#Ron Flu

[thepixelblender]

E.A.T. Prologue remains my absolute favorite thing to have come out of the year 2020

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[reality-detective]

Sen. Ron Johnson Shares the Most Censored Chart in Congressional History

Drug Adverse Event Comparison (01/01/1996 - 10/27/23):

Ivermectin - 4,265

HCQ - 28,823

Flu Vaccine - 220,346

Dexamethasone - 110,185

Tylenol - 136,079

Remdesivir - 9,290

COVID Vaccines - 1,605,764

Crazy Huh? 🤔

[mrsriddlenott]

Hiiii, my name is Lee and my requests are currently open for small blurbs, oneshots, and head canons. I kinda just write what I’m into in the moment but it is largely Harry Potter/Fanon HP, and I’m currently obsessed w/ OBX so there’s gonna be more of that too ❤️❤️

Also, fair warning I am dyslexic so some of my works do have misspelled words I never went back and fixed.

Last updated: 11/25/24

MASTERLIST MDNI

* Smut — Work In Progress

Outer Banks

JJ Maybank

Anxious

BET*

JB’s Little Sister*

Teach Me, Please* || Another Lesson?*

Rafe’s Girlfriend*

Prove It*

Rafe Cameron

Frayboy!Rafe Fluff

Scrooge

Manipulative*

Harry Potter

Mattheo Riddle

Caught (1*)(2)(3*)(4)(5)(6*)(7) (on pause)

Everyone Who Falls In Love

Patience (1*)(2*)(3*)(4*)

Flu-Shot

Needy*

It’s Okay To Love Them Both

Theodore Nott

First Time *

Comfort

Costume? That’s Barely Clothes.*

Enzo Berkshire

It’s Okay To Love Them Both

I Think I Need A Demonstration*

Harry Potter

Angry Harry *

Can I Help? *

Draco Malfoy

Mistakes

Ron Weasley

Breakn’ Promises

Marauders Era

Regulus Black

Rivalry: Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3 (on pause)

Remus Lupin

More Than Friends*

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Niklaus Mikaelson

His

[topazy]

Teen spirit

Pairing: Carl Grimes x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood

Chapter: 6.07

You silently prayed, holding onto the silver cross Carl gave you while Maggie slept in the bed in the RV. She was in so much pain, and eventually exhaustion had taken over her. The thought of losing her terrified you.

Rick crouches down beside you and gently squeezes your shoulder. “Do you remember the night at the prison when the gate fell down and the walkers got through; it was at the same time everyone was sick with the flu?”

You wipe at your eyes, which now feel sticky with tears. “Yeah?”

“Me, you, and Carl stopped the horde from getting to the people we love.”

“I don’t understand,” you admit.

“You needed to be brave that night, just as you have so many other times. When you shot Ron... Maggie needs you to be brave now.”

“I’m scared I’m going to lose her.”

“I know, but the doctor in Hilltop will take good care of her.” Rick lowers his voice. “It’s not just your sister that needs you; Carl does as well. He’s trying to be strong, but everything that’s happened since we arrived in Alexandria... I know he’s struggling.”

You turn your head and nod, “Okay.”

Rick kisses your forehead and goes to join Sasha, Abraham, Eugene, Aaron, and Carl at the front of the RV, but just as he does, the campervan comes to a sudden halt.

“What’s going on?”

“Enemy close,” Abraham says calmly.

You stand up to look out of the front window to see a group of men with guns standing around a man who is laying on the road who looks as if he’s had a bad beating.

Rick goes to open the door, but pauses and hands you a gun first. “YN, stay here with Maggie. The rest of you are with me.”

You crouch down, trying to keep out of view while watching. It’s hard for you to hear everything that’s being said, but Rick and the other man in charge have a standoff, but surprisingly no bullets are fired.

—

Carl tilts the blinds to look out of the window, watching as Walker stumbles through the field next to the road. He closes the blinds and looks at Aaron, “Why didn’t you stay back and defend the place?”

You were sitting further up the RV at a small table with Eugene trying to help him look for another route to Hilltop from your current position, but you still had a view of the bed your sister was in, including those sitting next to her.

“I owe her,” Aaron answers, looking at Maggie. “Why did you come?”

“I owe them, plus I need to keep Y/N safe.”

You start to grow nervous when Eugene stops mumbling to himself; you’re afraid there is no other route, and the only other options are to return home and hope for the best, or fight with the men from the saviors and hope for the best. But Eugene finally breaks his silence. “I think I’ve got something.”

—

“Do you think you could do it?” Abraham asks as he drives the RV along the new route. It was only the two of you sitting up the front, so you weren’t sure where the conversation was coming from since you’d been sitting in silence.

“Do what?”

“Do what Maggie and Glenn did with Carl?”

You laugh at his words, “I’m too young to think about marriage and babies.”

“I may have agreed with you at one point, but now in this new world?” He sees the expression on your face and chuckles to himself, “I’m not saying you get Gabriel to perform a ceremony the moment we go home, but if what you have is special, then never let it go. No matter how old you are.”

You knew Abraham was just trying to distract you from being upset, but you did appreciate it. “The last thing anybody needs is a drunk behind the wheel.”

“You always had a smart mouth on ya, I was starting to miss hearing your shit talk.”

Growing up the way you did, your mother and father always drilled it into you to be polite, respectful, and never swear, and even during the apocalypse, you were afraid something bad would happen if you did. “My daddy would have said you were a bad influence.”

“That’s funny because Glenn said the exact same thing to me last week.” He clears his throat. “Tell you what? Once this is all done and dusted, I’ll teach you how to drive properly so the next time I’m drunk driving, you can take over.”

“Deal.”

A few more moments of silence pass until Abraham turns the corner and you see another group of men with guns blocking the road, “bitch nuts. Y/N, don’t get too close to the window.”

Everyone gathers to stare at the men; you gulp down. If they decided to attack now, it wouldn’t take long for all of you to be dead. Unless Abraham managed to speed away, then our group would easily be overpowered.

“Do we make a stand?” Sasha asks.

“Yeah,” Carl looks at his dad. “We end it.”

“No, we can’t. This is a trap; the moment we step out of the RV, we are dead.”

“With one of us behind a wheel that’s five on sixteen,” Rick adds. “We’re gonna play it our way, how we want.”

Abraham slowly backs the RV up, and when he doesn't, one of the men starts firing into the sky, causing you to flinch, feeling as scared as you did when the men ambushed you, Daryl, Rosita, and Denise.

You start to feel yourself panic, but a hand reaches out and holds onto your wrist. Carl keeps hold of you until you’re far enough away that the gunshots start to fade into the distance.

—

“Wait, dad, something's not right.”

The saviors were now toying with your group and had set traps up blocking the different roads. They had a row of walkers chained together blocking the road, but it wasn’t until now that you noticed what Carl was so freaked out about.

“Oh my god, that’s Daryl’s.”

One of the walkers had a piece of Michonne attached to the side of its head; the others had clothing that belonged to other members of your group.

Rick goes to stab one of the walkers in the head, but men appear on either side of the road and begin firing at you.

“Everyone into the RV now!”

Carl and Sasha cover Rick while he breaks the blockade of walkers by cutting off their arms, making space for Abraham to drive through. Once you make it back onto the RV, you immediately go to Maggie’s side and notice how much worse she looks.

—

You place your hand on Maggie’s forehead. “She’s burning up.”

“She’s going to make it,” Carl says, trying to reassure you.

“The Saviors are messing with us for fun. They’ve made sure we know they have our people; they aren’t afraid of walkers, but yet they aren’t killing us.” Each time Abraham drove so far up another road, there would be another blockage preventing you from going any further. They even hung a man and set fire to one of the blockades in front of you. “These people aren’t scared of anything.”

Seeing Maggie start to stir, you take hold of her hand. “Hey, it’s fine. It’s going to be okay.”

“I heard gunshots.”

“It was the Saviors, but it’s fine now.”

—

The odds were staking up against you, but Eugene came through with a plan. The saviors were waiting to see the RV appearing on the road, so if you waited until nightfall, you would have a better chance of traveling on foot without being seen while he still drives the RV to make them think your group was still on the road.

“Maggie, we are going to get you to the doctor soon,” you smile. “You and baby will be okay.”

Her skin was pale and sweaty, and you didn’t actually believe what you were saying. You had a feeling something terrible was about to happen.

After making a stretcher out of what you could find in the RV, all of you aside from Eugene start to go through the woods. Maggie, being her stubborn self, insisted she walk to Hilltop, but it wasn’t going to happen. You and Carl take out the walkers that get too close while the remaining four people take a corner of the stretcher.

You’re unsure of how long you’ve been walking for when you notice something shining on the ground. “Wait up,” you whisper, bending down to inspect the familiar jewelry. You pick it up but then quickly toss it, feeling the wetness on it. “Rick, Rick.”

He looks over at you with a panicked look in his eyes. “What is it?”

“We need to go back.” You hold up your hand so he can see the blood on it. “Rosita’s earrings; she was wearing them when she left Alexandria—”

Before you can say anything else, you are cut off by multiple people whistling. This whole thing was a trap, even the way the jewelry was laid out was so easy to find. The Saviors just wanted to torment as many people as they could.

“Go! Go!”

You take off running through the woods until a bright light blinds you, and you’re suddenly surrounded by saviors and different vehicles, making it impossible to run away from them. All of them were whistling.

Holding your gun, you stand with your back to Maggie, prepared to shoot anyone who tries to hurt her.

The man called Simon, who Rick spoke with earlier, appears and points his gun at Carl, ordering all of you to hand over your weapons. This was the first time you’d ever seen Rick look terrified, and that’s how you knew you were screwed.

—

“Y/N,” Carl’s face turns pale as he notices the blood soaking through your shirt.

“I know.”

Between running and being forced down onto your knees by the saviors, the stitches from your stab wound had pulled, and your wound was now bleeding.

“Hey, hey,” Abraham gets your attention. “Show them no goddamn fear.”

You wanted to be brave like them, but you weren’t. You felt completely helpless while you watched them force Maggie onto her knees.

A van door is opened, and Michonne, Rosita, Glenn, and Daryl are dragged from it, then forced onto the ground beside the rest of you. Simon gleefully knocks on the RV door, “Alright, let’s meet the man.”

Through teary eyes, you meet Carl’s gaze. The two of you were on opposite ends of the line-up. You were now kneeling on the ground between Glenn and Rosita.

The door opens, and a dark-haired man with a wide grin walks out, “Pissing our pants yet?”

Satan in a Sunday hat.

“Boy, so I gave a feeling we’re getting close.” The man walks back and forth along the line, sizing everyone up while holding a wooden basketball bat that had barbed wire wrapped around it. “It’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon. Which one you pricks is the leader?”

“It’s this one,” Simon points to Rick. “He’s the guy.”

The man sighs, “Hi, you’re Rick, right? I’m Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is. But I think you’re gonna be up to speed shortly. Yeah. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes.”

You silently start to pray again, taking hold of the small silver cross between your fingers.

“You see, stick to whatever you do; no matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this: And it’s really very simple. So, even if you’re stupid, which you very well may be, you can understand it. Are you ready? Here goes, pay attention.” He points his bat in Rick's face, “Give me your shit, or I will kill you. Today was career day. We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit; you give it to me. That’s your job.”

While Negan continues to taunt your group, your eyes move along every single person who you know is considered family. Everyone was crying and shaking aside from Abraham and Carl.

Negan keeps repeating that he wants half your group's supplies, but that wouldn’t be enough.

“So if someone knocks on your door, you let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us, and we will knock it down. Understand?” Negan mockingly puts his hand up to his ear, “What, no answer?”

Negan reminds you of the governor.

“You don’t really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now did you?” Negan shakes his head. “I don’t wanna kill you people. Just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me.”

Just like the governor wanted you all the live together at one point.

“You can’t do that if you’re dead, now, can you? I’m not growing a garden, but you killed my people—a whole damn lot of them. More than I’m comfortable with. And for that—for that you’re going to pay.”

An eye for an eye.

“So now, I’m gonna beat the holy hell out of one of you.”

The crazy bastard introduces his baseball bat as Lucille, Negan is crazy. He stands in front of Abraham and seems amused when Abraham holds his gaze and rises up on his knees. Chucking Negan moves down the line and points at Carl, “You had one of our guns.”

Carl says nothing.

Negan crouches in front of him. “You got a lot of our guns. Shit, kid, lighten up. At least cry a little.”

He starts to walk back up the line and stops in front of Maggie. “Jesus, you look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery.”

The second Negan lifts the bat up, both you and Glenn yell for him to stop. Glenn tries to reach Maggie but is pinned down to the ground by a savior.

“Nope. Nope, get him back in line,” Negan says, sounding like an unimpressed parent. “Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First ones free; it’s an emotional moment; I get it.”

You press your palm against your side in a poor attempt to stop it hurting so much, which Negan notices. He laughs, “Jesus Rick, you could have at least made it harder for me. Half your camp looks as if it’s dying off already.”

You want to cry but don’t allow yourself to, not anymore. Giving Negan the satisfaction would be more painful than the wound itself. He points to your side with his bad, “What the hell happened to you?”

“One of your men stabbed me.”

“One of my men stabbed you? A kid?” He kneels down with a smirk on his face. “So you know I have men that can and will fight for me. What does that tell you?”

“It tells me you have men who take the easy option and stab a little girl rather than actually putting up a real fight.”

His smile disappears. Negan just stares at you for a few moments until he suddenly stands and looks back over at Carl, who was glaring at him. “I’ve been trying to put two and two together, but I think I now get it; this is your little girlfriend.” He turns back to look at Rick, “And this must be your kid; you have a similar evil eye.”

“That’s enough!”

“Do not make me kill the little future serial killer; don’t make it easy on me. I gotta pick somebody, and everybody is at the table waiting for their order.”

Negan starts whistling while trying to decide who to kill.

[merpingpangolin]

There was most definitely a point where Cale just… didn’t sleep. Like c’mon, he was coming and going like the flu. You can’t tell me that didn’t fuck up his sleep schedule. And imagine if the only times he slept were when he was actively threatened.

Ron: Young master I believe it’s time for you to rest.

Cale: I can’t, I have stuff to do.

Alberu: Sleep or I’ll make you the minister.

Cale:

[isaacarellanesismyhusband]

it hurts

pair: Fred Weasley x reader

requested by anonymous

hi lovely, you can say no to this one if you don't feel comfortable but basically a fred weasley fic were reader and fred are dating, reader is sirius's daughter and one day she gets called to umbridges office and umbridge performs the cruciartus curse on her to torture her into telling her where her dad is and someone hears her getting tortured so runs to get fred who goes absolutely berserk (like ron in dh book) as soon as he gets her back he takes her back to grimmuald place through flu powder and she begins to shut herself off and it takes a long time for sirius and fred to get her back with them if that makes sense?

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Y/N stood outside Umbridge’s office, her heart pounding. She’d been called in, but something about the way Umbridge had smiled sent shivers down her spine. Being Sirius Black’s daughter came with a lot of baggage, and it seemed like Umbridge had something planned.

As soon as Y/N stepped inside, Umbridge wasted no time. "Where is your father?" she asked, her tone dripping with fake sweetness.

Y/N remained silent, glaring at her. She wasn’t going to give Sirius up, not to her.

But that’s when everything went wrong. Umbridge’s expression twisted into something dark. She raised her wand, her voice almost a whisper as she said, “Crucio.”

Y/N collapsed, screaming, every nerve in her body on fire. It was like she was being ripped apart from the inside. She didn’t know how long it went on. She tried to hold on, but the pain was unbearable.

In the hallway, George happened to be walking by when he heard the screams. He froze for a second, realizing they were coming from Umbridge’s office. His heart dropped when he recognized Y/N’s voice. Without thinking, he sprinted to find Fred.

Fred was with Lee, laughing about some prank idea, when George came bursting in. “Fred! It’s Y/N! She’s in Umbridge’s office! She’s torturing her!”

Fred didn’t even respond. He was already on his feet, running before George finished his sentence. When he reached Umbridge’s office, he slammed the door open, his face red with rage.

“Get away from her!” he shouted, pointing his wand directly at Umbridge. His whole body shook with fury.

Umbridge dropped her wand, startled by Fred’s outburst. Before she could say anything, Fred was by Y/N’s side, gently pulling her up, though his anger hadn’t faded. “You’ll pay for this,” he snarled at Umbridge before throwing a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace. “Grimmauld Place!” he shouted, holding Y/N close as they disappeared into the green flames.

When they landed in the familiar living room, Sirius was the first to rush over. His eyes widened when he saw Y/N, barely conscious, shaking from the aftereffects of the curse. “What happened?” he demanded.

Fred didn’t answer right away, focusing on helping Y/N onto the couch. He brushed a hand through her hair, his heart breaking seeing her like this. “Umbridge. She used the Cruciatus curse on her,” he finally said, his voice trembling with barely controlled rage.

Sirius’s face darkened, but his attention shifted back to Y/N. She wasn’t responding, her eyes staring blankly ahead. She was shutting down.

For days, Y/N barely spoke. She spent most of her time curled up in a corner of the house, avoiding everyone. Fred tried everything to reach her, sitting beside her, telling her jokes, holding her when she’d let him. But nothing seemed to work.

Sirius was just as lost. He wanted to comfort his daughter, but every time he looked at her, all he could feel was guilt. If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have been tortured in the first place.

It wasn’t until one night, when Fred found Y/N sitting by herself in the dark kitchen, that something shifted. He didn’t say anything at first, just sat next to her, their legs almost touching.

“I miss you,” he whispered. “I miss talking to you, hearing you laugh.”

Y/N didn’t respond at first, but after a long silence, she looked at him, her eyes filled with tears. “It hurts,” she whispered.

Fred gently took her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “I know. But I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

She broke then, collapsing into his arms, sobbing. Fred held her tightly, his heart aching for her. “You’re not alone in this,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

Sirius found them like that, and without a word, he joined them, wrapping his arms around both Y/N and Fred. They stayed like that for a long time, the silence only filled with the sound of Y/N’s quiet sobs.

It took time, but slowly, Y/N began to open up again. It wasn’t easy, and there were still days when the memories of what Umbridge had done haunted her. But with Fred and Sirius by her side, she knew she wasn’t facing it alone.

They helped her through the darkness, pulling her back into the light one day at a time. And every time she looked at Fred, she felt a little bit stronger, knowing he’d fight for her, no matter what.

[cryingatwindermerepeaks]

Regressor!April Ludgate Headcanons

- She regresses anywhere from 3-8. Most of the time she sticks to the older end of her regression but if she feels especially safe she’ll slip smaller. Her and Andy regress together most of the time. Andy tends to regress to around 5ish.

- When she’s feeling little she’ll go and sit under or beside Ron, Ann or Leslie’s desk and just play on her phone

- She always tries to put her fingers in her mouth to chew on them or chews on her sleeve. Everyone always tries to get her teethers and pacifiers but she’s not great at remembering to use them and they just end up all over the place because she keeps losing them

- Little April actually really does like Ann. In fact she feels safest with Ann. This is why she’s so closed off to Ann when she’s big, it’s infuriating for April because she hates being vulnerable around people.

- the first time Ann really connects with little April is when she’s in the hospital with the flu and even though big April is mad at her, little April needs the extra comfort !

- She’s always doodling on pages during meetings. Leslie would be like ‘April can i have the notes from the meeting?’ and April’s just like “look! cool skull!!”

- she loves her Nintendo switch and has a bunch of very elaborate minecraft worlds with Andy.

- She likes to go and curl up on the big seats at Andy’s shoe shining place and just watch him work

- Andy and April are always making eachother laugh when they are little

- Little April loves Ron, he makes very dry jokes which she doesn’t really understand while little but still always laughs. He would NEVER admit how much that he cares about her and she would NEVER admit how much she appreciates him.

- She’s definitely the kind of kid who laughs when someone gets hit (in addition to this Andy is the kind of kid who hits people just to see her laugh)

- Ron often pretends to bump into things and hurt himself just to make her laugh

- Taking naps with Andy in the most impractical places in the world

- Andy making up silly games for them to play together. The games usually make a massive mess and complete chaos but Leslie can’t stay mad about it because April sticks out her pouty lip and puppy dog eyes and Leslie just melts

- Stimming by flapping her hands and bouncing on the balls of her feet when she gets excited

- When she’s little Andy gets her hot chocolate instead of coffee

- Goofy little dances to Andy’s music

- Making up elaborate handshakes with Andy

- Leslie is very overprepared for literally everything

- she always makes sure the diaper bag is on hand with snacks, toys and anything else April or Andy could need

- she can often be found just cutting up pieces of paper into random little shapes and when someone wants to make her feel included in the work while she’s little they just give her a piece of paper to cut up

- Ben takes care of April and Andy while they are home. He leaves them lists of the things they need to do and how to help guide them if they are feeling little while he is out. He’s constantly cleaning up after them.

- Andy and April always make blanket forts when they are little because April feels safest when she’s in a dark and enclosed space.

- she LOVES playing the drums that Andy has for his band. If there aren’t drums accessible to her and she wants them she’ll just find sticks and start bashing them on any surface till she finds a sound she likes

- the spare desk in Ann’s office gets turned into a little corner for Andy and April to hang out while little

- They build a little fort under the desk with pillows, blankets and stuffies. All the drawers are filled with toys, books, colouring pages, crayons and April’s pacifier for when she’s feeling especially little.

[merlinpotterandtherandom]

{ TW: Characters bashing }

Harry caught Ginny cheating on him at their engagement party, so he just broke up with her straightaway, the party had stopped and everyone went to see what was going on when Ginny started crying. They took her side, saying that Harry shouldn't throw away his life with Ginny just because she made a mistake. Harry had enough of that bullshit and left.

Harry went home and packed up everything he had, well, almost everything, he left behind the photos he had with Ginny and their friends, only taking photos he had of his parents and Sirius and Remus and Tonks and Teddy and Andromeda. Harry left a letter asking everyone to not contact him ever again. When he was leaving, he stopped briefly at Andromeda's house, since she and Teddy couldn't make it to the party 'cause Teddy was sick with the flu, and told her everything that happened and that he was leaving and he would keep contact with her and Teddy, and Andromeda said there was no need and that once Harry had found somewhere to establish himself, he should contact her and she and Teddy would move away to be in the same place as him. Harry agreed and went on to find a lovely small town in America that he could establish himself in. Harry then contacted Andromeda and she packed up her and Teddy's things and went on to find a cozy home in the same street as Harry found his.

In this new town, Harry met Draco again. He had no idea that the Slytherin had moved away. so it was a surprise to see him there. They both decided that since they both moved away for a fresh start, they should start again too. Harry and Draco became really good friends. Draco got along with Andromeda and Teddy splendidly and Harry was surprised to say that he and Narcissa Malfoy really got along, Narcissa even made peace with Andromeda and the two sisters now had a weekly tea party with only the two of them.

About two years after that, it was natural when Harry and Draco took a step forward and started dating each other. They got engaged a year after that and got married in December, 'cause they both thought a Yule wedding would be so nice. About a year after their wedding, they welcomed their twins, Scorpius James Potter-Malfoy and Amalthea Lily Potter-Malfoy. Scorpius had Draco's blonde hair and Harry's green eyes, while Amalthea had Draco's silver eyes and she surprised all of them by being born with strawberry blonde hair. Teddy was thrilled with his new baby cousins, he was mad that he was the last one allowed to hold the babies.

Another year goes by and now it's been 5 years since Harry left the UK and went to live in America with Andromeda and Teddy and ended up finding his family there. Harry was happy, the happiest he'd ever been, until one day he came back home from his work as a healer and found two of the people he thought he'd never see again camping in his door: Ron and Hermione. Harry let out a sigh of relief that this was one of the days where Draco, that worked from home as a potions master, took the day off and went to spend it with their twins at his mother's house. Harry did take his phone out and sent Draco a text asking to please stay at Narcissa's a little longer 'cause he was dealing with some unwanted guests and that he would explain as soon as he was done dealing with them. Draco texted him back just asking Harry to be safe. Harry then turned to Ron and Hermione and asked them how they found him and Hermione explained that she had to do a lot of research, but she finally found Harry, after 5 years looking. Both Hermione and Ron were begging Harry to go back with them, get back with Ginny so they could finally have the life Harry once dreamed about...Harry says no thank you and calls the aurors, that came really fast, and pressed charges on both Ron and Hermione for stalking him and that's when Hermione gets a glimpse of Harry's wedding ring. She is shocked that Harry is married with someone that isn't Ginny. Harry ignores Hermione's questions and just talks with the aurors there and once they take Ron and Hermione away, Harry texts Draco saying it's okay to come home and when Draco comes, he's not with the twins, so he explains that he thought that it would be safer if they all spent the night at Narcissa's, which Harry agrees, so they pack up a few things for the night and leave, and then when they're at Narcissa's, Harry thinks it's easier to explain everything to everyone at once, so they call Andromeda and Teddy and once they arrive, Harry explains what happened. They all agree that it might be better if they move cities now, so they choose a new city and move there with the houses all being in Narcissa's name now, so Ron and Hermione can't try and track Harry that way, if they used that.

Around a year later after all this ordeal, Harry and Draco welcome their third child, a baby girl that they named Polaris Narcissa Potter-Malfoy. Around two years after Polaris, they welcome their fourth child, another baby girl that they named Cassiopeia Andromeda Potter-Malfoy.

When it marks 10 years since Harry left UK, Harry and Draco are talking with Narcissa and Andromeda about going back. In the end they decide to wait until Scorpius and Amalthea recieve their magical school letters and give them the option to go to Hogwarts, if they want to.

On the twins' eleventh birthday, the letters come and Harry and Draco sit all of their 4 children down and talk to them about going back to UK and talk to the twins if they want to go to Hogwarts. They aren't sure, since Teddy went to Ilvermorny and really liked it there. Harry and Draco assure their children that if they want to transfer to the other school after the first year, they can do that, no problem. So the twins end up choosing Hogwarts, to see what the whole deal about their parents' school is.

Once the twins arrive at Hogwarts, the professor reading the names stops a bit at Amalthea and Scorpius' last names. McGonagall, who is still the headmistress, just facepalms and wonders what chaos the children of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy will bring to Hogwarts.

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Harry Potter

The Ordeal of Being Known by louisfake

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter.

Features fuzzy cartoon slippers, devious house elves, 90s music, and lots—LOTS—of memories. Ron is annoyingly hot, Hermione sees right through you, Harry is a powerful idiot, and Draco is a reclusive masochist that would buy an entire city if it would make a kid happy. (And Pansy is "5'2, I wanna dance with you, and I'm sophisticated fun.")

Super Mario Bros

Cooking Mama (Luigi)! by Little_RedHots_Riding_Hood

Luigi was having a perfectly peaceful stroll through the Toad Market - the sun was shining, he'd just found a lovely handmade blanket, and was on his way to the bakery before heading back to his and Mario's home.

Only... what was that sniffling noise from that dark, scary alleyway?

Of all the creatures he was expecting to find, the littlest prince of the Koopa Kingdom certainly wasn't it.

Star Wars

the tiger is out by elumish

Wolffe looks like he’s regretting having a second Jedi with them.

DC

Cryp-Tim by PrinceJakeFireCake

"The cons of dating Tim Drake were innumerous. For one, he was almost impossible to photograph, and so none of Kon’s friends at school actually believed he existed. His family was scary, horrifying really, and all of them seemed to find joy in making Tim regret ever being born. And Tim had charmed Ma and Pa Kent so thoroughly, they had ditched their shovel talk to instead coo at him and offer him pie and compliment him for fixing their tractor, so Kon was at a disadvantage when it came to intimidating someone with his family.”

Kon and Tim date. It goes pretty well, all things considered.

Tim Has a Hero Worship-y Crush on Every Robin Ever by PrinceJakeFireCake

"Tim as an adult was bad enough, Tim with no filter as a child was too much to be around."

Cork Board Contingencies by PrinceJakeFireCake

If you don’t use a cork board to obsessively plan contingencies for every possible way a date with your best friend can go, how can you go on a date at all?

Excerpt: “Are you free next Saturday?” Tim asked, pretty sure that Kon’s jumble of words was agreement that he wanted to date Tim.

“Maybe!” Kon exclaimed.

“Cool,” Tim commented, taking another sip of his drugged grape soda (“Dammit, Tim,” he mentally told himself. “Do not give in! Buy new grape soda! Stop drinking the drugged grape soda! I’ve shotgunned another can of drugged grape soda, haven’t I? Dammit, that makes five!”) then saying, “That gives me just enough time to pass out for fifty-two hours and plan our first date."

Immunology by JustGettingBy

Hypothetically speaking. Could a hybrid creature become suddenly not viable? Like say it survives being an embryo, makes it through growing up, and then just one day… stops? the text from Kon reads.

Tim’s heart spikes up through his ribs. Kon. What’s happening?

(OR Kon gets the flu. It becomes Tim's problem.)

Change of Plans by PrinceJakeFireCake

"Who’s your friend, Tim?” the voice asked.

Jason hissed. This was his baby! Not his friend!

“Sorry, sorry,” the voice hastened to apologize. “I mean, who’s your parent, Tim?”

AKA, who has the time to be a murderous crime/drug lord when there are kittens to adopt

Motion Blur by sElkieNight60

At Damian's school art showcase, Bruce realizes he needs to help Tim reframe their relationship.

[holdupjack]

Sick

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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

WARNING: None

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Hermione's P.O.V:

7th Year

I wasn't surprised when my girlfriend didn't show up for breakfast, it happens many times due to her very bad sleeping habits.

So, I didn't think much of it as I studied for the test in an upcoming class and ate my toast.

After breakfast, my Friday morning went on normally as I zipped from class to class.

When lunch rolled around, I did find it immediately strange that Y/n was nowhere in sight when I entered the Great Hall.

"Hermione! There you are!" I hear, and I see Y/n's dorm mate walk up to me.

"I've been looking for you all morning! Y/n wanted me to tell you that she's not going to classes today" they say and I furrow my brows in confusion.

"The poor thing has caught that nasty chest flu that's been going around! She moved herself into the spare dorm so no one else would get sick" they say as their eyes seem to catch someone behind me.

"Tell Y/n I hope she feels better, bye!" They say as they disappear into the sea of students coming and going.

I bite my lip and walk over to the space between Harry and Ginny.

"You look anxious," Ginny says as I take a bowl and fill it with the daily soup that is made as a lunch option.

"I'm not anxious, it's just Y/n is sick with that dreaded chest flu," I say and Ron snickers like a little kid.

"You two have been dating for two years, yet you still get nervous about a simple cold" he laughs out and I roll my eyes as I grasp a small plate for myself.

"Pardon me, for caring about my partner," I say and he just continues to chuckle.

"That chest flu is rough though, Neville has it," Harry says and I hum sadly.

I know it's just a cold, but I can't help but feel bad for my Y/n.

"It should only last for a couple of days," Ginny says and I sigh softly.

"That's good, I'll see you guys next week then," I say and Ron furrows his eyebrows.

"What? Aren't you coming to our Quidditch match Sunday?" He asks and I roll my eyes again as I use a quick flick of my wand to have the dishes float and follow me.

"If Y/n feels better, then maybe," I say and he groans.

"She's seventeen Hermione, she's not a little kid that needs to be taken care of" he grumbles and I glare at him.

Ron quickly shuts down and pushes his food around with his fork.

I hum and bid the other two farewell as I walk out of the Great Hall, the food following me close behind.

It didn't take me long to get to the empty dormitory that Y/n was using. I could sadly hear her when I walked into the common room.

As I got closer to the room, a loud coughing fit erupts from behind the door, I wait patiently until she was done.

I can't help but grimace from how hard and airy her cough is.

When she was finally done, all I hear is a soft:

"ow"

I knock on the door and hear Y/n clear her throat.

"Come in"

I open the door and peek inside to find my Y/n laying on one of the beds and I frown.

"Hello my love," I say as the food floats past me and onto the side table next to her.

"You didn't have to bring me food," she says as her voice cracks and disappears throughout the sentence.

"Shush," I say as I close the door behind me and take a seat on the desk chair next to the bed.

"I don't want you to get sick" she mumbles, her eyes small and glossy as I lean down and peck her forehead.

Fever.

"I have a much better immune system than you, my lovely" I whisper back as I sit back up.

"No, you don't! I hate when you get sick, you get pinchy and bitey" she mumbles and I laugh.

"Bitey?" I ask as I hold the soup out for her to take, she sits up with a small groan.

"Yes, bitey! You kept chomping on my open skin when I was taking care of you during your strep throat episode! It was like fighting off a feral cat" she grumbles and I can't help but laugh.

"I'm sorry my lovely" I mumble as she takes the food from my hands.

"You know I love you, even with your sick-biting antics" she mumbles back and I chuckle.

"You can bite me back this weekend," I say without thinking, and Y/n smirks as she takes a spoonful of the soup.

"Don't threaten me with a good time" she sniffles out and I roll my eyes playfully.

"How are you feeling?" I ask as I place my bag, filled with my work and books, onto her desk.

"Like I got punched in the lungs and smacked with a steel pan on my head" Y/n coughs out as she covers her mouth and looks away from me.

I lean over and run a hand through her hair as I scoot the chair closer to the bed.

"I'm sorry you feel so crummy my dove" I mumble as she puts down her soup on the desk.

"You should eat," I say and she just hums, laying back down and letting my hand wander through her hair.

"Later" she whispers as her eyes shut immediately.

I smile as I lean down and kiss the top of her dozing head, letting it linger for a moment before sitting back up.

Time seemed to go by fast, as a few minutes turn into an hour, of me running my fingers against her scalp.

But, a part of me needed to do something. I can't just sit and stare at my girlfriend all day.

Even if it is my favorite activity.

After another moment of staring at her chest, to make sure she's still breathing, I stand up and begin to clean up around the bed.

Picking up tissues and a bottle of water she had probably dropped, I throw it all into the bin.

Taking a seat back on the desk chair, I take out some of my books and tried to work on something to pass the time.

Yet my eyes kept shifting over to Y/n's sleeping form as I eat a grape from the plate of food I grabbed for myself.

I flip through the pages I marked and scan the material.

Another hour must have gone by with my failed attempt at studying and my eyes continuously flicker back to Y/n.

Eventually, I did get sucked into the chapter.

Until I feel fingertips land on my thigh, which caused me to smile.

"Watch those hands Ms.Y/l/n" I chuckle out and she groans unhappily.

I laugh and slip my hand into hers, she immediately pulls it towards her face and rests her cheek on the back of my hand.

Trapping me in an uncomfortable sideways leaning position.

"My love?" I laugh and she just groans again as her other hand comes out from the blanket.

She grabs the bottom of the chair and pulls it right up against the bed, which at least saved me from begin hunched over any longer.

As I look over at my, now far away, studying material; I feel a sudden pain that causes me to hiss.

"Ow! Y/n! Did you just bite my hand?!" I ask in surprise and she laughs, into a hard cough obviously, and she turns away from me quickly.

I pull my hand away and rub the small bite mark on the side of my hand.

"You said I could!" She wheezes out between coughs and I roll my eyes.

"Not like a hungry carnivore," I say and she turns back to me with a grin.

"All have you know, you taste like hand sanitizer and that coco butter you put on your skin...which no carnivore is trying to eat" she mumbles and I laugh softly.

She lays back down and holds out her hand for me again, which I ignore.

"I'm not getting bit again, it hurt"

"How do you think I feel?"

"In my defense, I don't remember biting you," I say and Y/n rolls her eyes.

"Hermione, stop fighting the sick." She says and I hum softly, stupidity taking her hand.

"If you bite me again, I'm punching the sick," I say and she just laughs.

"Yada, Yada, Yada" she mumbles as my hand goes back to being trapped between her head and hand.

Y/n was quick to fall asleep again as I was figuring out how to use my one hand to move everything to the edge of the desk.

I sigh and mindlessly let my fingers rub the side of her head, as I try to study again.

Luckily, by the time dinner rolled around, I had somehow gotten free and was trying to wake her.

"Y/n? Dove? Are you hungry?" I ask as I stand up and grab my plate and the old cold soup from lunch.

She gives me a quiet 'no' and I frown.

"What if I got some of the elf's handmade crackers? And some juice? Then will you eat?" I ask and she just hums.

"I'll take that as a maybe" I whisper as I walk over to the door and look back at my girlfriend.

My heart squeezes lightly as I look at her poor body shaking under the mountain of blankets.

"I'll be back my lovely," I say, and I just get a small snore in return.

I quickly make my way out of the dorm.

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Y/n's P.O.V:

When I awoke, it was pitch black in the room.

"I've gone blind" I whisper in a panic, until I see a soft glow of the night sky shine as the curtains flap open for a moment.

"Never mind, I've gone even more stupid" I whisper as I sit up with a groan.

I rest my back on the headboard and sigh softly, my adjusting eyes scanning the room.

It's freezing in here.

Freezing like a winter snowstorm.

Snow turns into water.

Water goes back into the clouds.

Then it rains.

...

Now I have to pee.

"Damn my thought process"

With another groan, I swing my legs onto the side, and let my feet hit the cold floors.

"Here we go" I whisper as I push myself up into a standing position.

Only to fall back onto to bed just as quickly.

"I've aged sixty years" I sigh as I try again.

This time I find success!

My hand lands on the bedpost as I slowly make my way toward this dormitory bathroom.

Thank Merlin I thought about toiletries before moving myself in here.

As I make my way to the center of the room, my head gets lightheaded and my legs feel weak.

"Ope, going down" I whisper as I slowly lay my body on the ground.

I sigh as the cold floor feels nice against my burning skin.

Still cold though.

"Guess I'll lay here" I mumble as my eyes shut.

——————

When my consciousness awakes to the sound of a door opening.

"Bloody hell, Y/n? Love! Are you alright?!" I hear fast footsteps approach me and a hand checks my pulse.

"Not dead, dizzy" I mumble and a sigh of relief hits the back of my head as they lean down and kiss the top of my head multiple times.

"You're Hermione, right?" I question, the ringing in my ears causing me to be unsure.

"No, McGonagall"

Definitely Hermione.

I laugh softly as she presses one last kiss to my head as she rubs my back.

"Are you ready to get up?" She asks and I shake my head.

"Then, may I join you?" She asks, and I nod.

My throat hurts too much to talk.

It's like I deep-throated a pineapple.

Now that would be an impressive party trick.

I hear Hermione stand up and walk around the room for a minute or two.

A blanket is draped over me, soon she sneaks under the blanket and rests her head between my shoulder blades.

It's quiet as Hermione's fingertips trace the spot in front of her face. I almost fall asleep, until her voice rings in my ears.

"Get better, quicker" she mumbles and I chuckle.

"Getting tired of me already?" I whisper back.

"I like taking care of you my dear, I just don't like that you're not okay," she says as I hum.

"I love you" she whispers so quietly, that it almost seems like she was afraid that her words will make me worse.

"I love you too" I whisper back as her arm wraps over my back, and squeezes me.

"You know I'm not going to sleep, right?" She asks and I hum again.

"You know that I'm not going to stop breathing, randomly in my sleep?" I ask, and she just sighs.

"In my brain, I know that, but my heart and gut say otherwise" Hermione whispers as her lips reach up and kiss my neck, before going back to their original position.

"Thank you for caring," I say as my hand reaches down and rubs her back slowly.

"I'll always take care of you, my love," she says and I chuckle as I trace shapes softly on her back.

"Even if you are Minister of Magic?" I ask and a soft laugh comes from her lips.

"Do you think I'm just going to stop loving you if I ever get that position?" She asks and I laugh as well.

"Well I don't know, maybe you'll get it on with your secretary," I say and she snorts as her body vibrates against mine.

She laughs out a little and I could feel her smile form against me as she nuzzles her face against my back.

"Thank you for the laugh," she says and I hum.

"Will you promise to sleep?" I ask as my head pounds from the laughter.

"I'll try" she mumbles.

——————

No one's P.O.V:

She didn't.

Instead, Hermione counted how many breaths Y/n took and how many seconds were in between each one.

5,873 breaths (give or take some missed)

6-7 seconds in between.

Why did Hermione do this?

Who knows, all she knew is that it made her feel better.

Even though her girlfriend was just sick with a simple cold, it still calmed her to know Y/n was still breathing.

I guess it's just a common thing to do though, right?

When you love someone, you can't help but worry when they're sick.

People even go as far as watching, or hearing, to make sure the person they love is still breathing.

Hermione has done this multiple times also.

Her parents.

Harry and Ron.

Hell, even Crookshanks at one point.

But, she's NEVER stayed up and counted breaths.

Then again...

This is her girlfriend.

Her other half.

Her soulmate.

...

Even years later, still at each other's side, after fighting every kind of cold imaginable.

Hermione still counted breaths.

And Y/n still told her to go to bed and stop putting her death into the universe.

Hermione would just laugh and go about her night, taking care of her lover the best she could.

Y/n eventually caught on to her counting habits, and would just stay up with her.

As you can imagine, this didn't help with the cold.

And sleeping during the day, when Hermione was at work, freaked her out more than Y/n imagined it would.

So, Y/n didn't stay up again.

Instead, she let her wife take care of her the way she always had.

With nothing but love and care.

And a little bit of anxiety.

Even after all those years, Hermione loved her more than anything.

And Y/n couldn't help but smile when a cough or sniffle came from her body.

It meant that her wife would show her so much care, even though she was never awake to witness it.

[fiuworks]

I hate to say it but I told you sooooo……

dyhard fans are you out there?

I must admit I didn’t like dyhard when I started tmagp at the beginning of the summer but over the last few weeks I’ve slowly become more and more obsessed to the point where I feel like I’m now in a cold and dark echochamber of my own making where the only thing I can see or think about is dyhard….

but it’s not that deep or whatever

they make me ill these days

Bonus: me and my friend who are thoroughly invested in Inside Job (Netflix adult animation) imagined dyhard as Reagan and Ron and my brain exploded so enjoy these if you’re into that

goodbye…save me from this dyhard flu i’ve caught…

[tomatoluvr69]

Trump. Guillotine. Biden. Guillotine. Kamala Harris. Guillotine but first she gets greenlit with the equivalent of 1,000 acid tabs and gets strapped to a chair and forced to watch Paw Patrol for 7 days. Refused sleep and water. Bernie Sanders. Name legally changed and placed in a medium nice retirement village in upstate New Hampshire but given occasional lice. RFK Jr. Forced to do 10,000 hours of non-public facing community service for women’s domestic violence charities and trans womens’ organizations. Then taken out back with 15 minutes left on his last shift and shot execution style. Ron DeSantis. Classic biblical crucifixion but forced to watch a year long curriculum called Pronouns and Praxis become mandated for all Florida seventh graders as he hangs. Presidency dissolved. Bird flu released as a chemtrail above all major metropolitan areas. All government subsidized dairy turned into unsweetened kefir. All government subsidized corn turned into delicious tortilla chips. All government subsidized soy forcefed to every Republican male between the ages of 13 and 99 over a period of six months. They are allowed nothing else. Not even water. Refused medical help. National anthem abolished. Domesticated dogs abolished. Plastic abolished. Swimming pools and childcare free. Transit mandatory. Caregiving parent roles paid. Southern and northern borders opened forever. Mr Beast given forcible amnesia. And Hillary Rodham Clinton and Andrew Tate put in a sealed bunker together until they die of starvation.

[blorger]

The Ultimate Harry Potter Teeth Guide

I'm currently stuck at home with a bad case of the vapours (read: the flu). Good job past me, drinking that contaminated glass of water was sure worth not looking rude to that one lady who coughed in front of it (note for future self: next time maybe don't risk it with some possibly compromised water just to spare the feelings of someone who already likes you).

Anyways, as I was writhing in agony in bed, delirious with fever, a passage from GoF I'd recently re-read called out to me, urging me to notice its weirdness. Here is said passage:

And thus severely ill me spent an embarrassingly long amount of time trying to remember all the different teeth names because something was nagging at me: you see, molars are back teeth (they're our designated mashers), there's just no way of knowing if someone has large molars by looking at them.

Besides, pre-cosmetic surgery (of the magical variety) Hermione is described as having large front teeth, right? So i went looking for all the mentions of Hermione's teeth in the books, which are as follows:

(PS, Hermione is introduced to us on the train)

(GoF, Harry meets back with Hermione at the Burrow)

(GoF, Harry and Draco were throwing jinxes at each other and Draco's hit Hermione by accident, making her teeth grow to an alarming size)

(GoF, the conclusion of the teeth saga; Hermione gets the wizarding equivalent of cosmetic dentistry)

This proved to me that yes, it was her front teeth that were noticeably large, not any other random teeth. So either Draco -whose utterance, by the way, implies that wizards know about and perhaps practice modern dentistry on account of he knows teeth names- is very confused on which teeth are which or it's jkr herself who's confused.

That side quest completed, curiosity got the best of me and I went looking for all the mentions of teeth in the books just for shits and giggles and here are some random observations:

The only people who are described as having perfect white teeth are Fleur Delacour and Gilderoy Lockhart, which tells me jkr uses perfect teeth as a synecdoche for "attractive/good looking" (line shamelessly stolen from this btw).

Gilderoy's teeth are often described as "gleaming", implying that his beauty is ostentatious and alarming, something we ought to be unsettled by.

Harry and Ron are chronic teeth gritters and occasionally have chattering teeth; Harry in particular can often be found gritting his teeth as he stews in anger. As Hermione spends more time with them, she begins to grit her teeth too (in a gradual increase throughout the books).

Rita Skeeter has three noticeable gold teeth among her regular ones, signalling that her carefully maintained exterior is tacky and also somewhat ridiculous (jkr has a weird issue with women taking care of their appearance, but I digress).

Petunia has horselike teeth to compliment her horselike appearance.

Dolores Umbridge has small pointed teeth, which get remarked upon to highlight the unsettling feeling Harry gets when he finds her at Hogwarts (and to hint at her sinister character).

Yellow teeth are a Bad Guy Exclusive: villains get described as having yellow or yellowing teeth to showcase their grotesqueness. Snape, Greyback and Karkaroff are all described as having yellow teeth; as a matter of fact, Harry pointedly remarks on Snape's yellow teeth whenever he's shown behaving nastily.

Sirius also gets described as having yellow teeth during the Shrieking Shack scene in PoA when Harry still thinks he's a criminal (and jkr is trying to make the scene feel charged and dangerous). Notably, in none of the subsequent instances where Sirius's teeth are mentioned (he opens something with his teeth, he grinds them) does the color of his teeth get mentioned again.

Going back to Greyback, jkr makes goddamn sure we know he's a beastly psycho by repeatedly pointing out his pointed, fang-like teeth. His yellow teeth become brown when he's at his most dangerous (and animal-like, he is also described as having whiskers), during the manor scene in DH.

Snape is a chronic teeth barer, it's his signature move when he's indicating aggression. Vernon Dursley also grits and bares his teeth when he's behaving aggressively.

Gawp's teeth are described surprisingly vividly for such a minor character: he gets misshapen, brick-like teeth to highlight his non-human-ness. Other creatures' teeth (merpeople, doxies) get remarked upon similarly so we know it's supposed to be an indicator of some degree of beastliness. Gawp also gets the yellow teeth treatment (although I can't settle on what it implies); similarly, Kreacher has greying teeth, whatever that means.

the only human who gets described as having gnarled teeth is Morfin Gaunt.

A random unsettling witch in Knockturn Alley has mossy teeth to show that Harry's on the wrong side of town in CoS; Grindylows also have green teeth, again showing the association between danger (and monstrosity) and odd teeth.

Alastor Moody has missing teeth to really complete his shambled, falling apart look.

most of Grindlewald's teeth are gone to show that he's now a decrepit old man and a mere shadow of his former self.

And there you have it. These are all the characters whose teeth get discussed in detail. Do with that what you will.

[episodeoftv]

Round 1 of 8, Group 1 of 8

propaganda and summaries are under the cut (May include spoilers)

Kamen Rider Kuuga: 1.35 Emotion

tw graphic violence and blood, stalking, child murder https://kamenrider.fandom.com/wiki/Emotion has a tw at the top of the page as well, as much as i loathe fandom

Unidentified Lifeform #42, porcupine-type monster Go-Jaraji-Da, is given the rule to kill Midorikawa Academy's second year boy students and repeatedly murders.

This person said it best here, and someone else in the notes of that post counted that Godai only missed two (2) punches out of over twenty (20). He is nowhere in the vicinity of fucking around because this is an especially cruel Grongi that stalks and murders children. Godai is frustrated he couldn't save the kids and doesn't even give this Grongi the chance to fight back. This is one of the times when we see him fight with the power of hate. This is the point where Godai knows, deep in his heart, that this is one tragedy he can't smile in spite of. And it's killing him. (Most of that description comes from that post anyway)

Parks and Recreation: 3.02 Flu Season

Leslie gets the flu right before an important fund-raising pitch for the Harvest Festival, Chris tries frantically to avoid catching the bug, and Ron hires Andy to replace April while she is out.

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 14: Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas

Fandom: EXO

Sickie: Xiumin (flu)

Caregiver(s): EXO

Word Count: 1,916

Notes: Just me self-indulgently whumping my ult bias, no big deal

Minseok woke up to a cool, gentle hand pressed against his cheek. He peeled his eyes open to find Junmyeon kneeling next to him.

“Hey, hyung.” The hand moved to his hair. Minseok hummed, acknowledging his friend, before his eyes closed again. “How are you feeling?”

“Bad.” His voice felt like it was coming from somewhere else. It was too quiet, too hoarse and feeble to be his own. 

Junmyeon hummed at that, his hand scratching softly against Minseok’s cheek. “I know, love. But we’re here now. We’ve got you.” He gently pulled the comforter back, much to Minseok’s dismay, a small moan of distress escaping his throat. The leader frowned in sympathy, moving as fast as possible without jostling the older man too much, completely stripping the covers from his body. “I know, it’s cold out here, but we gotta get you out of this bed. Come on, we’ve got a bath ready for you.” Minseok squinted up at him, lips parting once, twice, as if he wanted to ask a question. But that question kept winking in and our of his brain. Junmyeon, ever patient, at least with his Minseokie-hyung, smiling encouragingly. “Everyone’s here, love. We’re here for you. Let us help.” He held out both hands, and Minseok accepted them. Once on his feet, despite his knees quaking like jello, Minseok seemed the slightest bit more coherent, leaning only slightly against Junmyeon as the leader led him towards the bathroom. 

Chanyeol was waiting inside, bathtub already filled with water that was gently steaming. Minseok nodded, as if having a conversation with himself, as he slowly attempted to slip his shirt off. His arms were shaking too much, and after three attempts of letting him try on his own, Junmyeon stepped in, swiftly but tenderly undoing the buttons on his pajama top and pulling it off. The leader made eye contact, waiting for a nod from Minseok before helping him slip out of his pants and guiding him towards the tub. 

Once in the tub, the warm water enveloping his aching body, Minseok’s eyes slipped closed again. Another small sound escaped him, this one of contentment, as Chanyeol’s fingers began to work through his hair. 

The rapper chuckled, the noise deep and comforting. “You sound like Tobin,” he joked. Minseok smiled at that. “I have better behavior, though.” His voice still sounded so alien to his ears. 

Chanyeol laughed again, comforted by his hyung’s joke. “There’s no doubt about that.” Minseok smirked to himself, his body melting under the rapper’s strong, careful hands. As the aching tension left his muscles, his mind began to wander down paths he couldn’t even begin to follow if he wanted to. 

Minseok was snapped back to reality when he heard the bathroom door open, footsteps crossing the tiles towards them. He knew a hand dipped into the water by the small splash and the feeling of the ripples against his ribs. That hand reached for his below the water, fingers interlacing together as said hand was brought to rest on the lip of the tub. Minseok relaxed instantly. Jongdae. 

“How is he?” the vocalist whispered. Minseok considered telling him that he could hear just fine and could answer for himself. But that thought was quickly muddled in the haze of warmth created by the fever and the bath. 

“He cracked a joke earlier, so that’s gotta count for something,” Chanyeol relayed. “But his skin’s on fire still.” His fingers were still working through Minseok’s hair, and the elder knew they had to be close to done. Either that or his sense of time was totally fucked. 

“What happened when you and Baekhyun got here earlier?” 

“He was already back in bed when we showed up. When Baek went looking for the thermometer, he found a post-it note next to the Nyquil with a time on it, so at least we knew he was medicated and not concussed. The cats were not pleased with us, though. Ron kept following his around, and Tan’s tail was doing that fast back and forth thing. I think they’re really worried about him.”

Jongdae hummed, his thumb rubbing back and forth across Minseok’s knuckles. “Damn, hyung. Even got your cats’ all wound up. You don’t do anything by halves, do you?” Minseok shook his head, and he heard both Jongdae and Chanyeol chuckle softly. 

Minseok wasn’t sure how he got out of the bath, mind once again lost on a hazy adventure, but it must’ve gone incredibly smooth given that Chanyeol and Jongdae were still having a completely normal conversation when he tuned back into the present, wrapped in a towel with clothes held in front of his face. 

“You want help getting dressed?” Chanyeol asked gently. Minseok nodded. His limbs felt a little less shaky now, but he knew better than to fully trust them right now. He was, however, much more successful at getting dressed on his own than he had been disrobing earlier. 

The clothes now on his body, though, were setting off alarm bells in his brain. 

“These aren’t mine,” Minseok mumbled, pulling at the hem of the t-shirt. 

“Yes they are. Your old ones are in the laundry, or at least they will be soon. I don’t know how productive the guys were since we’ve been with you,” Jongdae replied, smoothing his hands over Minseok’s arms. 

“But…” He pulled at the hem of the shirt again. “This is just a t-shirt.” 

“Is there a problem with that?” Jongdae was trying very hard not to laugh. Minseok shrugged. Jongdae looked to Chanyeol for an assist. 

“Would it change your mind if I told you I brought you one of my hoodies?” the taller man asked. Minseok’s eyes widened a bit as he nodded with more energy then they’d seen out of him yet. “Okay, be right back. It’s the light blue, hyung, your favorite.” Jongdae continued to rub his hands up and down Minseok’s arms as they waited. 

“How are you feeling?”

Minseok shrugged again, still playing with the hem of his shirt. “Weird. Everything feels… cloudy.” Jongdae frowned sympathetically, one hand carding through the older man’s bangs. 

Chanyeol barreled into the doorway, holding up the hoodie triumphantly. Minseok gasped excitedly, taking the soft material in his hands. Without asking, or being asked, Jongdae helped him slip the hoodie over his head. Chanyeol smiled, watching his hyung practically melt with joy at the comfort of the sweater. He held out a hand, and Minseok took it without hesitation, letting himself be led wherever Chanyeol had in mind. 

Which was back into his bedroom. Where the bed had been entirely stripped down to the mattress. Minseok blinked.

Jongin appeared at his side (how did he move so fast?) “Hyung, don’t panic! We’re washing your sheets for you!” The dancer’s grip on Minseok’s arm grounded him back to reality. 

"We couldn’t find your extra sheets, though,” Sehun admitted. “So we figured we could move you to the couch for a bit, until the laundry’s done. Or the guest room…”

“No, couch, cause he has to eat, and Minseokie-hyung doesn’t like it when we eat in bed, so I doubt he’d do it himself,” Jongin interrupted, shooting a look at Sehun. The younger man held up his arms in surrender. 

Minseok did not fully remember how he got from his bedroom to the living room. He did not remember Chanyeol catching him when his knees giving out halfway there, nor how Sehun had swooped to his other side and helped carry him to the couch. He did not remember Baekhyun hugging him before the others could stop him, the vocalist refusing to leave until Minseok was settled on the couch and wrapped under Baekhyun’s own favorite blanket. He did not remember Jongdae slipping in behind him on the couch, nor Jongin slipping him one of his favorite stuffed bears.

In fact, the next thing he was fully aware of was sitting on his couch, snuggled safe in Jongdae’s arms, buried in Chanyeol’s hoodie and Baekhyun’s blanket, Jongin’s plushie tucked next to him, Kyungsoo busy in his kitchen, the house kept in order by Junmyeon and Sehun. At the sudden realization of his members’ love physically engulfing him, Minseok felt a radiant sense of warmth that made his chest ache in a way that quieted the pains of the flu. 

“Why?” he asked quietly, almost to himself. 

“Why what, love?” Jongdae, the only one close enough to hear, threaded his fingers through Minseok’s hair, smoothing from his forehead to behind his ears. 

“Why are you all doing this?” 

Jongdae chuckled softly. “Because we love you, dummy.”

“Seriously. You take care of us all the time.” Minseok started at Junmyeon’s voice, unaware that the room had gone silent and all eyes were now turned to him. “Why wouldn’t we return the favor?”

“And your clean freak immune system is usually too strong for us to return the favor, so we have to jump on any opportunity we get,” Chanyeol added. 

“Yeah, you scared us pretty good, too, hyung,” Baekhyun added with a slight shake of his head. “Do you remember Yeollie calling you? After rehearsal?” It was Minseok’s turn to shake his head. “When the rest of us went to practice straight from the airport, and the managers brought you straight here, Chanyeol and I called to check on you during our lunch break. You passed out on us. Like, went from vertical to horizontal passed out.” 

Minseok’s brow furrowed at that. “I… what?”

“Not the time for creative word play, hyung.” Kyungsoo nudged Baekhyun’s shoulder. “You fainted, Minseokie-hyung. And these two heard it happen. So we all raced over here.” 

“Oh.” He did not remember that. He felt that he should at least remember waking up on the floor. How long ago had… Maybe it didn’t matter anymore. “I’m so sorry…”

“Please don’t apologize, hyung. Do you know how many times you’ve literally scraped me off the floor?” Jongin interrupted. 

“Or sat up with me in the bathroom after I drank too much?” Chanyeol added. 

“Or stripped our beds and forced us into the shower when we were sweaty and gross?” Kyungsoo listed. 

“Or remembered to bring the exact medicines any of us need before we’ve even told you we aren’t feeling well?”Junmyeon smiled. 

“Or…”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Jongdae cut Sehun off when he noticed Minseok’s eyes fill with tears before he covered them with his hands. The younger vocalist’s hands rubbed at his shoulders. “Hey, hey now. No tears. You’re already dehydrated.” 

Minseok’s hands fell to his sides. “Then stop being so nice to me and making me cry.”

“Okay, heard loud and clear. Everyone go back to being mean,” Junmyeon announced, hands on his hips. That earned as many chuckles as it did eye rolls. 

“Thank you.” Minseok’s voice was still foreign to his own ears, still weak and raspy, but it spoke volumes to the people around him. “All of you.” 

“Can I hug him now?” Baekhyun asked. 

“Not if I get there first!” Jongin moved fast as lightening, toppling on top of Minseok and Jongdae. Baekhyun latched on before they’d evened out from Jongin, and Chanyeol joined on top of that, despite Kyungsoo and Junmyeon both calling that they weren’t being careful at all. Even though the crush of his members piled on top of him definitely hurt his ailing body, Minseok had never felt safer, more loved, in his entire life.

[dracoandthehounds]

For the fic ask -- either question 11 or 12 for hounds of love? Or you can choose any fic from the series if you're inclined to answer :D

Oooooh okay!!!

11. What do you like best about this fic?

I'd say... My favorite part of this fic/series is getting a chance to develop out complex characters that didn't get as much attention in the canon. Like developing Draco's motivations so he's less of like a Heel character. Or the plans I have for Pansy specifically feel really exciting. And, of course, Nell :) It means so much to me that people like her!!! Because she's entered a world of characters that people have known forever and cared about forever so it means a lot to me that people are liking her too :)))

And more specifically...... there are a handful of scenes coming up at the start of the next installment that I am very excited for. My hint is that these scenes will take place before Harry gets attacked by the dementors, and then after his move to the order headquarters but before his trial :)

12. What do you like least about this fic?

The fact that it won't write itself hahahaha lmao.

I'd say...... I like the least when I have to stick to certain canon moments in order for the plot to develop how I want it to. So, like, I wish I could find a way to exonerate Sirius in the books because I feel like his reintroduction to the wizarding world and how that sort of shakes things up could be sooooooo good but if I did that, then Harry wouldn't be at Privet Drive pre-OOTP, which would throw off the dementor & expulsion plot-lines which are really important to the story and things I *do* want to incorporate.

Oh and the other thing I like least is having to fix a lot of Rowling's plot-holes lol. Like... having characters be smart and come up with intelligent responses to their problems is something that is really important to me as a writer, so sometimes I come across things in the canon that just make no sense lol. (like, for example, in the second book--- why weren't the petrified students sent to St. Mungo's, and why couldn't Hogwarts idk order out for some Mandrakes??? Like why are they dependent on the mandrakes that the *second-year students* are growing??????

So I made up some casual mention by Ron about a wizarding flu that used up all the mandrakes in the series lol.

Like these things are probably things that don't matter to readers since it's just part of canon but I like... cannot move past them lol. It makes it hard to write if I feel like there's an inconsistency, especially since I'm writing in Nell's story to include stuff like Death Eaters and the Unforgiveable Curses since the first book, which don't actually appear until the fourth book in the original canon. So it's a lot to sort of keep up with in my head and to be prepared to have a logical explanation for certain things.

like.... here are some things that I have/will need to adjust bc their explanation doesn't really work in canon or i hate the way Rowling did it bc it was bigoted or stupid lmao:

why the trio didn't have food during the horcrux hunt

why harry can't move out of privet drive

the seven potters plan (okay this one just never made sense to me like i really feel like it could be fixed so much.......... but i have come up with a fix for it that i'm extremely excited about lmao. it's made my annoyance at this plot point go away.)

prev. mentioned mandrake issue

the time-turners

the goblet of fire (why can't harry just not try hard at the tasks....)

the house-elves

werewolves

giants

centaurs

veela

transfiguration of (for example) rats into goblets? / transfiguration in general.

whyyyyyyyyy tf they brought the literal most aggressive breed of dragon to be used in the first task????

the animagus ritual / why more characters don't do it

love potions (ughghhghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghghhhh)

how harmful the memory-wiping charm is in actuality

fixing characters who are one-note ways for Rowling to hate on groups of people.... (i.e. the Dursleys are bad, and a large part of that is bc Vernon and Dudley are really fat????? wtf???) (or like.... Lockhart and Karkaroff are feminine men.... SURPRISE they're evil and creepy!!!! or Lavender Brown likes girly things.... she sucks. the best girls are Hermione and Ginny bc they are Not Like Other Girls. And Lupin who is a werewolf [as a metaphor for AIDS - explicitly stated by JKR] is 100% straight and now married to a woman nearly twenty years younger than him.... like Jo. You used the historically-used method for gay coding trope of lycanthropy and then got mad when people read it as gay...... so you hetero'd him off into a weird shoved together marriage???) sorry that's just my JKR rant lmao.

I hope these answers were interesting!!!!!! Thank you for sending in the ask <3