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letarasstuff · 4 years ago

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One kind of intern

(A/N): This was requested by @greenslifestuff :) It took me a week or two because I had to interact with my friends in order to get the inspiration I needed 😅 Summary: The team gets to work with a gen z teenager. Let’s see how that goes.

Warnings: Swearing and gen z humour

Wordcount: 2k

✨Masterlist✨

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“Team, this is (Y/N) (L/N). She will be interning for the upcoming three months alongside this team. (Y/N), these are Agents Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Derek Morgan and Doctor Spencer Reid and our Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia”, Hotch introduces a teenage girl to his team like this happens every day.

“Wait Hotch, we don’t get interns. What is she going to do, no offense, but getting us coffee or what?” Morgan eyes her suspiciously. She looks like any teenager grabbed from the street. A band t-shirt, a torn pair of jeans and a cup from starbucks in her hands. Nothing you would expect to even enter a federal building.

“No offence taken, Agent Morgan. I know having an ugly pickly bitch working with professionals seems weird. It’s just I have summer break and I thought it would be a good thing on my resumé if I already interned in the FBI, because I just graduated and I wanted to go to the academy this fall. But if you wanna do a vibe check with me first, that’s fine by me. Whatever floats your boat.”

The room falls silent. Then out of all sudden everyone turns to Garcia, who puts her arms up in defense. “I don’t even know half the things she said, ask her yourself.”

That’s how the BAU gets their first contact with Gen Z culture and let me tell you it is a wild ride, so buckle up your seats, drink your tea up because we aren’t going to make any stops.

“(Y/N), I need you to come with me. We are going to the M.E. getting the latest reports from our last case”, Morgan tells her while passing her desk. In the blink of an eye the teenager is ready, putting her denim jacket with various pins and bits of patches on.

“Derek, can we get starbucks on the way back? The pumpkin spiced latte is back on their menu and I am on withdrawal. Pleaaaaaasseeee”, she looks at him with a pouty face. Morgan smiles. “Ok, under one condition: We both get one, take awesome pictures and send them to the group chat and then we act like we didn’t get them anything, but we actually buy them their usual.” He got the hang of it pretty fast. “Deal, Sis.”

While they are in the car on their way to the M.E. the agent groans. “Ugh, road work ahead.” “Uh yeah, I sure hope it does!” Morgan eyes her from the side. His whole demeanor says ‘old and confused’.

“What was that, kid?” But (Y/N) begins to laugh. “Don’t you know vines? Short dumb and funny clips people made?” It’s safe to say that this afternoon he learns to speak in vines, getting on Rossi’s nerves because nothing makes sense anymore.

“Ok, I heard you wanted to become a profiler. So I thought I would show you some old cases and then you try to figure out the profile. I’ll present them to you like I do to the team, alright?” JJ and (Y/N) sit in her office, safe from curious eyes. “As right as the law, Ma’am.”

“Good, this is a case from several years ago. It happened here in D.C. Three men were murdered execution style in the middle of the night in an alleyway. They were all from different backgrounds. The only connection between them was that they were evicted for some form of sexual harassment or assault. The UnSub also had a signature: A shot into their groin while the men were alive.”

Unfaced by the presented facts (Y/N) pops a piece of gum into her mouth. “It do be like that.”

“What?” “I mean, it’s obviously a woman. She experienced any harassment or assault herself. She also has excess to the files, I assume she works as a paralegal, since most of them are women. Female serial killers are extremely rare, but they are better organized. The only thing left to say is good for her getting revenge.” The blonde looks at the teenager with wide eyes.

“I-I guess but you know you can’t say anything like that to Hotch, do you?” She asks concerned. “JJ, I’m dead inside, not dumb. I know this.” But the agent shrugs. “Good. Though I really want to see his face.” “Mood.”

Penelope Garcia is the closest one to relate to Gen Z culture, since a great part of her time is spent on the internet. She happily learns about all the phrases and their meanings as well as the newest trends and hypes.

“Purp is sus, I tell you”, is heard from the lair into the hallway. Spencer and Derek look at each other with concern on their faces. “Do you think they are alright or do we have to-” “IT’S A SELF REPORT I SWEAR PENNY! YOU WORK WITH PROFILERS IN GANDALF’S NAME!” Spencer’s question is answered by that.

“Baby girl, crazy girl, are you doing good? Do you need help or something?” The older one asks warily. But it’s drowned in another screaming match. “I TOLD YOU PURP WAS THE IMPOSTER BUT YOU HAVE TO TELL THEM I VENTED WHEN I DIDN’T! I WANT ALL TIKTOKS I SENT YOU BACK!” “YOU DON’T DARE TO REVOKE MY TIKTOK PRIVILEGES!” “WATCH ME GARCIA!”

“Whoa girls, what about taking a break?” Morgan tries to diffuse the situation. “Yes, I think JJ got new pictures of Henry and Emily brought cookies this morning”, Spencer adds.

The girls, who mere seconds ago were ready to jump each other's throats, look at the other one. “You get the cookies and I go to JJ, deal?” (Y/N) asks. “Deal!” Without sparing the boys another glance they run out of the lair. Their devices are still lit up. A red figure shines into their faces. ‘AMONG US’ is written underneath it. “I think we get too old for this stuff, don’t we Reid?”

Spencer always thought he was young. Of course, his mind is older, but physically he is not that old. But the intern proves him wrong. And boy is he wrong.

“Spencer, is there anything interesting to know today?” (Y/N) takes a seat on his desk, distracting the genius from his paperwork. It is a common occurrence for her to go to him to ask for a fun fact.

“Do you wanna learn something about sloths?” His knowledge (or the writer’s) on this subject is astonishingly big.

“Spill the tea, sis.” “Did you kn- What? But I don’t have tea to spill. And I don’t wanna spill anything, I-” Reid rambles in confusion.

“It’s just a saying, Spencer. There is no deeper meaning to it then ‘Tell me everything about it’. You know, it’s mostly used for gossiping, but I don’t really like to gossip. That’s why I use it in a different context. You got it?” (Y/N) explains it to him in a soft manner, knowing her generation can be complex.

“Yeah, I think I do. Thank you for telling me. I really like the phrase. It has a nice ring. What about you spill the tea about all the phrases you know and I tell you some things from my knowledge?” “I think you got yourself a teacher, genius. But now tell me about the sloths, I love them.”

A few days later Rossi catches her doing some weird moves. “Are you having a seizure or what is your problem, youngster?” Even though he tries not to show it, David took a great liking to (Y/N), thinking of her like a granddaughter. Still, most of her actions confuse the hell out of him.

“I’m practising a dance for tiktok. My friends and I worked on a choreo we wanted to film later. Come here, I can show you.” And that’s what she does in the conference room. The teenager walks him through every move of the choreo, explaining the meaning to it and how it correlates with the song.

“And then you move your arm like that. Exactly like that! You did a great job, David! Are you sure you don’t want to come with me later? We can make you your own account and name it ‘Grandpa-on-tiktok’. You can promote your books over there and it’s a way to float with the trend!”

Seeing her this excited Rossi can’t do anything but agree to the idea. Also, he secretly liked doing the dance thing. It made him feel young again.

“(Y/N), you said you graduated this summer. But your file said you are 16?” Emily asks her one boring day filled with paperwork and countless cups of coffee. “It is what it is”, she mindlessly answers, too focused on filling out the work in front of her.

“I mean yes but how?”

“Emily, smart people exist. I know, coming from me hits different, but here we are.” Finally (Y/N) puts her pen away looking at the raven haired woman.

“What are you talking about? I can’t really follow you.” The more the intern says the more confused gets Emily.

She sighs. “I don’t want to leave you on read here. I kind of am smart somehow. Apparently I was smart enough to skip a grade or two. But it’s no biggie. Many peeps do this, so I don’t sweat it.”

“Even though I feel like you are selling yourself short here, I know you are an incredibly intelligent person. Someday you will be an awesome profiler and any team will be lucky to have you. I really hope we will be the lucky team. But I’m still not sure if this is what I should say in this context.”

“Emily, you are goals. This fam is squad goals. I really hope to be a part of this someday”, (Y/N) admits. “I’m sure Hotch will do his best to get you on the team, you became a great part of it. I can’t imagine a future without you.”

Sadly Prentiss has to get used to a time without the team’s beloved intern. On her last day (Y/N) knocks at Hotch’s door.

“Hey, I wanted to say thank you. The time with you and all the others was amazing and I learned so many useful things for not only the academy but also for my daily life. I really had a glow-up here”, she says after coming in.

Hotch motions towards the chairs in front of his desk. “Take a seat, (Y/N). I got something for you. See it as a compensation for not getting paid for your internship. You really did great work and a better job than some agents, who are doing theirs for many years already but don’t know half the stuff you do. You are a valuable member to the team.”

“Wait, you speak in presence tense. I leave you all this afternoon, you know that, do you?” But the Unit Chief only gestures to a white envelope on his desk. Quickly the teenager takes it and reads it.

“Are you serious Hotchner? Because I will cry you a river if you joke”, she threatens him.

“I’m dead serious, (Y/N). Even though half of your talks are difficult to understand, the other half is twice as useful and important. Additionally to that, you are like a fresh breath of air that the team needed. That’s why a place here will be available for you as soon as you graduate from the academy. I trust you that you will pass with flying colors, I had to promise that to Strauss.”

“Of course, Hotch. I swear on my Animal Crossing Island that I will do my best and more. Thank you so much”, she leaps into his arms.

The others watch the interaction from the bullpen, pretending to not get teary eyed. Their favorite Gen Z Kid will come back to them after all.

Taglist:

Spencer Reid

@calm-and-doctor

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pridewon · 2 years ago

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CHARACTER INTERVIEW

BASICS !

NAME . Tetsurô Kuroo. NICKNAME . Some childhood friends he has fallen out of touch with and Kenma’s parents used to call him Tetsu-kun (Kenma’s parents still do). Kenma has always called him “Kuro”, and Bokuto (affectionately) sometimes calls him “stupid cat” - a favour Kuroo gladly repays, with the owl edition of the name. Some mean-spirited tongues sometimes venture to calling him “rooster head”, and generally live to regret it. AGE . 18 (in 2012) / 28 (in 2022). PROFESSION . 3rd year highschool student at Nekoma High (2012) / Sports Promoter at the Japanese Volleyball Association (2022).

PERSONAL !

MORALITY . lawful / CHAOTIC / GOOD / neutral / evil / true . RELIGION . Atheist. SINS . GREED / GLUTTONY / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath . VIRTUES . chastity / charity / DILIGENCE / humility / kindness / PATIENCE / justice . KNOWN LANGUAGES . Japanese, pretty fluent in English. SECRETS . Tetsurô used to suffer from pretty severe social anxiety as a child - going as far as exhibiting selective mutism. Kenma may think he has forgotten (and perhaps a part of him prefers that Kenma thinks that), but he hasn’t - not really. He has largely addressed and resolved his issues today, but unfamiliar crowds and groups still make him nervous. He has just become very, very good at hiding it. // Tetsurô’s mother walked out on the family when he was eight, and his father gave up on looking for her after week, even months of frantic search. For a long time, Tetsurô didn’t ask questions out loud... but shortly before graduating from college, he did some digging around. As of 2022, both he and his sister (who joined in his efforts) know where Nami lives, and have a rough idea of what she does, but have never made contact with her.

PHYSICAL !

BUILD . scrawny / bony / SLENDER / FIT / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average . HEIGHT . 188cm / 189.5cm.

SCARS / BIRTHMARKS . No notable scars - all the ones he gathered from volleyball have long healed and faded. Sports a few moles on his back that he monitors because you can never be too careful, but he doesn’t think about them that much.

ABILITIES / POWERS . Wasn’t nicknamed “the scheming captain” for nothing. Master manipulator with a knack for provocation and moving people into action by taunting them. Strategist to his core. A great communicator, silver-tongued and charismatic who can convince pretty much anyone to do anything for him before they even realise they have been roped into his antics. Also a great teacher who easily identifies what motivates and interests people, and a good leader. Fairly decent bass player. Definitely a member of the super volleyball idiots club. RESTRICTIONS . Can overstep boundaries when thinking he’s only playfully taunting others. Easily comes across as a bit of a bastard who does nothing without an ulterior motive or agenda. Very good at making enemies.

FAVORITES !

FOOD . Grilled salted mackerel. DRINK . Fresh lemonade. PIZZA TOPPING . Anchovies. COLOR . Reds, blacks and greys. MUSIC GENRE . All of them. Kind of. He has very eclectic tastes in music, and likes to be introduced to various bands and artists, rather than attaching himself to a single or a couple of genres. He does have a bit of a soft spot for blues and jazz, but he’ll listen to almost anything. BOOK GENRE . Biographies and popular science books. He doesn’t read much fiction - he doesn’t have much time to read, so when he does, he likes to learn something as he does. He goes through little periods of interest in a specific subjects, and will only read about that one thing for three months, before deciding he knows enough and finding a new topic to explore. MOVIE GENRE . A big fan of documentaries for the same reason, but will watch almost anything as long as it’s good. CURSE WORD . “Dammit”. SCENTS . Plants, coffee, fresh laundry.

FUN STUFF !

BOTTOM OR TOP . Why not both. SINGS IN THE SHOWER . When he’s in a particularly good mood. LIKES PUNS . When well executed, puns are one of the greatest forms of comedy.

#(kuroo; headcanons)#and this is all i have the energy for tonight bvdjbv #thank you all for your patience i finally have time to write again <3 #energy levels are at zero tonight but tomorrow after work + practice i'll get to discord messages #and over the weekend? writing and cleaning up the blog B)#i'm so ready for some REST

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shintorikhazumi · 4 years ago

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LWA: The Sins AU

I thought of doing the seven deadly sins, but now that I think of it, if it’s just sin in general, there’s more leeway to work with. I built this AU concept because of a conversation I was having on discord about a certain sin and Akko that I will mention down below.

-In this AU, some people have a “sin” that is essentially something of a curse to them. That sin manifests in them and it’s something they can’t help but want to do. It can either be a great source of power if they learn how to control it, or it can be their greatest weakness. Having a sin allows them to have powers beyond human capabilities. (This is basically how one gets magic)

-All the people with “sins” are called “Fallen”.

-Once in a while, there are 7 people who manifest the Seven Deadly Sins, and these people are called “Rogue” because they can rarely be tamed.

-The world decided to build a school to control the Fallen and contain the Rogue, and the people who are being taught to control their powers/ have controlled it already are called “Witches”.

-Rogue are specifically called “Rogue Witches” to clearly differentiate them.

-All witches wear a badge to identify themselves, especially outside the school. Rogue Witches have special badges that have a certain magic embedded in it to control “Impulse”.

-”Impulse” is the unreasonable desire for Fallen to do their sin.

-Diana is the first to be discovered in their generation as a Rogue. She is publicly known as a Rogue since childhood because her family did not bother to hide it, and they liked to flaunt it. Since her family is of a long line of witches, they saw it as an amazing thing because it would mean that Diana was capable of wielding immense power.

-Thus, Diana is the Rogue of Pride.

-Hannah and Amanda are the Rogue of Greed. It’s a rarity, and a wonder that the same sin exists twice in the same generation. Their fathers are both shrewd businessmen. Thus they have a strong affinity for making deals they will never lose. Amanda uses it for blackmail, Hannah uses it for personal advantages in society.

- Croix is the Rogue of Envy. But only Chariot and the headmistress know this. They keep it from the students and the public. Croix is not the antagonist in this AU, but she keeps giving in to impulses and makes a lot of mistakes.

-Jasminka is the Rogue of Gluttony. I wanted to do a twist and not make it her, but... I can’t haha.

-Chariot is the Rogue of Wrath. Holbrooke was also the same. She was able to find Chariot before she went wild, and trained her to control it. So Chariot is one of the most patient people. But if she’s properly triggered, all hell breaks loose.

-Sucy is the Rogue of Sloth. She combats her idleness by doing many things with the minimum requirement of energy. If she consumes too much energy doing a lot of things, she has drawbacks.

-”Outbursts” happen when the sin goes out of control and the power is too strong. For example, in Chariot’s case, many things are destroyed around her because of wrath. Her physical strength becomes too strong. For Diana, anyone around her goes into a state of shame and despair, looking to Diana as the ultimate being. This affects how they function. Croix makes everyone around her feel envy, or things they were envious about but hid away come to light and people will immediately take extreme action because of their envy.

-Finally, Akko is the Rogue of Lust. Akko’s mother used to be a witch, but after an accident, she lost her “sin”. She was both elated and sad. She hoped that if she had a child, it would not carry over. Unfortunately, it did. She hated it so she and her husband went to many “Witch Doctors” to try to suppress it, or forcefully remove the sin, without much damage to Akko, but that was impossible.

-She was crippled however, so it didn’t manifest until years later when people who bullied Akko for looking “dorky” and “ugly” suddenly became entranced by her and followed her around, doing her every command. At first she thought she had just made some new friends who liked everything she was doing and told them to do, but that proved wrong. Her mother had no choice but to explain it to her, believing it would be better for her to be properly schooled and know what was going on instead of continuing to hide it. She’d be better off understanding.

-Akko’s mom reached the limits of her knowledge so she had no choice but to send Akko to Luna Nova after informing Headmistress Holbrooke.

-Akko and Croix are the only ones hiding their sin at the start. They thought it would be better that way.

-Akko got bullied because her sin didn’t manifest clearly the first few weeks. Students and teachers wondered why the hell she was there when she was clearly a normal human.

-Croix is her primary guardian in this fic. Then Chariot. The pair teach Akko how to control her magic flow, as well as how to manifest it into spells. They also throw in some control practice for her Lust Outbursts. If she has an outburst, people may immediately seek her and want to sleep with her. Or she could cover a whole area with the desire to have... well, sex.

A little Dianakko scenario I sent to the discord: I edited it a bit

[”Akko getting possessed tho by like... the ethereal being of lust and she just becomes so... like... i can't come up with the perfect word... seductive? and Diana would be like "I don't bloody know what's going on, but I bloody love it"”]

Akko feels it surge through her whole being, mind hazy as she has Diana kneeling in front of her bed, looking up at her. How ironically lovely, the being of Pride submissive before her, in the palm of her hand. She feels a tingle of pleasure run up her neck as she runs her index finger from the base of Diana's throat to that spot under her chin .

She presses a foot to Diana's shoulder, putting much weight on it, and Diana catches that glimpse under Akko's skirt and her throat just runs dryer than dry.

“Are you thirsty?” Lust asks, and Diana desperately nods because fuck, she IS thirsty

She can only answer through actions. She can't speak a word, she tries. Gosh she tries.

"Speak up." Akko commands- COMMANDS her. "You're a big girl, aren't you Diana?"

A Pathetic whimper escapes Pride.

“You're a smart girl. Use your mouth" She places a kiss right next to the blonde’s lips, not quite touching. Simply teasing. "Not just for speaking though..."

And Diana just screams in her head because Lust!Akko is a far cry from her darling idiot that she cannot even fathom this happening at thisvery moment.

And because the lust that possesses Akko is magical like all things are, Akko snaps a glass of water from the bedside drawer and holds it in her hand like it's a glass of wine and Diana whines because she needs a drink. Akko hears this. She likes this. The shameful Diana Cavendish, on her knees before her, the submissive mess that she is.

Lust tilts the heiress’ head up, prompting her mouth open with her thumb, pouring the liquid painfully slow into Diana's mouth that she could choke on air because she doesn't know how fast she should be swallowing.

"Drink up."

#au #lwa au #Little Witch Academia #dianakko #diakko #diana cavendish #kagari akko #kagari atsuko #chariot du nord #croix meridies #Sucy Manbavaran #jasminka antonenko #amanda o'neill #hannah england #fanfic #seven deadly sins #kagari akko's mom

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omgrachwrites · 4 years ago

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Falling Stars (Sequel to Tell A Tale of You and Me) - Chapter One

Pairing: Dean Thomas x Reader

Summary: In the midst of a brewing war you fall for one of your classmates, a boy that you used to know. When you have the chance to fight against evil, you fight for what you believe in.

Chapter Summary: When Harry gets back from a trial that determines his Hogwarts career, your father wallows in his feelings. Meanwhile, Dean’s hostility towards you reaches new heights.

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, mentions of death, probably gonna be a slow burn

Words: 2552

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this part, please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged! Also, I haven’t read The Order of The Phoenix in ages so the timeline in this fic might be a bit wrong! Also I know that Astoria Greengrass is a couple of years below Draco (I think) but for the purpose of this she’s gonna be in the same year! I love you all! xxx

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Chapter One - The Start of Something New

You had been tossing and turning all night and for most of the early morning, you couldn’t get a wink of sleep. You were worried about Harry because he had performed the patronus charm in front of his muggle cousin. He had to go to a hearing at the Ministry; if he lost then he’d be expelled from Hogwarts. You weren’t exactly friends with Harry but you knew how much he loved Hogwarts, it was his home and you wanted him to win his hearing.

Sighing, you decided that it was useless and you threw off the covers before you padded downstairs to find your dad in the huge kitchen, nursing a glass of scotch. He looked so sad as he stared at his glass and your heart went out to him. You knew that there was a part of him that wanted Harry to get expelled so they could both live at Grimmauld Place. But Harry belonged at Hogwarts and you knew that Sirius knew that.

He glanced up to see you standing in the doorway and he offered you a tight smile, “you should be fast asleep Cass.”

You let out a short laugh as you sat next to him, “so should you dad.”

He shrugged as he took a swallow of his drink, “I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to keep your mum awake with my tossing and turning. She’s been working nights for the Order.”

You nodded, biting your lip, trying to be gentle with what you said next, “Harry belongs at Hogwarts dad, I know there’s a small part of you that wants him to be here with you but he needs to be at school.”

Sirius let out a bark of laughter as he looked at you, his eyes glittering with amusement, “you’ve been talking to Molly haven’t you?”

You sighed as you fiddled with your fingers, “she’s right dad. He’s not James.”

Sirius flinched at your words slightly but he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “I know she’s right,” he hesitated as he grinned at you, “please don’t tell her that I said that.”

You giggled as you shook your head and rested your head against his chest, “I promise that I won’t. I’ll stay up with you until Harry gets back.”

After a few hours, Harry apparated into the hallway alongside Mr Weasley and he had a beaming grin on his face. You just knew that he had won the hearing, your heart filled with joy on his behalf, he was a good person and he deserved to be happy. Before you could stop yourself you ran up to him and gave him a hug.

“I’m happy for you Harry, there shouldn’t have even been a hearing,” you said, smiling up at him.

“Thanks Cass, that mean a lot coming from you,” he smiled as he ran a hand through his unusually neat hair. He looked away from you and nervously looked over your shoulder where your mum and dad were standing.

Sirius gave Harry a tight smile and he clapped a hand on Harry’s shoulder as he walked past him before stomping up the stairs and slamming his bedroom door shut.

“Oh Sirius,” you heard your mum sigh and you glanced over at Harry who looked crestfallen, “don’t worry about him sweetheart, he’ll come around soon enough,” your mum smiled and Harry nodded as she enveloped him in a warm hug.

Apart from The Daily Prophet printing lies about Harry and Dumbledore, the rest of the summer went by without a hitch. Your mum had been right, Sirius had come around and accepted the fact that Harry was going back to Hogwarts. Both you and Harry were delighted that Sirius had stopped sulking. When it was time for you, Harry, Ron and Hermione to go back to Hogwarts he accompanied you all in his Animagus form. Your mum and the rest of the order thought it wasn’t a good idea but you and Harry appreciated it all the same.

You smiled and looked out of the train window as it began to move and you saw Padfoot running alongside it and you waved at him until he was out of sight, you knew that your dad would be just fine. You nodded at Harry, Ron and Hermione as you went your separate ways and sat with your Slytherin classmates. The spell of the summer had now been broken.

As you got onto the platform in Hogsmeade you saw that Draco and Harry were fighting – as usual – and you really didn’t want to deal with it right now so you walked ahead and climbed into a carriage. The atmosphere was tense as you realised that you had just climbed into a carriage with Dean and Seamus.

Seamus nodded at you while Dean completely ignored you, but you couldn’t exactly blame him. You chanced a glance over at Dean and admired the way that he had matured over the past two years and he had grown even more handsome. You terribly missed those dimpled smiles but you knew that Hell would freeze over before he ever sent one your way again.

An apology was on your lips but before you could say anything, Seamus spoke up, “hi Cass,” he gave you a polite smile though his eyes were hard as steel as he looked at you.

“Hi Seamus,” you offered him a small smile, “hello Dean.”

“Sorry about last year,” he refused to look at you as he mumbled and he didn’t seem sorry at all.

His words caused a terrible wave of sadness to wash over you, last year Hogwarts hosted the Triwizard Tournament and your friend Cedric had been a champion but he had died. According to Harry, Cedric had been killed by Voldemort and you knew that Harry wouldn’t lie about something as grave as that. Most of the wizarding world didn’t believe him but you did, and if Cedric had to die then you were just glad that he hadn’t been alone in the end.

“Thanks Dean, Cedric was my friend.”

Dean sniffed at your words, “at least you deemed someone worthy of being your friend,” he hissed as the carriage stopped and he wrenched the door open and got out.

“Dean, wait!” you called after him as he disappeared into the castle, refusing to look back.

Seamus sighed as you both got out of the carriage, “you really hurt him Cass.”

You nodded as you teared up, you knew that you had hurt him but hearing it from his best friend made it seem even worse. Seamus rested a hand on your shoulder and you looked up to meet his eyes, “I’ll try and talk to him but I can’t promise anything.”

Your bottom lip quivered as you nodded, Seamus didn’t have to do that for you, not when you had hurt his best friend, “thanks Seamus, I appreciate it.”

Seamus nodded, looking mildly uncomfortable, “sure, I’ll see you around Cass,” he gave you a tight smile before going after his best friend.

You shook yourself out of your sad thoughts, you were so glad to be back at Hogwarts, the place you loved most in the world. As you walked through the magnificent oaken doors into the candlelit Entrance Hall, you caught up with your best friend Astoria Greengrass. You hadn’t really seen her on the train because she was a Prefect with your cousin this year.

She beamed when she saw you and pulled you into a hug, “hi Cass! How was your summer?” she asked and you grimaced a little bit.

“Oh, it was eventful with Harry’s hearing and everything,” Astoria nodded understandingly, “and the Ministry is still looking for my dad.”

“Do you know where he is Cass? It must be horrible.”

“No, I don’t know where he is,” you bit your lip, Astoria was your best friend but you knew it was unwise to trust anyone outside of the Order with your dad’s whereabouts, “how was your summer?” you asked, quickly changing the subject.

“It was shit,” she laughed before she blushed, looking uncharacteristically shy, “I was wondering if you could introduce me to your cousin properly. I have Prefect duty with him but I’m too nervous to properly speak to him.”

You smiled as you reluctantly walked over to the Slytherin table, wishing that you could sit somewhere else. Your insides ached with hunger as you stared at the empty golden plates; you hoped the Sorting Ceremony would be over quickly, “you’re way too good for him Astoria.”

“Oh, trust me, I know that,” she smirked, making you laugh.

As you sat down, Pansy Parkinson glared at the two of you, “there you are! You weren’t talking to any mudbloods were you?” you winced as she used that horrid slur.

“Fuck off Pansy,” Astoria hissed.

Pansy scowled at her before turning her attention to Draco who was sitting a little further down, “by Salazar, he’s so handsome.”

“It’s never going to happen Pansy,” you grumbled as you looked up at the teacher’s table and grimaced at the ugly toad like woman all in pink. You felt like you recognised her from somewhere.

Pansy gave you a teasing look, “why? Do you want him?”

You mimed being sick, “he’s my cousin, that’s disgusting!” you rolled your eyes and looked over at Astoria, lowering your voice, “okay, I’ll introduce you. I’d much rather it if you married into the family.”

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The air in the dungeons was stifling, almost to the point of unbearable, the heat and humidity was caused by the multi coloured vapours that were rising throughout the room. What was worse was the fact that it was double potions, with the Slytherins. Dean grimaced as he poured disgusting sloth brains into his potion mixture, being careful not to splash any of the juice on himself. He huffed as his potion turned into sludge green rather than the forest green the potion was meant to be.

Dean was surprised and amused that Seamus hadn’t blown anything up yet, he was something of a fire starter. With a smirk on his face he glanced up to point it out but stopped short when he saw his best friend glaring at something on the other side of the room. Seamus was glaring at Harry who was reading something under the table with Ron. Seamus believed all the things that The Daily Prophet had been printing about Harry and he believed that Harry was lying about Voldemort being back for attention.

On the other hand, Dean couldn’t think why Harry would lie about the way Cedric died or about Voldemort coming back and he knew that Harry didn’t like being the centre of attention. Dean had tried to tell Seamus this but it seemed to fall upon deaf ears. Dean was just so glad that his muggle parents didn’t read The Daily Prophet.

“Dean, I need to talk to you,” Cass whispered beneath her breath, borrowing some potion ingredients as an excuse to come over.

Dean raised an eyebrow as he looked at her, her eyes sparkled prettily beneath the dim light of the dungeons and she was smiling slightly as she nervously twirled her wand between her fingers. For the first time, he felt nothing but hurt and anger. Her pretty face and soft words could do nothing to make him forgive her. He wasn’t sure whether he ever could forgive her and that was the worst part of it all.

“Yeah, well I don’t want to talk to you Cass, it’s too late, nothing you can say will ever change what happened. So just give it a rest and leave me alone, alright?” it would have been a different story if they had naturally grown apart but in the past couple of years, Cass had turned into a bitch.

Cass’ face fell and she looked at the floor but Dean wasn’t budging, he genuinely didn’t want to speak to her, not at the moment. When she looked back up at him she looked determined and there looked like there was a fire starting in her eyes, “fine, I’ll leave you alone for now but one day, you’ll have to hear me out and let me explain because then you might realise that I never wanted to hurt you.”

Dean scowled at her as she walked away, on the way back to her seat she walked past Neville who was panicking while his potion emitted grey smoke rather than the silver vapour that was required. It also smelt of burnt food. Cass stopped and rested her hand on Neville’s shoulder as she spoke to him with a sympathetic look on her face. She left Neville for a moment, only to bring her things over so she could help Neville set his potion right.

Dean shook his head and sighed, looking down at his own potion, “you know if you want to forgive her, just walk right over,” Seamus smirked at him and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Oh, come off it,” he laughed, “I’m not forgiving her,” Seamus shrugged but he still had the ghost of a smirk on his face and it looked like Seamus didn’t quite believe Dean’s words.

After class, Seamus was still going on about Harry, “I can’t believe he would like about You-Know-Who and the way Cedric died, it’s all for a bit of attention. That’s why he entered the tournament last year.”

Before Dean could reply, they heard a scoff behind them and a voice piped up, “I can’t believe you two,” Dean and Seamus exchanged amused glances as they looked behind them and saw Cass glaring at them with hot fury in her eyes.

“Do you really think that Harry would lie about something like that? The Prophet is lying about him and Dumbledore; I can’t believe you can’t see that! And you!” she glared at Dean, “I know that you’re hurting but so is Harry, I thought you of all people would understand,” she shook her head with disappointment on her face and Dean felt his heart clench painfully.

“You didn’t hurt me.”

Seamus coughed but it suspiciously sounded like, “liar.”

Dean glared at his best friend before turning back to Cass who had her eyes narrowed at him, “don’t make out like you’re some sort of angel,” he folded his arms, “why would you help poor Neville with his potion? You never do anything for anyone else unless there’s something in it for you.”

Cass scowled at him, “he was panicking Dean! We all know that Neville is terrified of Snape and I felt bad for him, I knew that Snape was going to make his life a living hell if he saw how badly the potion was going. I only wanted to help him, I’m not the monster that you want me to be Dean,” she shook her head as she flipped her hair over her shoulder as she turned and stormed back down the corridor.

Seamus whistled as he watched her go, “she is so hot, if you don’t forgive her then I wouldn’t mind dating her,” Seamus smirked as he raised an eyebrow.

Dean let out an exasperated laugh, his dimples on display as he pushed his best friend to walk, “shut up Seamus.”

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lilallama · 4 years ago

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(Sorry if I spell something wrongly lol) Idk, This is my opinion? Gryffindor, Jungkook. Hufflepuff, Taehyung & Yoongi. Ravenclaw, Namjoon & Jin. Slytherin, Jimin & Hobi??? I literally just searched the meaning of each house and just picked one based on the personality shown. Also, If you don't think this matches them, Sorry ;-;

[Don't worry, sweetie ^^. You don't have to apologise! 💕🍑]

Hoseok is a lot more two faced than I actually tend to show. The way he presents himself is mostly a mask. While he seems mostly calm on the outside, he's actually quite the opposite on the inside. Out of all the boys it'd be easiest for him to manipulate/influence Y/n (@bangtans-apollo Tae is quacking-) and he's aware of that. That's one of the reasons why they started the club 1. To protect Y/n, 2. The club concept came because it'd be easier to meet up and they would automatically get a clubroom and 3. Hoseok threatened to tell on them if they don't join, he'd make Y/n despise each one of them.

He is a strong leader (one of the Slytherin traits), I try to make him resourceful (but I am not myself so that might not shine through too much), he is definitely cunning. The whole ordeal with wanting to be with Y/n no matter what is pretty ambitious, I'd say. And lastly the traditionalism trait, he is very into tradition and has to keep his domestic fantasies with Y/n a secret. His parents raised him very traditional, he would hate it if (female) Y/n would ask him out first or would propose first and would at first frown upon his attention to (male or non binary) Y/n.

All in all Slytherin seems very accurate.

Now concerning Jimin; similar to Hoseok he too can be a two faced snake. He doesn't hide his true thoughts from Y/n or the boys, if anything he overshares sometimes (one time he started talking to Taehyung about some... rather inappropriate things concerning Y/n. That got his Y/n privilege taken away for a whole month). And despite practically pleading to be the "dumb bimbo" stereotype, he is surprisingly clever and intelligent. Before Highschool, before he made his first experiences with popular boys, he was a straight A's and B's student. Yet once he had his first boyfriend, he discovered that the people surrounding him typically preferred the dumb blondes. (He actually broke up with the captain of the football team for Y/n.)

He also sometimes displays ambitious, just in a whiney sort of way. Self preservation is definitely something. Unlike Taehyung, Yoongi, Namjoon or Jeongguk, he wouldn't let himself be killed for Y/n's sake. If Y/n were to be killed he would end up deluding himself into thinking a person who looks similar to them is them and would force Y/n's personality and style on them. Cunningness is 100% accurate. He's fake. He pretends to be a silly sweetheart who loves everyone but will spread rumours about you, blame things on you etc. and everyone believes him. His cunningness concerning Y/n is more whiney than anything.

So I do think Jimin fits Slytherin.

Namjoon was raised by strict parents who forbade him a tremendous amount of things and painted his world for him. It was engraved in his head, he was going to be the CEO of their company one day. Yet despite everything he still had a head of his own. Maye it was because if his high IQ that he understood that his parents weren't the only opinion in his life. Don't get me wrong, they still left him scarred (sadly literally, as his father once hit him bloody) and traumatised but not without a mind of his own. Ever since he was small creativity and originality was something he admired and loved. It was partly reason of why he fell for Y/n, their individuality, their mind, their heart, their soul.

We will not need to discuss intelligence, it's a trait he undoubtedly has. He is always willing to learn and showed interest in many different things before Y/n captured his focus. He is most likely one of the wisest members as he is aware of how twisted his love for them truly is (once again something I tend to fail at portraying) and tried to stop it when it started. But somehow that only made everything worse and by now he doesn't care anymore at all. When he was a child he used to be more openly curious than nowadays (as it caused him many punishments from his parents).

I feel that Namjoon would fit Ravenclaw.

Seokjin was spoiled all his life. His parents adored him, other kids adored him, everyone adored him. While he might've acted oblivious he knew that it's because of his money. Similar to Jimin, Seokjin changed when he entered high school. While he always was a pretty intelligent and well behaved student (still very arrogant though) he then became less concerned with studies and once made a teacher cry (that was before he met Y/n). He loves standing out as an individual, that includes making anyone change who crosses his path with the same outfit (not in school as they wear a school uniform. But outside, yes, he has that much power. Everyone knows Kim Seokjin).

As said before, Seokjin is far from stupid. He is a very intelligent individual but doesn't show the extent of his nolage. Instead aiming for a cool "Queen B" persona. He is witty with his comebacks (something I cannot write because I do not possess that superpower), he's quick with his words. He holds respect for people who are 60+ years old as he believes they've been through a lot in life already. These people have wisdom he could only gain by experience and that he respects (there is one very sweet lady that lives alone in a very big mansion a few streets away from his penthouse. He always visits her because he loves her genuine kindness. When he met Y/n she recently passed away and he saw a part of her in them).

Seokjin could qualify for a Ravenclaw.

Taehyung was raised by a very Christian family that he still cherishes very much. Because of their intense belief he was raised to worship. He never fell in love, so when Y/n crossed paths with his, he started showing love how he's used to it (Out of all the boys Taehyung is straight up insane. Something in his brain might be wired wrong, there is no explanation on why he likes them, on why he believed that's what love is because his parents treated him with normal, familiar love. So he is simply sick, there is no "saving" him. He's better of in a mental hospital). But he was always a very kind boy. Giving instead of taking, never wanting anything in return. Out of everyone, Taehyung was the one who welcomed new students and made tons of friends. But he grew out of it as his focus turned to art. He aimed to make his parents proud so he didn't have time for friends.

His loyalty is unlike any other. You could torture him half dead and he'd still forgive you, stay loyal to you, serve you. He is Y/n's servant. He works hard on improving his artistic abilities and also to maintain fairly good grades. For Y/n any labour he'd have to be put through would seem like a blessing. Another trait for Hufflepuff would be fairness and he surely is fair. As one of the least jealous members of the club he really only cares if Y/n's okay with what's happening or could get hurt (he always kets the other members have more privileges than he has because he believes it'd be not only greedy but prideful to want Y/n to hinself. He avoids any sin when it comes to Y/n, envy, wrath, pride, sloth, nothing will ever come near his modern day Jesus).

Taehyung definitely is a Hufflepuff.

If the boy who works two parttime jobs, to pay for rent, bills and food, cleans the shabby apartment by himself because his alcoholic mother is busy messing it up again, yet still treats his mother with kindness, only to be treated like trash by seven more powerful and successful guys in his school who all like the same person he does and still manages to maintain the position as intern and honour roll student at a prestigious school for roch people, isn't in Hufflepuff then I don't know what. This poor soul is incredibly sensitive and kind. He isn't judgemental (as he himself is used to people judging him). All round very sweet.

I think it's very clear that he's very diligent and hard working. He holds great passion for music and enjoys writing poetry, a very sensitive soul. Yoongi isn't someone to complain about something being unfair (cough cough Jimin cough cough) or try and steal Y/n away from them. His day dreams consist of imagining Y/n liking him back, but he is certain that would never happen (according to you guys, it seems a lot of you would pick Yoongi if you'd get to decide). Not only is Yoongi kind but loyal as well, he'd never imagine leaving anyone behind even his useless mother.

Yoongi is 1000% a Hufflepuff.

Jeongguk tends to be hot tempered, he goes from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds. Everything in life seems like a challenge to prove he's better than others think (his father was a notorious serial killer who killed twenty one people yet got away with a ten year prison sentence and got released after six, ten months later Jeongguk was born). In truth he did not care for anyone else, only Y/n. So all tge chivalry he could muster was directed at them.

He is one brave guy who doesn't get easily scared (I guess living with as well as being a serial killer at sixteen years old desensitised him). Jeongguk is courageous just not in/for a positive way/purpose. He deluted himself into thinking that Y/n needs protection, HIS protection. He once attacked a teacher because they were helping Y/n with a question, that's very daring (more like stupid) just not in a good way. A (still not) more positive example of his daringness is when he wants to impress Y/n. He hung from a skyscraper for five minutes doing pullups, just to inpress them. One time he also jumped across his luxurious pool at home (and almost slipped, almost bashing his head in) just to prove that he can jump further than someone they talked about.

I could very much picture him as a Griffendor.

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jasontoddiefor · 4 years ago

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universe of beaches Chp. 2

In which Anakin makes breakfast, Padmé ensure the boys are well dressed and there is a wedding. Read on AO3!

So honey take me by the hand and we can sign some papers Forget the invitations, floral arrangements and bread makers

-Alvvays, Archie Marry Me

Obi-Wan woke up to the smell of bacon and pancakes. It took him a few moments to start wondering about it. The first thing to consider was the fact that he usually didn’t eat bacon or pancakes or anything really for breakfast. Secondly, nobody should be in his house cooking him breakfast. As slowly as Sloth, the memories of last night’s adventured trickled in so that by the time Obi-wan actually crawled out of Anakin and Padmé’s bed, at least fifteen minutes had passed. He sat up and stretched, attempting to shake his exhaustion from his limbs. When he turned around, he found Padmé still asleep. He vaguely recalled her slipping out of bed as the last one to get up for the twins during the night. At the thought of the children, Obi-Wan glanced at their crib only to find it empty.

If Padmé was still asleep, and the twins awake already, it had to be Anakin cooking in the kitchen and looking after them. Carefully, so Obi-Wan wouldn’t wake her, he stood up and headed towards the living room. He found the twins already sitting in their highchairs at the dinner table and cheerfully throwing their toys around. When they spotted him, they waved excitedly and babbled at him.

“Good morning to you too,” Obi-Wan retorted and went to retrieve the plush banthas. Ever since Anakin had become obsessed with Star Wars, more and more merch from it had found itself into the twins’ belongings. It should surprise Obi-Wan that these were their favorite toys. He set them down in front of them. Luke and Leia quickly took them from him and pressed them close to their bodies. The animals were almost the same size as the twins and so it all made a rather ridiculous picture that had Obi-Wan grinning.

Moving past them, he headed towards the kitchen where Anakin was standing at the stove.

“Pancakes, eggs, and bacon?” Obi-Wan asked, leaning against the doorframe. “What a nice surprise.”

Anakin threw him a look over his shoulder and grinned. “Well, yeah, have to spoil my future husband, don’t I?”

His smile twitched slightly, uncertainty taking it over for a moment.

“Of course, darling,” Obi-Wan returned easily, skipping straight over the topic. He had already made his decision, Anakin didn’t need to worry. “Tell me, do you have tea as well?”

“Of course. We even have your favorite.”

Anakin reached for the wall cabinet with his left hand. He hadn’t put on his prosthetic yet and Obi-Wan just hoped he hadn’t turned it to pieces as stressed as he had been. Anakin tended to tinker with it a lot because he was so pissed with the cheap model he had been provided with and had built his own out of scraps. It was a good aid usually, just a little too heavy still and there were some other fine motion issues that Obi-Wan couldn’t entirely recall. He didn’t exactly have the technical knowledge to do anything more than understanding the bare basics of Anakin’s ramblings.

Anakin set a box filled with bags of tea onto the counter. “Your favorite is in the very right corner.”

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan replied and got three cups out of a drawer. He put his favorite tea into his own cup and picked something calming for Anakin and Padmé.

He then started up the kettle and went to grab plates from the cupboards to lay the table. He also got a set of plastic ones for Luke and Leia and then put all on it on a tray he was fairly sure used to belong to him at one point. He carried his assembly of cutlery into the living room and distributed everything in a safe distance from the twins, already aware of the look they shot the new prospective toys.

He then returned to the kitchen to grab some healthy things to eat besides Anakin’s bacon and pancakes and the twins' fruit puree. Padmé and Anakin’s fridge was upsettingly empty and Obi-Wan was tempted to invite them to lunch and dinner today. It wasn’t like he didn’t have the money for it. He lived alone in a house that had been in his family’s possession for generations, had a steady income, and his inheritance if things got rough.

He still didn’t know how he had ended up as his grandfather’s favored grandchild – Feemor was, after all, actually the most mild-mannered of them all – but Obi-Wan had given up arguing with Dooku Serenno. If his grandfather wanted to throw money at him, he just let him. It was easier than forcing himself to sit through a six-hour argument that only ended with him agreeing to whatever his grandfather had thought of anyway.

After a few more minutes, Anakin brought in the eggs, bacon, and pancakes and set them on the table and, as if summoned, Padmé arrived in the living room.

“Good morning,” she muttered tiredly and gave Anakin a quick peck on the lips while then absolutely smothering the twins with kisses. Luke and Leia shrieked in delight and began to laugh. The sounds were probably the sweetest thing Obi-Wan had heard in a while. He wouldn’t even mind giving the awful Introduction to Literary Studies course for the next few semesters if he could get to see the twins every morning.

“What time is it even?” Padmé asked as she slipped into one of the chairs. “I didn’t check the clock.”

“Six a.m. We agreed to meet Quinlan in two hours.”

“Oh, that’s good. Then we still have enough time to dress you both up.”

“What?” Obi-Wan stopped right in the middle of pulling a pancake onto his plate. “What do you mean dress up?”

Padmé shrugged and smiled softly.

“My third and fourth favorite person in the world are getting married, you ought to be dressed up and look nice for your wedding. Even if it’s just pretending. We can show it the twins in a couple of years and be all ‘look at the time Daddy and Uncle Obi-Wan got married’ and then we’ll have a laugh about it.”

Obi-Wan wasn’t so sure if they were really going to laugh about it in the future, looking back at the horrible circumstances that got them here, but they could try at least.

“I still have the suit from our wedding somewhere,” Anakin brought up and spoon-fed Leia some mashed stuff that Obi-Wan couldn’t identify. Could be apples, could be bananas – the glass container didn’t say. “White, red and gold. Think you can match that color scheme?”

Obi-Wan honestly had no idea. The last time he had worn a proper suit had been a while ago as he hadn’t had to go to any super fancy events lately. If Anakin was going to drag out his very fine suit though, Obi-Wan should probably do the same, if only for the photos.

“I’ll have to take a look,” he finally replied.

“Great!” Padmé clapped her hands together and, of course, the twins immediately imitated her. “So first, we’ll stop at Obi-Wan’s place, then after go to the park, get married, submit the documents and then do nothing for the remainder of the day because I think the stress will kill me otherwise.”

“Kill you?” Anakin echoed and threw up his arms in a grand gesture. “I’m the one who’s getting married!”

Obi-Wan laughed at his ridiculous actions and exaggerating dramatics. He honestly missed eating a meal with the Skywalker-Naberrie household. The mornings here were never as boring as they were in his own home where it was just him on his own, pretending he was actually bothering to eat a healthy breakfast and wasn’t just grabbing a cup of coffee on the way to university.

That reminded him.

“Don’t you have classes today?” he asked Anakin. He was fairly sure that Wednesday mornings were one of the busier ones for Anakin.

“Already emailed my professor,” Anakin retorted. “Said it was a family emergency, he was very understanding.”

Of course, he was. Anakin’s teachers either loved or hated him – always had. Now that Anakin didn’t have to bother with any ‘useless subjects’ anymore but could pretty much do what he wanted, most of his teachers actually enjoyed having the genius in their class, if only for the bragging rights. Obi-Wan was sure that if not for the twins, Anakin could have been made a TA already.

“That’s good.”

They finished breakfast quickly and then got dressed right after one another. Obi-Wan picked his old clothes up from where he had left them last night and then grabbed some of the clothes he had left at their place when he’d still stayed there for more than just one night and put them on. When he was finished and left the bathroom, Luke and Leia were at least half dressed already, wearing green romper suits. They were then passed off to him with well-practiced ease as their parents got ready in turn.

Obi-Wan waited for Anakin and Padmé with the twins sitting in front of him on the ground. He had been there the first time they had sat up, just a couple of days ago. By now they seemed to have a better hang on it and were happy as ever.

Anakin emerged first from the bathroom, dressed rather casually compared to his wife who had taken the time to put on make-up and fetch one of her fancier dark dresses. After yet another few minutes searching for keys and purses and shoes, the three adults and the children were all washed, dressed, and ready to go.

“My car or yours?” Obi-Wan asked, unnecessarily as Padmé already took the twins’ car seats out of their car.

“Hey!” Anakin protested, but helped settle the children into Obi-Wan’s car anyway. “My car can drive us there just fine and safely.”

Anakin’s car, lovingly called twilight for all the times it had broken down, leaving them stranded in the twilight zone, was a safe car. Obi-Wan didn’t doubt Anakin’s mechanical skills. He just also knew that it wasn’t exactly up to street regulations anymore due to its street racing aimed modifications. If they were stopped by the police, they’d be in for a nice chat.

“You can drive it just fine, I’m not driving that,” Padmé jabbed.

The drive to Obi-Wan’s house was quick and filled with conversation, mostly pointing out random objects to the twins and saying what they were called or what their color was. The twins listened eagerly and contributed to the conversation as best they could.

Once they arrived at Obi-Wan’s house, Padmé and Anakin each took one of their children to carry them inside.

“I’ll just grab a suit then,” Obi-Wan said, already halfway up the stairs. “It shouldn’t take too long.”

Padmé and Anakin exchanged a look that honestly didn’t look all too promising and almost just a little threatening.

“Or you can come with me and help me pick one out?” Obi-Wan amended and was instantly rewarded by two happy smiles.

Obi-Wan’s bedroom was nothing special, ignoring that it was larger than Padmé and Anakin’s and also had a playpen since he had watched over the twins one time and he had just bought one on the way home so he didn’t have to return to Padmé and Anakin’s to pick theirs up. It had seemed like a good future investment at the time and proved to still be one when they sat the twins inside and they stayed peaceful.

“Alright.” Anakin flopped down on Obi-Wan’s bed, making himself at home. “What have you got?”

“Anything that matches this?” Padmé inquired and pulled Anakin’s wedding suit from a bag. It was still in pristine condition. The suit itself was white, but the hems of the arms and pants, as well as the pockets, had been embroidered by fie red and gold thread, Tatooine and Naboo tradition mixed apparently. Anakin had gushed about it for hours when he had told Obi-Wan about it and Obi-Wan probably knew more about it than any other living person on this earth. The only one he had talked about it to more would be Padmé, though Obi-Wan also felt like he was the person who knew the most about Padmé’s wedding dress and lace-making traditions.

“I should have something,” Obi-Wan said, eyeing the red color of the suit.

He disappeared into his walk-in closet, an unnecessary thing that was only half full at most really and began searching through his suits. He had plenty enough, black, grey, blue – standard colors. He just wasn’t sure if any of those were quite up to wedding level standards.

The thought of marriage made him stop, just for a moment. Of course, there was nothing exactly special about marrying Anakin. This was just a beneficial business arrangement and was meant to keep his best friend safe until they had figured the rest out. Obi-Wan hadn’t thought of himself as somebody who would get married, at least not anymore. There had been a time where he could have imagined it, with the right person, but that was years ago and by now he was content just spending time with his friends and their adorable children.

Obi-Wan ran his fingers over his selection of suits and hesitated over a dark blue one. He had bought it a while ago for a formal award ceremony that had never taken place because of some copyright scandal. He had kept the suit but never actually worn it, thinking he would someday. The suits buttons were golden and would match nicely with Anakin’s. Obi-Wan picked out a white undershirt and a dark tie.

“Have you found anything?” Padmé asked.

“Yes! Give a minute to put it on,” Obi-Wan replied.

Anakin and Padmé cheered with enthusiasm. Obi-Wan sighed with a silly smile and, for the second time within 24 hours, undressed for Anakin and Padmé. Despite it having been a while, the suit still fit snugly and well and when he looked at himself in the mirror, he thought he looked quite good. He threw his old clothes into the laundry basket and stepped outside.

“And?” he asked and did a little spin. “Does it fit?”

Padmé and Anakin studied him intensely, then nodded. “Yeah, this- uh, you look great,” Anakin said, stumbling over his own words.

“Have I rendered you speechless, dear one?” Obi-Wan asked, teased.

Anakin spluttered, earning himself a laugh from his wife.

“Absolutely stunning, Obi-Wan,” Padmé told him.

She stood up and circled around Obi-Wan, reminding him just a bit of a predator eyeing their target. If he remembered correctly one of her childhood friends – Eirtaé? Or was it Rabé? – was a designer and had frequently requested Padmé’s help on her amateur fashion shows.

“This will do just fine,” Padmé decided. “Alright, Anakin, your turn.”

“Wait what?”

“You need to get dressed as well, don’t you?” Obi-Wan said. “C’mon, big day.”

Padmé put the suit in Anakin’s hand so that he could change. Anakin returned after a few minutes, dressed in his white suit, his right sleeve hanging loose. He looked good as he had the day of his wedding, though his hair was a little longer now, which was a lot better than the god-awful haircut he had sported at nineteen.

“And? What do you say?” Anakin turned to the children. “Does daddy look good?”

The twins, distracted with their toys, didn’t even react, leaving Anakin hanging.

“You do look good,” Padmé said and helped him roll up his right sleeve.

“We’re all finished then, aren’t we?” Obi-Wan asked. “I’m dressed, so are you, the twins are wearing their nicest clothes, Padmé is outshining all of us. All that’s left to do is see if Quinlan is up yet and hasn’t forgotten about it.”

He probably should have called him first thing in the morning, but Quinlan likely wouldn’t even have answered that early.

Anakin rocked forward and backward on his heels. “Yeah, that seems to be about it.”

“I’ll call him then.” Obi-Wan searched for his phone, found it in his pocket after an embarrassingly long time and then quickly dialed Quinlan. As he was the last person Obi-Wan had called, he should be the last number on his list. Instead, Obi-Wan was surprised to see that his father had called him while he had been asleep. Typically Qui-Gon, the man never did call to reasonable hours too stuck on whatever time zone he was in and not knowing about anybody else’s. Obi-Wan wasn’t too keen on calling him back. If it was something important, he would know it. His father could try again, Obi-Wan was sick of trying.

Quinlan picked up after the second ring, much faster than Obi-Wan had expected.

“Obi-Wan,” Quinlan greeted. “Good morning, my man. You ready for the big day?”

So Quinlan hadn’t forgotten it, that was good at least. Obi-Wan would hate to go through the whole spiel again. “Yeah, we’re ready. Is there anything you need to get done?”

“Nope,” cam ethe reply. “I’ve taken care of everything. Driving to the park right now. When will you be there?”

Obi-Wan exchanged looks with Padmé and Anakin.

“Twenty?” Padmé suggested. Anakin nodded.

“Twenty,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Sweet.” Quinlan then quickly rattled off how to get to the gazebo he was so in love with and then finished the call.

And that was it. Obi-Wan pocketed his phone and the trio plus children left his bedroom and finally his house. They went back to Obi-Wan’s car and drove to the park. As it was fairly early still, and a weekday, not many people were out. Obi-Wan parked the car, they took the stroller out of the trunk and settled the children in it. Recalling Quinlan’s instructions, they walked through the park. The only people that they met were fellow parents with small children and here and there what looked like a group of college students cramming.

Obi-Wan needed to get to work as well, he had been supposed to finish grading his papers by the end of the week. Oh well, his students would just have to live with him taking a little longer. He’d just let them off without homework.

Obi-Wan didn’t expect to find Quinlan in the distance, but his friend was for once dressed nicely and not just in his dark jeans, hoodie, and leather jacket. Quinlan spotted them soon after and waved at them, a motion the twins were happy to return. If Quinlan was confused by their presence, he didn’t show it.

“Obi-Wan!” He greeted and pulled Obi-Wan into a hug. “How are you doing, my friend?”

“Well, thank you,” Obi-Wan retorted. “And thank you for helping us out.”

Quinlan grinned and slapped Obi-Wan on the back.

“No problem, I’m honestly happy I get to do this for you. So, what’s the arrangement? Just you and Anakin?”

Obi-Wan blanked. He had actually no idea what Quinlan thought they were getting into. Last night it had just sounded like he was assuming that Obi-Wan was already dating Anakin, which couldn’t be further from the truth, but on the other hand… If the government had already gone such lengths to revoke Anakin’s citizen status, it was probably best this appeared as honest as possible.

“I’m marrying Anakin, yes,” Obi-Wan replied.

“Okay, okay, and dear Padmé? I got some extra paper if you want to involve her in any way too. Asajj reminded me about it.”

Obi-Wan suppressed a wince. If Asajj already knew about this, it was only going to get worse and the rumors were bound to start spreading any second. He just hoped she’d keep her mouth shut in front of his grandfather. Obi-Wan did not need Dooku breathing down his neck about this.

“No involvement from my side no,” Padmé said. “I am not brave enough to try to.”

She grinned and winked at Anakin as Quinlan laughed. “Wise choice, my lady. Those two have been making moon eyes at each other since, urgh, what? Way too long for sure.”

“Thank you for your input, Quinlan,” Obi-Wan said, rolling his eyes. “Can we get back to the topic at hand though?”

“Yes, of course.” Quinlan cleared his throat. “Have you two prepared anything or…?”

Obi-Wan shook his head. Honestly, when were they supposed to have prepared anything? “No, we haven’t, just take our signatures and-“

“Actually,” Anakin said with a shit-eating grin. “I have thought of a lovely vow I’d like to speak.”

“Now look at that, that’s how you do it, Kenobi,” Quinlan said. “Well then, Skywalker. Let’s hear it.”

“Right,” Anakin muttered, then took a deep breath. “Right, okay. Obi-Wan Kenobi, ever since I’ve first met you, you have been one of the most important people in my life. You were there for me when I had my best and my worst days. You’ve always supported me unconditionally and I don’t know where I would be without you. I love you more than words could possibly ever describe and so I just want to tell you that I hope I’ll have you by my side for the rest of my life.”

Obi-Wan’s throat closed up. With every word that fell from Anakin’s lips, he was thrown into another memory, another thought of all the times they had had each other’s backs.

“Dear one-“

Anakin held up his hand. “Not finished yet. I promise you that I will cherish you forever as every flower worships the sun. You are as precious to me as the very air I breathe and there is no other I’d trust more with my family.”

Now Anakin did smile a little embarrassedly. “And I’m eternally thankful for you. You, uh, don’t have to say anything back-“

“No,” Obi-Wan said, his heart overtaken with fondness for his best friend. “No, no, I want to. Just, give me a second.”

Obi-Wan thought back to everything he had already lived through with Anakin.

He loved him.

He really did love Anakin, his best friend was one of the few constants in his life that Obi-Wan could always count on. The more he thought about what he could say, the more easily did he figure out what he simply should tell Anakin.

“Anakin, dear one, I love you too. More so than I thought I could when I first met the scrappy nine-year-old blond kid who decided he’s going to talk to me about ships and cars in a language I couldn’t even speak. You mean the world to me and I will continually try to live up to the expectations you have of me. I will not betray the trust you have put into me and I vow to love you the same way you love me.”

A heavy silence followed his statement.

It was finally interrupted by Quinlan’s low whistle. “Always knew you were a romantic at heart. Well then, Anakin Skywalker-Naberrie, do you take Obi-Wan Kenobi as your lawfully wedded husband?”

Anakin looked into Obi-Wan’s eyes, serious all of sudden. “Yes.”

“Do you promise to always stay by his side?”

Anakin shot Quinlan a look. “Didn’t you just hear what I said?”

Quinlan only smiled and raised his hands in defense. “Alright, true enough. I think for the two of you, I can skip the questions. Well, then. Obi-Wan Kenobi, do you take Anakin Skywalker-Naberrie as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” The words weighed heavier on his tongue than Obi-Wan had expected them to. He had never been someone to make promises haphazardly, or to break them easily. He had meant every word he had told Anakin and he would do his best to honor them.

“Then – skipping the questions you all have very sappy answers to – I hereby pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss.”

Quinlan’s words shook Obi-Wan out of his thoughts like ice water, reminding him of the greater context of this ceremony.

“We don’t-“ Obi-Wan started, but was interrupted by Anakin.

“Can’t be worse than senior year,” Anakin stated and then, with a speed Obi-Wan hadn't expected, leaned forward and captured Obi-Wan’s lips in a soft kiss. The world seemed to go quiet, all background noise fading out as he put his hands around Obi-Wan’s cheeks, the warmth welcoming, and deepened the kiss once more, stealing Obi-Wan’s breath away.

By the time they separated, Obi-Wan’s head felt a little woozy and he thought his lips had to be kiss-swollen as much as they were still chasing the aftertaste of Anakin.

“And how was that?” Anakin asked, his voice rather quiet and face flushed.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to speak, but no word would come out. All the many poems he had read, all the imagery he had destroyed and torn to shreds to built them up more beautiful and yet none of them seemed to be appropriate.

“It looked fun for sure,” Padmé spoke up and promptly kissed her husband as well, half laughing into their kiss of relief.

Right. Obi-Wan used their latch in attention to pull himself together and focus.

“Now you two just have to sign this,” Quinlan said and put the papers on the table. “Padmé can act as your witness as the twins are a little too young still.”

Obi-Wan looked down on the paperwork, which signified so much more than just a change of a relationship. Thinking more closely about this, Obi-Wan would have to change his tax forms for the year and they probably should also look into what the situation with the twins was like, but all of that could be deal with later. As long as they had this in hand, Anakin would be alright.

“Thank you, Quinlan, really,” Obi-Wan told Quinlan.

“No problem,” Quinlan replied and handed him a pencil. “Now make it official.”

Obi-Wan Kenobi accepted the pencil and signed right on one line, making his part of the contract official. He then passed the pencil to Anakin who put his messy signature right next to Obi-Wan’s. They stared at the paper for a few seconds, just letting it all sink in. They had done it, and that in such a short time too. It was only twenty past eight and it already felt as if the entire day had passed. Obi-Wan was glad he had the day off, he didn’t particularly feel like doing anything complicated at all today.

Glancing at Anakin, Obi-Wan could tell he was a little out of it as well. The realization that his life wasn’t about to get incredibly messed up within a week probably still had to settle in.

“So that was it?” Padmé asked. “They’re officially married?”

“As legal as can be,” Quinlan reassured her. “I’ll bring the paper to the office and you should get a notice within a few days. If you haven’t gotten it by next Monday, I’ll look into it.”

“Thank you, Vos,” Padmé spoke up again. “Is there anything we can do for you in return?”

Quinlan shook his head dismissively. “Nah, don’t worry about it. It was my pleasure, really. Now go and enjoy your honeymoon.”

Honeymoon, Obi-Wan snorted. The best they were going to get right now was a second breakfast.

“Off to Dex’s?” He suggested. “I could use something horribly sweet just about right now.”

And perhaps also something alcoholic.

#Anakin Skywalker #obi wan kenobi #padmé amidala #obianidala #star wars #fanfic

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reducttiddi3es · 4 years ago

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Feels Right Monty x OC- Requested

REQUEST: @vintagemac94 Hey🌸, I just came across your blog and loved the Monty love I saw there those two stories were pretty awesome. Could I pls make a request for MontyxOc where she has a boyfriend in college but when she moved to town and transferred to Liberty High she fell for Monty because of the amazing chemistry they had when they first met... As much as she wanted to stay loyal the connection her and Monty had proved too strong to ignore and she let the temptation take over💜. Tysm

I really enjoyed writing this, so much so that I had to split it up into parts XD. I will put the second part up soon(once I complete it that is)

hope ya’ll enjoy it. requests are always open.

WORDS: 1389

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“Ok, babe. I’ll call you tonight. I can’t afford to go late on the first day of school”

“No, Soph, you call me in break time ok.”

“Ugh, fine. I love you but I really got to go now”

I hung up smiling about how much my boyfriend cared for me. We had been together for a little more than a year and it was going great. He was a little possessive but that’s because he loves me. Right?

I ran down the stairs excited for my first day at Liberty high.

“Morning, mom. Hey dad”, I said kissing both of them.

“Here, have your breakfast and then we’ll leave”

“Have a nice day, sweety.”

“Bye dad”

I walked into the massive property of Liberty high which was crowded with noisy teens. I looked around, there were the cheerleaders, nerds, punks and the jocks. Ugh.

I never really fit in with most of these groups. I am friendly but I’d rather be alone. But I had promised myself to make friends.

I looked around and spotted a boy and a girl talking, they seemed nice.

“Hey, I’m Sophie Miller. I’m new here, can you please tell me the way to the counsellor’s office”

“Hey, I’m Hannah Baker.”

“I’m Clay Jensen. Well I was just heading there to take the new students on the school tour.” He laughs.

“Well then you can give me a little preview” I said before we bid goodbye to Hannah and headed towards the counsellor’s office. Wow. Its gonna take some time to memorize all these hallways.

The day went by well, I had a few classes with Clay and others with Hannah, so I didn’t have to put in the effort of socializing.

I sat at their table during lunch. They were so sweet, and we talked about random stuff while they told me a little more about the school.

As soon as the bell rang, we all moved towards our next class, when I realized that the next class, I had neither Clay nor Hannah with me. They showed me towards my classroom before going off towards their own. I walked in slowly, almost as if I was walking into a dense cave. I walked slowly to a bench at the end of the class, satisfied that I had caught the attention of nobody, or at least that’s what I thought.

I managed to get away from the “new girl introduction” bit successfully. Since it was the last class of the day, I went out towards the parking lot wondering where my dad was.

Things went on quite smoothly for the next few days. By smooth I mean little to no social interaction except with Clay, Hannah and a few teachers. It felt nice, like I could fit in, that I did not need my boyfriend as a barrier between me and the world. Jake (boyfriend) had asked me to call him at least 5 times a day. It was getting a little annoying, but I had to, after all he agreed to me going away to another town. It was the least I could do for him.

It had been almost a week in school and it is safe to say I still don’t know anyone other than Clay and Hannah, I mean I did make efforts to make friends but it seemed as if everyone had their friend groups filled already.

“Honey, I’m so sorry but you’ll have to walk to school this week”, my dad told me as he was getting ready to catch his flight to go on a business trip.

“Don’t worry dad, I CAN walk to school. It isn’t far” I chuckled.

Monday morning came soon, I got up realizing that I had to walk to school and so I had to be quick. But after all I’m as slow as a sloth bear. I ran, literally ran out of my house without breakfast, racing with the wind. God, I’m going to be late.

“Hey, careful.”

In the haste of getting to school on time, running like a mad-man on the streets, I did not realize when I bumped into someone.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking, so sorry.” I said sweating and almost at the verge of freaking out. “I didn’t see, I don’t- I’m sorry”

“Oh god, shhh, quiet”, that someone clasped a hand over my mouth with the other slowly rubbing up and down my back. This somehow immediately calmed me down. I looked up to meet the eyes of this kind stranger.

I looked into his deep hazel colored eyes, and I felt something. Something, that I can’t explain. Something I haven’t felt before. Something that was nice. I was so lost in his eyes that I did not realize that I had literally been gawking at him.

“You’re a weird girl, aren’t you�� he laughed.

I snapped out of my bliss and gave him a confused smile.

“And a pretty one” he added, sending more shivers down my spine. His smile was so confident, so sweet yet almost like a smirk oozing with arrogance.

“Why are you walking to school today? Do you need a ride?” he asked.

I was shocked he knew as much as he did. And I guess it was written all over my face. He added “I go to the same school. I’ll give you a ride, it’s not very safe to leave you unsupervised right now”, he laughed.

He walked over to a jeep parked near the sidewalk and sat confidently in the driver’s seat, sure that I would follow him. And I did. I don’t know why I did it but I did. I sat down in the passenger seat.

“I’m Sophie. Sophie Miller” I said mustering up the most confidence I could and smiled at him.

“I’m Montgomery. Montgomery De La Cruz. But I prefer Monty” he said mimicking me. But I wasn’t offended, in fact I smiled at him wider than before. “Monty” I said softly.

The entire ride we spoke about tons of things. I’m not saying we had many things in common in fact we didn’t but it did not feel awkward. Also did I mention that that he was the hottest person I’d ever seen (still is). I hadn’t gotten the chance to see him that well considering I was near-freaking out over stumbling into him but when we reached school and he got off the car, the radiation of the morning sun hitting his skin in all the right places making him look more godly than he did before, had taken my breath away. Wow.

My feet carried me to class, my hands carried my books, physically I was in class but my mind could focus on nothing but Monty. His voice echoed inside my head; his soulful laugh made me smile like an idiot without realizing that I was in class.

“Miss Miller, is there something that you want to share with the class, so that all of us can laugh”

My face turned red at the teacher’s voice and I shook my head. The bell rang before she could go any further. The entire day, I barely payed attention to any class, my brain flooded with images of Monty (funny how I could imagine him in ways I’d not even seen him).

I absent mindedly walked out of the school towards home, still smiling wide. All of sudden a car pulled up next to me. The window rolled down.

“You know you can’t just ditch me, today morning was certainly not a one-time thing” he said smirking.

“N-no I was-“

“Oh God, just get in sweetheart” he laughed, the nickname leaving his lips effortlessly.

***

It had been a week and my dad was back home but I still drove with Monty to school. We had gotten incredibly close, I went to his games and we spent a lot of time together after school, gaming, listening to music, I even tutored him while he failed to teach me baseball. But the most wonderful time was when we sat together and talked about random things. Monty had gotten me to feel so good about myself, I had become more confident. It felt nice.

We were jamming to some music while riding to school when my phone rang.

Jake.

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uchu-the-angel · 4 years ago

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Hi everyone I just finished my new OC and after Little Nightmares 2 I decided that Mono should have a family before meeting Six and being trapped in the single tower so meet his younger sister Nil. [warning this character is a cross over to Little Nightmares 1-2, 9, and Bloody Bunny: The First Blood. And that some information on my drawing is not finished because there’s no room. If you don’t like it that’s okay just no hate comments please]

Name: Nil (Undead)

Age: (Unknown time) four, (Little Nightmares 2) five, (3 years after Little Nightmares) eight.

Biological Family: Old sister Duet (Deceased), Older Brother Mono (Alive), Oldest Brother Infinity (Fate Unknown).

Step Family: Dad 9 (Alive), Mom 7 (Alive), Old Sister 4 (Alive), Old Brother (Alive) [just a info 3 and 4 are twins], Grandpas 1 and 2 (Deceased), Uncles 5 and 6 (Deceased), older brother 8 (Deceased).[1-9 are mostly stitchpunk]

Friends: Six (Alive), Seven/The Runaway Kid (Possessed) [go look @LazyArtist13 on Instagram or @artisticlazy15-ln you would know what I mean], Bloody Bunny (Possessed) [another info in Bloody Bunny: The First Blood all dolls are possessed], Mumu (possessed and Alive),

Important: Dark Rabbit (Possessed, Alive, and may not just be her friend).

Other: Master Sloth (Possessed, Alive, and Nil’s teacher).

Personality: when she was four years old she had always been afraid of the unknown but a happy child until the incident, at five years old she is more worried about losing her family again has survivors guilt/survivors disorder after the incident and became muted [also in a different a incident], at the of eight years old she acts more like Mono and 9 in a way how ever she more of saving and protecting everyone also still muted however in her dreams she can talk but only in her dreams.

Abilities: Just like Mono [it’s a family thing] she can teleport through with/without the TVs (thought she glitches every time she use the TVs and takes her energy away the more she use the TVs the more Glitches and less energy she get so she chose without), can build things, make weapons appear and disappear out of thin air, can see and feel aura, see soul of different poison, see and talk to the dead, most importantly she is born with out a heart (not the spirit though it the fleshy part) which means she can’t feel pain or die [Don’t worry she has a soul well actually two souls].

Relationship:

Infinity: Nil and Infinity have a pretty close relationship as they would sleep and play together a bond that would never be broken until infinity was taken away which lead to her having survivors disorder.

Mono: Nil and Mono had your standard sibling relationship but Mono is a overprotective brother just like Infinity but when Mono went missing Nil fears the worst.

Duet: Nil and Duet relationship is interesting as Duet would act like the motherly tip for Nil all the time Duel died falling off a broken bridge.

9: Nil’s step dad and legal Guardian is a brave and respectful leader even though Nil didn’t want to give 9 more responsibilities 9 always let Nil know that he still cares and loves her no matter what.

7: 7 and Nils relationship is mostly how a daughter and mother should act however 7 is mostly overprotective of Nil especially when Nil walks off alone.

3 & 4: you may guess how two twin stitchpunk with flashy light eyes to communicate and are muted with a human girl child with survivors disorder you may think their relationship is bad. Actually no in-fact after some time Nil she got used to having lights in her eyes before they used project to communicate with her now she can understand them with out pictures.

1: for 1 Nil is a waste believe that human children’s are a waste of time and energy even when she’s watching him but after time he found out about Nil’s past and that her family had fallen apart one by one 1 felt bad for her knowing it was not her fault.

2: 2 for the most part is like a teacher for Nil but unlike some people that hates learning new things Nil is the opposite she loves to learn new things and knows how to build things, Nil’s first on she built is her lantern which 2 is impress.

5 & 6: 5 is the one who taught Nil how to take care of an injured will 6 taught her about alchemist.[I don’t know how their relationship goes].

8: yes this tough guy has a soft spot for Nil no matter how heard 8 tries he ends up caring for her even at night 8 protected her from nightmares like a knight in shining armor.

Six: Six and Nil is more like a ‘friend and enemy’ after hearing that Six left Mono at the Single Tower but couldn’t do anything about at least Six gives Nil food that’s a plus.

Seven: well when they first met its more of Seven should not sneak into Nil and Nil only scratched Seven’s neck but they do make things okay even if Seven is protecting Six.

Bloody Bunny: Bloody Bunny just like 7 is overprotective of Nil according to Bloody Bunny Nil reminded of her little sister Mumu even after founding Mumu she still overprotective.

Mumu: this has to be the double the fun, the trouble, and the cutest they almost had everything in common despite their past being different they always have their backs.

Master Sloth: a teacher that taught Nil how to fight and taught her how to control her abilities Nil loves to hear Master Sloth’s stories and welling to listen.

Dark Rabbit: as you may guess Nil did find Dark Rabbit and things didn’t go as well as Dark Rabbit tried to attack Nil but she dodgers them all the time but after the encounter Dark Rabbit started to have feelings for Nil [not live a boyfriend girlfriend will you come out to date thing] as if he know Nil and wanted to protect her from danger even if their first encounter was not good at least Dark Rabbit is making up to her and even heard about Nil’s past and she has Survivor disorder even about her oldest brother Infinity had disappeared he thought of it over and over again almost Infinity and himself are identical he thought maybe his is Nil’s oldest brother ever if Dark Rabbit has to stay in the shadows.

Backstory: Nil was a cheerful and kind girl when she was four years old, she never know about her parents, she has a close relationship to her old siblings Mono and Duet but not as close as her oldest brother infinity, she thought that her life will never change. Until one day a fire started since Mono and Duet are in different buildings except for infinity she had no idea what is going on [basically it’s a reference to the Little Nightmares Comic] the doors were locked and the windows are boarded up she thought they would die in a painful death but the sprinklers were on the fire had stopped but the nightmare did not as children’s one by one were taken away infinity took Nil’s hand and ran away from the place they were been and had injured himself in the process and found a window that was not boarded, Mono and Duet were out side waiting for them however infinity was grabbed and with one last glance to his younger sister before throwing Nil out the window. Nil cried and scream but she couldn’t do anything as her remanded family ran as far away as they could. A year has pasted and Nil became a different girl they had found a new place to call home but after the incident Nil blamed herself for the death of Infinity even though it was not confirmed given her survivors disorder when ever one of her family leaves she believes that they would die after stepping outside and she would not stop them and would have a lot of nightmares even night one day Mono hadn’t returned so her and Duet started to look for him but a creature clawed at Nil’s neck so deep that it even broke her voice box making her muted. As time went on they came to the place called the nothingness which in-fact no one is around but that doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous because when they are almost at the other side of a broken bridge they almost feel about Duet died falling will save Nil just as before she lost another of her family and it was all her fault even though she didn’t do anything. Nil kept moving forward but a machine with a needle stab her and took half of her soul away and was half dead when 9 and 7 gave parts of their souls [1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, and 9 have the same soul but with different personality] given her the ability to see ghosts and her right eye change to Emerald after. When they got to Duet there was no hope for her but Nil wanted to have her sister with her took Duet’s scarf as if she was on her shoulder during her journey with her new family she found Mono’s mask and put it on she was not longer scared and moved on. Three years past and Nil is now eight years old and she’s willing to bring her new and old family back together.

I know there should be more to her story but I might think of putting her in a comic or animation if I am willing to do so

#bloody bunny the first blood #Nil #little nightmares 2 #little nightmares #Mono’s little sister

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itsclownhours · 4 years ago

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merlin as tumblr posts again because when i edited a typo in the original it fucked up the formatting

everyone: you have to make time for yourself

morgana: *stays up until 1 am every night crying* me time

morgana: ohhhh so the pain is forever and endless i get it now

young!mordred: once i learn how to read and write it’s over for you hoes

lancelot, in cursive: i can’t read cursive handwriting

gwaine: what does this say

elyan: i can’t read cursive handwriting

gwaine: bitch me neither that’s why i asked

arthur, to merlin, about lancelot: is he...y’know…*gestures downard to super hell*

uther, straight: hey what’s up guys do you want to go get some food

arthur and morgana, gay: ??????

uther: oh sorry i mean asgdhjdhs guys do you??? want some food??? lmao ashdjdjhs

arthur and morgana: oh! agshdjjshsj yeah lmao agshdj

morgana: do you ever associate the word “girlfriend” with wlw so much that you forget straight boys have girlfriends

gwen: am taking care of a tiny kitten. have given it an excellent name. dad thinks i’m calling her “minty” but this is actually short for The Government

gwen: The Government bit my finger and pooped on the floor

gwaine: peak art is when you were like six and you scribbled all over ms paint and then carefully paintbucketed in all the different shapes in the scribbles to make “stained glass”

morgause: forcing my car to commit sins so it goes to hell with me when i die

leon, after arthur gives the knights a pep talk: so motivational...time to drill a hole in my skull

morgana: i want to be a she really did that!! kind of girl but i don’t do anything

arthur: pros and cons of being my friend:

arthur: pro: you have a friend

arthur: con: it’s me

gwaine, to lancelot: bro let’s watch a horror movie together...bro you look scared do you wanna share a blanket dude? if you wanna hold hands it’s ok. if you wanna rest your head on my shoulder it’s alright bro...bro if you wanna kiss that’s understandable that was a scary movie...we can keep cuddling after the movie is over it’s alright dude…

lancelot: old town road but he just keeps listing all the places he has horses

gwaine: i got the horses in the back

gwaine: horses on the track

gwaine: horses in the shack and i got horses fetching snacks

gwaine: i got the horses in earth’s core

gwaine: down under the floor

gwaine: horses in the store and i got horses on the moor

gwaine: died and came back as a cowboy i call that reintarnation

morgana: *shows up at college* excuse me will someone please direct me to the leftist brainwashing class? i’m here for the leftist brainwashing class

merlin: finally found someone i was more disappointed in that myself: the entirety of america camelot

morgause: customer (derogatory)

arthur: business major (derogatory)

leon: leonardo dicaprio date a woman over 25 challenge

gwaine: thought that said “leonardo da vinci” and was confused since da vinci was gay and also since you were calling out someone who’s been dead for well over 7 years

leon: well. da vinci has been well over 7 years, i’ll give you that

morgana: the retirement age needs to be lowered to 25. i’ve had enough

gwaine: i’m fucking in luigi’s mansion

leon: who?

gwaine: some italian freak

gwaine: oh you meant who am i fucking. your mom

leon: stop setting things on fire because you’re curious about what will happen. what will happen is fire

gwaine: but what if...something else happens. just this 1 time

morgause: bored? burn an orphan. who’re they gonna tell? their parents?

morgana: due to personal reasons i will be a serial arsonist

mithian: fruit (affectionate)

arthur: going to the fruit (derogatory) store do you want anything

gwen: fruit (salad, yummy yummy)

morgana, to gwen: i’m allergic to hookup culture and too weird to participate anyway. die in my arms

kilgharrah: i am fast and full of teeth. i will die in a barn fire

morgana: not evil anymore i want to be loved now

morgana: evil again

morgause: every day i put on my evil little clothes and do my evil little tasks

percival: megan thee stallion and timothee chalamet are the same age

gwaine: megan thee stallion 🤝 timo thee chalamet

morgana: hey how many swords do you have

morgause: sword of a lot

morgana: blocked

morgause: parried

morgana and gwen simultaneously in 1x10: *chanting* girls with swords girls with swords

morgana: the more knives you have the more valid you are

kilgharrah: blocked. blocked. blocked. you’re all blocked. none of you are free from sin.

morgana: seven deadly sins speedrun

gwaine: i want 6 pet sloths so i can name them after every sin except for sloth

merlin: the eighth deadly sin is networking

arthur: online school culture is constantly wondering if there’s a sneaky little assignment you missed...is it tucked under modules or assignments or heaven forbid, announcements? who’s to say?

gaius: asynchronous learning

merlin, a clown: mmmnaptime

arthur: have you ever just cried because you’re you

elyan, to percival: bro, we are teens . it’s ok to cry around me . i’m your best friend . i love you … bro we are kissing now … no don’t stop bro … bro …

morgana: mad bc i was told as the bride my wedding would be “my day” but actually where will be a whole other bride there and we will have to share it

leon: i’m disgusted every time someone does a gender reveal and it’s about a gender i already know about, what kind of reveal is that

leon: gender reveal party??? no, this is a gender repeal party. we out here revoking genders

gwaine: you’re laughing. i asked you who sings party rock anthem and you’re laughing

gwaine: make no mistake not only am i party rocking but i’m also in the house tonight

elyan: are you shuffling?

gwaine: everyday

morgana: lung extensions

morgana: with extended lungs you can: scream longer, breathe harder, brag about extended lungs

morgana: this procedure is not legal but i will do it for you

morgana: do not tell the police or morgause

morgana: i’m so sick of dna, i’m going to have all mine removed

morgause: good news! this is a real thing that can happen to you

morgana: perfect, sign me up

morgana: if YOU die because i poisoned you...how is that MY fault like i’m sorry you aren’t immune to my poisons i think that’s genuinely something you need to work on. fix yourself before blaming others

arthur: my body is NOT a “temple”...it is a CLOWN CAR and NONE OF THESE BITCHES KNOW HOW TO DRIVE

morgause: live

morgause: laugh

morgause: l u r k

mcdonald’s employee: please sir get off the table

gwaine: I ASKED FOR TWO LARGE FRIES *dumping bag of fried out onto the floor* BUT INSTEAD GOT A HUNDRED FUCKEN LITTLE ONES

merlin: i relate to vampires because i too must be clearly and specifically invited in before i have the audacity to try to participate in anything

gwaine: it can’t be september, just yesterday is was marchgustuary

lancelot: today’s date: [REDACTED]/[REDACTED]/20

gwaine: why are internet friends not normalized. it’s 2020 they’re probably making robots that will wipe your ass for you and i can’t text grace in the uk and tell her to have a good day? fuck you

percival: imagine if halsey was in beauty and the beast

elyan: are you insane like gaston. been in pain like gaston. bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like gaston

arthur: my dad is learning about pronouns/gender identity and he called me in the middle of the night to tell me he is cis

merlin: ough. those first 400 bites of dirt were not so good. maybe the next one will be better

morgana: i’m at the dark candy store, buying sorrowful ranchers

merlin: i’m surprised no one has ever punched me in the face

gwen: i want a gf so i can send her memes about loving my gf

morgause: oh to cook with my wife and stand directly in front of cabinets and drawers she needs to open

morgause: decided i will no longer be paying taxes. what are they gonna do, tax me more? go ahead. i won’t pay those either. oh i’m going to prison? the one paid for by my tax dollars? sorry, didn’t pay em. now there is no prison. i am at least 3 steps ahead of the government at all times

merlin: lab safety but the teacher just wants to you die

merlin: lab safety: 1. drink whatever’s in that beaker. i know you fucking want to

morgause: my therapist is selling her house so i’m gonna find the listing online and make her living room my zoom backgrounds before our next session. you wanna get in my head? ok well i’m in your home babe. i’m in charge now

morgana: yeah i see why you’re in therapy

morgana: i hate it when people ask me to “explain my thought process” like hell if i know

morgana: what’s going on in that head of yours?” nothing i want to be a part of

mordred: hey girls what’s the hot gossip what’s new what’s the 411

morgana and morgause: everything is bad and getting worse by the day

morgause: common letter greetings from 1889

morgause: dearest my-soon-to-be-enemy

morgause: salutations and i hope you enjoy contact prison

morgause: i hope this letter finds you in a ditch

arthur: *highlights all the wrong and unimportant stuff with full confidence*

merlin: i’ve tried opening my mouth and saying words before and i’ve gotta say, i’m not a fan

morgana: a large group of humans is called a fuck that

website: synonyms for blood: juice

mithian: thank you thesaurus.com, that is absolutely not what i was looking for

gwaine: gen z humor was single-handedly cultivated by the zoo wee mama comic and you can’t convince me otherwise

morgana: screw this it’s halloween now *turns into a swarm of bats them consumes the moon*

morgana: i can’t believe the heterosexuals are gone. they’re gone

uther: we’re still here

arthur: who said that

gwaine: no more france

gwaine: society has progressed passed the need for france

morgause: girls night out (of body experience)

morgana, to morgause: what do you mean “what have i been up to”...i’m out here ruining my own life as always bitch

merlin: stop complaining about your life. there are literally people living in camelot

arthur, trying to find new knights: oh so you’re a human? name three pictures with traffic lights in them

gwaine: we mcfreaking lost her doctor

morgause: looking for a wife in the walmart

morgause: arrested for visiting www.killing.com/murder

gwaine, to merlin: no bro this isn’t a date listen bro

gwaine: it’s bruhnch

morgause, to cenred: if you think i’m not interested, you’re right

gwen: put a pancake on a girl’s head when she’s asleep to keep her warm and safe

morgana: idk what mad scientist needs to hear this today but your goggles and lab coat are incredibly flattering and all your experiments will block away the scientific community who called you a fool

morgause: i’m gonna fucking die disease

morgause: symptoms: back hurts a bit too much for a bit too long

arthur: if you think i’m annoying now wait until i get over my fear of being perceived as annoying

merlin: sorry if i’m bothering you

surgeon: how do you keep waking up and saying that

gwaine: home depot needs more small tunnels for me to crawl through tbh

percival: hot tip: soup is customizable! go wild but know your limits

morgana: brains say “i know a spot” and take you to a traumatic memory from 2011

mithian: “can you multitask” yes actually i am losing my mind and chilling at the same time

morgana: quarantine schedule to keep you on track

morgana: wake up

morgana: neglect online school

morgana: yearn (ongoing project)

morgana: again!

mithian: if cats don’t want to be held like little babies maybe they shouldn’t be roughly the size and shape of little babies

morgause: fuck this pandemic i could’ve ruined 2020 on my own

morgana: a cute girl told me she has lots of plants in her house and i told her for some fucking reason “damn the oxygen at your place must be mad crisp” and somehow still got her number so. chase your dreams. nothing is impossible apparently

morgana: oh to wear a knife strapped against my thigh beneath a silk dress

morgana, running off with morgause at the end of season 2: i hate this place i want to go to build a bear

morgana, at work: i’m evil

morgana, 1 second after clocking out: not evil anymore i want to be loved now

morgana, the next day at work: evil again

season 2 morgana: i am fine thank you for asking! though recently there has been a darkness growing within me

morgause: *thinks about love* okay well i am just losing my mind and being insane now

arthur: you think you can hurt my feelings? i’ve been the least favorite in every single friendship group i’ve had since i was 8

morgana, staring out the window at arthur and merlin: look at them plotting my downfall

mithian: i wanna buy clown noses in bulk and start sticking them on every person i see whose mask is pulled too low

mithian: oh to be a tiny cat whose biggest concern is the looming threat of being gently picked up and kissed on the head

morgana: i deserve to be kissed

morgana: did you have a homoerotic friendship with a girl in high school that ended in tragedy and you two are never talking again or are you normal?

mithian: just diagnosed with forehead kiss deficiency :/

morgana: i think i’ll continue to wear a mask when this shit’s all over, and huge sunglasses. my face is none of your business

morgause: my therapist told me that sometimes when a person consumes the same piece of media over and over they may be unconsciously coping with a mental block so now i’m trying to figure out what the fuck i was going through that made me watch ratatouille 8 times a day for a solid month in middle school

morgause: opposite of depression nap. depression awakeness. refreshing the same three websites over and over. there’s nothing new on any of them. eight seconds have passed and it feels like a century

morgana: very homophobic that my head is not laying on the chest of my maidservant as i am drifting off to sleep

merlin: no no, it’s fine, i’ll text myself back

morgana: *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns* *pines* *longs* *yearns*

arthur: i’d have to be a fool not to? being a fool and not doing things are my top two activities

gwaine: you think it’s easy to be me? you think it’s easy to get up every. single. day. and be an industrial grade dumbass? well it’s not. but that’s what i do. and i’ll never stop.

morgana: ah shit i’m sorry man, my schedule for the week is all booked

sunday: yearn

monday: pine

tuesday: long

wednesday: ache

thursday: sigh

friday: lament

saturday: crave

morgana: talents include: being a public menace, denying God’s will, petting dogs, yearning, being dramatic, witchcraft, quoting classic literature when no one asked, napping, befriending a murder of crows, being gay, covering up my emotions by being “the funny friend” when in reality i’m really going through it, wistfully staring out the car window

merlin: *doesn’t even do the bare minimum* all in a day’s work

cenred: a “period” is not an excuse to have an attitude

morgause: i miss the times when men would go to war and die

morgana: the cheap halloween vampire fangs stay ON during sex

gwen: maybe i pspspspsp’ed you because i love you. did you think of that? huh?

morgana: mom said it’s my turn to hand out the ominous and vague warnings

arthur: that wasn’t mom

uther: she JUST SAID it was her turn

morgause: i’m a chill person but if my back doesn’t stop hurting i’m going to take out my spine and beat God with it

mithian: one of these days i’m going to say the f word

mithian: then you’ll all be sorry

morgause: 3 words every girl wants to hear

morgause: club penguin membership

morgana: hmm, yes.

morgana: time to s i p

morgana: some *~crispy~*

morgana: d i h y d r o g e n m o n o x i d e

morgause: roll call! raise your hand if you’re in the following fandoms:

morgause: 1. suffering 2. the pain of living

morgana: *raises both hands and a leg*

leon: it’s so hard being a single mom when you have no kids and are a male teenager

merlin: yeah bro hit me up and we’ll cancel some plans sometime

morgana: my brain, or as i like to call it, the suffer contraption

morgause: my circle so small i almost cut myself off

morgause hyping herself up before entering any public area: i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal i’m normal

arthur: today in french we learned how to say “what’s in the bag” and i couldn’t stop laughing because

arthur: swaggity swag qu’est-ce qui dans le sac

merlin: even when i am not speaking, know that horrible sentences are raging within me

mithian in 5x04: sorry bro i can’t go out tonight. i’m stuck in an eternal state of melancholy

morgause: shower gel label: immerse yourself in this new “Me Time” luxury frooty tooty. abandon all sense of identity and dissolve your memories into this soothing chemical broth. one billion melons are in this tube...use them wisely

leon, writing a headline about the most recent knights’ mission: local dumbasses knew that what they were getting themselves into and did it anyways

morgana: *feels random pain in body*

morgana: kill me

mithian: *slowly inches closer to your pet*

morgause: *refuses to look at texts* i love conversation and communication

arthur: cute gender neutral things to call your partner

arthur: significant annoyance

leon: the most unrealistic fantasy trope is the one where half of the pair works in some sort of shop and one is a customer because i have literally never thought about a customer with anything other than contempt

gwaine: why is everyone talking about 1d all of a sudden did one of them die

elyan: they’re 10 years old now

gwaine: i wish them luck 4th grade is tough!!

gwaine: must i pursue a career? is it not enough to be passionate about tv shows and snack foods?

leon, aroace: cool date idea: me eating oatmeal by myself

morgana: i have no self of steam

gwaine: i hate wearing a mask. i miss being able to gently kiss my trader joe’s cashier on the lips after they ring up my $8 box of blueberries

morgana: committing acts of violence today…*pushes morgause’s glass of water off the counter*

gwaine: mario will do anything to put a smile on your face

morgana: haha we get along so well...our brains just work the same way

morgause, after changing her entire personality to match morgana’s after analyzing the way she talks and texts: haha yeah it’s incredible

gwaine: covered in sauce, trembling

arthur: *says the vaguest most incoherent shit ever*

arthur: you know what i mean :/

[online]

morgana: *screenshots things her girlfriend said to her so she can read it again later* yeah i’m not gay

uther: dude no offence i don’t want to sound like an sjw or anything but if you have a girlfriend you’re straight. that’s just how it works

morgana: i’m a girl

uther: what the fuck

morgana: the second you say “family group chat” i know we are not the same

gwen: what if early in the morning after buying groceries we got caught in the rain and i used my jacket to cover your head ut we still got soaked and we made a fire at home and brewed tea and sat together watching the rain as our cats hid under our feets at each sound of thunder and we ate stew for dinner and watched tv until we fell asleep on the couch with your head resting on my shoulder

gwaine, to percival: hold my hand bro we’re crossing the street

percival: imageine if we all just started ignoring celebrities though

percival: i can’t stop thinking about how funny this would be. imagine kyie jenner posting a selfie and it gets 12 likes

morgana: this isn’t fun anymore i need a kiss

morgause at 1159 pm: life’s great lol

morgause at 1201 am: does anyone really know me? most importantly do i really know me? what if life doesn’t get better than this?

merlin: king i needbfjdjgnjfg qldkr snmsmdjgjt ….. .. i need--fjrjkrhgphpqn dd

arthur: huh *dunks merlin’s head back underwater*

morgana: i don’t go to therapy or take any pills i just rawdog life and let my brain turn into soup

mordred: dark emails

morgause: to whom it WILL concern

morgana: now that this email has found you

gwaine: hi waiter could i get the spaghetti i promise i’ll behave this time

merlin: the sexiest thing about me? everything hurts my feelings

gwaine: how is sex fun if i have to remove my crocs to have it

elyan: if he makes you remove your crocs for sex he isn’t the one

morgause: a motherfucker could use an embrace

morgana: every night after 10pm my feelings start crawling out, starved, as i beat them with a moderately large stick vigorously hissing “stay back” until i inevitably fall asleep

fanfiction: there’s only one room available…

morgause, who specifically chose a rated m and explicit story: oh my gosh there’s only one room they’re gonna share a bed what’s gonna happen next

morgana: i can have a little unrealistic romantic fantasy. as a treat

arthur: some of y’all weren’t asked out as a joke in middle school and it shows

morgana: how is everyone doing. i’ll go first i’m doing badly

morgana: being a kid was so fucking funny we’d just go around lying to each other’s faces constantly to impress each other one of the knights told me he was the first person to visit the sun and when i asked him what it was like to prove he was lying he said he didn’t remember because they sent him there when he was a baby and to this day the mental image of nasa launching an unsupervised baby into the sun still makes me crack up

elyan: do you wish you were seeing somebody

leon: a therapist

morgause: when you see someone from high school and they don’t recognize you that’s the exact opposite of the mortifying ordeal of being known. the gratifying relief of being forgotten

[texting]

morgana: you seem hard to kill

morgause: aw thank you

morgause: i haven’t been killed yet

morgana: to your knowledge

morgause: what

morgana: just truly bonkers how much i love lying down……..like being horizontal? Unparalleled

arthur: when i was younger i really thought that piranhas were going to be a bigger issue for me than they’ve turned out to be

morgause: filling out the depression and anxiety checkboxes at the doctors is always so sad but also very very funny

morgause: i am handed a piece of paper. i check off a box that says “every day i wish i were dead”. i hand back the paper. the paper and its contents are never again discussed.

morgana: unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, i cannot just “walk up and join the circle of people talking”, but it does sound lovely thank you

morgana: if california is so expensive why don’t you move to somewhere like ohio

morgause: full offense but i’d rather be dead in california than alive in ohio

morgause: ugly and uninspiring--review of ohio

morgana: staying up late not even fun anymore it’s just sad

morgause: everyone should be comfortable in their own skin :)

morgause’s brain: except for you

morgause: except for me :)

mithian: please peer pressure me into finishing projects

merlin: do it or you’re straight

mithian: i said peer pressure not threaten

morgause: the year is 2030. bakery art is so realistic, literally anything could be cake. the uncertainty has gripped the world in fear. i go to hug my wife for comfort. she is cake.

morgause: i sob in despair as i eat my cake wife. she is delicious

gwen: do ladies love stupid men or do they just love men who don’t exhaust every opportunity to feel smart

gwen: “i used to think that melancholy was a vegetable” that’s incredible, let’s hang out more

morgause: basically i accidentally listened to a song a few years ago and it led to this

morgana: *desperately tries to romanticise her homework*

uther: do i have to be pretty? is it not enough to simply be the loudest person in the room with the worst opinions

morgana: oh i can’t possibly study, i have allotted the next six hours to yearning vaguely

morgause: allow me to de-introduce myself

morgause: my name is [redacted]

arthur: i have no good posts today i’m sorry guys

merlin: haha “today”

mordred: “do we perhaps use magic because we were bullied and needed blah blah special interest blah blah” shut the FUCK up i use magic to see my anime husband’s big fucking honkers. sorry you got pantsed in front of your crush

morgana: i came here to bully people

mordred: is it because you got pantsed in front of your crush

morgana: no it’s because i’m deranged

mithian: pretty sure seven deadly sins is a bit excessive

mithian: just combine wrath and gluttony and make hangry

mithian: sloth and pride make Bottoming

morgana: despicable me ruined the word minion whenever i become a supervillain i’m just going to have to call them my homies or whatever

gwen: as a bisexual i am attracted to lanky boys with dark hair, girls who look like they could kill me, and anyone wearing vampire teeth

morgana: if someone tried to assassinate me that would make me feel so important and valued and beloved

gwaine: turn down for whom?

mithian: fact: usage of the word “the” has begun to decline. this is because as more and more people become educated, usage of the word “thoum’st” has become more common.

morgana, kidnapping mithian in 5x04: truth or dare? uhhh i dare you to………………………………..fall in love with me. haha i’m just joking bro………………..unless…………………………?

gwaine: my thoughts are like a clearance sale

gwaine: once it’s gone it’s gone

morgana: *pronounces “hors d’oeuvres” as “horse divorce” specifically to piss off morgause*

gwaine: do you prefer women or men?

leon: death

morgause: honestly no offense but i love falling asleep and sleeping. it’s like. ok goodnight

morgause: ngl it’s kinda difficult to be the moody and mysterious background character in everyone’s life when you’re quarantined at home

morgause: i need to get laid

morgause: --to rest. put me in a coffin, let my soul ascend

gwaine: it takes a lot of heart to be this stupid

gwaine: it takes real strength not to know shit about fuck

elyan: what’s your favorite anime?

leon: i’m a christian

arthur: just bought this tapeworm from etsy!

lancelot: where are you gonna keep it

arthur: :)

merlin: i don’t like this conversion very much

gwaine: i’m home alone with the tv repair man

gwaine: i’m no fool, there are only two possible outcomes of this scenario

gwaine: porn or murder

gwaine, an hour later: apparently there was an unforeseen third outcome where he fixes the tv and then leaves

morgause: well tomorrow fucking sucked

morgana: dark brunch

morgana: *mixes a mimosa with evil intent*

morgause: this is just what being gay is like

gwaine: movie idea: guy finds a stone tablet engraved with a mysterious alien language and gets caught up in a national treasure-esque adventure to decipher its meaning, only to learn that it’s just an alien “live laugh love” decoration

arthur: sorry i didn’t mean to open your ig story 20 seconds after you posted i’m just unemployed

arthur: why do you say men are objects? that’s not true and hurtful

morgana: men are on sale at the grocery store for a few dollars

cenred: why do you say men are objects? that’s not true and hurtful

morgause: men are on sale at the grocery store for a few dollars

morgana: wow would you look at that. it’s already that time of the night where i move the stuff on my bed to my chair. can’t wait until tomorrow when i move the stuff from my chair back onto my bed

gwaine: hi i’m bethany with girl defined ministry and today we are going to be talking about how to stan my chemical romance in a God-honoring way

morgana: bottom: ,,, !!! ;;; vers: …. top: no punctuation whatsoever

morgause: tops are illiterate

morgause: i slept for almost 12 hours but i might still be tired so let’s go for 12 more just in case

morgana: morgause that’s a coma

morgause: sounds festive

mithian: i am a simple woman. i enter the kitchen. i eat four servings of bread products. i leave.

gwaine: it’s one serving if you serve all of it to yourself

mithian: i like the way you think, friend

gwaine: spencer from icarly and rodrick from diary of a wimpy kid are on the opposite ends of the same spectrum

elyan: the gay older brother scale

merlin: i found a rock :)

merlin: my troubles will soon be over

gwaine: parasite (2019) dir. bong joon ho

percival: uncut gems (2019) dir. josh and benny safdie

elyan: cain

morgana: social distancing is okay for me bc i’ve been touch starved since the 15th century. i’m used to it

mithian: fanfiction hits different when you’re gay and yearning and haven’t experienced an ounce of romance in your life

morgause: callout for rude baby seen at grocery store

morgause: i’m calling out a baby (approximately 12-14 months old) from the grocery store due to its rudeness. i’m guessing its age based on appearance, motor skills (atrocious) and whatnot. anyway, i smiled at this baby and it just stared at me. as soon as i began to move on, though, the baby said “no!” and started giggling when i turned back around. this happened multiple times. the baby’s actions were toxic and manipulative. the baby was also manhandling a package of dried fruit which wasn’t yet paid for (quite minor) and was just generally sitting around and not helping

gwen: we need to melt down all the pennies and make the statue of liberty a girlfriend

morgause: had a realization in a dream i just had that this isn’t real and i can just do whatever i want and so i started shrinking the face of this guy that was talking to me and then once it got real small i woke up sleep paralyzed

morgause: i was given godlike powers over the universe by realizing it’s all in my head and the first thing i did was use them to torment the nearest man

morgause: and the actual God woke me up and put be into a 5 minute timeout to lay frozen and think about what i’ve done

morgana: does anyone else feel an awkward tension whenever you see another person your age in the grocery store

gwaine: the number 87 kinda looks like a plague doctor

percival: you’ve just changed the fucking game

elyan: [|87

morgana: a lonely bitch...a loner...i love isolation AND detachment

gwaine: i will not call the judges “your honor”. in america we don’t have titles of nobility. they will get a simple “yes dude” from me

gwaine: calling big bird just “bird” because i do not respect him

morgause: *photo of a pizza in a bad* caught the bae sleepin

mordred: now why would you waste a perfectly good pizza :(

morgause: that “waste” happens to be my wife getting her beauty sleep. think before you speak

gwaine: *finishes wedding vows* don’t forget to like and subscribe

morgana: *is bitter but is also right*

morgana: how dare you not notice me when i’m ignoring you

morgause, killing cenred: men be like i’m bilingual i speak english and over women

gwaine: after i move i really wanna get a used roomba

percival: i love that you’re adopting instead of buying from a breeder

mordred: joking about a kink is a gateway drug into developing said kink

morgana: my kink is mental, emotional, and financial stability

morgause: unrealistic, settle for choking like normal people

gaius: gay people use halloween props as home decor year round

morgana: shut up shut up this black jar with a raven painted on it is holiday-neutral

[texting]

morgause: can you come out?

morgana: yeah gimme a minute

morgana: morgause, i’m gay

morgause: i know that. come out to the car

morgana: car, i’m gay

morgause: God FUCKING damnit i’m such a hopeless romantic one day someone’s gonna say “i love you” and i’m just going to let out an agonized scream so horrible that they immediately change their mind

gaius: i’m not wearing glasses anymore i’ve seen enough

morgause: sorry my battery’s on 96% i gtg

morgause: you hate me? wow you think you’re hot shit and original huh well i hated me first so you can go grab a number and wait your turn

morgana: don’t ignore me ?? i despise being ignored ?? i mean i’m ignoring like 8 people right now but still ???

morgana: shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation

morgana: the concept of physical beauty is a scam unless you’re calling me cute in which case it is valid, actually

merlin: oh, so when other people go outside it’s “good for their health” and “highly recommended”, it’s only when i do it that it’s a “containment breach” and a “high-level threat to public safety and security”, huh?

gwaine: a charming photo of young john mulaney, seemingly celebrating the kennedy assassination

merlin: princess diana wasn’t john mulaney’s first kill

morgause: hate when i got out in public and the public is there

morgana: it seems the public is no longer in the public

morgause: i’ve won...but at what cost?

morgana: girls will see a chance to commit arson and be like “sorry, i have to take this”

morgause: girls will see a building that’s not on fire and say “is anyone gonna burn that” and not wait for an answer

#puff does things #long post

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anonfeather · 5 years ago

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Closure

Title: Closure

Rating: Teen

Pairing/Characters: Alexander/John/Lafayette, Hercules

Warning/Tags/Content: Polysquad, Polyamorous relationship, sad, breakup, ansgt,

Summary: Lafayette needs closure from Hercules’ break up with the Polysquad.

Author’s note: Wow, I haven’t published anything here for a long while. Sorry! I’ve been overworked with other projects. But I decided to push on to publish something here for you guys. I wrote this back in November 2019, and did some editing today. I doubt I’ll re-read it again, so if you find some mistake, point them out and eventually, I’ll patch it up :)

This is a sequel to the ‘Break Up’ ficlet I wrote a while ago. Fic is also up on Archives of our Own.

It had been four days since Hercules broke up with him - them. It’s been gnawing inside of Lafayette’s chest since. A deep, gaping pain that took his breath away when he thought over the situation. And he thought about it a lot. So much, that it left him hyperventilating when left alone.

“Get over it,” Alex said to him. “He’s a jerk, and he left us! Stop pining for his ass.” His way of coping was anger and the need to lash out at everyone. Luckily for them, the brunt of his acid got caught by a telemarketer that was trying to sell printing supplies.

“Let’s watch a movie to clear our minds,” Laurens offered. His way was avoidance. If we don’t talk, don’t think about it - it’ll go better. It made for sad, silent nights.

But Lafayette’s method was to express his feelings out loud. He needed to talk about it. And he needed to talk to Hercules about it. He sent a text and waited for an agonizing hour.

The first reply he got was simple but devastating. It was: “I can’t.”

“Please, we need to talk. I need to talk. I want to clear things up.” Lafayette had texted back. He saw Hercules write, then erase, then write again. Five minutes of anguish later, the new reply said. “I’m sorry. I can’t. Not now. Please leave me alone.”

Out of sorts, Lafayette hid his phone in the freezer to avoid harassing Hercules. When Laurens added a new ice cream carton in there, the device fell.

“What the fuck… Laf, is this your phone?”

“Yeah… Thanks.” He glanced at the messages. Nothing new from Hercules. His fingers typed a text quicker than his mind could gather.

The answer came fast, without the previous hesitation. Hercules said: “Yeah, okay. Meet me at the café.” There was no need to detail which one. They had a good spot where the baristas were nice to them, allowing them to chill for hours if they ordered at least one coffee.

Lafayette took what felt like hours to get ready. He shaved his beard to be handsomely symmetrical, his hair tied beautifully with voluntary curls given freedom. His clothing was his number one best; a set that Hercules had personally adjusted to fit his frame. A little dab of cologne, the same he brought over from France years ago and used exclusively for special events.

“Wow, looking nice Laf, where are you heading out like that?” Laurens said, seeing his boyfriend so dolled up. Himself was in shambles of stained baggy pajamas and a holed hoodie.

“Just… Out.” Lafayette didn’t want to start an argument that he was meeting up Hercules for coffee. Or worse, he didn’t want Laurens to join and have him burst in anger when they got talking. No, he wanted a calm discussion, to understand why Hercules broke up and to heal. He won’t hide the fact that he hoped to be able to convince the other man to come back. But it wouldn’t do if Laurens or Alex showed some negative attitude.

“Really, just out?” Laurens wasn’t being aggressive in his questioning. Only confused. Like a puppy not understanding why his master wasn’t bringing him to work. Lafayette softly patted his cheek and gave a kiss on the forehead.

“Yes, I’ll be back in a few hours. I felt the need to look nice to feel nice, you know?”

“Right. Well, have a good time. I’m staying in and feeling blah, so.” The couch had mounds of junk food waiting for Laurens, with cartoons waiting to be binged. Lafayette hesitated to leave seeing his dearest in such a state.

“Where’s Alex?” He asked, hopeful his other boyfriend would be around to keep Laurens company.

Laurens shrugged. “He made a ton of coffee this morning. Said something about going to the office to get a jump on things. I’m guessing he’s going to work himself to exhaustion.”

“Oh.” Lafayette was torn. Should he stay with Laurens and comfort him? Should he find Alex and drag him away from self-destruction? Should he think of his own need to get closure from Hercules? As he furrowed his brow in contemplation, Laurens took his hand giving a butterfly kiss on the knuckles.

“Don’t worry, we’re fine.”

“But,” Lafayette had no arguments.

“Enjoy your day. I’ll see you later, I feel like cooking. And we all know the best way to get Alex to crawl home is through his stomach.”

It was true that Alex never took the time to eat while he works. And when famished, he does run home when you announce a hot plate is waiting for him. He might not stay long after gulping it down, but then again that’s why they kept ropes in the bedroom.

“All right, take care mon amour,” Lafayette said. He left before caved into taking care of Laurens until he smiled.

OoOoOo

Hercules was already in the coffee shop when Lafayette entered. His heart skipped a beat as he took a moment to take in the sight of his missing lover - ex, he had to remind himself. It’s only been a few days, but his heart hadn’t gotten the memo. It was excited and wanted to skip out of the ribcage to hug the other man. Lafayette had to take a deep breath to reign that in.

Luckily, Hercules was in deep concentration over his phone to notice the crisis. It gave the necessary time for Lafayette to calm down. He also took the opportunity to commit to memory Hercules - this could be the last time they ever see each other. The thought caught up in his throat and he swallowed it down, urging himself to believe that no matter what happens they need to stay friends.

When he felt reasonably safe of not breaking down, he sauntered over with a fake bounce in his steps.

“Hercules, mon a-” his usual pet name was ‘mon amour’, but quickly switched to be more platonic, “mon ami.” It hadn’t felt natural, but Hercules didn’t comment other than an awkward smile.

“Laf, hi,” he put away his phone. “You look nice.”

A blush crept on his face, like a schoolgirl in front of her favorite teacher. This was absurd; this was Hercules his… ex. It seemed like the status change in their relationship caused him to regress. Any attention he got made him fumble because it wasn’t like there could be more… Unless the possibility was still there… His heart danced at the prospect, getting his cheeks even redder and his palms sweaty.

“Thanks,” Lafayette stood like an idiot, before removing his grin and sitting down. “And thanks for seeing me…”

“Yeah, hum, sorry about how things went down,” Hercules said. He wasn’t here to beat around the bushes.

“Oh, yeah… That was… Anyway,” Lafayette fumbled. He wished for a cup of coffee to drink to hide his awkwardness.

They kept their silence for a few moments, each shifting and coughing and murmuring worthless words until the barista came over and setting down their regular drinks.

“Are the other two coming?” She asked.

“Ah, no, no, just us, thanks,” Hercules said, paying the tab. “Hum, so how are they?”

“Alex is on a work rampage and Laurens is in sloth-mode.” Hercules nodded in understanding, getting the references.

“And, hum, you?”

“I’m devastated,” Lafayette dropped before he could think of a better way to put it.

“Oh, I -”

“Sorry, I didn’t want it to come out like that -”

“No, it’s fine. Say what you want. That’s why I’m here… To talk about it.”

“Right, okay. Why?”

Hercules took a deep breath. His tongue got tied, his heart pounded, wanting to break through his rib cage like he wanted to break away from this conversation.

“I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to put you on the spot,” Lafayette amended, seeing how uncomfortable it made the other man.

“No, no, it’s okay. I - just. It’s hard. I’ll… I don’t want you to feel like I’m blaming you or the others. But - Let me start from the beginning, alright?”

Lafayette nodded, game Hercules to gather his thoughts.

“So - our relationship kinda started out of nowhere. I mean… Me and you, we were kinda flirting. And, I knew you were sometimes involved with Laurens. And, I think with Alex too,”

Lafayette nodded, to confirm Hercules’ story - he made sure not to speak out loud as to not break off the flow of words his friend was producing.

“And, one day, Alex and Laurens told us they were dating. That was great! We were so happy for them. And you guys kept flirting like before - like them being a couple didn’t matter - well, they joked that you might as well join them into bed. You agreed - you remember how the whole mood shifted? How they thought ‘hey why not?’ It got real uncomfortable real quick. I was about to find some excuse to leave but they extended the invitation to me?”

Lafayette remembered that day. In his memory, it hadn’t been uncomfortable at all. It felt like the natural progression of their relationship.

“You agreed…” Lafayette remarked.

“Hell yeah, I did. Three sexy men, who are all my best friends, asking me to sleep with them. How could I not!” After a beat, he added softly, “and I think that’s I think the root of the problem. See, I joined because I went in thinking it would just be about sex. Or just a one time deal. I got it wrong. It took me a few months to notice it. And when I caught on that it was a relationship, a real one with each, I wanted to make it work.”

Lafayette didn’t understand. He thought Hercules was admitting that he broke up when he realized it wasn’t just about sex. Luckily, the other man continued without added questions.

“See… I understood that I wasn’t only dating you with an open relationship that allowed me to sleep with Alex and Laurens. I got that I was also dating them too. So I tried being a good boyfriend, tried to have intimate moments with each like a real boyfriend would do, but there’s something fundamentally wrong with how I saw things and how they saw it too, and it was getting to me.”

“Hercules, I don’t understand,” Lafayette said.

“I know, I know… Let me give you some examples… See, one day, Laurens had a day off at the same time I did. So, I decided we could watch some movies alone and cuddle up. But, it happened that you came home early and joined us.”

“... Okay…?”

“And, well I guess it’s normal for you to join, but I realized I got jealous because it was meant to be my time with Laurens. It’s not like I didn’t want you there, or that we didn’t have fun, but there was this little… flicker of annoyance… I brushed it off. Then another day, Alex was way over his head at work. I decided to make him a lunch to bring it to him. So we could have a lunch date at least because I hadn’t seen him in a week. Well…”

“We came with you, we made a picnic and forced him to come to the park,” Lafayette concluded the story.

“Yes exactly, do you get my point?”

“No! Of course, we want to be all together.”

“Yeah, as friends that’s fine to hang out. But as a romantic relationship, it’s not possible.”

“It is possible,” Lafayette tried not to get upset. But he failed. He noticed it when Hercules drew back from his outburst.

“For me… I can’t do it,” he said. “I need to be one-on-one with the person I love. I can’t be with more than one. It doesn’t feel right. I keep thinking of the others but at the same time, I don’t want all of us on the same date. I felt a weird mix of jealousy and third wheel whenever you pair off. It was like I was excluded but invited I don’t want to join in because I didn’t want to intrude on intimate time…”

“I, we can work this out,” Lafayette said.

“But how? Ultimately, I came to realize, I’m not polyamorous. I want only one steady partner and I want them to only have me…It's an irreconcilable difference.”

Lafayette was speechless, what could he say? How about you give it a try? He couldn’t; Hercules had been in the relationship with them for months already. Could he ask that Hercules only date him - no he couldn’t. He clearly just stated that he wanted one partner that had no other partner. Even though he loved Hercules, he wasn’t going to break up with his other boyfriends. He loved them equally.

He appreciated that Hercules wasn’t asking him that. If anything, he seemed determined not to suggest that idea.

“Anyway… I know I really failed when it came to the breakup. I - hum, Alex was really insistent on the sex and I didn’t feel comfortable going through the motion when I knew I couldn’t be with any of guys anymore. I didn’t want you to think I was only using you.”

“No, of course, we wouldn’t have thought that,” Lafayette reassured immediately.

Hercules shrugged, “I don’t know man. If I put myself if your place… I might have thought it…”

“Was that why you pulled away from us?”

“Yeah, I was starting to feel so guilty whenever you guys wanted to get intimate…”

“That’s why you never were at the apartment anymore. Or always at your atelier, coming late, sleeping on the couch.” Lafayette was piecing together the hints. He thought that Hercules was tired or stressed because of a large order. He had tried to offer comfort any he could until he felt what was best was to give him a bit of space. Since the breakup, he was blaming himself that maybe he gave too much space which made Hercules drift away. However, he was coming to realize it wasn’t the case at all. If anything, the breakup was inevitable. It lifted a great weight off his shoulders and he exhaled in relief.

“I really wished to have left with more… diplomacy. I had a few scenarios in mind on how I wanted it to go down. But I never knew when to bring it up. When Laurens got disowned - I knew I couldn’t pile up on it. And we all knew how important it was for Alex to pass the bar exam. I couldn’t add my little pity party to his mind. I could wait a little longer.” He sighed. “I waited too long. Do they hate me?”

“I… They’re very mad. You know how hot-headed they can be. And they feed the anger between them. You were always such a calming presence.”

“I know! And I still want to be there for them! I want to be their friend…I ruined it, didn’t I?” Hercules’ voice quivered at the thought. Quickly, Lafayette held his hand, squeezing in comfort.

“Don’t worry. I’ll get them to calm down, explain what you’re going through. I’ll get them to listen to your side of the story. We need to let them cool down.”

Hercules took deep breaths, tears stinging. “Thanks - Look, I need to go, I can’t. It’s too much right now.”

Lafayette nodded. He wanted to break down too, but he’ll be the strong one at the moment. He had support at home whereas Hercules would be welcomed by an empty apartment.

“Right, I understand. Keep in touch, all right? Promise you’ll call me tomorrow?”

“Hum, sure. Or a text?”

“Okay, a text for tomorrow. But promise we’ll see each other, here in at least a week?”

“A week? Yeah, I can do that.”

Hercules’ throat was tight and he left so fast that the baristas gave an inquisitive look. Lafayette gave them a tight smile before going to them from some treats for his other loves.

#Fandom: Hamilton (Miranda)#lafayette #Hercules Mulligan #poly hamilsquad #fanfic #teen #angs #sad #breakup #hercules/lafayette

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