#and he wouldn't have told them anyways bc that is between him and harry but fucking damn wouldn't it have not deterred them

[breitzbachbea]

@fvriva Copying this out so I can do more stuff -

But yes! One of Charlie's many exes, only two of whom have ever received a name, is a guy called JJ! His full name is Jacob Johnson and I once posted some old pictures I had of him here .

They used to date when Charlie was pretty young and just out of school and were part of a bigger gaggle of gay guys. Guys who were just experimenting and finding themselves ... and who thought it'd be funny as fuck and their good right to fancy Charlie's father substitute Paddy. Charlie didn't find that shit funny at all, but kids can be so cruel. (I also bet like some were like "Ohhh, he's from the North and he's kinda badass, do you think he's an ex-Provo?" because these boys are pulling a Michelle from Derry Girls. And saying "He's a Prod from Derry" has zero effect, because then it's "Oh my god, that means he doesn't got all that repression! I bet he's a real Casanova!" at which point Charlie was ready to either eat the Abrakebabra tray himself or shove it down someone else's throat.)

However, Charlie's boyfriend JJ never participated in that tomfoolery. Because he was a clever young man, who knew if he kept it to himself, he could date Charlie, partially to get closer to that hunk of man. Enjoyed it very much whenever he was with Charlie and Co. and Paddy was around.

However, JJ overall didn't feel like Ireland was a great place to live and wanted more opportunities, so like many young Irishman, he went away to America. And before he left, he did the kind thing of breaking up with Charlie ... and also the not so kind thing of telling him the truth in regards to Paddy. Rough breakup.

JJ gets to America, things don't really turn out as they are ought to be and America has more or less just the same problems he wanted to escape, be it in a different costume. Poor JJ falls in with the Mob to get by and after seven or eight years, he is like "Hey. I am not gonna snitch on you, I am not gonna cause trouble, but I just wanna go home. Could you arrange something for me?"

And his boss, a young man called Alfred Jones, is like "Hmm, sure! I think I know someone you could work for, someone to keep eyes on you and who takes care for you in Dublin! Harry O'Connel's the name!"

And JJ does think. Hey, that's the name of Charlie's childhood friend. Even the surname is spelled that weird way ... But he shrugs it off, because maybe someone just left an L off the end and there have to be plenty of Harry O'Connell's in Ireland.

And Harry thinks the same when Al talks to him about an Irish guy called Jacob Johnson, like yeah yeah sure. Fork found in kitchen situation.

And then JJ arrives back in Dublin, goes to the office after some preliminary meetings with other subordinates or so, walks into Harry's office ... and Harry's face is not one that you forget. Not much has changed since puberty is through. And thusly Harry also learns that he has hired Charlie's ex as a new subordinate.

So poor JJ, comes home from his failed American Dream, learns that his ex's childhood friend is a mobster and THEN learns that the same holds true for said ex and has always been the case for the middle-aged guy he fancied.

JJ has learnt a lot about himself since he went away, especially about his priorities in life, so he now also realizes that Paddy was just some embarassing Teenage infatuation and nothing genuine at all. Not to mention that he may have a soft spot for Charlie still, but no old spark that is still alive. Charlie does make a bit of an ass of himself for wishing it was the case and being thoroughly disappointed when he gets mercilessly roasted by JJ and not even a little bit fancied. Sir, you are getting steady now, you don't NEED your ex-boyfriend for approval.

That's Jacob Johnson! Poor lad, deserved better :/

[mydearesthrry]

lover, you should’ve come over - h.s.

a/n: part 2 to casual. read here! also, this is lowkey not great cause casual wasnt supposed to be a 2 parter. but bc i love u i did it. be grateful. enjoy my babies!!!! song: lover, you should’ve come over by jeff buckley

warnings: angst, happy-ISH ending

pairing: loser doormat!y/n x harry styles

— MARCH

harry: hi princess, i really miss you.

harry: i haven’t seen you since two fridays ago, where’ve you gone?

harry: text me back, please baby.

y/n: safe and alive

y/n: and i already told you, u don’t need to worry abt me

y/n: im fine

harry: i’m coming over.

y/n: har, please don’t. it’s really okay.

harry: not to me.

setting her phone down with a sigh, y/n scrubbed her hands up and down her face as she felt the beginning of a headache begin to brew at the thought of having to see harry.

after the conversation they’d had two weeks ago, harry hadn’t come over, and she hadn’t made the effort to ask him to. she reckoned that if she pulled back slowly, he wouldn’t notice.

she curses herself now for thinking that. of course he’d notice. because he’s harry.

she didn't want to have to talk about how she felt, because it meant admitting that she loved him. and she knew that wouldn't exactly fare well for her.

trying her hardest to make time pass by as slow as possible, she stepped into her bathroom, starting a bubble bath. if this was what she was going to have to deal with tonight, she might as well be comfy. harry can deal with sitting on the floor.

“princess?” she heard him call. her eyes squeezed shut as she braced herself, knowing that even seeing his face was going to viscerally affect her.

“i’m in here,” she called back, quieter than he was initially. “hi.”

“you look pretty,” was the first thing that came out of his mouth. an eye roll from y/n had him squatting down in front of her, face inches from hers. “wanna give me a kiss?”

“no, not really.” she said plainly, sinking further deeper into the water, creating distance between them. harry couldn’t see her body as it was completely concealed by the mountains of foamy bubbles.

“ouch, princess, i don’t see you f’two weeks and this is what i get? even drove over here 5 over the limit jus’ t’see you.” harry didn’t want to admit that her rejection had felt like a gunshot wound to the heart, but he’d accepted it anyway so as to not make her uncomfortable. he knew she was upset and needed to fix it. he just didn’t know why.

“i’m sure you’ve gotten plenty kisses from claire the past two weeks, hm?” she mumbled pettily, shifting her glare to the faucet in front of her.

“so that’s what this is about.”

“what’s this?” she didn't think he actually noticed.

“you being all bratty, not talking t’me, s’hurting m’feelings, my love.”

harry was surprised to hear a laugh emit from her throat. “hurting your feelings… i’m hurting your feelings? that’s rich, really, harry. even for you.”

“what?”

“how do you not know that you’re making me miserable?” she whispered defeatedly and the dam broke. silent tears began to run down her cheeks, and she knew she couldn’t blame it on being sweat from the heated water. not when harry reached out to wipe them away with his calloused thumbs.

“baby- i- what?” he blubbered, shifting onto his knees to have an advantage of being closer to the tub. “what do you mean i’m making you miserable?”

“because you like playing this game with me, harry. its just so fucked up. you keep me around, kiss me, fuck me, and then treat me like i’m just one of your fucking lads, like you don’t really care. you get possessive when i talk to other guys at events, but if i get upset that you’re literally fucking another girl, i’m being sensitive, and ‘i should know by now that we aren’t exclusive.’ it feels like you don’t even want me. someone who claims to love me wouldn’t do this to me.”

a pause, a sniffle.

“you’re supposed to be my best friend, h.”

the room was eerily silent. harry’s face had gone stoic and pale. y/n sat there quietly, breath hitching with every sob she tried to stifle.

“‘m sorry,” he started.

“i’m sure you are.”

“how do i fix it?”

“i… i don’t know if you can.” she whispered honestly.

no words were shared between the two for minutes that felt stretched into hours. her fingers and toes had gotten pruny, the bubbles beginning to dissolve. she needed to get out— but she didn’t want harry to see her at her most vulnerable.

“can you please wait for me in my room?” she murmured, reaching over the lip of the tub for her towel that lay on the floor, sliding it closer to the tub.

“princess,” he said in near disbelief.

“please don’t call me that. can you please wait for me in my room?” she said ruefully, catching his eyes so he knew she was serious. she knows he would never purposely disrespect her boundaries.

harry shifted uncomfortably at y/n asking him to stop calling her ‘princess’, the name he’d crowned her with since the beginning. “erm, yeah. sorry.”

walking out of the bathroom, harry collapsed onto her bed, eyes brimming with tears as he tried to control his sporadic breathing. why did he do this to her?

“hi,” y/n said, shuffling out the bathroom a few minutes later with her hair in a small pink towel. she looked significantly calmer, more put together. “let’s talk.”

“i’m sorry-“

“no, me first, you listen,” she stated, watching as harry nodded, not caring that she’d cut him off.

“i love you. it’s not a secret that i love you, and i love you in more ways than one. i love everything about you, how kind you are, how gentle. but you aren’t really,” she paused, not knowing how to explain herself. “you aren’t really nice to me.”

"what do you mean?" he murmured, head cast downward. he reminded her of a wounded puppy. it was his fault, but she couldn't help but feel a little bad.

"i... i don't know how to put this without being the bad guy, but you're really manipulative to me. texting me when it's convenient for you, coming over when its convenient for you, all of it, harry. it's manipulative, and i don't know how to make you understand. i couldn't do it to you, even if i tried."

"why didn't you tell me?" he whispered.

"i tried. every time i tried talking about it with you, you'd shut me up with a kiss, feeding me a line, something. it was always something." she explained, a sympathetic, dulcet smile on her face.

"i didn't mean to hurt you, y/n."

she nods understandingly. she knows that he's a good person at his core. she knows his heart. "i know you didn't mean to, but you did."

"if- if it helps, and i don't know if it's gonna," harry begins, before pausing as his throat began to squeeze, his nose tingling with the onslaught of tears. "i always wanted it to be you."

are you kidding me? y/n thought, taking a deep breath to keep her composure. “if you wanted to be with me, why didn’t you just come over?”

“i don’t know what you wanted. if you still wanted me, or if you wanted to end things… i… i didn’t know. 'm sorry, baby, i'm really sorry, fuck, i really, really am. y've got t'believe me, i didn't mean to hurt yo-” he stumbles over his words, breath catching as he tries to explain himself. y/n can see the panic begin to coat his green eyes, and with throwing all logic out the window, she climbs onto his lap, holding his face in her hands.

"i know you didn't, harry, i know. that's why i'm telling you now, okay? i'm trying to help you. i want to fix this, but you need to understand how i feel too, okay?" she nods, running her thumbs up and down his cheekbones, the tips of his lashes kissing her fingertips.

“i- i can’t lose you, i can’t,” he gasped through tears, shaking his head side to side. “i’m sorry baby, i’m so, so sorry.”

“harry. look at me.” she demanded, holding his face tightly so he couldn’t move. his eyes slowly casted to her face, noting how her eyes had began to gloss over again, nose reddening with emotion. “i know you didn’t mean to hurt me. i’m not that upset anymore. you won’t lose me, but you need to see my point of view.”

“and i do— i really do, i swear. angel, i promise i see you and i hear you, i just- fuck- i don’t know how to make it better.”

“you acknowledging it makes it better. you apologizing makes it better.”

“it couldn’t possibly be enough. i- y/n, i hurt you. i made you cry, and i made you inferior. i promised myself that you would be the one person i wouldn’t ever hurt. you’re too good t’me, you’re so perfect.”

a soft smile played on y/n’s lips. “its okay, h. i forgive you.”

“you do?”

“yeah, i do. but, i don’t think i can do this with you anymore.”

“do what?”

“this, the friends with benefits agreement. it’s too hurtful for me, and if i can’t have you as a lover, i don’t think i can have you at all.”

“what? what do you mean by that?”

“i need time, h. i need space, and i need room to breathe and think. if i see you, i worry i’ll make rash decisions that’ll hurt me in the end.” she sighed, climbing off his lap as she made her decision. “if i can’t love you in the way i know you deserve, i don’t know if i can give you love at all.”

“why?”

“because i don’t know how to love you without it being all consuming.”

“why don’t you let it? i still want you, y/n. i just told you that.”

“but i can’t risk getting hurt again, harry. not by you.”

“so that’s it? i can’t be your friend, i can’t be your lover?”

she sighed, clenching her teeth before swallowing thickly. “i can’t be the reason you didn’t find the love of your life.”

a pause. bated breaths. “what if its you?”

a defeated chuckle. “it can’t be. no matter how much you want it to.”

“why won’t you give us a chance!”

“how can i believe that it won’t be different than last time?!” she screamed, finally at her wits end. standing from the bed, she stood at the foot with clenched fists. “i think you should leave.”

“what? no, baby, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to upset you.”

“please leave, harry. i just need time to think, and i can’t do that if you’re here.” she pleaded. watching harry step up from her bed, she placed a hand over her mouth and followed him out the door.

“i love you, but it’s ruining my life.”

“promise me you’ll call when you’ve had time to think. promise me that you’ll call when you need me again. please, promise me you’ll call me if you want me here. i will come to you, no matter where i am.”

“i know you will, harry. i know. and i will. i promise to call you when i’m ready.”

“i love you, okay?”

“i know. goodbye, harry.”

— JUNE

“hello?” y/n said into the speaker of her phone.

“hi, princess. i’ll be there in 20, okay? i’ve missed you.”

[teddybeartoji]

i wet the end of my quill on my tongue and proceed to tip it into the teeny tiny jar of ink beside me, my hand hovers the precious piece of paper and the words flow effortlessly -- LO AND BEHOLD IT IS I, YOUR FELLOW SOLDIER FROM THE GREAT SUPER GOOD WAR! I HOPE THIS LETTER FIND YOU WELL MWAH MWAH MWAH

no but that's so funny though that made me giggle bUT THIS IS THE WAY. THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD BE. REJECT IMMEDIATE SHORT ANSWERS ACCEPT LONG AWAITED LOVE LETTERS ABOUT ART ON TUMBLR WE SHALL BRING BACK THE FORGOTTEN LANGUAGE TRUSTTTT🫡🫡🫡

WE ARE CONNECTED!! IT'S CONFIRMED!! that's so cool that we kind of started at the same time wahhh btw can't miss out on my chance to praise you and your work so here i am!!! lately i've been thinking about your "call my name and i'll come running" it's so dear to my heart you don't even realize. i've always had problems with people not taking me seriously and gojo is 100000% the person to also not take a person seriously and it's soooooo frustrating and you just conveyed it so well i was so in it i loved reading it so so so much AND DAMN i remember when i read "i've always loved the way you eat" (i'm pretty sure this was the first thing of yours i ever read btw) I WAS SOBBBBINGG LET ME TELL YOU I LOVE SUGU AND THE WAY YOU WRITE HIM anyway yeah just reminding u how big of a fangirl i really am hehehehe

STOPPPPP ARI/MICKEY/SASHISU MOVIE NIGHTS STOPPPPP MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT it would be so funny i'd probably be pissing my pants i won't even lie.............................. so cute though i know sugu would get just a massive headache bc i'd start bickering with gojo (this would probably get physical and sugu would have to seperate us and sit between us even though he'd regret that immmmediately smh poor guy) and you're on the other side of the couch whisper-begging shoko to explain the movie to u lmaoooo what a happy family i'm so glad everybody is alive and safe and real yay

gojo's "i wouldn't have failed u like that"🤨🤨🤨he's so unserious but so fucking serious at the same time please make it make sense

on the topic of de!!!! i'm trying for a superstar cop run lmao it's very fun so far (very relatable)(i'm normal) BUT SKSASJFAJ i love harry's feminism arc bro "this stuff gets on my nerves. i am a feminist." okay bet "do you have a have a phallus in your ear? i said i'm a feminist." to which kim responds with "good." but the thing is i can't always tell if a person is being sarcastic or not so i'm just gonna take this as praise for the excellent comeback😌😌

VERY IMPORTANT!!! please please please no pressure on the movies or any other kind of recs!!!! i always say that when i talk about a movie i only want you to remember it to lock the name in the back of your head somewhere, i don't expect you to watch it bc you will do that when the time arrives, when you feel like it. i just wish that when one day you're picking out a movie and you see a familiar one you think oh! i know this one! they told me about it! that's all that's all i need<33

NOW FOR MY FAVOURITE LITTLE THING: THE SOUNDTRACKS

i'm very excited for you to listen to them (IN YOUR OWN TIME NO RUSH NO PRESSURE) these are some of the ones that have been living in my heart for years now and i think you'll like them too (I HOPE) also i wrote down whether i think you'd like the actual movie

the social network by trent reznor & atticus ross - hand covers bruise; soft trees break the fall; imo such a beautiful score and really compliments the movie (if u haven't seen it just trust me on this lmao) - 10/10 would recommend not scary just "gay" drama

potc: dead man's chest by hans zimmer - jack sparrow; the kraken, davy jones; dinner is served; tia dalma; wheel of fortune; IT'S SO FUN IT'S SO EXCITING IT'S PERFECT i might be a bit biased bc this is my childhood movie i actually might be jack sparrow but yk hans zimmer always pops off this man is insane (alsoalso also bc i'm talking about potc i do not support j***** d*** ok this is a woman loving household the pirate movies are the only ones i'm willing to watch) - 10/10 would recommend it's extremely fun and it has action and elizabeth swann (+ her dressing up as a man i know u understand what i'm talking about here) and it's so fucking funny

arrival by jóhann jóhannsson - arrival; heptapod b; transmutation at a distance; first encounter; hydraulic lift; braingasm total braingasm - 8/10 would recommend it can be a bit confusing and might require a second watch but it's just so cool and i'd rec it solely based on the sound design alone so yeah

hereditary by colin stetson - party, crash; séance sleepwalking; dreaming; get out; chasing peter; reborn; the first to are very similar but at the same time they're soooooo different ahhh it tingles my brain, i've been listening to this one a lot recently i just think it's great but overall this score is a crazy one maybe a bit intermediate level but idk let me know what you think - it's horror so 0/10 lmao you poor little scaredy cat u need shoko to hold your hand maybe then it would be like a 2/10

annihilation by ben salisbury & geoff barrow - ambulance chase; disoriented; sheppard; the bear; the alien; annihilation; SO INSANE I LOVE THIS MOVIE AND THE SCORE WHAT THE FUCKKKK i remember i when i watched the bear scene i had a palm over my mouth holding my breath bc it was so thrilling - 7/10 it's the visuals it's the mindfuckery it's the cool concept minus points for a few scary and gnarly scenes

movie recs for u and u only<333333333

teenage mutant ninja turtles: mutant mayhem (2023) - it's animation and fuck me it's soooo fucking sick i'm so glad i got to see it in the cinema

the fablemans (2022) - really fucking funny and well written me and my friend and then an elderly couple literally were dying of laughter in the cinema it was really cute

mission impossible: fallout (2018) - if u want to see more action films that aren't that gory and bloody this is the one!! it's very good i've seen it many times (also a banger soundtrack), the action is very well choreographed and it's always good to watch knowing that the actors genuinely put their effort into them (tom cruise does literally all of his stunts, in one of the scenes he actually breaks his ankle)

ocean's eleven (2001) - if u were to only watch one of the things from this list this should be it!!!!! omfg i think you'd really like this one i really do wtf i'm getting giddy just thinking about it

OKAY I'M SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG BUT AGAIN NO PRESSURE oh and my letterboxd is @/m2gicmike hehehehe come visit my other home

i put your recs on my list too i can't wait to check them out!!!! i've never been this enthusiastic to do homework wtf

PRINCE!GOJO AND KNIGHT!READER NATION LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOO i mean it when i say that i think about them daily, like i'm writing the three chapters at the same time bc i just cannot stop the thoughts SO FUN THOUGH btw btw btw btw i need ur advice!!! please!! i wanna write shoko into the universe too but i'm having a hard time figuring out her role.... i think i'd like her to be connected with the reader (maybe they were super close when they were little but then they got seperated, the reader had to move or smth) but i want to give her like a job too yk i don't think she'd work in the castle??? or maybe she would?? idk you are the shoko expert so plss lend me your brain

(the vampire!reader x dumb sweetie!gojo is insane i can't believe i just thought of that i'm very proud of myself ngl i like that concept a lot a lot AND AS ALWAYS I'M SO HAPPY YOU UNDERSTAND AND U LIKE IT EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ari<33 how was your day? how is it going? tell me tell me!! MY QUESTION IS what movies would be your movies with gojo n geto n shoko?? like something you're both always down to watch

i just thought about this bc i put jackass on for background noise (a totally normal thing to do i know) and i realized that jackass would absolutely be something me n gojo would bond over lmao i think he'd find it so funny and he'd react to everything sooo dramatically like he's crawling backwards over the couch he's gagging he's crying he's laughing and he will most definitely wanna fucking try some of the stunts............................ he's stupid and i love him

- @softgirlgonehaywire

MICKEY !!!!!!!! hihihi!!!!!!!!! so happy to see u here hehe. my day was good!!! 🌻🌻🌻 im trying to take advantage of my uni break to read and write a bunch!!! which is super fun :D i wanna check out more of ur stuff sometime soon too !!!!

what abt u mickey?? did u do anything fun??? i hope ur day was (or is!!) super duper lovely <33

AAAA AND. thats the cutest question ever im losing it im biting at the walls tysm for indulging my sashisu obsession….. this got long u have been warned ‼️

FIRST OF ALL i just wanna say i havent watched jackass so i cant comment as much as i want to 😔😔😔 bUT i trust u and agree w everything u say yep yep !!!! AND i 100% agree that gojo would do movie stunts w u THATS SO CUTE 😭😭 he would do the most complicated dangerous stunt just to impress u <333 and then break his ankle. and force u to nurse him back to health it was on purpose :/

ahhh but!!!! honestly mickey i dont watch as many movies as id like to……. (PLS GIVE ME RECS 🙏🙏🙏) i have some faves and genres that i love tho!! so here r just some general thoughts :3

gojo is canonically down to watch basically anything so i feel like we would hunt down the most awful/low quality/unintentionally hilarious movies we can n just lose it laughing. ALSO…. im not super into reality tv but i think gojo would LOVE that shit. obsessed w it. i would watch his silly little reality tv shows just to make him happy <333 i feel like he would have genuine beef w people on the show too PHDKDJD LIKE DAMN IS IT REALLY THAT SERIOUS… but it is. he’s out for blood.

….. also this is me being self indulgent lets be clear but: some part of me thinks gojo would love musicals <33 its the would-be theatre kid in him. i love and cherish the legally blonde musical and i know he would too. he sings along obnoxiously loud which would be super funny if he was tone deaf but sadly he has a beautiful voice LMAOO

NOW as for shoko …… she loves horror movies. loves them loves them. i think she’d actually prefer really bad horror movies though. bc she thinks the over-the-top effects are so funny… either way im suffering bc im a scaredy cat LOL. but i feel like she’d like that too <33 (i would cry and she would comfort me by explaining how splattered brains ACTUALLY look and that would make me cry more)

AH ALSO … i have literally no idea where this came from and its not a movie but!! i think shoko would be unreasonably obsessed w the office. its her hyperfixation. we would binge it together all the time <33 my favorite is michael but she would compare him to gojo (objectively correct comparison) and i would no longer be able to see him the same way

and then for sugu…….. he’s so pretentious mickey. i just know he is. ONLY watches good movies. if u ask nicely he’ll watch a bad movie w u but will silently judge it + ur taste the whole time i hate him. (i dont.) idk i just feel like he has way too much to say abt fight club and the godfather PSBDJBF TELL ME U SEE THE VISION…. will lowkey mainsplain them to u but its sugu so i think its fine <33

but jokes aside i think sugu just has Good taste. beyond the mainstream toxic man movies (and even w those i think he has genuinely good and interesting takes he’s simply Perfect)… i feel like he has a wide selection of lesser known movies that are actually really really good and he shares them w u <3 and gatekeeps them from everyone else im thinking like old monochrome french movies w really interesting plots …. indie gems …. etc etc.

but as i said im not knowledgeable abt movies at ALL so i think id just have to trust his taste n watch them w him 😭😭 i cant decide if he’s the type to pause the movie every two minutes to explain something or give u side eye if u talk while its playing PDBDJDJ EITHER WAY… i love him.

OH BUT BUT BUT …. i think sugu would love mystery movies a lot!!! and they r my favorites ever ever ever. i love knives out & the 2009 sherlock holmes movies so i would force him to watch them w me. thankfully theyre super good so we’d both be happy :) yeah.

if u pay attention while reading u can tell the exact moment i started getting carried away i think PDBDJD THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION MICKEY ….. so fun to think abt. if u have any more thoughts on what u and gojo would watch PLS tell me i am itching to know 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[eg515]

Character ask meme

Magnus bane

Simon Lewis

Alec lightwoods

okay, let me just say this in advance: this is gonna be a mess. I read the books (TMI and TID), but it's been a while. I watched the movie, but only a few times and it's been a while. I watched the show, twice, but again, it's been a while. and I read way more fanfics than I'd care to admit, but they were written for the books, not the show or movie. add all these together, mix in my terrible memory, and you get me not having the slightest fucking idea what is canon and what isn't. so if you have only watched the show, some of this might not make sense.

Character Ask Meme

What I love about them: his capacity for love. he's been alive for hunders of years, loved and lost too many people, and yet he still opens himself up to love. I just admire that so much. and also his fashion sense, though while the show did well enough, I prefer the disaster bi vibes from the book and the who-needs-pants-anyway dramatic-capes vibes from the movie.

What I hate about them: book!Magnus had some difficulties with communicating that thankfully didn't make it into the show

Favorite Moment/Quote: girl where do I start. literally everything he says is iconic. freewheeling bisexual. "We came to see Jace. Is he alright?/I don't know. Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?" iconic. "You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is all." walking in on not one but two Herondales making out with their girlfriends 150 years apart. "They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite" "Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination." aka I am not okay. the entire scene between Alec and Magnus in Alicante in CoG about Magnus not calling Alec. HE CREATED THE PORTALS WITH HENRY!

What I would like to see more focus on: what I would have loved to see in the show was his cat eyes. idk if the contacts were a problem for Harry on the long run, or the creators never tried them, but I missed it. in this aspect, City of Bones movie my beloved ❤

What I would like to see less focus on: nothing really comes to mind.

Favorite pairing with: Alec, obviously 😌

Favorite friendship: Tessa. and in the show, Rafael.

NOTP: Camille. in every version.

Favorite headcanon: there is just so much canon material about him and so many fanfics I read, my mind is blank.

What I love about them: okay, here's the thing. I don't really like Simon. when I read the books, I pretty much hated him. when I started CoLS after a long waiting and the very first chapter was from his POV? I almost threw the book across the room. the movie version was okay bc of Robert Sheehan. the show version really grew on me though, but not enough that I could really choose anything I love about him. my feelings for him stop at "like".

What I hate about them: meh. just like my positive feelings stop at "like", the negative ones stop at "dislike" too. I don't really care about him enough to hate anything.

Favorite Moment/Quote: "Jesus!" Luke exclaimed. "Actually, it's just me," said Simon. "Although I've been told the resemblance is startling." this iconic exchange between legends: "I've got the Mark of Cain," said Simon. "That means nothing can kill me, right?" "You can kill yourself," Magnus said, somewhat unhelpfully. "As far as I know, inanimate objects can accidentally kill you. So if you were planning on teaching yourself the lambada on a greased platform over a pit full of knives, I wouldn't." "There goes my Saturday."

What I would like to see more focus on: I'm good with what we have.

What I would like to see less focus on: again, canon is okay.

Favorite pairing with: don't really have one. I've never been a fan of sizzy, though that's probably just jealousy and my dislike for book!Simon. I can't post this without mentioning the mangoes though 😌

Favorite friendship: Clary

NOTP: don't really have one.

Favorite headcanon: again, don't have one, sorry.

please know that he's been my favourite since I first read about him in... 2012? so I will not be able to be normal about this.

What I love about them: so many things. my closeted baby gay ass related to him a lot. I love his loyalty. his intelligence. the way he loves people. his protectiveness. I love his insecurities bc I relate to him. I love his sarcasm.

What I hate about them: not really hate, and I can understand where he was coming from, but certain things in CoFA and CoLS weren't his best moments.

Favorite Moment/Quote: the whole "I did not make a pie" scene from CoHF. the gay spider in CoLS. "It's not like a stab wound you can protect me from. It's a million little paper cuts every day." which may or may not still make me tear up to this day. the entirety of the first kiss short story. the scene in Alicante in CoG I mentioned before. "He'd burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes. I know" mostly extinct is not extinct enough. fearless rune my beloved. the "take my strength" scene in CoA. "There’s a Hot Silent Brothers Calendar? Do they sell it?"

What I would like to see more focus on: Alexander Gideon Lightwood, Tired Gay™, rolling his eyes at the straight people he has to tolerate

What I would like to see less focus on: nothing comes to mind right now.

Favorite pairing with: Magnus, obvi 😌

Favorite friendship: Jace. and also Clary. I like their shared "he's an idiot but he's our idiot" feeling towards Jace. and since I kinda steered off towards only the books, Lydia in the show.

NOTP: Clary. still a mystery to me how that one exists.

Favorite headcanon: this is based entirely on this fanfic and its sequel from author "Spun" on ffnet (who btw writes great fanfics and I highly recommend), but I love the idea that the events of CoB and Magnus' party the gang attended wasn't the first time Alec and Magnus met.

so this ended up long. and messy. but it was fun, so thank you so much 💕

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

A/N: Pls tell me if the tags aren’t working bc I can’t tell if they do :c -Danny

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Chapter Seventeen: Dainty Talks.

"Charming," Scrimgeour was looking around the snow-covered scene. "Charming... I've wanted to meet you for a very long time. Did you know that?"

"No," said Harry.

"Oh yes, for a very long time. But Dumbledore has been very protective of you. Natural, of course, natural, after what you've been through... Especially what happened at the Ministry..."

Mel looked ahead, flashes of the awful memories caused her to hold onto the fence tighter.

"I have been hoping for an occasion to talk to you ever since I gained office, but Dumbledore has — most understandably, as I say — prevented this. The rumors that have flown around! Well, of course, we know how these stories get distorted... all these whispers of a prophecy.. of you being 'the Chosen One'... The Dumbledore girl having remarkable power..."

She was getting tired of the small talk. No traces of her 'remarkable power' had been shown this term, maybe she'd lost it.

"...I assume that Dumbledore has discussed these matters with you?"

"Yeah, we've discussed it," replied Harry.

"Have you, have you..." Scrimgeour stared at them while they continued to look around. "And what has Dumbledore told you?"

"Sorry, but that's between us and him."

"Oh, of course, if it's a question of confidences, I wouldn't want you to divulge..." Scrimgeour nodded, keeping a cool head. "No, no... and in any case, does it really matter whether you are 'the Chosen One' or not?"

"I don't really know what you mean, Minister," The boy shrugged.

"Well, of course, to you it will matter enormously, but to the Wizarding community at large... it's all perception, isn't it? It's what people believe that's important."

He seemed tense, he was acting against Dumbledore's wishes and to act against him was a very dangerous thing to do, more so when his niece was right there.

"People believe you are 'the Chosen One,' you see, and that Miss Dumbledore is destined to be... er... some kind of successor to her uncle. They think you quite the heroes — which, of course, you are, chosen or not!"

Mel did a strange throaty groan as a vague reply.

"How many times have you faced He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named now? Well, anyway, the point is, you are a symbol of hope for many. The idea that there is somebody out there who might be able, who might even be destined, to destroy He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named — well, naturally, it gives people a lift. And I can't help but feel that, once you realize this, you might consider it, well, almost a duty, to stand alongside the Ministry, and give everyone a boost."

Mel simply stared at him, Harry kept his gaze fixed on a gnome not too far from where they were standing.

"Funny little chaps, aren't they? But what say you, kids?"

"I don't exactly understand what you want. 'Stand alongside the Ministry'... What does that mean?"

"Oh, well, nothing at all onerous, I assure you — And nothing Dumbledore would frown upon, surely... If you were to be seen popping in and out of the Ministry from time to time, that would give the right impression. And of course, while you were there, you would have ample opportunity to speak to Gawain Robards, my successor as Head of the Auror office. Dolores Umbridge has told me that you cherish an ambition to become an Auror — And Mel, I've heard you're pursuing three careers? Ambitious no doubt! It's in your blood! All you want could be arranged very easily..."

Mel's jaw clenched — So he thought they could be bought? He thought they would agree to work for them? For some reason, the phrase 'it's in your blood' angered her. She was doing her best not to repeat her family's errors— Would she give in to the power the ministry was offering?

"So basically," Harry continued slowly, "you'd like to give the impression that we're working for the Ministry?"

"It would give everyone a lift to think you were more involved. 'The Chosen One,' you know, and the Dumbledore girl, it's all about giving people hope, the feeling that exciting things are happening..."

"But if we keep running in and out of the Ministry, won't that seem as though we approve of what the Ministry's up to?"

"Well," Scrimgeour looked unsure for the first time, "well, yes, that's partly why we'd like —"

"No, I don't think that'll work. You see, we don't like some of the things the Ministry's doing. Locking up Stan Shunpike, for instance."

Cold silence met that sentence.

"I would not expect you to understand. These are dangerous times, and certain measures need to be taken. You are sixteen years old —"

"And yet you came to us," She replied calmly. "Because you know the people trust us, which is an advantage the Ministry's lacking after Fudge's poor management. Unfortunately for you, we realized we can do without you just fine."

"You're making Stan a scapegoat," Harry added, "just like you want to make us mascots."

"I see. You prefer — like your hero, Dumbledore — to disassociate yourself from the Ministry?"

"We don't want to be used," The boy shrugged again.

"Some would say it's your duty to be used by the Ministry!"

"Yeah, and others might say it's your duty to check that people really are Death Eaters before you chuck them in prison," Harry's voice changed abruptly, his careless tone got replaced by his sharp angry one. "You're doing what Barty Crouch did. You never get it right, you people, do you? Either we've got Fudge, pretending everything's lovely while people get murdered right under his nose, or we've got you, chucking the wrong people into jail and trying to pretend you've got 'the Chosen One' working for you!"

"So you're not 'the Chosen One'?"

"I thought you said it didn't matter either way?" Harry laughed dryly. "Not to you anyway."

"I shouldn't have said that. It was tactless —"

"No, it was honest. One of the only honest things you've said. You don't care whether I live or die, but you do care that I help you convince everyone you're winning the war against Voldemort. We haven't forgotten, Minister..."

Harry showed the thin scars at the back of his hand, the dark sentence craved into his skin as a reminder of the pain that both, Mel and Harry had to endure for a whole year.

"I don't remember you rushing to my defense when I was trying to tell everyone Voldemort was back. The Ministry wasn't so keen to be pals last year."

"What is Dumbledore up to?" Scrimgeour blurted out angrily. "Where does he go when he is absent from Hogwarts?"

"No idea," said Harry.

"And you wouldn't tell me if you knew, would you?"

"No," They replied.

"Well, then, I shall have to see whether I can't find out by other means."

"You can try," Harry shrugged. "But you seem cleverer than Fudge, so I'd have thought you'd have learned from his mistakes. He tried interfering at Hogwarts. You might have noticed he's not Minister anymore, but Dumbledore's still headmaster. I'd leave the Dumbledores alone if I were you."

Scrimgeour tried to get to Harry but Mel stood in the way.

"'As long as you're working against Voldemort, we'll remain on the same side'," She recited. "My uncle said that to Fudge one time. I think that's all we're going to say too."

"...Well, it is clear to me that he has done a very good job on you, already sounding like him," His eyes went to Harry. "And you... Dumbledore's man through and through, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am," said Harry proudly. "Glad we straightened that out."

"One last thing," Mel raised a brow. "My name is Mel Sultens, not 'Dumbledore girl' — might be useful to remember next time you talk to me."

Two hours after Percy and the Minister left, Christmas had lost its appeal. Mel was sulking on the couch, absently playing with Grey while Erick was chatting with the twins, who were playing on the floor with little Regulus. Harry had gone to bed as well as Ron, both looking quite discouraged. Her mother sat down and softly rubbed her back.

"We want to speak to you."

Mel pushed Grey gently off her lap and stood up, following her mother to the kitchen.

"How's Mrs Weasley?"

"Arthur took her upstairs, she's a mess after what happened," Emily shook her head. "I do hope Percy comes around..."

"What's going on?"

Lupin sat next to Emily, both adults exchanged a look before talking.

"Harry told me you used your mother's last name while talking with the Minister," Her uncle started.

"Does it matter? It's my name as much as the other, and I'm tired of being called the 'Dumbledore girl'..."

"That's not it, love. You've been having trouble with your magic—Erick said that you're afraid of something happening?"

Mel felt her blood boil, she really wasn't in the mood for this.

"Kids tease me at school, that's all," She lied. "I want to have my own identity, you know? Dumbledore's legacy is all everyone sees when they look at me. I don't want to be just that."

"If you're tiring yourself out maybe it's better if you quit the advanced lessons—"

"I'm working hard, but it's nothing I can't handle," She said tensely. "I'm having fun—The lessons are challenging, it was bound to happen at some point."

Emily's expression darkened. "You're not being honest."

"Erick told you all this, then?" She responded rudely. "That's what I get from dating a traitor..."

"Mel!"

"He's worried about you," Lupin intervened. "You've been close to having panic attacks more than once this year, don't think we haven't noticed."

"Well, what about you?" She retorted defensively. "What kind of life are you having next to a monster like Greyback, Lupin? What kind does my mother have locked up in a house all the time? The sooner we take down Voldemort, the sooner I'll get to go out and have fun—Yes, I'm under a bit of pressure and maybe my magic is acting up, but I have to keep going—"

"You're sounding like your father," Her mother replied. "If you let Dumbledore's words get to you—"

"Dumbledore is the only one who's helping me!" She replied, raising her voice. "My classmates' parents are getting killed—Harry and I survived by mere luck last June—Sirius..."

Her voice died at the way both adults winced, Mel stood up.

"You wanted me to speak? Fine," She pushed her chair forward with force, Emily swore under her breath at the impact. "You talk about my time in school and my classes as if they were any relevant when we all know I'm heading straight to war—"

"If this is about the prophecy, you should know it's all nonsense—"

"That nonsense almost got Harry killed," Mel glared at her mother. "That nonsense is what's keeping him alive too. I won't let others do the work for me— I'm not Dumbledore and I'm not you!"

She hadn't meant to say the last part. The girl froze, unable to take it back, Lupin stood up.

"You're a kid," He sentenced, his voice was no longer kind. "You're in no place to make this kind of decisions. Your father—"

"My father was a kid—" Her voice got stuck again, she looked down. "I'll be of age in a few months and you won't be able to boss me around. I have to grow up, there's no room for mistakes and you need all the help you can get."

"What about Erick? Have you asked him what he thinks of this?"

"I ask him all the time," Mel lied. "If something were bothering him he would've told me."

"Are you sure?" Lupin scowled.

The girl wanted to reply affirmatively, but Erick had always managed to dodge the subject and she would always try to keep all the heavy stuff aside too. She stormed out of the room only to find Erick standing outside, she must've looked at him rather aggressively, because he stepped back and didn't try to stop her as she made her way to Ginny's room.

Harry sat down next to her on the bench and spoke before she'd realized it was him.

"If you're here to apologize—"

"We know who Greyback is."

Mel stopped talking and looked up.

"What?"

"Greyback."

She closed her book. "What about him?"

"Malfoy mentioned him at Borgin and Burkes, he threatened the man saying he knew him, remember?"

"Oh, right! Greyback's working with Voldemort..."

"And Malfoy is too," Harry said.

"I knew that head of yours had to be useful!" She squeezed his face with both hands, Harry laughed. "What about Snape? Malfoy's an amateur, talking about his plans with his classmates and threatening people without making sure he's alone—surely Dumbledore knows by now, surely he sent Snape?"

"I'll ask," Harry replied. "Why would he hide that from us? It's not like we'd interfere..."

Mel raised a brow sceptically.

"Oh, c'mon, if I knew Dumbledore had a plan I wouldn't butt in—"

"I want to believe you, Glasses, but past experiences tell me otherwise."

"Shut up," He said, but he was grinning. "Who did you think I was, anyway?"

"What?"

"When I sat down you said something about an apology?"

"Ah, that..." She sighed. "I fought with Erick before coming back to school. He reckons I'm spending too much time in my own head. Which is crazy because I'm not—like right now, right now I'm just relaxing."

Harry picked up the book she was reading and raised a brow. "You're reading dark magic theory."

"So?"

"That's not very relaxing."

"What would you know?" She snatched the book away from his grip. "Last time you relaxed we were fourteen..."

He leaned back against the tree and tilted his head to look at her.

"You know," Harry said. "I don't think Erick's wrong..."

"He told my mother and Uncle Lu when I specifically asked him not to," Mel frowned. "As if I were some little girl who needs to be watched! He's a hypocrite anyway, I know he's hiding something but he won't tell me."

"You're spending too much time studying," Harry insisted. "You're doing it for a good reason, but..."

"Thank you!" She exclaimed. "Someone who understands! It is for a good reason, I'm trying to remain on the good side of history..."

"I'm not saying it's okay," He frowned. "Emily has told us about Matthew wasting his school years locked up in the tower, they have reasons to worry about you!"

"It's different."

"How's it different?"

"My boyfriend used to live studying until his dreams died," She turned up her nose. "Maybe he doesn't like the fact that I could be a better Headgirl than him..."

"Well, you could be... since he's a boy..."

"You know what I mean," She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, and you're being ridiculous," He responded. "You're just making up excuses to stay mad."

"Well, he can't shut up about how much he just wants to get up and leave!" Mel stopped, once again regretting what she'd said. "I just... he spends all his time making plans and timing every single one of our movements, waiting for the right time..."

"He likes to think twice before acting," Harry nodded. "And you've never liked waiting."

"Mum said he reminded her of my dad... I don't remember my dad, so I wouldn't know... but when I hear him talk about his aspirations it feels like he's trying to hold on to a life that isn't real anymore, not as long as Voldemort still exists. I don't want him to wait in vain, he deserves to have a better ending than the one my father got."

They sat there in comfortable silence, just appreciating the snowy view.

"...Is it okay if I ask you to act like this conversation never happened?"

"What conversation?" Harry took off his glasses and cleaned them. "I thought we were enjoying the freezing morning? How can you relax out here in the middle of winter, anyway?"

Mel laughed, leaving her book on the bench and snatching his glasses. "The cold helps me think."

"No it doesn't—Give those back!"

"I just want to try them on..."

"You've done it before, they haven't changed..."

"You have the same glasses since we were nine?" Mel frowned.

"Give them back, Mel!"

"I—WOW!" She squinted. "You're blind..."

Harry tackled her and Mel yelped loudly, squirming off his grasp and running away.

"If Dumbledore's entire legacy is meant to fall on your shoulders then he's ruined!" Harry shouted.

"I'll take that as a compliment—DON'T RUN YOU'RE GOING TO HURT YOURSELF!" Mel laughed, running away.

She felt eight years old again, with Harry chasing after her nothing could hurt them. They would go back to her house and her mother would be there waiting with a cup of hot chocolate...

Mel tripped and fell face-first on the snow, the glasses slid down her nose and Harry crashed against her with a loud grunt, both teenagers laughed until they ran out of air, not even the pain that was throbbing on her knee was enough to ruin the moment. Mel sat up and brushed the snow out of her hair, Harry did the same.

"Can you please give them back?" He chuckled. "It's a wonder how I didn't break my neck..."

"It's your bloody luck," She placed the glasses on his open palm.

Harry cleaned them again and put them on, it was funny how she would forget Harry wore glasses. She'd grown up with him, things like that were easy to overlook. Even his scar had been something interesting to ask about when she was seven, but as the years passed she would notice it less and less.

That, until the prophecy came around.

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm?"

"You're staring."

"Oh!" She blinked. "No, sorry. I was just thinking—I guess my eyes kind of lingered on your face while I dozed off."

"What were you thinking?"

"Erick's right," She sighed, brushing the snow off her shoulders. "I had missed this... us."

"Me too," He ruffled his hair to try and get rid of the remaining snow.

"Let me," Mel took off one of her gloves and started to gently brush his hair. "There..."

"...Thanks," The scarf around his neck changed colours and she realized it was the one she'd given him: The small lions adorning it had turned scarlet.

Someone called her name. Erick was approaching quickly, when he noticed they were sitting in the middle of the snow, he stopped.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes," Harry smiled. "Mel's trying to kill me."

She snorted, throwing a bit of snow at his chest.

"We were just talking," When Erick looked more confused at this, she added. "We were talking, then I stole his glasses and I fell."

"Ah," The corners of his mouth lifted a bit. "Makes sense."

"Had it coming, the nasty thief," Harry got up and helped her stand. "Well... see you."

Mel almost felt sad to watch him go without her.

Almost.

When Harry was out of sight, the couple spoke one after the other.

"We need to talk—"

"—I'm sorry—"

They stopped, then the boy tilted his head.

"You're sorry?"

"I was unkind," She walked back to the bench and he followed her. "You have to understand... I do this so we can all be safe in the future. I want to make sure I won't mess up things."

"You don't have to figure everything out at once," He replied. "I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life when I was sixteen... I think I'm doing a pretty good job anyway, right?"

"Looks like it," Mel smiled, her eyes drifted back to where Harry and she had been a moment ago. "Listen, I know you worry because you know how it feels when you pour all your efforts into something only to end up disappointed, but can't you have faith in me?"

"I do have faith, that's how I know you can take a break from time to time," He seized her hand. "The future is hard to control... I'm asking you to be patient with yourself, give you room to breathe..."

"You... you're not asking me to give up, are you?"

"Of course not!" He frowned. "How about..." He kissed her knuckles. "We make a deal?"

"Okay?"

"All I ask is to have you a whole day to myself."

Mel pondered. "Sundays?"

"Sundays are perfect."

"Okay," She smiled. "You'll let me study and do what I have to do for the rest of the week, then?"

"Yes."

She moved to peck his cheek, but he turned his head and kissed her on the lips instead. "Hey! I thought you hated to kiss in public?"

"There's no public here," He grinned.

She moved away again, frowning a little after remembering they still had an unfinished topic to attend.

"Are you okay?"

Erick stared at her in confusion. "Why the sudden worry?"

"It's not sudden!" She cupped one side of his face. "I know you would tell me if you were having problems, but I just wanted to make sure..."

Erick chuckled. "I'm having a busy year, that's all."

She felt a slight stung of annoyance at his blatant lie, but she was tired of arguing, all she wanted was to enjoy her time with her boyfriend.

Mel hummed, lovingly fixing his dark-blue jumper. "But you would tell me if you needed help, right?"

He leaned forward and kissed her firmly. It felt wonderful, but at the same time, it gave her the impression that he was trying to distract her.

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