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winn-wynn · 6 months ago
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Trick or Treat!
Hello! Hi !!! :)
Here’s another angsty lil thing I have
Oliver looks radient in the moonlight, riding his broomstick and being in his element of flight, nothing holding him back while he’s in the air.
Percy looked up at him, then down at where he stood off field. Percy made a decision right then and there. He wouldn’t be the one who chained him down, and held him back. He wouldn’t be the one to anchor him down and clip his wings.
Oliver deserves to fly, and be free. Not bounded to Percy.
What could a flightless man like Percy do help him soar and reach new heights when he was too afraid to make the leap?
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ladykailitha · 5 months ago
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Steve's Family Christmas
Hello and welcome to my Christmas AUvent Calendar! Every day from now until the 24th I will be posting a ficlet that is 500-1500 from an AU I've done over the years.
All stories will be marked with the tag #12 aus of christmas so you can follow along as I will only be tagging my permanent list for this (it would get too confusing otherwise).
The next one on our list is: Grief (a Friend Indeed). You can read the first story here. All links will be to the first chapter, but the chapter itself will have links to the rest of the story.
Day 1 Day 2 Day 3
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Steve was sure that his house never had so many people in it the entire time its stood in Loch Nora.
Most of Eddie’s family was here, Penny and Danny, Lauren, Oliver, and Gale. While Danny’s brother Hal was staying with Eddie and Wayne. His uncles Percy and David Kincade were in his parents old room. Penny and Danny were in the guest room across from the master bedroom, while Lauren and Gale shared the guest room next to his bedroom. Oliver was put in the basement next to the game room.
He was looking at about half of them sprawled out over the sofas in the living room with utter helplessness.
David came up and put his hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about all this, Percy and I will help keep the chaos to a minimum. Just rely on us, okay?”
Steve let out a long sigh and nodded.
The other members of the Munson clan were set to join them at any minute so they could go over the Secret Santa rules and let everyone pull a name out of a hat. And if you got someone you didn’t know well there was a poster in the kitchen that had a cheat sheet of people’s likes, dislikes, and any allergies they might have.
Everything was primed to go smoothly. Which was precisely why Steve was so nervous. He didn’t know everyone very well, but those he did? Thrived on chaos.
It took all of five minutes for a fight to break out between the Nelsons and the Kincades.
“I’m just saying that there should be maximum amount,” Penny was saying, “that way the kids can still get their Secret Santa a gift and not see someone else get something outrageous like a new car or sports equipment, something ridiculous.”
“Money is no object,” Percy said dryly, crossing his legs leveling her with a glare. “I have no trouble giving someone the money they need if they want to get an extravagant gift.”
“And I’m saying that they shouldn’t have to,” Penny argued. “Because if you’re just going to give everyone the money then we might as well just buy everyone a gift, no holds barred.”
David shook his head. “That’s not the argument you think it is. It’s what Percy and I wanted to do in the first place.”
Penny blinked at him for a moment, mouth opening and closing without sound coming out at all.
“I have the perfect solution!” Steve said before the tension could mount further. Everyone turned to Steve. “You can spend however much you want–” there was a bunch of grumbling from the Nelsons and Percy and David looked too smug for words, “but! You have to make it yourself. It has to be homemade. You can’t buy it, you can’t pay someone to make it for you. You have to make it yourself.”
“Oh,” Percy purred. “That is elegant. I approve.”
Penny and Danny shared a concerned look, but they really didn’t have an argument against it.
“I’m down,” Wayne said, “I think it’s a great idea. Gets everyone thinking outside the box and sure, some crafts are going be more expensive, like painting or knitting. Or even woodworking, which is what I’m going to be doing. Is borrowing equipment allowed, Steve?”
“Sure is!” Steve said with a grin. “As is renting it as long as the finished product is something you made, it counts. Writing songs, poems, stories totally count too. It’s something you made.”
Eddie grinned up at his boyfriend. He could have drawn something in a pinch, but letting him write a song? That would be even better. “I’m sold!”
Steve breathed a sigh of relief at a crisis well and truly averted.
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If Steve thought it was chaotic with a dozen people, adding almost double that made for a wild time that’s for sure.
There were two Secret Santas planned. One for Eddie and Steve’s families and one for all the friends. Eddie had the worst luck and gotten both Oliver and Mike.
“Normally, I’d say just buy two copies of the same album,” Steve suggested, “and just wrap them differently so you know which is which, but...”
“I have to make something for Oliver,” Eddie huffed.
Steve kissed the top of his head. “You’ll think of something. You always do.”
“Yeah, sure Mr. Lucky over here,” he groused. “You got me for the family gift giving and Robin for the friend. You have this in the bag!”
Steve did feel bad about that one. But he picked last, no one could claim he cheated. He had already bought Robin a couple of books on cinema and film making. She had gotten a video camera from her parents on her birthday and thought herself the next Martha Coolidge. For Eddie, he had gotten the recipe for his favorite spice cookies from Wayne was planning on making him a box of them.
The day arrived and the gifts were handed out. Steve had gotten a small stainglass picture of the sun and the moon from David.
“I cut the pieces of glass and welded the metal together,” David explained. “I assume it counts.”
“It’s beautiful!” Steve gasped and gave him a hug for it.
Eddie was happily munching on his cookies and swatting away anyone who tried to sneak one.
Everyone was happy with their gifts and even Penny had to admit that homemade had made for some very thoughtful gifts. Even if, as with David’s gift to Steve, it must have cost a lot of money.
Wayne came up to Steve as the blended families showed off their gifts to each other and just having a good time.
He placed his hand on Steve’s shoulder. “You did good, Steve.”
“It’s nice to have all my family around for the holidays,” he murmured. “And I consider the Munson and Nelson clans as family.”
“You thinkin’ about marrying into the family?” Wayne teased with a grin.
“If it was legal,” Steve said with an answering grin, “I’d do it tomorrow. Or, you know when the county offices opened again after New Years.”
“Well,” Wayne said, “I’d be happy to have you in the family and I even like your uncles, too. It’s nice seeing that boy so happy.”
Steve looked over at Eddie who smiled up at him. Then he came bounding up to them.
“Stevie!” he said brightly. “Come help me convince Oliver to come to the friends’ do so he can meet Mike.”
Steve laughed and let Eddie haul him back into the crowd.
Hal came up beside Wayne. “It may have taken a death in the family to bring us all together but I think your mom would have been proud today.”
Wayne smiled, tears misting his eyes. “I think she would have, too.”
“Merry Christmas,” Hal murmured.
It certainly was that.
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stephofromcabin12 · 11 months ago
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I didn’t know that canonically Dionysus sometimes gets loose and presumably that’s when he has his kids. I always read it as his exile to camp was relatively “recent” in terms of him probably having been grounded in the like. Last few years before the story picks up. I had always assumed his current kids were born before that and so that also helps account for their low numbers (before Rick specified his stance on two being the best number of children or whatever that quote was from TOA)
Well, like most things we learn about Mr D in the books, it’s pretty subtle and mentioned like twice (bc Rick loves to torture me by adding lore and then not developing it further)
Before we look at that, we have to establish that, yes, his punishment seems to be recent. He’s given 100 years to be at camp, and in TLO he explains to Percy that Zeus cut his probation in half, leaving him with 50 years. Which would mean he had just begun his sentence in The Lightning Thief.
“[…] Zeus has cut my probation at that miserable camp in half. I now have only fifty years left instead of one hundred.” (The Last Olympian, p. 343)
But even so, there are a couple of ways he could have snuck out and had some kids.
Firstly, there’s the fact that the gods can be in multiple places at once, as explained by the wine dude himself in The Last Olympian:
“Your concern is touching. I did crash-land. Very painfully. {note: The gods feel pain…Interesting} In fact, part of me is still buried under a hundred feet of rubble in an abandoned coal mine. It will be several more hours before I have the strength to mend. But in the meantime, part of my conciousness is here […] Wherever there is a party, my prescence is invoked. Because of this, I can exist in many different places at once […]”
(The last Olympian, p. 266)
If we assume that gods at their full strength can exist more physically in multiple places, by dividing their “essence” or whatever, we can assume Dionysus would be able to sneak out by being present— seemingly automatically— wherever a party is happening.
It’s pretty much assumed (by me, I don’t think anyone else thinks about his exact whereabouts as much as I do lol) that he does this, or something else, because he is not gone very long in BOTL and TLO, and yet, in The Blood of Olympus, Dakota is seen talking to multiple Dionysus kids, which shouldn’t be possible, since yk. Pollux is the only camper (and should be in college by now but whatever, maybe he came back anyway or took a gap year, who knows) and even if he did take advantage of being away from camp in BOTL and TLO, his kids would be like, 2-3 at most and therefore not old enough to fight (I would certainly hope, although toddlers turning their enemies frantic and crazed is kinda metal ngl) So he must have had more kids before that….Or Rick forgot he killed Castor, which is hilariously possible.
“[…] Dakota shared Kool-Aid with the kids from the Dionysus cabin […]” (The Blood Of Olympus, p. 474)
(Stephanie Olive Overbaum canon confirmed. Its the only possible explanation lmao. If you have a Dio kid OC, you can’t prove they weren’t there. Huge win for the cabin 12 kids lmao)
So, he probably didn’t take advantage of his time away, if he did we wouldn’t know for another couple books, and Rick seems to have lost interest in ever elaborating on his character so we’ll probably never know.
Besides the splitting himself up theory, we have the possibility of him simply leaving lol.
He’s stuck at camp, yes, but the interesting thing is that he seems to be barred from entering Olympus, not so much that he’s barred from going anywhere else. He does leave camp in The Titan’s curse, seemingly without issues. Again, he could have split himself up, but since he’s able to make vines grow and all that, I’m assuming he was physically present. And he mentions paperwork in The Lightning Thief, if I remember correctly, so we can assume he has to file a report everytime he leaves his station to make sure he had a good enough reason to leave (Like a camper sneaking out, for example)
I don’t know how he would get around that one, but he’s sneaky, so I wouldn’t put it past him to sneak out and pretend to be doing something more important.
Of course, there are lines here and there suggesting he does leave every so often.
Ahem:
“As for Seymour, Mr D liberated him from a long island garage sale […]” (The Lost Hero, p. 88)
He couldn’t really have gone to a garage sale without leaving, again, yes he could have split himself up but that’s so easy and boring so I prefer to think he just fucks off and takes a day off here and there. It is a Long Island garage sale, so it’s not like he went far. Even funnier, we can imagine the camp went on another field trip and he came along, finding the garage sale along the way.
“[…] Our camp director, Dionysus, was recalled […]” (The Lost Hero, p. 20)
Ah yes, the recalled era. In HOO Mr D is not present, having been recalled to Olympus.
Technically, we don’t know where Mr D went in the time he was recalled, since we don’t know how exactly that period of time worked for the gods. We know they had no means of communicating, and that Zeus forbid the gods from seeking out their kids.
Even so, Aphrodite sneaks out and meets up with Piper. Athena/Minerva is out and about. Lots of the gods don’t hang around on Olympus the entire time. We’ve established Mr D is A. Sneaky (sneaks up on Percy more than once) and B. Doesn’t give any fucks that Zeus has told him to stay at camp (Garage sale) so I don’t think it’s unfair to assume he dipped and shrugged to Zeus like “I can’t help that I go where parties to🤷🏻‍♂️”
“Yeah but the gods had the headache thing going on, so he probably didn’t want to go anywhere”
I hear you say and you’re right BUT!
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In between The Blood Of Olympus and The Tower Of Nero, we have zero clue where Dionysus is, and what he’s up to. Like nothing. We don’t even talk about it. He’s just GONE.
“After the fight with Gaea, I thought Mr. D might return to camp, but he never did. I hope he’s alright.” (The Hidden Oracle, p. 129)
And then in The Tower Of Nero he shows up and nobody discusses where he went.
Can you tell I’m peeved? I’m peeved. Where the fuck was he, Rick?
I don’t even have a quote to show you because no one mentions it.
Hmpf. Anyway. Then we have the interesting tidbit that Dionysus thinks two is the perfect number of children, although it’s important to keep in mind that he thinks this after staying with the twins, which would’ve had to have happened before The Lightning Thief, when he’s already at camp.
So, perhaps in the time of him staying at camp, he simply doesn’t have any more kids, since he doesn’t want to be further outnumbered. (*In canon, in fanfiction anything is possible)
I can imagine a lot of the gods deciding to cut down on their amount of kids if they had to help raise them for a bit lol so that’s actually fair.
Anywho….I forget what we were talking about.
He probably just sneaks out or splits himself up lol
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wizardingworldlibrary · 2 months ago
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Oliver Wood (2) Masterlist
part one
All I Want to do Right Now (ao3) - orphan_account hermione/oliver M, 24k
Summary: Marcus had told himself this so many times, he wasn’t gay. He just couldn’t be gay. But Oliver Wood had his attention and as much as he hated it, he did feel a way about him he shouldn’t.
Catch Your Breath (And Maybe Mine While You’re at It) (ao3) - tamerofdarkstars marcus/oliver T, 14k
Summary: Between the weirdness with the Bludgers, the Dementors that aren’t staying put at the school gates, and the fear that drives the breath from his lungs whenever he thinks too long about how terrible he’s doing in Charms, Marcus Flint is having a hell of a year.
And that’s not even mentioning that little skip his heart keeps doing whenever Oliver Wood tosses a grin his way.
Could It Be? (ao3) - Thenewmrsweasley hermione/oliver N/R, 24k
Summary: Hermione works for the twins in their joke shop. When one of their old friends starts working with her will she be the cool collected girl everyone has known to love, or will her fear of rejection keep her from staying that way?
Disillusionment (ao3) - Glass Wolf (tlanon) percy/oliver T, 7k
Summary: Oliver Wood and Percy Weasley reconnect after the war.
Hell Island (ao3) - Miraphina Atherton (mew_tsubaki) oliver/charlie T, 3k
Summary: Oliver knows one thing: Distractions rarely serve a Quidditch player well.
Hidden Shame (ao3) - relativelyscorpius percy/oliver G, 3k
Summary: Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood have been dating in secret since their Third-Year at Hogwarts and none of the Weasleys know about it. After Gryffindor win the Quidditch House Cup, Ginny overhears Oliver ask Percy if they can have some alone time and worries that her older brother is being forced to stay silent.
Upon confronting him, it becomes apparent that Oliver isn't the one that's ashamed ... it's Percy.
love the way you love me back (ao3) - slyther_ing marcus/oliver M, 16k
Summary: Weddings and marriages aren’t forever, his grandmother always said - but with the way Oliver is glowing across from him, Marcus is pretty sure that statement doesn’t apply to them.
(In which Marcus knows he doesn’t live in a fairy tale, but Oliver is better than any happy ending he could’ve imagined.)
Open Your Eyes (ao3) - sugarshake24 katie/oliver T, 41k
Summary: Katie Bell and Oliver Wood are best friends and roommates, living together following their Hogwarts days. Oliver is the starting Keeper for Puddlemere United and Katie is engaged to a coworker. As her wedding approaches, the two must confront their inner feelings before it's too late.
Our Story (ao3) - KrysKrossZee oliver/charlie M, 6k
Summary: Oliver has fallen for his roommate and George has decided that he needs to do something about it.
Pictures Of You (ao3) - MandyinKC katie/oliver T, 59k
Summary: Oliver Wood has carried a torch for Katie Bell since her 15th birthday, but has never done anything about it. He thinks now might be the right time to change that, but will the war get in the way?
Quidditch Stars Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint on Coming Out Together: Exclusive Tell-All (Daily Prophet, August 3rd, 2001) (ao3) - sleepstxtic marcus/oliver E, 11k
Summary: How Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint fell in love, as told through scenes from their lives and an interview with the Daily Prophet.
Tell Me How to Fall in Love the Way You Want Me To (ao3) - saturdaychild29 hermione/oliver G, 9k
Summary: Oliver’s back in town because after retiring from Quidditch at the ripe old age of 31, he has absolutely no idea what to do with himself. Hermione’s a famous author—having documented the exploits of the Golden Trio. Recently, she’s embarked on a new life course. But, even with a new position within the Ministry and some old friends to keep her grounded, something still feels like it’s missing. Add in some meddling Weasleys and nothing goes as planned.
The Oliver Wood School of Flight (ao3) - hollywoodland hermione/oliver E, 2k
Summary: With Oliver as instructor, Hermione learns more at remedial flying lessons than she ever expected.
The Perfect Match (ao3) - lady_mahadevi marcus/oliver T, 2k
Summary: Nothing gets to Oliver quite like Quidditch does.
the Wrong Number (ao3) - IAM_Kneazle (writing_as_tracey), writing_as_tracey oliver/katie, hermione/oliver M, 7k
Summary: While trying to send his crush a text message, Oliver Wood misses a number and sends a text message to someone else… someone who might actually be who he’s looking for.
two’s company, three’s a crowd (ao3) - findingmywednesday marcus/percy/oliver, marcus/oliver T, 5k
Summary: When the wizarding world was made aware of a third person in Marcus and Oliver’s relationship, people did not give the same reaction, to say the least. Witches and wizards and wixen all over disapproved; another man in the relationship? It was unseemly. And Percy Weasley, a gangly, nerdy, government worker? Why on earth would those two Quidditch gods choose Percy Weasley?
What Pride Doesn’t Know (ao3) - igrockspock percy/oliver G, 3k
Summary: How Percy Weasley came to dance with Oliver Wood at Ginny’s wedding is a long story, and he may have forgotten to tell his family a few parts of it – like how he’s gay, and in a relationship with a man.
World Cup of Memories (ao3) - Errarevox percy/oliver T, 1k
Summary: Percy and Oliver discover that opposites attract during the World Cup.
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Jurassic Park explorers, Dionysus and Percy Jackson.
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[talk to them !]
Names: “Percy Jackson!” | “Dionysus. God of wine, leopards, theatre, madness, being great- you get the point.” [End.]
Ages: “Fifteen, currently.” | “I don’t know…a couple thousand years old? Why? Percy quit answering them so quick.” [End.]
Gender + Pronouns: “Uhh..male, he/they. And why are you so suspicious of everyone?” | “because last time we trusted someone, we ended up on site b with that damn nightmare fuel of a dinosaur! Sorry, what…what was the question again? Oh- I don’t have a set gender. But everyone’s calling me He/him currently, so just refer to me with those.” [End.]
Sexuality: “Oh- uhm, I’m Bi? I think that’s the word. But I’m not interested in dating…” | “these are pretty personal questions, don’t you think? Fine, I’m…what is it called? I don’t care what you are, only who you are.” Pansexual. “And I have a wife so I’m not interested-“
Appearances: Perseus Jackson—short messy black hair, sea green eyes, prominent red scar across his nose, tan olive skin, crooked nose and teeth, tall, lean for his age. | Dionysus—long curly black hair, purple eyes, tan olive skin, large red scars across arms, tall.
Some Personality traits: Perseus Jackson—on edge, nervous, sassy, quiet, energetic at times, smart, fast-thinker. | Dionysus—grumpy, smart, calculating, defensive, slightly arrogant, and seemingly protective over the other; Perseus.
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- Ooc information. -
In character tags: 
dio and Percy into the Jurassic. (Perseus and Dionysus.)
wine bottle shattered by a dino. (Only Dionysus.)
dino lurking in the water ! (Only Percy.)
Out of character tag: star speaking ooc !
!AU EXPLANATION + OTHER INFORMATION BELOW!
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STORY:
Basically Percy and Dio figure out that there’s a dinosaur park going to open, via Hermes seeing everything by flying around and stuff, but not actually intervening. Basically the premise is that Percy gets roped into it, forced to go on a quest to go see what they’re doing—but Dionysus is so curious he decides to tag along.
In this AU Dionysus is more powerless than before, and therefore feels helpless when chaos ensues. None of the other gods end up doing anything because the problem is only affecting mortals, not themselves. Humans brought this upon themselves so the gods don’t help out.
Like Ian Malcom and Alan Grant and such, Dionysus and Percy keep getting roped into coming back to these damn parks and dinosaur sites because they had been on the original Jurassic park island. Throughout this they grow closer since they went through a traumatic experience together. They are like father and son.
Currently, Dionysus and Percy go back and forth to these places, occasionally coming to camp—and just coming back with more scars. It gives Percy more PTSD than he already has, and truly makes Dionysus feel helpless. Pathetic. He’s a god, he should’ve never let these things happen. He shouldn’t have been powerless to stop it.
Dionysus is still grumpy, but more obvious in his care for Percy. They bicker jokingly and have their little moments where they argue, but they’re family now. Truly.
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ATTENTION:
[Out of Character:] I’d like to say a couple of things. Please do not treat these characters like C.AI bots. I’m not comfortable with any weird or romantic asks. I’m not comfortable with those weird interactions, and your ask will simply be deleted.
Remember, this is not canon. It’s an AU. Where I also incorporate my own Headcanons. It’s my own blog, I’ll do what I want. This is not trying to be rude, just a heads up.
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ JP dio + percy moodboard .𖥔 ݁ ˖
(Not a ship!)
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Dividers by thecutestgrotto, bernardsbendystraws, and i-collect-shiny-stuff !!
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weirdowithaquill · 2 years ago
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Traintober 2023: Day 28 - Which Way Now?
Lost in the Fog:
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The Island of Sodor was hosting a visitor from the Other Railway. The visitor was a large, impressive tank engine who was helping out on Thomas’ branchline.
“I do love getting to pull trucks again,” the engine said cheerfully to Percy. “We don’t to pull trucks on my heritage railway.” “They might be fun, but you do have to be careful,” warned Percy. “Some trucks can be troublesome.” The engine chuckled. “Don’t worry about me, Percy – I’ll be fine!” Percy was doubtful. And yet, to his amazement, the visitor managed the trucks well. The trucks came along quietly, distracted from misbehaving by the songs the engine sang to them.
The visitor really did brighten up the yard every time they passed through. “Did you need a hand?” he offered to Toby as the old tram struggled with a long line of empty ballast trucks heading back for the Little Western. “That would be great,” grinned Toby. “Thank you.” With the visitor’s help, they managed the run in half the time it usually took – and better yet, his sing-a-longs kept the trucks from acting up.
“You really have a knack with the trucks,” mused Duck, watching in amazement as the big engine shunted them into their proper places. “I’m impressed.” “Thank you!” the visitor said. “That’s too kind!”
The visitor grew to be popular amongst all the engines. The speed and dedication they brought to every train won over even the gruffest of trucks and engines alike – not even James could think of a bad word!
Everyone was sad when it came time for the visiting engine to return back to their heritage railway. “Safe travels!” called Percy. “Don’t get lost!” warned Oliver. “Lost?” quizzed the engine. “That isn’t likely, is it?” “Well… no – but sometimes the signalman near Killdane nods off. Make sure you whistle to alert him to your presence.” The engine smiled. “Thanks for the advice, I’ll keep it in mind!” And with that, the engine set off into the setting sun.
Things went well at first – but then night fell. With it came the mist. The mist rose up out of every crevice, seemingly rising up out of the ground itself, swirling around and blanketing everything it touched in an impenetrable wall of grey.
The visitor peered into the darkness, trying to see which town they were passing through. The station signs were obscured – several station lamps flickered and died and a chill danced in the air, winding around the visitor and doing its best to freeze their boiler into ice. The visitor still battled onwards.
“We can’t stop here…” they said, narrowing their eyes to try and spot a familiar shape. “It’s the middle of the mainline. No trains can stop here.” “Then which way now?” asked the engine’s driver. The answer lay just up ahead, where a signal light shone green, piercing sharply through the mist to illuminate the world around it.
“Someone must be expecting us,” hummed the driver. “That’s good!” A station platform appeared on the engine’s left, and they slowed to a stop, waiting for some sort of instructions on where to go. The driver and fireman looked back, and then the driver groaned.
“That stupid signalman! Come on, you need to go remind him that he needs to drop the signal back to red.” “And you?” “I’ll go find us some hot coffee in the station house. This seems like a big station – there’s got to be someone around.” The two left their engine sizzling nicely under the station canopy, heading off to complete their respective tasks.
Normally, this would have been fine – and had the engine been anywhere else, this would have been a routine stop. But the name of the station illuminated by a flickering station lamp was Killdane. “Um… shouldn’t we whistle?” asked the engine. But his crew had already left.
The engine’s eyes darted around. Something felt off about this station. It wasn’t the electric wires running above the tracks, nor was it the eerily still lines of coaches and trucks in the sidings. No, there was something else. Maybe… the second set of points that felt like they shouldn’t be there?
“Oh, why hello there,” grinned a deep, almost gravelly voice from behind the engine. “Um… hello?” The visitor had never heard that voice before. There was no face to put to the sound – this voice was completely new, and it scared them slightly. “What’re you doing on our line?” “I’m waiting to continue on,” the engine replied firmly. “We’ll take you,” the voice replied. Before the engine could question that, they were buffered roughly from behind. There was the deep, almost howling honk of a diesel horn, and the engine was suddenly being shoved forwards, out of the station.
“Hey! You can’t do this! Stop! Stop! Driver!” The visiting engine’s driver sprinted onto the platform, just in time to see the shape of a long train of scrap leave the platform where their engine had previously stood.
The engine tried to apply their brakes – but they couldn’t. They tried to call out for help – but no one answered.
The diesel pushed the poor engine down a long, overgrown path that led down through a bricked path between rows of town houses. The mist was even thicker down here, engulfing the poor engine and making it almost impossible to see what was ahead.
At least, until the mist began to clear around a large industrial estate, littered with the rusting remains of engines. “Oi! You can’t do this!” shouted the engine. “I’m preserved! Preserved!” “No one will come looking here,” sneered the diesel, shunting the engine into a shed. “Your crew can’t save you now, steam kettle.”
The steam engine sat, cold and alone, in the shed. Ahead of them, a pair of massive sliding steel doors were clamped tightly shut. Suddenly, the engine felt a jolt. The scrap trucks had been shoved behind them.
Two identical diesels in grimy green paintwork with wasp stripes oiled up on either side of the visitor. “This time, there’s no escape,” one sneered. The other just shot the poor visitor an unidentifiable look.
The two rumbled backwards again – and then the engine felt another jolt, and they all began to roll forwards. The giant steel doors groaned open, revealing a room bathed in red. Molten slag bubbled on either side of the track, and a giant claw loomed overhead.
“This engine’s not for scrapping!” begged the engine. “I just want to go home!” The claw didn’t stop its descent, lowering down, down, down…
With a sickening crunch, it ripped into the visitor’s boiler, lifting the engine up into the air, and dragging it over to the molten slag.
“Just another poor soul, gone to meet its maker,” sneered Arry. Bert didn’t reply. He just silently rumbled away, a goal set in his mind.
This time, Arry wouldn’t get away.
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mirrorofliterature · 3 years ago
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to me, percy weasley is one of the most interesting characters in harry potter.
which shouldn’t be a surprise, sure, as he is one of my favourite characters, but -
he did not fall in line with the rest of his family and he is a character whose true characterisation, whose true self, shines when you reject his lousy creator’s poor portrayal of him, because as much as she likes to think otherwise, she thinks in black and white. her bias shines clear, and it is not good bias. she associates motherhood with purity, but femininity with impurity and frivolity. she sees family as a one way track. anyway -
percy weasley is grey, complex, and simply fascinating to unpack. oliver wood complements him well as a romantic partner (supportive, similarly passionate, similarly socially awkward but so devoted, so loyal).
I promote the headcanon (reality, if you ask me), that percy thinks in grey and nuance whilst simultaneously headcanoning him as autistic because those two things are far from mutually exclusive. percy is autistic coded, and I just think it’s neat, but also - I think he sees nuance really well, and that’s probably why I don’t often gel with his characterisation in fic, where he is portrayed as two-dimensional, flat, a ministry lover with no independent thought.
percy is full of independent thought, as evident by his breaking away from his family and distrusting dumbledore after decades of lavish praise. saying he was mindlessly loyal to the ministry is disloyal to his character and far less interesting.
one of percy weasley’s key traits is intelligence, and I wish more people would let that shine instead of pushing him into one category or the other, into ‘misunderstood boy under the imperius who has never done anything wrong ever!’ and ‘evil. personification of the evil. we all hate this weasley!’
nuance is neat.
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liiilyevans · 2 years ago
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WIP Snippet Shares
Thank you @practicecourts for the tag! I'm working on a few oneshots, challenges, and one multichapter fic right now.
Invisible String
“You know French, yes?” she said.  “Oui,” Bill answered cheekily.  Fleur rolled her eyes, but he saw the corners of her lips tug upwards. A good sign.  “You will teach me English then.” He was sure she met it as a question, but that was not how it came out. After glancing up and down at her, Bill realized that she was very sure of his answer — yes. Normally, he would have agreed to teach her, but the Order and his family had monopolized his time recently. Though the goblins hadn’t noticed, it was starting to effect his work. Adding English lessons onto his plate would not lighten that load.  “Fleur.” He interlaced his fingers and leaned forward. “I don’t think I’m the right person to teach you.” 
Run
“You going to tell me what I did, or am I going to have to guess?” he asked. “It’s not you, Oliver.” Her tone was so despondent, so unlike Angelina, that it gave Oliver pause. He studied her for a moment, watched as she turned toward the fridge, and noticed the slight puffiness of her eyes. Ah. He could guess what had caused that. Oliver crossed his arms. “What’d he do this time, then?”
Question . . .?
When she landed, Bill was waiting for her on the back porch. It still surprised her to see the deep scars running across her oldest brother’s face. In her mind, Bill was still the cool rebel brother who went to Egypt to break curses. But he was a father and husband now, which was still hard for her to fathom. She still admired his fang earring though. Out of all of her brothers, Bill’s opinion mattered most to her. Ron could hate her, George could scream at her, Charlie could berate her choices, and Percy could abandon her, but all of that paled in comparison to Bill’s disapproval. Ginny squared her shoulders in defense as she ascended the steps.  Bill simply offered her the jacket she’d left behind earlier.  Quietly, Ginny slipped it on.  “Where is he?” Bill asked, his gaze locked on the horizon.  “At Fred’s grave,” Ginny answered softly as she buttoned up her coat.  “You shouldn’t indulgence him like you do,” Bill said. “He’s got to learn to deal with his grief on his own.” 
Tagging: @annabtg @alohaemora @sirenicc @thejilyship @siriuslychessi @theroomofreq
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cogentranting · 2 years ago
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Ranking 50 Disney Dogs pt1
Ranking all (ish) the dogs from Disney according to a very scientific process averaging scores on Design (how much I like the character design) Breed Alignment (how much they look like the breed they’re going for.. or just how much like a dog), Personality (how I much I like them as a character) and if applicable , voice acting (how much I like the vocal performance.  [Disney Animation theatrical releases only-- no Pixar, no straight to home video, no partially live action] 
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50. Hunting Dogs- Bambi It’s important to remember on this list that there are no bad dogs. Just because they’re at the bottom of the list doesn’t mean they’re bad! Except for these dogs. (that front one was definitely kicked in the head by an elk). 
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49. Town Dogs- The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad See? these dogs would never try to murder anyone. 
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48. Broomdog- Alice in Wonderland Unsettling! Just as Lewis Carroll intended!
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47. Obby- Atlantis I googled “Disney Atlantis dog” (which is my MO for if I don’t remember if a movie has a dog) and this came up. He shouldn’t be here for a number of reasons-- he’s “not” a “dog”; he’s from a straight to dvd sequel; he’s an ‘”affront to God”--  but we’re ranking him anyway. 
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46. Dog Announcer- Chicken Little They managed to perfectly achieve the most generic dog I can think of (anthropomorphized) 
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45. Labrador- One Hundred and One Dalmatians They managed to perfectly achieve the most generic dog I can think of (realistic) 
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44. Rusty- Home on the Range Honestly he’s mainly this low because I don’t remember this movie except for a vague dislike. 
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43. Buster- Meet the Robinsons My positive feelings about his glasses are warring with my reaction against his eyebrows which I legitimately had to check to make sure someone hadn’t edited them on in this picture. 
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42. Otto- Robin Hood He has a nice face but it’s time we addressed the elephant in the room:  most animals in this movie are fully dressed and Otto is wearing only an apron
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41. Stella- The Princess and the Frog Is this the best picture I could find of her? No. But consider: it’s not the worst. 
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40. Tiger Talbot- The Sword in the Stone  Mastiffs! How royal. 
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39. Cerberus- Hercules The ratio of teeth to mouth just feels off. But. Stylized! Fun! 
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38. Cerberus- Encanto in a tie between Cerberi, we love the gold accents. 
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37. Talyllyn- The Black Cauldron Fun twist: this dog’s evil and lives among the undead! Hurray! Dogs supporting necromancy!
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36. Sultan- Beauty and the Beast He could take Talyllyn in a fight. 
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35. Bull- Lady and the Tramp The real Bull is a perfectly fine character and a perfectly fine character design but honestly just kinda boring so instead enjoy this melting plush version of him from an ebay listing. 
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34. Collie- One Hundred and One Dalmatians He has barely anything that qualifies as eyes (but a lot of eyelid) and I adore that. And the noble FLOOF. 
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33. Lucky- One Hundred and One Dalmatians a puppy!
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32. Penny- One Hundred and One Dalmatians another puppy!
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31. Bruno-Cinderella He has an abundance of leg.  Look at that model pose. 
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30. Legend- Strange World Disregard the advertising, it’s just the best picture I could find since as of posting this, the movie is still only in theaters. I have not seen this movie but Legend is cute and only has three legs and I would very much like to cuddle him. 
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29. Rolly- One Hundred and One Dalmatians What would you do if I just ranked all 101 separately? Anyway, Rolly gains points over Lucky and Penny for having a personality I remember, but doesn’t rank higher because that personality is just “likes to eat” 
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28. Percy- Pocahontas Percy’s design has a lot of personality. Is a personality we like? ... less certain. But there’s a lot of character. 
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27. Patch- One Hundred and One Dalmatians There’s a reason he got his own movie: he has a design that’s distinct enough to be marketable star power!
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26. Einstein- Oliver and Company Is he the most famous cartoon Great Dane? No. But would he beat Scooby Doo at the AKC National Dog Show? Without a doubt.  Link to Part 2- the top 25!
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hchollym · 3 years ago
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Everyone always has ideas about Percy almost being put in another house and asking/begging to be in Gryffindor instead but I’ve always liked it being more of the opposite.
Percy being perfect for Gryffindor but he doesn’t see it. He’d much rather be in another house, probably Ravenclaw, maybe Hufflepuff. Why? Because he knows he’s not like the rest of his family. He knows he’s not what you’d expect of a Gryffindor. He knows he’ll probably be bullied and teased.
But if he’s in another house like Ravenclaw? Sure people would be surprised at first but soon enough it’ll make sense, he’s always the odd Weasley out so of course he’s in another house. At least it’s not Slytherin people would say.
I fully believe Percy would get into an argument with the hat and have a list of reasons why he shouldn’t be in Gryffindor, not realizing that while he would fit in all other houses what he’s doing is why he’s a Gryffindor.
Just, something about being proud of your accomplishments and being ambitious constantly being seen as not Gryffindor gets me upset so I’ve decided hey what if all of that tied in with his personality is why he’s a Gryffindor. (People never doubt Hermione and yet she and him are rather alike)
Hmm, this is interesting. I said in this post that out of all the Houses, Percy has the most characteristics (good and bad) of Gryffindor, but I've never considered the idea that Percy wanted to be in another House.
It's certainly possible, though I do think Percy had some insecurities about not being like the rest of his family, so I personally believe he would have preferred to stay in Gryffindor. He may not have felt like he belonged, but I don't necessarily think he wanted to go somewhere else.
Regardless, I definitely think you're right about the personality traits of Gryffindors. Gryffindors are arrogant (it's one of their most common characteristics), so being proud of your accomplishments 100% fits with that. Most of the Gryffindor characters we see are arrogant - the only difference is that Percy brags about his academic and career accomplishments instead of things like Quidditch or beating someone else (in an argument, fight, with a hex, etc.).
As for ambition, many of the Gryffindor students (past and present) were ambitious in some way or another, so it's ridiculous how much s^&t Percy gets for it. Fred & George were preparing to open their own business before they even graduated, Oliver was attempting to be a professional Quidditch player, Dumbledore was preparing to take over the world (literally - see his interactions with Gellert), etc. How is Percy wanting a decent career un-Gryffindor-like? 🙄
So yes, Percy definitely has the characteristics of being a Gryffindor, and anyone who doesn't see that wasn't really paying attention.
Thanks for the comment! 😊
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knuffled · 3 years ago
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not so bad - chapter 3
hope y’all like the chapter! reblogs are greatly appreciated!
ao3 link 
Sally’s was an old haunt for the East Summers women’s soccer team. At least once a month, the entire team would swarm inside after practice, ordering ten whole pizzas at a time. Annabeth felt like she knew the place by heart: the squeak of the peeling linoleum floor under her Converses, the smell of melting mozzarella and tomatoes, and the crackle of old Italian crooners playing over the speakers inside. On more than one occasion, the team would burst into a rousing rendition of “New York, New York” because it was the only song they recognized. It was in those moments when Annabeth would smile and sing along that she was reminded life didn’t incessantly suck all the time.
The team piled in after a particularly rough scrimmage they had against their rivals. The bruises on Annabeth’s calves told a miserable tale. She always hated playing them because of how their defenders seemed to enjoy hacking away at anything that moved. They were clever about it too, making sure the ref wasn’t looking so they wouldn’t draw fouls. She found herself rubbing at the bruises in a futile attempt to ease the pain, a grimace on her face.
Once everyone was seated, Annabeth stood up with a groan and addressed the group. “Alright, we’re getting the standard four cheese, two pepperoni, two sausage and olive, and two jalapeño and pineapple for those of us with good taste. Sound good?”
Her pineapple comment drew a couple eye rolls, but they all knew better than to shit talk pineapple as a pizza topping in her presence. The pizzeria was more crowded than usual so they had to wait for a waiter to come take their order, but a few minutes later someone stopped by.
“Sorry about that. Little busier tonight than usual. Now, what’ll you be having?”
Annabeth turned to look and realized it was Percy. Her throat went a little dry at the sight of him. He was wearing a black shirt beneath a navy apron with the pizzeria’s logo and a pair of blue jeans. His arrival killed off all conversation as everyone stared at him uneasily. If the attention bothered him, Percy didn’t show it. Instead, he was focused on Annabeth.
It took a second for Annabeth to regain her wits and tell him their order. Percy jotted it down on his notepad and made for the kitchen. Once he was gone, the atmosphere amongst the team thawed, and a few of the girls giggled nervously.
“Holy shit, that was Percy Jackson, right?”
“He works here now?”
“He scares the shit out of me.”
“Honestly? I think he’s kinda hot.”
The last comment caught everyone’s attention, including Annabeth’s. It was a sophomore named Ellie, and she went beet red at the sudden scrutiny.
“You’re insane, Ellie,” Melanie said, scoffing. “A guy like that is trouble.”
“Yeah, definitely the type to beat his girlfriend.”
Annabeth found her hands balling into fists at that comment, but she held her tongue.
Ellie must have felt the need to defend herself because she said, “C’mon, none of you are into that whole brooding, sexy bad boy thing he’s got going on?”
That got a few reluctant chimes of agreement, but Annabeth felt uncomfortable with the whole conversation. She stood up under the pretense of going to the bathroom and locked herself inside for a while. Honestly, she shouldn’t have been as bothered by her teammates comments as she was, but after Percy’s help at the party she couldn’t just sit there and listen. Annabeth kind of hated herself for not standing up for him and saying something. Although she barely knew him, Annabeth just knew in her bones that Percy wasn't the abusive type.
With a sigh, she left the bathroom before her teammates started wondering what she was doing, but Percy was standing outside, leaned against the wall.
A small smile danced on his lips. “Just when I was about to knock to see if you were having explosive diarrhea.”
Annabeth barked a laugh. “Don’t be such an ass.”
“You kind of deserve a little shit after that pineapple on pizza comment,” Percy said, shrugging.
Annabeth raised an eyebrow and said, “Trust me, Jackson, that’s a fight you won’t win.”
Percy pushed off the wall and stepped towards her. “If it’s a fight, I’d say my chances are pretty good. After all, haven’t you heard? I’m a very dangerous person.”
His sudden closeness made warmth blossom in her stomach. “Do I look scared to you?”
Percy locked eyes with her, like he was waiting for her to crack. When she didn’t, Annabeth caught his mouth curve up into the ghost of a smile before he stepped back.
“Willing to die on the pineapple on pizza hill, huh? I can respect that. Of course, like any good Italian-American boy would tell you, that makes you an absolute nut-case, but I can still respect the conviction.”
That got a laugh out of her. “I didn’t know you worked here.”
“Oh, I don’t,” Percy said. “Ma just asked me to help tonight because they were understaffed.”
Annabeth blinked. “Your mom?”
“Yeah, Sally Jackson. You know, like the name of the store,” Percy said casually.
“I had no idea,” Annabeth said, shaking her head. “Tell your mom I said she makes the best pizza I’ve ever had.”
“Why don’t you tell her yourself?”
Annabeth frowned. “What?”
“Trust me, she’ll be so happy to hear that,” Percy said, waving for her to follow him.
With a great deal of trepidation, Annabeth followed Percy into the kitchens where a dark-haired woman was throwing pizza dough in the air, forming it into an oblong disk. Percy pressed a kiss to her cheek, which drew a smile out of her.
“I thought you were supposed to be out front?” she said in an accusatory tone.
“I know, but there’s someone here to see you, Ma,” Percy said. “This is Annabeth Chase. Our school valedictorian and captain of the soccer team.”
Sally smiled and said, “It’s nice to meet you, dear. This is the first time I’ve met one of Percy’s school friends.”
Annabeth offered a smile as well and said, “I was just telling Percy that you make the best pizza I’ve ever tasted, and he said you’d want to hear that in person.”
“He’s right about that,” Sally laughed. “That’s very sweet of you, Annabeth. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Annabeth said. “I’ll, um, get out of your hair now. I know you’re super busy and stuff.”
“It was good to meet you, honey!” Sally said.
Percy lead her back out to the restaurant, but he seemed uncharacteristically subdued. She was about to ask him about it when he gave her a sheepish glance.
“Thanks for not correcting her back there,” Percy mumbled.
“About what?”
Percy rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his shoes. “You know, when she assumed you were a school friend.”
Annabeth furrowed her brow. “Why would I have corrected her? We are friends.”
Percy looked up in surprise. “Really?”
The surprise and reverence in his voice tugged at Annabeth’s heartstrings. She wasn’t trying to be nice but it hadn’t occurred to her until just then that she was probably the first person to ever call him a friend.
“Yes really, you dork,” Annabeth said.
Percy’s face melted as a genuine yet shy smile blossomed across his face. “Thanks, Annabeth. That- that really means a lot.”
Annabeth didn’t know what to say so tried for a nonchalant shrug, butterflies in her stomach, but a moment later Percy’s smile faded in favor of something more guarded.
“But are you sure? You know what you’re getting into, right? What they say about me?” Percy said carefully.
“Of course I’m sure,” Annabeth said immediately. “You’re a good person.”
Percy looked at her warily. “You barely know me.”
“I know enough,” Annabeth said defiantly.
For a few seconds, Percy silently locked eyes with her before he shook his head with a smile. “You’re crazier than I thought.”
“Really? Pineapple on pizza wasn’t enough to tip you off?” Annabeth teased.
The sound of his laugh had her ducking her head to hide a smile. He was about to say something more when someone called for him from the kitchen. Percy shot her an apologetic look, but Annabeth waved him off and waited for him to leave before she stopped holding back the smile threatening to break across her face. She waited there, outside the kitchen door, a little longer before she made her way back to her teammates.
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anxious-alien-overlord · 2 years ago
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Here I am posting twice in one day! Oops! 🤪
So I need to get something off my chest, I’m pretty forgiving when it comes to book to movie adaptations, because I get that movies and books are different medias and all that jazz which is why there are only 3 movies that I don’t like which are based on books.
1. Miss Peregrines Home for Peculiar Children
For context here, here is a lovely work of art that is not mine and all credit should go to whoever made this, that shows how the characters are in the book.
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Now you might saying “But oh! Olive has the fire powers not Emma.” And there you would be wrong, and no Olive doesn’t get with Enoch they didn’t switch that, Olive was a little girl in the books. Anyway all I want to say is there could have been more adapted and these books really don’t lend themselves to a sort of family friendly kids movie adaptation because..
The fucking Hollowgasts are brutal, Jacob nearly gets pushed off of a roof by his “friend,” Enoch’s ability was not just animating dead things like a puppet they actually came back and were super terrifying, and the reason why they keep Victors body is a little more morbid. All I am saying is that this book was a lot more mature and could have been easily adapted for older audiences.
2. The BFG
Now I love the BFG, as in the book, I think it’s cute it’s funny and it has a pretty straightforward story. I didn’t like the movie. The only thing that irks me is I don’t really know why? It seems pretty faithful to the book and while there are certain things I don’t like, like how in the movie it’s implied that the BFG had a few other kids live with him before Sophie came along which isn’t right, I don’t really know why I dislike it so much. Maybe I just do, and that’s okay. Maybe I’ll watch it again and get back to you.
3. Percy Jackson and The Lightening Thief
Okay maybe this one is a little obvious because a lot of people hate this movie but I don’t necessarily hate it? I just dislike it. There are a few things it gets right, and a lot it gets wrong, and the aging up of Percy Jackson I think is okay but it would have been better if he was 12 like in the book. You get more of sense of “this kid shouldn’t be doing this” then you do with the practically adult actors in the movie. Also Percy, Annabeth, and Grover go through a lot of bullshit and Percy talks to a whole ass zebra in the book. So yeah I would have liked to see that.
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lottiebagley · 4 years ago
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Stuck in the middle- Oliver Wood
You know what she said to me? She said, "You're a player, aren't you? And I bet you got hoes" I said, "You don't know me like that I just go with the flow, oh, oh"
Oliver Wood was a confident boy. He knew he was good looking, he knew he was talented, he knew he was smart, he knew he was charming, most importantly he knew almost all the girls in school wanted him. All of this combined gave him his natural flirty manner. He was the kind of boy to send girls winks across classrooms, to tease them with a flirty smirk the first time he meets them, to never see the same girl more than a handful of times.
She seemed to be the one girl he couldn't get. She was beautiful and smart and kind and funny. She was the girl every boy fancied. She was the one girl he wanted to take home over summer break, to fall in love with, to be with.
They'd been friendly since first year, having always had mutual friends. She'd always been pretty and as an anxious 11 year old he had never had the nerve to talk to her so they'd smiled in the corridor. He made the quidditch team and with that his confidence grew, he finally had the nerve to start talking to girls in a romantic way by 3rd years but she was always just a little out of his league.
In 4th year it began. A tension over them constantly that drove their friends insane. They would flirt constantly, they would steal glances when the other wasn't looking but they never actually made a move. She always thought it was a joke, she didn't let herself think for even a second he could be serious. She didn't want to end up just another one of Oliver Wood's dates crying too their friends in the bathroom because he didn't ask them on a second date. He thought there was no chance on god's green earth she liked him back, he flirted with her constantly and yet she never took him seriously, he couldn't drop anymore hints.
"There's the most beautiful girl in the whole school," Oliver calls, watching as she enters the corridor he was standing in, his attention drawn from the twins who he had been chatting with.
"Hi boys," She grin to the three friends, "How was your summer?" She directs the question to the twins. Having already made flirty chit chat with Oliver the evening before.
"Quite alright, flew that car Ron and Harry arrived in to surrey and back," George grins excitedly
"Shit! how was it?" She asks, chatter between the three take overs and Oliver watches with a smirk and a lovestruck look in his eyes. Taking in her tight school shirt and short skirt, the way her Gryffindor tie hangs loose around her neck and her knee heigh socks make his mouth water a little. He watches the way her eyes light up with excitement, the way she tilts her head back when she laughs, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear.
"I should get going, don't wanna be late to the first class of the year," She smiles
"Of course, see you at practice later," Fred grins
"I'll walk you to class," Oliver offers, pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning on. She turns to him with a small smile and almost looks like she's going to accept his offer before the smile switches to a smirk
"Shouldn't you be walking Kirsty to class? or Mille? Or Hannah? Or Ellie? Or"
"Okay, I get the point," Oliver groans
"You have plenty of girls Oli, you don't need me,"
"But your my favourite," He smirks, she smiles, an overly sweet smile
"That's a shame for you," She grins, shooting him a wink before turning and striding down the corridor.
"Hard luck mate," George chuckles, clapping his hand around a disgruntled looking Oliver's shoulder.
She said, "You can't fool me like that You're gonna leave me on read" I said, "Why don't you try me on out I know you wanna be friends"
"We're friends right?" Oliver's voice questions as he plops himself down on the loveseat she's sat in. She looks up from the book she had been reading to look at him
"What are you trying to trick me into saying?" She questions
"No tricks," He assures, raising his hands in surrender
"I would label us friendly acquaintances," She shrugs, he nods pausing for a second to think "Careful there Oliver, I can see the cogs turning in your head,"
"I think we should be friends," He announces
"And why is that?" She questions
"Well, we have been in the same friend group since we were 11-"
"It's a big friend group,"
"But it's the same one. We play quidditch on the same team and I like being around you so I think we should be friends,"
"I know you Oliver Wood. I see the way you  behave. You flirt with girls, make them feel super comfortable around you, you ask them out on a date and then you never talk to them again. So no, I don't want to be your friend just so you can start ignoring me and feel like you won," She retaliates
"Okay. I know my reputation with girls kind of makes me seem like a prick,"
"More than kind of,"
"I really do want to be friends with you though. I think we could get on great,"
"Okay fine. Friends," She agrees, he smiles brightly, a grin that makes her heart warm a little.
"Friends," He confirms
But friends turn into sleepovers And sleepovers turn into love Love turns into jealousy And now we both fucked up
In the two months that follow the two become close. They have a lot in common and it's easy to spend time together. He makes her laugh and she can't help the butterflies in her stomach when he smiles at her.
"Percy Weasley wants to kill you," She announces, bursting into his captains office, he looks up from the papers on his desk with a smile that makes her melt
"Cute PJs," He teases, she rolls her eyes, entering the room fully and closing the door behind her.
"You're lucky to get to see me in such a great outfit," She taunts, he lets his eyes fall up and down her body. Taking in her fluffy pj bottoms and large sweater, the outfit complete with a pair of koala slippers. He would swear on his own life that she looked beautiful.
"That I am," He grins, watching as she gets comfy on the sofa in the corner of the office "Why does dear old Percy want to kill me?" He asks, standing from his chair and crossing the room to sit next to her. He tries to push away the thought that anyone else interrupting him when he was trying to plan practices would infuriate him, that anybody else barging into his office without knocking would make his blood boil. Tries not to think about how every minute he spends with her makes him want her more.
"So I went into your dorm, which in itself is some weird trigger for him, obviously you weren't there but he thought you were in my dorm and so he had a fit about you being out past curfew and so I ran away cause his screeching gives me a headache,"
"Any reason you were visiting my dorm?" Oliver smirks, wiggling her eyebrows and laughing when she shoves his shoulder lightly.
"Just wanted a chat. Couldn't sleep," She answers honestly. She isn't quite sure why even a few hours without seeing him makes her miss him so much. He pauses for a second, not sure how to respond and she starts talking again, uncomfortable with the silence after admitting to that "You shouldn't stay out here so late, you need to sleep more," She instructs. He smiles at her, rolling his eyes before glancing sighing, deciding to ignore her statement.
"I'm glad it was me you wanted to see. That you couldn't sleep and I'm the one you wanted," He speaks quietly like  the words are just for her even though no one else is there. It makes her heart skip a beat and she scolds herself for being so weak around him.
"Can I tell you a secret Oli?"
"Anything angel," He grins, subconsciously they're moving closer and closer to each other, a weird need to feel the other person's body pressed to there's.
She thinks for a second that she's going to regret what she's about to say. But one look at his hair that's messy from him running his hand through it, at his tired and lazy smile, at his eyes that shine despite the dim lighting erases all the doubt in her mind.
"I always want to see you. Recently, it's like two minutes away from you is too much," She admits. Glancing at the ground to avoid seeing his reaction.
He feels his heart skip a beat, reaching his hand out to cup her jaw, moving her head gently to force her to look at him. He thinks that in that moment if he doesn't kiss her he will regret it forever and so he leans in slowly, she flutters her eyes close and he is so close he can feel her breath fan across his face
"Baby! There you are,"
They both jump apart at the sound of a new voice and the door bursting open. Oliver wants to tell Kirsty Stevenson to fuck off. She shouldn't barge into his office. More importantly she's just ruined everything. He was going to kiss her and he was almost certain she wouldn't have pushed him away.
"What do you want?" He snaps, not bothering to look at her. Instead looking at the girl in front of him and watching how she seemed to sink into herself, seemed to recoil away from him, sees the hurt flash in her eyes.
"You were supposed to be meeting me outside my common room," Kirsty chimes.
She looks like she'd put in an effort. Her hair curled and makeup done, a short skirt and a low cut top for the midnight date.
"I'll go," The girl mumbles, standing up and leaving the room before Oliver can stop her.
He's quick to rush out after her, leaving a confused Kirsty in his wake.
"Angel! Wait! Please can we talk? I don't want to argue with you!" He's calling after her as he jogs to catch up to her fast walk. Gently grabbing her hand in his.
She stops and turns to look at him but tugs her hand out of his. Oliver sighs, they were relatively touchy despite being only friends and normally she would happily let Oliver hold her hand.
"I'm sorry, I never meant for that to happen," He speaks genuinely
"It's fine Oliver," He cringes a little, she hadn't called him Oliver in weeks.  "Honestly, maybe it's a good thing. I mean we are just friends and we shouldn't have been about to kiss. I said that we were just friends for this very reason and I shouldn't have considered that changing. Don't be sorry you are totally in your right to be having dates and girls and all of that. It's fine. I'm fine. We are fine," She rants, he watches as she scrunches her face as she talks like she's trying to stop herself from crying. "Get back to Kirsty. I'll see you around," She adds.
She turns to walk away and he wants more than anything to follow but knows it's the last thing she wants.
'Cause we're stuck in the middle of lovers and friends (Lovers and friends) And we're losing every part of the benefits (Losing benefits) You hurt me more than I ever knew (Than I ever knew)
But it's shitty 'cause I'm doing the same to you
Oliver feels his blood boil. He's sat at a table in the three broomsticks with two of his close friends, Max and Harvey his eyes fixed on the girl a few tables away.
"So, you finally going to tell us why there's no date today?" Harvey questions Oliver. They were part of a large friend group, she was in it too, and they were used to Oli spending Hogsmeade trips with whatever girl he felt like.
"Just wasn't feeling it," He shrugs
"So it has nothing to do with Adrian Pucey and his date?" Max teases, eyes moving to see the girl sat under Adrian's arm, both laughing happily.
"Course not," Oliver grunts, the other two boys laughing at him.
Oliver thought what would hurt the most had already happened. Walking up to the girl as she was giggling with some of the other girls in her friend group three days, they had remained friends after the night in his office still talking everyday, he had asked what the girls were so giddy over and his heart had stopped when she announced she had a date with Adrian Pucey.
"But seriously? Pucey of all people?" He questions his friends with a dirty look in the Slytherin boys direction.
"What's wrong with Pucey? Apparently he's a gentleman and all the girls think he's fit," Max shrugs, knowing Oliver's problem with Pucey was that he was not him.
"He's an arse," Oliver argues.
If he thought hearing the boy had asked her out hurt, watching as she laughed at what he was saying and leaned into his touch felt a thousand times worse.
"Maybe you should have worked up the nerve and asked her out rather than occupying yourself with girls you don't even like that much," Harvey points out. Other than Oliver, Harvey was the guy she was closest with. Thinking of his as a brother and he always looked out for her.
"Fucking obviously I should have," Oliver groans.  He looks back to the table and the sight makes him want to die on the spot.
It hurts worse than being knocked off his broom by a bludger. Worse than hearing her all excited about a date with someone else. Worse than watching her blink back tears he caused.
She's sat three tables away, making out with Adrian Pucey.
She said, "Are we exclusive or not?" I said, "What do you wanna do? Seems like you love me a lot" She said, "Can we stop the joking And take me seriously" I said, "I'll try my very best But we'll have to wait and see"
"We need to talk," She demands, barging into the boy dorm. Oliver looks at her in surprise. His hair damp from the shower he just took and a towel hanging low on his hips. He smirks at the way she suddenly becomes distracted by his toned chest before letting out a deep breath and forcing herself to look at him in the eyes again.
He goes to reply but his cut off by Percy "You shouldn't be in here! This is the boys dormitory," The Weasley boy lectures, eyes a sharp glare in her direction
"I need to talk to Oli," She shrugs
"This is kind of a private conversation Percy. Could you leave?"  Oliver adds, the boy scoffing
"No. It's my dorm. You're not having sex in it. Again." Percy groans
"We aren't going to have sex Percy," The girl snaps
"We could if you want," Oliver smirks
"This is a serious conversation," She snaps at him before turning back to the Percy "Please leave?"
"No. I am a prefect. I'll chaperone you to make sure nothing funny happens," He announces, sitting down on his bed.
"Fine. Oliver, what the fuck are we doing?" She questions, turning back to the boy
"I don't know what you mean,"
"Don't play dumb with me. I know you threatened Adrian to stop talking to me because Marcus Flint told me. I don't even care that much because clearly it's not him I want," She rambles a little and Oliver feels his heart glowing at the insinuation it's him that she wants. "But you can't ruin all my options and then be seeing a million girls yourself,"
"I know," He admits
"So?" She questions. He sighs, he knows that she's who he wants. That no one else could ever come close to her and yet he can't bring himself to say any of this. Oliver Wood was not the boyfriend type.
"I don't know,"
"That's fine. Just think about it and let me know," She seems dejected and he feels guilty. She'd barged in expecting this to go very differently. He nods, wishing he could find his voice and tell her he didn't need to think. He knew he wanted her. And yet he couldn't bring himself to do it.
She slips out of the room silently and Oliver groans, throwing his head back in frustration.
"You're stupid," Percy comments
"Yeah. I know,"
'Cause talks turn into sleepless nights And sleepless nights turn into love Love turns into impatience And now we both fucked up
He finds himself unable to sleep for what feels like the millionth night in a row but is actually only a week. Pulling his duvet off his body and heading into the common room. He's surprised to see a figure sat on the sofa, his confusion growing when he realises it's her.
"It's late," He comments. It had been a week since she asked him to work out what he wanted and they had spoken a little but no where near as much as normal and only in a group setting. It was like before and they both hated it.
"Can't sleep," She shrugs, staring into the dying fire.
"How long?" He questions, he knew she had problems falling to sleep sometimes and that they were usually a phase
"Couple of days. It's annoying. We have a match tomorrow and I just know I'll be exhausted,"
"You'll still play great. You always do," He compliments, still lingering a few feet away.
"You can sit if you want," She offers, seemingly loosing all her confidence when she quickly follows it with "You don't have too, obviously. Like if you're going out or something,"
"I'd like to," He assures, sitting down next to her on the sofa. A comfortable silence settles over them for a few minutes.
"Why're you up so late?" She questions
"I'm thinking. Can't turn my brain off,"
"Well, it isn't used to the whole thinking thing," She teases, he rolls his eyes, shoving her side lightly. His laugh dying in the air when his whole body seems to wake up at the feeling of her.
"I'm not a boyfriend kind of guy,"
"I know," She nods, letting out a sigh "I wish I could be some one who could do a casual thing cause I want you and I just-" she cuts herself off with a sigh. He nods, understanding exactly what she meant.
"I want so badly to say I'll make it work but I don't want to hurt you," He explains. She nods slowly.
"One kiss? Just to see what it could have been?" She questions, he smiles gently.
His lips feel warm against her and they fit together perfectly. His kiss feels like coming home and having her right there with him, having her lips on his makes Oliver feel whole. He knows he's being stupid, to not let himself have her but the last thing he wants is to hurt her and he doesn't trust himself to not hurt her.
He pulls her closer, without breaking their lips apart for even a second, until she's straddling his hips. His hands holding  her as close to him as humanly possible as her hand in his hair.
She pulls away breathless and Oliver doesn't ever want it to end.
"One day, I really hope I get to do that again," He admits
Got me stuck in the middle of lovers and friends And we're losing every part of the benefits You hurt me more than I ever knew But it's shitty 'cause I'm doing the same to you
She's hungover. Her head pounding and a sense of nausea settled in her stomach. They won the quidditch match and with victory comes a party and with a party comes a nasty hangover.
She rolled out of bed mid afternoon and trudged to an old classroom that is never used anymore that her friend group often hang out in. Grabbing a book to read while she's there.
Old desks had been charmed into sofa's and the group was so large they could rarely all find seats together in the common room and had students from other houses in, having a little room to themselves was just easier.
"There she is," Harvey grins, moving to make space next to him on a sofa, she gladly takes the seat, and shoots him a smile.
She joins in the discussion of the night before, allowing her best friend to force her to drink plenty of water. She certainly wasn't the worst hangover present but it would still do her a load of good.
Oliver enters the room a while later, a look she can't place on his face. His eyes scan the room before they land on her and he sighs, shooting her a sorry looking smile before settling in a seat on the other side of the room. She wonders for a second why he's chosen to sit so far away, lately they always seemed to sit together.
Her question is answered within seconds "So, how was your evening Wood?" Max teases from his arm chair
"Good," Oliver nods, trying not to draw any attention to himself, wishing the conversation would move on
"Oh come on. Where's the details? You hooked up with Riley Adams, she's fit," Max starts rambling about the Ravenclaw girl from the year above but to the girl the world seems silent.
She feels her heart break a little. She has no right to be angry. He told her he couldn't be in a relationship and she respected that.
But she wanted him. In every sense of the word. Having to hear he was sleeping around made her want to cry and his guilty eyes avoiding looking at her didn't make it better. Neither did her friends sympathetic smiles or Harvey telling Max to shut up.
The conversation is moved along quickly to something unrelated and she's standing up. Wanting to be as far away from Oliver Wood as possible, her best friend quick to follow her.
Stuck in the middle Stuck in the middle with you Stuck in the middle Stuck in the middle with you
Oliver finds himself missing her instantly.
Two weeks without speaking to her makes him feel like he's going insane.
He sees her in class. At practice. Hanging out in the same group.
So close he could make everything normal. Could talk to her. Could have her back in his life.
Every time he tries to, every time he approaches her between classes, tries to talk to her, tries to tell her that he knows he is stupid and that he wants her and nothing will ever change that and he wants to think with his heart and not his penis. That he knows he can trust himself to be a loyal and good boyfriend because fucking hell she was already his priority in life. She made his world turn and without her nothing made any sense. She walks away.
She avoids him like the plague.
Never allowing him close enough to talk to her.
He watched from afar as she seems heart broken. He watches as she seems like she hasn't slept in weeks. As she blinks back tears when a girl talks to him, not knowing he sends them all away as fast as he possibly can.
He misses her and he knows she misses him but she won't let him close enough to do anything about it.
Because fights turn into making up And making up turns into love Love turns into forever And that scares both of us
When he finally gets her alone he is absolutely adamant he is not going to let her slip through his fingers again.
"I was wrong" He states, standing in the doorway to the quidditch changing rooms with a look of determination in his eyes.
She turns around, only clad in sports shorts and a Gryffindor jumper and god he thinks she's an angel in front of him.
"I was wrong for a really long time. I was wrong to sleep with Riley when all I wanted was you. I was wrong to compare them all to you like they ever came close. I was wrong to think I'd be a shit boyfriend to you. Because I wouldn't. I would be a fucking incredible boyfriend because I would be doing it for you. I'd be the kind of guy who walks you to every class, who brings you flowers, who makes sure you're drinking enough water. I'd be the kind of guy who doesn't even think for a second about anyone else because you're it. You are all that matters to me. I'm scared to commit myself to someone because I never did but I never did because I've wanted you for so long and before now you were never an option. But you are now, at least I hope you are. And I would choose you a million times because it's everything to me. I know that I've hurt you and you've hurt me and it's been a lot but I want you and I pray that you want me back,"
"No sleeping with anyone else? No weird in between?"
"No, not for a second more,"
She walks towards him, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down to her and lips on his in an instant.
None of it mattered anymore. Because he wanted her and that's all she ever needed.
'Cause we're stuck in the middle of lovers and friends And we're losing every part of the benefits You hurt me more than I ever knew But it's shitty 'cause I'm doing the same to you
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Talk to me, please! [Oliver Wood x Reader] - Requested
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Title: Talk to me, please! Pairing: Oliver Wood x Slytherin!Female!Reader Word count: 4.2k Published: 8 October, 2020 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Warning: Swearing Notes: I got this request from @leeayda04​ and I just loved writing it <3 Now I didn’t know if I was supposed to write male or female, therefore I went with female, but do let me know if you want me to change it.  Summary: After your fight with Oliver, you decide to make him suffer a little. Unfortunately things slowly get out of hand and you don’t know how to turn things around, before you lose him. Request: [x]
“Hey! I was wondering if you can make a one shot where oliver is dating reader the popular charming slytherin and he kept forgetting about thier date that make reader furious and end up having a big fight where reader gave him silent treatment” - @leeayda04​
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Oliver was a sweetheart. The sweetest boyfriend you have ever had. He always made sure to shower you with his love, he held onto your hand as if he never wanted to let go, he hid face in the crook of your neck just to feel a tad bit closer. If you didn’t stop him, he would have screamed to the whole Great Hall how much he loved you.
You were quite popular, and Oliver prided himself in calling you his, only his. You have had quite a few people around you who wished the two of you would break up already, wanting a chance with you finally, but you two were way too in love to care.
There were some Gryffindors who whispered behind your back, and grimaced at the sight of you together, but he ignored the disgusted looks he got for being in a relationship with you, a Slytherin, because he adored you more than he thought he could show.
Whilst he was indeed the best boyfriend in your eyes before, things have changed recently. To the worst.
You were sitting in Madam Puddifoot’s tea shop, your eyes wandering towards the door every couple of seconds. Your eyes shot up as you heard the bell above the door each time it opened, but he was never the one to step into the shop.
You looked at your muggle watch, which you got from Oliver for your 17th birthday. You furrowed your brows as you realised he has been late for over an hour already. You heaved a deep sigh, storm of thoughts swirling around in your head. You placed the leftover of your cup of tea on the top of the saucer, before standing up, placing your jacket over your shoulders and leaving the café behind.
You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, you wanted to tell him what an ignorant boyfriend he has become, but you just couldn’t form the words you wanted to say. Until now. The tightening feeling in your chest, the little ball in your throat made your jaw clench. You shouldn’t have felt as if you have gotten used to this feeling. You were angered by Oliver’s behaviour. He has always been the kindest, sweetest boyfriend you ever had, but recently the boy had been everywhere but beside you.  
It was not the first time he didn’t appear on your date, nor the second or third. You have warned him on numerous occasions, but the boy seemed to prioritise everything, but you. His excuses were always the same. He got busy, he had an extra quidditch practice, he had to study. It was getting tiring and you couldn’t swallow it anymore, it was too much.
You strutted towards the Gryffindor common room, your steps loud and hurried against the concrete ground. You expected the stairs to go on about their way and make it harder for you to get to the boy, they were moody after all, but everything seemed way too smooth as if you were supposed to let your anger out on the boy.
You barely reached the Gryffindor common room, a student just leaving, the door still opened behind him. You quickly stood in front of it, sliding through the hole, immediately facing your boyfriend’s laughing form on the couch.
Oliver was seated on a sofa in front of the fireplace, the Weasley twins seated on his right side, whilst each Percy and Lee occupied an armchair for themselves.
“Khm.” You cleared your throat to get Oliver’s attention, but he didn’t seem to hear you. Fred looked at you first, followed by his brother George. You found it easy to make a difference between them, you have been around them for far too long.
It wasn’t a good relationship at the beginning, but slowly they started to warm up to you, even if they still enjoyed teasing you here and there. However, looking at the deathly glare you projected at them, they knew better than to try anything.
Fred nudged Oliver’s shoulder who was in a conversation with Percy. You didn’t really concentrate on what they were talking about, you only caught a couple of words about lessons and exams. Oliver looked at Fred with a raised brow, before he followed his eyes, finding you staring at him with a stern look, raised brows and folded arms in front of your chest.
“Love, what are you doing here?” He asked nonchalantly, making you frown at the clueless boy.
“I think that should be my question.” You hissed in anger. “You shouldn’t be here, instead you should have been with me in Hogsmeade.”
“Oh, for Godric’s sake, I forgot, love. I’m so sorry. I will grab my coat and we can go.” He shot up from his seat heading towards the male dormitory, but your voice stopped him.
“Oh, no you don’t. I was waiting for you over an hour, Oliver.” You groaned and he flinched as he heard his name. You didn’t use it often, nor did he use yours. You preferred calling each other in all kinds of endearing pet names. “This is not even the first time.”
“I’m sorry, okay?” He spoke as he turned around and started walking towards you.
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Wood.” You hissed, your jaw clenching in anger. He flinched once again, realising that the conversation was going to get heated very quickly.
“Maybe we should go somewhere private, love.” He tried to convince you, but you didn’t listen. If anything, you got even more worked up.
“Don’t call me, love and don’t try to tell me what to do!” You groaned as you stepped back from him. “Are you scared that people will realise what a shitty boyfriend you can be? Because that’s what you have been recently. At first, I understood, you are the captain of the quidditch team after all, sure you have some obligations, but it has started becoming a thing where you completely forget about me.” You didn’t even realise when you raised your voice, but at this point you didn’t even mind. You were way too upset with the boy.
“I didn’t mean to, I promise. I’m so sorry.” His guilty expression and apologetic look made you want to step closer and pull him in for a hug, but you stopped yourself. He has promised you so many times already that he would pay more attention, but recently his words meant nothing to you.
“How many times are you going to apologise? I can’t even take your words seriously anymore.”
“What?” He grimaced at your words. “What else do you want me to say? I fucked up, I apologised.” It was his turn to raise his voice this time, his Scottish accent thickening as his anger rose.
“But you keep fucking up non-stop, Wood. It’s not once or twice! You have left me; you have forgotten about me on numerous occasions. How long do I have to keep accepting your apologies when you keep repeating the same mistakes over and over again? I’m tired, Oliver.” You groaned, your tone irritated, still slightly breaking after each word.
“I don’t understand you. I told you, I’m under constant stress. We need to win the Quidditch cup, we have to focus on all the extra practices, I have to get ready for the exams, I literally am non-stop studying. I can’t always hang around you when you ask.” You have heard all his excuses before, they weren’t anything new, but the idea of you asking him to hang around you, got you worked up.
“I’m in my 7th year too. I have as much responsibilities as you do and if anything, it’s not even me who initiates to meet up, but you, so then you can completely forget about it. What do you think how it feels when your boyfriend keeps promising sweet little dates, but attends to none?” You shook your head as you exhaled deeply. “If you continue like this, you will be single before you even realise it.” You huffed.
“What?” His eyes shot up, capturing your stern gaze. His jaw hang law in surprise, his eyes wider than ever. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You will have to figure that out, Oliver.” You shook your head as you turned around and left the stunned boy behind. You expected him to come after you, to try to stop you, to try to talk to you, but he didn’t even move. He stood in the Gryffindor common room with the same shocked expression across his face as he watched the portrait hole, whilst you headed towards the dungeon, knowing you would cry the night away.
You barely arrived at your dormitory, you threw the door open and flopped down on your bed. You wanted to scream, you wanted to be angry, but instead teardrops after teardrops ran down your cheeks, heart-wrenching sobs left your lungs.
The thought of losing Oliver hurt like hell. You loved the boy more than you thought you would ever love someone, but you couldn’t put yourself through so much pain all the time. His ignorance hurt you and you just couldn’t do this to yourself anymore.
You weren’t sure if you wanted to break up with him or if you just needed some break from him to try and figure things out on your own, but you were certain that you needed to concentrate on yourself now. Only on you.
As the morning came, you woke up with bloodshot eyes, each accompanied by small puffy bags under them. Your headache was pounding hard against your skull, making you groan. You got yourself out of bed, dragging yourself over to the bathroom, almost stumbling back as you recognised your reflection in the mirror.
“Really? This is how I look because of some stupid boy? I’m pathetic.” You scoffed at the sight of you, scolding yourself. You were always a strong person, always there to support others. The sight of your pale skin, pain-filled expression and swollen cheeks gave you an encouraging kick in your backside. You were having none of this. You were stronger than to let yourself go over someone who didn’t seem to care about you.
You finished your morning routine, dressed into your uniform and walked back to your room. You halted as you felt all 3 pairs of eyes studying you with a worried look. Pansy walked up to you first, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“We heard you last night.” She said with a sympathetic look. The girl wasn’t an angel per se, but you could always rely on her. She wasn’t a social person, but those who were close to her could enjoy all the benefits her friendship included, which meant she was to kill for those she cared about, almost literally.
“Thank you for worrying about me, Pansy, but I’m fine. Things just got a bit harder recently, but I’m good.” You explained with a reassuring smile. She knew the story back and forth, but she also knew you. You didn’t have to say much, she understood that you were dealing with it on your own. She nodded in response, before she took her wand out and pointed it in your face. “Hey.” You stepped back abruptly, but she chuckled at your behaviour.
“Calm down, I don’t think you want to go out like that.” She grinned at your unappealing look. You rolled your eyes and let her perform some easy spells. As she finished, you turned around to look into the mirror beside the door and you couldn’t stop a little smile from crawling up on your lips. “Not bad, huh?” Pansy winked with a proud smirk.
“Don’t get too cocky, I’m naturally good looking.” You scoffed, before your smile turned into a playful grin.
“Right, Ms. Confidence. Let’s get some food into your system.” She shook her head as she started pushing you out the door, your other two roommates following behind.
You walked up to the Great Hall, Pansy talking about Draco Malfoy for the umpteenth time. The girl was smitten, and Draco knew about it, but he seemed to be rather ignorant towards her. You never dared to voice it to Pansy, deep down she knew, but it felt good for her to crush over someone.
As you reached the Great Hall, you immediately headed towards the Slytherin table, taking a seat beside Pansy, who decided to sit next to Draco. You chuckled at the two. Draco rolled his eyes, very obviously wishing for the girl’s disappearance, whilst Pansy just chuckled happily enjoying the boy’s mere presence. They were definitely a comical pair, but it was somewhat helpful, it lightened your mood.
You took a piece of scone from the middle of the table, buttering its top, before you shoved it in your mouth. You enjoyed the sweet taste spreading around your tongue, when you felt a presence beside you. You turned to the side where Oliver decided to take a seat, his eyes eagerly watching you. Your heart sped up, as you saw the hurtful expression he was wearing. You wanted to pull him closer, hid his face in the crook of your neck, just the way he loved it, but you didn’t move. Your logic won over your heart.
“Can we talk?” His tone was weak, almost pleading, but as guilty as you felt, you knew you shouldn’t have. It was all his fault to begin with. You scoffed and turned back to your breakfast, taking another scone and repeating the process. “Love, please.” He reached for your hand, but you just pulled it away. You didn’t look at the boy though, your new game was to pretend that he never even existed. “I’m begging you, please talk to me.” He tried again, his voice breaking your stern wall protecting you, but before you could have given in, Pansy interrupted you.
“Can’t you see she doesn’t want to talk to you? She doesn’t even want to see you, Wood. Now, off you go, your playmates are missing you.” She snarled, clear disgust showing in her voice. She never liked the boy after all, but she did ignore his existence for your sake.
“Y/N-” he started, but Pansy let out an animalistic growl. You had to swallow a laugh that was about erupt from your lungs. You didn’t look at the boy, simply waited for him to leave you be, just like he did so many times before.
He studied your face, waiting hopefully even for just a stolen glance from you, but you never looked at the boy. You didn’t want to, and it irritated you that it took him so long to understand. Finally, he stood up and left your table, heading back to his own.
“Thanks, Pansy.” You smiled sweetly as she nodded in reply and turned back to Draco.
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Days passed by since you have last talked to Oliver. The boy was restless, apologising to you in every corner, declaring his love for you on every occasion. You felt weak against him. You have never kept such a distance between you and whilst you were strong on the outside, you wished nothing but to throw yourself into his arms, enjoying the warmth of his body against you.
Oliver was also at a breaking point. He scolded himself for his ignorance in each and every waking moment. He didn’t know what to do, he felt useless, nothing he has tried worked. You built up a wall between you and he had no idea how to take it down. He knew what an idiot he has been, and he kept beating himself up for it, but he was running out of ideas on how to get you back. 
He couldn’t have known that you were slowly giving in and you couldn’t have known that he was slowly giving up.
Oliver was sitting in Potions, listening to Professor Snape, his complete attention on the teachers. You tried to steal secret glances from the boy, but he didn’t return them. This was the first time he didn’t try to look at you, he didn’t send you apologetic notes, he didn’t ask one of his friends to convince you to talk to him. Were you losing him? Your chest painfully tightened at the thought. You didn’t want to give in to the negativity, it wasn’t lost yet. That wasn’t possible, you wanted to believe.
A piece of scrunched up parchment flew over to your table, your heart jumping in anticipation. You looked at Oliver once again, but he firmly concentrated on his notes, instead of searching for your reaction. You looked down on your table, opening the piece of paper.
I’m guessing Oliver and you are finally over. Go on a date with me, love. I’m sure you would enjoy my company.
Be at the Slytherin common room entrance on Saturday by 11am. I don’t accept a no; we both know it’s been coming.
Marcus
You frowned at the note, a grimace spread across your face. You turned around to look at Marcus Flint, captain of the quidditch team of your house, arch enemy of Oliver. You shook your head in a reply, a silent scoff leaving your lips. As you turned back around, you caught Oliver’s eyes, your heart skipping a beat as your gaze locked. However as quickly as it came, Oliver turned away, not wanting to see you. He was just as hurt as you were.
The week slowly passed by, but Oliver haven’t tried to get close to you again. If anything, it was his turn to ignore you and you didn’t know what to do about it. You wanted to walk up to him and apologise for ignoring him, but your pride was winning over your heart every time.
You sat at your table in the Great Hall, hunched above your lunch, your face hidden behind your palms. You kept heaving deep sighs, Pansy groaning at your annoying behaviour. You tried to ignore the younger girl; she didn’t have enough experience to know how it felt being eaten up by your own stupid thoughts.
You huffed as you pushed your face further into your hands, wanting to disappear. You didn’t expect a hand to grab your arm and pull you up from your place.
“Was I not clear enough?” You stumbled as Marcus pulled on you, his hands painfully wrapped around your arm, surely leaving red marks on the surface of your skin. “It’s past 12pm already. Did you try to stand me up? I think I have clearly told you that I don’t accept a no.” He growled as he started pulling you after him, dragging you out of the Great Hall, numerous pair of eyes on you.
You tried to pull your arm out of his firm grip, but the boy was stronger than you. “I did tell you I didn’t want to go with you.” You groaned as you pulled on your arm again, but your attempt was once again unsuccessful.
“If you haven’t noticed, I wasn’t asking you. We are going on a date.” He hissed in anger as he dragged you after him. You struggled against his hold, before a second hand joined in, holding on to the same arm Marcus lead you by. You looked up to see Oliver, who pulled your arm back, forcing Marcus to let you go.
All of you halted as you massaged your arm, a bright red handprint decorating the surface of your skin. Oliver’s jaw clenched, his gaze full of anger as he watched Marcus with a disgusted grimace.
“What do you think you are doing?” He asked your housemate, his low and firm tone even scaring you for a second.
“I’m taking her on a date.” He hissed, clearly upset about Oliver’s arrival.
“I don’t think so.” He stepped in front of you. You wanted to stand up for yourself, you didn’t want to feel like a damsel in distress, but you were dancing on a thin line and you didn’t dare to risk the last hope he was giving you by helping you out.
“I don’t think you have a say in it, Wood.” He scoffed, clearly annoyed by Oliver’s behaviour.
“She doesn’t seem to want to go with you.” He looked back at you for confirmation and so you shook your head. “I strongly suggest you disappear now, Flint.” He growled, his tone almost animalistic, his voice threatening.
“Why, what are you going to do, huh?” Marcus taunted the boy. You couldn’t see the face Oliver was making, let alone if he has whispered something, but Marcus took a step back, his jaw tightening in anger. “Enjoy yourselves, then.” He spit in anger, before he turned on his heels and left the two of you behind. You frowned at the unexpected events; a confused look spread across your face as you looked up at Oliver.
“You okay?” He asked as he finally looked at you, or your arm at least, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” You replied as you hid your arm behind your back. “Thank you. For helping me.” You offered him a small smile, but he didn’t return it.
He simply nodded. “It’s okay.” He heaved a deep sigh, not knowing what to do, just like you, standing in front of him, not finding the right words. “Well, see you.” He spoke up again, tears pricking your eyes as you realised the most you could muster was an awkward conversation. It slowly started downing on you that your relationship was indeed over with Oliver and when he walked past you, heading back to the Great Hall, it felt like he was walking away for the last time.
You didn’t have the power to turn around, you just watched the floor in front of you, trying to understand when it has all gone bad. You removed an escaped tear from your cheek and sniffled as you tried to get yourself together.
“Y/N?” You heard his voice from further away. You quickly cleared your cheeks and turned around with a fake smile plastered across your face. He heaved a deep sigh, making you wait in anticipation, before he continued. “I know I have done some pretty shitty things, but I never meant to hurt you intentionally, you know that right?” He asked, his gaze filled with guilt.
“I know, you didn’t.” You were struggling against the tears that wanted to escape, but you firmly held them back.
“I know you probably don’t want to see me, nor do you really want to talk to me, but-“ he gulped loudly, trying to find the right words, fearing of pushing you away even further. “when you walked out of the common room, I didn’t believe you were really giving up on us. I really thought we could solve it just like always.” You wanted to scream at him, you wanted to tell him off for thinking you have given up on him. “I’m really sorry for disappointing you.” He gave you a saddened smile.
“I’m sorry for ignoring you.” You blurted out, but you didn’t regret it. “I just thought you would deserve to feel how hard it is to be ignored. I never thought it would actually get this far.” His eyes widened in surprise, but you couldn’t see it, your gaze was fixed on your shoes, drawing random patterns on the ground.
“You didn’t want to break up with me?” He asked, his tone full of hope. Your eyes shot up as you quickly shook your head. “Do you think, maybe we could try again? I know my words don’t weigh much, but I don’t want to give up on us, I really want to show you how much I care about you, how much I love you.” He stepped closer, stopping right in front of you.
“I want to, but I’m scared. You really did hurt me.” You sighed deeply.
“I know, I did.” He whispered, reaching for your hands as he took them into his, caressing the back of your hands with his thumbs. “I promise to pay attention to you more, just like I did before. Being apart made me realise that I want nothing more than being with you.” He confessed, his voice defeated, but still hopeful. “Please, love.” His pleading chocolate brown eyes, his guilt-filled, apologetic tone was all you needed.
“I can’t say no to you, can I?” You chuckled sweetly, a sound he has been craving to hear once again. His arms sneaked around your waist, yours wrapped around his neck, engulfing each other in the warmest hug you could possibly share. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, finding his favourite spot, your presence making him relaxed once again.
“Thank you so much.” He murmured against your neck, his breath tickling your skin, making you chuckle.
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“I love you, Oliver. But you better not break my heart again.” You scolded him as he pulled back, his eyes meeting yours.
“Not even in my nightmares.” He shook his head, leaning closer and hinting a lingering kiss on your forehead. “I’d rather you broke my heart.” He whispered as he leaned down to your lips, kissing you feverishly, hoping to recover the amount of intimate moments you could have spent together, loving each other just like you did before.
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Protectiveness Masterlist
A Brother's Job (ao3) - Will_Solaces_sister harry/ginny, hermione/ron G, 1k
Summary: As soon as Harry and Ginny get together Ron Weasley jumps into the role of "Protective Big Brother"
Actually Newt (ao3) - sophiaswritingstorys N/R, 5k
Summary: A story about understanding, friendship and protective older brothers.
And Then There Were Seven (ao3) - Ivanisamarauder, So_Im_Told arthur/molly G, 2k
Summary: Molly and Arthur bring Ginny home from Saint Mungo's. Everyone is quite excited, but Percy isn't really sure how he should react.
Brother (ao3) - MPantrochilles G, 4k
Summary: James Sirius Potter is first and foremost a big brother. And he takes his job very seriously.
Can you even call that dancing? (ao3) - SarkyLittleMonster percy/oliver T, 786
Summary: One panicked Oliver Wood, one drunk Percy Weasley and one very bemused Charlie. Oh and a grumpy Bill. It wouldn't be complete without a grumpy Bill.
Idiot Brother, Meddling Sister (ao3) - insufferableknowitall hermione/ron, harry/ginny G, 7k
Summary: "Ron had always been Ginny’s favorite brother. Though if anyone ever told him that, she’d hex them into oblivion."
Spans HBP to DH, Ginny and Ron's sibling relationship. Very Ron/Hermione centered with some Harry/Ginny as well.
Let's Try Again (ao3) - Patrichie_2017 draco/harry T, 560
Summary: When Narcissa Malfoy gets a divorce from her abusive death eater husband, Sirius is her only safe haven. So, he convinces Dumbledore to let them both stay at Grimmauld Place instead of throwing them onto the streets, right in the firing line of Lucius Malfoy.
Never Poke a Sleeping Black (ao3) - Aquila11566 G, 993
Summary: Sirius storms in, clears his name, shuts down the Ministry’s lies, and absolutely wrecks Umbridge in front of everyone. He reminds the world why you don’t mess with a Black, and for the first time, Harry actually feels safe, loved, and like someone’s got his back for real.
Overprotective (ao3) - The_Clockwork_Monk harry/ginny G, 7k
Summary: Harry and Ginny have just gotten together, and Ron is being overprotective.
But not at all in the way Harry expected.
Ron has a boyfriend (ao3) - RamenNoodlezzz ron/blaise G, 3k
Summary: This is how each one of the Weasley siblings found out about Ron and Blaise’s relationship
Taking Charge (ao3) - The_Fourth_Queen E, 5k
Summary: “I think Uncle Bilius is having a nightmare,” Fred blurted out nervously, “He’s grunting and making these weird sounds, and he’s holding Georgie really tightly and Georgie isn’t waking up!”
Percy didn’t know what to do. He wanted to cry. But he couldn’t. He was almost twelve years old and he’s in charge of his siblings tonight. He shouldn’t be crying!
The evil pink lady (ao3) - alienspronkles sirius/remus N/R, 3k
Summary: What if Umbridge showed up during the Marauders Era and figured out Remus’ secret?
the love of a brother (ao3) - rxgulus regulus/james T, 9k
Summary: Or, Regulus writes about the person who raised him, Sirius is trying his best and James is a good boyfriend
We’ll be your family. (ao3) - Moose_Queen_30 harry/blaise E, 8k
Summary: Harry is falling a part. Blaise and Severus are there to put the pieces back together and be his family when he has no one else.
Wild Flower in Star-lit Heaven (ao3) - harlequon sirius/remus N/R, 3k
Summary: Remus appears before him endlessly: different bodies, different faces, different names, different genders. Sirius is forced to see them, to hate them, to love them, to kiss-kill them. Immortality must be a cruel thing.
Windows with a view (ao3) - BlueAlmond albus/gellert G, 3k
Summary: Ariana is Albus's responsibility and, most importantly, his priority.
Gellert understands.
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llendrinall · 4 years ago
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I’m slowly but surely falling in love with Percy of the Endrina universe.
Good! Let’s talk a bit more about Percy then.
· He is strongly a middle child. Wedged between the successful brothers and the fun ones. He wants some recognition, dammit, and is heartbroken when he realizes he will never get it.
· He suffers a double process of parentification. On the one hand, as in most large families, there is that expectation that he will check on his younger siblings. Doubly so because he is the responsible one, more than Bill and Charlie.
· On the other hand, I think Percy realizes pretty early that his parents aren’t good with money or navigating the social system, so he takes upon himself to compensate those gaps. He sees the family careening straight to disaster and, honestly, he is not wrong. Arthur puts the family in a very dangerous position. When Percy writes to Ron during the fifth year, it’s a clumsy but honest attempt to have Ron save himself.
· He likes Charlie and Ron best. He admires that Charlie managed a clean exit of the family. I won’t say that Charlie hates the family, but he is not coming a lot for Christmas, is he? Percy admires that Charlie managed to make a life to his taste despite societal and family pressure. For this reason, he is also the closest to Charlie. I’m not sure he is Charlie’s favorite, but he is the one Charlie confides in.
· Percy likes Ron because he is the other middle child. He sees Ron struggling for attention, recognition and identity, just like him.
· Percy dislikes Ginny. He still loves her and would do anything for her, but he doesn’t like her. Part of it is that they are extremely different in opposing and conflicting ways. Where Percy is nerdy, introverted and controlled, Ginny is outgoing and unrestrained. Percy can admire her boldness while not wanting to be near it.
· The other part is that a lot of Ron being unacknowledged is derived from the favoritism towards Ginny. It’s not Ginny’s fault and I think she struggles against being The Girl. But still, Percy resents her for it. Worst of all, he is aware of it and wishes he could love Ginny better.
· He is left handed. He learned to write with his right hand because that’s how Molly taught him. Same in school. He was told to grab his wand with your right hand, young man, and it wasn’t until Flitwick realized he is left-handed that he began to use his left. As a result, he can write with both hands, but uses different hands for spells. Right one for simple everyday spells and left one for the advanced ones.
· Harry Potter is the first person to realize Percy is constantly switching wand hands. He thinks it’s very neat.
· Percy could cast a corporeal patronus on his NEWTS but didn’t because he is embarrassed by its form. Whatever it is (and it will change from story to story) it’s an animal with negative connotations, like a shark or a snake.
· He has self-destructive tendencies that manifest in the wildest possible way. Percy is way beyond drugs and unprotected sex and comfortably planted in Faraday terrain. (Faraday tested his famous cage by putting himself inside of it and repeatedly striking it with high-voltage electric charges. That’s a man who is very certain of his math work).
· He has saved more lives than he has taken.
· He was right to question Dumbledore. Sure, Voldemort had come back, that part was true. But Percy was right to question Dumbledore.
· By all means he and Oliver shouldn’t work, but both of them have the intuition that the wizarding world is bananas and that’s what they like about each other. They may not question everything, but they don’t necessarily accept things blindly.
· He likes Harry. He is bothered by many of Harry’s quirks, but he likes him and feels very protective of him.
· Thank Merlin he is awkward and book-oriented because if he were a bit more charismatic and had fallen with the wrong crowd of sycophants he would have started his own Grey Lord path (not dark, that’s not Percy) and he would be much harder to stop.
· He is horrified at the treatment of goblins in wizarding society but doesn’t know how to help.
Ah, Percy. He is so tired. I just want him to rest and eat his own body weight in interesting foreign foods and gelattos, which reminds me I should pick up that WIP and have him eat some pistachio gelatto.
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