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Primed for Sin / George Weasley

Actor!George

Primed for sin

George x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), female receiving pleasure, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fluff, angst (?).

Summary: George is a famous actor and y/n is starting her career in the cinematic world.

a/n: So basically actor George came to my mind in a ‘puf’ moment. I had to write it for George because I felt like he deserved another moment after I wrote four parts por Prince Fred ahah.

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George started his career in acting like any other person. He grew up loving everything related to movies, series, music, he loved acting. It had started in the small school plays his mother, Molly, made him participate in. In the first ever school play George remember being so embarrassed because none of his friends were in it.

But then he got the taste of what it was like to have people clapping and enjoying and his love for acting started there. Let’s just say after that Molly didn’t make him participate in anything. He did that on his own. He had everything to thank his parents and family for. Because they were the ones who were there for every single play George was in all throughout his school years. Fred, his twin brother was the one who helped George make all the costumes and necessary things for the play he was gonna be in, since his parents weren’t rich and just couldn’t afford to pay someone to do that for them.

It was Ginny and Fred, and then later Molly and Arthur who convinced George to audition for the first movie he ever participated in. George was eighteen at the time was finishing up high school, along with working a part-time job at the local ice-cream store when the opportunity presented it self. When he saw the ad he was finishing up work, it was late and he had been so tired because it was peek summer time and a good ice-cream was what people were looking for. The paper was on the ground all wrinkled up because so many people had step on it already. But George took one good look at it and his heart felt all kinds of weird. Was that a sign? Should he take it had one?

He took the paper with him, but that night he told nobody about it. He left himself to think about it, what it said and what he read. And laying in bed that night, in the bedroom he shared with his twin brother he fell asleep thinking about a better future for him.

The next morning Ron, his younger brother had found the paper in the pocked of George’s jeans. George had forgotten it there and that’s when he thought he had made a mistake. But the events that happened next told him otherwise. His mom was so thrilled about that idea than when he woke up and came to the kitchen to have breakfast with all his family the first thing he got was a bright smile from his mom and then a tight hug.

“George you gotta audition for it.” His mother had said, he was a little confused and took him a moment to realize what she was talking about. But when he looked at Ron and he shook the little paper he knew they now knew what had consumed his thoughts all night.

George ended up auditioning for that movie after he saw how supportive his family was of it and how they seemed to find this a great opportunity for him. That was the first movie he ever started in.

Turns out being a tall ginger haired boy has it’s perks and people seem to want a lot of him. He stared in a lot of small movies before he actually had his break through. The movie that actually put him in the spot light was a romance movie, where he was for the first time ever since staring in films, the main character. Until then he had only been in the not so important positions.

George was twenty-one when that happen.

He was now twenty-five and people came from every part of the world begging to have him started in their movies. His agent, Leah was always denying people because George had a busy schedule. When his acting had started to grow and the money and fame had started to grow George also started doing something more than just acting. He volunteered in numerous occasions, he also donated a lot of money and was always made sure he was working towards a better world. But being nice here didn’t mean he was nice when it came to his main career.

Leah had warned in various occasion to be more cautious and careful and nicer because he had lost a lot of opportunities because of his bad attitude. George always clamed it didn’t matter because he never stopped getting other more amazing ones.

So now, while he’s finishing up the knot on tie, turned to the mirror eyes focused on what his doing, he’s also rolling them from time to time while he listens to Leah. George was to star in a movie that was expected already to be nominated for numerous grammys and other awards. He didn’t even had audition, he was the chosen one from the beginning and they had also asked him to be part of the process of choosing the other main character he was going to act with. So now he was getting ready to go to that meeting and Leah was going on about how he should be nice and should behave.

“Please George, this is very important, and don’t forget, they picked you for this but that doesn’t mean you can budge in and deny everything. If they find someone they like and the majority agrees, you have to go with it.” Leah said, finally looking up from the Ipad and locked eyes with George. They were the same age, George had hired her after his second good paid gig when he understood things could be better for him and he needed someone to manage all the stuff he was to unorganized to do. Leah at the time was someone who had just lost her job, was looking for anything to do and George had swooped in and helped her. She was so grateful for that, but it didn’t mean she was gonna give him an easy time. George was grateful for that. He liked that she was hard on him, that’s what he needed to keep himself focused on what was important.

“I’m gonna give my opinion. I’m sorry Leah but didn’t they chose me to help?” He questioned, now turning around to her, his hands smoothing the fabric of his black jacket. When she didn’t say anything he continued. “They did. And so if they did that it’s because they need my expertise on the matter so I’m not gonna hold back. Besides when I started this years ago people were hard on me and that’s how I got to where I am today.” He stated, coming down the small step from the zone in his room where he usually got ready. He smiled at her when he passed her and then went towards the leaving room.

“George, I know, but you have to be nicer. Besides there’s gonna be a lot of people where it’s gonna be a first time going to such a big audition. Please, I beg you, have some consideration.” Her voice was pleading. George sighed heavily and before he responded he was already nodding.

“Okay, okay, I’ll see what I can pull of.”

The smile Leah had on her when he turned around was massive.

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“George thank you so much for coming in.” Said James, the director of the movie, along side him was the scrip writer and then the author of the book the movie was inspired in. George shook all their hands, a fake smile on his face. Although he enjoyed the opportunity, he never really liked a lot of the people who worked in this universe, some of them were to fake for him. “There’s a big queue outside so this might take some time, but I’m sure some of them won’t even make it pass de minute mark.” The guy gave a laugh that had a lot of negativity to it. And Leah was worried that George was gonna be the mean one.

“So since I see everyone is here, should we just get started?” George asked, trying to conceal the little boredom in his voice. When they all nodded, they went to their designated places in a small very brightly lit room ready to star.

The first ten girls that came in George thought they didn’t even know exactly what they were auditioning for. Although with the script in her hands, none of them was able to form one sentence that didn’t have a mistake in. or that completely changed the meaning of that it was actually suppose to be.

Then they found a girl who was good and performed well but they couldn’t accept her in that moment so they told her they would contact her. George thought it was impossible to find any better than her and she wasn’t even that good, she was just able to say the part of the script she was asked to, without any mistakes.

And also because he was loosing all hope, it had been two hours of this and they had only found that one girl. No other seemed to fit the role of what they were looking for. Until y/n came in.

y/n had been preparing for this audition for a whole month if not more. At only twenty one y/n thought her life was a complete mess. Almost all of her friends had finished college, some already working for big firms, some married, some with kids. They all seemed to have a path in their lives. Y/n? Well in this moment exactly she was swimming in debt, leaving in the cheapest apartment she could find and working full time at a supermarket near her house. Her plan since she was little was to become an actress, y/n loved every aspect of what it entailed. She loved to go to the movies and think it could be her one day on the big screen. She liked when she saw people around her clap at the end of an amazing movie and think maybe, just maybe one day people would clap for her too.

The luck was on her side when the audition was to be on the same day she had her day of work. But even if she hadn’t Piper, her work friend had already made plans to change days with her just so she could go to this audition. She was the most supportive friend y/n now had regarding her dream. Let’s just say all of her friends with their big lives sometimes pitted her for still being so stuck. y/n although a very negative person in life, thought that this was just a small little bump in the road and that one day she would get what she so hard worked for.

So for the past month every time y/n had a small window of a chance she was preparing herself for this. It wasn’t her first audition, but it would be her first big audition. She new the ‘jury’ was gonna be composed of big people, including one of her favorite actors (George Weasley) and one of her favorite writers (Clara Hart), so what better mix than that? She didn’t know any. She wanted to give her best on this, to be prepared for anything they might throw at her to see how good she is. And so she tried to prepare in her head any possible scenario.

So when she opened the door gently and looked at all of them staring right at her, the confidence that she was made of suddenly disappeared, and she was left nervous and speechless until she hit the yellow line on the ground were she should stay to then perform.

“So, please state your name and date of birth please.” The director spoke, she knew that because he had a plaque in front of him with his name and his position, so had all the other. y/n let her eyes follow every person on the table, and she swallowed hard. Now in front of two of the people she liked most she felt like she would never succeed. What if she made a fool of herself? What if they just plain and simple didn’t like her? What if they wouldn’t even give her a chance to do better? Shit. Everything was coming at her, at once. y/n gave a small smile and stated her name. “Good, now please turn to page twenty on your script and we would like you to do that scene, George here is gonna do his part.”

They were choosing different scenes throughout the script to make sure they got the full view of it, but always making sure they chose scenes where George was included because they wanted to see of both people would work together. For them it was important to choose people who had some type of chemistry, so the movie itself would work out better.

y/n nodded, turned to the page in question and then look at George who was looking at the script. He was the first one to start so she was ready for him to do so. But he stayed silent, and after a few minutes talked.

“What are you waiting for?” George spoke rudely, y/n was taken aback by that.

“Ahm- i- I’m sorry but you start.” y/n spoke very quietly a little scared of his tone of voice. The director got close to George and pointed to the scene in question, he then nodded and without any warning or preparation after what he just did he stated spilling out the lines. y/n quickly got back to herself and did her part.

After they finished that and made y/n do a scene of just herself, it seemed like forever before they said something. They were writing in their papers (well, all besides George, he was just looking at them) and then they were talking very quietly in inaudible whispers between themselves. And y/n was just left standing there, her eyes looking everywhere but the jury.

“So, miss y/l/n…” The write spoke this time, she unlike the director and George, had a kind smile on her face. “We have your contact here, expect a call in the next seven business days about your situation.”

She could feel her heart beat so fast and for a second wondered if anyone else could hear it. Shit, she had never gotten that answer before. She had been rejected had soon as she had finished. But now… now she had chance, this meant she had a chance. She was elated, she couldn’t believe it. When they kept looking at her she realized she had still not spoken.

“So sorry, yes, of course, thank you so much.” She said, smiled and then went on her way, not wishing to stall them anymore given they still had a lot of people to audition. That didn’t mean she got the part, she bets a lot more girl were given that answer, but for her that momen was a big win for her.

But what if they had said that out of the kindness of their hearts because the actor had been rude to her? Had that been it? Was his action so bad that they felt bad for her and decided to giver a thread of hope? Oh no, please no, let it no be it y/n thought nervously, it couldn’t be. She wanted to believe that they had said that because she performed well and deserved a chance at the part she auditioned for.

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It had been four days. Four long and tiring business days of y/n waking up, getting dress in her sleepy state to go to work. For days of just existing at her work because her anxiety was too much for her to handle. They said seven days… but it wouldn’t actually take them that long right? They probably just had said that because they felt bad for her, and had found someone way better than her.

“y/n, please, please, stop walking around like the world is gonna end.” Piper said coming up behind y/n and putting her hands on her shoulder shaking her gently. “You are gonna receive that call, and you’re they’re going to accept you and you’re gonna leave this shitty job and get us a nice vacation somewhere sunny.” She said, earing a small laugh from y/n who then turned to her friend, teeth bitting on her bottom lip, a nervous tic she had.

“But what if they don’t? I mean do they really take this long? I mean I know they probably found a million other girls who are suitable for the part, but for days?” y/n clearly exaggerated on the ‘million part’.

“Yes they do y/n, because this is a big movie and they need to get the person to act with the George Weasley to be the best of the best. They just haven’t realized that’s you.”

“Thanks for the positivity. I’m just gonna scan this fish sticks in and the work on the toilet paper isle to take my mind of this.” y/n gave her a look of ‘thank you really’ and then left to do her things.

She was leaving work at seven, the summer breeze hitting her face, her eyes puffy from tiredness and maybe from a little bit of crying. She lived close to the supermarket so she was going on foot, the walk barely hitting the ten minute mark. But it was when she was close to her door that her phone rang. She picked it up, not looking at the ID because she thought is was piper who had forgotten something.

“Yes?” That’s all she said, before she thought piper was gonna burst in, distressed because she had forgotten something important. But the voice on the other side was male.

“Hi, is this y/n y/l/n?”

“Yes this is she, who am I speaking to?”

“Hi, I’m James, you audition for the movie I’m working on.”

The bried moment where y/n’s thought were not on the movie and so she had a small window where she didn’t feel anxious stopped completely and abruptly and her anxiety came back like crazy. Were they calling her because she hadn’t make the cut? And in the world was she, a somehow positive person, thinking the worst lately?

She thinks it’s because of the crazy amount of bills pilling up in her coffee table because her salary isn’t enough to pay all of them at once so she had to pay them given their priority and need. She usually pays rent, and with the rest of the money that’s left water or electricity. And tries to put some aside for some food, after all she had to survive.

“Ahm yes, yes, sorry.” She apologized when she realized she had stayed quiet for longer than she thought and james had asked if she was there.

“Amazing. So I don’t how to say this in other words other than, I would like you to at this address,” he stated said address “on Friday by nine does that work for you?”

“Sure, yes, but may I ask why?” y/n was lost, why did she need to be there if she didn’t even know if she got the part or not? They were trying to make her look like a fool.

“Because we’re gonna have a meeting and need the two main actors in the movie presen-“ he didn’t get to fisnish the sentence because the scream with had been holding up for what feel like forever finally got out. On the other side James had a smile on his face and his phone way from his ear.

“Thank you, thank you so much I will be there.”

And then they hang up. And for a long moment y/n stayed at the for of her apartment speechless, hands shanking like crazy, her eyes watery but a smile on her face. She got it. Her first ever movie, and a big one at that.

All those millions of auditions where she was left crying because she felt like wasn’t good enough, they now didn’t matter. Didn’t matter because she got the part. And she felt the happiest she had been in a long, long while.

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“Ok, I’ll hang up now but good luck and call me when you leave.” Piper said swifly, knowing y/n was about to enter her first ever meeting. The begging of her dream career. She hung up, put the phone in the back pocket of her jeans and breath in deeply.

She decided to not dress any of the old jeans she used for her (now old) work. So she used on of the best jeans she had, she might’ve worn them too or three times before that, and pared then with a nice blouse and one of her best jackets. Since she didn’t have anything fancy, she wore her tennis. They were kind of old but maybe no one would notice. She got close to the door and knocked three times and when a voice came from inside saying ‘come in’ she did.

She was met with a cute girl, she was the same height had y/n, she had black hair and brown eyes and was looking intensely at y/n. Next to her was George Weasley sitting in of the green colored sofas, one of his legs on top of the other and a phone in his hands.

“I’m Leah, pleasure to meet you. You must be y/n?” She nodded unable to form any kind of sentence in that moment. “I’m George’s assistant. We came in early in case you decided to arrive early as well.”

“Ahm yes, it wouldn’t look nice of me to arrive late.”

“No it wouldn’t.” George said, looking at her with hard eyes, for a moment and then back at his phone.

“Excuse him, he’s a grumpy old man when he had to get up early.” y/n tried no to laugh at that and then sat herself in the chair Leah had pointed to, and then she sat next to her.

“I made him do this because I know this is your first your first ever work related to this. And I you choose to accept some advice I’m more than willing to give it you.”

y/n couldn’t answer her in that moment because they heard the door slam hard, and when Leah looked at the sofa the place where George was empty.

“Like I said, a little moody in the mornings but no worries. Since he left we can do this in silence.” She smiled, and then proceeded to start explaining some brief stuff to y/n. y/n felt that the small amount of time she had with Leah made her felt less nervous. Leah helped her navigate through this new world and how she thought things would go for this movie. “Don’t worry about George, he’s gonna give you a hard time but I’ll give him a harder time.”

“He doesn’t really like the fact that they chose me the, I assume.” y/n gave a nervous laugh, trying to ease the moment.

“It’s not like that. George just thinks they should’ve hire an actress in a name, and experience and no someone who’s doing this first time…” She pretty much had agreed with what y/n had said, but she decided not to dwell on it much longer. “But everyone else loved the way you acted and showed a different passion in the way you acted, you are what they need for this. George just as to suck it up.”

They both laughed together, being interrupted by the door opening and George coming in with the rest of the people, James, Clara included.

“You’re already amazing, let’s get started then.” James said happily, sitting down and giving everyone a gesture to do the same. Leah stayed next to y/n, and George sat next to Leah. Because of the conversation Leah had with y/n before hand she didn’t feel as lost as ever. She understood points and things that were necessary to do. They were also talking and planning how things for the movie would work out, how y/n and George should meet to stage and act the many ,many scenes they had together. How it was important because it created chemistry and the right mood they were looking for in the movie. At the end, after they asked if anyone had any questions, they got up to leave. y/n stayed in her sit even though George had gotten up.

“I think we can take the time to talk about the meetings you both have to do.” Leah said, but she was looking at George because he was the one who was ready to leave.

“You can both talk about that, you have my schedule make her work around it.” George said, looking at Leah. “I have a date with Madison now.” Madison was a singer George had been talking and seeing for a while now.

“y/n doesn’t have to work around anything George, you both have to compromise.”

“No it’s ok, show me is schedule and I can work around it.” y/n tried to make this moment less tense, and soften the angry look Leah had. George smiled cynically and then left leaving the both alone. “Really it’s ok, I have more free time then him. We just gotta work things out so I can organize myself. I have to catch the bus and all of that so it’s better if I know before hand what to do and where to go.”

“Thank you y/n. But I’ll still have a talk with him, he cannot act like this, it’s rude and disrespectful and you are both gonna be working together so he better stop acting up.”

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“y/n is about to arrive, can you please put on some nicer clothes?” Leah exasperated, hands in the hair and her face showed stress. She had arrived about half an hour ago expecting George to be ready in some nice comfy clothes, with his breakfast eaten and ready to start whenever y/n appeared at the hour they had established. But instead George was hungover in his bed, only in his boxers, still soundly asleep. Leah had to come in, wake him up loudly and make him get is ass up from the bed to get ready. He go up still in his boxers and went down to his kitchen to eat what Leah had kindly prepared for him to eat since she knew in his state he wouldn’t prepare much less eat anything.

She watched George move lazily around his house, going to his room to dress something nicer. That ended up being some grey sweatpants and a t-shirt that had some sex quote on it.

“I won’t be here while you both work on the script, but please George be nice to her. y/n is new to this and the least we can do is be nice and helpful. She’s gonna make mistakes but so do you and you are a big actor. So instead of being a dumbass, try and be just dumb.” George flipped his middle finger at her.

The door bell rang and Leah got up excitedly. She was the one who went to open the door, while George put a yellow marker and a pen on top of the script that had been sitting at the top of his dinning table for what feels like forever now.

“Hi y/n. George is in the dinning room, it’s the door to the right.” George heard Leah say and then continue. “I’m not gonna be here so you can both concentrate on the work, but…” and then he stopped listening because she lowered her voice to much for him to be able to hear. The last thing he heard was the front door to his house close and then steps that let him know y/n was getting close.

“Hi.” She said, front the door of the room, she was in comfy clothes, some leggings a sweat shirt and instead of the old shoes she had on the day of the audition she had some sandals. “beautiful house you got here.”

George wanted to growl. He wasn’t here to talk about anything else other than his work. He didn’t wish to make any other conversation other than the necessary one. So was she talking?

“We should get started. I have some meeting in the afternoon and would like for us to make some progress.” y/n nodded quickly, pulling her bag from where it rested and taking her things out. George noticed her script had already written stuff on it along with some highlighted parts. So she had been working, and George had nothing written on it and didn’t really even know where to start even after Leah had asked and warned him to work on it. y/n let her eyes fall on the papers in front of him and then to him again and when she saw the awkward look he had she felt the need to say something nice to ease whatever he might be feeling.

“Look, I took some notes of where I think we should start and something I think we should do in each part to help us get this write.” She started, and pushed her papers towards him for him to see and read. George nodded and took a look at all her little notes. She had a beautiful writing. When he nodded she continued. “Yeah? You agree?” he nodded again. “Great so let’s start.”

“You should seat first, so we’re both more comfortable.” George reminded her when he saw her still standing up.

George realized during the time they started talking that maybe he was wrong in judging her so soon. y/n knew what she was doing, she had worked hard to get everything to his liking and every time they had to try again on a scene wasn’t because of her but because of him. Because somehow he let his mind wonder a bit to much during these times, and also because she looked soft in that hoodie, we thought he could squish her gently and kiss the top of her head, and then hug her closely to him. He was gonna do all of that, the movie had more than enough scenes for them to hug, be gentle with each other and even kiss. What would it be like to kiss her? George wondered. Maybe her lips would be soft, they looked soft right now. Maybe she would taste like mint, or a fruit, like strawberry or lemon. Lemon looks like a bad choice, but he loved the sour taste of it. And her hands, what you they feel like holding his face while pulling him closer to her so they could kiss, would they be cold? Leah had told him the other day how y/n’s hand were always cold, but always soft. She moisturized.

“George? Everything ok?” George looked at her, a little embarrassed because he had zoned out on their conversation and so he had lost the last paragraph of what she said.

“Sorry.” He apologized and asked her to repeat what she had said so he could say his part.

And the meeting itself was not half had bad had George had been dreading it to be. How he thought each minute would drag out, how three hours of this would probably look like a whole day to him. No, instead, three hours felt like five minutes because y/n was easy to work with. It almost looked like she was doing this for longer than him and had more experience than him. She took this very seriously and George wanted to punch himself because he didn’t believe she would.

“So this sums it up for today.” y/n was putting all her things back in her bag, she had a content smile on her, feeling like they had accomplished so much in such little time and this being their first encounter of many before they would start shooting in just a month time.

“Yeah, we did a lot. Do you know when he have another meeting?” He felt stupid asking this, he should’ve waited and asked Leah about this, maybe then y/n wouldn’t think so low of him. Think how he couldn’t manage his time well at anything that he had to have Leah do everything for him. It was not like that, George was busy outside acting. Being as famous as he was he felt some kind of responsibility to show other famous people what it was like to do good.

He grew up poor, like so many other did, she just wanted his fame to not go to his brain. Every time he felt like that was happening to him he would go to Fred, his twin, oh boy he would definitely bring George back to reality.

“I mean it almost everyday.” She said casually, his scared face made her laugh. “I’m joking. We have another one this week and then the rest of the other weeks until filming is only once a week. But I think this went so well we have nothing to worry about. But if you do feel like we should work more just have to let Leah know, and she’ll talk to me.”

George nodded and watched her get up, all her stuff already put and she was ready to go.

“Well it was a pleasure working with you face to face for the first time Mr. Weasley, see you next time.”

And then George was left alone to all his thoughts.

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They were now only a few days way from the first day of shooting and today was the last day they had their meetings. This time Leah was present because after hearing George talk so much about how amazing it had been she needed to see for herself. In general in any of the other movies she had seen George work in he never really had any closeness to the person he was acting with. So this was a first.

“Look who it is, the man of the hour.” Leah said, she was on one side of the kitchen isle turned to the stairs in George’s apartment, and y/n had her back to him.

“Morning Leah, morning y/n.” the look y/n gave him gave him chills. He still wasn’t use to this weird feeling every time she looked at him.

After their first meeting George tried to really keep those thought to him, to not let it get to his head and ruin everything. But every time y/n came she looked even softer, even cuter and it was impossible for him to feel some type of way for her. She just squished herself in his heart and now had a small place in it. He wasn’t rude anymore.

“Leah is watching us today. My first audience.” y/n joked, making George laugh and look at Leah.

“Great. After this I think we could all for lunch. My treat?” George asked looking at both of them. “Just you know to celebrate this last era of just us, before the big part.” They both nodded agreeing to him.

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When y/n entered the studio where they were going to film for the first time, she felt small. Everything was so big and bright and everyone was talking to someone but she had arrived alone, after taking a three buses and almost loosing herself. She looked around, looking or Leah who said she would be close by the entrance to help y/n. She assumed George would already be getting ready to start shooting the scene they were to start today.

When she walked a little more people started looking at her and she started to overthink everything she did. What she wore, how she walked and if her hair was messy. Shit, it could be. The wind outside was crazy.

“Y/n come on.” Leah came up to her side and grabbed her hand, everything went so fast that she didn’t have time to see were she was being taken. Leah had been a guardian angel in all of this, helping y/n through everything and managing both her and George. “George is almost ready, and I cannot believe it, you two are gonna be amazing.”

y/n nodded nervously, and closed herself in her trailer to get ready. Everything laid out for her. And she tried not to be late, and she was able to get to the scene just in time. George taking the rest of what was left of her breath, way. He was in a back suit, green tie and his shoes were black and shinny. The scene in question was not the very first scene of the movie but something more towards the middle, so this scene had touching and some kissing. y/n had made sure she washed her mouth extra good this morning. George came in to hug her, a gesture that had became normal between both of them.

She wrapped her hands around him, they hugged each other tightly.

“You’re gonna do amazing.” He whispered in her ear, y/n shivered, George noticing it, a smile on his face.

“Ok, everyone in your place.” James said loudly. And George and y/n hurried to their places. She gave one last look to Leah who was next to James, her face happy and she gave them both a thumbs up.

y/n started to say her line. Following what the script had, George had his hands on her waist, y/n had hers on his shoulders and slowly they would go up his neck. He was leaning in close to kiss her. Although having to show a certain emotion on screen, the way her heartbeat faster with how close he got was a different emotion. She felt her hands sweat a little and wondered if he would notice when she got way from him.

George whispered something, just before their lips touched. Her fingers closing in around the fabric of his suit, tighten her grip even more when their kiss deepened. And when he pushed away his eyes never left hers.

The scene continued until a little after, so y/n had to bring herself back together and not let anyone understand how she felt after kissing George. When James yelled ‘cut’ she let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized until then she was holding.

“You did amazing.” George said, although with the amount of people around them he wasn’t scared of being a little to close to her. Although he should because rumors with any girl he was with flared up like crazy.

“Thank to you and your helpful very experienced tips.” She nudge his side and they both walked up to meet James and listen to some helpful advice from him.

☾☾

They way things were going amazing was to good to be true. George started inviting y/n after their time on set to just spend some time with him, at first the excuse was that they should work a little more on their scenes, but after the third time y/n stopped biting it and he just had do admit he genuinely wanted to spend some time with her.

So they were both longing in his enormous sofa, watching one of George’s movie because y/n had instated in doing so. George was a little embarrassed he usually never watched his own movies outside the first time they aired on the cinema. He liked to just think they didn’t existed. Not that he didn’t like the job he did, he just didn’t like to look at himself for long periods of time. But y/n had bugging him about it of for so long and the day she gave him those puppy eyes he gave in.

y/n had her legs on top of his, she was in some comfy pajamas because sometime she ended up falling asleep on his sofa and he couldn’t bring himself to wake her up and sent her home, not when she looked like a true angel. So he advised her to bring her pajamas so she would sleep comfortably.

“You look too good.” y/n laughed when a particular scene called for such statement. George rolled his eyes and looked at her.

“This is the last time I’m ever doing something like this. You watched them by yourself from now on.” He stated pretending to be angry, but y/n knew he was playing.

“Shut up, you love it. Every second of this you’re enjoying it.” She nuzzled herself closer to him but when that position of her legs on top of his was not enough closeness to her she decided to change. Turning around so now her head was on his lap and one of his hands came up to gently stroke her hair, her eyes immediately started closing, because it felt so nice and she was tired but she hadn’t realized until that moment.

“If you continue that I’m gonna fall,” she was interrupted by a yawn from her part, “I’m gonna fall asleep.” She finished, eyes already closed and her hands on the thigh she had her head on.

“It’s ok.” He whispered. She did end up doing just that and George had to get up has careful had he could as to not wake her up. Turned the tv and before he left he covered with a thick blanket and the went to his room.

It was about two in the morning when y/n woke up from a wet dream.

She was confused. Her hair was all over her face, some in her mouth. She felt sticky between her thighs and when she uncovered herself she look to see a wet spot on her pajama pants. How? How had it happen? Her and George and been close yes and friendly maybe a little to much with lingering touches and some discreet kisses when no one was looking. But was that reason for her to dream such filth? Her breathing was uneven had she got up, her brain and her legs seemingly not connecting while they guided her upstairs towards George’s room. The lights were off so he must already been asleep. With her legs still shaky she stopped at his door, it sounded so creepy to her, standing there looking at his peacefully asleep. But her body craved his touch.

“georgie?” Y/n voice called quietly while entering the room towards his bed, his king size bed. She kneeled at the bottom of the bed looking at him while his eyes slowly opened, his hands coming up to his head to rub them.

“y/n? Everything alright?” His voice was ruff and sleepy and she felt the wetness between her legs become more prominent but she tried to hide it.

“I-i woke up and can’t fall back asleep” she hadn’t even tried to do so. “Can i- can i sleep with you?” She murmured voice small and hand moving nervously in front of her.

“Of course sweet pea. Come here.” He hold the covers of his bed up so she could come in.

At first after she got in y/n stayed far from him. She was already in embarrassed of coming up here and asking him that, and he said yes so now she was in his bed his warm comfort bed.

“You can get closer, come on.” his sweet voice came from behind her, being she had back to him.

She turned around and got closer one hand under her head and the other on his arm. “Thank you.” she said a smile on her face. He gave a gentle kiss to her nose making her scrunch it up but none the less, laugh. She nuzzled even closer to him, letting her head hide in his neck, he felt her breathing there. The closeness they had made him feel hot all over his body and when a particular change of position made his uncovered leg brush close to her he felt wetness. Her breath caught in her throat. Shit had he felt it? He had to, the way his movements stoped abruptly and the way his hand squeezed her, he had.

“I’m sorry” she hurried to say, now very embarrassed because of what she had said.

“Oh my poor baby, did you have a wet dream?” She nodded unable to speak for herself. “Can I?” He asked gently his hand squeezing her also like that and when he got her agreement his hand traveled towards where she was the most warm. “Sweet thing look at how wet you are. Who made you like this?” He asked, curiosity all over his voice. The hand in his arm came to push his hair.

“You.” He was left genuinely surprised at that. He knew they were close and did things not normal for their relationship but he didn’t know she was dreaming of him like this. Hell if he knew he’d done something about it sooner because she was also filling his mind. His hand gently cupped her pussy thru the thin fabric of her bottoms, a moan leaving her mouth and her hips moving against his palm to find friction.

“So desperate.” She could feel his breath now close to her face his lips leaving kisses all over her face. ‘Tell me baby what did you dream of?’ He asked, his hand putting more pressure on her pussy, her swollen clit loving the attention. She mewled continuing the friction with her hips but now a little faster, almost like she was the one choosing the pace. ‘Nuh uh precious. You gotta tell me first, what was I doing in that dream of yours?’ He pushed his hand way stopping all contact and the broken cry that left her almost made him come back, but he wanted her to speak.

“I- you were.” she tried to speak, her voice shaky. “you were fucking me.”

“oh was I baby? And what more?”

“You- you touched me, with your hands, and they- Oh George they’re so big” The leg that was now in between hers was a great opportunity for y/n to buck her hips into it, the touch to her clit felt like it was too much and too little at the same time. He put his hands at her hips to stop her from getting her pleasure.

y/n brough her hands to his and squeezed them both, her eyes looking at him. “They’re so fucking big George shit, and your fingers.” She was so lost in pleasure that thoughts that made sense almost didn’t pass her mind. “Please.” She begged.

George felt sorry for the way she was feeling. George lets one hand slip from her face, down to her shoulder, sliding his fingers along her collarbone. He drags them down her front, dipping beneath the sheets as he cups the soft mound of her breast. A small gasp leaves her mouth, his hand rubbed against her nipples that immediately got hard from his touch. His mouth came to meet hers letting her moan into his mouth, his tongue touched hers and she felt a shiver run down the entirety of her spine. She did taste like strawberries, the ones he had imagine the first day she had come to his house, and she was soft and squishy like he dreamed of. She let her head fall back a little still kissing him, but that deepened the kiss and her hands came to roam his body staying in the line of the boxers he had.

George pushed of her and looked at her, a smile creeping up on his face. He lowered his head, and bit down on her throat while his hand went thru her pajama bottoms and her thin undergarments to finally touch her now bare pussy. She was even warmer now and the gasp that left her lips was marvelous. He gently brushed his fingers thru her pussy, he could’ve sworn he felt her clit twitch against his hands. The urge he felt then was big and he let his thumb slide against the gentle twitching button that was begging to be touched. He first rolled it gently and when mewled little a kitty he took that had a yes and then rolled again but a little stronger this time. Her legs shook wrapping around one of his legs.

“Oh sweet girl you are quivering, this is your sweet spot isn’t it?” She could only nod.

George’s cock twitched with interest again, he’s hard, he doesn’t think he felt this hard ever, and when her hands gain the courage to pull his boxers down his cock came with force slapping against his abdomen, the pre-cum that left the tip leaving them both messy with the sticky substance. He was stiff has stone beneath the sheets that now felt to much.

“Get undressed.” He said, his voice now a little less sweet and more dominant, he pushed the sheets of them because he now knew both of them were hot. And he also took the chance to finish up taking his boxers, the only piece of clothing that he had. He watched intensely as y/n tried to take her clothes of, but her shaky hands weren’t helping.

When he came down again, y/n took his hand and brought it to her chest, he understood the gesture and gave another squeeze and let, after that, his fingers wrap again around the now hard button that was her nipple and pulled, her hand opening but the pleasure consuming her was so much that the moan that was coming out got stuck in her throat.

He then let is fingers stay in her nipple while the other hand came to her pussy and he plunged two fingers into her, she was so wet that he had his hands soaking again with her juices, she was squishy inside and warm and thigh and he could only imagine how his cock would feel. The movements of his fingers in her so slow that she was bucking her hips again against him fucking herself onto him.

“Desperate, sweet pea.” He kissed her throat again and sucked on it again, the other mark from earlier already purple and this would have the same ending. “You want me to make your sweet little dream come true don’t you?”

The fingers he had inside her pick up it’s pace, her pussy convulsing and spasming around his fingers, whimpers and moans were all y/n was able to let out, her brain was mushy and no thoughts were able to form. And as with his quick pace comes a stron movement, her whimpers turn into longer moans her hands shake, she put one hand on his neck and pulled him to her kissing him hard moaning into his mouth, into his tongue.

She’s so close, he can feel it, this is the first time he’s touching her but it feels like he knows her like the palm of his hand, the way she squeezes even harder around his fingers, how her hips look to closer to him, how he knows she feels any sort of touch from him is never enough. Her orgasm is stopped when he pulls his fingers out, looking for eye contact with her before bringing his fingers coated in her wetness to her lips.

“Open baby, taste yourself.” Ans she obeyed, opening her lips slightly, just enough to wrap around his fingers and she sucked fervently on them. She brought both of her hands to hold his wrist as if telling him to stay there. The way her warm tongue enveloped his fingers had his leaking cock bloat even more with pleasure.

He took his fingers out. “Enough greedy baby, I’ll give you my cock now.”

y/n laid back letting him get on top of her, she opened her legs so he could fit in between them, her hands on his back, her fingernails scratching very lightly at his. It made George shiver and loose a little balance. One of his hands was next to her head holding himself up while the other came down to his cock, he stroked it gently a few times, biting down on his lips to suppress a moan, and then positioned himself at her entrance.

She felt his the head of his swollen cock brush up against her hole, and how he pushed in ever so gently letting them both deep in the pleasure of her cunt enveloping his cock for the first time. The moan that leaves her mouth is something out of an adult movie George is almost sure, he pulls out almost all the way before pushing back in.

“Shit-“ his moans his cut of by the pleasure cursing through his body. “So tight around me baby, just perfect for my cock.” His hands that were supporting his body came to change their position. He kneels between her legs, carefully because he was still inside her, and his hands picked up her legs bending them so she was more open to him. He begins to buck his hips against her quicker and more vigorously, their moans filing the whole room, the only sound they could hear besides the snap of his hips against her bottom, his pelvis sometimes brushed against her clit making her tighten her pussy around him.

George doesn’t hold back on his moans, and the way she feels and responds to his moans makes him know that she also likes. When she moves her hips, he bottoms out on her, his whole length inside her touching the spot that makes her shiver and quiver.

“Fuck, George- so deep.” Her hands come to her breast to touch them, moving them around and toying with her hard nipples making her pleasure even stronger. She was throbbing around him. The smile on his face is big, thrusting up into her while also letting her hips meet his, his balls slap around her bum. y/n’s thighs are tense, her orgasm is starting to build, the pressure in her lower belly starting to get stronger, her legs sometimes twitch as if they’re gonna close.

George keeps bumping into her soft, if she was wet before she’s soaking now, her juices coming from her letting a wet noise be heard, squelching noises every time his fucks into her sweet pussy.

“Sweeteste little pussy baby, can’t believe I’ve been dreaming of this and it’s even better than I dreamed of.” His hips flutter a little in his speed when he also starts to feel his own orgasm building up. She’s convulsing around him, her hands are now bunching up the sheets in her hands and she screams. “My best little girl you are, giving your all on my cock ahm?” The growl tha leaves his mouth is grutal and strong and he gives on last hard trhust agains her as she comes around his cock, her juices coating all of him and his whole cock is even wetter, the pressure from her strong orgasm pushes him out of her and his hand immediately meets his cock.

y/n locks eyes with the hand on his cock, his movement rapid and smooth knowing perfectly how to finish himself, and although she’s looking at his cock he’s looking at her, his free hand comes to one of her breasts and toys with her nipple. “Such cute tits, I’m-“ his voice breaks “i-m gonna fuck them one day, one day- shit.” He’s unable to finish his sentence as his orgasm ripples truh him, his whole body shaking and y/n has to bring her hands to help as best as she can with his fall.

Even with limp arms he tries to not put his whole weigh on her but the aftermath of his orgasm makes such thing impossible. His cum his leaving a mess between her thighs, all over that and his tummy and hers and they both feel sticky.

Sticky but happy, as her arms come to wrap around his body hugging him she feels the best she’s ever felt in a while, even with everything in her life going good. But she feels so close to him, she knows for sure she’s falling in love with the man on top of her and she couldn’t wish for anyone better.

“Thank you.” He murmured. “You are amazing.” He kissed her shoulder sweetly and y/n smiled repeating a ‘thank you’ to him.

This made everything that was to come more interesting. How they still had a whole movie to shoot, and how she knew this wasn’t the end and only the beginning of them.

#smut #george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley imagines #george weasley smut

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Promises - SS/Modern AU

Following up after Byleth brings a time-traveling Emperor back to her apartment. I was thinking some more about a name for this AU, and I believe it was @lysissisyl who one time suggested “A World Without Gods”... And I kind of like it. It’s not like the Dragon Family has disappeared, but the world has since moved past them. Magic still exists, but has grown with technology to become accessible. Possessing things like Crests or other godly gifts aren’t really valued anymore, because anyone can now do what a person with a Crest might have been once able to do. Hell, we’ve even established that getting a Crest or having one removed is about as simple as donating blood.

But being thrown into such a different world in the blink of an eye is daunting, even for someone as strong as Edelgard. But, this is Silver Snow!Edelgard. By the time she and Byleth had their final confrontation, she had effectively lost everybody that she cared about: either they had joined the enemy side and hated her, or they had died trying to protect her. And the heart can only take so much loss.

Byleth has been living with the guilt of her actions for 850 years. She finally has a chance to make things right, but the path will be a long and challenging one.

---

Byleth held a cup under the spout in the sink and filled it up. She couldn’t really sleep, and thought perhaps a glass of water might help. She chugged it back and added the cup to the small pile of dirty dishes. She really ought to do those, she thought, as she stared blankly at the mess.

She should go back to bed. But she couldn’t relax enough to sleep.

“No! Please!”

She was out of the kitchen like a shot, quickly finding the spare bedroom door in her dark apartment. She could hear the struggle inside: that bed was a cheap one, often prone to squeaking and groaning; the ruffle of blankets being fought with; pleas from someone locked deep in a nightmare.

“Please! Come back! Come back!”

Byleth knocked, hoping she wasn’t about to make things worse. “Edelgard?” she called. She could just let herself in, but given the former Emperor’s apparent state, and recent events, she decided to wait. “Edelgard? It’s me. You ok?”

There was another yelp, and frantic gasps of breath. Then: “P...Professor?” Calmer. She must be awake now.

“Can I come in?”

...

“...Yes.”

Slowly, Byleth pushed the door open. She caught Edelgard in the act of furiously wiping tears from her cheeks, the slight blush nothing compared to the dark bags under her eyes. Blankets and sheets were strewn about, indicating quite a bit of tossing and turning.

“I...I suppose I was talking in my sleep again,” she said sheepishly, refusing to make eye contact.

“I wasn’t listening for it,” Byleth told her earnestly, “I...I couldn’t sleep, myself, and I just...” She caught a quick flash of lilac, desperate and lonely. Byleth cleared her throat. “Do you...want to talk about it?”

Edelgard sat up, pulling her legs up close to her chest. “I doubt it would help,” she muttered bitterly. The way Byleth’s varsity hoodie encompassed her small frame made her seem extra vulnerable now.

Byleth carefully approached the bed. “It might, though,” she prompted carefully, “Talking helps release pent up energy and emotions.”

She scoffed. “Another medical discovery of this time, I presume?” she asked in annoyance.

“A lot of work has been done with mental health,” Byleth told her, “More still is needed, but...it is infinitely better than what you are used to, I’m sure.”

Edelgard remained silent, eyes focused on the digital clock on the bedside table.

Eventually, after a few minutes passed, Byleth grew bold. “Who were you calling to?” she asked gently, sitting down on the foot of the bed.

“I...” She looked up again, very briefly. All Byleth had time to see was unimaginable pain. “Everyone...anyone...I... I don’t know,” she whispered, “There were so many shadows. People without faces. Voices with no bodies. They all felt familiar but... They were all leaving.”

Byleth had no doubt she had been one of those faceless shadows. The thought made her heart ache with a guilt she’s lived with for eight hundred years.

“I...” she began. Hesitant. Scared. This apology was coming far too late, and perhaps at a bad time, but if she were to move forward, it had to be said. “I’m sorry,” she said, head bowed, “I’m so sorry, Edelgard. I...I didn’t know what I wanted. I didn’t know what to do. I...I should have been more sure. Confident, like you always are. I should have been there for you when you needed me the most and I wasn’t and... I’m sorry.”

Edelgard stayed quiet. She sniffled softly, and wiped away some fresh tears with the sleeve of the sweater. “You hesitated because you could see what I truly was,” she eventually murmured, pulling her sleeve down a little to trace the shackle scars along her wrist, “You all were smart to stay away from me. You said the world is the way it is because of me... But would it have been the same had I gotten my way? Or is it like this because of you?”

Byleth opened her mouth to protest, but words wouldn’t form.

“I knew my path would be a lonely one when I chose it,” Edelgard confessed, “A path of isolation and blood, one where I rid the world of monsters by becoming one myself. Someone as kind and wonderful as you should never have to dirty your feet as I did... None of you should have.”

“You aren’t a monster,” Byleth said, perhaps a little too quickly, “And I would have. I should have. I... When Rhea made me choose I just... I didn’t know...”

“I shouldn’t have made you choose, either,” Edelgard replied, “I made the decision for you in my head the moment you hesitated, and every moment since. I just... It was easier to let my heart break and stay broken than to try to keep fixing it, only for my efforts to have been for naught. Even when we met again in the Goddess Tower, I... I had become so jaded that I believed there was no way you actually cared. After all: no one else did.”

“That’s...that’s not true,” Byleth admitted, “They all came, Edelgard. All of the Eagles. They though you were the one who didn’t care. I...I should have said something. Told them that you did, but...”

She smiled sadly. “It’s in the distant past, now,” she breathed, “It doesn’t matter.”

Byleth frowned. An unpleasant lump of emotion was forming in her throat that she couldn’t swallow down. “But it does matter,” she said quietly, “It did back then, and it still does now. Maybe things would have been different if...” She stopped, shaking her head in frustration. It would do neither of them good to dwell in ‘what-ifs’. “When we first came back here, you...mentioned something,” she pressed gently, wincing as she spoke, “You said you...expected... to die by my blade.” She met Edelgard’s gaze, lilac eyes brimming with tears. “You...begged me to do it,” she whispered.

“I knew I had lost,” Edelgard uttered, “I lost, Byleth. My war. My empire. My crown... My friends... My family... I have always looked to the future, refusing to look back on the past. And every time, I was able to envision the future I strived for. But... When I lost that fight... I tried to look into the future and I saw nothing. Just darkness. I knew then that I had one of two choices: surrender, and succumb to the crushing weight of despair and guilt and failure; or die.” She paused, wiping the moisture from her eyes with a grimace. “Just...give up, fall into the void. Lay down my axe and finally, finally stop fighting. I tried. I tried so hard to fight it back, to make something of my miserable existence before death caught up with me, but... I lost.”

Byleth felt the dagger of guilt sink deeper into her un-beating heart. She wished more than anything to be able to go back to that moment, that fateful decision point where she chose wrong. But that was impossible. She could only move forward. That’s all anyone could do. She hoped. “And...what about now?” she asked hesitantly, waiting with baited breath and praying, “What do you see if you look to the future, now?”

Edelgard rested her chin on her knees, staring off into a darkened corner of the room. She sat for a few minutes, eyes vacant, before answering. “I...I don’t know,” she admitted sadly, “It’s...it’s still so dark. I...I don’t know where I can go from here.” Her eyes moved to the window, where the never-ending light of the city flowed in through cracks in the blinds. “I’m not sure how I will fit into this world, or if I even can,” she said, sounding so uncharacteristically small, “Everything’s so different from what I’m used to. At least then, when I lost everyone I cared about, I still had my belongings. My home. Or...what used to be my home. I have even less now than I did then.”

Her gaze moved again, finding Byleth’s in the dark room. She saw the deep, earnest concern on her former teacher’s face, and the faintest bit of light appeared in the void of darkness that was her envisioned future. “But...” she said slowly, carefully, “Perhaps... Perhaps I am not as alone as I think.”

“You’re not,” Byleth replied quickly, a cautious smile beginning to spread on her face, “I’m here, Edelgard. This time I promise I won’t leave you.”

Edelgard tried to mirror the careful grin, but her smile did not reach her eyes. “I...” She looked away abruptly, eyes closing tight as if wincing in pain... or bracing for the backlash. “I... Forgive me, my Teacher,” she breathed, shame practically dripping from her words, “But... I wish I could believe you.”

Byleth felt her heart drop in her chest. Those words were the slap in the face she wished Edelgard would just get on with. Byleth deserved it, after all. After everything she had done to the poor woman sitting before her. The lump in her throat was most definitely a sob, and it took everything in her to keep it down. But she couldn’t hold back the tears in her eyes.

“I’m going to help you find that belief,” Byleth said solemnly, scooting a little closer on the bed, “I know my words probably mean very little right now. You have every right to never want to listen to me or trust me ever again. You don’t even have to forgive me. Just...just know that I’m here for you now. You can stay here for as long as you need. I can teach you everything about this world and fitting into it. You don’t have to believe me, but just...know...that you’re safe here.”

It came slow, at first. Like the rain before a storm. Tears neither of them could hold back any longer began to flow. It was Edelgard who moved first, throwing herself forward and clinging with a desperation that consumed her. Byleth felt those strong hands of an Emperor now shakily grasp her shoulders, fingers digging in as if Edelgard was expecting the universe to wrench them apart.

Byleth was no longer able to hold back that sob, and it tore through the damn holding back her emotions like a wrecking ball. She hadn’t cried this much in centuries. And she forgot how much it hurt.

“I’m sorry, Edelgard,” she choked out, holding on just as fiercely, “Goddess, I’m so sorry.” She swallowed roughly. Her words felt like bile in her mouth. Like they could never fully express what she felt. Weakly, no more than a whisper, she confessed, “I thought I lost you forever. I thought I would never get to tell you... Goddess I wish things had been different.”

Edelgard sniffled, her own sobs slowly fading as Byleth’s words hit her. “I thought...five years was long,” she said softly, pulling away so their eyes could meet, “I know we fought, but... Seeing you after all that time...” She wiped the tears from her cheeks, offering a weepy smile. “I was still so happy to see you alive.”

Byleth met her with a grin of her own, her sobs breaking into gentle chuckles. “I would have waited a thousand years for you,” she breathed, “Two thousand. A million. I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am to see you here, despite...despite everything.”

“Then... Perhaps that should be what we focus on,” Edelgard said, “The past is gone. And though we both will bear the scars it left us for the rest of our lives, scars will fade. I...I should know.”

Byleth gently reached out and cupped her friend’s cheek. “You can be anything you want to be in this life, Edelgard,” she stated, “This time, the path is yours to choose. And I promise I’ll help you along the way, for as long as you want my help.”

“My Teach- ...Byleth,” Edelgard whispered, mimicking the affectionate action, “I have always wanted to walk with you. So in this life, I shall.”

“I won’t leave your side for anything, this time,” Byleth vowed.

“E...even...now?” Edelgard asked, sheepishly looking away as she nervously wrung the sheets in her hands. “I...I haven’t been able to get a good night’s rest in... I’m not sure how long. But, perhaps if you’re here, the nightmares might-”

Before she could finish, Byleth flopped comically down on the empty side of the bed, answering the request without any words spoken.

Relief washed over the former Emperor in an instant, and with a small smile, she sunk down under the covers, facing her host on the bed. Byleth reached out and carefully took her hand in hers, giving it a small, affirming squeeze.

“I’m here,” she whispered, “I promise. And if I’m not when you wake up, you can find me in the kitchen.”

Edelgard nodded in reply. “Thank you, Byleth,” she whispered back, closing her eyes as sleep slowly came back to her.

Byleth shut her eyes as well, and as she drifted off, she heard a very earnest, very grateful: “Thank you.”

---

The next morning, Edelgard awoke and Byleth’s spot was empty on the bed. A brief moment of panic seized her heart, until she remembered the rest of her promise. Carefully, she pulled the covers back and left the bed, first heading to the window. The strange, new Enbarr greeted her as she opened the blinds, with its impossibly tall buildings and endless noise. But at least the colours of dawn remained the same.

She cautiously headed through the apartment, taking in the details she had been overwhelmed by the night before. Everything seemed so strange. The furniture was oddly shaped, and far too much of something: too soft, too hard, too simple, too complex. Everything felt so bright as light from the morning sun flooded through the large windows and doors to the balcony. The colour scheme in Byleth’s apartment was mostly neutral: white walls, light grey rug, light wooden floors... Actually, was it wood? It looked like it but didn’t feel like it... She had the odd pop of colour in a cushion or a plant but otherwise it all felt so...empty and bleak compared to the deep, rich colours of the tapestries and upholstery the Imperial family kept in the palace.

She drew a deep breath as she tried to calm down her fears, and as she did, a familiar scent hit her nose: bergamot. And her worries faded as a smile formed on her face.

True to her word, she found Byleth in the kitchen. A well-used teapot sat on the small table, scented steam wafting out and filling the room with the smell of her favourite tea. Two teacups were placed on either side of the table, beside two mismatched plates. Beside the pot was a rectangular, brightly coloured box.

Byleth was rooting through a tall, silver storage unit next to the counter with the...what was it called again...microwave? She stood up, a blue carton in her hand, and smiled when she noticed her guest. “Perfect timing,” she said warmly, setting the carton down on the table, “You liked milk, yes?”

“That’s milk?” Edelgard asked, eyeing the carton with curiosity.

“Yep,” Byleth said simply, reaching into a cupboard and taking out a small jar, “And sugar, too, right?”

Edelgard merely nodded. She hadn’t missed the amount of boxes and jars of food in just that one cupboard alone, and couldn’t imagine how much more could possibly be stored in this kitchen. She reached for the carton of milk, gasping slightly to discover it was cold, and she was fairly certain that silver box was too small to hold ice blocks.

Byleth chuckled, watching as Edelgard glared at the milk carton as if she had just demanded it tell her all its secrets. “Come sit, Edelgard,” she said as she took a seat across the table, “I’ll explain more after breakfast. I got us a little treat.”

She gestured to the box. Edelgard cocked her head as she regarded the strange package. Big, ridiculous letters spelled out...something... Although she had no idea what the word was or what it meant. “Do...nuts?” she wondered, looking up at Byleth with a lost expression.

Byleth merely grinned and opened the box, revealing six decadent-looking pastries. Each one was different, and strange...but the smell alone was incredibly tempting. Five of them were shaped like rings, with a hole in the centre of the cake. The sixth one was a solid circle, covered in a copious amount of white powder.

“That one’s a jelly-filled,” Byleth said as she noticed Edelgard eyeing it, “Strawberry. Then there’s chocolate dipped, old-fashioned, honey cruller...” She pointed to a different one as she listed them, going from the one with a dark brown topping, a simple plain one, and one that was fancifully twisted and covered in white glaze. Next, she pointed to one with pink frosting, and bright, rainbow sprinkles. “Strawberry dipped,” she said, “It’s seasonal, and really good, by the way.”

“And the last one?”

“The best one,” Byleth told her confidently, “Double chocolate.”

The fact that anything was single chocolate, let alone double absolutely floored her. Chocolate had been one of the most valued delicacies that she was aware of. Much like coffee, the beans needed to produce it could only be grown in consistently warm, humid climates that only the southern-most parts of Adrestia could support. Instead, it largely came from other nations that sat further south, and as a result was often incredibly hard and expensive to procure. Being Emperor, she had had the fortune of tasting chocolate before, and had loved it. But even she could only get her hands on a small box only a few times a year.

And now here was this...donut...that was both made with chocolate, but also dipped in it.

“What...exactly is the occasion?” she asked hesitantly, “Surely this cost you greatly.”

“Nah,” Byleth said with a nonchalant shrug, “The whole box was about six bucks.”

“...Six...Bucks?”

“Never mind. That’s just slang for ‘dollars’.”

“...D...dollars?”

Byleth blinked. “Oh...right, sorry. I forgot currency changed quite a bit over time,” she said sheepishly, “It...it doesn’t matter. All the stuff that made pastries expensive back in the past is widely available now.” She then smiled shyly, and continued cautiously, “Last night was...a little rough. I know you’re going through a lot and it’s not going to change over night. It...it likely will only get harder, for a while.”

Edelgard found herself nodding at that, prompting Byleth to wince. “But I just... I thought these might help,” she said with a lopsided grin, “No matter how confusing and scary the world might seem, there are good things in it.” She gestured to the box, prompting Edelgard to take her pick. “Like donuts.”

Edelgard reached out tentatively, but rather than selecting a donut, her hand found Byleth’s resting on the other side of the table. “And...you,” she said quietly, a generous dusting of pink spreading across her cheeks.

Byleth’s heart had never moved a day in her immortal life, but in that moment, it fluttered, leapt like a bird taking to the sky. She didn’t know why or how, but in that moment, it felt right.

She chuckled softly, impressed by how smooth her former student was. She brought her other hand down over Edelgard’s, giving it a small squeeze. “I’ll always be right here,” she promised.

They held each other’s gaze far longer than either of them realized, and once they did, they broke apart, both of them blushing furiously. “Well, go one then!” Byleth coughed out awkwardly, gesturing to the box, “I’m excited to know what you think.”

Edelgard eyed the double chocolate one. “It... You said that one was your favourite...” she began slowly, “I don’t want to take it for myself...”

“It’s alright. We can split them,” Byleth offered, getting up to retrieve a knife. Upon her return, she selected the donut from the box and set it down on her plate, before cutting it in half. She then offered a half to Edelgard.

Edelgard picked it up carefully, looking over the pastry thoroughly. Byleth merely chuckled and simply took a bite out of her half, an action Edelgard hesitantly followed.

The moment the chocolaty goodness hit her tongue, her eyes widened and lit up like the sun. “Oh Goddess,” she breathed, before eagerly taking another bite.

Byleth’s chuckle turned into a mirthful laugh.

#fanfic #fe three houses #ss/modern!au #i think i finally found a name #and a direction i want to take this thing #...if i ever find the motivation #i am totally willing to accept help on this though #if people just want this to be a series of one-shots and short stories #i'm fine with that too #a world without gods

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onthepageoftears · 4 years ago

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Kill Your Darlings Ch. 16 (Jaskier x Assassin!Reader) || Witcher

a/n: Hey everyone. To be honest, I feel kind of weird posting this. I contemplated if I should post this chapter this week for a while, but ultimately decided to do so (which…is how you’re reading this). If you haven’t already seen, I’ve reblogged some sources regarding black lives matter and what you can do to help. Still, I want to put some resources in this post as well. This website (linked here) has good places to educate yourself, donate, and sign petitions. If you can’t donate, you can watch videos like these (here, here, and here) with your adblocker off, and all of the ad money will go to blm organizations. I really encourage you to contribute in some way — anything helps.

As always, enjoy the chapter, and stay safe out there if you plan on protesting!

Your comments and feedback are always encouraged and mean a lot to me!

Summary: Burying the past won’t keep it there forever.

Warnings: mentions of blood/death/murder/killing, gore, angsty reflections lol, spoilers for season 1 ep 1, language

Words: 3,050

Please Don’t Plagiarize My Work!

Jaskier was probably the fussiest person you’d ever met.

You’d known it before, of course. He was particular about what taverns you stayed in, pouting when you and Geralt chose one he didn’t like. Despite his messiness with clothes, he was selective on what he actually wore, what doublets went with what trousers, and so on. But even with all his fussiness, you never thought he would be fussy over someone else. Let alone, you.

As you gathered your things for the next journey, he stood beside you like your own shadow, making sure you didn’t fall or sway or breathe slightly out of rhythm. You almost punched him in the face when he offered to put your knives away for you, when the sheaths were already secure on your body. He got the hint when you sent him a simple, but effective, glare.

To be fair, he was the one who tended your wounds, so he saw how much damage had been done. But he didn’t realize it was nothing you hadn’t felt before, and it certainly wasn’t something that was going to stop you. Still, he was especially cautious after you explained that you needed to go after the same bandit group that took Lilla (at least, from what you’d assumed). You tried to argue that it would not only be another adventure for his songs, but it would clear up why this person — Hotch — was after him.

Sure, Jaskier and your still-fresh wounds couldn’t stop you…but they could slow you down. Jaskier insisted you all wait for the morning to go out again, leaving you to groan in frustration when Geralt agreed. You grumbled to yourself as you threw your stuff by the door, to be ready for the early morning traveling. You didn’t bother hiding your annoyance as Jaskier changed your bandages for you and practically scolded you to get some sleep. But despite your irritation and unrest, eventually, you did.

—

You were sitting in the grass, under the stars. Everything was quiet. Calm.

“They shine brighter when you’re out here to look at them.” You turned your head, smiling at the playful grin on your father’s face. “I’m serious,” he said, turning back to the sky. “They’re here for you.”

You giggled, and though you knew it wasn’t true, you let it slide. But instead of looking at the stars, your eyes stayed on your father, whose own eyes widened in — fear?

You watched as his mouth opened and a scream spilled out, making you whip your head back towards the sky.

You gasped at the sight. The stars were falling, plummeting, towards you. You instinctively lifted your arms to cover your face, a shriek leaving your lips. But after a few moments, nothing happened. When you looked out from behind your arms, the stars were gone. And so was your father.

You sat up in the grass, shifting your gaze to the field around you. You were in your childhood village, but everything was gone. There was only one house a good distance away — it was yours. And your father was walking into it with a knife in his hand.

“No,” you whispered, your hand moving to one of your sheaths. Realizing he must have taken your knife, you pushed yourself off the ground and began running towards the house, sprinting, its proximity seeming to get further and further the closer you got.

You pushed forward, eventually making it to the door. You opened it slowly, blinking in surprise when you noticed Lilla standing, her doll clutched in her hands, eyes wide in fear.

You turned your gaze to the side. You saw your father and mother, face down in their own blood. It was a scene you had imagined before — but this time, Rauf’s body was with them. His lifeless eyes stared back at you, mouth slightly ajar in surprise.

You tore your eyes away from him, only then noticing another body. A loud cry from Lilla made you realize it was Toby.

Rushing in front of Lilla to block her view, you gripped her shoulders in your hands, “Lilla, we have to go.” Not waiting for her to respond, you picked her up and ran out of the house, where the field was no longer a field, and rather the road to Novigrad. You didn’t hesitate as you sprinted in the direction of Novigrad’s gates.

It was when you got to the gates that you realized the little girl you had been holding had disappeared. You looked around, eyes wide in bewilderment.

“Y/N.”

You snapped your eyes back to the gates — there, was Jaskier. Only it wasn’t just him. Joneta stood, her arm wrapped tightly around Jaskier’s neck, holding him to her body. She held a knife in the other hand, against his throat. But it wasn’t just a knife. It was yours.

Her lips curled into a devious snarl, “I’ll never stop. And you shouldn’t either.”

You jumped forward,“No!” Somehow, you grabbed Joneta away from Jaskier, pulling her to your own chest. With one swift motion, you took the knife from her hand and slid it across her throat, the sound of her chokes echoing in the night.

Only it wasn’t her chokes. The sound was deeper, like—

You turned the person around, eyes widening when you realized it was Jaskier. It was Jaskier whose throat was slit. It was Jaskier that you killed.

Your knife clattered to the ground. “No.”

—

Your eyes shot open as you woke up to the recently rising sun pouring through the windows, and Jaskier gently strumming his lute.

You sighed in relief as you got up — you hadn’t dreamt that vividly in a while. You knew none of it was real, or course, but seeing Jaskier alive and well made your heart slow to a normal pace. It didn’t stop your frustration that he let you sleep in when you should have been on the road already, but the snide remarks you were going to make died on your tongue when you stood, pain shooting up your leg as a reminder of the night before.

It was a slow morning, slower than any of the others you had spent with Geralt and Jaskier. It was mostly your fault — you were forced to limp to avoid the pain of your injuries. If Jaskier hadn’t insisted on helping you walk, it might’ve taken a lot longer just to get to your horses.

Right — horses. Roach was no longer a lone stallion — with your still healing leg and the extra weight of Joneta’s body, you needed to get another horse. Jaskier didn’t even complain about using most of his saved coin on the steed, but he did insist on getting to ride it with you.

After you got out of the city of Novigrad, Geralt followed behind you, which you were glad for. You didn’t need to see Joneta’s lifeless body on the back of his horse, even if it was wrapped in sheets.

And for once, you were glad for Jaskier’s distractive company.

“So, where were you thinking?” He practically whispered in your ear as he sat behind you, his voice sending tingles along your skin. You had to force back a shudder, trying to focus on holding your new horses’ reigns — Buttercup, you and Jaskier decided upon. Well, mostly Jaskier. He insisted on having the final say for the name, and you didn’t blame him — especially since he paid for it. And although Buttercup wasn’t exactly…an audacious sounding name, it had a nice ring to it.

You sighed at the bard’s question, “For?”

“Burying Joneta.”

Your body went stiff. In his presence and once infuriating antics, you were able to push the real situation out of your head — you were able to relax, even if it was just for a moment. But in reality, you were not only on your way to bury the friend that you killed yourself, but also towards a bandit camp that you had no official plan for invading.

But recently, it didn’t seem like you had a plan for anything.

You sighed, letting your shoulders drop once more, “Somewhere in the forest. We’ll find it on the way, I’m sure.”

Jaskier breathed in, as if choosing his words carefully. “But…there’s nowhere special? Like…a place you two would hang out, or…gossip about all the…ravishing targets you had to kill at the blade of your own knives?”

Blade of your own knives. You shook the thought away, simultaneously ignoring the inevitable smile that was probably on Jaskier’s face. “No. We didn’t…do things like that.”

“What did you do?” He said after a moment, his voice softer.

You turned your head slightly, looking at him from the corner of your eye. His eyes bore into the side of your face, making you turn back to the road ahead of you.

“We killed,” you said simply, clenching your jaw. And Jaskier didn’t respond.

—

“Should we start?”

Jaskier’s voice didn’t faze you. You were staring at the body on the ground — Joneta’s body. It was wrapped in sheets — probably a lot of them, since you didn’t see any blood seeping through.

The three of you made it to a spot in the forest, where there was a good area to bury a body. It sounded strange to say, but it really was. You hadn’t been looking for a particular spot, but the flowers in the area made you stop Geralt and slide off Buttercup, walking further into the trees. Which was where you found this place. It was a smallish area, big enough for the grave you inevitably had to dig, with trees distant enough and in a strangely circular formation. The flowers around the area were a plus, so you tied up the horses and walked over.

And now you were standing there, with a shovel that somehow made its way into your hand, looking down at the spot Joneta’s body would lay. Forever.

“Y/N?”

“Huh?” You turned away from Joneta’s body, focusing on Jaskier’s concerned eyes. You blinked, finally registering his question, “Oh. Um. No.”

Jaskier frowned, “No?”

“I…need to do this alone.”

Jaskier stepped forward, gesturing to the bandage wrapped tightly around your thigh, “But your leg—“

“I’ll help dig. For a bit.” You were surprised to hear Geralt’s voice, his eyes catching your own when you turned to him. He looked back to Jaskier, nodding to where Buttercup and Roach were tied up, “You go watch the horses.”

Jaskier looked from you to Geralt, his face contorted in confusion. He looked like he wanted to stay, to help, but you shook your head. He slammed his mouth shut, nodding his head slowly.

“Okay. I’ll be…over there.” You watched the bard go, looking back to Geralt only when Jaskier disappeared behind the trees. The witcher’s golden eyes were on yours, making you take a deep breath.

He sent you a nod.

And then you started digging.

It wasn’t easy with your leg. Though you weren’t sure why Geralt stayed, you were glad he did. He was clearly making more progress than you, digging at a speed that could only be explained by his Witcher strength. Whatever that meant.

The two of you worked quietly, only sending each other slight nods or glances as communication. It was refreshing, to hear only the sound of the shovels digging into the dirt, the birds flying from tree to tree, the leaves swaying in the wind. And, of course, Jaskier’s distant singing.

Geralt helped you lower Joneta’s body into the grave, surprising you by how gently he lay it down onto the dirt. He climbed out of the hole wordlessly, only grunting as he stood up. He sent you a curt nod and left you to cover it up. You watched him go until he disappeared past the trees where the horses were, waiting until the very last second to let out a long, quiet sigh.

After a moment, you turned back around. You couldn’t help the pain that formed in your chest as you stepped forward, making yourself look down into the grave.

—

The square was crowded with people, as it usually was. Rauf was on business recruiting people into the fellowship, leaving you to entertain yourself for the day. The best way to do that was to watch people swarm the stands and buy useless items, all while sharpening the knife Rauf finally trusted you with having.

“Hey.”

You didn’t look up. Instead, you focused on the blade in your hands, letting its steel reflect sun rays into your eyes.

“I said, hey.” The person kicked your foot. You scrunched your nose, squinting at the girl who dared bother you.

Her expression was nothing more than bored, “Your uncle told me to find you.” She waited for you to respond. When you didn’t, she rolled her eyes. “Rauf.”

“Why?”

“Didn’t tell me.” She waited a moment, then sat down next to you. “But when I was eavesdropping, he said he wants you to have friends.”

“Psh. I don’t have friends,” you said simply, turning away from the girl beside you.

“That makes two of us.”

—

You tentatively wiped a tear that fell down your face, not bothering to worry about the dirt covering your hands. At this point, it felt like dirt was all you saw. It was all over the ground, sure, and it was now fully covering the place where Joneta’s body was buried — but it was also all over your hands, arms, and now, probably your face too.

You held your hands out in front of you, focusing on the way the dirt was caked under your fingernails. The soil reminded you of blood — Joneta’s blood, how it was covering your nails, your skin, your clothes.

Despite the urge to clean the dirt off, you let your hands fall into your lap and looked back ahead.

“People used to hate witchers.”

You were startled by the voice next to you. Somehow, Geralt managed to walk over and stand beside you without you noticing. He didn’t bother acknowledging the way you hastily wiped the tears from your face, instead sitting down beside you with a huff, “They’d spit when I walked into a room. Stoned me when I entered a village.”

You blinked, still taken aback by the witcher’s presence aside you. “But now they don’t.”

“No.” He turned to you with a hard gaze, “Ever heard of the Butcher of Blavikan?”

“Only stories,” You murmured. The Butcher of Blavikan was the talk of the guild for a while, but you never really paid much attention. But after a second, your eyes widened with realization. “That was you?”

Geralt only nodded. He looked ahead, his eyes clouding with regret, “I hurt someone. Someone who I thought could have redeemed herself. Could have walked away from the destruction she was causing.”

You cast your eyes downwards, back to the dirt covered ground. You swallowed the lump in your throat, “How did you…you know. Turn it around?”

“Jaskier.”

“Jas—“ You frowned, turning to the witcher with an astonished expression. “What?”

“Jaskier wrote a song.”

You blinked, “He…wrote a song?”

“As bards do.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile playing on your lips, “The coin one.”

He nodded.

You shook your head, astounded by your own ignorance. You had heard the song many times since being with the two, but never listened to it. Knowing Jaskier, he definitely fibbed the stories he went on, or reflected on, but still. You’d have to really listen to the lyrics the next time he played it.

Next time.

Would there be a next time? If all this was over — no, when — where did that leave you? Would you go back to your normal assignments? Travel and hope you would find jobs on notice boards, like a witcher?

Geralt’s voice broke through your thoughts. “It’s never easy to kill one of your own.”

One of your own. You turned to him, “Had much experience?”

“Too much.” He waited a moment before continuing. “The right choices are often the hardest. But the hardest choices…you often don’t know if they’re right.”

You watched him for a second, a smirk forming on your face before you could help it. You snorted, “You sound like a...stubbornly wise wizard.”

Geralt only chuckled. You squinted your eyes at him, an amused smile falling on your face. It was strange to see him acting this way — showing emotion. It was almost like…he trusted you.

You scoffed at the thought, making him turn to you with a questioning gaze. You shook your head, “Just thinking about when we first met. When you tried following me to my guild.”

His face went back to being serious, “I trust you now."

You laughed louder this time, “Says the person who followed me again.” Geralt’s eyes widened like he’d been caught redhanded. You’d only found out that Geralt had followed you to your new guild this morning, when Jaskier let it slip. It made sense why Geralt hadn’t been at the inn when...Joneta happened. At the witcher’s frown, you held back a smile and jutted your head behind you, where the very bard was still out of sight.

Geralt grunted, “Bard can’t keep his mouth shut.”

“And you can’t keep your witchery nose out of other people’s business.”

Geralt paused, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. As quickly as the surprise was there, it was overtaken by a smug smile. “Jaskier is getting to you.”

You smirked and shook your head. In more ways than one.

“I do trust you now,” he said once the smiles fell from your faces. You turned away from him, back to the grave in front of you.

“I know.” A sigh escaped your lips as something clenched at your heart. You placed a hand on the dirt in front of you and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath in and out before opening them again. Joneta’s body may be here, but she would always be with you. Like Geralt’s past was never forgotten, was immortalized in countless songs, you would always remember your own. And you’d have to live with it.

You stood up off the ground, looking down at the witcher with a determined frown, “Now let’s go take down this fucking bandit camp.”

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Lots more Geralt in this chapter, hope y’all enjoyed! Stay safe as always :)

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dramaticwrites · 5 years ago

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Mood Rings (6/6)

Title: Mood Rings

Chapter: 5/6

Fandom: DCU

Pairing: Jason Todd/Roy Harper

AO3: HERE

Note: It is done! Thank you all for your kind words and sticking with it.

Summary:

Jason said, pulling his arms behind his back. “Pick a hand.”

Roy eyed him suspiciously, “You’re not going to punch me are you?”

“Oh my god” Jason exclaimed exasperated, “why would I punch you?” His eyes narrowed. “Should I punch you?”

“Where the fuck is he?” Jason said, bursting through the double doors, turning the heads of a few others in the waiting room. In any other situation Dick would have been amused by Jason’s dramatics. But in this case, as the person on the other side of his rage, Dick felt it was the best idea to put his hands up in defence as Jason stormed across the room, leaving muddy footprints across the sterile white floors of the hospital. It was best in these situations to try not to have security called, mostly because judging by how red Jason’s face was and how white his knuckles were there would be blood and while the hospital is an ideal place to get hurt it wasn’t somewhere you wanted to get thrown out of.

“Breathe,” Dick said as calming as he could. Wishing this was Tim or Damian that could pull into a great big hug to help. Again, that might lead to getting stabbed which was not on Dick’s list of things to do that day. “The doctors all said he is going to be fine. He has a mild concussion, a few broken ribs and a broken wrist.”

“You were going for lunch. How did he get into an explosion at lunch?” Jason said, frustrated, but Dick knew it was more at the situation. Plus this was the world they lived in, one of the reasons they went out at night to try to make the cities safer.

Dick shrugged. “It seems like a former employee didn’t like the management.”

“I need to strangle Roy for always pulling this bullshit. Where is he?” Jason asked and Dick tried not to smile, mostly because he was pretty sure Jason would start going after him next.

“I don’t actually know, they said they were getting him a room. I thought it was best to wait for you.” Dick explained.

Jason groaned, pushing Dick out of his way as he made his way over to the reception desk. “Do you know how many stupid things Roy can do in that time unsupervised?” He asked before turning to the nurse at the desk. “Can you tell me which room Roy Harper is in? Please.” He added for good measure.

The nurse looked him up and down, lowering her glasses as if sizing him up, clearly having seen the scene he made along with the dirt he dragged across her waiting room. “And you are?”

“His fiance.” Jason blurted out without a second thought. She paused but that seemed to be the right thing to say because she gave him the number and pointed down the hall. To which Jason took off down without missing a beat, leaving Dick standing in the waiting room speechless.

Roy’s room was small, there was an empty bed in the corner of the room. Jason always hated hospital rooms, he couldn’t really imagine anyone that would actually like them. But they were a necessary evil, especially in their line of work. Or in the case of now, Roy being a trouble magnet of the worst kind because apparently the only case he needed was lunch in order to wind up getting hurt. If Jason didn’t know better he would think Roy did things like this on purpose just to wind him up, but Jason did know Roy better and knew that even Roy had limits to just how much he would do to wind Jason up.

Rubbing his hand over his face, Jason took a seat in the chair pulled up next to the bed. Taking Roy’s good hand into his he ran his thumb over the back of his hand feeling all the old scars and calluses on his hand from years of wear and work with his bow.

“Jay?” Roy’s eyes stayed closed as he mumbled the sleep heavy words. It reminded Jason so much of the few mornings when their alarm would actually go off before they got up and Roy would mutter something while trying to throw his body over Jason’s to keep them in bed just a little bit longer.

Jason squeezed his hand to anchor him. “Right here. Go back to sleep you’re going to need your energy for when I murder you when you get home in a few days.”

“K,” Roy mumbled before Jason felt his hand go slack again.

It ended up being one day later until Roy got home, which was not a moment too soon because once Roy woke up he was hard to keep entertained and in bed. So as soon as he was cleared of problems Jason was charged with taking Roy home, which Jason was more than happy to do. After all, he too was already ready to be done with the hospital after the first hour of sitting in the small chair watching reruns of soap operas while Roy slept on and off. It was much easier when they could both sit on the bed together.

Roy had been suspiciously quiet since returning home from the hospital, to the point where Jason was starting to wonder if he needed to take Roy back to the hospital. The breaking point had been when he looked up from the book he was reading to notice Roy was mindlessly flipping through one of the old wedding magazines's Dick had been so unhelpful in donating to Roy. While it wasn’t odd that Roy was flipping through the magazine, he had been doing it often lately and they did have a lot of pictures which was helpful while he recovered. What was odd was that fact that Roy was usually loved to share all the stupid and cheesey pictures with Jason trying to get a rise out of him, which he was very good at to a level unmatched by anyone else. But judging by the point he was in the pages, he hadn’t just started and he had been quiet which was another sign.

“Do you need to go back to the hospital?” Jason asked bluntly, already trying to think where he left his keys.

Roy looked up and tilted his head slightly. “No.” He paused thinking for a moment. “No. Why?”

Jason pointed at the magazine. “That.”

“Are you threatening me?” Roy asked slowly. It wasn’t uncommon for Jason to threaten him, he just usually did it in more creative ways.

“What? No.” Jason exclaimed with a sigh, getting nowhere. “It’s just usually you’re always trying to drive me nuts when you read those and wave your ring around like an idiot.”

“Well that’s because I can’t.” Roy said trying to make it sound like a laugh, but Jason could hear the pull at his words. But he watched as Roy held up his broken hand, it was then Jason realized that there was no ring on the finger. “I guess it broke off when I broke my wrist.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “That’s why people don’t propose with cereal box prizes.”

Roy looked down at his ringless finger. “Yeah I guess so. It was fun while it lasted but I guess this means you’re off the hook for the proposal.”

“Finally.” Jason exclaimed, wishing he could be a bit more excited. It would have been a lot more victorious if Roy wasn’t trying so hard to keep the smile on his face. It was moments like this Jason really wished he couldn’t read Roy as well as he could. “I’m thinking this calls for Victory Burgers, I’ll even buy. The usually?”

The smile on Roy’s face grew a little less sad. “Yeah, with extra fries.”

Jason laughed, “I know to get you extra fries, otherwise you eat half of mine.”

“Yours always taste better.” Roy said as Jason rolled off the bed.

“Yeah well you’re an idiot.” Jason said, too preoccupied with finding his shoes to think of a good retort.

The burger shop should have only taken a half an hour, but the side detour to the grocery store on the way extended it by a half an hour. When Jason got home an hour later, Roy had managed to move himself from their bedroom to the couch with the same magazine spread out on his lap. Jason dropped the burgers on the coffee table, handing Roy’s to him so he wouldn’t have to jostle his ribs too much. The burger, fries and milkshake seemed to put Roy into a better mood, not that he was too surprised knowing full well a milkshake and waffle cut fries were the way to Roy’s heart.

After dinner, Jason took the wrappers to the kitchen and dumped them into the trash but also grabbed the two boxes out of his bag. Putting on in each of his back pocket he walked back to the living room where Roy was sitting. “So since you have been not an asshole for a whole day I picked you up something while I was out.”

“It better not be more food.” Roy groaned rubbing his stomach. “Even I have my limits on food.”

“Its not.” Jason said, pulling his arms behind his back. “Pick a hand.”

Roy eyed him suspiciously, “You’re not going to punch me are you?”

“Oh my god” Jason exclaimed exasperated, “why would I punch you?” His eyes narrowed. “Should I punch you?”

“No.” Roy said quickly. “You just usually don’t do surprises.”

“Just pick a hand before I change my mind and punch you.”

Roy thought for a moment before pointing at his right hand. That seemed to amuse Jason who let out a laughed and brought his hand forward and turned his hand palm up. Sitting in his hand was a small plastic mood ring that he had to go through three cereal boxes in the car to find. It was worth it to watch as realization of what was in front of Roy as his face went from cautious to excited to soft to something Jason couldn’t put his finger on as Roy slowly reached out and went and grabbed the ring, placing it on his good hand.

Looking from the ring to Jason, Roy grinned wider than Jason could recall. “I can’t believe you got me another ring.”

“Yeah well…” Jason said, unsure what to say next. “You seemed to miss it.”

“Yeah. I did.” Roy agreed, looking down at his ring before looking up at Jason. “What would I have got if I picked other hand?”

Jason took a deep breath before holding out a small wooden box, holding it out for Roy. Roy stared at the box, unsure of what to make for it. Instead he took it into his hands turning the smooth wood in his hand before noticing the hinges. As soon as he cracked open the box Roy let out a gasp as he dropped the box quickly as if he had been burned. Luckily Jason had been there to catch the box and keep it upright so the titanium ring stayed nestled between the red velvet in the box. The ring wasn’t overly flashy, but it had two small red rubys at the top between an engraved arrow, which Jason couldn’t fully decide if that was cheesy or not. Judging by the look Roy’s face it wasn’t cheesy at all.

In fact, Roy looked like he was having trouble breathing, and not just because of his broken ribs. Instead his eyes kept moving from the box to Jason who looked like he was waiting for his report card. “What? I...is that?” Roy asked, trying to find the words for what he was looking at.

“Marry me?” Jason said, followed shortly by, “fuck I was supposed to do that on one knee.”

Roy grabbed him before he could finish kneeling, and pulled him towards him in a long kiss. “Fuck yes.” He muttered against Jason’s lips.

“Thank god.” Jason said, reaching out and taking the mood ring off Roy’s hand and replaced it with his new ring.

Roy held his hand up, watching the way the ring glistened in the light. “When the hell did you get this done?” Trying to think of a time recently that Jason could have had time to go out and get a ring designed.

“About three weeks before I gave you the mood ring.” Jason said, rubbing his neck trying not to look at Roy who burst out laughing. “Well I mean I wasn’t sure if you were going to say yes. I thought it would be a safe way to test if you were interested in a non joking way.”

“You’re an idiot,” Roy laughed, dragging him in for another kiss. “But you know this means we actually have to plan a real wedding now.”

Jason groaned. “Yeah...we don’t have to invite our families right?”

“Of course not.” Roy placated, knowing there was no way either of their families would let that happen. “Though we should take a selfie to send to Dick.”

“Do we have to?” Jason asked.

Roy shrugged. “I mean it might blow his mind.” Then he added. “If you do it, we can go make out like horny teenagers.”

Jason grabbed his phone. “You’re the worst.”

“But I’m yours.” Roy said, placing a kiss on Jason’s cheek as he snapped the picture with his hand held up against his own cheek.

“Yeah yeah...you’re mine.” Jason said as he sent out the photo to all his contacts with the caption ‘my idiot fiance’ before clicking the phone off knowing that when he turned it on he would have hundreds of messages from just about everyone they knew. But Roy was smiling at him as he played with the ring on his finger. Things were never easy with Roy, but even the complicated bullshit and arguing parts were worth it with Roy. And yeah, there was going to be a huge world wind of their familes, and planning a stupid wedding, and trying to live happily ever that it was going to be a nightmare, but if it meant Jason got to do it with Roy it would at least be slightly less terrible. There was nobody else Jason would rather spend his life with and has he leaned forward and pressed his lips into Roy’s he hoped his kiss said all of that.

#Jason Todd #roy harper #jayroy #red arrow #red hood

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Cadence - CH 2

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Chapter Two

To trust myself To trust someone else To trust the doubt in the back of my mind Trust the trail of pain left behind Yes, I knew better then

“Trust” - Christina Perri

Thirteen days went by before Vergil thought of the mystery woman again. Of course, Dante’s “mission of utmost importance” had been nothing but a few larger demons, but it had been enough to distract Vergil’s mind from the conversation.

Well, he never truly forgot, as much as he thought he should. He hadn’t seen her since the first meeting, and assumed she’d given up by now. Dante had teased him numerous times about it and somehow procured the bookmark no matter where Vergil tried to hide it. He had considered throwing it out, but he’d begrudgingly kept it when Dante’s alternative was to “fold the corners down to mark your place”.

Beyond their near-identical looks (which was becoming more debatable by the day), Vergil and his twin were absolutely nothing alike.

By the next Friday, however, he and Dante had forgotten about her entirely, as it took everything he had to survive the awkward family gathering. Granted, Vergil was certain that everyone else would say that he was the awkward one, and not them. And while they were (probably) right, Vergil was too stubborn to admit it.

But what else could he do? Nearly everyone, Nero’s foster kids included, kept giving him these… looks. The humans were wary around him, except for Lady who was either glaring at him so intensely that he might burst into flames, or ignoring him entirely. Trish was the most composed, but he didn’t miss the occasional side-eye she gave him, as if she expected him to turn on them at any moment.

And then there was Nero. His son… that he talked to once for five minutes after his return from the Underworld before ending up in a duel to the metaphorical death. Vergil had won, of course, but it sure hadn’t felt that way when Nero stormed off, calling Vergil a “fucking asshole” at least twice. The two had awkwardly avoided each other ever since despite all of Dante’s attempts to force them back together.

And that’s how Vergil ended up in the kitchen on this particular visit, watching his family with two doorways and a hall between them. They’d all relaxed after he’d quietly excused himself from the room, though none of them would ever admit that was the reason. The children were playing a board game with Kyrie, while the others cheered on Dante or Nero in some kind of fighting game that Vergil didn’t bother looking at. He’d considered leaving twice in the last half-hour, but waited since he’d promised Dante a portal home.

Though that might be a promise worth breaking once he finished his coffee.

Vergil’s eyes wandered out the window. It was never his intention to be the “downer” of the party (Dante’s words, not his). But things had not been simple since they’d returned from the Underworld. It was part of the reason Vergil had been hesitant to come back in the first place. Not because he didn’t want this… second chance. (He hesitated to call this new life such a thing, as he didn’t feel he was using it in any meaningful way). But because he had so many things to fix. The damage the Qliphoth had done surrounded him everywhere he went. His “relationship” with Nero was fractured at best, and shattered at worst. Then there were other scars… ones he didn’t dare think about.

So many mistakes. So many things to fix. Even Dante couldn’t tell him where to start. That’s something you’ve gotta figure out on your own, Verge.

“Mr… Vergil?”

His eyes jerked up, and Kyrie practically shrunk back into the hallway. Vergil took a deep breath, annoyed at how painfully his heart hammered in his ears. “I… apologize.” He said, trying to ignore the way that Nero was staring at them from the other side of the room. Whether it was fear or anger in his son’s eyes, Vergil wasn’t certain. “It seems I was caught up in my own thoughts.”

Slowly, Kyrie nodded with a timid smile. Vergil didn’t know how much of his demon self he was exuding, though he had been trying to suppress it more in situations like this. It didn’t matter when he was out and about. But around his family… he wanted to be better. But from the way she was shaking ever so slightly, he knew he was failing at that too.

“I just wanted to make sure everything’s okay,” She said.

He nodded. “Don’t concern yourself with my wellbeing.” Her eyes fell and Vergil silently cursed himself. What was wrong with that? That should have eased her concerns, not added to them. But Vergil had been wrong about a lot of things lately. “I’m alright,” He said, forcing a more gentle tone. It wasn’t perfect, but she did look at him again, so he was finally doing something right.“Please let my brother know that I will return for him later.”

She nodded a second before Nero stepped into the hallway.“Everything alright, Kyrie?”

“Of course,” She said with more confidence than before. “Just checking on your father.”

Nero blinked as she moved past him. Vergil didn’t know if that was meant to be a jab at Nero, himself, or if he was looking too far into things again. And the look on Nero’s face told him that he wasn’t certain either. But when their gazes met, Nero’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. When he left without a word, Vergil knew he was no longer welcome.

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Haven was quiet when Vergil stepped out of the portal on the edge of town. Though that was to be expected given the late hour. It was rare for anyone to stay out past sundown given the nature of demons and the like. And while Vergil did his best to cull anything that came near, one could never be too cautious.

Tonight, however, he was going straight to Devil May Cry, read a book, and try not to ponder why he felt so… unlike himself.

Sad. V’s voice gently corrected him. Vergil shook it away.

“You’re quitting tonight?”

Vergil froze. Impossible. That woman was here again? Maybe she lived in the town, but he hadn’t seen her during Dante’s “meet and greet” he’d dragged Vergil on three separate times. And he was certain they’d visited everyone, as he’d nodded his “hellos” at so many people he was half surprised his head hadn’t fallen off. But she hadn’t been there, and he doubted she would donate to a town she wasn’t a part of. Everything outside of Haven was either badly damaged or abandoned. Dante had mentioned the “lucky few rich folks homes” a few miles away who’d made it out relatively unscathed, but with the number of demons that prowled the area, no one dared live there.

Vergil didn’t know why he didn’t walk away. He had no reason to listen in. No reason to have any interest in this person. Yet the exhausted smile on her face mixed with the clear pain in her slumped over body made his heart twist in an odd, unexplainable way. And while his mind urged him to try and talk to her, his stubborn side stopped him just around the corner. After all, why would she want to speak to him? She’d offered him a chance, and he’d ignored it. Surely after almost two weeks…

“Please, Taylor.” The woman’s voice was quiet. A normal human wouldn’t have picked up on the agony buried beneath it. “All I’m asking is for a couple more nights, and I’ll be happy to pay you extra for it.”

“I’m sorry, Roxy,” Another voice said. Vergil hadn’t realized the woman was on the phone to begin with. “I genuinely wish I could be there for you. But my daughter…”

Roxy bit her lip. “No, I know. It’s okay.”

“You have someone else you can call, right? I know you’re worried about another episode…”

Episode? Vergil didn’t know what to think of that, nor could he ignore the very, very, small twinge of concern when Roxy’s arms shook as she sunk further against the wall. “Yeah,” She said. “I’ve… I’m sure I can find someone. Take care of Meena.”

“Thank you… and I’m genuinely sorry.”

Vergil heard the beep of someone hanging up. Whether it was Roxy or the other woman, he wasn’t certain. But the hiss of pain as Roxy pushed herself off the wall was undeniable. “Well Aki,” She muttered as her hands clamped around the strap of her side bag. “Looks like it’s just you and me.”

A quiet chirp responded, and Vergil was certain it had come from the same bag. A demon? He didn’t know for sure, but it wouldn’t take much to find out. So, forcing down his own misgivings, Vergil blinked forward. But as he moved to step in front of her, she stumbled to the left. He caught her before he realized what he was doing, and she pulled away in shock. Except she was still clearly off-balance, and barely avoided crashing straight into the wall. “Holy hell,” She said. “Where did you come from?”

He ignored her. “What are you doing?”

“Taking a break,” She said. “What else does it look like?”

Vergil raised an eyebrow. “A break from…?”

“My walk home,” She shrugged as she stood up straight. Her attempt at bravado was commendable but failed spectacularly when she spasmed in clear pain and leaned back against the wall. “It’s a beautiful night,” She continued as if nothing had happened. “I just wanted to enjoy the....” She paused with a quick glance upward. “Starless sky?”

Infuriating woman, Vergil thought as he narrowed his eyes. He didn’t miss the odd movement in her bag, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. “Where is it?”

“Up there,” She said pointing at the sky. “Where else would it be?”

Vergil was certain he was glaring at her now and was only mildly surprised that she held it without any trace of fear. “Your home.”

She paused, before sighing as her eyes drifted closed. “I live in a studio apartment just outside Fallen West Abbey. There’s a complex there that everyone in the town swears is haunted.”

“That’s almost five miles away.”

“Yep.”

“And you’re injured.”

She flinched, and he wasn’t sure if it was the pain or the fact that she’d been caught. Maybe both. “This is normal. I’ll get better.”

“Before or after your walk?”

Another flinch. “On… Thursday? Probably?”

“Two days?”

“Give or take.”

What was wrong with this woman? Vergil wasn’t the most experienced with injuries (or whatever was going on. He didn’t smell blood, nor were there any broken bones or anything that he could see) but even he knew she wouldn’t make it that far. Had she planned on collapsing in the street and hoping for the best? Or did she truly think she could stumble across town, through an area known for demonic portals, and pass over five steep hills and everything would be okay? Or, perhaps even more idiotic, why was she talking to him, a man she barely knew who had (admittedly) appeared out of nowhere, so calmly in such a weakened state?

How was she, unlike everyone else, unafraid?

Vergil let the silence lapse as he considered his options. Or, more accurately, as he tried to understand the thoughts rolling around in his head. The first time they met, she had interested him to some degree. Well-spoken. Appreciated the classics. Didn’t seem to judge (or even care) about his brash introduction. But Vergil still couldn’t escape that gnawing sense of self-doubt; something that was becoming more frequent and irritating over the last few months. After all the mistakes he’d made over the years, was it really fair to drag another human down with him? And what was the point in trying with her if he couldn’t even talk to his own son?

It’s the demon she’s got, He thought. That’s the only reason I care.

Even though he didn’t quite believe it, it was a good enough reason to move on.

With a frustrated sigh, Vergil said, “I’ll make a deal with you.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “I’m listening.”

“We have extra rooms at our shop,” Vergil said.

“Your… shop?”

“Devil May Cry.”

“You work there?” She said, “But…”

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you need,” Vergil cut her off. “If you tell me about the demon in your bag.”

Her eyes widened, and Vergil couldn’t hide the slight, and temporary, smirk of victory. “It’s not… like that.” A loud chirp made her scowl. But, she took a deep breath, stood up a little straighter, and said, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

She was crazy. That was the only possibility. And despite his annoyance at the entire situation, and the overwhelming urge to walk away and be done with her, Vergil blocked her path with Yamato instead. Her eyes flickered to the sheathe for a long moment before she sighed. “Of course you’re a demon hunter. Why else would you carry that thing around?”

“You won’t make it home like this.”

“Probably not.”

“Then do we have a deal?”

She glared at him. “You’re not allowed to kill him. He’s no threat to you.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Then no. I’ll walk.”

Vergil blinked and, for the briefest of moments, his mind went silent. “What?” He finally forced out.

“My boy’s not a threat,” Roxy said. “He’s been with me since long before that tree, and the last thing I need right now is to lose him. So no. I’m not risking his life for a quick trip.”

Now, he was well and truly flabbergasted. “Do you honestly think you’ll make it?”

She threw one hand into the air as the other pressed back against the wall. “I don’t know but I don’t have many options at the moment, so I’ll take my chances.” She pushed past Yamato, leaving Vergil to stare blankly at the wall for far too long.

This is pointless. If she wants to get herself killed, that’s her choice.

But his eyes betrayed him, drifting back to her as she somehow found her way down the street, using the wall as a strange sort of lifeline. And when she reached the end of one building, she took a deep breath, pushed herself off with a quiet grunt of pain, and stumbled to the other. And she kept going like that. Slow, but methodical. A stubborn, foolish… desperate…

Hadn’t I done the exact same thing?

The thought was sobering. His mind drifted to the fleeting remnants of his escape from… somewhere. He didn’t remember that part. Too many jumbled memories and nightmares overlapping each other in an endless loop of nonsense. But he did remember how he felt before he’d found Nero. Desperate. Exhausted. Hopeless. Alone. He hadn’t had a plan, but he had wanted so desperately to survive. And even after foolishly separating himself… he had still wanted to live. He’d wanted to be whole again, no matter the cost. And if that demon of hers, whatever it was, allowed her to do that… then what right did he have to threaten it?

Vergil’s hand tightened on Yamato’s hilt, before he snapped forward, blocking her way in a blur of blue. She jumped in fright, spasmed slightly, and glared at him. “Stop doing that!”

“What is he to you?”

“Why are you so fast?”

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“Why are we arguing when I don’t even know your name?”

Vergil didn’t like this constant feeling of bewilderment, and he still didn’t know why he was tolerating it. But there was something driving his own questionable behavior. If he knew what it was, he’d probably squash it immediately and be done with it. But his brain was dead-set on whatever this was. And if he’d learned anything from his time as V, fighting his instincts would only make things worse. “I won’t harm him.”

She stared at him, surprised. That makes two of us. He thought. “You… promise?” She said.

Vergil twitched. “Must I repeat myself?”

A long moment of silence followed. Vergil simply watched, unbothered, as she shakily leaned against the wall and let her eyes close again. Her heart was beating out of control, much more than Vergil thought it should have been despite her struggle. Vergil tilted his head just slightly, not enough for her to notice, but enough to focus. Her breathing was raspy. Sweat was pooling on her forehead, and she was much paler than he remembered. “You’re injured,” He said. “Why?”

“It’s a long story,” She said. “But I guess I need a bit more help than I thought.”

“I offered you a deal.”

Slowly, she nodded. “Fine. Just let me...” Her voice trailed off as Vergil sliced open a portal and resheathed Yamato before she could blink. “What is that?”

“Go.”

“You want me to walk through it?”

Vergil huffed. “What else would it be for?”

She reached for it hesitantly, her eyes wide. When her hand brushed the expected nothingness, she jerked back. Vergil rolled his eyes. “It won’t bite you.”

“Well, I don’t know that!”

“Just go.”

After another pause, she said. “I don’t suppose I can add your name to our deal?” Vergil didn’t move, and Roxy merely sighed in resignation. “Should’ve thought that part through, I suppose.”

“Vergil.”

She stopped mid-step, eyes flickering to his in a moment of confusion. “What?”

“My name.”

A quiet Oh slipped from her lips. “Well, mine’s…”

“Roxanna.”

“How did…?”

“The store owner,” He said.

After another slow blink, her eyes turned murderous. This time, no pain in the world could stop her from throwing her hands up to the heavens in pure frustration. “No wonder you never called me back!”

She flinched, hand reaching for her side in immediate regret. But her sudden outburst had, once again, rendered Vergil speechless. “What?”

“She ruined all the mystery,” Roxy muttered.

And as she vanished through the portal, Vergil began to wonder if he was the crazy one.

#Vergil #VergilxOC #Slow Burn #Nero #Family Drama #Mutual Pining #You know how hard it is to not post chapters quickly while sitting in my house all day long?

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A lot of this is just venting, so read if you want to see me having a mental breakdown.

So this quarantine has got me thinking and overthinking a lot about my life and career. I’ve been thinking about what I’m going to do with my degree, and where I’ll end up in life. I’ve been worrying about my health, both physical and mental, since I haven’t really been thinking about either of those things since I started college. I’ve been trying to figure out who I am, but all of this thinking has gotten me nowhere to be honest.

I’ll start with my academics. I miss being an engineering student. Not because I could see a future of me pursuing that career or because I was excelling for the short time I was in that field, both of those things were true at the time, but the real reason I miss it is because I felt that I was respected more for being a STEM student than being an art student. I’ve always struggled with this internally – that I needed to showcase my intelligence and prove to others that I’m not stupid. When I told people that I was applying to colleges for civil engineering, almost all of them told me that they were surprised and that I should do something that I’m more known for – such as art and writing. All of my friends, though saying that they supported me, all hinted that I should do what makes me happy. My ex told me not to apply to a school because she thought I was doing it to be closer to her – I wasn’t, but she didn’t believe me. My close friend group told me to “just do whatever you want to do,” when I asked them if they could see me doing that type of career. My family was cautious about me pursuing this, and my mother was quick to tell me that I should change my major when I called her to vent about an assignment I had a hard time completing. I hated it. I hated that my image was being the “artsy” person. That I was only seen as capable of having a career in a field where no one cares if you’re smart. Where my knowledge in physics and astronomy would be useless. Where my love for science and mathematics would all be pushed aside because it’s not needed for this type of work. I miss being seen as an intelligent person. Now, when people meet me and get to know me, I’m just an airhead. A fool who thought she could make it in the world as an engineer. A lazy student who paints pretty pictures.

I don’t hate where I am now with my studies, but a part of me wants to give engineering another shot. The only reason I really left was because it got too expensive after one semester. Plus, my mother kept pressuring me to do something else since she didn’t want to pay for me to go to school for engineering. It was a stressful time. I was eighteen, I had no close friends after the breakup, I didn’t have the self-confidence to make myself known to my peers when I started school. Everything was changing so quickly and I had to adjust. I did very well my first semester, and I keep looking back on it and thinking why everyone thought this was wrong for me. Why would they say that I can’t make it as an engineer when I got a 3.8 gpa my first semester and managed to get into the Women in Engineering organization, was part of the engineering learning community, got a decent amount of merit scholarships, was on a good track to qualify for the BS/MS degree program, and had plans for co-op opportunities? It’s like none of the things I did were enough for anyone to see that I was doing well. If I had money to continue at that school, I probably wouldn’t be in this situation. I wouldn’t have this added pressure to do well or else all this time spent in school would be a waste. I wouldn’t be thinking too much about the amount I’ll be making when I graduate, and which company or project I’d be part of. I wouldn’t have pushed myself to participate in every event since school activity fees were thousands of dollars per semester and I didn’t want my mother telling me that I’m wasting her money. I wouldn’t have had to fill my schedule so much that I had no time to breathe.

The path that I’m on now is great. I feel different, and I feel like I’ve grown more as a person pursuing design. I’ve learned so much about myself. I’m capable of so many things I didn’t think were possible for me – very small and mundane things like having good communication skills, being a leader, and having a voice that I want people to notice and listen to. I’ve learned to love where I am in life by pursuing this career path. Or maybe it’s settling, but I want to hope that it’s not. Despite saying this, I wish I had given myself more time for engineering. Maybe I would have reached this point of self-confidence and self-acceptance with that degree as well. But I’ll never really know now.

Now on to my well-being: my health has always been an issue, but I never really tell people about it. My mental health was an issue since I was young, but my therapist and psychiatrist couldn’t do much for me for the year that I had them when I was in middle school. I don’t know if I can even say that I’m mental ill anymore since I’m a functioning person who only feels weird and out of place occasionally. I don’t have a diagnosis of what I’m struggling with. I never did. I was never prescribed anything because my mother didn’t want to pay for it, and the health insurance didn’t see me as being at risk to others or myself so they stopped paying for group therapy after a week. So I guess that’s that. My physical health I know is my own fault. I don’t eat well or exercise or keep myself active. The things I do to my body, I’m aware it’s killing it. Lately, my hearing has been giving out and I’ve been ignoring it for years. I never told anyone about the ear pain and the hearing loss and now I feel like that was a terrible decision. I always just assumed I had trouble comprehending audio or that my audio processing was delayed or something. I thought the ringing in my ears were normal or at least a result of dehydration. I’m on antibiotics now, but surgery would be the best option to fix this. I’m not sure I want it though. Same with my eyesight. I haven’t been taking care of my eyes and now it’s predicted that I’d be legally blind by age twenty-five. My body is always in pain and I know it’s because I’m not taking vitamins and supplements to keep my bones healthy. My insides hurt and I’m constantly dehydrated, but I still insist on donating blood every year since my iron levels are normal and I haven’t passed out yet.

I don’t hate doctors, I just think my health insurance hates me. As well as my mother, but only regarding my health since I’ve always been good at not complaining about being sick so now that I’m experiencing all these health complications, I think she thinks that I’m lying about it. I would love to have a primary physician and have the annual physicals. I would love to see my chiropractor regularly since my back is the main source of my pain. I wouldn’t say no to seeing a dentist after all these years of not having dental covered by the insurance for some reason. I want to find a therapist that I’m not afraid to open up to. I would like a psychiatrist who trusts me and won’t repeat everything I told him in confidence to my mother when I’m in the room and then have to hear an earful from her in the car on the drive home. I want to be better physically and mentally. I no longer want my body to die slowly and fall apart. I might want to see past twenty-five, or at least have the option.

After saying all this, I’ve concluded that I should get a therapist, get the ear surgery, and continue down this career path and see where I end up. I want to say that all of this would happen, but I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll feel different when I’m out of quarantine. Maybe I’ll have a change of heart regarding my studies later on. Maybe my circumstances will change if my health worsens. I don’t know what I hope happens. I just want life to continue, but right now it feels like everything is frozen in time.

#personal #my posts

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taffyarella · 5 years ago

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No Grace Falls Upon the Careless

My BDRRM Kwentuhan

I can recall how a Theology professor of mine once said that “in disasters, there is grace,” while she was discussing a lesson in class. I took note of that a few weeks ago because that was just one of life’s ironies that dawns upon you every now and then. At some point I agreed to it—especially how, as Filipinos, it can be evident knowing how resilient we are. Filipinos can be seen managing to flash out smiles amid the flooding and chaos. We manage to swim in our own pieces of tragedy that floods us every now and then, but I realized that this shouldn’t really be something we should be proud of. Yes, resilience is important, but it shouldn’t be romanticized; the chaos behind it shouldn’t be taken for granted. At some point, again, I started to question my professor’s statement. How was it going to be true for those who didn’t make it? Knowing how difficult it must be for my fellow citizens, this activity made me ponder more. With my interview with Kagawad Edgar Estigoy, the barangay official assigned to disaster management, I picked up numerous points that made me analyze my own community’s situation and whether or not the quote I acquired from our teacher applied to the people in it.

According to the notes given to us in our NSTP course, hazards are “any phenomenon, substance or situation, which has the potential to cause disruption or damage to infrastructure and services, people, their property and their environment.” Knowing how anyone can be subject to danger no matter where they reside, I had Kagawad Edgar identify the hazards that had been present in our community—Brgy. 397, Zone 41, Sampaloc, Manila.

According to him, the heaviest calamities that had hit the barangay were typhoons Ondoy and Piping. He referred to these as the worst as he recalled how the barangay was in deep flood for hours due to heavy rainfall and winds. The streets surrounding the community, especially España, weren’t fully developed as the drainage systems weren’t functioning well. These changed when a mega dyke was built in Blumentrit to mitigate the situation as told by Kagawad Estigoy. Another hazard that had hit the barangay, but fortunately has not affected it much, were the earthquakes. To be more aware or cautious about these things, he mentioned that we are already living in the age wherein Information Technology is very accessible and prevalent. This helps the council be on the lookout for incoming calamities. Indeed, the term “high tech” has been familiar to us, and this has paved the way for people to communicate and disseminate information easily. Aside from this, Kagawad expressed that there are organizations involved in providing people information like the Bureau of Communication Services, National Telecommunications Commission, and PAGASA. They also have what they call a “Public Address”, barangay tanods that roam around, and volunteers to help spread info. Basically, they become aware of an incoming disaster when they get the “nationwide notification” or warning; they, then, notify the residents of the barangay. What probably is a good thing amid all the disasters is how the community is not badly affected no matter how often these come. To give examples, Kagawad Estigoy cited how the recent typhoon Tisoy came yet the worst we’ve experienced out of it were heavy rains and strong winds that thankfully didn’t come to the point of destruction compared to the regions that had to go through being badly damaged like Isabela, Cagayan, Mindoro, Albay, Bicol, and Leyte (as cited from the interview).

When it comes to assessing people at risk in the community, the ones who fell under the most vulnerable to hazards were those who were near establishments made out of wood, which were the areas that were also considered the most dangerous within the community. This is because wood can easily catch fire which--something that cannot be easily put out. This kind of establishments would also be easily “washed out” by floods and destructed by winds. But in the community’s case, very few infrastructures are still made out of wood as most (within the streets of Moret, Galicia, P. Noval, and Tolentino) are already concrete.

According to Kagawad Estigoy, in times of disasters, those who will be largely affected would be the workers or “mga taong naghahanap-buhay”. He said that we cannot be sure with the financial stability of anyone and meant that not everyone has jobs that can sustain each day which can be affected with a single hit of a storm. Despite this, in terms of vulnerability and facing calamities, the interviewee said that the residents are not really affected to the extent that services will run out as the people are always willing help each other out, as well as give or donate resources. On the other hand, the safest place that can be located within and near the barangay were the open spaces and evacuation areas in the Paaralang Juan Luna and the field of University of Santo Tomas. Kagawad also added that the concrete establishments that surrounded the barangay were informed to be open and accessible to all to be evacuated in during emergencies, especially the building wherein the Chairman of the barangay resided. He said that they were tasked to give way to those who badly needed help or shelter and not be selfish with space. So far, there isn’t an existing problem that the barangay is facing which prevents it from being a better community to live in or from rising up again because in the first place, the fall is already prevented.

In assessing the capacity and disaster management, the council of barangay 397 equips itself and the community with supplies that is ready to use in times of dangerous situations. These evacuating tools include first aid kits, wood cutters and saws (incase of situations that would require removing big obstacles like trees that would fall on cars or roads), machines, ropes, emergency vehicles, and more. The council also makes sure to disseminate information to the community when there is an incoming danger. To help the people be prepared for any disasters, activities like fire drills and earthquake drills are conducted for the safety and awareness of everybody. The barangay council, community volunteers, and support from NGOs all help in the protection and preservation of peace and safety of the barangay.

My Community Walk

After gathering information from Kagawad Estigoy, I took a community walk to assess and check if the data I have accumulated matched the barangay’s situation. Below are what I have captured with regards to the hazardous areas, safest places, and best practices around the community.The hazardous places or spaces that I have captured included (1) infrastructures made out of wood since, as the interviewee had mentioned, it could easily catch fire and is feeble enough to be destroyed by strong winds and floods,

(2) sidewalk and road blockages/damages that have no proper warning signages which could put people in danger such as making them fall, trip, or are simply being obstructions,

and (3) open construction sites that are too close to roads and establishments that is hazardous for many passersby that do not have PPE (Proper Protective Equipment).

Some issues I have noticed were (1) the presence of too many electrical wirings that were all messily looped together which can be a cause for fire

and (2) the presence of heavy-duty equipment near construction sites that were just lying around unsecured.

A hazardous practice I have captured is the construction workers act of not wearing PPE’s while working which could harm them while they do their jobs.

The safest places, as mentioned earlier, are the (1) UST field,

(2) Paaralang Juan Luna,

and (3) the barangay hall itself which is also where the barangay chairman resides.

Last but definitely not the least, some best practices I have witnessed in the entirety of my community walk were (1) the proper segregation of waste (as there were trash bins in almost every corner in the community) and designated areas for recyclable materials,

(2) the presence of many security cameras (for proper surveillance) and a warning horn (for important announcements),

and (3) ready-to-go barangay vehicles that were provided for disaster response.

Because of the interview and community walk, I couldn’t help but also notice the issues that can be perceived to be small but can have a lasting effect. An issue I found confusing was how the barangay was missing a DRRM plan, which although crucial, seemed to be taken for granted since I was told there wasn’t really a need for it because the plans were all connected and “programmed” anyway in the council; that they were simply wired to be informed already. Another issue fell more under how the people don’t really follow the rules set out for them and their common good, even in the simplest things like proper waste disposal and taking segregation bins for granted. Pieces of trash can still be found scattered around the area despite having been provided with trash bins. These, in my opinion, are issues because it can affect everyone residing in the area and can be a cause for a domino effect that will gradually build up in the long run (ex. being a big factor for floods and health issues).

The mere fact that people continue to be careless despite being provided with a chance to come up with a solution (programs/plans) or have a solution (trash bins) right before their eyes tells something about the discipline that is lacking within the masses. This also influences people to go on with their misdeeds. This does not only apply to this particular community but to the whole country as a whole. It reflects the lack of effort of the citizens to do the simplest things to contribute to the betterment of other people and the environment. This is why change hasn’t come, and why a lot of bad things prevail in the country; because we can’t even follow something simple due to being undisciplined and careless. We need to be able to address this because people don’t even realize that due to these, more and more add up to being under the vulnerability list.

To increase the capacities of a community, it needs to start within the individual. The practice of thinking of the welfare of others should always be put in mind because as long as we care and live for the common good, there is hope. Perhaps, what the local government can do about it is conduct seminars and put up more infographics that are eye-catching will actually have an encouraging effect to the audience—activities that will leave a mark which will be remembered for a long time and can be taught by the elderly to the younger generation. Also, the local government can have somebody assigned to conduct a monthly check of the community area. Information can also be disseminated online to make use of the cyberspace where influence is strong and where almost everybody can be involved. But, all this cannot be possible if discipline isn’t present and maintained. There will not be grace amid disasters if people do not actually learn from what they did wrong which contributed to the worsening of a situation that eventually leads to a disaster.

#KwentongBDDRM

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ambermurdock · 6 years ago

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Perfect Little Girls

Had an idea for a Grown Up PPG fic. It got long, so I added in a readmore!

The girls retire from fighting crime after high school. Times have changed, and a lot of their enemies have retired, died, or are serving their time in prison. They’re ready to have their own lives. Professor Utonium supports and is proud of them.

Buttercup decides to backpack across the country. Being able to fly is super helpful for this, and she can visit her sisters whenever. Finds herself doing bouncer work, and keeping an eye out for women in danger to protect. Spent some time working at a lesbian bar, where she felt at home. She misses crime fighting the most, but not more than she misses her goody goody sisters.

Bubbles became an independent content creator, as something like a Youtuber. Lots of Story Time videos, makeup tutorials, whatever she feels like sharing. Sells comic/coloring books based on her adventures with her sisters. She thrives in the community. She makes enough to be more than comfortable, but gives a lot of her money back. She prefers to use her influence to save the day, if possible.

Blossom spends her 20s investigating several careers, decides she’s wasted on office work, lacked the capacity for stupid for running a store, and she has too much heart for politics. Not that she ever technically failed at any of it. She was good at it all but none of it was right. After spending some time with her dad in the lab, helping him with his research into Chemical X, she realized it felt... right. Like coming home, or slipping into your favorite shoes. She decided to become a scientist like her Very proud and Touched dad, and after her schooling becomes known as Dr. Blossom Utonium.

She moves back home, both to take care of her aging father and be closer to her research. He insists he’s fine but she loves him and she worries. They have a good time working together, and make some breakthroughs that required Blossoms methods and analytical mind (and sometimes tests on Buttercup.)

Over time, they begin to notice the world becoming more like their youth. Dangerous. People who would call themselves villains are working their way into notoriety. The girls childhood rival Princess is running for Mayor (a position long held by Ms. Bellum after their good friend retired) and her methods are ruthless. It’s looking like playing fair isn’t enough to ‘Re-Elect Bellum’, as the signs staked in yards all over town say. She has some ideas for prison reform that don’t benefit the right people. Blossom is worried.

She calls a family meeting. Buttercup is eager to get back into the game, though Bubbles is hesitant. She has a life now, and things at stake. Blossom assures them that wasn’t her intention for Them to return to heroism, but instead to create 3 new little girls for a changing world. Research in chemical X has advanced enough that she thinks they could even have fingers, and maybe smaller eyes.

The Professor and Bubbles are unsure. The work is dangerous, and this kind of thing hasn’t been tested intentionally. Bubbles would want these little girls to have a chance to be little girls. Buttercup is on board immediately, offering herself as their trainer. Blossom is absolutely positive that it will work. Their work life balance will be better than theirs was, knowing what they know now. They’ll have tech assistance as well. They all eventually agree that they would try it, but if it works and the girls Don’t Want to do it, they won’t be forced.

It takes some time. Hundreds of failed experiments that fortunately do not turn grotesque, calls to the fire department, and sleepless nights later, they Know they’re going to succeed. Buttercup moves back to town permanently and opens her own bar, with financial assistance from Bubbles and Mayor Bellum. Bubbles moves into a house in the neighborhood to be closer to the kids. And Blossom has been gathering ingredients.

Sugar, Spice, and everything nice are not all little girls are made of. They need compassion, creativity, and cunning. They need to be kind empathetic and open minded. They need more than powers to save the world, they need a drive. They have to care about other people.

Each of the girls contribute something of their own. Blossom donates the first chapter book she ever finished. She loved it, wore the covers down with her hands as she read it over and over through the years. The girls to have curiosity and intrigue in things around them, as well as imagination.

Bubbles makes the hard decision to contribute Octi, her favorite stuffed animal. He was a fuzzy purple octopus with a top hat when he was still new. Now he was grayed and flat and missing parts of his face. The girls need love, she figured, and Octi was as loved as he could get.

It took Buttercup a little bit to decide what to add. She didn’t keep a lot of relics from her youth, and she worried her own personality would be too volatile. She gave up the first leather jacket she bought for herself when she left townsville. Once shiny and black, it was now dull and well broken in. It also had been converted into a vest, and decorated with patches and buttons. It was her armor for her years abroad, a second skin. She never went a day without it. The girls need to be able to protect others, but also themselves.

The day comes, and it couldn’t be a better time. Mayor Bellum is again Ms. Bellum, as Princess won the election. It’s hard to say how, most of the citizens of Townsville had declared their intentions to Re-Elect Bellum. It was safe to assume there was money involved. A new villain, claiming to be the apprentice to Mojo Jojo, has begun causing trouble. Several older villains that are ‘mysteriously’ being released from prison and are getting jobs as Mayor Princess’s personal security and enforcers. They need this to work more now than ever.

This time the measurements are careful. Each of the girls treasured belongings are added, along with portions of the expected sugar, spice, and everything nice. Blossom offers for the Professor to do the honors of adding the new reformulated Chemical X, but instead he poured it for them into 3 portions to add together. With cautious excitement, they did, and before they could cover their eyes there was a blinding FLASH of light! (This, of course, is why you wear proper lab equipment.)

After their eyes recovered, and the Professor returned to a standing position, they saw the fruits of their labor, asleep in the individual pods designed for them to be born into. They looked more... traditionally human than the girls did, and a couple years older. Closer to 10 than 5. Eyes are large, but not as off putting, 8 individual fingers and toes each, a nose on each of them. Upon careful inspection, one had yellow eyes, with red hair like Blossoms, but curlier. One had orange eyes with Bubbles blonde hair, though shorter and messier. And the last had red eyes with Buttercups dark black hair, styled blunt and long. They were named Daisy, Daffodil, and Dahlia respectively.

After they gained consciousness and were given their own clothes, dresses similar to the ones the girls once wore when they were young, it was clear that the experiment had been a success. Professor Utonium was thrilled to have children in the house again. He loved his grown up girls, but something about having 3 little trouble makers jumping on the bed and asking for ‘One More Bedtime Story’ warmed his aging bones.

None of the three of them could have children traditionally, the way they were made, and for the most part they had decided that was for the best. There were a lot of kids out there that could be adopted if they wanted families. Blossom, for one, wasn’t sure if she even wanted them. But something changed in those moments when she saw them come to life. She would do anything for them, and she knew her sisters would do the same.

Buttercup, the cool aunt, became their trainer. She taught them how to kick ass, take names, and be confident in who they are. Bubbles was the fun aunt, who as well as taking them to the mall and painting their nails (weren’t they so lucky to have them, and so long!) taught them about inequality and humanitarianism. And Blossom was mom, doing everything in between. Shepherding them to school and back between lab work, making sure they were fed and clothed.

In return the girls saved Townsville, again and again. They took to it naturally. And more than fighting monsters, they fought injustice. They protected their classmates from bullies and strangers from unjust arrests. Perhaps to the older crowd who thought crime fighters should stick to villains and monsters, they wouldn’t be as popular as the crowd pleasing original trio. But to the young folks, to the kids who grew up with Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup, who are raising their own kids with theirs, they couldn’t be more thrilled for the future.

Nothing was more exciting for them than getting that Google alert on their phones whenever a news site would announce in a title; “The Day was Saved, Thanks to the Powerpuff Girls”

#mine #powerpuff girls #ppg #fanfiction #ppg fanfiction #long post

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halloweennut · 6 years ago

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Music Lessons

Here’s a quick Felicity centric piece about her giving music lessons to Webby, as inspired by @musekicker who has been helping me out with ideas for fics/drabbles (also, go read her ducktales drabbles! they are so good). Fic after the cut.

Being between seasons and shows was hard for someone like Felicity who lived and breathed rehearsing and performing. Of course, small little productions and charity events kept her busy, but they didn’t exactly pay rent. So, with her years of musical training - voice, piano, various strings, flute and trumpet - not to mention dancing, Felicity had the bright idea to teach music and the occasional dance lesson. She had flyers all over Duckburg, and a friend at the local newspaper ran her ad for cheap as well.

Fortunately, there had been plenty of parents wanting a teacher for their children, especially the rising middle and more bourgeoisie families. As long as they paid, weren’t rude, and didn’t expect their offspring to be Handel, Bach, or David Bowie after two lessons, Felicity was happy to teach. Granted, she was happy to teach regardless - she loved her craft, and sharing it by performing or teaching she loved most of all. After a while, whether it was her personality, teaching abilities or her status as an uprising ingenue of the theater, Felicity found herself with a near full schedule again during the off-season.

As such, having a phone call in the morning for an introductory session that afternoon wasn’t a surprise.

“My boss doesn’t want this getting out into the the public that he’s hired you,” a curt female voice said over the line, but quickly turned slightly softer, though it was hard to hear. “Not in a bad way, but he prefers his privacy, especially in regards to his niece and nephews.”

“I understand,” Felicity said, cradling the phone between her shoulder and head as she grabbed her schedule. “I don’t tell anyone about the people I teach. It’s all private. Who am I teaching exactly? And for what?”

“His niece and the cello,” she replied. “Are you available this afternoon? Something came up with her normal instructor.”

Felicity paused, scanning her schedule. Between one piano lesson and one voice lesson she had a two hour block available, which was ample time to see where the niece was in her studies and continue where she left off, then get home and ready for the voice lesson.

“I do have room for a one and a half hour session at three,” Felicity answered. There was a flutter of paper on the other side of the phone.

“That works. We’ll send a car for you at 2:45, “ the voice said. “Please be prompt.”

The phone clicked in her hand before Felicity could even respond. She scoffed at the phone, but nonetheless penciled down the lesson before pulling her cello from what should have been a broom closet. She had an hour before her first lesson of the day, easily enough time to practice.

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At 2:55 the bumpy car ride finally ended, and Felicity’s suspicions were confirmed about who had hired her. Other than the crash prone driver, who she recognized as none other than Scrooge McDuck’s, the large mansion she stood in front of, hopefully unscathed cello on her back, was certainly his. Felicity had run into Scrooge once or twice before at a few productions and charity events, but he hadn’t been the talkative type. Granted, those were times she had been in the chorus or he was just avoiding obvious charity workers as a way to avoid being pleaded for donations. She also didn’t expect to talk to him that day either.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to carry that?” Launchpad called from the cab of the car. He had been kind enough to carry it from her apartment door and into the car, and while more or less careful then, Felicity was shaken from the ride and was more concerned about making sure her cello stayed intact.

“I think I got it from here, thank you though!” Felicity smiled sincerely. Launchpad nodded with a thumbs up, and drove off as she made her way up the steps. The doorbell ringing was punctuated by the sound of a bumper getting crumpled and a hub cap rolling off it’s housing, causing Felicity to flinch. The door opened to reveal an older woman, who looked down at her expectantly.

“I suppose you’re the music teacher?” she asked, gesturing for Felicity to come inside.

“Yes, I am. I’m Felicity. Felicity Columbia,” the swan responded, quickly entering the foyer. “Were you the one who called earlier?”

“No, that was Penelope, Mr. McDuck’s secretary at the Money Bin,” the older woman began to walk ahead of her, leading her into the mansion’s halls. It was a very quick paced walk, and Felicity only had a few glances of the rich interior of the house. The walk stopped in front a set of double doors. “Should you need anything, I’m Mrs. Beakley.”

“Just a few rules,” the tone was like a drill sergeant’s as Mrs. Beakley turned to face her, and Felicity felt herself straighten up. “No snooping, no prying into anyone’s lives here, and no telling anyone who has employed you. Our last instructor did that and we had to fire him.”

“Yes m’am,” Felicity agreed. She didn’t try to bother and tell her that these lessons were called ‘private lessons’ for a reason, not wanting to start anything that could get her in trouble or lose a student. Mrs. Beakley looked pleased.

“My granddaughter is in the music room after these doors,” she said, much to Felicity’s confusion that she thought her student was Scrooge’s niece. “I’ll be coming in to check your progress in approximately 45 minutes. Clear?”

“Crystal,” the swan replied, placing a cautious hand on the door knob. “Can I head in? It’s almost two and I’d like to get started.”

Mrs. Beakley nodded, and Felicity opened the door to a small study. The walls were lined with oak shelves and a great deal of books and portraits of the mansion’s owner. Felicity let herself admire it for a moment when she heard the opening notes of a short warm-up begin on the behind the door on the other side of the wall. Felicity smiled - it was very rare that students took initiative to begin warm-ups without her. With a gentle knock to alert her student, Felicity opened the door to a small, well-lit room with a piano tucked away in a corner. The small duck’s head snapped away from the neck of her cello towards Felicity, who waved.

“Hello!” she said, making her way over. “I’m Felicity, your cello instructor for the day. What’s your name?”

“Webby,” the young duck replied, and shook Felicity’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you. Sorry it was short notice!”

“It’s not a problem,” Felicity chuckled. “I’m always happy to teach. While I get my cello out, can you continue your warm-ups? Then you can catch me up on where your regular teacher left off. Sound good?”

Webby nodded with a determined hum, and turned her attention back towards her instrument, sliding into a neat progression of scales. The swan smiled as she rosined her bow - this was going to be a very productive lesson.

By the time Mrs. Beakley stopped in to check on them, Felicity had been brought up to speed on where Webby was in her lessons - “Very advanced for your age group,” she had said, which Webby preened at. “You should feel accomplished.” - and they not only finished where her previous teacher left off, but began a new piece as well. Mrs. Beakley entered into the room to the sound of a more advanced piece being broken down and worked through, stilted but on its way. The two cellists looked up when she entered, Webby grinning wide.

“Hey granny!” she happily said, waving her bow in greeting. Felicity smiled with a quick ‘hello’ as well. Mrs. Beakley nodded with a slight smile.

“Webby, Miss Columbia, how is the lesson going?” she asked. Webby stood on her chair, excited as she lightly bounced on her heels, still holding onto her cello and bow.

“It’s been great! We’ve started a new piece and I learned this neat new finger position! It actually cramps my hand!” Webby stated. Felicity smiled.

“It’s only for a little while, Mrs. Beakley,” she said assuredly, “just until she gets used to the position. You should be very proud of your granddaughter. She’s very proficient, not to mention diligent when it comes to practice.”

“I’ll be prouder once she stops bouncing on the furniture,”Mrs. Beakley said, eyes wary as Webby quickly sat back down with a sheepish apology. “But I am very proud of her. I’ll leave you to back to your lesson then.”

Felicity and Webby nodded and turned their attention back to the next line in their sheet music, which featured the hand-cramp inducing finger position. At the end of the lesson when Beakley came back, a good quarter of the piece had been broken down with instructions to practice it, as well as look onto the next few lines and break them down the best Webby could.

When Felicity was returning her cello back to it’s case, Webby bounded over to Mrs. Beakley, having a conversation that the swan couldn’t quite here, but Webby’s tone of voice was cheerful at least. As she closed the lid, she felt a tap on her leg, and turned to see Webby standing behind her, arms crossed behind her back and looking almost serious.

“Everything alright, Webby?” Felicity asked. The duck nodded.

“I was wondering if you could be my cello instructor from now on?” Webby asked, much to Felicity’s surprise. “I had a lot of fun during my lesson, which isn’t normally the case, and you didn’t make me feel like I was doing anything wrong, even when I was wrong! Please be my music teacher?”

Felicity, for a split moment, wanted to strangle whoever was teaching her before for making Webby feel wrong while playing and making the lesson not fun at all, but swallowed it down. Besides, they had been fired. She looked up at Mrs. Beakley, who nodded, and she smiled and looked back at Webby.

“I’d be very happy to be your teacher, Webby, if you’ll be my student, “ Felicity said. Webby squealed in delight and lunged forward, jumping up to hug Felicity around the waist. The swan couldn’t help but laugh, and quickly returned the hug with a pat on the head. “Webby, how about you case your cello, and I’ll talk to your granny about a lesson schedule.”

Webby dropped down to the floor with a peppy ‘alright’ and a pumped fist and quickly went to take care of her cello. Felicity picked her case off the floor, slinging it carefully over her shoulder as she made her way over to Mrs. Beakley. “Am I her instructor now? I just want to make sure it’s alright with you and Mr. McDuck.”

“I am satisfied with your tutelage, and Mr. McDuck will be pleased that we now have a better, more discreet instructor for Webby,” Mrs. Beakley replied, opening the door for Felicity. “Webby, say goodbye!”

“Bye, Felicity! See you next week!” Webby called with a wave from her case.

“See you then! Remember to practice,” Felicity waved back. Webby nodded with the sureness of a soldier and returned to her case. Mrs. Beakley closed the door behind them and Felicity was finally able to ask as she followed Beakley back to the front door: “Is she really Mr. McDuck’s niece? It’s what, um, Penelope said earlier.”

“Honorary niece, Miss Columbia. It’s easier just to say niece and be done with it though,” Mrs. Beakley answered curtly as she opened the front door to let the swan out. “Will you be available this same time next week for lessons? I suppose your hours will change once the show season picks back up again into production however.”

“Yes, and the week afterwards as well,” Felicity responded. “And, yes, my hours will change once my company has shows in production. How did you-”

“I keep tabs on anyone who interacts with my household,” Beakley said flatly. Felicity didn’t have a verbal or mental response to that. “Have a good day, Miss Columbia. Launchpad will drive you home now.”

The door closed, and once Felicity processed everything up to that statement, she unstuck herself from her spot on the stair and down to the waiting towncar.

#ducktales oc #ducktales #webby vanderquack #mrs. beakley #my oc #felicity columbia #i have two more planned for her right now #as well as a fenro fic;a crackbeaks one; and a couple penelope centered ones #raidenraccoon #musekicker

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