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totallyanopossum · 2 months ago

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Peter x y/n, well behaved quiet girl x class problem boy, roommate, awkward,cute

Why You ?

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Part 1, Roommates

The curse of being the well behaved quiet girl in class who always gets seated next to the worst behaving guy in hopes of calming them, strikes again as she is seated next to Peter King. Luckily he doesn't show up to English class too often, and it's the only one with double desks.

She keeps her head down and keeps interactions to a minimum, telling him the page number, giving him a pen, or one time whispering the answer when he was called on.

Sometimes she feels him staring at her but she doesn't dare look up and meet his harsh gaze. Even though out of curiosity she does look at him from afar, either in the hall or lunch room. She can't deny that she's got a thing for his goth look, if only he wasn't so scary, if only she hadn't seen him beat so many people to a pulp.

Now she can't even be free of him, she's seated next to him and now paired up with him for a project in history. Great, now they have to actually interact and spend time one on one.

She can't escape the guy she's scared of but also has a slight crush on, fan-fucking-tastic.

Luckily it doesn't take long to settle things, 2 quick meetings, the first to divide work, the second to put their pieces together. To her surprise he quality checks her work, usually that's what she does, but whatever he looks cute reading. How his hair falls to the front while he looks down at her paper, and how he blows at the hair but that only temporarily moves it aside, and how after a few attempts of blowing at it he mumbles slightly annoyed and runs his finger through his hair brushing it all back.

This keeps happening all year getting paired together, but the repetition has calmed her anxieties about being near him, like some kinda weird exposure therapy. He's not so bad, at least not to her and that's what counts in her book. But that doesn't mean she'll never admit her crush to him, he tolerates her right now and doesn't want to risk that, plus the rumor is Peter doesn't date so no real point in exposing her feelings.

Peter 🔗🔪

I need a place to stay the night. 9:25pm

What's your address?? 9:28pm

9:30pm. What? Why ask me,

ask one of your friends

You're the only one who 9:35pm

tolerates me

9:39pm Okay fine, text when

you get here

She can't believe she's agreed to this, can't believe she's his only option, but she can't leave him out in the cold. Asking for help probably wasn't easy for him.

She cleans up a bit, getting her dirty clothes off the floor, putting her dishes in the washer, and putting on some pants. The place is still messy but only so much can be done, so this is fine.

Peter 🔗🔪

I'm here 10:15Pm

She goes to the door, has a moment of hesitation as she gets hit with a wave of anxiety, but it's too late to jump ship now.

She opens the door, and wow she's never seen him look so not him. Yeah he's got the right outfit and stuff but he's lacking the imposing, aggressive, confidence. He looks like a wet dog that's very upset it was washed, you know the sad defeated eyes look.

Y/N- “ come in”

Peter- “ thanks”

Even his voice sounds defeated, what the hell happening. Wait, is he actually wet, oh not in my house.

Y/N- “ shoes off and why are you wet?”

He complies, taking off his shoes, it takes a while with all the buckles. He sees she's still waiting for an answer, he doesn't want to talking about it, he already hates that he's had to ask for her help and look so pathetic in front of her.

Peter- “ hose, it's clean water”

Y/N- “ okay, come on, follow”

He follows her to the bathroom, where she gives him a towel and tells him to strip. Wow, when did she get so confident.

Y/N- “ brb i'll bring you some clothes”

Luckily she likes oversized clothes to chill around the house in, there just so much cozier. So she has some things that will fit him, well mostly, she has to hem her pants because they are all too long so Peter will just have to deal with that.

When she gets back to the bathroom she didn't expect to see a shirtless Peter struggling to remove his wet jeans with her towel draped over his head. She just hopes she didn't freeze and stare at him too long.

Y/N- “ here these should fit”

Peter- “ thanks”

She leans against the wall in the hall waiting for him to come out. He finally does.

Peter- “umm the boxers, you got a bf or ex, who's underwear am I wearing?”

Y/N- “ mine, their comfortable, nice to wear around the house”

He's glad he's not wearing some other dude's underwear, but knowing he's wearing her’s is a bit more unsettling to his nerves in a whole new way.

She grabs his wrist to see if he's cold, and he is still a bit too cold for her liking. She doesn't want him to get sick, partly for her own benefit but also out of concern for him.

Y/N- “ do you drink tea or you want hot chocolate?”

Peter- “no i don't need anything”

Y/N- “ this is an either or question, your getting a hot drink, pick”

Peter- “ hot chocolate”

He follows and watches as she gets the kettle going, gets out 2 cups and starts scooping different powders into them. The kettle whistles and she flicks her jacket's sleeve down to cover her hand, using it as a heat pad to grab the kettle, how odd and cute using her sleeve instead of the readily available pot holders. She pours the water and stirs, he recognizes her focused look, the same look she has when she's working on a doodle in her notebook. There was one of her drawings he really liked and wanted as a tattoo but couldn't ask.

Y/N- “ it's ready”

He joins her at the counter and takes the cup pushed in his direction. He doesn't know why she's insisted on giving him a hot drink but he's not gonna say no. With her current assertive attitude he's not sure how well saying no to her would go and doesn't wanna risk it. She's welcomed him into her home so last minute after, he's trying to remember his manners right now.

Peter- “ thanks,... this is nice”

Y/N- “your welcome”

They have their drinks in awkward silence, she doesn't push him to say what's happened and risk angering him and he doesn't want to admit what happened and make himself so vulnerable.

Y/N- “ so do you a place to say for the night or a few days”

Peter- “ Oh umm, I don't wanna be a bother just the night”

Y/N- “ If you need to stay a few days it's okay really”

She knows what it's like to have nowhere to go and back then she had no one to call or turn to, so now that she is on the other side she won't turn him out no matter how much it hurts his pride to ask for help.

She walks around the counter to stand face to face with him and musters all her courage.

Y/N- “you don't have to explain and I won't ask but if you have no place to go, no place safe you'll stay here, and that's also not a question”

Hearing her voice crack as she speaks, how she's getting emotional over this, and is starting to tear up makes him panic a bit, he has no clue how to soothe someone who's crying, only know how to make them cry.

Peter- “ I'll stay, thank you”

Y/N- “good”

She grabs a blanket and pillow from her room and gets the couch made up for him, luckily the couch is long so he should be able to lay down without his feet hanging over the edge.

He stands back out of the way, she looks cute going about fixing things up for him. She takes so much care in every task, he's never had someone fluff a pillow for him, hell he's never done that for himself.

She's walking all about taking care of things so he decides to pick up after himself and take care of his wet clothes. He fishes all his stuff from the pockets and hangs his clothes over the shower curtain rod. Finding his camel pack the urge to smoke hits hard.

Peter- “ umm Y/N should I step out or?”

He holds up the cigarette pack to back up his vague words.

Y/N- “ there's a small balcony over here”

She pulls back the thick black out curtains revealing the screened in balcony that was completely hidden prior. She slides open the door and waves him over.

He steps out and goes to close the door behind him but she stops him, placing her hand next to his on the door. This closeness makes them lock eyes, both a bit unnerved and having a rush of feelings one wants to deny and the other is struggling to recognize.

Both jerk their hands away from the door and look in opposite directions, trying to clear away whatever had just flooded through them. A moment of awkward silence does the trick.

Y/N- “ I don't mind the smell, you can keep the door open”

Peter- “ really most find it disgusting, I'm not ever sure I like it”

Y/N- “ i umm, i don't really have memories of my father but I remember what he smelled like, gold camel cigarettes. I associate the smell with safety, home, love…. Yeah I'm messed up I'll just let you be”

She walks off cursing herself for oversharing such a personal thing. Oh I must have sounded crazy, fuck. She tries to distract herself from her stupid mind by gathering some supplies for him, hairbrush, toothbrush, hair ties, ect.

He's amazed she likes the smell, but secretly kinda glad, most people make disgusted or judgmental faces when he smokes, but she associates it with such sweet things. He doesn't want to like her, doesn't want to have a crush and have all those confusing vulnerable feelings but knowing she likes things about him is tallied in the good column in case he ever gets over his fear of vulnerability.

While he's coming back from the balcony he sees her placing a pile of things on the coffee table.

Y/N- “ for you, some essentials”

Peter- “ your really good at this whole hosting thing”

She gives him a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, it looks more sad than anything else. He wonders why? What's the reason she's so emotional about having him stay?

Y/N- “ well it's late I'm gonna go to bed, you need anything else”

Peter- “ phone charger”

Y/N- “ Look through the cords around the lamp one should work”

She had her own system of organizing so cords she would need when on the couch are kept around the base of the standing lamp next to the couch.

Y/N- “ good night peter”

Peter- “ good night Y/N”

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thorin-baby-bear · 2 years ago

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Hello, I'm here to bother you again! If you could and feel comfortable with, could you maybe right some Cg! Mr. Keating and Little!DPS boys headcanons please? I just feel like all of those boys need to be able to relax once and a while and Mr. Keating would be over the moon to help his boys out and be even more thrilled that they all feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable and small around him. Anyways that's all, have a great day!💜💜💜

EEEE Absolutely!!! Also yes, give those boys a break please

Cg!Mr. Keating and Little!DPS Headcanons :3

General:

Keating loves these boys like they were his own

As such he makes sure they all have a place to go that they know will be safe if they can't regress in their own room or if their cg is away

This place ultimately ends up being his office, in which he keeps lots of little gear and sensory stuff (well hidden from the prying eye)

They don't trust him all at once (Todd and Cameron take the longest), but eventually they all spend many a Saturday playing in Mr. Keating's office while he does some paperwork

It's a cozy scene, and one they are all glad of after the long weeks of Hellton

Neil

Neil is, of course, the one who trusts Keating first

He's already something of a parental figure to Neil, so when Niel decides to open up about his regression, nothing really changes

He does treat him a bit gentler when regressed, less pushing and more gentle persuasion (this really goes for all the boys)

Neil LOVES it when Keating reads to him, so he makes sure to buy his favorite books whenever he can

Lots of Arthurian Fairytales and Adventure Stories

Keating will also play whatever role Neil needs him to play in the shows he puts on with his stuffies

(He usually ends up playing the "scary" villain or the wise old wizard)

Neil isn't very used to physical affection from a parental figure, so it takes a while for him to warm up to Keating's casual hair ruffles or back pats

The second Neil gets uncomfortable, Keating stops, but it can be difficult to tell at times

Neil is very good at hiding how he truly feels

Keating actually has an oddly hard time telling when he's regressed if he's not told

But the second Neil comes into his office upset, he is ready to accommodate whatever he needs

Pacifier? On it

Comforting words? A whole notebook full

Someone to sit and listen? He's always had a good ear

He ends up being just what Neil needs in the absence of his own father

Todd

Again, he takes the longest out of all the poets to trust Mr. Keating enough to regress around him

He and Cameron usually just sat off to the side, watching the others play enviously

It wasn't that Todd didn't want to play, but the idea of being that vulnerable in front of others made him want to puke

No matter how much he tried to hide his discomfort, Keating always seemed to know what he was feeling

He was very good at making sure Todd was still included even if he wasn't comfortable enough to regress around him

Offers to take care of the others usually disguised an excuse for Todd to play and have fun while still being comfortable

Eventually the two had a conversation about Todd's feelings on regressing in front of Keating and the other Poets (which is something Keating would never force him to do)

They came to the decision that Todd would start regressing in front of the others little by little, taking baby steps and pulling back whenever needed

Keating made sure he was comfortable and set up his ground rules with the others for playing with Todd

No teasing, roughhousing, or bullying of any kind was the gist of the rules

The others were very kind and gentle with Todd for the most part (Charlie had a couple mishaps)

Todd still stuck mostly to Neil, but Keating soon become one of the few others he would cling to if he needed reassurance or comfort

He very much acts like a little koala, and Keating is usually fine getting clung to unless he needs to chase down one of the other boys

Keating still tries to get Todd out of his comfort zone, but in a much gentler, slower way.

Charlie

Firstly

Keating and Charlie definitely have a more rough relationship at first

Charlie doesn't have much issue with regressing in front of Keating, but when Charlie's regressed?

He's the brattiest little of all the boys.

Keating knows how to handle it, but he gets a little burnt out after multiple days of Charlie's antics and has to remind himself not to snap

If he does snap, he's always sure to tell Charlie that no, he doesn't hate him, he just needs a calm moment to breathe

Charlie knows to leave him alone then, if only for a moment

The two go back and forth with play arguments quite often

Keating also helps Charlie get his energy out by playing lots of soccer, or even sometimes just chasing him around the room until one of them is too tired to go on

The two get on each others nerves, but at the end of the day Keating just wants to make sure that he is safe and happy

Knox

Keating helps Knox out a lot when he can't understand what the others are talking about

He's very good at putting it into simpler terms for the boy and making sure he doesn't get too lost in the conversation

The two sit down together often to work through any homework he doesn't understand and help make it simpler for him (projecting? me? never!)

Keating is also has no problem going to Knox's other teachers and berating them for bullying him in class

Knox is one of the littles who definitely needs help falling asleep, so the others usually find him napping on Keating's lap while he work out difficult problems or works on grading

Meeks

Keating loves to help Meeks with little expirements when the boy is regressed

Does he understand the science? No, but Meeks does and it makes him happy, so what does that matter?

Keating also lets the Meeks and Pitts use the tv in his room to watch sci-fi programs and historical documentaries whenever he can

Pitts

I don't have much to say about Pittsy

However

I do think that he has a surprising sweet tooth that Keating is more than happy to indulge

He gets Pitts sweets anytime he goes into town

Both Keating and Pitts love red licorice, so they have their own stash set apart from the other snacks

Cameron

Cameron is... difficult

he doesn't regress around the others often

(mainly because he thinks that they really hate him)

but whenever he does, he stays very quiet and tries not to get in the way of their games too much, even though he really does want to play

He is the only one of the Poets that Keating pushes a bit harder to play with the others while regressed, because he knows that the others don't hate him

Keating hates seeing any of his boys feeling left out so, much like with Todd, he always makes sure Cameron has at least one person to play with at all times

He actually usually puts Todd and Cameron together to play because of how shy they both are

Because of this, the two become better friends, and end up sticking together like glue most of the time they are regressed.

Anytime Keating sees the two of them stuck together, he smiles a bit because of how proud he is of them coming out of their shells

Hooo this was a doozy! Loved every second of writing it <3 <3 <3

#dead poets society agere #dead poets society #cg!mr. keating #little!charlie dalton #little!todd anderson #little!neil perry #little!steven meeks #little!knox overstreet #little!gerard pitts #little!richard cameron #agere #age regression #safe agere #fandom agere #agere hcs #long post

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1d1195 · 1 year ago

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Tulips is truly heartbreaking. ❤️‍🩹 idk why that story makes me want to ask how you and your bf are doing. You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. I completely understand. But goddamn Tulips pulled at ever bit of my heart.

Oh you have no idea how much I love this message. Tulips was extremely personal to me and yeah... It means a lot to me that you read it and read between the lines 💕 I struggle to say how I'm feeling out loud a lot of the times so writing is helpful. Tumblr is also one of my favorite spaces to vent so don't feel bad asking personal questions lol. I'm very much an open book here hiding behind a computer screen.

My boyfriend and I have been together for a really long time--we're in the upper half of almost a decade at this point. I feel like at this point, I want him to read my mind because of it. Subconsciously, I don't think it's really fair of me to want that. He's wonderful, really, he is. I like to believe I wouldn't stay if he wasn't. I like being with him, we do fun things together, we have a lot in common, and he's very understanding of my anxiety.

To a point.

Sometimes I feel like he doesn't understand that I can't or don't want to do certain things because I get so stressed and he makes fun of me for it? Like weird things; I know they're weird and it's malicious on his part. It just bothers me after a while since it's been so long. Parking is my worst nightmare and I panic about it more than the actual event/place I'm going to. Or, I always look at the menu of the place we go to eat before we get there. My family is also really important to me--they drive me ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT CRAZY but I can't get rid of them. I can't not help them--my parents feel like toddlers sometimes and I just don't know how to not help. But I'm an eldest daughter and I can't say that being this way doesn't take a huge mental toll on my emotions and psyche every time I listen to one of them vent about the other. So I get why my bf says I need to set better boundaries but I don't think he understands how difficult that actually is in practice.

I am doing way better than I used to--back in high school or even college. But there are things in my life that I just can't seem to let go of and I know he's trying to help me move on or cope or whatever.

But it feels like when I do things like clean our apartment or try really hard to do special things he seems really apathetic. He doesn't recognize that certain things need to be done at certain times. Or that I like things done a certain way. And I know I'm neurotic. Like I know I'm not perfect and I don't always communicate how I feel.

When I do communicate how I feel about certain things or how I like things done, he always brings up something I do differently than how he would do it. So that brings me down a bit and I feel like I've changed a lot for the better and do a lot of things differently than I would have five or even ten years ago. So a lot of the time I just don't tell him what I'm feeling. I think he knows this though because he tells me sometimes I just explode because I let it simmer inside me and wait until some small grievance just boils me over. But it feels like he doesn't see that this is me trying or that there are things that he does that bother me but I feel like I can't say because he just turns it around on me.

I tell him all the time that if we broke up I wouldn't date anyone again (unless Harry Styles appeared in my life, of course). I think I really mean that. I like being in a relationship but I was single for a REALLY long time. Sometimes I think I miss it because I think sometimes I still feel like I'm a single person in a relationship. I'm pretty sure if we did break up I would be fine. Of course I would be extremely upset and heartbroken, but I know how to be an adult and take care of myself and whatnot. I would be surprised if he could name our utility company. Being single for a long time made me fiercely independent. I used to go out to breakfast by myself in college all the time. I don't mind being alone.

So, I hope this answers your question and I hope it doesn't make you think that I'm a stupid idiot for being in this relationship. We're good. We are. No relationship is perfect--I don't even think Harry Styles would be like the guy(s) I write about in my stories.

But maybe this gives some insight as to why I love my miscommunication trope so much.

Thank you for your message, your question, and of course just reading Tulips. I hold that one near and dear to my heart. 💕

xoxo

#tulips

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grungost · 10 months ago

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Hiiiiiiiii :3 (again)

Haha, I would *never* stop posting for almost three quarters of a year... Anyway, Senior years almost over, whatever, more importantly Dragon's Dogma 2 was released and is absolutely incredible. Once again breaking out the superlatives: one of my favorite overall games. Ok, I don't think I even want to go into that, so what am I writing about here? This is basically public journaling, or would be if anyone really read these. I'm not complaining, though, it's pretty much fine. I started watching House MD, another absolute banger show, scratches a similar itch to SVU, but instead of being about cops its about doctors and occasionally disparages cops (edit: obviously a positive, just to make that clear). I read Roadside Picnic, the book that Stalker is originally based on, that was super good. I don't read as much as I used to when I was in grade school or whatever. I started reading Gardens of the Moon, first book in the Malazan Book of the Fallen series; haven't gotten far, but its cool. Uhhh, I don't think there's much else really. Still like magic; I didn't even read everything I wrote in my last post, but I saw it was about some magic stuff and I still think that stuff's neat. Oh, there have been a bunch of really good original songs from some of the Hololive JP members (I don't think I ever mentioned that particular interest of mine, I'm pretty into both JP and EN vtubers), Suisei's "Bibidiba," Kobo's "Help," and Marine's song that I don't remember the name of. Whatever the latest one was. All of them bangers.

I don't think I ever mentioned that I got really into Fear and Hunger in the past year. Oh wait, that happened after my last post! Man, that was back in October and my last post was in August. Anyway, Fear and Hunger; what a difference between when I first found out about it. When I first played it, it had such an oppressive atmosphere, genuinely upsetting at times, if only on account of the fact I'd never played a game so visceral, bodily, and sexual; pretty unique experience. Once you get into the swing of things though its just a bunch of fun. Oh, it was incredible though, making it to Mahabre for the first time; I was sick for a significant portion of the summer, had a hacking cough and a persistent headache or something (wasn't Covid, thankfully), and when I first went there, the music, the bizarre underground sunlight, the feeling of digging into the secret and divine realm that undergirded everything I'd been through to that point, all of it was heightened by my dizziness. It was pretty worrying at the time when I was so tired and had a coughing fit long enough that I passed out for a minute or so, but in retrospect it totally enhanced the experience and I can't help but appreciate how the experience as a whole positively affected my perception of the game. I won't talk as much about F&H 2, it wasn't as good. I appreciated that it was going for something else, but I much prefer the straight up fantasy setting of the first one. don't get me wrong, still a great game, just not my favorite.

I think that about wraps it up. I'm not gonna promise consistency again, but maybe I'll keep my page up in a tab and it'll remind me to write sometimes. Maybe if I had a topic... Maybe I could write about Fox Junction, a PS1 JP-only roguelike that isn't especially fun but has such an incredible atmosphere I can't help but love it. Maybe I could write about Tunic, my favorite game of all time (I still don't remember, but there's a good chance I already did in my previous post on account of how similar the subject matter is re: synchronicity and a spiritual world). Or maybe, just maybe, I could write another long, rambling post about nothing in particular. Who's to say what I'll end up writing about, there's simply no way to be certain. Alright, later!

#Blugh...#Here we are again #Classic stuff going on in the tags #The writing never ends on my page #This is such a misuse of the tag system #I'm not gonna stop #Dude #I need to replay Cry of Fear #Very excited for October #Probably gonna save it for then on account of Halloween #Ok

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espionn · 5 months ago

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i dont wanna get into drama and i prefer to argue stuff in replies if im going to, because i dont wanna clog up my followers' blogs, but i do want to say something to this. im not here to get into a fight, just to respond because i disagree. i'm gonna go point by point.

i agree that clay and sunny view each other, and the rest of the dod, as siblings. there is a lot of evidence that they do. i think tsunami is debatable. in her tiny bit about her old crushes, she says specifically that the crush on clay ended because she realized HE saw HER as a sibling, not necessarily the reverse, and her reasoning for starflight was just because he was annoying. this is nitpicking, though, i could go either way on tsunami.

this is where i take a bit of issue. i think saying "they follow this OBVIOUS DYNAMIC" as evidence that they feel a certain way is rocky at best. i don't have a sister, i cant speak for sisters. but tsunami and glory's relationship was never outright said to be familial, and arguments about their type of dynamic is just kind of a waste of time. what one person sees as familial, another person may see as platonic or even romantic. without explicit proof it doesnt really matter.

again, this point is speculation, which is fine!! speculation is fine!!! but it cant really be used as evidence like you're using it here. starflight's crush on sunny, to me, is a very clear indicator that starflight does not view the dod as siblings. to imply that he saw her as a sister while also having a crush on her isn't doing much for your point. is that incest? in that case, wouldn't you be more concerned about incest being present in the wof series, since your point revolves around it?

As for your last statement. I'm sorry that it feels upsetting to see people ship a group that you can see yourself in, or ignore what to you feels like a great family dynamic. but you can't be angry at people for taking away their own interpretations of the story. other than clay and sunny, the relationships between the dod are *never* explicitly stated to be sibling-based. we can argue all day about undertones and author intention, but the truth is that it's never said in the text. personally i believe that even if it was said in the text, people are allowed to do whatever they want and people could still headcanon and ship whatever they wanted. but it isn't said plainly in any of the books, so arguing that there is one fundamentally good and pure reading of their dynamic is ultimately just going to make you more upset when people don't agree with that reading. other writers and artists aren't responsible for making sure you're comfortable. if it upsets you, it should be as easy as possible for you to avoid it, but i do believe it's your responsibility to avoid it.

personally i dont ship the dod. i prefer to think of them as siblings as well. and like i said, im sorry that it's been hard on you due to your own experiences. idk if it helps anything, but i like the art and headcanons you put out, i think your blog is cool. i just couldn't help giving my two cents because honestly it bothers me when people argue their own speculation as evidence that someone else is morally impure or that their own expression based on their own experience is invalid and shouldn't exist. have you considered that maybe someone who grew up and fell in love with their childhood friend, and lets say sees themself in the dynamic of glory and tsunami, might be hurt by your assertion that they are siblings and that it's awful and disgusting to see them as anything else?

sorry to jump in on this discussion. respond if you'd like, or dont. no pressure. i mean no ill will at all and i hope you have a good day.

Yall, pls reread the books. Sometimes you say shit that's just drictly contradicted.

The dod weren't raised as siblings. The dragons who raised them literally found the concept of them considering each other family disgusting. They consider each other siblings, but they weren't raised as siblings. Pls stop saying that so confidentially you'rer wrong. It's so annoying.

Yall piss me off, calm the fuck down, just cuz it makes you uncomfy doesn't mean there's a huge moral reason it's bad. The dod consider themselves family, but shipping them is no more incestuous than childhood best friends marrying once they reach adulthood.

Your alowed to be uncomfortable, your not allowed to be a dick and claim anyone who likes a thing is automatically a bad person.

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the-girl-with-the-glass-heart · 3 years ago

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Imagine if Harvey and Alex swapped bodies and had to do that whole cliche thing where they can't let anyone know.

Perhaps it's the farmers or the wizards fault but it doesn't really matter now they just have to fake it till the farmer can complete a stupid bundle to change them back.

Perhaps George has a check up scheduled with Harvey that they can't cancel so Alex has to pretend like he knows what he's doing while harvey just awkwardly sits in the room trying desperately to give hints.

"Now it's time to uhm- uh-" "God just spit it out already we know what checking some ones vitals means." "Oh, yeah that's definitely what I was gonna say!" "Yeah whatever just put that stethoscope thingy on his chest and ask him to breathe already so we can leave, I gotta... football?".

After the doctors visit Alex awkwardly asks George if it went well and George just goes "you seemed just as incompetent as usual, so I guess it was fine".

Harvey on the other hand is having a bit of struggle acting like Alex around everyone else, Harvey hasn't been Alex's age in a very long time and when he was Alex's age he wasn't very... uhm... Alex.

In his early 20's Harvey spent most of his time reading text books and building model airplanes, he didn't talk to alot of people if you get my drift.

So now Harvey is very awkwardly trying to imitate what a cool person in their 20's might be like even though he has no idea what that could be.

Haley asks him to dance at the flower festival and Harvey acts like his normally anxiously flattered self and that really weirds Haley out so much that she takes back the offer immediately, making Alex quite mad and embarrassed.

This would probably be even funnier if Alex and Harvey tried to dress more like themselves, just because Harvey is Alex now, that doesn't mean Alex gets to walk around in a letterman jacket as if he's still in high school, it's suits every 24/7! And Alex on the other hand spends alot of his time with his shirt off.

By the way Alex is incredibly upset by the loss of his abs, he went from being this buff and strong 20 year old with abs to having toothpick arms and chicken legs and somewhat flabby stomach (hey Harvey is pushing 40, he can't help it, it's why he takes aerobics classes) with a stupid mustache he thinks is hideous.

At one point Alex tries to tan to make himself feel better but he ends up looking like a giant tomato with obvious tan lines because Harvey is so pasty that he can't tan as good as Alex.

At the end of this when they switch back they're just gonna be like "Ya know, I thought the point of a body swap was to understand the burden of each other's life's and grow to understand each other more. All I learned is that I'm painfully awkward." "All I learned is that I'm never gonna be a doctor, it's too stressful" "Trust me Alex, that is NOT the reason you will never be a doctor.".

Edit: hey if you guys are gonna keep liking this post can I ask you to check out the drawing I made for this post, I worked hard on it and it's gotten very little attention, I know it's pathetic to beg for likes but it is the first thing I ever drew for stardew valley.

Plus it even has more ideas for this in it, I guess you don't have to but it would make me feel a bit better about wasting my time on drawing that.

#harvey stardew valley #stardew valley #alex stardew valley #stardew valley bachelors #stardew alex #stardew harvey

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mrcrawly · 3 years ago

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more umbrella academy headcanons cuz im lazy and id rather do this

🌕 Klaus is an insomniac. the ghosts often keep him awake and he often doesn't like to fall asleep when they're loud because it often causes him to have nightmares.

🌕 Five has nightmares, but he loves sleep. he can't function without at least 5 hours, even with coffee. since he and Klaus tend to be up at the same time during the night they spend time together then. since Klaus usually isn't tired (or at least not as much as Five is), he keeps him company. sometimes he reads to him, but usually just rambles and stays in his general vicinity until one of them falls asleep. usually, it's Five, and being around someone helps him to not wake up screaming during the night.

🌕 Ben writes poems. or, he comes up with the words, and Klaus writes them down for him.

🌕 Diego really likes romance novels. not necessarily because he's soft or whatever else, but because he likes just reading about two people who are very different falling in love despite their flaws.

🌕 Klaus likes enemies to lovers books (or fanfics) for similar reasons. he likes the idea of two people knowing all the awful things about the other person but still seeing just enough good to fall in love with them despite all the others bad things about them.

🌕 Five really likes 80's music, especially Billy Joel and Queen. he also likes some Frank Sinatra, but only certain songs.

🌕 maybe i'm projecting, but i kinda like the idea of autistic Five. i do not support "functioning" labels because i think they're kinda ableist just in their premise, but i guess you could consider him being a high-functioning autistic? or he's just used to masking it constantly? whatever you wanna think. or you can disagree, fine with me.

🌕 Luther has a sweet tooth, but doesn't know how to bake very well. he once tried to make Allison her favorite cake for her birthday, but it was really dry and he couldn't get it out of the pan because he forgot to grease it. it didn't taste bad, to his credit.

🌕 Vanya is anxious (which comes as a surprise to nobody). but a lot of her anxiety comes from failure or not measuring up, because she feels a need to prove herself, even now. so when she tries something new and isn't good at it almost instantly, she gets really frustrated.

🌕 surprisingly, Allison and Diego are the most understanding of her issue with perfectionism. Diego once found her in frustrated tears because she was trying to teach herself to sew so she could mend something for Five (an old quilt that ripped that he was really attached to, but never had time to fix). he was confused at first and she was really embarrassed, and tried to brush it off, but he just sat down with her and taught her the basics and she picked the rest up herself.

🌕 Allison noticed when she realized that Vanya didn't really play the violin anymore like she used to like to do, so she asked and Vanya told her about how she didn't feel like she was any good at it, and they talked about it a little.

🌕 Five not only has issues expressing affection openly, but also has a hard time being open with his emotions. he has a sort of complex about protecting his family from things, and he worries that it'll upset them. but he ends up bottling up frustration and anger and sadness until he snaps at people. he feels really bad when he makes his siblings upset by doing it, so he tries to compensate by doing things for them and picking up slack (doing chores for them, helping out with things, spending time with them, making sure they eat).

🌕 a lot of the time, Five tires himself out trying to deal with all his emotions. nobody knew how to push him to talk about it without upsetting him. then one day, Five came up to Vanya when she was up reading one night and said, "can I talk to you?" in a way that wasn't hostile, or guarded, or nervous. so Vanya let him and listen to him finally go into detail about the things that happened to him when he was gone. she didn't really know what to say about it, so they just kind of sat like that until Five fell asleep in a chair across from her bed. it was a little better after that.

🌕 every once in a while, Klaus conjures Ben in front of the family so they can talk to him. it gets easier every time they do and Klaus can keep him in the physical realm for over half an hour if he concentrates.

🌕 Ben talks during movies and shows and tends to get really excited. a lot of the time when they sit down to watch movies Klaus is going "shhh!" even when no one else is talking, but they already know who he's talking to

🌕 Ben still has a lot of things he likes and tends to ramble about them. Klaus always humors him and does his best to listen since he doesn't have anyone else to talk to. Klaus never mentions it, but he notices that when Ben rambles about his interests, he tends to pace around the room, pull at the strings of his hoodie, rocks back and forth, sometimes he flaps his hands a little or bounces on his toes. it doesn't bother him, and Ben doesn't seem to notice when he does it, so he just listens and nods along. he wants Ben to feel like somebody cares about him and wants to listen to him. he may not be alive anymore, but Klaus still loves his brother, and he thinks it's important that he shows that whenever he can.

🌕 Ben sometimes asks Klaus to conjure him for a couple of seconds so he can have a hug, and Klaus always does. it doesn't take too much strength anymore, and Klaus needs a hug as much as Ben does some days.

🌕 Ben is really physically affectionate, so not being able to touch anyone or anything without Klaus around kinda sucks.

#tua headcanon #klaus hargreeves #umbrella academy #umbrella academy season 3 #umbrella academy season 2 #the umbrella academy #allison hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #Ben Hargreeves #diego hargreeves #Luther Hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #time travel #music #trauma #insomnia #headcanons #tua s3 speculation #tua headcanons

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apompkwrites · 4 years ago

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love in their own way || albedo, childe, xiao, zhongli

masterlist characters: albedo, childe, xiao, zhongli genre: fluff summary: in which their s/o's aren't as forward about their emotions, but still manage to have their little tells that express their love. notes: i hope this meets the request! i had a lot of fun writing this! i just want the boys to be happy :)

albedo -

i like to think albedo is secretly clingy but doesn't allow himself to show it to anyone.

naturally, it's just because he's always holed up with his work.

when he consciously does it... it's because he's nervous.

remember the end of his quest when he's talking to himself at dragonspine?

that's why he's nervous.

anyway!!

he's not too bothered by the fact that you're more reserved.

he has a lot of work so he can't really dwell on the idea for too long.

just you being there when he's working is good enough for him :D

as we all know, this boy is very into experimentation and learning.

so trying to decipher your minuscule facial changes is actually really interesting to him!

he has a bunch of notes just on the little details he can find about you.

and since he's so observant, it doesn't take him long to realize that there are certain signs that only appear around him.

he'll notice them when he's painting you.

whenever he's waiting for results, he'll use the time to draw you <3

because he's done this, he practically has you memorized.

so imagine his surprise when he sees your expression change whenever he leaves your sight.

it takes him a while to actually be able to see this, but i'm sure it's because of timaeus and sucrose.

after all, they're around you a lot whenever albedo is busy.

they probably take a picture to show him something they did while he was gone and that's when he notices.

he doesn't even have to look at a different picture of you.

he can just tell you look different.

the little crinkle next to your eyes was gone.

your lips were more pursed than usual.

you now had a crease in between your brows you didn't have before.

the next time he sees you, he'll hold up the picture next to your face to confirm they're different.

he wants to ask why there's a "clear" difference in your appearance but he already knows why.

he'll ask you just to be sure, though--

your cheeks get a tiny tiny bit darker when you answer wholeheartedly.

it does make him chuckle when he hears that you're so smitten for him in your monotonous voice.

the picture sucrose and timaeus took isn't his favorite of you, so he ends up taking a new one when you two are both exploring dragonspine.

it's a reminder of how much you really love him <3

childe -

out of the four boys here, he's definitely (in my opinion) the most affectionate.

like, this boy will take whatever he can get to just hold you for a second.

especially if you're also from snezhnaya but came all the way to liyue to keep him company.

he's very family-oriented as we've seen, so he treasures these relationships.

now, with an unaffectionate s/o?

honestly, i don't think he'd be too upset about it.

like i said, he really treasures these familial relationships.

because of this, it's his top priority to make sure you feel comfortable in the relationship.

he won't necessarily keep his distance, but he won't be too clingy either.

he'll stand right beside you, enough to where you can almost feel his skin touching yours.

as for your expressionlessness...

it'll take him a bit to really understand how you're feeling.

it's a lot of communication because he doesn't want to mess anything up.

near the beginning of the relationship, he'd ask how you're feeling and if there's anything bothering you.

but once he finally notices the subtle differences in your face, such as a slight eyebrow raise or a tilt of the head, he'll be able to read you easier.

nothing too complex, but just enough for him to tell your emotions.

there is one subtle change that he always looks for, however.

he's realized, with the help of zhongli of course, that there is a specific characteristic that only happens when he's in your line of sight.

your lips are normally pressed in a fine line.

however, around him, the corners lift up ever-so-slightly.

the only reason he's able to see it is that he'll catch himself staring at your lips because he wants a kiss :)

once he sees that, he starts noticing your little quirks whenever you're around him.

you'll lean closer to him as you're walking through liyue harbor.

your eyes start to soften as he talks on and on about his day (and complains about scaramouche--).

he loves the idea that all of these little details about you only happen around him,

it makes him feel... important.

and loved.

even if he holds back from touching you, he'll settle for seeing your cold exterior melt around him.

xiao -

he's not too well versed in affection...

i mean, he's the vigilant yaksha that is known for being stoic just like you are.

you two are basically carbon copies of each other.

no affection and no clear expressions of love.

people (who know both you and xiao) often forget that you two are actually together.

like, they just think you two sit in silence when you're both tired of dealing with people.

they... aren't necessarily wrong.

the two of you are often found sitting at the balcony looking over liyue.

sometimes you bring him almond tofu to share :)

it's very rare for the two of you to actively show your love for each other, mainly because you both know your feelings.

although... xiao does have those moments.

it's not like he's completely oblivious to the whispers about you two.

and on the days where his karma acts up, he gets insecure.

he's... really scared that one day you'll leave just like the others.

it doesn't matter if you're a mortal or an adeptus, he's scared that one day he'll wake up and you'll be gone.

and if that ever comes, he's scared you'll pass on either doubting your feelings or his.

it doesn't help when he notices the difference in your attitude and appearance when he's around.

his first instinct is that he's doing something bad.

either you're angry or upset at his mere existence...

verr goldet's the one who has to explain why you seem different.

she's quite observant on her own, especially because you're the first person that xiao actively enjoys being around.

she'll be the one to tell him that it isn't because you're mad at him.

you have minuscule changes because that's how xiao makes you feel.

you're so soft around him and she can tell just from the small interactions she's seen of you.

for example, when you're talking to the chef downstairs, you have the same expression that xiao has when he's talking to people.

you're annoyed but you know how to handle it.

but when you're around xiao, it's like everything that bothers you disappears.

it's like you're in your own domain whenever he's around.

nothing else matters except for him.

and even if she's relying on small observations and pure intuition, she can tell that the changes are good.

your eyes that seem to look anywhere besides the person you are talking to are completely different from the ones that seem to only focus on xiao.

your normally stiff body relaxes every time you summon xiao at the balcony.

the tiny smile that graces your lips when you disappear to the top of the inn for hours on end.

verr goldet's explanation calms his heart.

his worries seem to disappear and the next time he sees you...

this is the one thing his karma can't take away. he'll be sure of it.

zhongli -

zhongli is also another person who isn't well versed in relationships.

although he isn't as inexperienced as xiao, it'll take some time for him to figure it out.

he's not someone who craves affection like it's the only thing keeping him alive.

he definitely would appreciate it but he completely understands that it isn't something you tend to give.

so instead, he'll show his love in the smaller things.

such as telling you stories, sharing tea, going out on walks, etc.

he's another person who is very observant, especially in people close to him.

his storytelling friends often ask him about your relationship with one another.

they try to bring it to his attention that you may not be as interested as he thinks you are.

of course, he'll simply laugh them off and tell them that they should listen to the person who knows you best.

he'll turn those questions into a big story and explain how they're mistaken about you.

he's never actively told anyone this, save for hu tao who tries to bug him into telling her, but he'll tell them about all of the tiny details that tell him your feelings.

when you're feeling upset, you puff out your cheeks a small bit.

when you're angry, your glare hardens at whatever is making you mad.

when you're happy, your lips part slightly.

when you're in love... well, that's a detail he'll keep for himself.

he's quick to say goodbye to his peers, practically rushing back to your shared home.

he's greeted by you as soon as he opens the door.

your stoic expressions... would be exactly the same to anyone else.

but to him, it's like you've lit up like a small puppy seeing their human parents come home after years.

you don't run up to him, but you turn to look at him and away from the book on the table.

he'll greet you with a quiet nod, pulling out the chair and sitting next to you.

he'll take the book from you, taking in your appearance for a moment.

your shoulders relax by a hair and you move your chair an inch closer to his.

you don't lean your head on his shoulder but you lean towards him as if you were about to.

it's these moments that make everything worth it to zhongli.

here, in your home and in your life, he's simply zhongli.

the man you fell in love with and allowed your reserved self to open up to.

and he would trade anything just to have these moments with you.

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humandisastertonystark · 1 year ago

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I'm sorry, I really wasn't trying to interfere with your discussion but there were words said, that literally made my blood boil as a person that was "raised" by abusive parents.

Odin did not abuse his children.

I cannot describe how much I gagged reading this entire book of excuses for Odin's actions and how him being a fictional, ancient old space viking with his own philosophy, apparently suddenly redefines the definition of abuse.

Do you know what you sound like, saying these things?

You sound like those people that excuse hitting children with "Well back in my day, that's how we were taught respect and I came out fine" or "That's how we discipline our kids in my culture"

You make the typical standpoints every abusive parent has ever made when being called out: "I just wanted what's best for you!"

Also the continuous downplay of *emotional* abuse? Emotional abuse is as bad as physical abuse. Yes, you do not outright talk about it but it does seem that you do not see how utterly traumatizing and horrible the things he did and said, were.

But even if he downright hit Loki with his scepter, you would probably still come up with some excuse, like how that would "still be considered nice for a viking/someone from his culture".

You do not need to try to explain to me what's a simple "conflict" and what's "abuse". Trust me when I tell you, every person that ever had to experience that shit, is *very well aware* of the difference between a conflict and abuse.

There were SO MANY people that connected to Loki as a victim of parental abuse and that is certainly not because we are grasping at the tiniest straw of resemblance or because we simply misinterpret their dynamic and every portrayed situation.

Odin DID NOT treat Loki well or equal to Thor. Those are facts, not up for interpretation. Even people without a history of abuse could see that.

We recognized *the pattern*, the typical *behavior* and *phrases* that are always used by abusive parents. Odin is literally a prime example of "how to traumatize your child"

+("and avoid being called out on it by conveniently falling into Odin sleep)"

By stating that, what Odin did, is not abuse because this and that, you're basically telling every single one of those people, that whatever they've gone through was also not abuse because their parent was "a complicated person that had their own reasons and burdens and was trying as best as they could in these hard times".

I honestly couldn't give less of a crab leg what his "reasons" were. Because golly jee, guess what abusive parents also like to excuse themselves with. You're right, it's the beloved "reasons"!

But you know what? There are no justifiable reasons! There will never be! No generational, cultural or "we're not from this galaxy" reason, makes something suddenly not abusive.

Being a fictional space Methusalem from Asgard does not make someone immune to their actions being called emotionally abusive.

I can't believe the effort and mental gymnastics you've gone through to defend someone, that stood above his crying son dangling from the edge of the bifröst and then drove him to commit suicide, by only replying with the helpful words "No, Loki"

I usually try not to let my emotions bleed through my writing. And if you like Odin so be it, that's your tea... but that you deliberately keep denying, that Odin was emotionally abusive and try to defend his abusive behavior, makes me feel physically sick.

I don't expect you to reply to this and I honestly don't really want you to because this conversation will obviously not go anywhere.

(Although I obviously can't stop you from replying)

I just felt the need to express how your stance on the "abuse topic" felt disrespectful and kinda ignorant to me and I'm not really someone to overly sugarcoat my opinion, just to not make the other person possibly upset.

Anyway, for anyone else who had to read this, excuse my rather personal rant. Sometimes I just need to write my opinion or else I will be thinking about it for the rest of the week.

Does you actllty like odin because I thought everyone hated him.

...Why would people hate him? I struggle to understand that, even now. I have my theories, which I've spoken off in other places.

I think, and I don't like to say this, because there are certainly takes that aren't, but in general, that opinion is very juvenile. There's a desire to want to 'defend and protect' people from him, which betrays a lack of understanding of the dynamics in the films, and a tendency to side with children over adults, even grown children, and to see older people as symbolic of institutional power, as well as parental power, over them, and therefore a yoke that needs throwing off. There's a childish 'shut up, DAD!' to the criticism. More seriously, the desire to paint him as abusive reminds me of the problem of people confusing conflict for abuse, something that's a major issue in online spaces and real life. Outrage and extremism are rewarded and sought after, so everything is heightened. In that lens, a father who tried to do right by his children but who was in a unique circumstance because of his desire to challenge the status quo and fated enmity of two warrring peoples, a king who can't put the needs of his children over the suffering of his people and risk to his kingdom, now becomes a monster who delights in playing favourites and abusing them for kicks. It's disheartening.

There's precious little sympathy for characters like him, especially in this genre. Superhero fare is pretty black and white, and even characters like Loki rest pretty firmly in the 'good' side of that. But Odin is that rare character who not only doesn't play by that simple dichotomy, he doesn't get to live in a world so neatly divided. It's part of his isolation from the others. So usually, people see the gray and decide he must not be 'good', and if he's not 'good', he must be 'bad'.

The films have little time to explore him or his motivations or how he chooses to navigate his murky situation, and it's all the worse because he's a secretive person who actively disguises his motivations and goals. He's a minor character in screen time, but looms large over the plot and other characters' motivations, so most of what we see of him is what other people tell us he is. Most of which is, of course, untrue. That's the Odin that lives in their heads, and not the actual man, who is the rare character in the MCU you actually have to watch and pay attention to to understand. In universe, no-one bothers to do that - they are content with the version they've created to hate. So the audience thinks that version is also the real one, because it's easier to understand and categorize.

I love Odin, in mythology, and in the MCU. He's a much kinder person in the MCU for sure! But I'm glad that, even in a fairly straightforward world, they gave Odin no clear answers. He remains contradictory and deeply flawed, a thoroughly miserable person but with something compelling him to try and change the destined end of the world. How could I not love someone like that? How could people who say they like Loki not like a character who is so similar?

I get depressed when I encounter Odin haters. I feel like they've completely misunderstood and missed out on a fundamental part of the story, and I worry that if their sentiments infect the actual MCU, it will besmirch the efforts of those who came before and the humane story I fell in love with. Odin was not intended to be a bad parent or a bad person, and I don't think he is. He is intended to be someone that people IN UNIVERSE see as a full villain or as a full hero, but he is neither. He is a person who was faced with difficult choices, and he chose to do some radical things that many others of his kind would never do. He paved the way for a better future and better choices for others by defying the prejudices and traditions of his people, but because he was a trailblazer, he did not have the benefit of learning from others' examples, like Thor and Loki have because of him.

Comparing him to Thanos or other actually abusive parents is repellant. Never once have I seen anyone who claims to hate him actually engage with the character as depicted, nor how they would cut through the Gordian Knot of compromises the character had to contend with. They handwave away the moral questions as 'actually super easy to solve', which is something I abhor in fiction (it's also why I deeply dislike Spider-Man: NWH, which handwaves away the motivations and tragedies of villains from previous series). No, nothing was easy to solve about the choices presented to Odin, and I think the character had both logical and emotional rationale for his choices. He actually made pretty bold and forward-thinking plans, they just all tend to suffer from his fatal flaw - he thinks about them as logical, but they're really motivated by emotion that he keeps at arm's length, which leads to him showing vulnerability and being punished for it.

This is something that goes by so fast in the films, but I loved it because it is such a fundamentally male experience. Odin is someone being crushed under pretty much every expectation of masculinity, from man to warrior to father to husband to king, and whenever he tries to show regret, fallibility or vulnerability, the other characters find it disturbing and swiftly reject him, forcing him back into the performance and the misery that comes with it.

Odin may ponder what is the correct decision, but does not mistake that for what is the most moral decision. He is someone who is both logical and emotional but who hasn't integrated those two halves of himself together very well.

If you hate the character, I'd be happy to talk about it. It is okay to just not like characters! Including gray ones. But for me, I can really think about Odin, and I like that he can't be easily written up for a bland Fandom page that requires everything be spelled out or it 'doesn't count'. He exists in the between spaces of the story, and it is a very sad and lonely tale.

TL;DR : He's a complicated man in a simple story. In the Squid Game of Sugar Cookie, he got the Umbrella. I am sad that such a fundamental character to the foundation of the THOR franchise's quality and themes is so misunderstood and unappreciated by this fandom. I don't think you can love this franchise and not have some care for Odin.

#tw emotional abuse #odin's a+ parenting #rant #personal rant

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randomshyperson · 3 years ago

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 19 - The Seventh Yearh (Part Four)

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Chapter Warnings: PTSD, mentions of violence, dark magic, mind games, emotional manipulation, brief sexual teasing/thematic with minors, angst, minors kissing.

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Chapter 19 - Part XIX - The Seventh Yearh (Part Four)

The tent is already set up, and you are sitting in the living room, adjusting the radio on the kitchen table.

"Are you sure it was working before?" You mutter discontentedly, beginning to feel frustrated with the device that refuses to recognize the signal.

Wanda, who is standing next to you with a magic book in her lap, doesn't take her eyes off the reading when she answers yes.

Agatha comes out from inside the room with several objects in hand, and dumps them on the table in front of you.

"Well girls, what I have to do in this country can only be done during the day, so let's study in the meantime." She announces as she arranges the jars she has brought. You raise your eyebrow, pushing the small radio away.

"Actually I wanted to ask a few questions and finish going through the memories, Agatha." You say but she laughs, denying with her head.

"That's exactly what I'm talking about." She says. "Are you trying to lose your mind completely? You can't use zinnia for too long. It destroys that fragile mind of yours. I'm sure that's part of the curriculum, so what are you doing at Hogwarts if not studying?" She sneers and then looks at Wanda. "Oh wait, I know what kept you busy."

You turn red, but before you can complain about the woman's lack of description, Wanda is speaking.

"In case you have forgotten, we learned about zinnia in fifth grade." She says. "And Hogwarts was not an example of any teaching in that period or the year after for Y/N."

Agatha rolls her eyes, shrugging to end the teasing. You feel too embarrassed to look at Wanda again.

"Well, I'll go and fix Kaecillius' damage to my school administration then." Says the teacher. "If Miss Stark intends to become a decent witch, she needs to learn magic. The same goes for you, Miss Maximoff."

"I know magic, Agatha." Wanda begrudgingly retorts, her gaze returning to the book.

"If I remember correctly, my tutoring was discontinued, so there is much you need to learn."

"You remember it well, yes. We had to break off relations because you attacked my girlfriend." Wanda returns the teasing, but Agatha only laughs lightly as she begins to do some mixing.

“Water under the bridge, now.” She mutters, and soon, she’s putting a cup in front of you, and pouring a clear liquid inside.

"No, thank you." You say, leaning your arms on the table. Wanda gives a short laugh from your side without taking her eyes off the book.

"It's not poison." Agatha says.

"I know, I've seen you do it." You say. "I just won't drink it because it would be the second intoxication in less than 24 hours."

Agatha laughs, pulling the glass back to herself. A proud smile on her lips because you were able to recognize that whatever she was doing, it wasn't ready yet.

She charms the mixture, purple magic touching the liquid, until the color changes to a brilliant gold.

She pushes the glass back, and you raise an eyebrow.

"Drink."

"No."

"Wanda, darling, drink this." She says pushing the glass toward the girl. The witch sighs, her eyes on the book.

"Don't drag me into it, Agatha. " She says. "It was you who told her not to accept drinks from strangers."

"You two are so annoying." The witch declares. You giggle, but accept the drink.

For the next hours, Agatha teaches you to recognize the smell, and then the taste, of different plants, so that if you do get poisoned, at least have time to try something.

It's dinnertime when she decides to wrap up with one last potion, and you're resting your head on the table, waiting for her to finish brewing the potion, the book she's enchanted floating in the air beside her.

"Here." She says pushing the bottle in front of you.

It is only when the potion touches your lips that you recognize the taste. The same elixir Agatha gave you in the dungeon.

Your body tenses, and you cough awkwardly, pushing the cup back to her while she watches you attentively.

“W-why would you…” You started feeling your chest hurt, your heart racing. Swallowing the emotion away, you look at her, but Agatha is already organizing everything.

"What did you do?" Wanda asks worriedly, noticing the way you have gotten jumpy. Agatha sighs.

"Trauma can be a powerful thing, Miss Stark." Murmurs the older witch. "An immense vulnerability to an opponent to take advantage of. You'll need to overcome that if you want to protect her."

You stand up, feeling embarrassed and overwhelmed, evading Wanda's touch on your shoulders. "I'm going to bed."

"I didn't mean to upset you, Miss Stark." Agatha says, but you are already leaving.

You hear Wanda slam the book down hard on the table before following you back into the bedroom.

As you sit on the bunk, trying to normalize your breathing, she kneels in front of you, her hands on your neck.

"What happened?" she asks worriedly, her fingers caressing your skin.

"It 's stupid."

"Tell me."

You sigh, looking down at your own lap. "It's the same potion she used on me, in the dungeons. To keep me awake."

"I'm going to kill her." Wanda says simply, but when she makes mention of getting up, you hold her in place.

"Hey, it's okay." You say quickly. "She's messing with us, again. But I don't think she really meant any harm. Besides, we have an agreement don't we?"

But Wanda had an anger in her gaze that you have never seen before, her jaw locked. You touched her cheek with your hand.

"Wanda?"

"I hate this, Y/N." She confesses between teeth, her eyes filling with angry tears. "I hate what she did to you. I hate that I can't change, take your pain away. Not being strong enough to protect you. Or smart enough to see that she was using me an-

"Wanda, stop it." You interrupt seriously, and as your hand moves down her neck, you feel the metal of the necklace. Sighing softly, you keep your attention on the green orbs in front of you. "I really want to take away all the guilt you feel before it eats you alive, but I don't know how. Tell me how to help you."

Wanda seems surprised at your words, and just looks at you. And then to your lips, and you feel her breath hitch, before she puts a little distance between your faces.

"I'll be fine." She assures you with a sad smile. "My priority is whether if you will be as well."

You smile at her. "I'm only okay when you're okay, Wanda."

It sounded romantic in your head, but maybe those weren't the words you should have chosen, because Wanda looked away immediately, almost embarrassed, and not for the right reasons. Swallowing dryly, she got up from the floor.

"I-I'm going to talk to Agatha." She declares. "About boundaries. This won't work if we don't have any." She walks away to the bedroom door, but before she leaves, she turns to you again. "I'm also going to heat up dinner. Join us if you want."

But you wouldn't. You weren't hungry, and you were feeling stupid for saying that just hours after you heard Wanda confess that she hated that your life depended on hers.

So you threw yourself on the bed, and tried to get some rest.

You ended up oversleeping. And you only woke up because Wanda was having a nightmare in the top bed.

Moving quickly out of the bunk, you stood, turning to check on her.

A frown even with closed eyes, wriggling slightly in bed. You sighed with concern, tracing the skin of her face to wake her without startling her.

When she had a small jolt, her eyes were red, but they returned to their normal color when she realized she was only dreaming, and threw her face back into the pillow.

"I'm sorry." She murmured in a hoarse voice, but you just supported your arms on the mattress, and your face in them.

"For what?"

"For waking you up." She retorts, turning to lie on her side, and face you.

"No problem." You say. "I guess in a way I'm returning favors."

Wanda smiles, but it is so short that you feel awkward. And then you extend your fingers to her neck.

"Why are you still wearing this?" You ask about the necklace, and she frowns slightly, turning back to stare at the ceiling.

"Agatha hurts you when she wears it." She says simply. " So I will wear it to avoid that."

You shake your head. "No way, take it off now."

Wanda moves further away, on the edge of the bunk. You sigh impatiently, and climb onto the mattress.

The metal makes a noise with the new weight, but you are busy trying to get the necklace off Wanda, who grumbles and tries to struggle against your hands as she tries to keep you from falling off the bed.

You end up on top of her, the necklace in your right hand, but your other hand dangerously close to her breasts.

"Don't wear it for long." You tell her half out of breath from the struggle and the closeness, Wanda is looking at you wide-eyed. "Let's switch whenever it starts to get too much, okay?"

"Y-yes."

"Wanda, you're blushing." You tease with a smile, watching her cheeks. She looks at your mouth, frowning.

"No I'm not."

"Is it because I'm on top of you, baby?" You continue, and she turns even redder. You were going to tease her further, but while you were talking, you had moved to put the necklace on.

And when the object hung around her neck, all the tension changed.

You looked into Wanda's longing gaze and could only remember that she chose to leave you. Without asking your opinion. Without caring about your feelings.

So you pulled away, with a neutral expression, laying down on the bed beside her.

There is a silence between you, Wanda is trying to control her heartbeat and you are trying to push so many doubts that pop into your head at once.

"I think if you're not going to be with me, we shouldn't do this kind of thing anymore." You state simply, and can hardly be bothered by the way Wanda stands tense beside you.

And there is a long pause, until she speaks. "Okay."

You want to scream at her lack of reaction. All you do is stand up, and leave the room.

From that distance, you cannot hear Wanda crying against the pillow.

//-//-//-//-//

It doesn't take long for you to realize that wearing the necklace is addictive.

The deal is not more than four hours for each, but every time the object is hanging around your neck, you are gripped by the urge to keep it with you.

There is a whisper in the back of your mind saying that Wanda could lose it, or break it, and it's hard to push those lines away when you need to give it back, but you manage. And you wonder if Wanda thinks the same things.

When you are wearing the necklace, you feel apathetic and angry. It's as if all the bad things that have happened to you reach the surface at once. You give short answers, and isolate yourself. Your mind sighs things that you think you should remember are lies.

Agatha is trying to make you a better witch. The same for Wanda.

She teaches you things you don't know, from books you've never seen.

But with weeks of running and camping, and the horcrux around your neck, you begin to grow impatient with the lack of answers.

So you are breaking a plate without realizing it.

"Fuck." You grumble in irritation as you feel the pain of the small cut on your hand. The noise has attracted the other two women, and it is Wanda who reaches for you first, but when she touches your forearm to pull your hand and see the cut, you move away as if you have been slapped. "Don't."

And you throw the dishcloth on the table, leaving the tent.

You are somewhere in northern Ireland, Agatha said it was at least.

And there are many trees obscuring your surroundings, but you walk among them without caring about getting lost. The necklace whispers that you should be alone, and you believe it.

The cut on your hand aches a bit, but you stop only when you reach the edge of a lake.

Maybe the icy water will calm your anger. Or maybe you will die of hypothermia and Wanda will live happily without you. The last thought made your stomach turn, but you kept taking off your clothes.

The necklace was cold against your skin, but no colder than water.

You dove in, and stayed under the water until you needed to breathe again.

The tears on your face were tears of frustration, but the lake wiped them away.

You wondered if they would leave without you.

If Wanda would run away and abandon you in Ireland.

She didn't want you to stay with her after all.

She didn't want you.

You sobbed.

And you went back under the water until you stopped crying.

But then someone jumped into the lake, the noise startled you.

You opened your eyes to find Wanda's terrified look under the water before you ascended together.

"Merlin, what is your problem?" She squinted in desperation, and you realized that she began to cry. "I thought you were-"

But she sobbed without being able to complete, and you shrank back against the cold water, hugging your body. "I just went for a swim."

"Don't ever do that again." She pleads between tears, throwing herself against you in a tight embrace, which you don't reciprocate.

The horcrux screams in the back of your head, like a loud whistle, and you are pushing Wanda by the waist. "I'm fine, we can go."

You walk out of the lake in a mechanical manner, ignoring the upset look Wanda has as you do so. And you put on your clothes in silence, until you are standing clumsily at the edge.

Before you return however, Wanda calls out to you.

"Take it off."

"I still have time." You mumble without looking at her, but Wanda is approaching and you clench your jaw.

"I wasn't asking." She says and you lock eyes with her in defiance, not moving. When she is close enough to pull out, you move forward and kiss her on the mouth.

She sighs affected, almost losing her balance. And when she motions to kiss you back, you pull away.

"Don't touch what isn't yours." You don't know if you're talking about the necklace, or your body, but either way Wanda's eyes fall to your lips, and she holds her breath.

"I wasn't." She whispers, and without losing her composure, her hands go up your arms until they reach your neck, and she is so close that you ignore the urge to keep the necklace, and let her do whatever she wants. Her fingers find the item. "The necklace belongs to any worthy slytherin. And you, darling, you have always been mine."

You sigh as the necklace comes off, and Wanda throws it on the floor the next moment.

This time, it is she who breaks the distance, bringing your mouths together in a passionate kiss.

Your head spins, and you surrender. Her hands go to where the necklace was, and her tongue invades your mouth without waiting for permission, taking you for herself, making you gasp.

Thrusting your body forward, with your hands on Wanda's waist, you press her against the tree behind her, never breaking the kiss and making her sigh at having your body so close.

You are kissing each other firmly, with longing. You breathe breathlessly against each other's lips, afraid that if any of you pull away you will be done for good.

Your hands start to move down before you can think about it, and when they reach Wanda's ass, you squeeze the flesh against your hands, and she moans against your lips, thrusting her hips forward, begging for more.

There's not the slightest possibility that your first time with Wanda would be in a forest, in the middle of the snow, but when she bites your lips and kisses you like this, it doesn't seem so impossible. It gets hard not to think about getting down on your knees, tasting her where you imagine she would like it.

"We shouldn't." She manages to whisper between kisses, in the mess you two have become, and all you do is move your lips down her jaw, and then her neck. And Wanda whimpers, digging her fingernail into your shoulder. "Please."

You don't know if she is asking for more, or to stop. The second option breaks your heart, but you follow it, breathing out of rhythm as you pull your lips from her skin, pulling away.

Wanda's lips are swollen from kissing hard, her pupils dilated, her chest heaving. And you want to kiss her again, but you just swallow dry and put more distance between you.

"W-we should go back." You mumble in a hoarse voice, looking down at the ground.

"There you are!" Agatha's voice makes you jump in fright, and so does Wanda. The tension turned to shame of you being found, with clearly visible appearances of what you two were doing. But the older witch doesn't mind, a teasing smile. "Busy?"

"I just came to check if she was okay." Wanda answers quickly, clumsily as she bends down to pick up the necklace she threw on the floor.

"I imagine so." Agatha mutters. "We need to go, we didn't come here for nothing."

The way back is silent,you don't have the courage to face Wanda, but she has put the necklace back on, and isn't looking because she must be hating herself, again.

And you bite the inside of your cheek, not knowing what to do.

Agatha is whistling, and you realize that you are not going back to the tent.

"Where are we going, Agatha?" You ask curiously, and she replies still looking forward.

"Your father really did have friends in all places, Miss Stark."

You frown, but it is Wanda who speaks. "Vague answers don't make you sound mysterious, Agatha. They just annoy me."

The older witch laughs at the comment, but you think you must be too affected by the make-out session, because Wanda's locked jaw makes you wish she would just kiss you again, non-stop this time.

Clearing your throat, you look away, and decide to follow the two other witches in silence.

“We are here to see a quite despicable sorcerer, who is going to make mean and unkind remarks, and you are going to be silent so that I can go on."

You exchange a look with Wanda, who has an expression of indignation on her face.

"I can' t promise that, Agatha. " She says. "Wouldn't it be better to leave us in the tent?"

"So you can be grabbing each other like two animals in heat?" She retorts and you choke in surprise, looking away to the ground immediately. "I don't really care, but I need Stark, because Tivan owed Howard a favor and only agreed to deal with her present. And well, I expected you wouldn't let her come alone with me."

Wanda completely ignores Agatha's teasing to reply "You're right, I don't trust you."

"Thanks, sugar." The witch retorts, causing the younger girl to roll her eyes impatiently. "Do me a favor and keep that necklace well hidden. Or give it back to me."

"No." She answers quickly. "I'll keep it."

"As you wish." Agatha says and you stand in silence as you walk through the small village.

It is really very quiet, and the few people on the street don't bother to look at you guys at all.

And then you are at the gate of a huge mansion, and Agatha is telling the gatekeeper that you have an appointment with the "collector."

"Why do you call him that?" You ask, and she gives a little laugh.

"You'll understand in a minute."

You walk down the front steps to the door.

And when you enter, you hold your breath.

It is no ordinary house, it is a long dark corridor, magically enchanted and giving you the feeling that it is endless, with the same doors for miles and miles forward.

A girl about your age is waiting, and she smiles politely at the three of you.

"Miss Harkness, you have finally managed to join us." She says. "My master is waiting for you and Miss Stark."

"Miss Maximoff will be joining us tonight as well dear. I hope Tivan doesn't mind." Says the witch following the other down the hall.

"Every friend of Howard Stark is welcome, my master said." The girl says simply, and you see Agatha sigh. She seems annoyed by the other's submission, but says nothing.

You stop in front of a double door, white in prominence with the darkness of the hallway.

The girl opens it, and you enter a huge room, with the ceiling so high that even if you squint your eyes, you can't see the end. And it reflects the stars.

A tall, strong man wearing a leather dragon coat is waiting inside, and he flashes a smile that does not reach his eyes. His hair is as white as the door.

"Agatha! It's so good to see you again, old friend." He says with open arms, but reaches up with outstretched hands, catching Agatha's quickly. "Did you have a peaceful trip?"

"Hardly, Tivan, I'm a fugitive now." She jokes causing you and Wanda to exchange worried glances, but the wizard doesn't seem to mind, laughing at the phrase. "And don't call me old, we're only a few decades apart!"

Tivan laughs again, letting go of the witch's hands. He turns his face to you, and looks at you with glowing eyes.

"By Merlin, you are Stark's daughter." He says. "You have the same eyes as Melissa, no?"

You look embarrassed under his gaze. It's evaluative, and Wanda seems to notice it too, because she covers you gently, and draws the man's attention to herself.

"Oh, and who are you, sweetheart?"

"This is Wanda Maximoff, Tivan." Agatha replies earnestly, and you are surprised at the scolding. "And no, they're not for sale."

You widen your eyes, understanding the reason behind his name. Wanda's hand slides into yours immediately, covered by the cape.

Tivan gives a short laugh, "That's a shame, Harkness. You know very well the value of a scarlet sorceress. Even more a pretty thing like that."

You take an aggressive step forward, but Agatha quickly stands in your way.

"Let's finalize everything soon, Tivan." She urges. "I can't stay in places for too long. I'm sure you can understand the feeling."

The man gives you and Wanda one last look before nodding to Agatha, turning to walk toward the bookshelves on the right side in the room.

There are several shelves, with many items, and just like the hallways, extend into what seems like infinity.

Tivan just goes to the first one, and pulls out a small chest from there, enchanting it to follow him in the air to you.

"Here it is, Agatha." He says. "Howard Stark's last translator."

You widen your eyes as the chest opens. Inside, there is a small metal device. Very different from any of your father's other machines, it looks much more rudimentary.

Agatha sighs softly, lifting her fingers to trace the object.

"And you assure me it works?" She asks, and the man chuckles softly.

"I have plenty of monsters in there if you want to test it."

You swallow dryly, but Agatha just smiles. "No need, you are many things, but a liar is none of them."

"I appreciate the confidence, Agatha." He says as he moves his fingers and magically closes the trunk. "But pay before you play."

The witch doesn't look offended, she just hurries to fiddle with her robes, and you widen your eyes when she takes out a necklace.

Kaecillius' gift, the eye of Agamotto.

"That's not yours to sell!" You blurt out angrily, but Agatha keeps the item out of your reach, while Tivan seems impressed by the whole scene.

"And neither is yours, Miss Stark." She retorts impatiently. "Be quiet while the adults talk."

"Are you serious? How did you even get it, it was in the house-"

"Quiet!" Agatha cuts in turning to you, her tone is angry, but her eyes are almost pleading. "That's enough of this. Don't disgrace the good manners your father taught you."

You are indignant, but Wanda's grip around your hands makes you believe it is better not to insist.

"Play along." Her voice sounds in your head the same second Agatha turns to Tivan again, and you swallow dryly, trusting her.

"Interesting." The man murmurs, impressed, but doesn't keep his gaze on you. His attention shifts immediately to the necklace Agatha hands him.

"As you can see, it's real." She says. "A fair price for another relic, or even more valuable, since you will find no use for the translator."

Tivan grimaces. "Don't push it too far, Agatha. The translator became quite valuable with Stark's death. No one was able to reproduce another one." He says as he looks back to the witch. "Actually, I think I should raise my price." He says curling his fingers in the necklace, thoughtful as you watch Agatha tense up before relaxing.

"Now I'm the one who's going to ask you not to push it so far, Tivan." She says. "Agamotto is also dead, and that's the only treasure of his you'll get. Don't try to change the value just because you don't know how it works."

Tivan looks offended, but only for a second, because his gaze softens and he laughs. "Right, right. Any chance you know what's inside?"

"I have no idea." She says, but a part of you thinks she is lying.

The man nods, and the trunk moves gracefully through the air into Agatha's hands. She takes the small device from inside, and stows it inside her cloak.

Tivan takes his eyes off the necklace in his hands to look directly at you.

"I have a question for you, Miss Stark, before you go." He says, and Wanda squeezes your hand from behind the cloak, but you just stand there, waiting for the man to speak. "Did your father ever mention New York to you or your brother?"

"Tivan..."

"I asked the girl, Agatha." He interrupts the witch seriously. You think she doesn't insist because you are in his house, and a wizard like that, should bring trouble if contradicted. "Well?"

"No, sir." You say uncomfortably. "I don't know any New York stories."

The man gives a disappointed smile. "I suspected, but I wanted to hear you say it." He declares straightening his posture, and the necklace flies through the air until it vanishes among the bookshelves as Tivan walks back to the center of the room. "I would invite you for tea, but I understand the rush. You should know that I am always up for new negotiations with you, Agatha. And the same goes for the Scarlet Witch and her protector."

Agatha bids a quick farewell, pushing you gently out of the room.

"Don't look back, or the hall will get longer. Just keep walking." She guides in a whisper, and you think it best to obey.

The exit does seem to take longer, but you manage to reach the door. The girl from before was already waiting for you all, her arms behind her back.

"Thank you for your visit, Miss Harkness." She says politely. "My master is pleased with the acquisition this evening."

"I'm sure he is, dear." Agatha says, and touches the girl's arm gently. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

The girl just smiles, nodding almost mechanically. Agatha hesitates, but walks away.

As soon as you are outside the property, Wanda is yelling.

"I can't believe you stole from me, Agatha!" She squawks angrily as you all walk back into the forest, and the older witch just grumbles displeased at the volume, speeding off. "I told you this wouldn't work if you kept lying!"

"Would you have given me the necklace in good grace?" She retorts impatiently, but doesn't even wait for Wanda to answer. "Of course you wouldn't. Because you don't know what it is, but you're smart enough to know that it's not something ordinary. And too stubborn to willingly hand it over, not to mention you don't trust me, Wanda. I did what was necessary for us to make some progress."

"No more lies, Agatha!" Wanda insists in a mixture of frustration and irritation. "Stop hiding things. You could have asked, explained what you were going to do!

"Witches don't do that, Wanda." She retorts impatiently. "I've been alive for how many centuries, child. Do you think you can survive by telling everyone what you were going to do? No. You go ahead and do whatcha you gotta do, that’s the truth. Secrets save lives.”

"That's such bullshit." The brunette retorts, but you are almost back in the tent area, and Agatha is stopping walking.

"Give me the locket." She says, and Wanda frowns. "Let's get this over with quickly."

"What are you talking about?"

"That's why I needed the translator." She clarifies. "I went to Stark Manor last year, looking for this in the wreckage, but the walkers found it first. And it circled the dark market for months until Tivan acquired it in his collection. It's just what I need to open the horcrux and destroy it."

You look surprised and impressed, but Wanda crosses her arms.

"And how do you intend to do that?"

"Six years ago, Pietro Maximoff took Godric Gryffindor's sword out of the selector hat at my request." She counters drawing surprised exclamations from you and Wanda. "I didn't let him remember that, and I spent the last few years fortifying the metal with every kind of magic I could find. The poison from the monsters you didn't face in the labyrinth in the fourth year because I was hunting them out, or the blood from the dragon you killed in the first task. Everything. The goblins wrote to me that the sword only absorbed what could make it stronger, and even without knowing the location of the horcruxes, I needed to be ready to destroy them."

"How did you lose the sword?" You ask then, trying to fit the whole story together. Agatha sighs.

"Pietro deserted Hogwarts." She says. "The sword immediately disappeared, it went back into the hat. And I had to go back for it."

"If you had the sword and the locket, why didn't you destroy it?" Wanda questions, and seems very annoyed at the information that Agatha also used Pietro.

"Because I don't know parseltongue." She replies. "But with this, I don’t need to and I can open it."

You exchange a look with Wanda.

"This conversation is not over, Agatha." She says as she moves her hands to remove the necklace.

Agatha turns toward the tent, raises her hand from where her magic is visible between her fingers, and it takes a moment for the sword to fly toward her, gracefully fitting between her fingers.

But she hands it to you.

"I have a feeling it needs to be held by a Gryffindor." She says and you frown.

"Do you have any argument to support that?" You ask as you pick up the sword.

"It's just a guess." She says as she takes the translator out of her pocket.

She gestures for Wanda to leave the locket on the ground, and she does so a few inches away from you so that you have room to wield the sword and destroy it.

"Well, let's get this over with." Agatha says with her attention on the object in her hands. "Help me understand the language of the snakes."

The small object trembles with Agatha's whisper, and when it ascends a golden light between the openings, she continues.

"Open it."

The sound coming out of the metal is unlike anything you have heard. But as soon as it becomes silent, the locket flips open.

And something leaps out, a dark shadow that knocks you to the ground, along with Wanda and Agatha, who are thrown at least two meters away.

Your whole body trembles with fear and alertness. You lean on your elbows to look.

It is the part of Mephisto's soul that is fighting, it is the darkness of magic that protects it.

Agatha didn't fall, she is fighting the part of the shadowy cloud that tries to cover her, the purple magic around her.

Wanda has fallen, but has the same position as you, staring frightened ahead. And your immediate urge is to reach for her, stumbling to get up.

"Destroy it now, Stark!" Agatha shouts, but you keep walking.

Except that the shadow shrouds your field of vision, and you stop confused.

Wanda is standing in front of you.

"What are you still doing here?" Her tone is icy, it chills your whole body the wrong way, and you frown in confusion.

"W-what? We're destroying the horcrux, Wanda, what-"

"I told you to leave." She interrupts as she approaches, her gaze cruel. She has never looked at you like that. "Didn't you hear what Agatha said? You are weak. You are not, and you were never good enough for me."

You stumble away, shocked by the words. But she doesn't stop, smiling arrogantly.

"How was it that the least smart Stark was chosen to protect me?" She teases. "Our classmates are right. I match with the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, that woman will indeed be able to protect someone like me. And if you're lucky, you might get someone who will accept your mediocrity."

You want to throw up. But this is wrong. Something in your brain is screaming, because Wanda would never say such things.

She reaches out to you, and her touch has no pressure. It's just a ghost. An illusion, playing with your senses.

"Pathetic." She whispers, the black orbs glowing. That's enough for you.

Your mind wanders immeditarily to last summer.

"You know how much I love you, don't you?" Wanda whispers in the dark, under the covers with you. The light of the lantern while you are reading Romeo and Juliet in her room is enough for you to see her face blurry.

You smile, closing the book, and pushing it away as you lie on your side to face her.

"I have a vague idea." You joke. "I think quite a bit since I've been sleeping here all week."

But Wanda looks worried; she copies your position, but keeps a serious face. You lift your fingers to trace the wrinkle in her forehead, squeezing lightly until she stops frowning and smiles.

"I just..." She starts almost embarrassed. "Promise you'll never forget?"

You smile, because the idea is absurd, but decide to follow the line. "I promise."

And when Wanda's eyes fill with tears, you worry too, but she quickly shakes her head. "I'm sorry, I'm just being silly."

You caress her cheek, wiping away the tears that have run down. " You know how much I love you?"

You repeat the question in a whisper, and Wanda's cheeks flush, but she smiles, straightening herself up better. "I have a vague idea, because you've been sleeping here all week."

You laugh softly, and she follows you. "It's more than that." You whisper as you stop, staring at her. "I love you more than anything."

Wanda nods softly, her eyes filling with tears again, but this time it's for a good reason. She feels the same way.

"More than the characters in the book loved each other?" She asks in a gasp, her hand squeezing your shirt softly. You smile.

"What I feel for you makes the love of Romeo and Juliet seem like a crush." You retort, making her laugh embarrassedly.

But her smile slowly dies, and she swallows dryly before speaking again. "I don't want us to end up like in the book, babe. Never."

You know she's talking about dying. But specifically about you dying for her. You know that Wanda would do that for you no matter what, but the idea of living without her is unreasonable.

"I wouldn't like that either." You confess, moving closer so that your noses are touching. "I'd like to live with you."

Wanda smiles shyly, embarrassed by the implications in your speech. But you let your fingers wander to her hair, tucking the strands behind her ear.

"I think we would be happy in a cottage." You say, and her gaze brightens beyond the redness on her face. "Or we could buy an apartment in the city where there's a park for you to walk around in."

"I would like that." She confesses smiling. "To have a home with you. Wherever that is."

You swallow dryly, feeling your chest warm with happiness. "Do you think we could handle taking care of animals? I don't ever remember feeding Iron."

Wanda laughs softly, nodding. "We could try a cat first, they're more independent."

"And then an owl."

"Soon a dog."

"Maybe two."

You take a chance. "Or who knows..." But you lose courage, but Wanda smiles.

"Children."

You nod softly, looking at the green orbs adoringly. And she looks at you the same way. "As many as you want."

Wanda's eyes looking at you lock on your mind for the next few seconds as the memory fades, and you find yourself back in the horror of dark magic all around you.

You stumble away from the illusion of the locket, wielding your sword, and ignoring the adrenaline whistle in your ears.

There is no time for another defense, you raise the sword, and the next minute, it strikes the metal, destroying it.

The ghosts scream, and are gone in the blink of an eye, and you gasp in shock, still standing with trembling hands.

When Wanda stands up, and makes mention of touching you, you stumble over your words. "W-we have to go. He'll feel it for sure, let's get out of here before they find us." And you are already walking out toward the tent, keeping your gaze on the ground.

For the next few minutes, you are on autopilot.

Helping Agatha with the tent in silence, the two other witches don't seem to know exactly how to talk about what has just happened.

And when you need to Apparate to a new place, you hold Agatha's forearm instead of Wanda's hand.

"Where are we?" The brunette asks as soon as the ground settles at her feet. Agatha sighs.

"Honestly, we're running out of options." She replies. "It's still the United Kingdom, but it's almost the limit. We're going to need ideas from here on."

You remain silent as you set the tent back up, and when everything is ready, your hands are still shaking.

"Try to rest, Stark." Agatha says beside you. "You did very well tonight."

You only mutter in understanding, hurrying off to your room.

Not even taking off your shoes, you throw yourself on the bed, burying your face in the pillow.

Maybe sleep will put the horcrux image out of your head, but you imagine that once you fall asleep, this will be the only thing you’ll dream about.

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potato-an0n · 3 years ago

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I'm in the process of rewriting a fic that was supposed to come out before king's tide but I was going through writers block and I just didn't feel satisfied with it but now that they're in the human realm, ideas are flooding and hopefully it'll be done soon!

Anyways in the meantime, enjoy this one shot I also feel like I need to write out in the middle of the night and will turn into a fic one day!

Willow has never felt this helpless in her life. She's stuck in another realm, away from her dads, unsure if her parents are alive or if they know if she's okay, worried about her team, her school, witnessing her home be torn apart by some insanely powerful child.

But that doesn't matter to her right now, her feelings can wait, her friends need her right now. Gus, Luz, Hunter and Amity are just as devastated as her, so she can't wallow in self-pity right now.

"Hey Willow.....are you okay?" Amity asks, breaking Willow out of her thoughts.

"I'm fine! I'm holding up just fine!" Willow tries to convince Amity but she's not convinced.

"Willow, I know you're trying to stay strong too but I know you're also affected by this and I just want you to know that we also support you too," Amity reassures to her.

Willow sighs and breaks her facade for a bit.

"It has been hard not going to lie, but I don't have time to wallow in self pity, you guys are the most important to me and I'm going to do everything to be there for you guys!"

Amity knows she's only gotten to the surface, but she doesn't push any further.

"You're strong Willow, stronger than all of us....just know we're also here for you too," Amity reassures to her.

Willow gives Amity a soft smile, "Thank you Amity."

----

Willow notices Hunter has been avoiding her recently. Well, not avoiding her completely, he would talk to her, but only when she initiates the conversation.

She notices that Hunter has gotten closer the rest, even Amity, Vee and Camila. Camila would show him maternal love for the first time, he and Gus are best bros, he's still annoyed of Luz, but they have like a frenemy relationship, he somewhat bonded with Vee, both sharing a connection through experiencing abuse from Philip, and he even started talking to Amity. While she's happy for him, she can't help but feel hurt that he's avoiding her and is hardly talking to her.

Some time later, she was about to go into the kitchen but paused and hid behind a wall when she noticed Gus and Hunter sitting in the kitchen table, looking like they're having a discussion.

"You haven't told Willow yet!" Willow heard Gus shout.

Tell her what?

"Shhh, I'm working on it!" Hunter quietly shouts.

"You've been avoiding her! You can't keep doing this to her! She'll find out eventually, but she'll be more hurt of the fact that you didn't trust her enough."

Hunter sighs, "I know Gus, but I want to tell her when I've gathered enough information."

Gus sighs and gets up from his spot, "Whatever man.....it's just....even though we've all been through a lot, Willow is good at bottling up her feelings and emotions for the sake of others, and even herself. I know you're personally not ready and afraid but, she won't see you any different. I know you deeply care about her, more than you think, but you need to tell her."

----

Ever since that conversation, Willow has been on edge. Of course she doesn't show it, but she feels she's about to break at any moment.

The house was quiet, Luz and Camila are picking up some food so it was just the five in the house. It was when Hunter entered the living room and saw Willow was the only one there, reading a book on botany and he tried to quietly sneak out, but Willow noticed him.

"Not so fast Hunter!" Willow says in an upset tone of voice as she slams her book and walks up to him. Hunter nervously smiles at her and chuckled a bit. "Hey Willow....uhhh, Gus and I have something important to do so-"

"Stop lying to me! What's going on with you? Why are you avoiding me?"

Hunter looks away from her and sighs.

"I'm sorry Willow......but I'm not ready-"

"Enough of that! What are you hiding from me?! What are you and Gus hiding that's so important it's making you avoid me?"

Hunter doesn't answer her until he sees a tear drop onto the floor and hears soft sobs coming from her, shocked to see her crying for the first time.

"Willow-"

"Is it because I'm still weak? Still half a witch Willow? Is that why you're hiding things from me? Am I that weak to the point where you don't want to talk to me anymore?.......that you don't want to be my friend anymore?"

Hunter froze, unsure of what to say but before he could do anything, Willow ran out of the house, wiping away her tears with her sleeve.

Amity and Gus ran downstairs when they heard the door suddenly open and slammed shut.

"What happened?" Amity asks. Gus gives Hunter a disappointed look but before he could say something, Hunter bolted out of the house, going to find Willow.

----

Hunter manages to find Willow sitting behind the statues of what looks to be Philip and someone else that looks a lot like him. Despite some traumatic memories coming back, he sucks it up and approaches Willow, who currently has her head buried in her knees, clearly still upset. She hears footsteps and looks up to see it was Hunter.

"Go away! I don't need you to see me like this.....I want to loose another friend because I was too weak....."

Hunter panics a bit and tries to comfort her as he sits next to her but she curls up even more.

"But you're not! That's not true! You're the strongest witch I know! But you're also kind and smart, wise and very brave....you helped us through our darkest times despite feeling just as devastated as the rest of us....." Hunter pauses a bit due to his whole face turning red and Willow looks up at him and lets out a shaky sigh.

"I.....I was a late bloomer....I didn't develop my magical abilities at the same time as my other classmates did...everyone called me half a witch Willow, Amity was forced to break ties with me and her old gang picked on me for years......after Luz came to the Boiling Isle, got switched into the plant track, and had that grudgby match against Boscha, my life changed for the better. I was becoming the witch I finally wanted to be, I never wanted to feel this helpless again......but after what just happened......I-I've never felt so terrified in my life! I'm in another realm! I just saw our world get warped! I don't even know if my dads are okay! Heck! Is the flyer derby team okay?! Principle Bump?! Hexside?! Everyone we love......are they alive? Do they know we're okay?!" Tears started streaming down Willow's face, letting go of her of her pent up emotions. "It's just.... a lot....but I had to bottle up my emotional baggage for your guys sake because you guys matter more right now and all we have is each other, and it hurts me that you've been ignoring me while you're getting closer to everyone else and I heard that you were hiding things from me and avoiding me.....I don't know..... I just thought you didn't trust me enough to help you.....that I was too weak to be there for you......."

Hunter's face softens a bit and although he's still not ready yet, it's even more painful for Hunter to see her this hurt because of him.....again. So he takes a sharp inhale and moves closer to her.

"I'm sorry......Willow.....I...I never meant to hurt you......the truth is.....I'm scared. You and Gus are my first real friends I ever had and I was scared that if I told you guys what I found about myself.....that you'd see me differently but really..... I guess telling you guys would make it feel so.....real.....and I'm not ready to confront it yet....but you deserve to know...." Hunter takes a deep breath and mentally prepares himself.

"I'm.....I'm not a witch.....and not I'm not a human.....I'm.....I'm a grimwalker....I'm a clone of someone else, mostly likely of him..." Hunter points at the statue that looks a lot like him. Willow looks up to see that he does look a lot like him and while she is still shocked at the news, she doesn't anything yet and waits for him to finish.

"I found out that I was a grimwalker when Luz and I were in Philip's mind. That's why I ran away and lived at Hexside for a bit until Gus took me in for a bit and Darius. Anyways, Gus found about everything when he tormented Philip with his memories and saw.....everything...." Hunter felt tears streaming down his face as well.

"I was doing some reading about grimwalkers and even that....it still hurts to this day that I was created to be his punching bag, well in Luz's words.......only to then be killed off by him anyways.....I'm still afraid of Philip, a part of me doesn't want to believe in all of this but at the same time....running away from the truth will just make things worse and hurting you in the process.....it's one of the worst things I've ever felt....."

Willow suddenly pulls him into a tight embrace, burying her face into his shoulder.

"You know, there may be hundreds of copies of you in the past but you mean the most to us....to me.....you're still our Hunter and I'll make sure Philip will never hurt you again!"

Hunter's face started turning red again but instead of getting flustered, he softly smiles at her and embraces her back.

"You mean a lot to me too Willow......I'm sorry I haven't been showing it recently. You were hurting too and someone should’ve been there for you too…..I should’ve been there for you……but there’s also something about you.....that makes me feel weird things that I have never felt before in my life. Like, I feel sick but..... I oddly like it and never want it to stop-"

Willow pushes him back a bit, her face all red from blushing and eyes puffy but wide with shock.

"Did you just confess your feelings to me after emotionally opening up?"

Hunter gave her a blank stare, confused at what he just said. Willow knows Hunter is not familiar with romance concepts and crushes but she didn't think he'd be that oblivious, then again, Gus had to explain to him why Luz and Amity kissing is a big deal.

"When you said you're feeling weird things that you've never felt before and that I make you feel 'sick but oddly like it' you basically just told me you like me and not in a friendship way either, beyond friendship actually, like Luz and Amity..." Willow explains as she feels her cheeks heat up a bit.

Hunter's face started turning really red again and panics a bit.

"Wait! It wasn't supposed to come out like that! I mean- what I said is true but I didn't mean to say all of that- I-I mean I- uh-"

He was interrupted by Willow's chuckling and held his hand for comfort. He swore she looked even more beautiful in his eyes.

"It's okay Hunter.....I know the timing is way off but.....I also feel weird things around you too. To the point where I feel sick but oddly like it."

Hunter was still in a state of shock, but can't help to let out a goofy smile and squeeze her hand back.

"Uhhh so what now?"

Willow softly smiles at him, "I don't know to be honest but......lets just say it's a start of something beautiful."

Before Hunter could respond, Willow gives him a quick smooch on the cheek and pulls him up.

Hunter is on cloud 9 ! He feels happier than ever, but also confused (Gus and Luz need to prepare for his never ending questions on crushes and romance and being the best crush ever) meanwhile Willow is feeling jittery as well! This is the first time someone has romantic feelings for her and it's someone she also has been crushing on for awhile. Even though they're technically not boyfriend and girlfriend yet, she knows this is the start of something beautiful and is looking forward to it despite the dark future they'll have to face when the time comes.

But in the meantime the two walked back to the house with red faces and hands intertwined.

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So I impulse typed this last night and fell asleep while writing this so yeahhh. Anyways, apologies if my grammar is whack, again, typed this on impulse and determined to get this done today (also consider this my apology for my angst hc one shot I posted not too long ago).

I'll put this on ao3 one day.

#huntlow #another impulse tumblr fic #this honestly could be its own episode #i feel like the huntlow brainrot has gotten stronger #like really strong #thinking about them almost everyday #every hour #every minute #*squeaks in devestation*

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