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Death as the life she fled

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Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

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Summary: Death has a son, but she cannot stay away. She should though, because in the end it will hurt even more when she has to let him go.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, hurt, swearing, character death

a/n: here's the agathario one shot that made me cry writing it lmao enjoy

It hurts, watching them from afar. Lurking in the shadows as a life so precious grows without knowing their other parent, her. Lady Death.

From his conception to his birth, Death hoped against all odds that her child would come into the world free of all her burdens, healthy and vigorous as any children should be. Not sickly and so frail that her love refused to let her come near, afraid that she was going to take him away.

Eventually, she will be forced to lead her baby boy into the afterlife, say nothing as Agatha curses her for eternity. She knows her wife well, if you could even still call her that. Knows the nightmares that plague her every night, knows the reason why she keeps on killing other witches. A simple distraction for her, keeping Rio occupied so that her heavy gaze doesn’t next fall on their precious boy.

Even when their son is nothing but a newborn that only knows hunger and his mother’s love Rio cannot stay away. She tries to, of course. But one such night where Agatha is exhausted as any new mother is, sleep deep from exhaustion and their son’s fussing through the day, Nicky’s cries echoing in the forest, Death approaches her son. His intelligent blue eyes seem to immediately recognize her, as tiny as they are, for he reaches out for her while making noises that no entity like her should fold for.

But she does, fall for her son every night that she comes for him. Every night she can she cradles him in her arms while his other mother is none the wiser, bonding with Nicky like any normal human mother would. She calms him in the depths of night when Agatha cannot, learns the way he likes to be rocked when something sets him off, knows he likes to listen to her voice when she speaks like he remembers her doing when he was still in her Love’s womb before his birth.

Sometimes she stays with Nicky until the sun rises, on the rare nights where her work doesn’t urgently need her. Rio keeps her little boy safely in her arms, asleep until she puts him back in Agatha’s arms when she has to leave. As he gets older he sees her fade into the early morning shadows, and Rio knows that her son is able to see her still when she goes into her realm to evade her wife’s notice.

It is not until the boy reaches two and a half years of age, such a sweet period filled with many milestones for any children, long after Nicky learns to walk and just starts to say a few words, that Agatha starts to get suspicious about her nightly visits. She sees the way their son looks over her shoulder, tiny blue eyes always fixed on the shadows around them, little mouth forming a pout without fail when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for.

He calls Agatha mama, their boy, and he has taken to calling her mami. Such a sweet word in the mouth of their son, but one that sheds light upon their apparent connection that shouldn’t even exist.

There’s a plague striking the little town where Agatha chose to settle in this time, and as always people are not strong enough to fight through the sickness, so it is said that Death should come for them. Nicky is only two, unaware of what he’s done when he calls for his mami when he sees her take a poor woman’s soul in the afterlife. Rio freezes, eyes wide as she turns to her son to see him in the arms of Agatha.

“Mami! Mami!” Nicky cries out with tears in his eyes, not comprehending why his mama won’t let go of him. He doesn’t understand why he never sees his mothers together, doesn’t know why his mama gasps in horror when it dawns on her why her little boy has taken to calling her a word that wasn’t even meant for her to begin with. “Want mami!”

Rio tries to stop her boy but it is too late, the air shimmers around her and for the first time in as long as their son has been on earth Agatha finally lays eyes upon her. In shock she let go of Nicky who doesn’t waist time running to Rio, and as a reflex more than anything lady Death bends down to receive his tiny body in her arms. She stills has her work face on, bones and all, yet her sweet boy sees nothing but his mami as he looks into her eyes.

“Mami me miss you! Please stay with me and mama!” Nicky continues calling out for his mami despite being reunited with her. It has been days since he last saw her, he really missed the sound of her voice, the way she would cuddle him at night when mama is asleep. He totally misses the utter fury in Agatha’s eyes as Rio cuddles him. ‘’Mama always sad, please make mama happy? I no want mama cry!’’

It’s Rio’s turn to cry, because she knows. She knows Agatha cries herself to sleep most night, sees it in the tear tracks visible down her pale cheeks when she comes to visit Nicky. But now, hearing it from their baby boy’s mouth…

‘’I know sweet boy, I am aware,’’ Rio admits to her son, kissing him on the forehead. Nicky presses himself as close to his mami as he can, craving her warmth. ‘’But mami cannot stay with you both, she has a job to do. I told you, do you remember mijo?’’

‘’Mmh, mami help people when they die, si?’’

‘’That’s right Nicky, I help their soul settle into the afterlife,’’ Rio continues talking, aware of Agatha approaching at her back. She wipes her tears away, slowly detangling herself from her son. ‘’You have to go back with mama now though, mami has to work okay?’’

‘’Mami come back after?’’

This, the hopeful look on her son’s face is all it takes to break Lady Death. And so despite the open hostility in her beloved’s eyes intended for her, Rio squeezes her son tighter against her and makes him a promise that even she knows she might not be able to keep.

‘’For you? Always mijo, I will always come back.’’

Nicky goes back into his mama’s arms with red eyes, hiding his little face in his mother’s chest so as not to make his mami even more sad by seeing him cry. The son of Death stays oblivious to his mothers conflicted feelings for each other, blind to the love and anger his mama feels for his mami.

‘’How long has this been going on?’’ Agatha asks with false calm, face neutral while her eyes convey a totally different story. ‘’How long have you been seeing my son without my permission?’’

‘’Our son Agatha, ours. Nicky is as much mine as he is yours,’’ Rio sighs, a heavy feeling settling in her chest. She fights to keep her composure, reins in her more impulsive thoughts. ‘’You can pretend that you hate me all you want my Love, but do not deny me this one thing. I am his mother, just like you.’’

‘’How long?’’

Rio knows this is a losing battle. She sighs again, ignoring the tugging for another soul’s retrieval for this one time.

‘’He was but three days old when I…when I started holding him in the night. I wished only to get a glimpse of our little miracle, to stay in the shadows and leave you alone, but Nicky was crying so much and you slept so profoundly I feared something was wrong so I-I appeared to him as I appeared to you when we first met,’’ Rio confesses, hands toying with a purple lily flower. ‘’He reached for me Agatha, with his tiny little hands he reached for me in the dark. Nicky stopped crying as soon as I held him, and the way he looked at me…I fell in love with our son the moment his eyes met mine. How could I not when he has his mother’s ey-‘’

‘’I forbid you from ever seeing him again, do you hear me?’’

‘’What?’’

Surely, Rio heard wrong. Agatha couldn’t be possibly asking her to-

‘’You heard me right the first time, Lady Death,’’ Agatha says with fury as she turns her back on Rio. ‘’Today is the last time you’ll ever lay your eyes upon my son, Rio. Go behind my back ever again and I’ll find a way to kill you even if it’s the last thing I do.’’

‘’My Love, please he’s my son too-‘’

‘’He is mine and I won’t let you take him away from me!’’

‘’You know I can’t change anything Agatha!’’ Rio shouts in a desperate attempt, broken by the alarmed eyes of their baby boy peeking through his mama’s hair. She feels his distress, sees how Nicky cowers from their fight. ‘’Please my Love, I love him just as much as I do you. You cannot ask me to stay away from our son because you’re afraid I’ll take him away!’’

The kiss is unexpected, full of lust, love and anger. Agatha moves against her like they’re the only people in the world, exploring Rio’s mouth with her tongue and pulling moans from her that Lady Death has no shame in letting out. Agatha bites down on her bottom lip, right hand coming up to cradle Rio’s cheek as their forehead settle against one another.

‘’You were the only person I thought I could trust in my entire life, yet one day you’re going to take my baby away from me,’’ Agatha breathes against her lips, a lone tear running down her cheek. ‘’And the worst part of all of this is that I still love you.’’

‘’Agatha, please-‘’

‘’Goodbye, my Love.’’

Six months. It takes Rio six months to find them again, the days bleeding into each other as she looks for her wife and son. The killing of witches had doubled in the last six months, Agatha’s effort in distracting her dwindling down as their boy’s birthday approaches. Which is partly to blame as to why Rio manages to find them.

Another dead coven, another job. She just barely leads the last witch into the afterlife when Rio feels tiny hands tugging at her robe. She stops, looking down into the bright blue eyes of a very special little boy.

‘’MAMI! I found you mami!’’

Nicky cries as Rio hugs him, heart whole once again as her little boy is back in her arms. She looks around, expecting to find Agatha running after their son, but not even the animals in the forest make a sound. No one is here but them.

‘’Oh mijo I missed you my little prince,’’ Rio whispers against his hair, breathing in the earthy scent of the little one in her arms. He stills smells the same, a mix of her and Agatha. ‘’But why are you on your own? Is your mama coming?’’

At the question her little boy bursts into tears, hiding his tiny face into her neck.

‘’It’s their fault mami, mama was hurt because of them,’’ Nicky cries as he squeezes Rio, blind to the way his mami’s eyes darken with anger. ‘’They tried to hurt me mami, they saw the flowers I made for mama and they threw rocks at me. One lady had a knife and mama got hurt because she pushed the lady away from me.’’

‘’Where is she? Where is your mama?’’

‘’In the water, she was writing something in the dirt but then…no more.’’

Rio ran, she ran until she arrived at the riverbank where Agatha was bleeding out with her face down. Nicky was silent as her eyes caught on to the writings in the dirt, the symbols and letters all part of a very familiar ritual.

‘’Oh my Love, you tried to call on me,’’ Rio cries out as she takes Agatha’s face in her hand, brushing her lips against her cheek. ‘’My smart girl, I’m right here with you. Everything’s going to be okay.’’

There is an imperceptible green glow to her lips as Rio brushes them against Agatha’s nose, her cheeks, her jaw, her neck and lastly her lips. There is no more bleeding by the time Rio sits back to witness Agatha’s skin turning back to its natural color, Nicky pressing into her side to see the change.

‘’Your mama is a very smart woman mijo, never forget that,’’ Rio says, smiling when her boy cuddles deeper into her. Agatha’s eyelids flutter and her heart drops, knowing that she has to leave. ‘’Take care of your mama for me, okay Nicky?’’

‘’I will mami, don’t worry,’’ Nicky says with a big smile on his face. His tiny face turns sad as Rio gets up, dusting her cloak as she turns around, and that is how she completely misses Agatha opening her eyes. ‘’But mami, who will look after you?’’

‘’Don’t worry mijo, I’ll be fine on my own.’’

If only she had turned around at this very moment instead of slipping into the shadows like usual, Rio would’ve seen the yearning on Agatha’s face, the lingering regret as she let her leave without saying anything.

The circle continues like before. Rio comes back almost every night to see Nicky, only this time Agatha is aware of her nightly visits. Sometimes she’s awake, other times not. She never says anything though, only watches in silence as Rio and Nicky bond more together each night.

But alas their blissful time together had to come to an end, eventually.

Nicky falls sick three days after his sixth birthday and never gets better. Everyday his tiny body is wracked by coughing fits too great for a boy his size, fever too high for someone so young.

They try, Agatha and Rio, for months they try to find a remedy to their son’s sickness. But deep down they know nothing is to be done, that it is inevitable.

Something to be known about Nicky is that he loves to sing, he even created a song with his mama. At this point he hasn’t used his voice for anything other than talking for months, until one day. One deceptively peaceful day, where he sings for a small crowd in a tavern as Agatha tries to con people into giving her money, old habits die hard they say.

When Nicky finishes his little song, nausea hits him. He gets down from his stool, stumbling as he walks by tables and benches, turning around only when his mama calls for him.

‘’I have to go now. My mother is waiting for me.’’

Agatha is frantic as she runs after him, knows what he meant when he said those words. Try as they might, Rio’s calling to him. That night they fall asleep in front of a dying fire, Nicky safely enveloped in his mama’s arms with a content smile on his face.

Rio comes out of the shadows the moment they fall asleep. Her dark eyes are lined with tears, a torch in her hand as she observes her little boy opening his eyes in the dark of night. He smiles when he sees her, ever her happy boy.

‘’Is it time mami?’’

Rio nods, a finger resting over her lips telling her son to stay quiet so as not to wake Agatha. Nicky almost bolt towards her immediately, but it is without counting Rio gesturing towards his mama. The little boy smiles again, turns around and bends down, kisses once, then twice his mother’s cheek.

‘’See you later mama!’’

Lady Death cries as her son runs into her arms, her smart little boy ever trying to comfort her. She takes a step with him still in her arms, another tear falls.

‘’Don’t cry mami, I’m okay,’’ Nicky says as she keeps walking. He gently pokes Rio on the nose, trying but failing to lift her spirit. ‘’It’s your turn to take care of me, right?’’

In front of them the veil to the afterlife opens, cold air seeping from the opening. Rio knows she’ll be able to see her son again, but Agatha never will. Unless she dies, and that she will never allow.

Nicky jumps down from her arms, stops right as he passes a foot through the veil, and turns a sad eye onto Death.

‘’You take care of mama okay?’’

The next day when Agatha awakes, she’s cold. So very cold, and so is her little boy. Her heart drops as Nicky’s face stays frozen in time when she turns him her way. She shakes him in vain, cries to the sky to bring her boy back to her, to give her more time. She only needs more time…

‘’Agatha?’’

Blue eyes fall upon a figure dressed in green, time stops.

‘’Did he suffer?’’

‘’Of course not,’’ Rio admits, a tear leaking from her eye. ‘’He went in his sleep, didn’t feel a thing.’’

‘’Good.’’

Rio breathes, takes a step, tries to reach for Nicky but recoils as Agatha slaps her hand away.

‘’I made him kiss you goodbye,’’ Rio tries, for the last time, to connect with Agatha. It doesn’t go well, as one would imagine, and a purple glow overtakes her love’s blue irises. ‘’My Love, you know I didn’t want to do it. If I could-‘’

‘’Leave.’’

‘’What?’’

‘’Leave and never come back.’’

‘’You don’t mean that, Agatha.’’

‘’Yes I do. Nicky was my son and you took him,’’ Agatha screams as she stands up, purple mist wrapping around her. ‘’He was mine and you took him!’’

‘’HE WAS MY SON TOO! Don’t you dare take that away from me, he was my baby too!’’ Rio yells back as furious tears run down her cheeks. ‘’You’re angry well I’m angry too! I hoped everyday that he wouldn’t suffer the consequences of our actions, that Nicky wouldn’t die simply because he’s Death’s son. Don’t you think I blame myself enough for both of us? Don’t you think I would give my own life to get him back?! I would tear down the entire world to get our baby back if it meant having you back too, but I can’t. I lost him and I lost you, and there’s nothing I can fucking do about it!’’

Death leaves and never comes back. Not until centuries later, when a group of witches summon her onto this fake reality made by the son of the Scarlet Witch. Blue eyes meet brown as a flower is presented, love centuries old gone undetected in her eyes by everyone but her. Her Agatha.

‘’Surprise, my Lady.’’

#marvel #wlw #agathario #agatha harkness #rio vidal x agatha harkness #rio vidal

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zalrb · 3 months ago

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PLL 2x09 Review - As Per Anon Request

NO. I do not need to see Ezra and Aria in bed together. This is a violent way to open the episode.

OR Aria and Hair.

Why is this a dream? And Aria what do you even LIKE about Hair?

LMAO what would be so horrific about Jenna being able to see again? GUYS. PLEASE.

"Think about it, there's no way for A to know which lotions are mine and which ones are yours" Really? Because A knew when Spencer would get into the car and which radio station she was listening to to send her a message at the exact right moment.

I'm just thinking about how these teens talk to their parents because in the drunk review me and initium did, Hanna came out in that red dress and me and her were like um, where are YOU going? Where are you going in that? Lmao. No. I could never.

Aria: *has a sex dream about Hair* Emily: Oh my god, HOW COULD YOU. Ha.

"I can see why you're attracted to him." He's mysterious and wounded. I mean, is he? Like ... is he?

"And we all know you love to fix things" SINCE WHEN? WHEN HAVE WE SEEN THIS? THAT SOUNDS LIKE SPENCER.

"Why are you dreaming about [Hair] when you have Ezra?" "I don't have Ezra. I just thought it would be so much easier once he was at Hollis but it seems like every time we try to take a step forward, someone or something gets in our way" OK I'm not condoning the nightmare of a relationship that is Ezria but this isn't true right now. Like, he's trying to spend time with you and you're like nah I don't feel like it. So just have dialogue that reflects the action happening onscreen please.

All of them freaking out because Jenna might get surgery to see is hilariously ridiculous. Jenna seeing doesn't change anything. Like why would she come after you now about being an accessory to blinding her just because she can see? WHAT?

THINGS WILL BE WORSE IF SHE CAN SEE. But, like, how though?

"Well, for one, she will be able to aim a gun." Spencer "the devil has a name and his name is Toby" is SO dramatic 🤣

"Jenna is scary enough with four senses. Can you imagine what she'll do to us with all five?" Jenna hasn't really done anything to all of you, though. Hanna, I get, because Caleb was her spy but really.

Every time I see Hanna's mom I just think of

"Aren't you hot?" "I am now." She's a child.

IN HIS OFFICE? I hate them so much.

"He was hired by somebody to find me." "Who?" His mom. "My mother." It's always the mother.

Emily, just exchange numbers with all of them because you like hanging out with them. A didn't say that you had to flirt with Zoey.

Caleb really acts like Hanna's house is his house.

This Mike plot is pointless.

I don't feel bad for Emily, she did this whole thing in a super sketchy way and she didn't have to.

Touching her arm without any words of comfort is weird, Hair.

Why couldn't they have just left while her mom was home? Just say you're going to go to the Rosewood equivalent of the Grill and leave?

"What are you Jane Bond now?" Emily, she's just taking a key and going into a shed.

Hair is even more menacing than Damon.

Lmao why would she tell him to come to California that night? For the DRAMA, Zal. The drama.

Oh dear lord, Caleb cannot cry. Hanna is carrying this.

That is a terrible goodbye kiss. Where is the DRAMA. Like I'm not expecting high intensity kdrama kisses

but you can't give me some Scira?

or some Jeyton?

or some Forwood?

NOTHING?

Like Hanna is trying but Caleb is Caleb and the tone of the music isn't right, like it's just oddly like they're trying not to make it dramatic or charged?

Why aren't you guys texting AND calling? You did that before.

"I wanted to tell you in the off chance that you feel the same way" and then just kisses her.

You grown ass men, she's a sixteen year old child.

Leaving the flashlight in the centre of the shed is so ridiculous because what exactly is the point of that. I know you were in here. So WHAT?

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euphorial-docx · 2 years ago

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Hi Mary i think you have very exceptional taste in movies, music art in general. I wanted to ask you whether you could share what are your few favourite movies and series that you could recommend (besides bones and all, that I know you love and I am already obsessed with) hope your having good calm time and enjoying the summer

hi! thank you very much! and i love that it’s a Thing that i love bones and all. i’m very happy to be branded by that movie lmao.

here are all my favorite movies and shows (separated), and the reasons why i love them because i cannot help myself from sharing my opinions <3

my favorite movies:

hellboy (2004, dir guillermo del toro) — i watched this movie with my dad often as a kid. guillermo del toro blends so many genres into this movie without it feeling inconsistent, and the production, costuming, and hair and makeup is just gorgeous. i feel this is a criminally underrated comic book adaptation.

waves (2019, dir trey edward shultz) — this movie is something else in a great way. i don’t think i’ve ever seen a movie structured, edited, and shot like this. the use of screen resolutions and the camera work make it very visually interesting the entire way through. the acting is also phenomenal (and it’s the movie that made me fall in love with taylor russell)

juno (2007, dir jason reitman) — another one from my childhood. there’s something so cozy about this movie to me. the actors are great, the dialogue can be both hilarious and heartbreaking, and it’s generally cute a little story.

20th century women (2016, dir mike mills) — i feel like this movie’s selling point is it’s plot. it’s set in the 70s about a single mother in her late-50s trying to raise her son, so she enlists two other women to help influence her son to be a good man. it’s just… so good. i want more people to see this movie. it shouldn’t be forgotten.

rhymes or young ghouls (2013, dir jeff barnaby) — it’s been a while since i’ve last seen it, but i first watched because it has one of my favorite actors it (devery jacobs— you will see her again here) but it quickly became a movie i’ll never forget. there are few movies about indigenous people, and even fewer that handle their trauma in a respectful and caring way. this movie is about indigenous people, by indigenous people, for indigenous people, and it’s great and it’s beautiful and it’s sad and it’s horrific and it certainly doesn’t fall into the “racist redemption” bullshit. not at all. this movie sheds light on a history that i was never taught about, and that i’m sure many people still don’t know about. this movie is an important watch, in my opinion. TW for residential schools, racism, rape, and abuse, so definitely be mindful of those topics.

moonlight (2016, dir barry jenkins) — one of the best coming of age movies ever made. all three acts are perfect. i don’t think there’s a single thing i don’t like about this movie. i genuinely can’t think of any flaws. it’s visually beautiful, the acting is beautiful, the dialogue is beautiful— everything is beautiful. deserved the oscar and more. a review of letterboxd sums my feelings about it up perfectly: visual poetry with the emotional depth of the fucking ocean itself.

aftersun (2022, charlotte wells) — this movie really feels like observing real people. it’s like watching home videos of a parent and kid on vacation. you can tell this story is so personal and so real, and the actors are incredible. it’s slow and melancholic, but it’s not boring and it keeps your attention. i was expecting to relate to the preteen girl, and i did, but i wasn’t expecting to relate to a single father turning 31. great movie. glad to see it get some light at the oscars this past season.

spider-man: across the spider-verse (2023, dirs joaquim dos santos, justin k thompson, kemp powers) — i don’t wanna spoil anything, but oh wow. oh wow.

everything everywhere all at once (2022, dirs the daniels) — instant classic. i’ve never been one for action/comedy/kung-fu movies, but this one’s blend of those genres and its imagination and humor and big heart make it something unique. it’s high energy, always interesting to look at, the costuming and hair and makeup are cool as fuck, and the acting is phenomenal. deserved to sweep at the oscars, and anyone that tells you differently is a loser trying so desperately hard to be different. don’t be different. love everytbing everywhere all at once. it deserves all the love.

and now…

my favorite shows:

mr robot (2015-2019, created by sam esmail) — my absolute favorite show ever made. it’s so hard to describe this show to other people, but you just need to watch it. it’s so precise in its decisions and so thoughtful with every single scene. the quadrant framing of the cinematography shows you the tone of the show and makes you feel what the characters feel in such simple ways. it’s truly stunning and the unraveling story is so intricate and infinitely layered. i feel this show’s message only resonates more as time passes. it’s scarily realistic.

game of thrones (2011-2019, created by david benioff, db weiss, george rr martin) — i’ll address the obvious: the ending sucks. the cracks in the show start to show in season 5, begin to crumble throughout 6-7, and complete breaks in season 8. BUT! seasons 1-4 is some of the best television ever made. the characters are multidimensional, the story is carefully crafted (thank you, george rr martin), and actions have consequences. even though the ending sucks, the beginning is well worth it.

house of the dragon (2022-current, created by miguel sapochnik, ryan condal, george rr martin) — yes, it’s a spin-off of game of thrones, but you don’t need to have seen game of thrones to watch house of the dragon. so if you don’t want to suffer through game of thrones season 8, just watch this prequel! it has everything i loved from season 1-4 of games of thrones but with a bigger budget. it’s great. i have hope that it will get even better.

the last of us (2023-current, created by craig mazin and neil druckmann) — my favorite video game ever made turned into one of my favorite shows ever made. the last of us was in good hands. as a fan of the games, i was beyond satisfied with what hbo did. It captures the heart of the story while also expanding on things us gamers never got to explore much. it’s everything i could’ve asked for in an adaptation. patiently looking forward season 2– you can’t rush greatness. and i already waited half a decade between the first game and the second. i can wait a year or two for the second season.

deadly class (2019, created by rick remender and miles orion fieldscott) — it’s a high school for assisins. what else do you need to know? seriously though, i love this show. it unfortunately got cancelled, but i think it’s great just in its one season. the music is good, the acting is good, it balances wit and existential drama. it is pessimism wrapped in a creative bow, and i love it and am forever wishing i got to see a season 2. i’m holding out hope rick remender can get another shot at adapting it in some way in the future. also check out the comics! they’re great too.

the walking dead (2010-2022, created by robert kirkman, tony moore, charlie adlard, and (formerly) frank darabont) — this one might be biased. i grew up watching this show, i still love this show. i have walking dead posters and played all the games and even have twd socks. i just love the walking dead. of course it has zombies (that look great, by the way; makeup killed it), but it’s also a very good inter-personal drama. it loses its footing around season 6 and stumbles a bit through 7-8, but season 9 finds its balance again and brings back everything i loved about the show. whether or not you like zombies or hate them, give the walking dead a chance. i really think it would surprise a lot of people.

reservation dogs (2021-current, created by sterlin harjo and taika waititi) — here is that devery jacobs i promised. this is a coming of age comedy about teenagers on a oklahoma reservation who steal, rob, and save money with the hopes of moving to california. it’s hilarious, but it also touches on many issues the indigenous communities face— namely suicide. you can tell the people on camera and behind the camera love this project, and again it’s a show made by indigenous people, about indigenous people, for indigenous people.

ok. i think that’s it! there all the film that i love. i hope y’all check some of them out because they’re all pretty good :)

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g0ttal0ve101 · 1 year ago

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n for the emoji asks errr,mmm

🤥👻💥🍰🍁💓(don’t have to do all of them lmao..) for ermmmm Evelyn, Sam, Lulu (and Thomas⁉️)

HERE I AM AGAIN WITH MY GAY PROPAGANDA 😹

tw: violence and obsessive behavior <3

🤥 - Are they a good liar? Do they have tells to show they’re lying?

Evelyn: British people never lie!! but seriously though, she hardly ever lies so it would be PAINFULLY obvious. I think she’d probably just look too intensely at their face and give it away but looking guilty asf.

Sam: YES. He is such a good liar that no one EVER suspects him of doing any wrong. He lies so gracefully without slipping up that the only way someone could catch him is if A.) They fact check him horrendously. B.) Someone else denies his alibi. C.) Riley is the one asking questions. cause let me tell you. HE’S ON HIS KNEES FOR RILEY. HE WILL FAIL TO LIE TO HER.

Lucian: eerrmm…he’s so painfully blunt that I can hardly imagine him ever lying but if he did, I think he’d give it away by giggling a lot. Like he won’t be able to take himself seriously and probably just give up 💀 - This doesn’t include the times he lies about his home life, he’s very shaky and obvious then too.

Thomas: You will NEVER know when he’s lying or telling the truth. NEVER. He’s so full of shit that it’s hard to decipher whenever he’s being honest even a little. This is because he ties his lies in with lots of truth and tricks people into believing his dumbass information. Seriously though, he’s scary good at it. The only teller I would say is if he has his hands tucked behind his back. Even then though, he might be saying some truthful shit combined with it.

👻 - Do they believe in ghosts? Why or why not? Ghostly experiences?

Evelyn: I’d like to believe she does. Not because she had any experience with the paranormal, but because she has hope that her family still lingers around her home to keep her company. :(

Sam: Yes. His mother talks about seeing ghosts way more often than he’s comfortable with. And of course, that’s his mama, he’ll always believe what she tells him. (Even if he cries afterwards.)

Lucian: Sadly, he gave up on that a long time ago. He used to believe in ghosts for the sole reason of wanting to pretend his papa was still with him, but nevertheless, he realized he was simply talking to walls every night.

Thomas: LMAO-no? He’s not sentimental at all. He personally likes to think that everyone who dies just disappears and never comes back. Because if they did, he’d have to fist fight at least 200 zombies.

💥 - What emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Evelyn: Anxiety, anger, and disgust. Whenever these things combine, she has a mental breakdown and starts her way on a killing spree!! (Violet NEEDS to get her a leash for whenever that happens.)

Sam: Jealousy and obsession. When he feels his jealousy urges, someone will end up in his basement, never to see the light of day again. When he feels his obsessive urges, he’ll end up in Riley’s closet watching her every move. Mix them together and…haha. OFC SADNESS TOO BC HE’S CONSTANTLY CRYING BUT-

Lucian: Sadness. It’s almost impossible to have a deep conversation with Lucian without having him tear up just a little bit. Even if its far in the past, he won’t hesitate to shed a few tears for whoever he speaks to. Mention any of HIS past and he WILL cry. There’s no helping that.

Thomas: Rejection. Thomas. cannot. handle. rejection. Even if it’s not really an “emotion,” that’s the only thing I could think of that he can’t control his anger with. This rejection always leads to blackmail, to kidnapping, to torture, to arson, and it’ll keep going until whoever denied him begs for mercy.

🍰 - Favorite cake flavor? Are they specific about types of cakes?

Evelyn: Vanilla!! She loves any cake that Violet bakes for her! <3

Sam: Chocolate!! Preferably as much chocolate as possible.

Lucian: Strawberry!! He loves cheesecake and shortcake <3

Thomas: Chocolate!! He doesn’t care about desserts much but if anything, it has to be chocolate.

🍁 - What’s their favorite season? Why?

Evelyn: Spring. She hates winter and summer because they’re too extreme with the weather, so spring is a balanced season for her.

Sam: Fall. He loves Halloween, the pumpkins, the fallen leaves, the crisp air, all of it. Just the feel of fall makes him happier than anything else.

Lucian: SUMMER!! Not only is it nice outside, but he doesn’t have school!! Also, he gets to spend tons of time with Kai whenever Ryan is away for work. (and the amount of sleepovers they have is crazy.)

Thomas: Winter. He’s a firebug, so he wants everything to be warm and cozy in his house. Also, he loves throwing snowballs at the back of innocent bystanders heads with his lame friends.

💗 - What gets their heart racing?

Evelyn: Her girlfriend ofc…💚! She doesn’t let anyone else touch her except for Violet, so whenever they have skin contact, her heart races out of her chest. It’s the best feelings in the world for her to have. <3

Sam: RILEY MORGAN. Everything about her just makes him swoon. He particularly loves whenever she takes control of the situation and starts making him feel like the guy being stalked. Anything with her being as obsessed as he is, his heart is rattling. <3

Lucian: A lot of things Kai does makes his heart POUND. He loves it when Kai steals his clothes, he loves it when Kai kisses his knuckles, he loves it when Kai tries his hardest to impress him by writing/reading, he loves it when Kai-…he just loves Kai. <3

Thomas: women (optional) - but in all seriousness, when someone denies him. I KNOW I SAID HE DOESN’T LIKE REJECTION BUT THAT’S THE POINT. He loves it and hates it at the same time. Like, who’s gonna deny Mr. Valedictorian? Mr. Popular guy? Mr. Rich guy? Mr. Big dick-ok maybe that’s a bit MUCH but you get my point. So, yeah. He gets off to that. <3

#oc: lucian williams #oc: thomas hall #oc: evelyn anderson #oc: sam vega #asks!!#oc ask game

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idyllic-affections · 2 years ago

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Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo

Tis' I, 🐉Anon!

I enjoyed those brainrots between you and Kaixserzz about Kaveh and Younger sibling![Name]'s relationship with each other and their... "differing" views of their mother, to say the least- and how it affects their relationship as the siblings grow up. I always enjoy those sort of part-character analysis part-drabble fics(?) That really dive into the perspectives and nuances of the characters, as well as address the issues that come up with issues like your mom deciding to bounce and re-marry… while both her children are still clearly wrestling with the grief of their fathers’ death (and one of them maybe or maybe not blaming himself for their death). Quite the intriguing read all around! The dichotomy was just lovely.

And oh yes. Yes yes YES! Dragon parents for the absolute W I N!!! Dude, dragons are the absolute coolest fantasy creatures, it ain't even up for debate. And dragon babies going through their growing pains ;-;Since dragons are reptilian, do you think they shed their skin like irl reptiles do? I imagine it'd be as painless as the horn shedding (I can't get the image of somebody witnessing that for the first time- maybe while giving the lil' guys™️ headsets and unintentionally brushing up against a horn- and just fucking FAINTING on the spot from sheer shock).

Oh oh, imagine dragon parents waking up (or getting woken up) to their dragon kiddies teething on their horns of tail, they're a tiny bit annoyed by it, but also find it really cute, so they decide to be wilfully ignorant for that moment.

Oh oh oh, you know how often in fantasy settings, how dragons tend to have "hords" of valuable items (most often loads and loads of prescious metals and gems… which would be oddly fitting for Zhongli, in spite of his horrible financial skills lol). Imagine the Dragon kiddos having their own little hords, but rather than gold and jewels and gems, they collect pretty looking rocks, feathers, sea shells (from visits to the beach with papa dragoon)... and maaaaybe some gold/mora/credits that they just so happened to find strewn around the streets.

hi lovely hello!!!! i'm sorry that this response is a little late but i am here to reply now ajskahahf <3

that's why i love having those kinds of discussions! it really creates a good opportunity to exchange thoughts and ideas about how such a specific scenario might affect each child differently. there is a ton of nuance in issues like that. i personally cannot sympathize with faranak. i don't like her. i don't care if she turns out to be genuinely sweet like kaveh. i do not like her whatsoever and i don't think her actions are justifiable. but from a writer's pov, it is... a lot more nuanced than that. and that's why i find such discussions to be really fun and enjoyable!

YESSSS DRAGON PARENTS...... pleasejshssng...... that is such a good question though! i feel like they would shed. or maybe some specific types of dragons would shed. but if they did shed...... imagine them taking little baths with warm water to help make it easier... i feel like that could be very soothing and comforting, especially if the dragon has a friend helping (because sheds have been known to become stuck sometimes, so i imagine it would be helpful to have someone gently hold on to the skin. i am planning on getting a snake soon so i have a handful of random bits of information related to this kind of thing stored in my brain!). i definitely agree that it's painless, though. AND THE HORN SHEDDING THING LMAO I LOVE THAT fucking PASSING OUT because the poor victim--who is presumably not a dragon of any kind--is just in pure shock

PLEASE teething on their horns and tail... i imagine it would be a little uncomfortable, but it's just very cute because this baby has the most innocent look in their lil eyes. and dragon parent also happens to know that it's probably helping relieve some of the pressure caused by their teeth coming in, so... they just deal with the slight discomfort it causes. maybe they also gently chide their kid later, but it's not severe punishment or anything.

YOU KNOW. AS SOMEONE WHO HAS A LITTLE HOARD OF GEMS AND MINERALS... i like this idea. i grew up collecting seashells and pretty rocks and honestly it's such a cute idea that the dragon children would do something similar. also you're so right about zhongli AJSHAKFHSNZG

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lumienyx · 4 years ago

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Black Emporium Fic Recs

okay i received literally the most amazing three (3????? how i deserve??? me????) gifts for the @black-emporium-exchange and i HAVE to scream about them otherwise i'm going to self-combust jUST LOOK AT ALL THE PERFECTION UNDER THE CUT👀👀👀😍😍😍

Treatise on Towers

Male Amell/Morrigan | T | Words: 1714

Two domestically-inept mages try to raise a god-baby.

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They told me the perfect Male Amell/Morrigan fic doesn't exist WELL I'M HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE THAT IT FUCKING DOES AND THIS!!! THIS IS IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They are the cutest and so is Kieran and I my soul haven't stopped shedding tears of happiness because this is literally E V E R Y T H I N G. And if you are, by any chance, as enamored with this pairing as I am, you can find it right over here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32980231

Me the whole time reading this:

rules of conduct

Anders/Male Hawke/Dorian Pavus | E | Words: 6343

“Excuse me,” said Dorian, so scandalized he sounded horrifyingly like his own mother, “this is private property. You can’t just squat here!”

The other man’s expression switched from apprehensive to outraged. “Oh really! And what law says that?”

Dorian gaped at him, momentarily speechless. “...Inquisition law?” he tried.

Brown eyes flashed an unearthly blue. “Land is part of nature, and cannot be owned. Any attempts to do so are fundamentally unjust.”

—

Hawke attempts to hide Anders in Skyhold. The ruse doesn’t last long.

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okay but HOLY HEAVENS ABOVE AND HELLS BELOW this is spectacular, hilarious, fantastic, unBELIEVABLY hot Dorihanders and I will keep it treasured close to my heart until eternity itself implodes and even then I shall not let the void take this perfection with it. Read AND PLEASE SCREAM W ME ABOUT it over here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33701074

Me the whole time reading this:

Sirens

Anders/Nathaniel Howe/Justice | E | Words: 15504

“Why would a mortal ever allow such a thing?” Justice asks.

Nathaniel ponders the question. “For life,” he says finally. Thoughtfully. “For love. Perhaps together, you can do what they cannot do alone. If you gave instead of taking, I would consider you no demon.”

It is something to consider, Justice thinks. Somehow, he is far more preoccupied with the way Nathaniel offers a smile: like he is someone who deserves to be loved.

~~~

WHEN I SAY I DIED—

IN THE BEST OF WAYS POSSIBLE MIND YOU

AND NOT JUST BECAUSE OF THE WORD COUNT BUT BECAUSE OF EVERY SINGLE WORD OF THIS STORY THAT LITERALLY HAD ME CRYING DURING WORK HOURS AND LAUGHING AND SQUEALING AND FANNING MYSELF (thank god i work from home lmao) AND

*S C R E A M S AGAIN*

okay just holy shit if you love Nanders and if you love Justice and you haven't read it yet, I have no idea what's stopping you save from not having the link well here it is: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33722368/chapters/83816623

Me the whole time reading this:

If any of the wonderful authors are seeing this post KNOW THAT I SHALL LOVE AND WORSHIP YOU TILL THE END OF TIME I CAN NEVER HOPE TO EXPRESS THE FULL EXTENT OF MY GRATITUDE BUT THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING!!!!!!!!! MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#dorihanders #justnanders #nanders #nathaniel howe #anders #male hawke #dorian pavus #male amell/morrigan #male amell #morrigan #justice #dragon age #fic recs #black emporium exchange

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selfwriting-sugarquills · 4 years ago

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70 Fred Weasley headcanons in celebration of 700 followers:

(plus an extra one, for the heck of it lmao)

You guys, thank you so much for 700 followers! I appreciate every single one of you and writing for the twins has been such a blast so far, much to the thanks of all of you <3

Find the 70 George Headcanons: Here

Fred has always been really good at sleight of hand stuff, as a kid, he could do card tricks with ease, steal baked goods from his mother’s kitchen and later on since his allowance wasn’t exactly anything to brag about, he’d steal sweets from honeydukes' on Hogsmeade trips, with the help of George, he’s not proud of it but in his defence, he was a stupid teenage boy at the time.

Fred is incredibly competitive and will hold onto anything you challenge him to for way longer than you might think. He’s definitely the type to “race you” anytime you’re headed to herbology, care against magical creatures or Hogsmeade together.

As the man himself said in the deathly hallows, Fred doesn’t like the idea of a big grandiose wedding ceremony, he’d prefer something more low-key and simple, where the focus is more on having fun and celebrating instead of neat seating plans and meticulously chosen decorations. Some flowers and booze will do, he’ll provide the fireworks - In essence, he only needs his S/O and the rest he couldn’t care less about.

George may be better at cooking, but Fred makes a damn good pancake and he will forever pride himself on that.

Fred is the more jealous, overprotective twin. He’s aware of this and tries his best not to let it go to his head but he can’t help it.

Fred snores, I’m pretty sure it’s canon that both twins snore, but Fred is louder and, as mentioned in my last headcanon post, a very heavy sleeper meaning it’s more difficult to get him to wake up so he can stop, your best shot is trying (and probably failing) to turn him over.

Fred is also a very restless sleeper, he’ll toss and turn, and occasionally dream about quidditch. I’m saying you might want to be aware that he might confuse you for a bludger in his sleep, don’t worry though, he’ll always apologise profusely and make it up to you with a lot of kisses (and maybe a bit more than that, if you’re keen ;))

Fred has an extensive caffeine addiction, which is unfortunate cause he’s quite hyper already but he can’t function properly until he gets his coffee in the morning, and then again in between lessons/at lunch and then again late in the afternoon. Sometimes, if he needed to write an essay that was due, he’d drink coffee at like nine pm. He knows he won’t be able to sleep because of it, please, Y/n, he’s accepted his fate.

I personally always imagined the twins as having ADHD, idk why it just fits their characters. Fred is for sure the more outwardly fidgety and intrusive, this gets less and less with age, as it does for a lot of ADHD people, his inability to focus remains the same though.

Fred loves being outside, he’s the first of the Weasley siblings to suggest a game of quidditch or just going outside for walks, hide and seek in the woods near their house. He absolutely loves taking his dates on walks in parks or at the beach and when he has kids he plays with them in their yard, building snowmen etc.

Fred probably suggests at some point that the whole family should go camping, and he’s actually really fun to camp with. He’ll tell the best scary stories by the campfire.

In regards to children, Fred wants a lot of kids. Like at least three but would be willing to have more if his s/o wants to. He just really likes the dynamic of a large family since that’s what he’s used to.

Fred’s favourite flavour of sweets is anything sour, the sourer the better, because of this he can handle it really well and he loves handing people some of his ridiculously sour candy and watching them squirm.

He also really likes spicy food, he’s a bit of a daredevil so don’t challenge him to eat anything because he will eat a whole chilli and nearly die.

You know he’d be really casual about it too, lol, like sweating and crying but just leaning on the counter like “*pant* what? hot? no not at all *deeeeep breath* I can ha-aw-rdly taste it!”

One thing about Fred is that he’s oddly squeamish, like seeing his brother’s ear blown off isn’t so bad (if you don’t take into account the emotional trauma that is), but a needle for a blood sample or a vaccine? oooh, he’s gonna need a big juice box and a cookie and his s/o’s hand to hold if he’s gonna make it through. He also has a thing about leeches. One time at Hogwarts they were mentioned in a lesson and he thought he was going to faint the entire time.

Fred’s broken five bones over the years, four are from quidditch: his left arm and two ribs, and then the other arm from trying to do an elaborate stunt on the stairs in the burrow and falling down two flights.

Fred loves to sing karaoke (because I cannot get that damn clip of James singing karaoke out of my head) though he particularly enjoys doing a very poor job on purpose.

Fred is such a good liar that on several occasions he’s given presentations in school and gotten good marks for them despite having bullshat his way through the entire thing.

Like seriously, he’s that guy in the group project who only looks at the slides like five minutes before the presentation and then just turns on a full charming newscaster voice on the professor to the point of them being genuinely convinced (albeit a little confused) that what Fred’s saying is true.

This is also why Fred loves playing card games like poker: he’s really good at bluffing.

Speaking of poker-face, he’s really quite good at teasing in public (if you’re into that sort of thing *wink*) because no matter the dirty deeds he might get up to under a table, his face remains as regular as always (safe for a little smirk to his lover every now and then)

Fred always wanted to learn an instrument, he thought it’d make him cooler when he was a teenager, as an adult, he just really wants to recreate that clip of the trombone-playing dad with the sunglasses, or maybe serenade some cows with jazz or something.

Fred was never a big fan of the uniform thing, so he always tried to make it his own, whether that be tying the tie differently, or having his sleeves rolled up; it’s not much but you gotta take what you can get when you’re literally dressed the same as everyone else.

Fred might make fun of his dad’s interest in muggle things but secretly he loves it too. He has spent a lot of hours in the shed with Arthur, assuring everyone that it was just to have some quality time with his dad but he would still pay close attention when Arthur explained things to him.

Fred had a whole business of selling candy from Honeydukes’ and joke products from Zonko’s to second and first years before he and George started dabbling with their own products, he could get you a butterbeer too but it’ll cost you an extra three galleons.

Fred really likes glitter, George has a thing for lace, anything that glitters on his s/o makes Fred weak. If you want to get your way just put on some glittery eyeshadow or lipgloss and watch him spin.

Since he loves things that glitter and gleam he loves buying his s/o jewellery, he loves seeing them wearing them as little tokens of their relationship.

Did someone say slight possession kink? oops not me

Fred is incredible with numbers, this is pretty much canon and has been explored but I’m just amazed at this boy’s wit AND intellect. I have a slight headcanon that if he ever goes on a proper first date with someone where a bill is involved, he impresses his date by calculating the tip after just a glance.

Even if Fred has a longstanding reputation of not caring about school, when he has kids he does want to help them with any coursework over the summer and Christmas breaks, he’ll even study up on his old books just to be able to help out in any classes he didn’t take/didn’t pay attention in.

Fred would, in general, be an amazing father. He’s goofy and playful most of the time, though he’s serious and incredibly caring whenever his kids are in a bad mood or have problems. He knows that he’s not the most outwardly emotional of the twins but he makes sure his kids know they can always talk to him about anything.

Fred is incredibly messy. His room is usually a cry for help and he only cleans it when it gets to the point where it distracts him from focusing on work.

No worries though, his S/O doesn’t have to do all the housework for him, he’ll do it. He just needs to be reminded that he needs to every once in a while.

Fred has a really bad temper, he doesn’t know where he gets it from but he tends to get angry easier than George, though Fred is better at letting it out so it doesn’t continue to bother him.

His bad temper does mean that he used to brawl more with siblings as a kid, and it wasn’t unusual to see him with scrapes and bruises as a kid, much to Molly’s dismay. Fred didn’t mind though, he thought it made him look tough.

Fred is more likely to get caught sneaking around because of his brash nature, he tends to forget just how quiet you have to be to avoid Mrs Norris in the corridors.

Fred is certainly not an early bird but his favourite time of day is, in fact, the morning when the sun’s coming up. He only knows this because of Wood’s ridiculously early quidditch practices but there’s something about the way the world looks when it’s bathed in soft golden light that just hits different to Fred.

Fred is a great team player, as much as he seems like he’s more selfish than George, if it’s regarding a team activity (like quidditch or a battle of sorts) he’ll completely lose all focus on himself and only try to ensure other’s safety and victory. This is also why he plays as a beater, he’s not afraid of getting hit at all when he’s focused on getting the bludgers away from his teammates.

So if his s/o ever needs it, he’ll be there to help with anything: Needs to take a day off from work to take care of his sick s/o? no problem. Needs to stay up with his small child because his s/o is exhausted and needs rest? On it. Something as small as carrying groceries or books, making a cup of tea when the other is busy or doing the dishes is all on the list of things that Fred will happily do for his s/o, and often without having to be asked, he’ll just do it.

Fred’s boggart is seeing his family members and/or his s/o hurt beyond what he can save. Essentially his worst fear is being helpless when he needs it most.

One of those times was when George lost his ear. The first night when George was lying practically unconscious on the couch with blood everywhere was the worst night of Fred’s life, he truly felt so anxious and helpless and angry that he vomited and ended up passing out next to the couch after staying up till sunrise watching his brother like a hawk.

He didn’t just sleepwalk when he was younger, he also often experienced nightmares, it’s only George, Molly and Arthur who remembers anything about this.

They got less and less the older he got and he assumed that he’d never be bothered by them again until after the second wizarding war and the battle of Hogwarts.

I don’t like to headcanon that he dies cause he didn’t and that’s final lol. I do, however, headcanon that Fred still gets hurt, since everyone in the explosion beside him seemed to sustain minor injuries, I just think that to even out with George losing his ear, he hurts his leg and needs a lot of retraining/a walking stick. I think that’d be a more fair/unfair ending for Fred who’s always full of energy having to have to adjust to living slowly for a little while (not permanently, I couldn’t do that to my boy).

The boy has anxiety sometimes, ok. (just let me project for a second)

He didn’t know how much tension he usually holds in his body until he drank alcohol for the first time and felt his entire body loosen up and was like “huh this is new.”

He doesn’t use alcohol to deal with it though, he prefers just talking to George about whenever he feels is stressing him out and that helps. A massage from his s/o to loosen him up doesn’t hurt either.

Fred prefers to talk to his dad about his problems more than he prefers to talk to Molly, generally.

His favourite body parts on his s/o: Shoulders, hips, hands.

He loves to kiss, just in general, but he also loves kissing his s/o’s nose, forehead, neck, shoulder, etc. as little gestures of affection.

He def. has a bit of a size kink, he loves being taller than his s/o.

If Fred could have any pet he wanted, he’d probably want a dog, the bigger the better. He doesn’t think he has the time for a pet though.

It was his idea to start breeding pygmy puffs, it’s the closest he’ll get to having a pet.

I don’t know why but I feel like when Fred and his s/o are expecting and his s/o goes into labour he just panics. loses it, drops the binkie as we say in Denmark: Freaks the fuck out, if you will. He’s definitely the pacing and wringing his hands together type, though he probably tries his best to keep himself composed and chill during the whole thing whilst simultaneously hyperventilating.

Fred doesn’t cry often but he sure as hell wept with pride when he held all his kids for the first time.

Despite the notion that the twins often slip in a joke version of a sweet treat or something similar amongst the snacks at parties, Fred is strongly against tampering with drinks. He knows the connotations it holds and he doesn’t want anyone to be afraid they’d put something in it. If he wants you to test out their truth serum or a love potion, he’ll just ask you flat out and if you don’t want to, he’s not going to continue asking.

Most of the detentions Fred has gotten from Snape come from times he’s spoken back to him when Snape’s been giving another student a rough time. He doesn’t regret it one bit.

If you ask Fred what his proudest accomplishment is, he’ll probably say that it’s having had enough restraint to not punch Umbridge in the face every time he saw her.

On the note of Umbridge. It wasn’t her detentions with him that got his blood boiling, it was when she punished little kids (a la Nigel) for doing practically nothing, he understands that to an extent and by comparison, setting off a bunch of fireworks inside a building would harbour a harsher punishment, but making twelve-year-olds bleed for running in the halls or playing music or just doing things that twelve-year-olds will inevitably do, is something Fred doesn’t understand. That year pretty much any kid younger than him, or anyone who was too afraid to stand up for themselves, became Fred and George’s little siblings, and they’re very protective older brothers. Umbridge can vouch for that.

He struggles with a lot of insecurity in his relationships, he always puts on a front of being extra funny and outgoing when he’s in a new relationship because he’s secretly afraid that the way he is isn’t good enough and that eventually, his s/o will see through him and leave because they don’t like the softer, more serious side of him.

Fred is the godfather of all of George’s kids but is also the godparent of Hugo, Lily and Lucy.

Fred loves business meetings, he sees them as a good challenge to practice his smooth talk.

Fred spent his first salary from the shop on the most expensive bottle of champagne he could find and a new suit.

Fred tried to get into whiskey, feeling like it’d make him a cool business owner type of man, so, with his second salary, he went out and bought a fancy-schmancy bottle of whiskey and the whole getup with a bottle and some cool glasses, and then invited Lee over to try it with him and George.

They did not like it. Fred thought it tasted like what he imagined gasoline tastes like so they mostly used it as decorations, not having the heart to mix it with something.

Fred doesn’t necessarily like PDA, it depends on what you mean. He likes being secretive. Pulling his s/o into an empty classroom, nook, hallway, secret pathway etc where anyone could wander in at any time and snogging her senseless is one of his favourite things to do.

Fred knows how good he looks in his quidditch uniform and will absolutely use it against his s/o. (they’re gonna get spicy from here on so read with caution if you're in public)

Fred prefers giving more than receiving oral.

He has a lot of energy, did you not think that would rub off (no pun intended) on his sex drive? He can go pretty much any time and place, and typically last at least two rounds.

Also, his favourite position is having you on top. Okay, I'm gonna stop now.

#selfwriting-sugarquills 700 follower celebration #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley fanfiction #weasley twins #weasley twins headcanons #hp headcanon #harry potter headcanon

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 4 years ago

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Hi Jan🖤 For the 900 follower event, can I request a Horror piece with Tendou. Quote 13 please in written format👉🏻👈🏻

Thanks love 🥺

TW: Murder & Possessiveness!

Children are taught at a young age to ridicule those who do not fit into the quixotic mold designed by society. It has become a checklist of sorts, and if one box remains empty – it is as if the entire person is flawed. Those who adorn facial features that do not conform to the idealistic beauty standards are ostracized – shamed for not meeting the unrealistic standards bestowed upon them at birth. The bullied are taught to despise themselves – and it is that self hatred that blooms into something quite terrible.

You see, people are not born monsters – they are merely products of their environment. And so, the innocent blood that is shed by the supposed ‘monsters’ cannot be attributed to a single person, no. Responsibility should be ascribed to those who have created the monster – not the monster itself.

It was your overwhelming hatred towards society that drew you to the ‘guess monster’ at Shiratorizawa Academy. Tendou Satori, both adored and despised by his colleagues, was under the impression that he was the monster that mothers warned their children about. To others his features were ghastly – repulsive even. But to you… he was the closest thing to an angel. Your interest in the volleyball player increased the more you observed him, but what you craved from him was conversation… to taste his lips… and to claim him as your own. Love gnawed at your heart every time he slipped away from your vision. You wanted him so damn badly and yet you could not approach him. Not as you were.

Despite your incompatibility with the male, one day you were overcome by the need to destroy the distance that existed between you. In an impulsive move, you approached the red head during lunch, refusing to allow another minute to be wasted.

“Hello Satori.” The greeting was purred out seductively as you trailed your fingers down the fabric of your skirt, pretending to smooth out any wrinkles.

“Oh hi!” Astonishment crossed his visage when he realized who was addressing him. He could barely believe that the most popular girl in school was here – at his locker, speaking with him. It was almost too good to be true. Was he being pranked? A cautious glance was then tossed over his shoulder, he expected to discover a camera man or some snickering females. But there was no one. “How can I help you?” The question was filled with cheer, and the way his eyebrows raised with his smile twisted a knot in your stomach.

He was smiling at you…just for you.

“Go out with me.” The command fell from your plush lips before you could second guess yourself. Confidence shimmered in your eyes as you rocked yourself onto your toes. The action granted you additional height, limiting the distance between your face and his.

There was no way he would reject you, right?

“Are you sure you want to go out with me?” A bandaged finger was pointed at his chest, adding to the inquiry. He must have misheard you. Maybe you wanted him to help you with Wakatoshi? That would make far more sense.

“Yes, why else would I go out of my way to see you, my sweet Satori? You’ve had my attention for awhile now. I was just too shy to approach you.” You elected to articulate the explanation slowly, with additional emphasis on his name.

The middle blocker found himself entranced by your voice, and the flirtatious bat of your lashes had banished the concerns he held originally when you approached him. The poor soul, so desperate for love… he should have been more cautious. He should have sensed the danger that would come packaged in a relationship with you.

But he didn’t. At least, not until it was too late.

The beginning of your relationship with Tendou was filled with exploration. Your desires were poured out in one stroke, and he complied with your every request. Within weeks you were exposed to everything precious to him – to his weaknesses and strengths. The more you learned, the greedier you became. He consumed your every thought, and soon love became intertwined with obsession.

Now, you could handle his commitment to volleyball. In fact, you altered your own schedule to match with his – attending every game and practice. Watching your boyfriend destroy the confidence of the opposing team flooded you in exhilaration. You derived the strangest pleasure each time he successfully blocked the opposition. Maybe it was merely happiness that increased your heartrate. Or maybe it was something else all together.

It was months into your relationship when you realized his love for you would not match yours – no, not as you were. Luckily enough, an opportunity presented itself to you. The arrival of a new student served as the answer to your prayer. A beautiful first year student who supposedly found interest in your beloved boyfriend.

“Oh, you have received another love letter, my darling? How popular you have become.” The bitterness hanging onto your tongue was disguised as humour. Adding to your façade, you gently skid your fingers across his cheek.

“Yeah! I guess so.” Scratching his head, the red head furrowed his brows at the envelope in his grasp. “I just throw them out usually. But they keep on comin’.” He lifted his shoulders into a shrug, aiming to showcase his indifference towards his secret admirer. He knew how jealous you could become and was hoping to lessen your insecurity. Not that it worked.

“Mhmm. Aren’t I ever so lucky to have you all to myself?” Capturing his cheeks on either side with your fingers, you guided his face to yours, to apply a rough kiss to his mouth.

You didn’t blame him at all for your insecurity, it was your fault. Love requires change, and you have stayed the same. The problem wasn’t him; it was you.

When Tendou received a message to meet you outside after dark, he presumed you were in need of some affection and was eager to satisfy you. However, the location point for your meeting plagued him with concern. It was ten at night – why the hell were you at a graveyard?

It took him fifteen minutes to reach the destination, and an additional five to find you inside the cemetery. From his original position he could only make out your figure from behind, but as he proceeded closer, his heart sunk into his stomach.

“Hi babe. Are you doin’ okay?” The tremors in his voice matched the fear alarming inside of his head.

Excitement bubbled to life inside of your core as you spun around to greet your boyfriend. The sight was enough to bring the volleyball player to his knees, though a smile remained etched into his features. Paralyzed, Tendou stared at his girlfriend, wondering how he got it so damn wrong.

“Peachy, honey. I am peachy.” Blood decorated the blade within your grasp and laying at your feet was a limp body. The messy coils of the lifeless body were drenched in crimson.

It almost looked like paint.

The thought brought a hysterical whimper to sound within his throat.

How strange that he spent his entire life under the impression that he was the monster written about in fairytales. Little did the world know that monsters did not look like him. No, the true monsters were dressed in plain clothes, with angelic features that could fool God himself.

“Baby, I’ve changed for you. Don’t you see? You’re no longer alone. We’re both monsters.” Tossing the weapon aside casually, you stepped closer to him before kneeling down to capture his hands in yours.

“I don’t understand…” A pained smile stretched across his mouth as his eyes dropped to the sticky substance now transferring to his skin. Deranged in your own illusions, you found his expression to be quite elegant under the moon’s blessing.

“You finally see me, my love. Ah. It feels so good to be seen.” Streams of liquid flushed your cheeks. The adrenaline pumping through your veins had placed you on a high that you could not get enough of.

“You’ll never be alone now, my sweet Satori. It’s you and me forever.”

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Written In The Stars CXXXVII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: Book 6 was beyond complicated to write due to some artistic choices I made lmao but again I do hope you guys like it even if I don’t feel it was perfect bc I enjoyed how most of it turned out -Danny

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Chapter Thirty-Five: A Prophecy.

Harry walked back to his chair and sat down heavily.

"Five years ago you arrived at Hogwarts, Harry, safe and whole, as I had planned and intended. Well — not quite whole. You had suffered. I knew you would when I left you on your aunt and uncle's doorstep. I knew I was condemning you to ten dark and difficult years. I considered it almost a miracle when Emily agreed to move in next door so she could keep an eye on you..."

Even though Lord Voldemort perished that night in Godric's Hollow, his followers continue to hunt down answers for months, neither Harry nor Mel would've been safe in the wizarding world.

"You would be protected by an ancient magic of which he knows, which he despises, and which he has always, therefore, underestimated — to his cost. I am speaking, of course, of the fact that your mother died —and your father too, Mel— to save you. They gave you a lingering protection he never expected, a protection that flows in your veins to this day. I put my trust, therefore, in your mother's blood, Harry. I delivered you to her sister, her only remaining relative."

"She doesn't love me. She doesn't give a damn —"

"But she took you. She may have taken you grudgingly, furiously, unwillingly, bitterly, yet still she took you, and in doing so, she sealed the charm I placed upon you. Your mother's sacrifice made the bond of blood the strongest shield I could give you. And as for you, Mel, you were just a baby, therefore Voldemort's followers couldn't tell if you were as skilled as your dad. It was only until last year when Voldemort realized you were hiding great power."

"I still don't —"

"While you can still call home the place where your mother's blood dwells, Harry, there you cannot be touched or harmed by Voldemort. He shed her blood, but it lives on in you and her sister. Her blood became your refuge. You need return there only once a year, but as long as you can still call it home, there he cannot hurt you. Your aunt knows this. I explained what I had done in the letter I left, with you, on her doorstep. She knows that allowing you houseroom may well have kept you alive for the past fifteen years."

"My mother isn't a Dumbledore," Mel frowned. "If that's what kept Harry safe, living with his aunt, then why did I only meet you after I turned eleven?"

"You were a direct descendant from my brother and not me, you weren't in danger as much as Harry. Once I found out about your outbursts I talked to him, I knew you'd need his protection... I'm afraid his guilt stopped him. I've been taking his place, having you come into my office for a weekly lesson as a way to make sure you would be both, protected, while also learning to defend yourself."

Harry came into a new realization.

"You sent that Howler. You told my aunt to remember — it was your voice —"

"I thought that she might need reminding of the pact she had sealed by taking you. I suspected the dementor attack might have awoken her to the dangers of having you as a surrogate son."

"It did. Well — my uncle more than her. He wanted to chuck me out, but after the Howler came she — she said I had to stay. But what's this got to do with..."

"Five years ago, then, you arrived at Hogwarts, neither as happy nor as well-nourished as I would have liked, perhaps, yet alive and healthy. You were not a pampered little prince, but as normal a boy as I could have hoped under the circumstances. Thus far, my plan was working well."

The memory of that small boy came to her. He didn't look much different from the Harry sitting beside her, except perhaps, for the way his gaze had darkened.

He'd always known Harry and Mel would eventually be hunted, and he'd made sure they'd be ready. Dumbledore had a plan from the moment they set a foot in the castle. She wondered exactly how much of everything happened accidentally, and how much had been planned.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

"Don't you remember asking me, as you lay in the hospital wing, why Voldemort had tried to kill you when you were a baby? Ought I to have told you then? You do not see the flaw in the plan yet? No... perhaps not. Well, as you know, I decided not to answer you. Eleven, I told myself, was much too young to know. I had never intended to tell you when you were eleven. The knowledge would be too much at such a young age, just like I refused to tell Mel about the rumours surrounding our family."

'The knowledge would be too much at such a young age'. Now, after four years, Mel felt weaker than when she was eleven. Somehow thinner, and far more fragile.

"Do you see? Do you see the flaw in my brilliant plan now? I had fallen into the trap I had foreseen, that I had told myself I could avoid, that I must avoid."

"I don't —"

"I cared about you too much. I cared more for your happiness than your knowing the truth, more for your peace of mind than my plan, more for your life than the lives that might be lost if the plan failed. In other words, I acted exactly as Voldemort expects we fools who love to act."

Mel visibly deflated, a new wave of hurt crashing against her heart.

"So it's true, then?" She asked. "Caring only makes us weak?"

"My dear, I defy anyone who has watched you as I have —and I have watched you more closely than you can have imagined — not to want to save you more pain than you had already suffered. What did I care if numbers of nameless and faceless people and creatures were slaughtered in the vague future, if in the here and now you were alive, and well, and happy? I never dreamed that I would have such a pair of young souls on my hands..."

Mel had held something similar whenever she would reach out to kiss Harry, and nothing else in the world mattered when they were alone together... but after the third task, they were always so alone.

"...You came out of the maze last year, having watched Cedric Diggory die, having escaped death so narrowly yourself... you, Mel, gave away part of your own life, selflessly risking your own well-being just for the frail chance to see Harry again, and I did not tell you, because to tell you after having almost lost each other in such a way would've been beyond cruel, though I knew, now Voldemort had returned, I must do it soon.

And now, tonight, I know you have long been ready for the knowledge I have kept from you for so long, because you have proved that I should have placed the burden upon you before this. My only defence is this: I have watched you struggling under more burdens than any student who has ever passed through this school, and I could not bring myself to add another — the greatest one of all."

"...I still don't understand," Harry responded, though now his voice was a bit more quiet and fearful.

Dumbledore admitted what they already knew: Voldemort tried to kill him because of the prophecy, and he'd tried to stop it before it could be fulfilled. Now, years after and once again in a proper body, Voldemort set his mind on hearing the whole thing, looking for a way to end it.

The sun was fully out now, and as he finished, Mel felt the first glimmer of hope peering through.

"Mel broke the prophecy," Harry said quietly. "She crushed it against the ground..."

She closed her injured hand tightly without caring about the sharp pain that shot up to her elbow.

"I knew we could get rid of it."

"How?" Harry frowned. "How could you know?"

"Because that orb was merely the record of the prophecy kept by the Department of Mysteries. But the prophecy was made to somebody, and that person has the means of recalling it perfectly," Dumbledore explained, looking at her with a strange glint in his eyes.

"Who heard it?" asked Harry, though he already knew the answer.

"I did. On a cold, wet night sixteen years ago, in a room above the bar at the Hog's Head Inn. I had gone there to see an applicant for the post of Divination teacher, though it was against my inclination to allow the subject of Divination to continue at all. The applicant, however, was the great-great-granddaughter of a very famous, very gifted Seer, and I thought it common politeness to meet her. I was disappointed. It seemed to me that she had not a trace of the gift herself. I told her, courteously I hope, that I did not think she would be suitable for the post. I turned to leave."

As Dumbledore stood up to retrieve something from a cabinet, Mel continued her story.

"That was the reason why my uncle knew what Voldemort was looking for," She swallowed harshly. "As soon as that thing broke I recognized the figure. How could I not? We've been seeing her for three years..."

Dumbledore came back holding the Pensieve, he put the tip of his wan on one temple and pulled, Mel stood up abruptly.

"Maybe I shouldn't be here to hear it."

"You've earned your place in this conversation," Dumbledore replied. "Your life is linked to Harry's, is only fair for you to hear it too... that way you'll be able to make an informed decision."

"Only if he agrees."

She was used to Harry keeping her at a proper distance from his doings, nevertheless, Harry grabbed her wrist.

"Sit down... please."

Before she could reply a figure rose from the Pensieve, there stood a small version of Sibyll Trelawney with a voice Mel had only imagined thanks to Harry's tales from two years ago:

"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES... BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES... AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT... AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES..."

Professor Trelawney vanished slowly.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry said after a moment. "It... did that mean... What did that mean?"

"It meant... that the person who has the only chance of conquering Lord Voldemort for good was born at the end of July, nearly sixteen years ago. This boy would be born to parents who had already defied Voldemort three times."

"It means — me?"

Dumbledore eyed both teenagers carefully before speaking.

"The odd thing is, Harry, that it may not have meant you at all. Sibyll's prophecy could have applied to three babies, one of them being Mel."

"What?"

"I thought it was meant to be Matthew's baby," He sighed, "an Auror and a Dumbledore... but alas, you were born at the start of the month — and you were a girl. There were still two more babies in line. Both born at the end of July that year, both of whom had parents in the Order of the Phoenix, both sets of parents having narrowly escaped Voldemort three times. One, of course, was you. The other was Neville Longbottom."

"But then... but then, why was it my name on the prophecy and not Neville's?"

"The official record was relabeled after Voldemort's attack on you as a child. It seemed plain to the keeper of the Hall of Prophecy that Voldemort could only have tried to kill you because he knew you to be the one to whom Sibyll was referring."

"Then — it might not be me?"

"I am afraid that there is no doubt that it is you."

"But you said — Neville was born at the end of July too — and his mum and dad —"

"You are forgetting the next part of the prophecy, the final identifying feature of the boy who could vanquish Voldemort... Voldemort himself would 'mark him as his equal.' And so he did, Harry. He chose you, not Neville. He gave you the scar that has proved both blessing and curse."

"But he might have chosen wrong! He might have marked the wrong person!"

"He chose the boy he thought most likely to be a danger to him. And notice this, Harry. He chose, not the pureblood (which, according to his creed, is the only kind of wizard worth being or knowing), but the half-blood, like himself. He saw himself in you before he had ever seen you, and in marking you with that scar, he did not kill you, as he intended, but gave you powers, and a future, which have fitted you to escape him not once, but four times so far — something that neither your parents, nor Neville's parents, ever achieved."

In her mind, an alternate life started to take form: Mel as the orphan, Harry's parents alive and well, it was her the one facing death every time...

Then poor scarred Neville, while Mel and Harry lived surrounded by their families, perhaps even together. The fact that the only reason why Harry was the chosen one was a matter of gender and dates...

"Why did he do it, then? Why did he try and kill me as a baby? He should have waited to see whether Neville or I looked more dangerous when we were older and tried to kill whoever it was then — or even Mel... She's a Dumbledore — She's the strongest!"

"That might, indeed, have been the more practical course, except that Voldemort's information about the prophecy was incomplete. The Hog's Head Inn, which Sibyll chose for its cheapness, has long attracted, shall we say, a more interesting clientele than the Three Broomsticks. As you and your friends found out to your cost, and I to mine that night, it is a place where it is never safe to assume you are not being overheard. Of course, I had not dreamed, when I set out to meet Sibyll Trelawney, that I would hear anything worth overhearing. My — our — one stroke of good fortune was that the eavesdropper was detected only a short way into the prophecy and thrown from the building."

"So he only heard..?"

"He heard only the first part, the part foretelling the birth of a boy in July to parents who had thrice defied Voldemort. Consequently, he could not warn his master that to attack you would be to risk transferring power to you — again marking you as his equal. So Voldemort never knew that there might be danger in attacking you, that it might be wise to wait or to learn more. And once Mel was born at the start of July as a girl, and you a boy, this only narrowed it down to his apparent advantage. He did not know that you would have 'power the Dark Lord knows not' —"

"But I don't! I haven't any powers he hasn't got, I couldn't fight the way he did tonight, I can't possess people or — or kill them —"

"There is a room in the Department of Mysteries," Dumbledore replied carefully, "that is kept locked at all times. It contains a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible than death, than human intelligence, than forces of nature. It is also, perhaps, the most mysterious of the many subjects for study that reside there. It is the power held within that room that you possess in such quantities and which Voldemort has not at all.

That power is what has aided Mel to know if you're in danger and allowed her to help, that power took you to save Sirius tonight. That power also saved you from possession by Voldemort, because he could not bear to reside in a body so full of the force he detests. In the end, it mattered not that you could not close your mind. It was your heart that saved you. So you see, Mel," He added, "caring it's never useless."

"The end of the prophecy... it was something about... 'neither can live...' "

"'... while the other survives,' " Dumbledore concluded.

"So... so does that mean that... that one of us has got to kill the other one... in the end?"

"Yes."

They stayed silent for the longest time, Mel found her voice at the same time as her courage.

"Okay," She spoke. "We just have to make sure you're the one that lives."

Dumbledore's face hinted at a smile, but it did not form fully. Harry stared at her like the thought of surviving was next to impossible.

"I feel I owe you two other explanations," said Dumbledore carefully. "You may, perhaps, have wondered why I never chose you as prefects? I must confess that I rather thought both of you had enough responsibility to be going on with..."

Mel let out a dry chuckle, Harry just sighed.

"The second and final... is about the decision you ought to take."

"What decision?"

"Your lifeline," He started, "I've been reading about it since the third task... It's called Unio Azoth — A universal cure for any kind of injury, you heal with life itself, and it's always effective. However, not many people dare use it because it demands great sacrifice from both sides of the connection. It's created through highly complex magic, or it can happen, as it was your case, after multiple shared near-death experiences," He paused. "It can also be removed."

There was a split second in which the students didn't know how to react.

"You're saying," Mel started. "We've been hurting each other for a whole year — and you hid this from us?"

"You were on bad terms after the tournament, the removal can only happen if both sides consent, and you were holding onto it tightly, Mel."

"Is it dark magic?" Harry asked abruptly. "Our connection?"

Dumbledore took another long look at him.

"I believe that what you're trying to ask is if it's damaging for any of you," He replied. "Which is something that depends on the circumstances. There have been moments your connection has improved your lives, but it's also damaged you physically to a great extent. You're asking a question only you can answer, Harry."

"This could've fixed everything between us," Mel felt her anger increasing. "And you just let us argue instead? Why?"

"It was your impulsive actions that kept me from speaking, I couldn't risk one of you trying to cut it without the other knowing, it would've resulted in tragedy."

"We would've acted differently if only we’d known! The reason why we fought was because of how guilty Harry felt about putting me through extra pain — We could've just cut the damn thing — You thought I would've just decided to abandon him?"

"Isn't that what you were attempting this year?" Dumbledore asked pointedly.

"Harry and I couldn't stop fighting, I was tired — I had to keep my distance," Mel stood up. "He spent a whole year drowning in guilt thinking we couldn't change things —"

"When I found out it could be removed," Dumbledore's voice came out just as firm as hers. "You were already far too traumatized. Losing this would've felt like losing a limb. You weren't ready to make a choice then, but I can't keep you in the dark any longer, you have the whole picture now, so you can make an informed decision, but I must ask you to think —"

"I don't need to think it over," Mel said, but Harry spoke at the same time.

"I want to keep it."

"What?" She looked at him in disbelief.

Harry stared at her.

"It's thanks to this that I knew you were having panic attacks, you've saved my life many times now, I owe you — and it doesn't have to hurt, you can control it, I just need to learn how to do it too!"

"You've been nagging me about how much of a burden this was and suddenly you cling to it as if it were a blessing?" She narrowed her eyes.

"It's just..." His jaw tensed. "It works both ways — if I give it up and Voldemort takes you... I can't leave you to deal with it alone, you'd do the same for me. You've already done it."

Mel shook her head, speechless.

"The decision is yours to make..." Dumbledore concluded. "You have until next term to tell me, and then we'll do whatever you please."

They were walking side by side without speaking. She did not wish to fight, and she felt like it would happen if they were to bring up... well, everything.

"I'm sorry," He muttered.

"I don't want to hear it. I'm to blame as much as you are. I ignored you — Dumbledore's right, knowing would've tricked us into thinking we could deal with it on our own, it would've killed us... I've been selfish enough this year to know I would've felt tempted to try and cut it on my own. I won't admit it in front of him, though..."

"You weren't —"

"I don't want to have this conversation," She stopped walking. "Everyone thinks I'm like my father or my uncle... and I'm not. When I was with you I was just Mel... whoever that's supposed to be. When we fought I got lost — you said awful things to me, but you were the only one who wasn't treating me like some overpowered freak..."

"I can't promise we won't fight in the future, but there are worse things than disagreeing and the thought of dying without telling you that I..." He came to a halt, voice breaking.

They wanted to talk about so many things, and yet Mel felt like they would never get to say anything at all.

"You know," She said softly. "We've gone through so much already... and it's hard, looking at you and having to pretend I can continue like this."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm feeling so alone, Harry," She forced the words out of her. "I miss you."

She'd almost been murdered that night, treated like a ragdoll, and traumatized until there was no safe place in her world. Still, nothing made her feel quite as vulnerable and tiny as Harry's understanding of her, the way he knew every single corner of her mind as if it were his own.

Harry gazed at her with hurt, he clenched his jaw and shook his head lightly. She was ready to watch him leave when suddenly, he hugged her.

Mel was having trouble breathing against his shoulder but her arms kept him close, one hand made its way up to the back of his head while the other went to the middle of his back. He was a few inches taller than her, but she still felt like they were a perfect fit.

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled against her hair, and Mel knew he wasn't just talking about Sirius.

"Me too," She closed her eyes tightly. "We'll find a way through this... together."

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I HAVE ALREADY SPOKE ON LENGTH ABOUT THE PRINCE OF EGYPT BUT NOT THE WHOLE THING ONLY THE PLAGUES AND MOSTLY PASSOVER. I JUST WATCHED THE FULL MOVIE FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE I WAS A KID IM GONNA TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN BECAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD. OKAY.

okay let me first say that i was in tears within the first ten minutes of the movie. deliver us was so powerful and heartbreaking i cried BEFORE THE TEN MINUTE MARK. yeah.

when moses' mother sang her final lullaby to her son and pushed him downstream in that (blessed and very fortunate) basket my heart hurt. i cried with her. that was the last time she would ever see her baby.

when his sister sang her prayer for her baby brother, wishing for him to come back to deliver them as well, that just drove the nail in harder.

in a later scene before the banquet you can hear moses humming that last lullaby and since deliver us was just maybe ten minutes prior you remember it and realize he really did keep that final song.

and the banquet oh yeah ramesses gets appointed this big title? and he names moses as the grand architect

and theres this captured hebrew lady brought in for ramesses but shes fierce (i would be too, she was captured and brought to the people she hates the most) and so ramesses orders her to be brought to moses' chambers instead

moses goes to his chambers and suprise! she escaped! moses chases after and sees her sneaking out with her camel and distracts some guards so she wont get caught and once the guards are gone he goes after her again aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand

miriam (moses' sister) meeting him in the city streets and recognizing him, telling him he's her family and him shutting her down and calling her a slave.... it hurt. when she hums that lullaby and he RECOGNIZES and then rushes back home to have a dream about that day he was sent away (in beautiful animation designed to look like the hieroglyphs on his wall) its all so painful to watch him be forced out of nowhere to realize his life is a LIE because hes not a true prince of egypt, he's born of the slaves, and then his father the pharaoh justifies the order to slaughter innocent babies by saying "they were just slaves" and OUGH

moses kills a man. unintentional but he killed a man while trying to stop him from beating a slave. oops.

he cant live with this so he runs away into the desert. theres this scene where he collapses to the ground and sheds all of the jewelry and adornments from his life as royalty but as he takes off the ring ramesses gives him, he looks at it. and slowly puts it back on. because no matter what, he still loves his brother, and he always will.

moses falls into a well. yeah. chases off some ruffians and then basically faints and falls in. these girls the ruffians were harassing started pulling him out and SURPRISE SURPRISE the captured lady from the banquet is there and she drops him back in when she recognizes him and walks away all smug and her name is tzipporah! just an fyi (very pretty name love it)

moses basically gets adopted into the group of hebrews and moses says something about not ever having done anything of worth and so tzipporah's father jethro sings a little tune to him!

through heavens eyes is a masterpiece. i really dont know what else to say also i want jethro to be my dad hes so nice

aaanyway moses and tzipporah get married during the through heavens eyes montage! i just think thats nice

OKAY now juicy stuff the BURNING BUSH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the scene in which moses encounter the burning bush and god.

god claims that he has seen his people (the hebrew slaves) suffering and cannot stand for it any longer, so he wishes to send moses as a sort of ambassador of god

and moses doesnt think hes worthy of being god's messenger, which god quickly shuts up by pointing out how he's kind of, like, GOD

and he teaches moses those big old words, "LET MY PEOPLE GO" wahoo!!!!!!

he rushes home to tell tzipporah, and shes like "but ur just one dude" and hes like "well i kinda have to also the hebrews are suffering in slavery so :////"

tzipporah and moses head on over to meet ramesses and theyre all excited to see each other and then moses is like "behold the power of god!!!!!!" and his staff becomes a snake. pretty gnarly if i do say so myself

and then the high priests are like "ok" and start basically performing and rapping the names of the egyptian gods at moses in response i really dont know how to describe it but its basically a whole lotta smoke and mirrors. not actual miracles

moses talks to ramesses and asks him to let his people go, and instead doubles the slave's workload. the slaves basically hate moses now because yeah he technically is the reason theyre getting pushed harder and even his own brother aaron seems to loathe him. miriam talks to moses and he sees ramesses' ship gliding down the nile nearby

he calls out to ramesses and he just sends his guards after him. and so moses brings the staff down and turns the river to blood.

THEN THE REST OF THE PLAGUES ENSUE!!!

theres this specific part of the plagues scene in which ramesses stands between two statues of egyptian gods and glances at them as if to ask why the fuck arent they doing anything about the LITERAL hellfire and general havoc being brought down on the city. just thought that was a really cool detail.

AND OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH passover. i really shouldnt get excited about talking about an event that killed a whole heck ton of kids but its like fnaf at this point who cares ANYWAY THE DEAD KIDS

i already talked about the passover scene but what i didnt include (i think) is how when god's spirit or whatever idk enters the palace, it passes over a statue of ramesses and you just think, oh fuck wait RAMESSES HAD A SON.

and sure enough, that son is dead. moses walks in as ramesses pulls a sheet over his sons dead body and ramesses finally, after all of the plagues, tells moses he can take the hebrews and leave.

as moses walks away you can see ramesses glare at moses because he may have said he was done but. hes not. of course.

moses and the hebrews are leaving with yet another beautiful musical sequence (when you believe) and you can see the hordes of former slaves walking to the sea.

AAND just like i said RAMESSES WASNT FINISHED! he brings a whole bunch of soldiers on horseback and chases the hebrews, and god literally rains fire on them again this time in the form of a flaming tornado that sweeps across the sand, making a big old wall of fire that the egyptian soldiers cant get through

which gives moses the time to do the famous parting of the sea. he brings that staff down in the water and DOES GODS WONDERS!!! yay!!!

watching them walk on the seabed was beautiful. with some lightning strikes you could see the silhouette of some kind of shark swimming in the water (looked it up there are sometimes whale sharks in the red sea this is accurate)

and the fire tornado recedes into the earth, the fire fades, the soldiers chase on at ramesses' orders. the water sweeps them away just as the hebrews make it to the other side and it later cuts back to ramesses, alone on the rocky shore, screaming out at moses. hes completely alone, soldiers presumably dead, and no family to speak of. his side of the sea is cloudy and gloomy, still stormy, but when it jumps back to the hebrews in celebration, the sun shines bright and happy. the hebrews are free.

the movie ends with moses walking down the mountain sinai, ten commandments in hand, while the last snippet of deliver us plays once again.

only one other movie has evoked this much of this kind of emotion in me.(the one movie is klaus LMAO klaus made me ugly cry) there was not a single second of watching this that i didnt have goosebumps.

the movie itself just looks pretty. all of the characters have unique and neat designs. (its also nice to see a movie with only poc in it like im just saying)

the musical scores and numbers are so expertly made. my favorite has to be deliver us but through heavens eyes is a very close second. through heavens eyes made me feel better about myself, in a way. the entire movie was like some healing experience.

all in all, this is an S tier movie, and i BEG BEG BEG anyone who hasn't seen it to watch it. just pirate it or something (i did lol watched it on an illegal streaming site)

if you're not religious and havent seen it, think of it as a chance to learn more about abrahamic faiths. if you are religious and havent seen it, well hey! here you go!!

#the prince of egypt #long post #beware

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saeyoungs-sunflower · 4 years ago

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Ray’s AE Live Reactions

Right lads, I’m gonna do a daily commentary on Saeran’s AE because damn I gotta vent lol

I think it goes without saying, SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! Long post ahead. And lot’s of screenshots (did not know there was an image limit on tumblr post lol had to whack the collaging app). A lot happened guys, and I have a lot of feelings.

Day 1!

First, a few initial thoughts

I forgot about the pure anxiety of picking the right chat choices lmao. This is not a game for over thinkers lemme tell ya

Really REALLY appreciated the current lack of 3am chat rooms lol. It went from 12am to 9am and it was GLORIOUS

Saeran is an absolute cherub and I will be watching him like a hawk

Now onto live reactions!

Well at least SEVENSTAR DRINK is thriving. It’s what he would have wanted.

Zen excuse me this is not your AE you cannot be this cute bACK OFF SIR

Big bro Zen has made another appearance. We do not deserve this man. STOP BEING CUTE

Look at this man. Look at this absolute fucking bean sprout look at him I just wanna rip my face off he’s so cute jfc

he also keeps calling everyone by their full name and i can’t handle it. every time he says ‘Jumin Han’ i want punch myself in the face he’s so. damn. precious.

Ummm Yoosung?? That’s my boyfriend thank you very much BACK OFF SIR

cough #Yooran4ever cough ah did you hear something? Nah me neither

SAERAN LMFAOOOOOO HE FUCKING SAID IT. Bean sprout is a savage bean sprout hot damn.

Zen I’m sorry my love but it was going to be said eventually.

what. the. FUCK. ARE YOU SHITTING ME? My jaw dropped like are you having a laugh?? what’s happening when did you turn all creepy and scary I mean look at that CG I hate it bring back the soft mint man I don’t trust this one

#notmyjihyun

For real though I am baffled and afraid pls let this all get sorted out :(( now I'm worried for Saeyoung and V’s safety wtf wtf wtf

I’M GONNA CRY NO NO NO MY BBY THE TEARS ARE COMING I CANNOT COPE NOOOOOO

CHERITZ PLEASEEEE

HE’S HURT OH MY GOD HELP HIM

I actually want to scream

Sir that’s my emotional support hacker i need you not fucking do that

smiley face of death

i’ll tell you what Cheritz, you are incredible

i actually did giggle and yes i hate me for it too

GIVE THE CHERUB HIS BROTHER BACK😭😭

it’s not even been a full day and i’m already emotionally drained send help

and on today’s episode of ‘mc being thirsty for anyone but the person whose route your on’:

cheritz you do make me giggle

JUMIN🥺😭 ffs can you stop making the characters say nice things about me or be super cute to me in every chat/call because i will fall in love with them again and IT’S SAERAN’S TURN OKAY STOP IT

sorry everyone i will be stepping down from my position as Party Organiser to become mr chairman’s personal therapist thank you for your time

literally had one conversation with this guy and now he’s telling me all about his failed love life. you know what i respect it well done mr chairman for being open about your feelings.

Saeyoung, i have been waiting to save you for literal years and now your telling me not look for you? lmao as if

I could actually shed a tear.

I’m so proud of you baby, you tell her boo.

I am SCREAMING. V why you gotta absolutely decimate her like that?

Honestly though this chat was so uncomfortable. Something is just very off with these two (more than usual). Like it’s so eerie how casual and ‘normal’ they’re being i hate it here

IT’S ALRIGHT LADS VANDERWOOD IS HERE

We're counting on you Vandy pls don’t let us down

Okay, some general thoughts about day 1:

This suspense with Saeyoung is genuinely killing me. Like I NEED him to be okay in the end. The panic from his visual novel was so real. I actually can’t think about it too much without getting upset lmao

Seriously concerned about V’s character. I'm praying that they don’t villainise him and he can have a happy ending. Saeran got a happy ending in V’s ae, and it’ll be so upsetting if V doesn’t get the same from Saeran’s.

Rika is straight up pissing me off. I’m sorry to say it, but she is. I don’t know if I’m just moody today bc usually I can either just brush her off or find a way to sympathise for her (not excuse her actions, just make an effort to understand her) but today I just couldn’t do it. It’s not even like...genuine anger she’s just annoying me hahah (pretty sure I’m just hormonal or something, but we’ll see lol)

And if she brings up Saeran’s mother and tries to push the idea that she herself is like a mother to him I will personally twat her round the head.

Oh, or if she talks about Jumin again. I will protect my bois if it’s the last thing I do.

The call from Driver Kim was the only saving grace of the day. What a wholesome man.

Seeing V and Rika be all domestic and ‘normal’ in some chats/on the spaceship thing was...unsettling. It makes me even more concerned for V...

Basically, I am afraid of what’s going to happen next.

#mystic messenger spoilers #mysme spoilers #ray's after ending #ray's ae spoilers #saerans after ending #saerans ae spoilers

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lesbianrobin · 4 years ago

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If you had to rank all the 14 ST characters in the main group from most to least fav what would your ranking look like? (And by main group i mean the characters including murray and erica, and excluding karen, basically everybody involved in the final battle in 3x08)

ok let me preface this by saying that i literally love all of these characters i don't hate any of them okay?? let's go... ascending order for the drama!!

14. murray. no explanation needed. no offense to brett gelman he's phenomenal and i honestly think murray is really funny, but he's more or less just a plot device with some comic relief slapped on top.

now things get spicy <3

13. erica. love her to death! but she's fairly one-dimensional, once again primarily a comic relief character. maybe in s4 she'll get some more depth like the older kids have, but for now she's sort of a default next-to-last :/

12. will... no tea no shade but the kid's barely in the show! i absolutely want good things for him but like. i barely even know him. yknow? he’s only above erica bc he’s gay and she’s a capitalist. also that scene in s1 right before he gets snatched by the demogorgon when he just runs straight to the shed and grabs a goddamn shotgun and loads it fully ready to defend himself... that shit slapped good for him!!

11. this Will be controversial among some and i Know this character is many people's favorite... if you follow me already this is probably not going to surprise you but. nancy. i just think her character is kind of inconsistent, so i have a hard time really clicking with her :/ sometimes i love her and i think she's so cool and funny and hot (that hospital scene in s3... my GOD what a badass!) and other times i would like to fistfight her.

also let me get this out of the way right now: i'm aware that jonathan's character is ALSO super inconsistent!! i know okay??? i know!!!! please nobody judge me for how high rat boy gets on this ranking okay i'm literally making this up as i go along so idk if he's next or if he's like in the top five but i have a disease called Unreasonably Invested In Wildly Speculative Meta-Analysis Of Stranger Things which makes it impossible for me to be normal about jonathan and this is my ranking so i pick the bad taste!!!

10. joyce! i love her bro she's MOM and she tries so fucking hard all the goddamn time and she's so STRONG and kind and adorable... joyce is honestly a very unique and refreshing character ESPECIALLY if you’re considering stranger things within the horror genre which is often defined by these very specific archetypes of mothers and motherhood that i can get into if anyone is interested but like basically. love her <3

9. dustin <3 what an icon... i love him i love how he straight up killed a man and hardly flinched because it was to protect his friends and i love how he and his little girlfriend have a song they sing together and i love how he either has an insanely warped perspective on things due to low self-esteem or he just sometimes flatout lies to gain sympathy either way he’s a BABY and he’s so FUNNY and KIND and even when he’s scared he keeps going... ugh god and i love how even when he doubts his friends’ devotion to him he NEVER ever questions his devotion to them and he never ever considers leaving them behind or not stepping up to help them... he’s so brave!

8. mike is such a fucking BITCH but even more than that he is an ANGEL... literally his range who is doing it like him??? nobody!!!! graffiti’d the bathroom stall at school... hates cops.... what a legend. also i like how fucking goofy and dumb his hair looks in s3. also he’s very soft with his friends and it makes me cry. ALSO he literally stepped off a fucking CLIFF he was ready to DIE FOR DUSTIN and i know all the kids have risked their lives for each other but this wasn’t even a monster yknow this was just... bullies.... threatening his friend..... and mike couldn’t fucking let it happen bro he was ready to just step off the edge to keep dustin safe and it’s SO MUCH... and god the kindness he showed el when they first met!!! he’s a total angel and a total shithead and it’s amazing.

7. lucas my tiny baby hero.... he’s so strong and cool and capable yet at the same time he’s such a COMPLETE dork!!! he very seriously believes his slingshot wrist rocket is a lethal weapon and then he ACTUALLY USES IT AS A LETHAL WEAPON TO SAVE HIMSELF AND HIS FRIENDS!!! he hacks off a giant monster’s freaky tentacle arm thing with an axe to save his friend AND he keeps a bunch of action figures and random dice on his bedside table bro he just thinks they’re neat!!! like... i genuinely love him so much god he cares so much about his friends and he’s so brave and smart and loving... i know he is not tiny anymore but he is my tiny baby hero okay...

6. hopper! big man care for little girl... protect and love kids... dance to dad music... be goofy and hot... have trauma.... admit his faults and attempt to grow from them.... what's not to love?

5. jonathan... look i can’t explain it except that he loves his goddamn baby brother so much and i’m a sucker with extensive headcanons alright!

4. el!!! feral little darling girl!!! i literally cannot articulate the love that floods my heart whenever i see her face or think about her for too long she’s just... so strong but more than that she’s so incredibly KIND!! when she has every reason to be selfish and cruel and yeah at times she does let herself get a little mean but on the whole she’s always so goddamn kind and loving and selfless no matter how afraid she is or how she’s hurting... and i hope that with her powers gone in s4 she’ll maybe learn how to see herself as more than a tool to protect those she loves yknow but that’s off topic skdncmn i just think that el is such an incredible character with such depth!! she can be so grave and mature yet she’s still such an innocent child at the same time, and i think that both the writing and mbb’s acting are handled such that both of these things WORK and feel real and they make el (and her trauma) so believable. i just love her to death.

3. robin, light of my lesbian little life!! unfortunately she's wayyy too much like me to snag the top spot lmao. maybe once we get another season with her she’ll trample the competition but for now my baby is in a solid third place <3 i’ve never seen a lesbian on screen who i felt so accurately represented me and my experiences!! she feels so real and in just one season she’s become one of my favorites on the whole show, and i cannot fucking wait to see what else we learn about her and what development we see from her in s4.

2. as u may have guessed... max!! i know i said this was my subjective opinion but here i’ll just say it: max is objectively one of the best characters on the show. she’s so strong and funny and quick on her feet while harboring some real pain and insecurity at the same time, and both of these aspects of her character are married perfectly, logically connecting to one another and joining with sadie’s incredible acting to create an amazing character who feels just... so real!! i absolutely adore her and i CONSTANTLY tear up just from thinking about her skdncmn...

1. what if my number one wasn't steve. like can y'all imagine???? if i just said like will or some shit???? genuinely i did consider giving max or robin top billing here but i just Can't i've dedicated too goddamn much of my life to steve harrington to deny that he's my one and only. is there anything to say that hasn't already been said? look at the bitch. just look at him.

what other answer could there be?

#asks #em talks #long post #stranger things

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bangtancentricsblog · 4 years ago

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pjm/qw: 1

↳ a spur of the moment fic that came from a half thought i had written down a long time :) also this is my first sorta proper jimin fic??? yeah im super biased lmao

❒ pairing: park jimin x reader, slight jungkook x reader

❒ genre: small fluff, mostly angst? tbh i have no clue, fantasy,

❒ alternative universe: King Arthur and Camelot, Greek Gods

❒ rating: NC 17

❒ word count: 1.4k +

warnings/disclosures: this is heavily unedited but oh well, dialogue heavy sorry, prince jimin, prince jungkook, excalibur reader, talks of gods and war, i had to throw a bible reference in there because yes i love throwing the world's most famous fanfic out there all the time, is that me clout chasing mayhaps?? Mc is in a prison, there isn't anything too bad i promise. But feel free to come yell at me if there was

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“Many greetings to prince Jimin heir to the throne of light of Camelot. What brings you to my humble abode?”

“Why are you locked in here?”

“That I cannot answer but I can answer other questions, perhaps the ones that sit heavily on your heart?” You simper, making no move to step closer to him in the light.

“How long have you been here? It seems as if we are about the same age.”

“You bore me prince, how fares the queen mother? Is she still as cold to you as was rumored?” The giggle you let out is bordering on manic as it slips past your lips.

“What do you know?”

“I know a fair amount more than you do, young prince.”

“My mother comes from the line of Excalibur. She is a busy woman, now speak clearly I detest these riddles.”

“Riddles you say? I have one for you, what do you call a king without a throne?”

“I don’t know.” He says watching as you squirm in what little light the cell provides. Your laugh is chilling, raising goosebumps across his exposed skin.

“A false king.” You say finally stepping into the light, his heart skips a beat. He’s never seen a woman more beautiful, you’re dressed in silk the gown although thin hangs off your frame beautifully, accentuating your curves as his gaze greedily drinks them up. Truly he wonders why a beauty such as yourself has been locked up, hidden away from the eyes of the court, almost as if you were a secret.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you, oh noble prince of Light, only heir to Camelot descendant of Arthur are a false prince." You laugh again, this one filled with actual mirth as if you'd been waiting for this, waiting to spill these lies.

"Your father has finally broken the vicious cycle created by the previous kings, he's lain with someone other than an excalibur woman and created a false heir. Here you stand, next in line but for this oh so glorious throne but hold not a single drop of the noble line of Arthur. Tell me false heir why would they lock up a four year old, a daughter of the Excalibur line when their powers don't usually manifest until the age of five?"

"So you are a woman of the Excalibur line, that would make you my betrothed." He says more to himself than to you, his brow furrows as you reveal this information. This has to be a lie, how can he find truth in the words of a madwoman? You’ve yet to say anything else, gaze trained on his figure as he ponders the information you’ve just provided him, though what is the truth?

“Ask me, false prince.” You almost hiss as your lips wrap around the words.

“These are lies.” He says instead, lips set in a firm line.

“That isn’t a question, ask me.” This time it’s more of a whine as if you can’t stand not being able to answer the questions swirling through his brain.

“ASK ME!” You repeat, a manic grin settling across your cracked lips.

“What makes you think there’s more to ask, I’ve grown tired of this game.”

“You know there’s more, why has the queen mother always been away when the king was at war? Where was she if not on the battlefield using her strength to garner another victory for Camelot? Tell me, false prince, where was your mother when you were here alone in the palace?” Jimin says nothing, gaze drinking you in, the almost pleased smile that lightens your features is haunting. Something twists in his stomach the longer he stays in the secluded cell far away from the knights barracks, where he should’ve been practicing his swordsmanship. You’re beautiful he thinks again, a little malnourished but still beautiful so he understands why the women of your family were sought after.

If he looks closely he can see some of the similarities you share with his mother, though he knows that your direct relationship to her isn't all that strong considering the little blood you share. It’s your eyes, the way they glow a warm gold, almost as if the very light that camelot shone in their depths. He’s growing weary of the circles you spoke in, and he’s once again questioning what is truth and what is just made up. Though if Jimin is being truthful he doesn’t know of a reason for you to lie after all you’ve been locked away for what is probably your whole life. So instead he takes a steadying breath, refocusing his gaze on your form. You look slightly less pleased now, a frown downturning your lips as you move closer to the bars that cage you.

“My powers came to me at an early age, you are one year my senior and he, the true heir to the throne of light, descendant of the noble line of Arthur is one year my junior. You, false prince, were born to be his greatest foe. An age old testament put in place by the heavens to rid themselves of false heirs such as yourself. Your father has muddied the purity of the line of Arthur, the heavens won’t have that. Cain was the first, the only impurity to come from the line of Arthur, but now here you stand, and just like Cain will be struck down by your own brother.” There are tears in your eyes now, they sparkle as if embedded with stars for jewels seem too mundane for eyes as beautiful as yours. The anguish he sees in your features makes his heart ache but for who? Surely not for him, perhaps then for the true prince you speak of, after all it was impossible for you to feel so strongly for someone you just met, especially not a false prince.

“You are no daughter of Excalibur, you spun this poisonous web of lies so easily, do you think me a fool? No you aren’t as noble as Excalibur, you’re more so liken to that of a witch.” he spits and although he feels his heart ache at the way you flinch back at his words, he can’t help but notice that it’s the first time you’ve reacted to his words.

“Poor false prince, you would brand me a witch, have me dragged and quartered solely because you cannot understand your role. I pity you Jimin, you’ve known no true happiness, and you will die not knowing happiness. Though you are wrong, witches and my clan share history but in the end we are not one in the same. For you see the line of Excalibur hails from the god Hephaestus, the one true ancestor of my family.” Your smile is nothing like the others you’ve shown him, this one is cold, almost detached almost as if all fight has left you.

“Where do I find him?” he finally asks, needing to find the truth for himself. He refuses to believe a single word you’ve uttered until he can find answers for himself.

“You won’t have to, he’ll find you eventually, goodby false prince.” you mumble slinking back into the shadows of the cell, he’s stepping closer before he can think but falters in his step when he hears his guard and friend Taehyung call for him. He’ll just have to come back and get you to tell him his brother's location, even if it takes an eternity.

The sun is warm on your skin as you sit in a field of greenery, you barely remember your homeland but you remember this field. All of the women meant for the throne knew this field, it was sacred land one only the true descendants of Arthur and Excalibur knew of. A soft breeze brushes against your bare shoulders almost as if in a gentle caress. You relish in it, even more in the welcomed weight of the boy who rests his head in your lap. His umber strands reflect the light in a way that tricks the eye, almost as if shedding light on a hidden crown. One of your hands rests on his chest feeling the rhythmic thumping of his heart, while the other smooths over the stands of his hair.

“I wish we could be together longer.” he breaths nuzzling into your stomach.

“As do I but now is not the time, not yet at least. Remain strong my king, for the trials that await you will be long and difficult.” His hand finds yours on his chest, threading your fingers together.

“Call me by my name, I like the way it sounds when you say it.” You feel your skin heat at his straightforwardness, nevertheless you comply.

“Jungkook.” you mutter abashedly, but the smile he gifts you in return melts away your prior embarrassment.

tagging @boymeetsweevil because that’s my wife you guys 😍

#park jimin x reader #genre: little fluff #genre: big angst #alternative universe: King Arthur #genre: fantasy #prince Jimin #prince Jungkook #Excalibur reader #cameo from Taehyung #magical properties #emm write #an emm writes production #mine writings #usersuhdays #bangtanedu #bangtanarmynet #heartsforbtsnet #bts fanfiction #jimin fanfic

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