, so he decided to look for her in the village. Instead, he found her badger friend. He tried to get info out fo her but that didn’t work as planned.

           “Do you know where Amy is?”

           “......”

                   “......”

           “AAAHHHH!”

   She just went running off after that. Shadow just kept looking around the village, trying to find the pink hedgehog, he was interested actually. Seeing all the villagers do their thing was actually very amusing but he stopped enjoying it as soon as the villagers stopped and stare at him. He knew that he tried to destroy them before but this time he wasn’t planning on doing so...yet. Anyways, everyone in awe and even the policemen hide from him. SO he decided to just stand there in front of meh burger, waiting for the pink hedgehog to arrive.

“Stay where you are Shadow!”

   Team Sonic had now surrounded Shadow and everyone was in the position to fight except for Amy who just awkwardly waved at him. He waved back but he stopped himself as he noticed that he lost his cool. He looked away waiting for anyone to begin talking.

“What have you done to this people?”, Sonic said at him.

“Nothing”, Shadow answered sarcastically, waiting for the drama to end already. “Yeah like we would believe-”, Team Sonic looked around actually surprised to see that none of the villagers were hurt nor screaming in fear.

“Well, if you are not here to destroy the village...then why are you here?”

“I am here to talk to Amy”

“WHAT?”, Sonic screams.

   Everyone dropped their fighting stance. Looking at Amy directly who had a nervous face. She was actually surprised that Shadow wanted to see her. She just left a small ‘hehe’ come out of her lips and then looked at Shadow to find an explanation from him.

“...she invited me to come to the New Year Party”

“SHE WHAT?”

“Oh....”

   Shadow noticed Amy’s surprised look. Maybe he heard wrong? Maybe Amy didn’t actually invite him? Maybe she was just trying to be nice but actually didn’t want his companionship. “I’ll leave, of course, if that’s what you want”, Shadow began to walk away in defeat, feeling embarrassed for the first time in his life.

“Wait, no that’s not what I mean...you can stay but you came in too early”

“HE CAN WHAT?”

   Amy tried to calm, still worried that she might of hurt Shadow’s feelings. She clumsily walked towards him, trying to stop him from leaving.  Shadow looked around and found the villagers doing their own thing. Barely decorating the streets, putting up up lights and building a small stage. This reassures him, he took a sigh, making the pressure on his chest go away.

“Well then, I guess I’ll see you later”, Shadow began to walk away, but Amy grabbed him by his arm making him turn around to face her. They were pretty close to each other and everyone went silent for a second.

“Why don’t you stay and help us with the decoration?”

   Shadow and Amy looked at each other for what seemed to be like five minutes and everyone was amused by it. It was like watching a TV Drama, an episode in which the two protagonists need to kiss ASAP.

“Fine”

“Wow...did Shadow just say ‘fine’?”, even Tails was amused by this fact, he doesn't know Shadow very well. However, he knew for a fact (well everyone knew) that Shadow was someone that should not be messed with. He never saw him as the type to...well party. So the fact that Amy convinced him to stay was honestly amazing.

“WHY IS NOBODY PAYING ATTENTION TO ME?” . . .

And so, Shadow decided to stay and help the villagers with their New Year decorations.

First, he was entitle put the lights around the village. House by house, street by street, Shadow used his rocket shoes to quickly end his first task. Secondly, he was assigned to pick up some heavy boxes and put them in the stage. This would naturally be Knuckle's tasks but Shadow said he could do it faster and in one go. And he did.  At this time, Shadow had now got himself a small group of girls following him. His last task was the most complicated one. He had to watch over the small kids of the village for a while until Amy comes back. Shadow had never interacted with kids before and they all look so fragile, he thought they could break if they tripped.

"You don't have to do much, just keep an eye on them until Miss Amy comes back from decorating the playground", Zoeey said as she left Shadow by himself with the kids in the open air. The villagers were passing by as Shadow looked just straight at the kids' eyes and vice versa.

"Would you play with us?", A little fox boy said smiling at him. Shadow had to admit, he was adorable.

"I am not good at playing", Shadow said calmly.

"Don't worry we will teach you!"

. . .

Amy walked at a fast pace this time, hoping that the kids weren't been too cruel with Shadow.  When she got there, Amy was surprised to see a larger group of females surrounding Shadow, all of them giggling and smiling. She came into the circle trying to find out what was the problem.

"Kids, what do you do if someone tries to attack you?", Shadow said out loud.

"You go for the neck!", all the kids said in unison. Shadow proceeds to give them all hi-fives as he quietly mutters 'You all will be great assassins one day"

"AAAWWWW! At this point, all the girls in the village were swooped away by Shadow. Who would think that he was so charming like this? Even Amy had to admit that she utterly impressed by his actions. He turned around to face his new group of fans, not really knowing what he was supposed to do.  He gave them a small smirk, actually enjoying a bit having so much attention.  Amy knew that if Shadow wanted, he could have the whole village eating out of his palm. Especially with the girls, who were suckers of mysterious, captivating smiles...just like her.

"Amy, you are back", Shadow stood up from giving the little kids hi-fives and made his way towards Amy. Pushing delicately all the other females who were standing on his way. All of them a bit disappointed at the fact that he gave attention to the pink hedgehog. but still happy to be at his presence.

"Is there anything else I can help with?"

"Umm...I think that's-"

"Mr. Shadow, can you help me organize my bookstore? I can make you the manager!"

"No, Mr. Shadow help me clean my cake shop! I'll give you free cakes for eternity!"

"Mr. Shadow, you don't have to do anything for me. Just come have dinner with me!"

"No, Mr. Shadow-"

"Mr.Shad-"

The girls went crazy over him and he didn't want to be rude. "I am sorry everyone but...", Shadow turned once again to look at Amy in the eyes. To make his point clear, " but right now I am all Amy's"

"AAAHHHHH!" Once again, the girls thought they were seeing a real prince charming. Appreciating the moment as if it came out straight of a fanfiction. There was an evident blush in Amy's cheeks and Shadow wonders if she had gotten a fever or something.

"Well, I just need to take the kids to the playground with their parents", Amy said quietly but Shadow had heard her loud and clear. "My pleasure"

Shadow turned around to face the kids who were currently playing with each other.  "Soldiers!", Shadow said loud enough, not yelling knowing that that could scare them.

"Yes, sir!", All the kids saluted him, a serious and funny face in all of them.

"Make a line and follow Miss Amy and I"

"OOOOHHHHH!", The kids looked at each other and giggle. All of them communicated in a weird way but knowing exactly what to do.

"SHADOW AND AMY SITTING ON TREE K-I-S-S-I-N-G! FIRST-"

Shadow crooked his head in amusement, still trying to figure out the meaning of the song. Amy blushing uncontrollably and wanting for them to continued. "STOP IT!", Amy said demanding and kids knew better than to get Ms. Amy mad. They quickly did as Shadow had told them before and began to quietly follow them as they secretly shipped the two together.

In the background,  you could hear a blue hedgehog rage out of anger as his yellow fox tried to calm him down.

"He thinks he can just come here and steal my spotlight uh?", Sonic said already planning on a different way to take him down. Tails was really not having any of this today, not on New Years. "I think you are exaggerating a bit Sonic...Shadow is just helping Amy"

"No, he is evil and we need to get him away from Amy"

"But Sonic!"

Sonic looked around as he saw the sun go down while smiling evilly to himself. "And I know exactly what to do"

. . .

"What are you going to be doing now, Amy?", Shadow asked as walked next to her, enjoying the view of the night. The city was beautifully decorated, setting the atmosphere with a very romantic air.

"Well, I'll probably need to get going to the outskirts of the city. I need to do my 'hero' shift. After that, I am probably free", Amy said smiling to him.

"Well, after that...would you like to spend the night with me?"

"Um, yes of course! I'll see you at the beach, by the time my shift ends", was this really happening? Was she going to have her first date? It was kinda strange to her actually. She knew that Shadow doesn't probably have a clue of what a date is. As well that she thought that Sonic was going to be her first date. Talking about Sonic...

"Hey Ames, can I borrow Shadow for something? It's really important", Sonic looked preoccupied. "What happened?"

"Oh, sorry can't say. It's a guy thing"

Amy looked at Shadow making sure he wasn't uncomfortable at the situation. Shadow looked back at her reassuring her that he was was alright.

"Fine then, I'll leave to my shift now"

. . .

Amy waited patiently by the beach. Hearing the waves crash against each other and the sand. She was beginning to feel nervous, walking side to side. The wind hitting her face delicately, totally entranced by the moon above her. She turned around as she heard bushes moving behind her, she smiled knowing exactly who that was.

"So-sonic? What are you doing here?"

Sonic was a bit hurt at her remark. He expected for her to be glad that it was him and not Shadow. "Shadow couldn't make it, so he asked me to come in his place", Sonic walked over to Amy who was trying to hide her real feelings.

"Oh, I see...how did the thing you needed Shadow for go?"

"Why did you need me here for blue?"

"Well, I am trying to look for this very unique rose for my girlfriend. It only blooms this day, that's why need your help finding it"

              "girlfriend?"

              "Yes, Amy"

"It went well", Sonic lied as he tried not to worry Amy.  "That's good"

Sonic took a moment to appreciate the moment. He was completely baffled at Amy's beauty. The moonlight makes her skin glow and for a fraction of a second, he could feel his heart stop. Time didn't exist for him, nor the world. Only Amy.

"Amy, I-"

"I really wanted him here"

"What?"

"It's not like I don't appreciate you spending time with me...but I was really hoping he could be here"

Amy sat down in the sand and Sonic did the same. He noticed her worried face, her disappointing and even hurt in her eyes. Sonic didn't want to see her like that. Not today nor ever, he quietly throws away the unique rose he found with Shadow a couple of hours ago.  Knowing he had messed up, he knew he had to make up for it.

'I think I need to go", Shadow said as Sonic and him made their way back together.

"Oh but why? Don't you need to go see Amy?"

"No, I am afraid I can't. But, can you give this to her?", Shadow pulled out something small and gave it to Sonic.

"I...give her this?"

"Amy...I have something for you", Sonic had his hand wrapped around something small. He was quietly thinking if he should do it or not, this was risky but if this made Amy happy then... Sonic held Amy's hand, extending it as he placed a small mandarin on her hand.

"Amy, Shadow actually lik-"

BOOM! BOOM!

His words never came out, as fireworks spread to the sky. One after another, making the mixed color look beautiful in the sky. Sonic looked at Amy one again, and Chaos...he couldn't stop looking at her. Her face had changed, her expression as well.  Her eyes sparkled brighter than the fireworks, her excitement was noticeable. This moment, for Sonic, was everything. He couldn't let her go, he didn't want to. The fireworks resemble his heartbeat, exploding by each time Amy blinked. Because every time she opened them, his whole body would be paralyzed.

Only for this time...he will be selfish.

The fireworks died down showing the start of a new beginning.

"What were you saying about Shadow, Sonic?", Amy asked him, her good mood suddenly coming back to her.

"Um...Shadow actually", Sonic tried to come up with something quick. His hands began to sweat, showing a bit of discomfort.

"Shadow actually told me to tell you Happy New Year!"

"Oh really?!", Amy said smiling, making Sonic a bit sadden by her excitement but happy at her change of mood nonetheless. "Yeah, he did"

"Oh and thank you Sonic for the mandarin...how did you even find it? They are extremely rare and only grow in some parts of the world!"

"Well, I have my ways", Sonic smiled and this reassures her. Shadow may not be with her, but her blue bur will never fail her.

. . .

Shadow watched the couple from afar. He saw them from above a tree where he could watch the fireworks.  He had seen them before, but this time it felt different. Seeing all the villagers happy at his own work made him feel like he actually part of something bigger. The fireworks didn't make him feel lonely anymore, but a sense of unity within him. However, he wasn't complete at all yet. He was looking forward to giving her his present and may even give her a kiss again.

"Wait, what?"

Shadow stopped mid-track, believing his own thought. However, he had to admit that he felt betrayed when he found out that Amy was dating Sonic.  He didn't really get the whole concept of 'dating' but he thought that their relationship must be at a more intimate level. And he wanted that with her. He looks back at the couple, and sigh at defeat. Maybe he could visit her another day, at another time. He wasn't going to give up, no...no until he could see her again.

"A mandarin? Really? That's the best you can give her?", Sonic had a humorous tone to his voice. Clearly wanting to be superior.

"No, I can give her better....I hope you can too", Shadow began to walk away. Only the stepping of his shoes against the ground could be heard.

"Believe me, I can beat  you any day when it comes to that"

"Yeah, just like I beat you to be her first kiss"

. . . . . . .

A/N: this is late but Happy New Years!