#You can't see the freckles my cousin did

[flipflops-n-bones]

boop :3

Hiii! Me's Aria! Dads Nico, Will find me. Now here :D Come Play?

(a small toddler, around 2-3 years old, with olive skin and dark curls peeks around your cabin door, very proud with herself for explaining all that.)

(Ooc under cut (Aria Info, Me Info, Taglist))

Aria Info - She's between 2-3 years old. - She looks like a Mix of Bianca and Will, long dark curls, freckles, blue eyes. - Nico found her in an alley, about to be attacked by a Gryphon, and brought her back to camp. - She's Persephones Daughter and also the reincarnation of Bianca?? - Everyone talks to her in different languages (Will in spanish, Nico in Italian, Crescent in french) - She bites but mostly Will, and loves flowers and shadows. - the whole camp is kinda taking care of her but Will and Nico plan to adopt her when they become official adults

Me Info bc I never did that on main blog @fukurouonthesea - Hi I'm Noa nice to meet you! - almost 21 officially (i have a silly brain and that makes age complicated sometimes so please no nsfw!) - nonbinary (pronouns they/them, sometimes it/its or nim/nims) - from germany (GMT+1) - disabled, neurodivergent, all around broken body and chaosbrain - aroace and in happy relationship <3 - things I like: rainbows, stars, hugs, hot chocolate, kids movies, fantasy books, stuffies, sims 4, yarn crafts, pen&paper - things I don't like: mean people, inaccessability, spicy stuff, sparkly drinks, pain, ableism, loud noises, cold, other -isms uhm i can't think of any more for now but you're welcome to ask

People Dads know:

Dad Nico - @nico-sees-dead-people needs to rest Dad Will - @dr-flipflops also needs to rest Noa - @from-the-owls-nest friends with Nico, Will and Crescent (my other rp account) Annabeth - @not-annabeth smart girl Percy - @seewead-brian silly boy Grover - @proud-tree-hugger goat boy Bianca - @the-one-who-returned my aunt who died and came back as me (link broken?) Thalia - @thalia-grace1248 was a tree? Kayla - @sun-girl-offical Wills sister, archer girl Crescent - @the-eclipse-is-in-me Nicos sister, shadow girl Quinn - @quinn-is-victory Crescents partner Hazel - @the-gem-girl-from-the-argoii shiny rocks & horsie girl Jason - @demi-gods-blonde-superman flying boy Piper - @theghostsaredancing yum! Frank - @zankfrang23 animal guy Leo n Harley - @mrmcshizzleandh-meister chaos bros Selena - @hexpect-the-worst chaos girl Reyna - @praetorofthebestlegion Rachel - @rackel-mackerel-dare Silena - @silena-beauregard-xxx Connor - @connorstollslays (link broken?) Calypso - @calypsoontheisland Alex - @alexf1erroo Annabeths cousins partner Magnus - @dont-call-me-beantown glows like dad! Alex' bf Cleo - @cleoreadsbooks from Egypt Apollo - @no-longer-lester a god??

(this is try 5, idk if the pings worked, links for all except where I noted should work even if it doesnt show that preview)

[reinedeslys-central]

"I think you should totally get in the back of my truck, actually," Leo says, linking pinkies with Jason. "What's the line? 'I can show you the world'?"

Jason stares down at where their fingers are curled together, peach on olive. He can't stop looking. "You don't have a truck."

Leo groans. "That was one time. I promise this one's legal. See?" He gently untangles their hands and slips behind the blue Chevy, returning with a slip of wrinkled paper that he triumphantly shoves in Jason's face.

LEO, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU BREAK MY CAR WHILE I'M IN IOWA I WILL HAUNT YOU TO THE END OF TIME.

Your loving cousin, Nyssa (P.S. You can take your boy for a ride. I'll allow it. There's blankets in the back (and please help yourself to the glovebox). Don't tell me.)

Jason's eyes travel down the sparkly purple pen, catching on the note at the bottom before flickering back up. There's something that aches in his chest at the words 'your boy'.

He's not sure what expression takes over his face, but Leo, for his part, sees him and immediately ducks his head down so he can read the paper too, frowning. Jason follows his eyes down to the same line as they widen and Leo turns a raging, glorious red before hastily re-crumpling the note and sticking it into one of the many pockets of his cargo pants.

He clears his throat awkwardly while inspecting the dying grass at their feet. It looks like it could be good grass if it ever rains again this month, nice and long and thick.

..Yeah, nevermind.

He takes his glasses off and cleans them in an attempt to - what, exactly? It's not like he's got the object permanence of a toddler. It's not like looking away will stop him from thinking about red-hot blushes and bouncing curls and sharp smiles and -

Leo claps once, calling Jason's attention back up to him and the pretty blush staining his freckled nose. He looks just as awkward, laughing bashfully.

"Well, that's just Nyssa. Uh, she probably wouldn't actually haunt me, she doesn't believe in ghosts - not, I mean, if you do -" his words trip over each other, diverting the original innuendo that was definitely just meant to tease Leo since Jason's never even met her, not to mention he's not his, finally ending with - "but as you can see, it's clearly perfectly legal. So."

Jason raises an eyebrow. "Somehow I doubt that." Leo groans. "Oh, come on, dude, live a little, why dontcha?" He sidles up to him again, draping a warm arm over his shoulders and drawing him over to the car doors. "I know, you know, your dad's in California, your mom's in Paris, and your sister's at a party."

Jason opens his mouth to protest again and -

"- and before you say that you have homework," Leo scoffs, "allow me to remind you that we did our homework together yesterday, and you're already done your math homework for tomorrow, because you're a nerd."

Jason closes his mouth. "It's a school night," he offers weakly.

"Yeah, and every minute you have us waste out here is another minute we're not in the car, ergo another minute we're wasting, on a school night." Leo steps around him and holds his hands out again, eventually latching on to Jason's wrists and tugging him closer so he can peer into his eyes.

Jason may or may not forget how to breathe.

"Are you tired? You don't look tired," Leo frowns. "If you really don't want to go, I won't force you, y'know."

Jason forces his lungs to expand, contract, expand, so he can blurt out, "No, I mean, you got me. I'll go."

Leo grins as bright as the setting sun and twists around, whooping. He not-so-gently pushes Jason towards the car door before jogging over to hop into the driver's seat.

It takes a while, once they're actually on the road and leaving their neighbourhoods behind, that Jason finally goes, "You know, I'm just as concerned with how legal this is as I am with the fact that you still haven't told me where we're going."

Leo glares at him through the mirror. "Hey, if I told you then it wouldn't be a surprise, now would it?"

Jason hates surprises. "For all I know, you just kidnapped me for a surprise road trip to Toronto, and I didn't even pack my toothbrush."

Laughter bubbles out of the boy sitting at the wheel, quickly escalating into a full guffaw. "You're funny," Leo gasps, wiping away tears at a red light. "How did I not notice that you're funny?"

Jason's definitely never been told that he's funny. He might joke, sure, but being 'funny' is reserved for people like Percy, people like Leo or Cecil, who carry humour on them like sugar on a pastry, baked into their laughs and sprinkled over top with how clever they are.

No matter how hard Jason's tried, he's never been very clever.

Leo's still laughing, now more of a soft giggle as he pulls into the left lane to make a turn. He tries not to let it affect him.

"You should joke more often, dude. Bet all the girls would love that."

Jason looks outside at the trees and farms they're passing. Judging by the position of the sun, they're heading pretty much due south. There's nothing down south for them to be doing, though, especially not this late at night.

Skinny dipping, maybe. He wouldn't put it past Leo to suggest something like that and actually go through with it. But dragging him along? They barely know each other. What's a couple months on all the other people he knows?

"You wanna turn the radio on?" Leo says. Jason looks over to see him watching him with an odd smile. "Shotgun's choice, right? Don't worry, I won't judge. Even though I bet you listen to those 24-hour 'nature recordings' for fun and don't know what real music sounds like."

Jason rolls his eyes and plays with the dial until the 106.1 comes on. Leo groans. "Seriously? They keep playing, like, the same six artists over and over. Sure, Top 40's fine, but show a little variety, you know?"

He shrugs. It's like Leo said - he doesn't really know radio stations. His dad - when he deigns to drive the family places - is much more of a silence-of-doom, or failing that, an ominous-car-conversations person. "You put something on, then, if you're so set on it." He replies.

The warm light from the street plays over Leo's knuckles as he switches the wheel to one hand, blindly flailing the other one towards Jason until he hits the box behind the gear shift. "Pick a CD from here, whatever's fine. Eh, maybe not the Chopin or Metallica though. Might shift the vibe a bit too much."

Obligingly, Jason tugs at the black, faux-leather box until it comes open with a muffled thunk. Inside is a stack of CDs, spanning everything from Katy Perry to Vivaldi to Iron Maiden to Monsta X.

"Your cousin's got quite the music taste," he tosses out, rifling through the stack while giving periodic glances out the window to make sure they're not, like, five seconds away from a crash or something.

If there was anything Beryl Grace taught her kids, it was how to be a responsible passenger.

Almost on autopilot, Jason digs the pink-purple Teenage Dream CD out of the pile and then has to hastily shove the polaroids that spill out from underneath it back between the surrounding paper disc-sleeves (Mamma Mia!, he sees, and ..Heng:garæ? Whatever that means). That can't be safe for the discs, especially in a moving card, but then again who is he to judge. He doesn't even own any CDs.

They've fully left the town behind now, sailing down the open road with nothing but trees, farms, and the occasional streetlight in sight. He leans over and pops the disc into the CD drive, wondering again for the hundredth time where Leo's taking him.

Leo rolls to a stop at a four-way and watches him skip over the first two songs. "Whadya choose?"

Jason smiles. "Is now a good time to tell you I was born in Pasadena?"

The open bars of 'California Gurls' start to play, and Leo's warm, penny-brown eyes widen before he laughs, bright and a touch wild, incredulous.

It's weird. It's so weird. Maybe this is what his father meant when he said not to get any weird ideas in his head so close to finally reaching the decade-long goal of an Ivy League school. Maybe this is what his mother meant when she'd chastised him, saying hormonal teenagers got more impulsive with puberty and he should take care to keep listening to his parents, lest he lose everything he's worked so hard for.

If anyone else had tried this, he thinks, he wouldn't have said yes. He would have stayed at home, studied ahead for bond enthalpy and subjunctive Spanish, made tomorrow's lunch and cleaned his room. Adhering to routine. Acting - being normal.

You have to be normal, Jason. That's how they love you.

I will not tolerate an abnormal son.

Oh, Jason, it's like you just don't understand. What will people say? About you? About our family?

Leo isn't normal. Or maybe he is. Normal doesn't exist, when he's with Leo. He likes that about him.

He takes a risk and rolls the window down halfway so he can lean his head out and watch the sky, crisp wind tousling his hair. Leo smirks at him and switches the wheel to his right hand so he can roll his window down to match.

"Ten minutes," he says. "Look alive, buddy."

"There must be something in the water", Katy Perry croons.

also from 'burning like a glowing star', this valgrace fic I'm writing.

more stuff: Writing Directory

[frizzle-mcshizzle]

[crawling towards you, I am translucent pale and my lips are cracked. You feel pity. It’s as though I’ve crawled through the desert just to find you. I reach out]

Dex Dizznee… I need headcanons… [coUGh]… please

this literally the funniest ask ive ever gotten this was amazing to wake up to

you also have amazing timing i have been brain rotting about Stinex (or as im calling it now Copper Mares) for the past two days so hes very much on my mind rn

he's self taught ambidextrous, and intentionally uses it as a pun with his name

he has curly hair and a ton of freckles

while his dad has five older siblings he only has three cousins that are around his age on that side and his family doesn't have a good relationship with his uncle so he doesn't see two of them at all

he has been helping Kesler in Slurps and burps since he was 8, and when he was a baby the first thing that made him laugh was the burping doors

the Dizzee's and Ruewens have weekly movie nights where they will all (including the adults and bodyguards) take turns choosing the movie

he has a collection of human technology that his mom got him that he consistently uses to make better weapons or things that can help around the house

his entire family has panic-switches and he has a master panic switch ring that will let him now whos in trouble where they are located with the projectable screen

he ends up telling Rex he will be talantless after talking to his parents about it, instead of that putting strain on their relationship it made Rex and Dex closer as he did everything he could to make things that would give talentless some kind of ability

he made Livvy a light projection tool so she doesn't have to hold Candles while doing her job

Dex and Stina were friends when they where very little but when the Heks realized that distancing themselves from the Dizznee's would increase their social status they quickly cut them off

when he was growing up he only saw Edaline and Grady during their quarterly exiler refills at slurps and burps, Juline invited them over for dinner more than once but they couldn't handle being around children for that long so they never came.

after he was hit by the melder he couldn't go home for two weeks he was constantly having full body spasms and had constant migraines, the triplets where so worried about him that they took turns visiting and being unnaturally quiet so they could see him

he's terrified of fire but tries not to show it, but when she's around it he can't help but stare at it like it's going to jump out and attack him. hes afraid of Marella after she maifested but doesn't want to be because he know she's wont hurt him. but when he sees her control fire all he can think about is getting burned by brant

when they where kiddnapped he wasn't constantly sedated like Sophie was and remembers much more than she does, he remembers her screams and them forcing sedatives down her throat, he rarely talks about it because no one asks and if he mentions it in front of his parents they get these galzed over looks on their faces and Juline's hands start to ice over, so he stops because hes already put then through enough

he has nightmares that make him wake up screaming, sometimes Lovise will the only one to hear him because he stops before the rest of his family wakes up. she will sit with him and teach him calming techniques that Goblins soliders use, other times his parents would wake up and sit with him for minutes yo hours, sometimes in silence sometimes he would cry, it happens at least once a week, sometimes more.

he has a stuffed griffon Ewlin got him while he was recovering called called feathersworth, he keeps it under his pillow whenever he's sleeping and

sometimes he will stay up into the odd hours of the morning just to avoid going to sleep because he doesn't want to have nightmares, Lovise will have to physically pull him to his bedroom because hes been awake for more than 24 hours and is still fighting sleep

he missed his mom and dad more than anything while he was with the black swan desperately wanting to talk to them. when he found out that Juline was squall it took him forever to forgive her, it put a lot of strain on their relationship and while Juline did her best to make it up to him it, it was just something he had to forgive her for because nothing can make up for that.

he is one of the only people that Tinker will have actual conversations with, and he knows almost as much about her as wraith does, he likes working with her more than lady Iskra because she actually lets him use his unorthodox methods of making things instead of forcing him to make things the traditional way

his extended family has get togethers once a year, not all of Kesler's siblings attend every year but he knows his grandparents very well and spends a lot of time with them

less a headcannon but i think he should lose his arm, his names means righthanded and i think it would be funny if he just didn't have a right hand anymore also because angst

is that enough headcannons, are you alive now, this made me want to write dex's pov when he was kidnapped so...

[bleeding-hart]

visuals for the marauders

putting this here so I have a reference later when I'm actually writing and posting the fanfic (rn I just have a good chunk plotted out and some scenes in my brain). Also including their pronouns so it makes a little more sense. For their clothing, it's just their choices when they don't have to wear the school uniform (I hate the uniform deeply imo no one looks as hot in robes). I am taking artistic license with their designs bc I can make them look better than their canon designs do easily. If I said something contradicting these earlier, ignore it, I've got shit memory and adhd.

Sirius (he/they/she): long hair, one of those really queer nonbinary bun type things? She wears half goth half casual punk clothing stuff (like fishnet shirts under sleeveless black hoodies/ corsets with leather band jackets, etc. Definitely a spikey black boots/spiked collar type person). Decently pale skin and really dark blueish eyes, like the night sky right before it fades to black or the sea during a thunderstorm. They do their own piercings which has given them more than one infection, but he does have some successful ones (nose bridge, eyebrow, lots of ear stuff, and snakebites). Remus will insist to do it for them if he knows that she has a new idea, and he's significantly safer about them.

Remus (he/they? He/him? Somewhat cis but has a complicated relationship with gender): short golden brown hair that's in a barely noticeably mullet style. Nostril piercing (Sirius said it would look good on him so he did it). Warm-toned light brown skin with a lot of freckles that you generally can't see, dark amber eyes. Dresses for comfort over style, which usually means t-shirts, sweatpants and beat up old sneakers. Their only very noticeable scar on their face is one over their lips and chin. They have more, but the others are more skin toned.

Peter (he/they, sometimes it): generally very cute, light skin with some freckles and messy wavy blonde hair, pale sky blue eyes. Sirius is trying to convince him to let them give him snakebites but he's very on the fence about it (he barely even wears makeup so he isn't the most adventurous about that stuff). Thick/long lashes. Tends to wear muted neutral colors. The only jewelery that he's consistent about is a leather bracelet he always has on his left wrist. Tries to not be visually noticeable, tends to hang around the back of the friend group and let the others get all the attention.

James (he/him probably): longer curly/wavy dark brown queer mullet (tboy energy) and warm brown skin. Dark golden toned brown eyes. People tend to think he and Remus are cousins or something which he thinks is really funny (he's definitely turned around and started making out with him for as a bit when someone asks them if they're related). Usually wears brown dyed or bleached jeans and reddish-brown/brown/green-brown/yellow t shirts and tops for the cohesive and effortless energy. Paints his nails bright colors whenever he can as a contrast to Sirius's chronically flaking black nail polish. Has his lobes pierced but usually just wears gold studs. Wears gold bands around his biceps so he can flex when he wins a quiddich (<- I did not check how to spell that, you know what I mean) match

Regulus (he/him): he prefers to wear more formal clothing because that's what he was raised doing and the layers help him cover up any raised areas on his binder, but when that isn't an option/he's too depressed to do anything fancy, he wears black hoodies that are significantly too large for him (barty or evan's usually). Makeup tends to give hm dysphoria, but he always fills in his eyebrows and he'll put eyeliner on his waterline when he's going to an actual event. He pierced his tongue as an act of rebellion when he was younger and now he just fidgets with it a lot, other than that he just has his lobes done (he got them as a newborn) and he always leaves them empty in hopes that they'll seal up.

I know what the others look like but this is long enough as is haha

[munacy]

Child

@wolfstarmicrofic

word count: 404

-Moony! Taking over 24 hours to write me back?? Do you know what you're doing to me?

-Making you quiver with anticipation, with any luck.

Sirius thought things were going perfectly: the ostentatious flirting, the vigorous exchange of letters, the thinly-veiled longing. He thought, any moment now, he and Remus were bound to finally admit their feelings for one another.

That is, of course, until he spots Remus in Diagon Alley. With a girl. A very pretty girl.

Sirius doesn't write Remus for two weeks.

***

"Oh, thank Merlin," James' moan carries upstairs from the Potter's front door. "Are you here to stop the moping? Because the moping has been relentless."

Sirius' heart stills when he hears Remus' breathless voice answer: "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, but I am here to see Padfoot."

"By all means. Why are you sweaty? Oh--never mind."

Sirius hears Remus's giant feet crash up the stairs, and suddenly he's at Sirius' door, brown hair curling and freckles glistening with summer heat, chest heaving.

"Why haven't you answered my letters," he gasps.

"I can't believe you're here...Did you sprint the whole way?"

"I basically did; now, tell me why before all my hair greys from the stress," he snaps.

Sirius finds that he can't look Remus in the eyes, so he turns his face toward the open window.

"I saw you with your new girlfriend in Diagon Alley. Figured you'd be too busy to write," he scowls.

There is a pause during which a valiant breeze tries and fails to enter the room.

"You giant wanker."

Sirius whips his head around in disbelief.

"You're such a child." The words are cutting, but Moony's voice sounds impossibly fond and he's smiling down at Sirius as if holding back a laugh.

"You what, now!?"

"If that's what you thought, why didn't you just ask?" Remus snorts. "She's not my girlfriend. She's my cousin, on my dad's side. She's from Wales and she's never been to Diagon Alley."

"Oh." Sirius feels very dumb, and very, very relieved.

When Remus finally gets himself under control, he gives Sirius a shy, nervous smile. "Padfoot, do you want to go out with me sometime?"

"That depends," replies Sirius primly, trying to preserve a modicum of dignity, "Where would we go?"

"I was thinking Diagon Alley," Remus deadpans.

Sirius smacks him in the gut and they dissolve into heat-delirious giggles.

"Oh, you're a child, Moony!"

[thewatercolours]

King's Quest Fic: "The Fairy" (Goblin Graham, #12)

"Gwendolyn. What are you still doing in here? Didn't you hear the guards order everyone out? Can't you hear everything creaking?"

"Um - what? Sorry?"

"Something's wrong, cousin. The castle's shaking on its foundations. Has been since early morning. Something strange here, making it go unstable all of a sudden. You didn't notice? There's... Oh my stars. Gwendolyn! Did those bricks fall while you were in here?"

"Maybe? I didn't really notice. The mirror -"

"I know, I know, you were too busy watching the mirror. I mean, look! It's taken out a quarter of the ceiling? What would you have done if it had collapsed on your head? Look, we'll take the mirror with us, but we've got to get out! Did you even hear me?"

---

Perhaps it was the rich overground air, or the long hours spent escaping, or maybe the cold was more comfortable these days. Graham drifted off as easily as any sleeper could wish. As he blinked away his last moments of consciousness, he felt vaguely that he ought to toss and turn now that he’d been told of Manny and the goblins’ siege of the castle. Insomnia felt more responsible. But exhaustion smoothed his fears away before he could wake himself to make a plan. Three quarters asleep, he snuggled deep into his cloak between the roots of a burly yew. 

Mid-dream, something roused him. He rolled onto his right side, meaning to squint at the bedside clock in the castle’s royal chamber. Instead, he found himself eye to eye with a face, glowing blue as midwinter stars. The face giggled.

Untangling himself from the cloak, Graham yelped and scrambled to sit up, back against the tree.

The person before him was close to his own goblin size, and knelt to one side of him with a starry-eyed smile. Unnaturally lithe and dainty-featured she looked, just as he had always heard wood sprites described. He could not see much of her wings, but they appeared to be coolly golden and folded neatly behind her shoulders. Tittering musically, the fairy tapped the end of his nose with one shining finger, sending specks of light he could only just make out skittering over his skin. “Well, aren’t you the wee little goblin man! How precious!”  

Half awake and wholly thunderstruck, Graham could not choke a single word from his throat.

She took hold of his long ears. They twitched away reflexively, despite her gentleness. She laughed in gleeful surprise. “Awww! Did I make you flinch? I’ll be careful. You’ve got such big, swoopy, droopy ears, haven’t you? Yes you have, yes you have,” she crooned, reaching again to stroke them.

“Who are you?” whispered Graham, but his voice was even hoarser with sleep, almost nothing like speech. She did not seem to notice.

“A sleeeepy goblin, a tuckered out little goblin,” she went on, fondly rumpling his hair. Her hands were kind, but cool to the touch, even to his strange skin. And though it was hard to tell what she was doing, it appeared that every time she made contact, her hands glowed the brighter, just for a moment. “Oh, your pupils are so big right now! Great big eyes to see in the dark. What are you doing up here in the forest? A bit lost? Or were you just too dozy to crawl downstairs to your home? Are you a tiny bit scared?” she asked as Graham made another attempt to speak up. “Don’t be frightened, little friend. I know something that might make you happy.” She spread her luminous golden wings wide, and flapped them so that gleaming dust dropped in their wake. Her grin grew broader. “See that? I’m a fairy! Yes, you know all about us, don’t you? From your games?”

Graham straightened up where he sat, and cleared his throat pointedly. “For your information -”

Enraptured, she paid no heed. “Just look at you, though.Your little tummy, and your nubby little fangs, and those little pink… freckles…” A suspicious look flashed across her face. She poked an interrogative finger at his chin and cheekbones, considerably less gently. “Not freckles,” she muttered, narrowing her eyes. “You, good sir, have holes in your skin. Or growths, maybe. That’s human flesh, that is.” She sounded positively disgusted. “Or possibly mould. Comes to much the same thing.”

He had never demanded this of anyone, but enough was enough. “You,” said Graham firmly, “will call me ‘Your Majesty.’”

The fairy leaned back, looking him over from tuft to toe. She still smiled, but her merriment had changed to mockery. “‘Your majesty,’ eh?” she drawled. “A little king, eh? Look here. I happen to know the goblin king, and you ain’t him, sugarplum.”

“I’ve met him too,” said Graham with dignity, squaring his narrow shoulders. “I am the King of Daventry.”

A flicker of doubt passed over her, but she regained herself a moment later. “I don’t keep up much with politics, but even I know the king of Daventry is your standard, garden-variety human. Now, you,” she leaned in again and began connecting the dots on his face with her finger, “are just a goblin with human pimples. Ugh! They’re warm!”

He brushed her arm aside, frowning. “Look, I don’t particularly care if you believe me,” he said, mind whirring, “but if you don’t quit touching my face…” What could he say? “… you’re gonna be going home with spots yourself.”

The fairy recoiled, and turned from blue to something slightly closer to violet. “It’s catching?” she shrieked.

“Like a fishing line,” said Graham brightly. “Take the warning where I didn’t.”

The fairy backed off further and rubbed her hands off her sides, but there still seemed something unconvinced in her. “You’re very well-spoken for a goblin,” she said slowly. “Why did you say you’re the King of Daventry?”

“Because I am. I’m under a spell of sorts.”

“A spell. Oho.” She stroked her chin. “Well, that’s easier to check up on, isn’t it? All right, cupcake, on your feet.”  

“Oh, but my -”

Graham’s body parted ways with the forest floor. He rose three feet into the air, and tilted into a standing position despite himself. His dark hair billowed out as though he were underwater. Even his clothing did not drape in the ordinary way. His green wrists stuck out of his sleeve cuffs without the fabric touching them. His satin-trimmed cloak followed his trajectory up into the air, and then wandered gently and randomly like cream on a hot drink. “Hey!” he cried, throwing himself forward, hoping he could dive back to the ground. But he only found himself turning the slowest of slow-motion somersaults in the air. Head over heels he spun, groping for anything solid, but the fairy had lifted him into the middle of the clearing. Nothing met his grasp.

As he turned right way up, he came face to face with the fairy. She tapped his nose again, with just enough force that he lost momentum and didn’t fall into another somersault. “You know you go cross-eyed when I boop your nose?” She crossed her own eyes exaggeratedly. “Adorbs.”

He had no intention of using his claws on her, but this couldn’t go on. He glared and held up a warning finger. “I’m gonna have to ask you to put me down right this second, or this is going to be a diplomatic incident under Daventry Decree 90983.”  

“Yes, yes, that sounds fun. But now, let’s have a better look at you.” She twirled her finger playfully.

A mellow warmth kindled in Graham’s core, kind as hot soup and a blanket when you’ve just come in from the cold. It fanned out through him to the tips of his overlong toes and gnarled, spindly fingers. His eyes widened in shock, and he gasped. Gentle as fog melting off a window, his claws flattened and pulled back into themselves, and his fingertips softened into tender pink skin. 

The forest quieted. His vision dimmed, and the luminescent greens and purples of the night faded into a largely detail-less darkness.

Then he found himself laughing giddily as he changed and changed. He could hardly see a thing, but oh stars, could he feel it! He threw out his arms above his head as though he had just woken up, and stretched. Never had it felt so rewarding, for his arms actually stretched along with him. He could feel his spine and legs doing the same as that warmth spread through every inch of him. Meanwhile, his hands and bare feet shrank, growing less supple but so wonderfully familiar. And yet, remarkable in their unfamiliarity too. He flexed his goblin hand, and then his human hand, which hadn’t deserved that name in so long, marvelling at how new the sensation of closing his own fingers felt after only a few weeks. It all seemed so much more real than anything had since his transformation began. There was a clarity and quickness in his head that made him wonder how much his mind had been damped till now.

And his face, his face which he hardly ever dared touch, thawed into its true self. He ran his fine fingers over his great big nose, his cheeks, his eyelashes.  He knew every line. His fingers came away from his eyes wet with tears. He couldn’t help but smile through them, a smile full of the greatest gratitude he had known in his life. “Thank you,” he murmured, turning to the fairy, hardly able to see her through the mist in his eyes. “Thank you!”

His real voice.

She nodded, smiling wryly. “Well, I guess you are human.” Casually, she snapped her fingers.

Almost instantly, Graham’s whole body reverted. His arms and legs snapped back like stretchy putty released, and he lost half his height. His skin shuddered, rippling and goosebumping. The sensation was something like plunging into a freezing pool through a layer of algae. The warmth inside him extinguished. Then green, and claws, and long, floppy ears flattening against his neck. He plopped to the ground, landing gracelessly on his bottom. 

He hardly processed the jolt his ankle took when he made impact, or the forest’s restored brightness. She had turned him back. Back into a goblin. “What?” he growled, rounding on her and shaking with sudden fury. “Didn’t you see? Couldn’t you tell? I wanted to be myself again! I thought you were helping me!”

“Aww,” the fairy jeered, crouching down to the ground with him and tilting her head to one side. “Are we having a tantrum? Is that the king or the goblin side coming out, I wonder?”

“Turn me back,” he said sternly, stumbling to his feet. “I need to be human. My kingdom’s under attack as we speak. They need me.”

She rose and patted his cheek. Her touch only made him aware that his skin had curdled again. “Take it from me,” she said. “As a human, you’re not much to write home about. Better stick with the twitchy ears, little guy. You’re cute as a button.”

With a surge of ferocity, Graham snarled and shoved her backward. She squeaked and tripped over her own feet into a tall patch of bracken. He started forward angrily, unsure of anything but that he would make her understand the gravity of his situation. But with its customary unfortunate timing, his ankle buckled, and he sank to one knee, wincing and sucking his teeth to keep from snarling further. The voice of reason surfaced. Keep your head. Don’t give in to that side. Anything but that.

The fairy sat up and stared, her jaw hanging open. “Oh. Oh. Did I do that?” There was a long pause as they pulled themselves together. Then the first note of sympathy since her realization that he was human entered her voice. “I see you have a bad foot. Do you… do you want me to put you back up in the air a while longer?” “I’m fine. I’ll just sit down,” said Graham, leveling his voice and grabbing at a branch to support himself. He nearly pitched over. It was a flimsy evergreen, and it wobbled in his hand.

The fairy chewed her lip uncomfortably, and her hands glowed again, though he hadn’t seen her touch anything. “Okay.” 

In a moment, he was steady again. The same unseen power carried his legs out from under him. “None of that now!” he shouted, but he need not have worried. The magic set him down carefully in a seated position, propped up against a generous oak, and his foot elevated on a mossy stone.  

She settled herself on the farthest side of the clearing from him, folding her hands in her lap. “I don’t like seeing a little goblin hurting,” she mumbled, hanging her head and sounding a bit ashamed. “Even if they’re actually a human king.” She spoke more slowly. “I won’t touch your foot if you don’t want me to, but I’d like to make this better, if you’ll let me. I mean, not magically. But I could find food, or a change of bandages, or something.”

Graham took a deep breath, and pushed away the sneering, angry remarks he could have made. “I… am grateful you want to help me,” he said carefully. “But you would help me and my people a lot more if you worried less about my foot and more about the spell I’m under. You’ve already shown me it’s easy for you to break it. So…”

Yet again, she interrupted him, twiddling her thumbs and shaking her head with a doleful smile. “I think you’ve jumped to conclusions here, um… What’s your name?”

“Graham.”

“Graham. Mine’s Orri. Yeah. So, I didn’t break any spell just now. I just took a quick peek at your real form. It’s a pretty basic magical maneuver, and it doesn’t actually change anything.”

“Well, it certainly felt real,” Graham said, rubbing his ears.

“I guess it would. But it would have undone itself in a few seconds anyway. It’s just a peeling back of the magic for a moment to get a glimpse. It’s not a transformation.” Orri looked up and met his gaze with a disheartened shrug. “I couldn’t turn you into a human if I wanted to - not without a wish, and those are, um, pretty serious.”

“A wish?” Graham stiffened, and he stared at her fixedly. “You mean you could grant a wish?”

Orri heaved a sigh that was more sincere than anything she had said thus far. “Full truth here for a second? I’ve never done wishes before, exactly. Humans aren’t really my thing, if you couldn’t guess. I mean, technically I could probably do it. But it’s messy. Messy for you, messy for me. And give me another ten minutes and I won’t feel so bad about hurting your foot, and I’ll just be mad at you again for not being a real goblin.” 

Something crinkled in the corner of her eye. A new light came over her features, literally, and traveled all the way to the ends of her hair. “I mean, I suppose I could make you into a real goblin. That’s loads easier than going the other way ‘round, and it wouldn’t take a wish!” Orri's enthusiasm grew with every word. She practically bounced up and down where she sat.“Oh man. Oh man, I could totally handle that! We’ll just sand down your mind a bit, make a few simplifications …”

“Oh, no, no! That won’t be necessary,” stammered Graham. He forced himself to stay calm, trying to pull her back to her more collected state. “Er, ouch, my foot, my poor foot!”

But Orri  was back in full swing, already leaping into his personal space again. “Oh Graham, that would solve everything! Just a few tweaks in that little head of yours, and no more sad king. Your mother taught you all your nursery rhymes and fairy tales when you were a boy, I hope?”

“M-my sister, actually,  but that’s -”

“Then you’re ready! You’d be so happy. I mean, you could still be a little grumpypants if you wanted to. It’s not like they don’t get mad sometimes. But most of the time, they just act out stories, and make costumes and stuff. Not a care in the world.” Her fingers began to glow an intense white, and she wiggled them playfully in his direction. “Why don’t you just give me your hands, and I can - ”

In spite of his resolve to stay even-keeled, Graham started crawling backwards, crab style, trying to put the oak between himself and Orri. “Oh, I’m sure being a goblin is a real barrel of laughs, but um, I can probably help my kingdom better with my mind intact. So let’s just reroute and-” 

He cried out as she leapt, making a deft grab for his hand. Even before they made contact he could feel power surging from her fingertips like static, connecting with his.  Something vital in him wanted to grab hold of her hand and draw that energy in. But he wrenched himself away in a side roll, panting nervously as he came to a halt lying on his front. He tucked his hands under his stomach as she fluttered down beside him, the blue-white of her skin more intense than the fullest moon. Again, the instinct to use his claws came, but not only would that set him further down the goblinification track, probably, it would only give her access to his hands.

She clicked her tongue consolingly. “You know, little friend, your mind’s already changing to match your body. I took a peek at what you really are, remember?  You don’t have a duty anymore. That’s for humans. You couldn’t help your kingdom for much longer, anyway. Just give me your hands now. It’s just the human side of you being stubborn.” She prodded his side with her foot.

Graham swallowed and dug his fingertips into the patch of soft earth beneath him. “But if I can help them even for a bit, I’ve got to go for it. You said you technically could grant wishes. Can’t we try that first? Nothing to lose, right?” This felt utterly ridiculous, to fight a fairy by lying flat on the ground. But what choice did he have? To this overenthusiastic sprite, he was more or less just a cuddly puppy who was going to the vet’s, whatever he might think about the matter. What would he do if she flew him up in the air again, and he couldn’t hide his hands anymore? Play the world’s highest stakes game of ninja slap until she caught him?

Orri hunched over, and whispered in his enormous ear. “Graham, I don’t have ideas I can be proud of very often,” she said, almost confidingly.  “Just let me have this.” Then she seized his ear, and twisted it where it attached to his head.

“Augh!” It was more than he could stand. He didn’t have much understanding of goblin biology, but he did know that twist was about ten times more painful than he would have expected. Before he could think, he pawed wildly to yank his ear out of her reach, to pry her fingers free.

Her hand clasped his. She didn’t seem to care about the claws. She just held on tight, and twined her fingers through his. He felt the magic lock on to him.

Graham’s thoughts windchimed off each other, too fleeting to follow. His head grew light. She pulled him to his feet. The ground seemed to shake underfoot, but all that felt faraway. Everything outside himself was irrelevant, because it felt like his mind was turning inside out. Something surfaced in his head. Something dauntingly clever and complicated and warm and royal red, and everything in him knew it didn’t belong here in his head. He had to get rid of it now before it could struggle. But it hung on awfully hard as he tried to reject it. But here was something else, edging it out, filling his mind. Yes. Something. Pushing it out for him. Something… good. Something yes. Yes, yes. Something something something rum-tee-tum-tee-tum, yes yes yes. Oho, filling up the corners. Hehehehehehehehe! Yes yes yes!

And then ow! Ow! Hand gone. No more hand! No more yes! Rage! Not fair! Ow! Whack you! Whack you! Someone grabbing. Someone pulling him away. No more magic. Turning it all outside in again. Everything spilling over again. Maybe a touch of nausea - in his mind? If that made sense? Nothing made sense, but it was coming back. His feet weren’t touching the ground, but neither was he floating this time. There were huge, pudgy arms lifting him up. No, not arms. Gigantic fingers. 

Clarity shot through him. Olfie had him in his careful grasp, and the forest clearing below was a good twenty feet beneath him. Even with dark vision, Graham couldn’t see Orri anywhere. He craned his head back to look up at the bridge troll’s honest, hideous face. “Olfie!” he cried, overwhelmed with relief. “Oh, Olfie!” Olfie smiled, not without concern, lifting him up to look at him straight on. “You okay, King Goosie? Saw you were havin’ some fairy trouble down there. Did she try something?”

“No, I’m good.” Graham said, his chest still tense with stress but trying to let it go. His head bobbled on his neck and the world swam a bit, but fixing his eyes on Olfie’s face gave him a point of reference to stabilize from. “I think you didn’t arrive a moment too soon, though! Is she - did you see where she went?”

“Disappeared as soon as I got a hold on you.”

“Praise the consultations.” Graham muttered as Olfie propped him up in his palm. “I mean the consolati- no, the constellations. Sorry. She tried to mess with my head, and I might still be coming back from it.”

Olfie nodded, about as sagely as a troll could. “Gotta watch out for them. Always pulling tricks. One time they got Pillare thinking she was croissant, and you don’t want to hear how that went down at the meeting. Glad it’s all okay for you. So, I went and got them like you said. You ready for this?”

Graham tried to collect his disoriented thoughts. “You went and got who, now?”

“You told me to get them,” said Olfie. And before Graham could ask any further questions, the troll brought his two hands together - the palm where Graham leaned against his fingers, and the other - where to Graham’s astonishment, sat two of his royal guards, cross-legged in full uniform. Numbers One and Two. 

Number One gasped.

[protect-daniel-james]

ask game! 1, 7, 8!

1. What part of the writing process is the most enjoyable?

Omg the research! + the moment when it starts making sense, you know? when you think of a story that would explore certain things and then you start thinking of specific scenes that could convey and portray what you want them to.

So, I'll take the example of Just a Step from Heaven, I knew I wanted to write about Franko's longing for cousin Jamie in an even more...concrete/sexual way than it was in Behind Blue Eyes (can you believe there was a guy called Alan in Behind Blue Eyes? where did he disappear in the verse lol... It wasn't him at all. It was cousin Jamie all along....). And then, I start thinking of the "scenery", the moments when it could become obvious, the setup... And as I do my research, I find out that Jamie & Louise & Frank & Christine actually went for a holiday together after the World Cup in 2010 - so that gives me a time frame, and I can work with that - Louise is probably bored in the marriage, Christine just recently became "public" with Franko, Jamie is now a pundit after his career was cut short with injuries, and Franko has just had a bad World Cup... plus there's the rivalry with Stevie G, Terry's scandal, Franko's ghost goal, Franko's previous relationship with Elen and cheating... And immediately, the characters have like...motivations, moods, emotions ready to be explored. And that's is like the A-ha! moment that I like - when I feel like I found the perfect setup like this, where I can write a few scenes and flashbacks that will give a broader image of the past, and the possible future - what Franko has been through, what he hopes for, what he remembers and doesn't remember... This is I think why I also like to "jump directly" into the story, in the middle of a scene, a convo, a situation. So this story starts with "Christine did even better than he'd expected..." so we immediately get the idea that he has expectations, and Christine is passing with flying colors, and the holidays are just a big test for her if she can be "part of the family"...

I think I do this a lot? It's probably taken from some writing manual I read years ago haha, where it said to throw the reader directly into the scene without explaining much - do not introduce characters in the way of "Frank entered the room. He was the son of Lampard Sr., a former West Ham player. He was quite short, had blue eyes and long lashes, and some freckles on his face" etc., like, make sure all these informations are conveyed, but gradually, don't just describe them immediately. Same with Txoria txori, I think there part of the beauty is that at the beginning you're not really sure what Mikel and Xabi are waiting for, where did they come from, what are they doing...

So yeah, I enjoy when the story suddenly comes together (sometimes it takes longer lol). And the research for the info, because every little bit of info can be turned into a huge headcanon.... Lampardverse style.

7. What do you love most about being a fic writer for your fandom?

I think now I have like a small circle of active people that we all kinda...vibe with? And it's awesome. I'm in a football fandom but in a sort of niche corner, where I tend to "know my readers" (yeah, the occassional Gavi/Pedri fics might get more kudos and comments, but idk, I just want to write whatever I feel like writing and not base my happiness on the number of kudos and comments - it just makes me happy that there are people in this fandom who appreciate stuff like Kvara/Victor, Lampardverse, Unai/anything, vampire!Unai, Mikel/Unai, Eddie & JT,... Niche things I guess. But the happier I am then when someone reads and appreciates it.

And of course as I said, I write self-indulgent fics. If I could draw, I would draw it - but I can't. So I have to write and hope it paints the picture as I see it

8. Talk about any friends/connections you've made as a fic writer.

Omg yess! So many amazing people with great ideas, fics and art of their own... Back in 2018 I was in the Croatia NT fandom, but it fizzed out pretty quickly after the World Cup, and I was kinda pissed off because I lost contact with almost everyone from the old fandom (and deleted everything from my old tumblr haha. but I'm glad I did that, it was the right decision for me in that time because I grew unhealthily obsessed with tumblr and the...validation from there?) Since then, I wasn't really one for building any "network" or community or whatever, I just wanted to write my fics in peace... But the community kind of sucked me back in/grew ? and this time it's not one specific NT or anything - and maybe that's the beauty and strenght? And these days I don't really feel like I belong into any specific football community, I'm just here to shitpost and thirst and spout out thoughts about stadium fucking and vampires and breeding and sad round faces... And if anyone wants to listen to it and read it, I'm more than happy to discuss anything! I suppose you as my Lampardverse co-creator know nothing is off limits :3 So yeah, this is a huge thank you to those that keep engaging and commenting and sharing their ideas and discussing the story ideas/characteristics with me on here, discord, and in DMs... obviously you (every morning, I check my discord to see whether a new idea has been dropped for the verse), @milfcaptainpike for the Graham&Thomas and Unai&Klopp love and more, @new-berry for all the fics and thoughts and posts and weirdness (in a good way), @antigonyyy for all the Grizione headcanons, @arthurhurtland for the Unai love and all the beautiful art, @skyenthusiast I miss you and the Magaluf shipping but maybe that ship has sailed, @blaugrana-blues for the Shevaverse, [redacted], and discord... And I could go on. Every single person that has ever commented/asked/DMed has one way or another affected what/how/how often etc. I write. Trust me, every time I see a notification on discord or here from one of you guys, I'm just incredibly happy, even if we don't really know each other that well.

[hannahlikeso741]

Sins of Our Parents (1/?)

Summary:

The year is 1920 where rules are starting to change and a new generation of students have taken over Hogwarts from their parents that came before.

Meet Arielle Sallow, the youngest daughter of Sebastian Sallow and Aurelia Gray (F!MC) and Henry Weasley, the youngest son of Garreth Weasley who is now the Potions Professor at Hogwarts. Forming an unlikely friendship, their world turned upside down when Arielle's parents come on board to teach at Hogwarts on their 6th year. An uneasy tension follows that prompts Arielle and Henry to find out what happened during their parent's time at Hogwarts.

Will the truth be darker than expected? If so, will their friendship survive?

(Sequel to Drag me to Despair, read here)

Warnings: None for now, but may change.

Pairings: Sebastian x Aurelia (F!MC) with past Aurelia X Garreth Weasley, with OC X OC as the story progesses.

1st September 1915

“Don’t trust the Sallows, Henry… Bunch of no good Slytherins…” 

Garreth Weasley muttered that statement angrily as held his son Henry's hand tight as he escorted him away from the Sallow family, going off to find his wife and other kids. Henry was confused at his father’s statement, for the Sallows seemed like pleasant people. Especially their little girl that he accidentally bumped into, who had that wavy, dark brown hair neatly tucked to a braid and hazel eyes. She’s… pretty. 

He didn’t get a name, blast. 

Henry from then on behaved well as earlier, he merely wanted to see the front of Hogwarts Express and from there he bumped into the Sallow family. Trying not to get on his father’s bad side as he grabbed his luggage, Henry boards the Hogwarts express with his elder siblings as he waved goodbye to his parents and his younger sisters, his older siblings on board the train to find their own friends.

 His first year… off to a shaky start. No matter, he went off to find his friend in the same year, Leo Prewett. Leo and him were almost like brothers, from their ginger red hair and freckles, except Henry had his father's green eyes and his hair was lighter and Leo's were brown with darker red hair. Both of them were close since they were babies, due to Leo's father, Leander Prewett being close to Henry's father and often spent time together. Henry and Leo finally met on board the train, but Leo went off to find his lost luggage while Henry searched for a space for the two of them on the long train ride.

Finally finding an empty carriage to place his luggage and to get comfortable in, he didn’t expect the same girl he bumped into earlier sliding his carriage door open. 

“Oh… sorry. I was looking for my brother and cousins.” 

Henry froze at her voice, but tried to compose himself. 

“N-not at all…”

“You were the boy earlier right? Henry Weasley?” 

“Y-Yes…sorry didn’t get your name earlier.”

“Arielle… Arielle Sallow.”

Henry admitted to himself that Arielle is a name that suited her. She seemed nice. Hopefully they will be friends. Arielle blinked for a bit at the red headed boy before her, seeing he had his school tie loose. 

"Your tie is loose."

"Oh…"

"Here."

Without any sort of warning, Arielle went closer to Henry, adjusting the sloppy knot and making sure it was neat. Henry's eyes widened, taken aback at her sudden movements as she approached him. She's bold.

"There. Now you look neat. Best be off, can't keep my family waiting. See you later, Henry."

She left as soon as she came, leaving Henry baffled as he sat down. Arielle certainly made an impression on him as what she just did to his tie left replaying on his mind. He didn't even notice Leo coming in.

"Henry! Been looking all over for you mate… Why do you look like you just had a fright?"

Henry exhaled rather loudly as he looked at Leo, unable to compose the words over his recent encounter. 

...

2nd September 1915

He had some time to breathe before Transfigurations, something Henry was grateful for. Everything seemed too much for him on his first day of classes and he wanted to be alone. It felt overwhelming and exhausting, making Henry wonder if he would be able to catch up. There was a lot on his mind. 

It was no surprise Henry followed in his father’s Hogwarts house, the sorting hat knew he should go to Gryffindor the moment it was mentioned he is a Weasley. His friend Leo Prewett got sorted into the same house and became roommates. It eased the nerves in him, at least they would go through Hogwarts together. But at the moment, Leo wanted to go back to their dorm and get something before dinner, leaving Henry to his own. 

Everywhere just seemed too crowded, as Henry sighed, leaning against a wall. Unknowingly, the wall shifted, causing Henry to lose his balance. He looked back in shock to reveal a hidden chamber. Quickly looking around to ensure no one was looking, Henry's curiosity got the better of him as he stepped inside, closing the wall behind him. 

He found himself in a cozy, quiet room with some minimal furniture  and a small window facing the Transfiguration courtyard, with a small fireplace. Perfect, it was what Henry needed. He approached one of the chairs but paused at what he saw opposite him. 

Someone else had discovered this room, a figure Henry knew so well sleeping in one of the chairs, only this time, her school robes carried the Slytherin green badge. Arielle Sallow herself, sleeping on a chair with a book in front of her. 

Henry gulped, knowing it was rude of him to wake her up and caught her off guard, but he didn't know if he should leave and find another place for him to relax. Unknowingly, Arielle stirred from her sleep, her eyes widened when she saw who was opposite her, startled as the book on her lap dropped to the floor. Henry made the move to pick it up, handing it back to the stunned girl.

"I'm so sorry… the wall just shifted and I got curious…"

Arielle's stance relaxed slightly, giving Henry an assured smile as she tried to compose herself.

"It's all right… you can visit whenever you want, Henry. Provided if you do not mind being with me from time to time."

Of course he didn't mind, sitting down on the chair opposite her as the two relaxed and studied together. It was the beginning of their friendship in that small and quiet room.

...

18 December 1916

"I'm going to miss you."

Arielle said as she hugged Henry. It was a cold, snowy day on the Hogsmeade station, and the students were departing for the Christmas holidays. Henry was still not used to her boldness even after being friends with her for over a year. He reluctantly hugged her back, though secretly, he admits he liked that fact she was so bold.

"Arielle! The train is not going to wait for you!"

"Coming Sullivan! Jeez…"

Arielle gave Henry a smile before parting their hug, grabbing her luggage as she went off to meet with her twin brother, alongside with her siblings and cousins. Henry could only wave at her as the train began to depart, leaving him to celebrate Christmas at Hogwarts with his siblings. His father said something about needing a holiday for Christmas alone but Henry knew better, there wasn’t any money for a celebration. He went back to Hogwarts, secretly waiting for Arielle to write back to him. 

16 July 1917 

“Dear… No you can’t say dear, she will think I’m too soft…” 

Henry muttered to himself as he put down his quill, confused at how to reply to Arielle’s letter. Surely he can do this, he has done it countless times. Yet why does he find himself fumbling on how to start? Maybe he is just trying to calculate for the best outcome, or trying to sound pleasant to her. He gave up, got out of the desk and wanted to read a book. It was a late summer night at the Weasley household, and he should get some sleep. But he paused, hearing his parents having an argument in the living room down below. 

“Penelope, I’m sure the potion shop business will be alright…” 

“That is what you have been saying for the past two years, Garreth! I’m worried about our finances, and Mary is going to start Hogwarts this year! Please don’t be foolish…” 

“Foolish? D-don’t you have any faith in me?” 

“I do, but we still have 3 children in school, plus one more to start! Not to mention we will go into debt…” 

“It will turn a profit! Once that happens, we are set for life!” 

“When?! This month, or next?! Garreth please, we are behind our bills and are running low on necessities… I can deprive myself but not until the children are affected! Please just… take the Potion teaching position at Hogwarts… for a while at least, then we can save along to restart the business again… I’ll even go back to being a healer so we can raise more income… it is just temporary until our finances improve.” 

“I can’t believe you for even suggesting that! You… You… You know what, I can’t deal with this, I need some air, going to head out.” 

“Garreth, WAIT!” 

Henry heard the door slammed rather loudly, following an awkward silence. He leaned against the wall, it was the third time they fought over money again. The moment he heard his mother quietly sobbing, Henry closed his bedroom door and lay on his bed. There is nothing he can do, but hope that his parents will sort it out soon enough. 

...

10 October 1918 

The year they turned fourteen, Arielle started to gain the attention of the older boys. Not a surprise, since her sister in the seventh year, Adeline is famed for her beauty and charm throughout Hogwarts that they expected her younger sister to follow suit. Arielle had grown into a beauty, just at the cusp of womanhood. Her facial features are now more defined with her lips becoming fuller, hazel eyes that pierce one's soul with just a look and she carried herself with a posh stance, her long, wavy hair of dark brown neatly hung across her shoulders. More so, she started blossoming into maturity, her body was taller and developed curves. 

It was no wonder she turned heads wherever she went. Lucky for Arielle, her twin brother Sullivan kept the suitors at bay, it made things a lot more tolerable at least. 

Henry didn’t admit it, but he noticed how she had changed. From his brash and bold friend as a child, she transformed into an outspoken, graceful woman. Leo even made the comment that she was even prettier than her older sister. Henry brushed that comment away, saying that she is their friend though in his deepest thoughts, he admits that what Leo said is true.

It was a lazy afternoon when Arielle was just merely minding her own business of doing her assignments alone in the library until a pesky sixth year Ravenclaw boy came up. She rolled her eyes, it was the second time this week he tried to “get to know her”. She wasn’t interested in him, if anything he reeked of desperation. Arielle brushed him off and packed her things, making her move. 

She didn’t count for him to follow her. 

He is relentless. No matter how many annoyed ‘no’s Arielle gave, or ignoring any questions, he just wouldn’t leave her alone. Arielle got desperate by the time she reached the Transfiguration courtyard, planning to lose him the minute she entered the Slytherin common room. As if luck blessed her that day, Arielle spotted Henry talking to their fellow Ravenclaw classmate, Issac Larson. Arielle quickly made a dash, making her unwanted suitor play catch up, quietly tapping Henry on the shoulder. 

“Henry! Hi… um…” 

Henry is shocked at her sudden appearance, her face looking frightened as she holds her books tight. She is worried, and Henry looks behind her to see her unwanted suitor giving a pause. Politely excusing himself from Issac, Henry went up to that nuisance that had been bothering Arielle. He knows the attention she has been getting lately.

“She would like for you to leave her alone.” 

“Wow, did Henry Weasley finally grow a pair? Come at me then!” 

Henry felt his entire body being shoved. That’s it, he swung first as Henry withdrew his wand, yelling Depulso. The boy landed on a wall, withdrawing his own wand and shouting a cast of Flipendo. Soon, everyone came down to cheer and witness the impromptu duel that was taking place. Arielle and Issac tried to process their shock as they tried to break the duel apart, until a familiar voice echoed throughout the courtyard. 

“What in Merlin’s name is going on here?!” 

“Professor Weasley!” 

Issac and Arielle froze when they saw their Potions teacher, Garreth Weasley furiously making his way to the dueling boys. He wasted no time in taking out his own wand as the boys refused to back down. 

“LEVIOSO!” 

Henry and the sixth year Ravenclaw boy found themselves floating in mid air, taken aback as they faced their professor, knowing they were both in trouble. Henry gulped, knowing his father’s anger is justified as he mutters a “Fenite”, making him land on the ground. 

“Detention. The both of you. And thirty points from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. I’m disappointed in you, Henry.”

“But Professor…”

“A fight is a fight, Miss Sallow. No excuses.”

The other Hogwarts students muttered about as Professor Weasley made his move, stomping away angrily. The sixth year Ravenclaw boy got up and ran away in embarrassment. Arielle gritted her teeth, going towards Henry’s side and seeing if Henry was injured. 

“Are you all right?” 

“I’m fine… but are you alright, Arielle?”

“I’m okay… thank you… thank you so much. But let’s get you a Wiggenweld potion, just in case.” 

It was all Henry needed to hear that made losing house points worth it. 

...

4 March 1919 

“Arielle, it’s raining for Merlin’s sake!” 

“All right, all right, you win! Let’s go find shelter then!” 

Henry wonders how he agreed to go find potions ingredients with Arielle in the Forbidden Forest of all places. Sure, they needed their ingredients to brew the Focus and Maxima potions, but what Henry didn’t count for was the giant spiders lurking about. Arielle had a go until she gathered all the spider fangs she needed. 

It just had to rain when she wanted to go gather some leech juice. When Henry pointed out the weather, Arielle gave up and grabbed Henry's hand, resulting in the two of them taking shelter in a nearby cave, where it was cramped and dark. Henry is annoyed, he is soaking wet and he is unable to get the leech juice needed and they are about to break curfew. 

Not that he hasn’t broken a couple of rules here and there. It is just that everytime he does, it is always with Arielle. 

Wiping away the water from his eyes, he didn’t notice that Arielle caught a glance at him as his white shirt is now sheer, exposing his bare chest. Arielle is amazed that Henry had freckles all over, from his arms to his torso. Oh Merlin… his shoulders and chest had gotten broader. Arielle shook that thought away, quickly looked down. She hurriedly covered her chest with her arms, seeing her blouse had become sheer. A chill came up her spine as Arielle shivered, the spring rain biting at her nerves. 

“Are you… shivering, Arielle?”

“I’m not…just…”

She wanted to say her answer but her nose betrayed her, giving a loud sneeze that echoed throughout the cave. Okay, Arielle admits it. She is freezing in this weather. Henry sighed as he approached her closer, hesitantly wrapping his arms around Arielle. 

“What on earth?!” 

“If you don’t get warm soon, you will fall sick and we will go to Nurse Blainey for a pepper up potion. I rather avoid that, since that is exactly what happened when we were thirteen, remember that time we were up north in Hogsfield?” 

“You could use Incendio.” 

“And do you see any dry wood lying about right now? I’m the next best thing.”

Arielle rolled her eyes at his comment, leaning in towards Henry’s hold on her. When… When did Henry develop such strong forearms? Where did that skinny, nervous little boy Arielle met at the train station go? He had changed, darned puberty. He is slightly taller than her now, his jawline defined and the messy red hair he had now framed his face to reveal his green eyes that were hypnotizing. It left Arielle feeling confused as the two of them stared outside, hoping the rain would stop soon. 

Conflicted, Arielle allowed herself to relax into his embrace as she placed her hands on top of his, unsure where this was going. She had no idea Henry felt haunted by her touch ever since.

...

1 July 1920

Henry enjoyed his breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast when the owl post came in. He paid no mind as his mom picked it up, handing it to his father. He blinked, seeing one of them had the Hogwarts crest. It must have been urgent if his father is getting mail from the school this early into the summer. 

Garreth raised an eyebrow as he opened the envelope, reading the contents of it quite loudly on the breakfast table. 

“To all members of staff of Hogwarts, 

Due to the current situation with Gellert Grindelwald , the Ministry has assigned a year long mission to two of our professors, resulting in two vacancies for the 930th school year . The vacant positions are as mentioned: 

Defence against the Dark Arts Professor.

Magical Theory Professor.

As it is with great joy, Hogwarts would like to welcome Mr. Sebastian Sallow, a renowned curse breaker who solved the whereabouts  and curse of King Arthur’s treasure as the temporary Defence against the Dark Arts Professor, and Mrs. Aurelia Sallow, a former Unspeakable as the temporary Magical Theory Professor. 

We welcome them aboard. 

Signed, 

Headmaster Amardo Dippet.”

Garreth’s teeth gritted when he saw who would be joining the teaching staff. The Sallows… why on Earth that they have decided to come and teach? It isn’t like them, Garreth knew this, they were always hungry for adventure and restless. Chucking the letter away, Garreth muttered under his breath about how the Headmaster has gone completely bonkers in his old age. 

Henry bit his lip as he returned to his breakfast, eating in silence as he noticed his father's mood had soured greatly. He most certainly didn’t expect Arielle’s parents to come on board for his sixth year.

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Things sitting in my WIPs

You know when you start something and you have like a few things for it but not all of it. I have a reasonable amount. So look at them and maybe do my job for me or send a little thing for it. I'm spread thin. (Also, yes, I am getting to the asks. Just losing writing juice.) Marvel first. Also header here.

Steve Rogers finding some blood family

Summary: Steve wants a family, that much is clear from the movies, so the idea is he finds someone in Brooklyn that is related to him.

He couldn’t get himself to knock so he stood at the door uncomfortable close. Steve has nothing from his past life, his apartment was rented out to someone, everyone he knew was dead, the air smelled different, so did the growing winter chill. But he was never one to give in so easily. He was bound to have some sort of family. And he did. He was at their doorstep. 

His mom's sister's grandson. Steve got one of the SHIELD people to get the info for him, he loved Natasha but she would have given him everything this man had ever done before and he didn't want that info. Now he was thinking maybe he should have.

Knock knock

It took fourteen heartbeats for the door to open and show a young man in a tank top scratching his head and squinting, skin tanned with freckles from the sun and two moles on his neck that made vampire bites. His squint didn't let up however. "What'cha selling. I don't want it."

"I'm not here to sell anything. I'm looking for [F.Name]."

[F.Name] stopped scratching. "I beg your pardon."

"[F.Name] [L.Name]."

"I can't see, who am I talking to?" He seemed to be one hundred percent serious about the sight thing, his eyes didn't focus on him.

"This is going to sound crazy but I'm your cousin."

"I can see color," He frowned, knitting his eyebrows in the same way his aunt would, genuinely confused but very willing to hear someone out.

"My name is Steve Rogers. My mom was your grandma's sister."

This was the part he expected to fight for, to show proof or explain further. He didn’t need to though. "Oh. Yeah. That. Come in then." [Name] stepped back and held the door from the side. So he took the invite with confusion, sat on the couch while [Name] took the other. "First things first. My mom is dead, but I guess you knew that. She said she didn't want you to see her if she couldn't recognize you. I'm guessing you've been through that too though."

Steve rubbed his hands and thought of his cousin, wondering if he could handle seeing her like that while Peggy was doing the same. "Yeah I have."

"Sorry, man. Can't imagine waking up from a nap to all of this mess. Then having to do what you do. I do not envy you."

"You knew we were related? And you never said anything."

"Why would I?"

"I've had people tell that to me before. Not all of them were kids." He was a big figure and had diplomatic immunity to a certain extent, after he saved the world last time he had it again. In short, a good person to have in your pocket.

"To be honest, I didn't think you'd want to see me."

"Why?"

"I'm 'colored'. You're from the 1930s." It made sense and he never thought about it before. To think that was what got in the way of seeing him was depressing. "I figured you wouldn't but I didn't want to risk it."

Peter B is a fucking HIMBO

Summary: Peter is very smart and not dumb at all. That being said, I just want a himbo so here we are.

It was so fucking hot. Summer was not your favorite time of year and it never will be. The beach was always crowded and so was every building, the good stuff at stores was always sold out unless you got to it early, and vendors had lines that led to the train. And here you were sitting on a bench in the park that had no shade waiting. There was shade a bit away but you told Peter you would be there and you didn’t want to risk it, even if the time was flying and baking you. 

You looked around again not actually expecting to see the man you were waiting for, even less so that he would be running. Sweating to the point his work shirt was starting to show what was underneath and disappoint you it was another shirt. He did a hard stop in front of you and struggled to catch his breath, face flushed, chest heaving. “Hey, I’m sorry I’m,” 

You swept your lust under the rug and let your panic take front. “Peter, why were you running? I thought you were taking the bus.”

“I ran to see you dingus.” He laughed and looked at you with a squinty smile that moved what was under the rug. “You won’t believe everything that’s happened but let’s go over there first.”

He all but collapsed under the tree shade and propped his arm on his knee while his thigh pushed his stomach pudge. “You should take off your shirt.” You said. “To get cooler.” You found out a long time ago he didn’t see your impure ogling. At first you thought it was something he was ignoring or thought it was weird but then you blurted out you wanted to feel his chapstick and he actually gave you his chapstick.

“Yeah.” Like always he listened and agreed before going on. “So the epic tale goes a little like this; I wasn’t supposed to go to work today but I got roped in to do a half shift so when I got out I had to come straight here. Then the buses got out of order so I took the wrong one. I ended up a few blocks down and the next bus was going to make me even more late if it even got me here. So I ran.”

"You didn't have to do all that just to meet me." You knew what he was going to say. He was a creature of habit.

"I wanted to." Kind to a fault.  ->

-> There was one thing in your way of you asking to have him. "Oh, I have new pictures of Mayday." He was married, even had a kid.

And if I die before I wake

Summary: Now, I give my characters fucked up powers to the point I think I might be sadistic. So imagine not being able to die. Also I grew up very religious so I know this prayer very well.

I pray the lord my soul to take.

But you learned God didn't want you by his side. At the age fourteen you were in an accident. In the hospital you and your father were pronounced dead, but you woke up on the operating table. It was a miracle. Then you died in an alley, a mugging gone wrong. You looked out to the bustling street from the shadow and held a bleeding chest. But you did wake.

The great tale of Cain and Abel wasn't something that needed to be recited to you. It seemed to you like your father was Abel, blessed to salvation, and you were Cain, doomed to walk the earth. What was your crime? You couldn't imagine what you did as a child that warranted punishment but you did everything to repent for your sin.

At church there was a man, a broad man with posture somehow tensed and slouched praying in mumbling Spanish. He went when there were no sermons and less people, his time was for him and no one else. Just like you. So you did your best to not bother him. He seemed not to notice and it was nice for you. Together but not. You doubted he felt the same.

Then a fucking Rhino man busted into the hall and destroyed everything. You would say desecrated but you weren’t feeling particularly preachy after. Maybe that was why you were how you were. Spiderman was there to save the day and all was well for everyone else. You left through allies to succumb to your wounds, to bleed out praying it was the last time. As you stumbled you heard a person behind you. You told them you didn’t have any money or anything of value on your person. But they caught you and lowered you to the ground. They seemed to recognize nothing could be done so they just held your hand. You asked them to let you die alone and they shushed you.

You woke up to the sounds of ambulance sirens and you ran before you found out if they were for you or not. It was a traumatic event when you died but you steeled yourself first so you could get safe before you dealt with your mind. Like every time you went back to church. You followed the signs to a temporary place of worship to atone. 

The second day of your repent you saw the man and when he saw you he didn't move so you didn't notice him.

He grabs you because his knee jerk reaction is that you are still dying so he is trying to catch you before you fall

Say in Spanish you are haunting him

He is making a very big scene that he is then going to have to explain especially if he has to take a few steps

He looks you horrified and goes to you later to ask if you were okay alluding to the idea he knows you got hurt he just doesn’t know to what extent

Say in Spanish you are haunting him

He sees you but you don’t so he has time to collect himself before he goes to speak to you and you both have a half honest conversation (WINNER)

You do not admit you are repenting and it may or may not be obvious you are not praying for others

He says he was checking on you because he was there but you didn’t see him there and he may or may not have noticed exactly who you were

It's something you would never know but he did see you before he walked up. You figured as much but you never knew for sure. Unlike him you didn’t mutter your prayers but unlike him you made it very obvious how you were dealing with the prayers. He knew you were losing your mind.

He asked to sit with you before asking if you were okay. A small gesture, one you would have welcomed at any time but now, so soon after death, it was hard. He said he was checking up on you because he thought he saw you get hurt. You told him nothing of the sort happened and mentioned in passing you didn't see him there. You both were hiding, one just had a question that needed answering. ->

->You felt like you were being watched, when you were walking home from work, from church. Nueva York wasn't the safest place in the world but you had never felt like that. And it happened for a very good while before something came of it. A woman attacked you in any alley. You didn't know why but she said it was your fault. 

Spiderman swooped in and did his thing but added to the routine. He asked who you were and you panicked, rightfully so. "I'm not sure I follow."

"Most people don't get up after bleeding out. Answers, talk fast." He said walking forward. Slow, painfully slow. And you backed away even slower because you knew there was no way you would out run him.

"I don't know, it just happens." He kept walking. That wasn't enough. "I get back up and I can't explain it. Every time I think it's the end, it's not." It still wasn't enough. "I don't want to be like this. I just want to stay dead." That was enough.

Two weeks after the initial incident he finally came to you as a civilian again. Introduced himself and asked your name saying he had always seen you but never found a reason to speak. Finally a name to the face, Miguel O'hara. An overall quiet man, calm in nature and polite. He started to speak to you after that.

There was still the feeling of being watched, it must have not been the woman. You stopped and looked around. When you looked up you thought you saw something on the roof but then pigeons flew off so you brushed it off. But when the same thing happened again you thought maybe someone caught onto your living situation. Then again, maybe not.

The church was set up again and you thanked God. You didn't talk on the pews before him and he'd be the only person you would. It was pleasant, chattering whispers to not disturb like it wasn't just five people in the room spread out farther than any hearing range. The topic of jobs came up and you had an underwhelming answer. (He said he did a lot of computer work, whether it was at a computer or on you didn’t know./He said he was an engineer who worked on his time.) Not a lie.

A month went by and you acted on impulse, you asked if you could confess to him. He asked if he should be the one to hear it but you assured it wasn’t something you would be condemned for. You admitted you lied to him when you said you weren’t hurt after the church incident. You said you thought you were visited by an angel who was going to take you away but it wasn’t, it left you there.

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My sister-in-law, who is half black half white but looks white - blue eyes, whiter than most white folks, very white. She and I, we kinda grew up together. We raised our children together. So they are first cousins. So it's a wonderful very, very multicultural family.

So we are going in a Safeway one day, and Kathleen, my sister-in-law, is in front of me and she's writing a check for her groceries. Now my daughter, who at the time was ten years old, was standing with me and I was directly behind her getting ready to get my groceries.

So Kathleen comes up and the checker who is a strawberry blond, freckled, very delightful, warm. This young woman is talking to Kathleen. Hey! How are you doing, isn't it a nice day today? They're just chatting up. So Kathleen writes her check And she steps off to the side because she is waiting for me.

Now of course again Kathleen looks white, right? So I come up. No conversation. She looks up at me, absolutely no chatter. And I write my check. My daughter however is ten, notices immediately the difference in how she responds to me.

So I write my check.

And she goes: I am going to need two pieces of ID.

At which point my daughter looks at me, and she gets very, very embarassed, and tears are coming up in her eyes, like - mummy you are not going to let her do this. Why is she doing this to us?

So I'm trying to figure out what I should do. Cause behind me are two elderly white women. I'm thinking ok, so then I become the angry black woman… I'm just trying to second guess all the drama.

So then I just give her the two pieces of ID - sometimes you just have to choose your battles. And then it gets worse: she pulls out the Bad Check book. This is the book that shows the people who have written bad checks. So she starts searching for my license in the bad checks. At which point, it is just out of control now.

Just as I am standing there trying to decide what to do - this is deeply humiliating, now my daughter is in full blown emotionally upset (she's 10) - my sister-in-law walks back over and she steps in and she says: Excuse me! Why are you doing this?

And the checker goes: What do you mean?

She goes: Why are you taking her through all of these changes, why are you doing it?

She goes: Well this is our policy.

She goes: No it's not your policy, because you didn't do that with me.

Oh well I know you, you've been -

She goes: No, no she's been here for years. I've only lived here for three months.

And so at this point the two white elderly ladies go: Oh! I can't believe what this checker has done with this woman! It is totally unacceptable. At which point the manager walks over!

So the manager walks over and says: Is there a problem here? And then my sister-in-law again responds. She goes: Yes, there is a problem, here is what happened -

So you see she used her white privilege (and even though Kathleen is half black and half white she recognizes what that means) and she made the statement, she pointed out the injustice. And she as a result of that one act influenced everyone in that space.

But what would have happened? I can't know for certain had the black woman said: This is unfair! Why are you doing this to me? Would it have the same impact? But Kathleen knew that she walked through the world differently than I did and she used her white privilege to educate and make right a situation that was wrong. That's what you can do. Every single day.

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Purple Ninja

Chapter 3 First Fight

After visiting the principal's office Natalie and Martha were now heading to her new locker. The two stopped right outside a room that had ninja posters, stars, and swords posters on the door.

"Wow, what's that room?" Natalie asked when she saw what was on the door.

"Oh that, that's the ninja fanclub room. I'm the vice president of the club and we meet up their three days a week after school." Martha explained.

"Really? What do you all do in their?" Natalie asked.

"Well we practice ninja fighting techniques, study the history of the art of ninjutsu, and practice with fake versions of ninja weapons used throughout history. Basically anything that involves a ninja we do." Martha explained.

"Wow you and the other members of the club must be super fans." Natalie commented after hearing what Martha does in her club.

"Hehe, well that's why it has the name. You know I've always dreamed of becoming a ninja myself, and even if I lost one of my legs, I'm still determined to do it. I'm not going to let anything or anyone stop me from my dreams!" Martha declared.

"I bet, knowing you, you'll do anything you put your mind to and no one can convince you otherwise." Natalie pointed out.

"Yeah, anyway let's get your things in the locker and I'll show you around the school." Martha said.

Natalie nodded and she looked into her locker, nothing about it was out of the ordinary as she hadn't decorated it yet. Nothing was inside it, but she planned to decorate it as soon as possible.

"Alright, I can make this look much nicer than it is." Natalie said as she observed the locker.

"I know you will, and I can't wait to see what you'll do with it." Martha said.

With the locker out of the way Martha started showing Natalie around the school. As the two were walking around the place they heard some girls laughing, however it wasn't a laugh of enjoyment, it was more of mockery. Martha and Natalie ran to the source of the laughs and when they reached said source the two couldn't believe what they saw.

A girl with red hair, freckles, an animal printed sweater, brown pants, and brown shoes was on the floor crying. There were two other girls who both had fancy and expensive clothes standing over the poor girl laughing at her. One of the girls who had blond hair then poured a bottle of water over the girl and laughed at her.

"Aww, did I do that? Sorry but I couldn't help it. I thought it'd make you smell better as you sink like an animal. Then again what do I expect from a girl who works in a filthy animal shelter." The blondie mocked.

When the two cousins saw this they both were filled with anger as they hated seeing others get bullies. Martha and Natalie got up and marched over to the two bullies.

"Hey! How dare you speak to her that way!" Natalie stated angrily. The two girls looked over at the cousins and glared at them angry.

"What did you just say to me?" The blond girl asked in a snarky way.

"I said! How dare you speak to her that way, you disgusting excuse of a human being!" Natalie stated in a firm angry tone.

"I was just stating what was true, she smells!" The blond girl said.

"No she doesn't! Now I want you to go away now! After all I can get you both into detention for bullying!" Martha explained angrily.

Once the girls saw Martha was involved they backed away as she was very intimidating. It didn't help that she could indeed get them sent to detention as she was on good terms with the principal and most teachers in the school. So she just had to say the right words and they'd be busted and in big trouble.

"Ugh, whatever Martha, come on Stella, let's go before their lameness rubs off on us." the blond girl said to her minion. Stella nodded and followed the blond girl as the two walked away and to who knows where now.

Once they were gone Martha and Natalie helped up the girl the two were bullying backup on her feet. "Hey, Shara you good?" Martha asked.

"Y-Yeah thanks Martha, and um... who's this?" Shara asked as she noticed Natalie standing next to her.

"Oh this is my cousin Natalie, she just transferred and I was just showing her around before we left for our field trip." Martha explained.

"Really? Well nice to meet you Natalie, I'm Shara, and if you need any answers to any animal questions then just come to me. I'm a genius at the topic so I can answer any question you have regarding animals." Shara explained.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." Natalie said.

"Well we gotta go now, my clock tells me that the bus is about to arrive so we better head outside." Martha explained.

"Oh right it is that time. I just need to grab something out of my locker as I'll need them on the field trip." Shara explained.

"Alright, we'll see you around Shara, let's go Natalie, you're going to love where we're going." Martha explained.

Natalie nodded and followed her cousin to the front of the school. After some time the bus had arrived and all the students who were going on the field trip were loaded onto the bus in an orderly fashion. All the students were paired up while on the bus, Natalie hoped to be paired up with her cousin as she felt more comfortable around her. However to her dismay her and Martha were not paired up and Martha ended up with someone called Cris.

Soon Natalie's partner was given to her and she blushed when she saw who it was once they sat next to her. Her partner was David and she didn't know what to say to him to create some kind of conversation. Soon the bus started moving and Natalie was nervous about being sat next to David. The two sat next to each other without saying a word to each other, so the whole way there was spent in an awkward silence.

After an hour the bus arrived at its location and Natalie looked outside the window she was sitting next to and saw where they had arrived. The place was an old ninja temple that was just on the outskirts of the city. There were no other buildings for miles and the place was surrounded by forest for miles to come.

The students then all filed out of the bus and stood in line as their teacher did a head count. Once she made sure that she had all students on the list she told the bus driver he could go and come pick them up in about two hours. The bus driver nodded and drove away, once he was out of sight the teacher started explaining the plans for the trip.

"Alright students you all are allowed to explore around the temple for the first half of the trip. Then we'll all head out to the center room for a lesson regarding this temple and its history. And remember you're only able to go to certain areas of this place, go into a restricted area then you'll be getting detention for two months." The teacher explained.

Everyone nodded and she dismissed them, which allowed them to go out and explore the temple as much as they wanted. "Hey cous I wanna show you some of my favorite spots around here!" Martha exclaimed.

"Alright! I've never been here before so I'd like to see what it's got." Natalie said.

Martha squealed and grabbed Natalie by the wrist and dragged her to her favorite spot. As they ran they passed by an old lady who was working on the sand garden. When they ran past her she looked up at them and in that moment she saw the ring that Natalie had on her hand. Once that ring went into her line of sight she continued to stare at it in shock till the girls were no longer in sight. With Natalie and Martha out of sight the old lady stood there for several seconds that felt like hours as time slowed down to her.

Five more seconds had passed before she whispered to herself "She has the charm. So it's true that he's gone, oh Chris, I wish I could've helped you but I'm too old. Thankfully it did what it always does and found its way to its new wearer. I better keep an eye on her and make sure to tell her what she needs to do in case something happens. I just hope she'll be able to keep her identity a secret from everyone and those dark cults. Hmm and that other girl, I can sense the same thing from her as I did with you Chris. I'll need to see if she's worthy of holding a charm as well."

The old lady then finished up the garden as quickly as she could before putting the tool away. She then followed in the same direction that Martha and Natalie went in to keep her eye on them. Meanwhile Shara was at the temple's fish pond, watching the cute little fishes swim around in the lake. She threw some fish food that one of the temple keepers gave to her, and watched as the fish ate the food. She smiled at the sight, enjoying herself very much on this trip. Watching the fish swim around and eat was very relaxing.

However this joyful moment was cut short once she felt someone grab onto her and throw her into the lake. The fish swam away in a panic as Shara was thrown into the water. Shara pushed herself above the water and coughed as some water got into her mouth and nose. She then heard laughing behind her and she looked to see Stella, and the blond girl named Carol pointing at her while laughing.

"AHAHAHA! Look a smelly fish where it belongs!" Carol laughed.

"HA! Yeah she should learn where she belongs, and that's with her own kind. A smelly animal with other smelly animals HA!" Stella laughed.

Hearing their awful words Shara began to tear up before bursting into tears and running out of the lake and into the nearby forest. The two bullies continued laughing as Shara ran into the forest till she could no longer hear them.

Once their laughter was gone Shara sumped to the ground resting her back on a large and old oak tree. She wrapped her arms around her legs and cried into her knees as the current events replayed in her mind.

Meanwhile in a dark place a deep black figure opened his blood red eyes as they sensed something.

"Ah what's this now? Shame, humiliation? Haha, a perfect prey for my corruption." The figure siad.

They looked into a mirror that showed earth and managed to find the person who they were talking about. They found Shara and smiled evilly when they saw and felt the despair she was currently feeling. They raised their hand and a black gooey substance dropped out of the palm of their hand.

"Go my corruptor and coat her heart in black so I can turn her to my name." The figure said as she blob sunk into the mirror and entered earth.

It landed next to Shara who was still crying her eyes out, it slithered up to her without her noticing and saw a bear shaped pin on her sweater. It leaped up and merged into the pin, once it had merged into her pin Shara stopped crying and looked up with an angry expression on her face.

Her eyes turned completely black and she heard a voice say "Hello Beast Pouncer, I'm Judas and I can help you get revenge on all those who mock you. I'm giving you the power of every animal on earth and you can control an animal's actions too. All I ask is that you find me all of the colored Ninja charms in return. Do we have an agreement?" Judas asked.

"Hehe, yes we do my lord. I'll show everyone who mocks me the true power of animals and I'll find the charms for you as well." Beast Pouncer said as she got up and a black haze had surrounded her whole body.

Meanwhile Natalie and Martha were looking at ninja weapons and posters. Natalie was impressed by how this place had so much history regarding ninjas.

"Wow okay this place is impressive. I'm so happy I can see it, it's awesome, I can see why you love it cous." Natalie said.

"Yeah, Ah I feel at home here, surrounded by the cutler and art of ninjutsu." Martha explained.

"I wonder what else this place has in store for us?" Natalie asked.

After she said that the two heard a loud crash of something breaking and not a moment later all the other students' screams were heard. Concerned Natalie and Martha ran outside to see what was going on, when they got outside they saw that the thing that was broken was a pot. They then saw what had thrown it in the first place, a creature that had the head of a lion, the belly of a crocodile, tail of a dog, gills of a fish, wings of a bird, and legs of a cheetah.

"Raaww! You all shall tremble in fear of Beast Poncer! I shall show you all the true power of animals Raww!" Beast Pouncer roared loudly before grabbing another pot and throwing it again.

This time it was close to the entrance that Natalie and Martha were close to. The two cousins quickly took cover inside as the pot crashed into the entrance.

"Wow! Okay what on earth was that?!" Natalie asked, surprised by what she had just seen.

"I have no clue, but it would be cool if that thing wasn't attacking everything!" Martha explained as she sat up.

"It's one of Judas' dark super servants. It looks like he corrupted one of your classmates and turned them into one of his minions." An old weak voice explained.

The two girls turned around and they saw the same old lady who was working in the garden earlier.

"Wow wow! Who are you?! And how do you know what's going on?!" Martha asked, confused and surprised by the old lady's knowledge of what's going on.

"My name is Eri and I'm the guardian of the color Ninja charms. I've seen Judas doing this since I was a little girl. He prays on those who are feeling down and uses his darkmagic to corrupt them and turn them into his servants." Eri explained.

"What?! You're joking right?! There's no way that's possible?!" Martha explained not believing what this lady was saying.

"I'm sorry to say but It's nothing but the truth, however there is a way that it can be fixed. We will need the purple ninja and with their powers they will be able to reverse everything." Eri explained.

"Well where are they then!?" Natalie blurted out as she was getting incredibly tense from what was happening.

"Oh my dear, it's you, you have the purple ninja charm on your finger right now." Eri explained.

Natalie froze for a moment before she looked down at her hand that the ring was still on.

"If you don't believe me then just repeat these words and you'll see. Purple Ninja, it's time to Purify!" Eri explained.

"Um... Purple Ninja, it's time to Purify?" Natalie said not sure what else to do because of the shock.

As soon as those words came out of her mouth Natalie was surrounded by a purple light and her ring glowed purple as well. "Wowow! What's happening?!" Natalie asked in shock and fear as her apparel started to change.

A purple mask was formed on her head with her hair being put up into a ponytail and it went through a hole in the mask. The mask was mostly purple with the trims around her hair, eyes, and jaw were black. Purple ribbons then wrapped around her chest and they transformed into a ninja top. The main part was purple while the clothing around her neck, waist, and around her arms were black. The same ribbons then wrapped around her arms all the way down to her finger tips. They then transformed into sleeves for the suit and the bicep parts were purple while the triceps and fingers were both black. Finally the ribbons wrapped around her legs and feet transforming into pants and boots. The soles of the boots were black while the rest were purple, the shins of the pants were purple while the thighs were black till it hit the waist where a purple scarf wrapped around her waist and then to her neck.

Once the transformation was complete Natalie took a look at herself. When she saw what had happened she screamed as she had become a totally different person.

"W-WHAT THE HECK!? WHAT'S THIS?! H-HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!" Natalie asked in shock as she looked at the ninja suit and pulled at it to see if she could remove it.

However the suit wasn't coming off as if it was stuck to her and this freaked her out even more.

"Wow! What in the world! Hey Lady! What the Hell happened to my cousin!" Martha asked as she watched her cousin become a ninja.

"She's now the purple Ninja, and now she can use her new powers to defend the city from Judas and his evil plans." Eri explained.

"W-What?! Does that mean what I think it means?!" Natalie asked with worry as she started putting the pieces together.

"Yes, that means you'll need to fight that creature and find the object that became the source of corruption." Eri explained.

"Oh NO! No I-I can't fight against that thing! I-I've never been in a fight before in my life I-I cant! I-" Natalie was saying till she felt Martha's gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked at her cousin and saw she had a look of confidence and reassurance on her face.

"You can do this course, because I'm gonna help you." Martha explained.

"W-What?!" Natalie asked, confused and surprised.

"You heard me, I'm gonna help, I've been dreaming about becoming a ninja my whole life and this is a chance for me to use my skills. And we both know it's better to have help rather than trying to do something that's too big for you to do alone." Martha explained.

Natalie smiled at this and gave Martha a big hug, happy that her cousin was going to help her in battle.

"I was hoping you would say that, so Miss, Martha, I have something to help you in battle." The old lady said.

"What's that?" Martha asked as she looked at Eri with confusion as she said that. Eri then pulled out a bracelet with a yellow gem in the center of it and a white chain.

"Martha I'm proud to entrust you with the Yellow Ninja charm. You shall be its new holder and use it for the greater good. However once you transform you will become a part of Natalie's mission to fight against this evil. Are you willing to risk your life and safety for this?" Eri asked, letting Martha know what she was getting into.

Martha's face became firm and she nodded as she was willing to risk it all for her cousin. Eri smiled and allowed Martha to take the charm out of her hand. Once Martha had put it on, the gem's yellow color disappeared and she waited for Eri to tell her what she had to do.

"Now all you need to say is, Yellow Ninja Lets Shed Some Light!" Eri exclaimed.

"On it! Yellow Ninja! Let's Shed Some Light!" Martha called out and the gem glowed yellow and Martha was surrounded by a yellow light.

A mask was formed over her eyes where the eyes were white. Her hair turned yellow and was braided up in the back of the mask, so it wouldn't get in her way. Her body was then wrapped up in yellow ribbons and once formed into the outfit the belt, midsection, neck, and shoulders were white while the rest was yellow. Yellow ribbons then formed on her arms, the hands were white while the rest was yellow. Finally her legs and feet were wrapped in the yellow ribbon, once they formed into the clothes, the soles of her feet were white along with her knees, and waist, while the rest was yellow.

Once the transformation was complete Martha was impressed, she loved the suit, especially the mask as it reminded her of the ninja turtles masks, of course her eyes were covered up with a white see thru fabric.

"HA! This is gonna be awesome! Come on cous! Let's go fight this thing and save everyone!" The Yellow Ninja declared.

"Alright! Let's do this!" The Purple Ninja said, now feeling more confident with help by her side.

The two ninjas then reached into their pockets to see if there was something in them, and to their delight there was. The two both pulled out smoke bombs that matched the color they were, they threw the smoke bombs down to the ground and a yellow and purple smoke filled the area, which allowed them to exit the building without being seen.

Meanwhile outside students and employees were screaming and running away from Beast Pouncer as she destroyed the area.

"What in the world is that thing?" Stella asked.

"I-I don't know, but it is hideous, although not as hideous as that Shara Haha!" Carol laughed, however she didn't realize that her laughter had attracted Beast Pouncer's attention and when she saw them her fury became even stronger.

She pounced over to the two girls, which caused them to scream and try to run away; unfortunately they weren't fast enough and Beast Pouncer had caught them.

"You! It's time you understand how I had felt for so long!" Beast Pounder Roared in their faces.

"W-What are you talking about?!" Stella asked as she struggled in her grip.

"Yeah, we didn't do anything to you Beast Pouncer!" Carol said hoping that would get her to let them go.

However this had the opposite effect as Beast Pouncer only got more angry and roared again at them. "It's me! Shara! You both had called me a number of names and hurt me in many different ways! Well now it's time I finally let you both know how I've felt for all these years!" Beast Pouncer declared.

She then tightened her grip on the two girls, threatening to kill them when she felt something being thrown at her.

"Hey! You leave them alone, Beast Pouncer!" A voice called out.

"Yeah! Even if they are bullies, we'll still protect them as it's what heroes do!" Another voice called out. Beast Pouncer looked back and saw two ninja's standing on top of the temple's roof. One was in a purple suit while the other was in a yellow suit.

"Beast Pouncer! Those two had two of the charms I'm looking for! Attack them and take their charms!" Judas commanded.

"Understood sir!" Beast Pouncer replied and threw the two girls aside like rag dolls and jumped at the two ninja's. Purple Ninja jumped out of the way while Yellow Ninja jumped towards the two girls and grabbed onto them.

Once on the ground Yellow Ninja put them down and said, "You two get to safety! Me and Purple Ninja will Handle this!"

Yellow Ninja then jumped back into the fight. Purple Ninja meanwhile was running away from Beast Pouncer, however it was harder than it seemed as she had the speed of a cheetah.

"Oh crap, Oh crap, oh crap! What am I meant to do?!" Purple Ninja asked as she realized she had no idea what she was doing.

Beast Pouncer then jumped up and tried to grab on Purple Ninja, however a yellow scarf wrapped around her legs and yanked her back harshly. She growled and looked back to see that it was Yellow Ninja who had pulled her back.

"Raw! Your charm shall belong to Judas!" Beast Pouncer roared as she started charging at Yellow Ninja.

Yellow Ninja braced herself when a light flashed in her eye. She looked and saw Eri hiding in the trees using a mirror to shine some light towards her in order to get her attention.

Eri then pulled out a sign that read "Say Blinding Light! It'll allow you to temporarily blind your opponent, but be careful though, you can only use it once before you have ten minutes before you transform back."

After quickly reading it Yellow Ninja nodded and faced Beast Pouncer again. "Let's do this! Blinding Light!" Yellow Ninja called out and a bright light appeared on her hands.

She then threw the light directly into her face, this indeed caused Beast Pouncer to go blind for a while. She screamed in pain as she covered her eyes trying to get them to revolver. As she stood up Yellow Ninja noticed a black pin on her chest, so she believed that's where the corruption was.

"Yellow! You alright?!" Yellow Ninja heard Purple Ninja ask. She looked behind Beast Pouncer and saw Purple Ninja standing behind her with a worried look on her face.

"Yeah! On the Pin! It's black and I think that's where this corruption thing is!" Yellow called out while pointing to the pin. Purple Ninja looked and saw the pin, once she saw that it was indeed black she had to believe that's where it was, however she didn't know how to undo it without hurting Shara.

Then a flash of light was caught in her eye, and when she looked she saw Eri hiding in the tree line. She had another sign with her and it read "Call out Purife Bloom and aim it at the pin, it can destroy the corruption and return your friend back to normal."

After reading it Purple Ninja nodded and faced Beast Pouncer again with a determined look on her face. She then called out "Purify Bloom!" and took aim right at the pin. A purple blast was instantly shot out of her hand and once it made contact with the pin, the blackness around it was surrounded with a purple haze. The haze was then turned into blooming flowers and the pin was restored to normal, that wasn't all that was restored to normal as a black haze surrounded Beast Pouncer and she turned back into Shara.

"Ugh, W-what happened?" Shara asked as her senses came back.

"It's alright, you're alright." Purple Ninja said as she walked up to Shara and helped her up. Shara looked at Purple ninja and was shocked by what she was seeing; Yellow ninja then came into her line of sight which made her even more shocked.

"Wow! Who are you two?" Shara asked.

"We're um... I'm Purple Ninja, and this is Yellow Ninja!" Purple Ninja explained.

"Wow, you two are awesome." Shara said, shocked by what she was seeing.

"That's not even scratching the surface!" The three heard a voice call out. They looked and saw that the other student and the teacher had all ran to the area and they all looked amazed.

"What we just saw now was so incredible that awesome isn't enough!" A boy exclaimed with his eyes sparkling.

"Why thank you, we're just doing our jobs and protecting the innocent." Yellow Ninja explained.

"Hey I'm Steve and I'm a part of our school's report club, can you spare some time and answer a few questions?" Steve asked.

"Um, we'd love to, but we gotta go! Come on Yellow! Maybe we can answer your questions later!" Purple Ninja blurted out before her and Yellow split, leaving behind a disappointed Steve.

Ten minutes later Martha and Natalie had transformed back and were now making their way back to the temple as they went a little way into the woods. Thankfully they both knew the way back so they weren't worried about getting lost. As they were walking Martha looked to Natalie who was looking at her ring with a worried look on her face.

"Hey cous, you alright?" Martha asked.

"I-I don't know, I-I don't even know if I can process all of this. My dad was murdered, mom and I moved here, and now we both have charms that turn us into ninjas with magical powers... It's a lot to take in." Natalie explained unloading the dump truck of everything that just changed in her life.

"Yeah I bet it's a lot to take in, but hey I'm not gonna let you go through this alone. I'll be with you every step of the way, and in every fight that comes our way." Martha explained, reassuring Natalie.

"Really? Thanks Martha I'm lucky to have a cousin like you in my life." Natalie said grateful for Martha's words.

"Anything for my cousin, now come on let's go! I believe that Miss Mason is looking for us by now so let's hurry before she starts worrying." Martha explained.

Natalie nodded and the two raced back to the temple before their teacher began to worry about them. As they ran they both felt like that this was the start of an amazing journey for them. They also felt that all of this is just the beginning of something big and intense for them and possibly the whole world.

[devouredreaper]

"Teague Abbán Séamas Cavan, at your service"

... AKA I dressed as one of my vampire OCs for Halloween this year

[mysterymessmachine]

FINALLY, GOOD SOUP

context for my additions: I have one working eye. the other is still technically there and consuming calories like it owns the place, but I only have a tiny sliver of peripheral vision since the rest of my retina is a calcified tumor. I was born this way, so I also never knew how to see differently

- MAKEUP: oh my god, makeup. lol. I gave up years ago because "sisters not twins" was more along the lines of "distantly related cousins who don't get along but still forced to sit at the same table at the family reunion."

- further, skin stuff?? when you can't see the right side of your body very well, even in a mirror, you miss a lot. I'm sure I have freckles I've never seen before

- driving: I had to fight for my license. if I fuck up too badly they can take it at any time. this has made me extremely cautious and I've never been in a wreck that was my fault. I also created my own form of depth perception for driving (now used for everything) that involves constantly recalculating distance based off of the object's change in size proportional to itself, myself, and surrounding objects. when stationary, I often use head movements to create the different angles I need to triangulate

- shooting: not really sure how this one happened but I'm a great shot. better than my ex-wife who was in a specialty position in the military before we met. I guess not ever having to adjust to closing one eye has its benefits too lol

- my phantom sights are PEOPLE. often silhouettes but sometimes much more detailed. it was terrifying when I was a kid but the shadows and I are buds now

- you would think I would love 3D movies since it artificially creates the 3D I've never experienced but in fact, it makes me fear for how I now assume you all experience the world and I have a migraine

- sitting is the inverse of OP's point above about walking. I always sit with my blind side to the wall because when people sneak up on my blind side, I improvise entirely new forms of self defense and they're usually bad for both of us

- personally, the headcanon of Zuko sleeping with his good side buried in the pillow when he feels safe is also accurate (but I toss and turn a lot lol)

- another note on depth perception: did not develop that in time for gym class in school. consequentially, was The Worst at sports. if there was an object involved, it hit me in the face somehow, sometimes seemingly defying physics to do so. it was honestly kind of comical in retrospect

- most pictures of myself are staged, at least somewhat, so that my good eye is facing the camera, something is covering the bad one, etc etc. it used to be more obvious but I've gotten better lol. does make me feel like Bill Cipher though so, eh, I'll take it

writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

[profound-imagination]

Finding Home - Eris Vanserra - Part 7

A/N: So I have a question, do I end this here? No trigger warnings for this part I don't think!! It's a short chapter, it's not been checked or edited as I've written it in an airport 😂

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"So-" Rhys began when you were all situated in his office in the River House, he was cut off by a squeal as his son appeared in the room, Nyx clapped his little hands and made a beeline for Eris who happily let the toddler scramble into his lap. Feyre appeared a couple of moments later and beamed at you. "Living a lifetime first huh?" She teased and you rolled your eyes at your baby sister. "Things changed…" you shrugged and she laughed, Elain and Nesta followed, something had changed about Elain, you raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled softly back at you. Lucien was the last to enter the room, pulling Elain on his lap as he sat, you grinned at the pair of them, they fit together, like puzzle pieces and your sister looked so at home on his lap. She beamed back at you, a blush covering her cheeks, Lucien just winked.

"As I was saying, what's the plan, Eris?" Rhys brought the attention back to himself. Eris smiled down at the boy in his lap and your heart squeezed as you realised properly for the first time, you were having his child, boy or girl, you didn't care, you'd love them endlessly and so would he. "We came to see if you could break through the ward I got Helion to place on Y/N, it means only she can decide who can smell the pregnancy until there's no hiding it." Rhys nodded "Well I can't scent her, can anyone in the room?" He directed his questions at the rest of your family and they shook their heads. You felt a pulse of power push against you coming from Rhys but it didn't break through, Feyre tried next and again, it didn't break through. Then one pulse did breakthrough and you gasped as your head shot to Lucien who was smirking, looking rather proud of himself. "How did you do that?" He laughed, a deep hearty laugh "Helion's my father, remember?" You nodded and Eris leveled his brother with a glare. "Put it back." Lucien laughed again and did what he was told.

"I will go back to Autumn, deal with any fallout of my father's death and then I will bring Y/N home, we will have a mating ceremony and then be crowned High Lord and Lady of Autumn - that's the plan." Feyre spoke next. "Do you want that Y/N? To be a High Lady?" You smiled gently at your sister as your hand rested on your stomach. "I want him, Fey. I want to be by his side, with our child." She nodded and you continued. "I want to help remake the Autumn Court, to support the young girls and women who have been raised to believe they can be nothing other than wives and mothers." Eris and Lucien beamed at you and Rhys cleared his throat.

"The Night Court will support you, Eris." Eris met Rhys' eyes and said "And we will support Night." Rhys smiled his signature feline smile. "It's a deal." He purred as he extended his hand towards Eris, who took it and shook it. You could see the beginning of a tattoo appear under the collar of his shirt. Heat flooded your core as you thought of Eris and his perfectly freckled pale skin, marked with the dark ink of a tattoo. His hand tightened on your knee, scenting the change in you, he being the only one you weren't holding the ward against. "Shall we go out for dinner?" Feyre asked "To celebrate the babe, Elain and Lucien and new alliances?" Rhys hummed along with his mate and you nodded. "Rhys?" You asked and his violet eyes met yours. "Can I stay here? Until it's safe for me to go home, to Autumn?" His eyes softened and he smiled at you gently. "Of course, you always have a room here, Y/N" He looked to Eris. "You both do." Nyx clapped his hands and Feyre added "As does his cousin." She smiled at her son who buried himself further into Eris' chest. "He's not going to like sharing you, Eris." She said with a laugh.

Dinner was a regal affair, Rhys had pulled out all the stops. The drinks were flowing for everyone but you, Eris has also chosen not to drink, solidarity between the two of you, if you couldn't enjoy the sweet wine then neither would he. The music was loud in Rita's as you tugged on Eris' arm. He beamed down at you "Yes love?" You met his russet eyes and smiled. "Let's do it now, get married or whatever you call it. Right now." He laughed "Seriously? You want too?" You nodded. "I don't want to wait, I don't want a huge ceremony." He grinned and nodded "Okay." You dragged him towards Rhys and Feyre and whispered something to Rhys who smirked, Feyre's smile appeared a few moments later, knowing Rhys had told her through their mind connection. Eris dissapered from your side and reappeared with Lucien in tow. "He's my brother." He offered you an explanation and you beamed at him. "You don't need to explain." You looked at Feyre. "Can you get Elain and Nesta?" And then at Rhys "Cassian, Az and Mor too, a family affair." She smiled at you and went to find your sisters. As the others appeared by your side.

Mor insisted you weren't getting married or having a mating ceremony in what you were currently wearing, but fortunately she had just the dress as she dragged you to her room in the House of Wind. You had to give it to her, it was perfect. Autumn Court red, leaves of emerald and gold dancing up the bodice. It was beautiful. She lead you down to the library where Rhys was waiting outside the door. "Will you do me the honour of giving you away? I hear that's a human tradition?" You smiled at him, wide and toothy. "I would love that Rhys." He offered you his elbow. "I had to fight Lucien for the role but he's being what you humans call a best man?" You laughed and nodded. "Makes sense, why the library?" He smiled again. "Eris picked it, he thought you would love it." You beamed from ear to ear. "I do love it." He smiled back at you. "Let's go then." And you took his elbow, the double doors of the library opened and everyone else faded out as you took in your mate, he'd also had an outfit change, his tunic and trousers complementing your dress perfectly. You caugh Mor's eye and she smirked. Lucien elbowed his eldest brother who span to look at you, his mouth fell open and you could feel the blush creeping up your cheeks.

You were ready to start the rest of your life with him, with your mate, with Eris Vanserra.

[husbandhannie]

restaurant

pairing: dino (seventeen) x f!reader ("lady sol")

word count: 1080

genre: fluff, historical au

warnings: none, really. reader has some insecurities and bad friends.

a/n: came up with this while talking to @starlightjoong. the first name of the reader is "sol", for my favorite lee chan lover.

taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @zurikyo @husbandhoshi @kimhyejin3108

"my apologies for being late, lady sol".

you look up at the unfamiliar voice, taking in the handsome young man that takes the seat across you. you've been sitting alone at the exclusive restaurant for a few minutes now, waiting for the soon-to-be viscount who asked you out for tea. you suppose you should've known he would stand you up.

on paper, you are quite the catch - the eldest daughter of an earl, educated in the finest institutions, known for being able to hold a conversation with anyone. but reality doesn't work according to bullet points listed on paper. you've been largely ignored by bachelors in the society so far, and you know why - your figure isn't ideal, the freckles on your face are too pronounced, and most of all, you don't know how to act coy.

you should've known you'd get stood up today, even your well-meaning friends asked you if you "were sure" the future lord meant to ask you out. they had asked kindly, but you knew what they were getting at. so now you sit here as patrons of this restaurant watch you drink your tea alone, no doubt waiting for you to break down so they can gossip about this later. what was she thinking, you can hear them say, that a man would want her outside of a marriage of convenience?

"lady sol?", the man in front of you whispers, his eyes concerned. he's very handsome, you can't help but think.

"pardon me, sir", your voice is small, "there's been a mistake. i wasn't expecting you".

"i know", he gives you a patient smile, "just work with me here, my lady. the vultures are watching".

oh. handsome and kind. what an attractive combination.

on one hand, you want to resist his offer - you don't want to subject this nice stranger to an hour of conversation with you. on the other hand though, the notion of spending some time with a stranger who you'll probably never see again is irresistible, and you have nothing to lose.

"alright, then", you smile, hoping he can't sense your nerves.

"the name's lee, my lady", his answering smile is wide. comforting. welcoming.

oh that makes sense. the lees are a powerful noble family scattered across the country, the most notable branch being the one with the duke and his brother - an elusive businessman who owns many exclusive restaurants around the country, including the one you're in right now. this is probably a cousin of the duke's, arriving for tea at the family-owned place. you wonder if he'll stay long enough for you to show him around the city.

"so, lady sol", he begins, nodding at a waiter, "would you be interested in some dishes not yet available for order? i know the owner".

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"it wasn't funny when it happened", you chuckle even as you say it, giddily watching mr. lee's tipped-back head as he lets out peels of laughter at your story of how you accidentally pushed your father into a lake. you're sure other people in the restaurant are watching, but you've long stopped caring.

you like this, you realize. this is better than being asked out by some lord to be courted. this is what you want, to sit and share laughter with someone who doesn't expect you to be coy. who enjoys you, just as you are.

the clock chimes and you check out the time - where did three hours ago? time does fly when you're having fun, it seems. you're supposed to be at home, you think with defeat. it's time to go.

"i should be leaving", even your voice sounds despondent, "my family is expecting me".

"ofcourse", you hope you're not imagining the disappointed look on his face. you hope he'll say he wants to see you again.

"i'll walk you out, my lady", he gets up and walks behind you, helping you out of your chair. you've been at the receiving end of this gesture all your life, but it's never made your heart beat like it does now.

you wait as he asks for your coat to be retrieved, murmuring a "put the bill on my tab" to the manager. he holds your coat out for you, and you wonder if the staff can see the pink on your cheeks.

the two of you step out of the restaurant, thanking the doorman. he must come here a lot, you think, he knows the names of the staff. would he see you the next time he's in the city? would it be too inappropriate for you to ask him if he'd like to?

"thank you for today, mr. lee", you say as you wait for your chauffeur to bring the car around, "i am forever indebted to you".

"no need for the thanks, lady sol", his eyes are honest, "this will be the highlight of my week", he pauses, hesitating, "will you consider having dinner with me tomorrow, here?"

"yes, i would love to", you answer too quickly, your wide smile matching his.

"we can't have it here, though", you turn to him suddenly as your car approaches, "this place is closed on thursdays".

"oh, i think they can make an exception for the owner", his eyes are observant, judging your reaction.

oh. oh. OH.

he's lee chan. the mysterious brother of the duke. one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. ofcourse you didn't recognize him, he's famously private. you don't think you've ever heard of him even attending a ball.

"i - forgive me", you stutter, "i didn't recognize you, i -"

"it's all well", he shakes his head, "i had the best time with you, lady sol. i mean it".

you blush, not being able to formulate an adequate response.

"will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?", his eyes are desperate as your car comes to a stop a few steps away.

"yes, i would love to, mr -"

"chan", the blush on his face is endearing, "call me chan".

"i'll see you tomorrow, chan".

on a whim, you turn away from the car to face him, your hands gently holding his arms as you peck his cheek softly.

"you can call me sol", you whisper in his ear, "till tomorrow, chan".

you quickly climb the car without looking at his face, your cheeks hot at your actions. when you turn back to see him through the back window, he's still standing on the same spot, one hand on his cheek he gazes at your car.

[soracities]

hello love, i really appreciate your takes on beauty. could you expand a little on facial hair? this is merely for reassuring purposes, and i would additionally love to hear your thoughts. adore you very much.

you're lovely, thank you ♡

to be quite honest, i don't know if there is much i can really expand on--for any physical feature, really--because, for me, i really want to look at them and treat them as just another thing: hair is just a thing, freckles are just a thing, cellulite is just a thing, hyperpigmentation is just a thing--they are all part and parcel of the myriad combinations of very ordinary things that your body just does. on its own facial hair is just a thing on the same level as toenails or rough elbows, but even then i don't like to look at them in isolation and assess them in terms of their beauty or potential beauty on that alone: they are part of a whole to me which is a living, breathing, moving, laughing existence. every part of me is something that has been passed down from generation to generation to generation. every part of me is something i've been gifted from another human who's long gone but lived long enough to leave me a fragment of their existence on this earth: somewhere in my family tree is someone who gave me my too-long arms and while i may not like these proportions i can't ignore that someone used those same arms to clamber trees, hug loved ones, pick up children, mend walls and roofs, or defend themselves in a fight. similarly somewhere in my family tree is someone who now only exists through the too-big forehead i inherited, or the weirdly curved knees, or the grey chin hairs of my mother and grandmother (which i could very well get), or the high hairline, or the small mouth, or any other physical feature that, yes, i could get insecure about and hate (and i do struggle with it), but whose history is too wide and far-reaching for me to reduce it to pure aesthetics or whatever is in vogue.

the way my body is put together--the way anyone's body is put together--is a miraculous ongoing conversation between various threads of human history, between disparate lives that never ever would have come together if it weren't for some insane statistical fluke that put your father's eyebrows above your great-great-great maternal grandma's nose, that gave your eyes the same colour as everyone else in your family but sourced the curve of their eyelids or their very shape from some obscure gene that hasn't been seen since some distant cousin a century and a half ago. and you are the site of that conversation, you're host to all these parts that have continued, uninterrupted, for millions of years to result in the person you see in the mirror. how are we going to dismiss all that for....what? for some arbitrary map society pins on your body telling you where you can and can't grow hair? that my genes didn't see fit to make sure my eyebrows align with the trendy new thing?

i want to be clear, i'm not saying it's an easy perspective to internalise and i know that different bodies are policed and politicised in drastically different ways. but i can only speak from my perspective and how i have tried (am trying) to deal with it all and again, for me, the most important thing is to look at every part of the body as just a thing--not more or less than any other part, no value or aesthetic potential tied to it, but simply a series of responses to different environments, speaking of different times, different places, different heritages. they are all working together to keep me alive, to keep that conversation with the lives i owe these features to alive. that i am here, that i get to witness it, that i get to live through this body--laugh through it and love through it and move through it and cry through it and hurt through it and heal through it, just as all those before me did--that's what i want to honour, if this makes sense?