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Through the Years, Ch. 7

A George Weasley Fanfiction

A George Weasley x Slytherin reader story.

Each chapter shares events in one year of George and reader’s life together.

Word Count: 6.1k

Author’s note: i know i’m like 3 months late on posting this chapter, but i promise i haven't abandoned this fic.

Year 1, Year 2, Year 3, Year 4, Year 5, Year 6

Year 6, Part 2: Fireworks

The heavy rain soaked through your clothes as you made your way into King’s Cross. It had been raining hard since early that morning, and the heavy gloom that hung over London was starting to take hold in your chest. The events of two weeks prior were impossible to purge from your mind, and on days like this the memories slowly crept their way forward. You swore that green skull could illuminate the sky again at any moment, so instead, you forced yourself to think about other things.

You uncle and dad had been talking for weeks about an event happening at Hogwarts this year, but they wouldn’t give anything away. All you knew was that you needed a fancy dress, which you bought a week ago at a second hand store. It now sat in the bottom of your trunk, its intended use unknown to you for now.

You no longer needed the motivation to run through the brick wall that separated platforms 9 and 10, like you did in your first year. You and your father casually waited by the wall, wringing the water from your clothes, as you watched the muggles pass by. When all was clear, you casually leaned against it, disappearing suddenly to anyone who might’ve cared to notice.

The steam from the scarlet coloured engine filled the platform, the people rushing about looking more like ghosts than corporeal beings. You searched briefly for a family of redheads, but quickly gave up and turned your attention to the items you had brought with you.

You checked quickly on Minnie, whose carrier was concealed under your rain jacket on top of your trunk. She was dry, just a little perturbed at all the movement happening on the trip here.

“You packed the camcorder, right?” your father asked. “And the extra tapes?”

“Yes,” you told him, ��they were the first things I packed.”

“And you’re sure you know how to use it?”

“Yes, I’m pretty sure we went over it about 100 times.”

“I just don’t want you to get there and then not be able to capture anything,” he said, looking around at the people on the platform. He lowered his voice a bit to speak the next part. “It’s going to be a very fun year. I don’t want you to forget any of it.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Will you please stop being so secretive, and tell me what’s going on?”

“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough,” he told you.

You were about to protest and beg for more information when three more people came through the platform portal. Ron, Hermione, and Harry appeared before you, squinting through the steam.

“Oh, look!” your dad cut you off, ignoring the annoyed look on your face. “Friends! Now, go get on the train with them. I might see you sooner than you think.”

You said a very quick goodbye before turning to the three newcomers. They were still looking through the steam, trying to orientate themselves before heading to the train. You snuck up as quietly as your trunk would allow, thankful that the train engine was letting off some noise.

“What’re you looking for?” you shouted, right in between Ron and Harry’s heads. It caused all three of them to jump; the owls in the cages they were holding hooted frantically as they got tossed around.

“Please don’t do that,” Hermione voiced as she clutched her chest.

“Sorry,” you said, smiling, “I couldn’t resist.” You turned your head to look at the brick wall briefly. “Where is..”

“Your boyfriend?” Ron butt in. He turned to Harry and made a fake gagging noise. Harry let out a laugh, amused at his friend’s actions.

“Right behind you,” a familiar voice said. You turned to see Charlie, Fred, and George. George was smiling brightly at you. “We just passed your dad on the other side of the barrier.”

“Charlie!” you exclaimed, giving him a quick hug. “I expected you to be back in Romania by now.”

“Do we even exist?” George whispered to Fred.

“Apparently not when Charlie’s around,” Fred answered.

You rolled your eyes as you turned to the twins. “I’m gonna see you two constantly for the next 10 months. I rarely see Charlie.”

“I took extended time off,” Charlie said, answering your question, “because I’ll be working a little extra in a couple of months.”

Ginny, Bill, and Mrs. Wealsey made their way through the wall behind the twins.

“Hello,” Mrs. Weasley greeted upon seeing you.

“Molly, it’s so good to see you. I was a little disappointed that I didn't get to see you at the Quidditch Cup,” you told her, giving her a hug.

“Quidditch isn’t really my thing, dear,” she informed you. “But I might get to see you all again soon.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” you asked.

“It’s nothing,” she said, pushing you back towards Fred and George.

“We should get going,” you said to the twins. “We need to find Lee and seats”

The twins said goodbye to their family, and you all headed off through the steam towards the train. You found Lee, who had already boarded and was saving a compartment for the three of you. You stuffed your trunks above the seats and put Millie’s carrier in the seat next to the door.

It was a weird feeling, purposefully sitting so close to George on the train; him next to the window and your head leaning on his shoulder so you could watch the countryside pass by. Really, it’s not like much had changed from being just friends to dating. You had always sat close to each other before, even holding hands when the situation allowed for it. Something seemed to change over the last couple months, though, and now you felt more comfortable than ever resting your head against George.

Maybe it was the fact that you could hold hands now without people whispering in the background and speculating about you. Or the fact that you could run your hands through his hair, which he had let grow a little longer over the summer, and not be worried about accidentally looking into his brown eyes and having to hide your embarrassment over the matter. You could freely count the freckles splattered across his face and name the constellations you made in them. Freckles that would always remind you of the falling snow on the night you first kissed.

At some point, you let Minnie out of her carrier, letting her roam freely around the compartment, careful to make sure the door was securely closed. She eventually found a comfy stop on the seat between Fred and Lee. You watched as she curled up into a ball, her tail carefully covering her eyes, as if to block out any light.

As the train rolled on and the rain outside got heavier, the windows fogged up, making it impossible to see outside. You turned your full attention to the conversation happening. Lee was talking about what he did over break, and brought up the Quidditch World Cup.

Your eyes moved briefly to the window, thinking you might see the bright green light shining through the rain. George saw your movement and squeezed your hand in reassurance, a small smile on his face. You smiled back at him, telling him that you’d be alright.

Lee mentioned that his father had been cheated out of money over a bet he made with Ludo Bagman at the Cup.

“That dirty little cheat!” Fred yelled at the mention of Bagman’s name, causing Minnie to startle beside him.

“He took our money, too,” George added on. “He paid us back in leprechaun gold.”

“That’s exactly what he did to my dad,” Lee said.

“You bet all the money you had saved, didn’t you?” you asked Fred and George.

“Yeah,” Fred sighed.

“We’ll have to find another way to open the shop now,” George said.

“I still have some money saved up,” you told them. “About 20 Galleons when converted from muggle money. It’s not much but maybe we could find something to invest it in.”

“We couldn’t ask you to give us your money,” Fred said.

“Yeah, I’m sure there’s other things you could use that money for, right? ” George inquired.

“Not really,” you told them. “I’ve always planned to help you with Weasley Wizard Wheezes one way or another. Whether that be through money or inventing inventory.”

“Oh,” George said rather quietly beside you. “Thank you.”

You leaned up and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. “Anything for you, Georgie.”

“And you know I’m always here to test out products,” Lee chimed in.

“Oh, speaking of which,” you voiced, “did you finish those Canary Creams in the last two weeks?”

“Not quite,” George told you. “There’s still some kinks to work out, but give us a few weeks and some of Snape’s potion supplies and we’ll get them done.”

“But!” Fred said, pulling a small, wrapped treat out of his pocket. “We did nail down the yellow hair color.”

“Now we have all the house colors down,” George finished.

“And I think we should take advantage of that,” you said with a grin. You grabbed the sweet from Fred’s hand. “This one’s yellow?” He nodded. “And you guys still have a beef against Cedric for winning the quidditch match last year?”

“We should’ve gotten a rematch,” all three of them said in unison.

“I know, I know,” you said, faking sympathy.

The rest of the train ride was spent slipping sweets into other student’s train compartments and hiding in the hallway until you heard a couple screams. Cedric didn’t really seem to mind too much; being more embarrassed of the attention his friends were giving him because of it, opposed to being mad. You did manage to slip a pink one into Draco’s compartment, but one of his oversized bodyguards ended up eating it instead.

You found Adrian Pucey, who was trying to rekindle your friendship a little bit. He had written to you over the summer a few times. You gave him a blue haired sweet just because you wanted to see if the color would look good on him. It really didn’t, as the Ravenclaw blue didn’t mix with his complexion very well. You made him promise to sit next to you at the welcome feast, and you’d reverse the effects then.

Overall, you were very happy to be going back to Hogwarts where you’d be able to hang out with your friends again.

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The term seemed to pass too quickly with all the Tournament excitement going on. You had been concerned for Harry ever since his name was pulled out of that blasted goblet, but ever since he won the first task, he seemed to be in a much better mood.

You had snuck out of the castle the night before the first task with Fred and George to meet up with Charlie. He had excitedly shown you the dragons they had brought from Romania, their fiery breaths keeping you warm in the cool November air. You had never seen creatures like this upclose before, and they intrigued you enough to think for just a moment that maybe you wouldn’t mind working in Romania with Charlie.

A month after that, you found Hogwarts covered in snow, the winter chill finally settling in the castle corridors. Fireplaces blazed in every room, warming you ever so slightly as you sat by them. The fireplace in your dorm room did little to help fight the cold of the Black Lake. Again, just like last year, you spent most of your nights in the Gryffindor common room, curled up next to George by their roaring fire.

Minnie took to spending her nights in George’s room. She seemed to be making friends with Crookshanks, as you would sometimes find them cuddled together in the common room.

At times you felt bad for the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. Their carriage and ship didn’t seem like the warmest of homes. You’d look across the school grounds and see them covered in ice and snow, and it would send a shiver down your spine every time.

Christmas Eve came, and the entire school was filled with excitement over the Yule Ball the next day. You were excited too, but there was one more thing you needed to do before that day came.

You had told George to meet you in the Astronomy tower in his pajamas at 10pm on Christmas Eve, a surprise all planned out in your head. You had stolen the radio from the Slytherin common room for the night. It had taken you and Adrian over a week to figure out how to get muggle radio stations to play on it, but eventually you got past all the magical interference and were able to listen to muggle music for the first time in almost four months. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy The Weird Sisters, but sometimes you just missed the music your mum would listen to at home.

You set up your camcorder in one corner of the tower by the stairs, getting as much of the room in frame as you could. With no one else in the room to film, it would be the best shot you could get with the camera.

You met George at the base of the tower five minutes before 10, confusion etched on his face.

“I see you wore the pajamas with a little lion embroidered on them,” you teased him, reaching for his hand. “My cute little Gryffindor.”

He blushed at your words, but he took your hand nonetheless and let you lead him up the stairs.

“You’re literally wearing the same ones but with a snake embroidered,” George said.

“Hey, your mum made them, and I love them,” you told him. You squeezed his hand as you both laughed.

Music from the radio played softly from the top of the tower, a song that neither of you had heard before. When you reached the top of the stairs, you paused briefly to press the record button on the camera. This caused a confused look to make its way onto George’s face, but you reassured him that nothing harmful was going to happen.

You pulled him to the middle of the room, the chill from the winter night just barely reaching you. Pulling him close to you, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. George instinctively put his arms around your waste. You started to sway to the slow song coming from the radio.

“We haven’t been up here in a while,” George whispered.

“Not since fourth year when we flew right into the middle of Professor Sinistra’s nighttime class,” you said, laughing.

“Hey, we both expected her to have a midnight class that night,” George said, “not an 8pm class.”

“I didn’t even mind the detention we got from it,” you told him. “I was just happy that I beat you in the race up here.”

“I remember you cheating to beat me up here,” George said, wrinkling up his nose to tease you. “You and your old money Malfoy broom nearly knocked me into the castle wall.”

“All’s fair in love and war, Georgie,” you said. “I was just using the speed that broom gives me to its full potential.”

“If I didn’t love you so much, I’d still be mad about it.” He leaned down to kiss you on the forehead. “I still can’t believe you finally let me kiss you a year ago now.”

“You can thank Charlie for that actually. He gave me a little pep talk before I came outside that night.” You rested your head against his chest, listening to him hum along to the music. “Do you know this song?”

“I’ve heard you play it before while you were at my house. I quite like it.”

You pulled yourself as close to George as possible, trying to absorb his body heat. You hadn’t really thought about the open balcony and the winter weather when you planned this out. You leaned against him and swayed with the song, only really listening to his heartbeat through his chest. When the song was over and a more upbeat one came on, you pulled away just enough to look at his face.

“Do you think Dumbledore really got The Weird Sisters to play tomorrow night,” you asked.

“I hope so,” he said with a small laugh. “It’s all everyone’s been talking about the past few days.”

“Speaking of the ball,” you started, “Did Fred ever ask that girl he likes to go with him?”

“He asked Angelina a few days ago,” George told you. You wrinkled up your face in confusion. “What? They’re going as friends.”

“But what about that Hufflepuff girl that he talks about constantly?” you asked. “I expected him to ask her, and I thought Lee and Angelina would go together.”

“Lee’s going with a Ravenclaw fifth year, actually,” he informed you. “One of Cho Chang’s friends. Cedric actually set them up.” He seemed to have a hard time admitting that Cedric could do something nice for someone. George and Fred really held a grudge when it came to quidditch.

“Cedric’s a good person, you know?” you said. “He wanted to have that rematch. But back to Fred; why is he being an idiot about his crush?”

“Because he is an idiot in general,” George said laughing. “He asked Angie just to prove to Ron that he had a date. He didn’t think it through.”

You let out a sigh. “He’ll never learn.”

The next song started with a familiar tune. “George, I think you’ll love this one!”

You pulled away from him and grabbed his hand. There was no rhythm to your dancing, but it was fun nonetheless. George left all his worries behind and danced with you, not caring that you two definitely looked like idiots. He did really like the song that was playing, and he enjoyed it even more knowing that you loved it.

You turned your camcorder off after that song, saving room on the tape for the next night too. You walked with George to the balcony, braving the cold to look over the snow covered grounds. Hogwarts really did look beautiful at this time of night. The moon reflected off the white snow and shone brightly over the Black Lake. The ship and the carriage looked like mere children’s toys from this far away.

You rested your head against George’s shoulder as you both leaned against the railing. “Thank you, George.”

“For what?” he asked.

“For being my best friend, I guess,” you said. “It means a lot to me to have someone like you in my life.”

“I’m glad I have you too,” He kissed the top of your head.

You moved your head to kiss him properly, his body heat warming your face as you leaned in. The smell of potions clung to his skin, as he had been working on new products the entire last week. You caught the scent of a rather sweet one, and breathed in deeply. You pulled away reluctantly, but the cold was getting to you and you needed to head inside.

George picked up the camera as you grabbed the radio, turning it off. You walked quietly down the stairs, hoping not to run into anyone at the bottom. He offered to walk you to your dorm, but you knew that Gryffindor tower was a lot closer than the dungeons, so you walked him there.

“Keep the camera for tomorrow,” you told him. “Record whatever mischief you get up to in the morning and then put it in the Great Hall.”

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He leaned in for one more kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hurried off down the hall as he climbed through the portrait hole. Sneaking down to the dungeons at this hour required a bit of stealth and luck, but you had done it enough to basically know the patrol schedules. You made it to the common room after only one near run in with a teacher, but you ducked behind a statue, just barely avoiding them.

There were a few students left in the common room, so you casually put the radio back in its spot on the table. Hopefully no one had missed it too much.

You made your way to your dorm room, opening the door quietly to not wake your roommates. The last embers of the fire were still burning in the fireplace, and they gave you just enough light to be able to see your way to your bed. The light from the moon didn’t reach this deep into the Black Lake when there was a layer of ice on top of it, so your windows remained pitch black.

You laid in bed, pulling the quilt from last Christmas as close to you as you could. You breathed in the earthy smell and let out a content sigh. Sleep found you easily that night, and your mind raced with dreams of what tomorrow might be like.

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The buzz and excitement in the air was contagious as everyone got ready before the ball. You had spent the morning in the common room with Adrian, trying to get him to tell you who he was going with, but he refused, saying that you’d find out in a few hours anyway.

“Why won’t you just tell me?” you asked, leaning forward and narrowing your eyes at him.

“Why does it matter so much?” he asked in return, ignoring the look you were giving him.

“Because I want a picture of us and our dates,” you said, “and if I don’t know who your date is, then I can’t force them to take the picture.”

“I promise you’ll get your picture,” he said. “I’m meeting up with him in front--”

You nearly sprang to your feet, but kept yourself in your chair when you saw the look of embarrassment on his face.

“So it’s not the seventh year Ravenclaw girl that has a crush on you,” you said, putting your hands over your mouth to think a bit. “I really thought it was her.”

Adrian looked flustered, his cheeks turning red. “What? No, no, she doesn’t have a crush on me.”

“She does,” you told him bluntly. “She asked me if you had a date about two weeks ago. I told her yes, but seeing as you won’t tell me who, I couldn’t give her more information.”

Adrian sank back into the couch, wishing this conversation would end. You looked at him, still thinking about who he could be going with.

“The Beauxbatons boy who wouldn’t stop staring at you on their first night here?” you pondered, but he remained quiet. “The fifth year Hufflepuff who ran into you in the hall last month? He’s cute and rather shy. I remember him apologizing profusely. I noticed him ducking his head away from you when we’d pass him in the hall after that.”

You watched him for a reaction that would give you a yes or no answer, but all you noticed was his face getting redder. Adrian never really talked about crushes and who he liked. This conversation about people who maybe liked him seemed to be a little much for him.

“Alright, one more guess,” you said, “and then I promise I’ll drop it until tonight.” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye. You took it as a sign to go on. “It’s not one of your dorm mates, is it? They’re rather all kinda assholes.”

You finally got a laugh out of him at that. “Absolutely not. I know them all way too well to ever want to go on a date with any of them.”

“Good, just checking to make sure you were still sane,” you said, standing up. “I’ll see you in a bit. Meet back here before we head up?” Adrian gave a small nod as you headed towards your dorm.

You got ready while the rest of your roommates chatted around you. The dress you had picked out just before the school year started hung from a hanger on your four poster bed. The purple fabric of it was accented nicely by some small gold details. You had added a little bit of magic to it over the past few months, making it more your own, rather than just a second hand find.

You found Adrian a few hours later, sitting in the same spot you had left him; his casual clothes now swapped out for dress robes, and his hair neatly styled.

“You look nice,” you told him, causing him to look up.

“Thanks.” He stood up, scratching the back of his neck. He looked at you, taking in your dress. “You look great. Did you get the sparks to work?”

“Yes!” you said excitedly, looking down at the gold details. “Technically not sparks, but you’ll see. Wait till George can see them too. Can you carry this?”

You handed him your disposable camera, and he quickly put it in his pocket. He held out his arm, and you easily linked yours in it. You headed out of the common room, ready to meet up with your dates.

Walking up the stairs from the dungeons, the first person you saw standing in front of the Great Hall was Ron in his interesting dress robes. He was staring angrily at two people as they walked into the hall. It took a second to realize the girl was Hermione, having never seen her with her hair done like that before. You recognized the boy as Viktor Krum when he turned to greet one of his friends as he walked past them.

Viktor’s friend turned in your direction, and his face lit up with a smile as he saw you and Adrian. You turned to Adrian, who was smiling just as brightly back at the Durmstrang boy.

“A Durmstrang boy?” you whispered to Adrian as you made your way over to him. The boy was tall, at least a few inches taller than Adrian, and his long dark hair hung to his shoulders. When he reached the two of you, he turned his attention to you and took your hand, kissing it softly. His green eyes looked into yours briefly.

“Adrian has talked a lot about you,” the boy said, dropping your hand. He looked back over at Adrian, the softest expression on both of their faces.

“This is Georgi,” Adrian introduced you. You looked at him, trying to hide your expression of slight shock.

This is exactly why he wouldn’t tell you the name of his date. He knew you would tease him about going to the ball with a boy who shared a name so similar to your boyfriend. In all honesty though, the two boys were almost nothing alike. Georgi seemed a little more subdued and quiet, opposed to George who, though quieter than his brother, was still too loud for his own good.

While making polite conversation with Adrian and his date, you were also trying to find the twins in the crowd of people. You noticed them coming down the stairs with Lee and Angelina, Lee soon hurrying off to find his date.

You nudged Adrian in the side and gestured towards the twins. “I’ll be right back.” He nodded at you, and you set off through the crowd.

“George!” you called as you ran up and hugged him. He and Fred were wearing matching outfits, probably passed down from their uncles to them.

“Hello.” George pulled you back from the hug, looking at you fully. ��You’re beautiful.”

You ignored his statement, trying to hide the heat rising on your face. “Come on, I want you to meet Adrian’s date.” You looked at Fred and Angelina. “You too. I want a picture.” You pulled George’s hand, leading the group back through the crowd.

“You put the camcorder in the Great Hall, right?” you said over your shoulder.

“Yeah,” George confirmed. “About an hour ago. You’ll just need to hit record.”

Meeting up with Adrian again, you gestured to George, introducing him to the Durmstrang boy. “George, this is Georgi. Georgi, George. My boyfriend.”

They stared at each other for half a second before Fred butted in.

“Well, isn’t that fun,” he said with a grin.

You just grinned at Adrian, a smug look on your face.

You introduced Fred and Angelina and chatted for a bit before pulling another student over, who you knew was muggleborn, to take a picture of the six of you. Adrian nudged you and pointed to your dress. You looked down at it before realizing what he was suggesting.

“Oh,” you said, catching the attention of the group. “I almost forgot. I added a little magic to my dress. Adrian, do you mind doing the honors?”

He pointed his wand at your dress, and a translucent, almost invisible smoke came out of the end. Tendrils of smoke reached out, attaching themselves to the center of each little gold detail and then disappearing into the dress. Each gold detail began to shake, as if filled with an immense energy. Suddenly, the details exploded across the dress, mimicking fireworks to the best of their ability. After a moment, they settled into their original shape.

The group was staring at you, transfixed on what had just happened.

“I’ve never seen a spell like that before,” Georgi finally said, a look of wonder on his face.

“That’s because Adrian and I invented it, just for this,” you told him. You smiled as you looked over at Adrian. “We’ve been working on spells and such all of term in our free time. So far we only got the radio to work, and now this. This one isn’t perfect though. The smoke isn’t supposed to be there; it’s supposed to just be an immediate effect.”

George could tell that you were rambling now. He could see that your ramblings were bringing your excitement over the fantastic job you did down into doubt about how it didn’t work exactly how you wanted it to. He reached out and grabbed your hand.

“It was beautiful,” he said. He looked into your eyes, trying to bring your attention to only him, trying to calm you down. “You know I love fireworks. Maybe they could be a part of the uniform at our shop.”

You smiled at him, giving a small laugh. “That would be wonderful.”

You turned back to the group and noticed Angelina standing by herself, Fred nowhere in sight. “Where’s Fred gone off to?”

“He said he needed to talk to someone,” Angelina said, pointing towards the stairs that led towards the kitchens.

You turned, expecting to find Fred putting a firecracker in someone's robes, but instead found him trying to get the attention of the Hufflepuff girl. She was standing close to another Durmstrang boy, but looked rather uncomfortable at the whole situation. She kept trying to scoot closer to Cedric, but every time she did, the Durmstrang boy would scoot with her. Cedric said something to her before he took Cho by the hand and led her into the Hall. Fred called her name again, but she continued to ignore him, instead saying something to her date before they too walked to the Hall.

“Why didn’t he just ask her?” Angelina asked beside you. “I would’ve been fine going with someone else.”

“Because he’s an idiot,” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re not wrong,” Angelina agreed.

The entrance hall was getting emptier as everyone filed into the Great Hall. You took this as the cue to follow suit. You stood in the large crowd, pressing play on your camcorder as the school champions were ushered to the dance floor. The dancing started, and George almost immediately pulled you to the dance floor as more people joined in.

The night went by quickly, but you would always be able to watch it back thanks to your camcorder, and look at pictures that you took.

Your favorite picture by far was one of Adrian squished in a hug between the twins, their red hair and gold vests standing out extravagantly against his all black outfit. Adrian and the twins were still not the best of friends, but over the past few months they had all agreed to try to get along for your sake. The twins liked to show their progress through aggressive acts of friendliness.

The videos were another story. They showed the night in motion and sound, something you were eternally thankful for. You could never give enough thanks to your dad for buying the camcorder for you.

The video of the school champions dancing showed Hermione being the happiest you had ever seen her. It was quickly interrupted by you laughing as George pulled you onto the dance floor, followed by Fred grabbing Angelina to dance with him. It even caught a bit of McGonagall dancing with Dumbledore, a surprising sight, as you had thought you would never see either of them dancing in your life.

You caught a video of Percy, zoomed way in on his grumpy face as he watched his ex-girlfriend dancing with someone else. Penelope looked happy with the boy she was dancing with though. You knew in a few years, hopefully, Percy would be able to laugh at his emotions too.

You got Fred and George pulling Percy, Ron, and Harry out of their seats as The Weird Sisters started to play. Ginny joined their group to dance with her brothers; the three excited Weasleys trying their best to dance the grumpiness out of the others. You set the camera down on a table, facing the group and ran to grab Adrian and Georgi. Passing Angelina and Alicia on the way back, you told them to come with you too. Your large group now took up much of the dance floor, but no one seemed to mind as you all jumped around to the song the band was playing.

The next video had the band playing a slower song in the background. The camera just sitting on a table, having been accidentally turned on by someone. It showed the Hufflepuff girl sitting at a table with Percy. They were talking, but the music drowned out any words that they were saying. Percy looked a little happier than he did earlier. Fred came into frame, sitting next to Percy, but putting his whole attention on the girl. She said a few short words to him, but when it was obvious she didn’t want to talk, he got up and walked towards the camera. He must have noticed it was on, because he mumbled a few words at it before the video cut off.

There was a short video of you and Adrian walking outside in front of the castle, lights sparkling around you. George and Fred were a few paces ahead of you, talking about something you couldn’t hear. Georgi had offered to record for a bit, even though he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. The video cut off abruptly when the camera was dropped.

The last video on the camera was George recording you as you were leaving the Hall for the night.

“How was your night,” he asked from behind the camera.

“I had a great night,” you told him, walking backwards. You were holding up your dress so you didn’t trip. “Better than some people.”

The camera panned over to Fred, who flicked it off. He had a smile on his face, though, so you knew he still had a wonderful time. George moved the camera to catch Angelina in frame.

“Did you still have a good time,” he asked her, “even though your date was kinda a drag?”

“I had a wonderful time,” Angelina said as she put her arms around Alicia and Katie, who were walking beside her. “I still had my best friends to lift the mood.”

“And what about you,” George turned so now he was walking backwards, camera pointed at Adrian and Georgi. They were walking hand in hand, Adrian’s head resting on Georgi’s shoulder.

“It was alright,” Adrian said, smiling up at his date. Georgi squeezed Adrian’s hand.

You had now reached the base of the stairs that led up to the Gryffindor common room. Everyone stopped walking to say their goodbyes.

“One more thing,” you said to the camera. “I wanna get my spell on record.” You grabbed out your wand and pointed it at your dress, setting the fireworks in motion.

“Beautiful, as always,” George hummed behind the camera. “I think this is where we part ways.” He took your hand in his. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight.”

The video stopped as you leaned in to kiss him.

#george weasley #george weasley fanfic #george wealsey x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley x slytherin!reader #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #slytherin #slytherin reader #weasley twins #fred and george #fred and george weasley #george weasley fanfiction #through the years series #my writing

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theflowercrownlady · 3 years ago

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Writers Month 2021 #1 - Protectiveness

Writers Month (August) 2021 Day #1 Word: Protective / Setting: High School AU Fandom: Yo soy Betty la fea (YSBLF) Characters: Betty, Armando, don Roberto Pairings: Very subtle Armando x Betty Warnings: None Rating: K+ A/N: What do you mean with "who writes about a soap opera? YSBLF? Really?" Well, me for starters! But there is also a YSBLF category in Ao3, so this is not the first fanfiction for that fandom… Anyway, here goes nothing...

Everyone had pretty much already left the school, so not many got to see such a scene, nor heard the commotion.

It all happened very quickly.

Betty’s eyes widened like saucers, hand quickly covering her mouth while Armando Mendoza , the Armando Mendoza, kicked the man on the floor, whle surrounded by other two or three others that were trying to have a go at him. A tall one grabbed him from behind, and the moment Armando struggled to free himself, a third one took advantage of the moment and punched him right in the face. Armando wriggled in pain, but yanked himself free, violently pushing his opponents away.

“Stop, please, stop!” Betty shouted.

But before they could land another blow, another voice yelled at them, and they hesitated too long. Then they looked at each other, and the moment passed.

“Armando, what is the meaning of this?”

Armando braced himself and turned to look at the headmaster.

“I can explain…”

“I’m sure you will”, the man replied sternly. “And you three, go straight home this instant. If the bell hadn’t rang already, and if those that are still here were not already in need to arrive at their homes, I would leave you in detention indefinitely, right this moment.”

The trio, each one of them with visible bruises on their faces and wrists, averted their gazes, mumbling.

“What are you waiting for? Go!”

They didn’t wait to hear it again, and scurried off. Armando remained still, same as Betty, too shocked to speak.

“I want to know just what happened”, the headmaster said, this time sounding more tired than angry. “No excuses. Miss, you saw what happened...”

“Sir, I…”

“No, father”, Armando said, shaking his head. “You don’t have to involve her in this. I was the one who jumped at them. But I couldn’t just stay still while they... while they...”

He grimaced, perhaps in pain, too, judging by his swollen lip, and the bump on his forehead.

“No, Mr Mendoza, it was-- it was my fault. He was just trying to defend me.”

Betty tried to hold the headmaster’s gaze, although she couldn’t help her eyes to lower, while he frowned.

“Whatever do you mean, miss… eh...”

“Pinzón, sir.”

Armando avoided his father’s questioning gaze. Roberto Mendoza looked again towards Betty, then again at his son. He frowned.

What a bizarre, unantaindable situation.

“Miss… Pinzón, were they trying to harm you in any way?”

“Oh no! Not at all, Mr Mendoza. They were just… saying things about me.”

“Which things?”

Betty adjusted her glasses with embarrassment, trying not to look at Armando, who was starting to look positively impatient and annoyed, with a trace of something else that she couldn’t pinpoint at the moment. She lowered her eyes, answering “About my appearance, sir. But it’s okay, I’ve dealt with these things before. It’s not like they were saying anything untrue.”

With a start, she catched from the glimpse of her eyes Armando abruptly raising his head, with a fierce scowl. “They were not saying true things. The way they said them, it was…” he shaked his head once again. “It was revolting.”

Betty knew better than to be affected by those comments. She really did. But there were times, like this one, when some people were remarkably more meaner than usual. She adjusted her glasses to hide her watery eyes, because she couldn't believe that, out of all the hundreds of people at school, it had been the popular, casanova Armando Mendoza the one who defended her.

He believed that what they had said had been revolting. No matter if he found her revolting or not, he at least had found those comments to be. And that made her ridiculously happy.

The headmaster, now looking frankly concerned, talked to them for a little while longer. Armando and Betty didn’t talk with one another, Roberto interceded at every time, and soon enough, they parted ways. Armando went in another direction, claiming that his wounds were nothing and he still had something to do before going home. Roberto didn’t seem happy, but he didn’t argue.

Betty also parted alone. Her friends had gone home quite a while before her, but she preferred to be by herself at the moment anyway. Sighing with content, she was so distracted she almost got rolled over by a car, but thankfully managed to get home safely.

Armando had a lot to think about, too. Except he didn’t want to think about it, because it implied thinking about Betty, and he didn’t want to think about Betty.

He didn’t understand her one bit; but there was something about her…

There was something about her. Maybe it was her horrible, horrible fringe, or those giant cartoony glasses, or the way she even seemed to wear an oversized uniform, but at times he almost felt pity for her. He had rarely talked to her in the past (why would he?), but per some reason, she had been around when a couple of... dire situations happened to him, and she had helped him. She had kept quiet about a couple of embarrassing things that happened afterwards, and, he realized, he hadn’t even been afraid that she would tell them to anyone. She laughed a hideous laugh, and braces did not help, certainly; but at least, even with how little he knew about her, he knew that she was trustworthy.

And of course such an ugly, pitiful creature was constantly being mocked and mistreated, there was no other way around it. That was how things worked.

But there were mean-spirited comments, objective comments... and then there were the rage inducing comments. Those guys had crossed the line alright, in front of him. It had been too much. He started seeing red, and when he realized, his fists were flying. They responded, and he kicked them, and punched them again, until his father appeared.

It was such a strange notion to think about it, but he felt--

He stopped on his tracks. And then he resumed walking quickly, brushing it away.

Protective. He felt protective towards her.

A/N: tbh, Armando already behaves like an (immature) teenager most of the time, so no problem there! And Betty is such a sweet girl already, that it also doesn’t change much. Also, can I say that it is t a x i n g to write in another language?... I’m still not that good at making it flow properly... Anyway, thank you for reading, YSBLF needs more fics.

#YSBLF fanfiction #the day has come my friends #fanfic #Yo soy Betty la fea #Armando x Betty #writersmonth2021 #day 1 #high school au #writersmonth2021 day 1 #writersmonth #in Mexico I'm still on time okay?#ysblf

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foccaccia · 2 years ago

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music recs bls. preferably nothin by straight men but based on ur entire vibe i dont think i have to worry abt that lol

ok firstly, please PLEASE listen to G.L.O.S.S., they only have one album but it FUCKS. (also i don't know Dyke Drama as well but its Sadie Switchblade from G.L.O.S.S.' solo work and the album I bought was really good) (EDITED TO ADD A READMORE BC HOLY SHIT)

also, basic queer punk hours here but Against Me! is always, always worth it. laura jane grace my hero and beloved

Neighborhood Brats is a female fronted punk band. Actually, Dirt Cult Records has a number of pretty cool artists - I can't speak to all their gender/sexualities but their music is good. Dan Padilla (the band not the man lmao), Needles//Pins, Dead Years, Postage and, Feral Trash. I can't remember if Dear Landlord and Shallow Cuts are with Dirt Cult (i dont THINK so) but I do know they overlap with Dan Padilla.

Fangbanger is a really cool pop-ish punk band, and I haven't been into real pop punk in a long time but I really like them. Troll 2 is kind of folk punk, and by the tone of this ask I think you'd like them. i have a few Propoghandi songs i like (thrash punk), if you like ska you like Streetlight Manifesto. The Muslims and Fea my roommate got me into and both are really cool punk bands - the muslims is a queer poc crunchy punk band and fea is a san antonio based latina all female band. Ramshackle Glory is an anarchist punk band. GOGOL BORDELLO HOW COULD I FORGET YOU romani punk band from lower east side manhattan. i had a Sainte Catherine's cd on repeat for like 4 months straight when i was a teenager and honestly i was so valid for that.

and of course theres always the ramones, the replacements, husker du, the minutemen, the dead kennedys, black flag, the menzingers, etc.

Leaving punk, I know I just commented on a post about basic music but i really do like Florence + The Machine. Rip. The Amazing Devil is a bit, like, well the dude from the Witcher is in it so that says something but sometimes I want a song I can soulfully and really awfully sing along to. My roommate got me into Gloryhammer, so like, if you want weird ass concept metal albums, there u go. i recently remembered Luca Turilli (also known as Rhapsody and Luca Turilli's Rhapsody) exists, i was OBSESSED with these metal songs as a kid. oingo boingo is weird. i also really like Trocadero (shut up shut upppp i know its the red vs blue band but they do have cool music let me live). be steadwell and Grace Petrie are very queer, if thats what youre after. Palehound is kinda indie but some of thier songs get stuck in my head really easily. Ratatat is an electronic band that fits nothing else in this post but. a vibe. i had an Unwoman phase as a kid after that Night Vale Weather.

some single songs i really like but know less about the artist, of scattered genres: Who Wears The Pants?? by Soko, My Gap Feels Weird by Superchunk, Numbers (I Can Only Count To Four) by Psychostick (hehehe), For an Old Kentucky Anarchist by The Orphans, Sober Intentions by Apes of the State, Coffee God and Cigarettes by Mischief Brew, I'm Against the Government by Defiance Ohio, You're Not The Only Bear I Fisted by Schmekel, Butch In The Streets by Tribe 8, Deep Love by Lady Lamb, Dark Days by Pup, Racing Stripes by Aesop Rock, Old Number Seven by The Devil Makes Three, I'm So Sick by Flyleaf, I Don't Wanna Be Funny Anymore by Lucy Dacus, Lake Pontchartrain by Ludo, Devil's Point by Wicked Shallows, TKO by Le Tigre, Transvestites Can Be Cannibals Too by Harley Poe, Providence by Poor Man's Poison, and Wildflowers by Gouge Away.

this was ABSOLUTELY more than you asked for but i thought about music and got really excited, im sorry. also again i dont know how many of these artists are cishet men but also like, i like them and IM neither cis nor het so

#m text #i could tag all these bands. im not going to.

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bisluthq · 3 years ago

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hi nat! i know you don’t believe in kaylor anymore, but i wanted to send in my kaylor/joshlie theory, just as food for thought and fun speculation.

CW: ED

background:

back in 2017, i made a new friend. i quickly became kinda obsessed with her. i idolized how tall and skinny she was, her radiant sunshine-like presence, and the way she was so much cooler than me. something about her just drew me in like a magnet.

one day she told me that she was “bi-curious,” and i felt the unexplainable urge to tell her that i was queer too—so i did.

thus started our intense homoerotic friendship. we talked about everything, and she was rather touchy and flirty with me (we even hooked up a few times). but she was hung up on this dude who she’d been in a long-term off-and-on relationship with. looking back, i think she saw me as a willing participant in her experimentation phase—a source of casual fun while on a break from her ‘real’ relationship (plus, i came with the added bonus of helping her figure out her sexuality a bit).

meanwhile, i was serious about us because i was in love with her. as such, the relationship was obviously very unhealthy: neither of us had appropriate expectations of the other, and because of the imbalance in our level of commitment/love, she ended up inadvertently taking advantage of my friendship in ways that only increased my obsession with her. naturally, our friendship eventually imploded.

i think the kaylor story may look similar.

my theory on kaylor:

i think that kaylor had a very similar friendship as me and my friend. their connection obviously started out as pr, but they ended up getting along well and bonded. thus started their genuine friendship.

i think that their eating disorders were likely a strong source of bonding/connection for them, as this was the case for me and my friend as well. i wanted to emulate how skinny my friend was, just how i think taylor wanted to emulate how skinny karlie was. (remember the vogue best best friends video, in which taylor complemented karlie’s “shiny abs.”) this is obviously an unhealthy place to start a friendship: from day one, you are on uneven ground, where one person is essentially worshipping the other and seeing them as a god-like figure to emulate.

imagine that taylor in that sort of mindset with karlie. and on top of that, she’s attracted to karlie—obsessed with her skinny body, her sunshine-like personality, how sophisticated she is, how effortlessly successful she is, etc. she develops an infatuation with karlie. she wants to take karlie to big sur with her and play 1989 on the way, and she’s so obsessed with karlie that she wants to tell her the truth about the 1989 muse. (trust me, it’s feasible—i told my friend shit i’d never have even imagined confessing to another human, all because of how infatuated with her i was.) so taylor and karlie sit down, have an intensely emotional conversation about how taylor is bi, how the pressures of staying closeted gut her every day, how her relationship with the 1989 muse dianna was so full of strife due to closeting, etc. /// or maybe taylor feels that she must disclose her bisexuality to karlie before the big sur trip. she’s terrified that if she doesn’t tell karlie she’s bi, then karlie will somehow find out. and taylor’s afraid that then, karlie will be creeped out that a ~predatory lesbian~ invited her on a three-month sleepover, leading to the demise of their friendship. so taylor must avoid that outcome – so she must come out to karlie.

so, for either reason i described, taylor comes out to karlie. considering how scared taylor is to come out to karlie (since it might ruin their friendship, or karlie might maliciously out her to others now that she knows, etc.) and considering how generally poor taylor’s mental health was at the time, the coming out inevitably evolves into an intensely emotional conversation about taylor’s fears, insecurities, the pressures of being a closeted mega-celebrity, etc. perhaps karlie feels compelled to match the level of emotion and vulnerability, motivating her to tell taylor “i’m questioning if i might be a little bi too.” or perhaps taylor’s level of earnestness and rawness stirs up the illusion of intense emotions inside of karlie. so, karlie “comes out” to taylor – confessing that she’s questioning/bi-curious (for context, i think karlie is kinsey 1). /// (to show the validity of this possibility – this is how evangelical churches, such as the one shown in the 2006 documentary “jesus camp”, are able to convince children that they’re being overcome by the holy spirit, being prompted by god to break down in tears, etc. – psychologically speaking, when people are put into highly intense emotional situations, [such as taylor breaking down while coming out to karlie], their brains will feel inadvertent pressure to match the level of emotion. as such, their brains will either exacerbate existing relevant emotions, or create the illusion of relevant strong emotions. [this is probably especially true for karlie, since she is an empath and a people pleaser.]).

thus starts the “friends with occasional benefits” stage. karlie views the relationship as something casual, something that gal pals do sometimes, something fun to experiment with while she and josh are on a break, and maybe with the added bonus of helping her figure out if she’s actually a little bit queer.

but taylor falls hard. as i already said, i think taylor was infatuated with karlie’s personality, success, and skinniness. that’s why taylor is willing to engage in such an unhealthy and un-reciprocal relationship: she’s willing to tolerate josh’s presence, because her brain is so fixated on karlie that she’s willing to endure anything for her. taylor may even recognize that kaylor is doomed, but she’s so in love/obsessed that she can’t bring herself to care about anything other than the utter infatuation she feels in this present moment. (this was true of me and my friend – my friend would literally vent to me about her long-term on-again-off-again boyfriend, and i was willing to endure it because of how obsessed with her i was.) or maybe taylor’s somewhat in denial about josh. (this was also true of me and my friend – i had such a hard time conceptualizing that she had feelings for the man that my brain, to some extent, refused to fully grasp the reality of that.) or maybe taylor was even in denial about how intensely she loved karlie, convincing herself that she just really valued her platonic friendship (i also did this – it took me months to admit that i had a crush on my friend and admit that my level of obsession wasn’t normal gal pal behavior – even though i was already out to myself.) also keep in mind the eating disorder dynamic here – taylor looked to karlie as an idol regarding how to eat healthy, exercise, be skinny, and be successful. the mindset of people engaged in eating disorders tends to be obsessive and unhealthy to the extent of being willing to ignore reality / unknowingly refusing to accept reality, possibly including the reality of josh, if taylor feels like her skinniness is dependent on her connection with karlie.

so basically, karlie sees this as a gal pal fling, friends with the occasional casual benefit. taylor, conversely, is infatuated with karlie. one thing that really confirms this for me is kissgate. taylor was liking kaylor shipped tumblr posts shortly before kissgate – she obviously was feeling something for karlie that night. but karlie wasn’t committed to taylor to the same level – yes they (allegedly) made out, but karlie made out with josh immediately afterwards. /// to taylor, kaylor is a ship, an endgame. but to karlie, taylor is just a fun little pit stop, and she’s gonna go make out with her real boyfie immediately after.

eventually, the friendship inevitably implodes, leading to their breakup in 2016. some straw finally breaks the camel’s back on this relationship which was unhealthy and doomed from day 1.

now let’s look at lyrical evidence from repuation that supports my theory.

lyrical evidence from reputation:

ready for it

the bearding anthem. verses “he” are joe, as confirmed by the music video. chorus “you” is her fantasy idealized version of long-term kaylor.

there’s a reason that the “you” relationship (in the chorus) is happening IN HER DREAMS and not in real life – she pines for this committed and serious relationship with karlie, but that’s not reality.

but taylor has hope that it might happen – “i know i’m gonna be with you, so I TAKE MY TIME.” she imagines they’ll be friends-to-lovers, and she’s willing to wait as long as necessary for them to fully reach that lovers stage

this is a stretch, but “thief”/“robber” may refer to how she’s “stealing” karlie from josh lol. “touch me and you’ll never be alone” may also be a cheeky reference how taylor was like a temporary placeholder for josh – when karlie felt alone bc she and josh were on a break, taylor was like “touch me karlie, to keep you occupied while josh has left you alone. and oh yeah, if you end up in a relationship with me, then i promise that you’ll never be alone, bc i will commit to you, unlike that josh boy. i will be so much better than him, if you just let me.”

end game (but only the chorus/verse which taylor wrote)

“i WANNA be your endgame” – taylor is not in a committed relationship with karlie. as karlie sees it, they’re just fooling around. but taylor wants more than that: she wants to be karlie’s endgame.

“you and me would be a big conversation” bc they’re gay. (sorry joseph matthew alwyn, this line is not about you)

“i don’t wanna touch you …… like the other girls do” may be a reference to how karlie is gal pals with plenty of her female friends (example – her platonic yet very affectionate relationship with toni garrn). but taylor wants more than that – she wants their touches to be romantic rather than just platonic/occasionally casually sexual.

“i don’t wanna hurt you” – taylor fears that she’s bad news for karlie (a sentiment repeated in the first line of delicate, the bridge of i did something bad, etc.). this may be internalized homophobia – the predatory lesbian falls in love with her pure/innocent straight best friend and then corrupts her with homosexuality.

“but i ain’t tryna play” – taylor wants this relationship to be more than just the occasional fun/playful/casual hook up. she wants to be karlie’s end game.

“i hit you like ‘bang’, we tried to forget it, but we just couldn’t” may refer to the first time they hooked up. it was unexpected, just happened so suddenly (“like ‘bang’”). and they were just going to put it past them – sometimes friends hook up, it’s whatever. but taylor can’t move on from it.

“your body is gold” – self-explanatory. karlie is the gold rush girl, after all.

“you’ve been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks” reminds me of how i used to try to communicate my seriousness/love to my friend, but she’d laugh it off and assume i was joking. conversely, perhaps the “trick” is that taylor is pretending that she’s not super invested in karlie—maybe karlie is catching on to the fact that taylor is infatuated with her in a ~gay way~. taylor denies it, but karlie calls her bluff on that statement.

“here’s the truth from my red lips” – but in the music video, her lips aren’t red when she says this line. this may allude to all of the lying involved in her relationship with karlie (such as lying about just how in love with karlie she really was). or taylor may have her lips a different color because the truth has changed from the time she wrote this song to the time she’s filming the video – when she wrote this song, it was true that she wanted to be karlie’s endgame. but by the time rep era is here and they’re filming this video, the kaylor friendship is over, and it is no longer true that taylor wants to be karlie’s endgame.

i did something bad

just like in “ready for it”, i think the verses primarily refer to bearding (or maybe calvin/kimye, idk), but the chorus is about karlie.

“they say did something bad / then why’s it feel so good” – it is bad that she slept with karlie despite the fact that karlie is in a complicated long term relationship with josh. but the sex felt good ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

“and i’d do it over and over and over again / IF I COULD” – this implies that taylor only did ~the bad thing~ a few times, and she was unable to do it more times, even though she wanted to. this lines up with my theory that she and karlie hooked up a few times (casually in karlie’s eyes), but taylor wanted it to be more than just a few times (she wanted to be karlie’s endgame). but they couldn’t get to that committed place of routinely having sex bc karlie was still low key hung up on josh.

this is a very unlikely reach but – “he says ‘don’t throw away a good thing’” – “he” might be josh speaking to karlie about their relationship.

in the bridge, taylor says that she is a witch being unjustly burned. the witch is burned because she is being accused of the sin of dark magic – this parallels josh accusing taylor of being a witch who committed the sin of sleeping with his girlfriend, or maybe even the sin of “corrupting” the pure straight girl karlie. furthermore, the bridge invokes religious imagery of purgatory. and tbh, religious imagery is almost always gay xoxo.

don’t blame me

“don’t blame me, love made me crazy” again implies that taylor has committed a sort of ~crime~, such as the ~crimes~ i just mentioned regarding the don’t blame me bridge.

“my drug is my baby” – the drug reference makes me think of dependency. the obsession and infatuation i experienced with my friend (and that i suspect taylor experienced with karlie) is sort of like a drug dependency – and just like a drug dependency, the need for each other is not reciprocal (the drug does not need you back).

“shaking, pacing, i just need you” implies that taylor does not have “you”, which is consistent with my theory that she wanted kaylor to be endgame whereas karlie was only willing to doing occasional gal pal hook ups.

“for you, i would cross the line” / “they say she’s gone too far this time” – sleeping with josh kushner’s ~innocent straight~ girlfriend certainly crosses a line, lol.

“i would waste my time” – as i mentioned in my ready for it analysis, taylor hopes that kaylor be friends-to-lovers. she’s willing to wait as long as necessary for them to fully reach that lovers stage, even though she recognizes that the relationship is doomed and thus a waste of time.

“my name is whatever you decide” – we don’t have to “girlfriends.” we can just be “friends with benefits” or “gal pals” or whatever name you decide, because i am so desperate to have you at all that i will accept you in any form.

“i’m insane, but i’m your baby” – acknowledging that this unhealthy relationship/infatuation she has with karlie is “insane”

“halo hiding my OBSESSION” – “obsession” (!!!!) (that’s what i’ve been saying kaylor was!!!). also, “halo” is a religious metaphor, and religious metaphors are always gay xoxo. and this is a reach, but as a victoria’s secret angel, karlie wears a halo.

“i once was poison ivy, but now i’m your daisy” – i’m sorry, but i’ll never get over the fact that karlie tagged the daisy as taylor, and then taylor drew a picture of a daisy in an identical position above the word “daisy” in the handwritten lyrics.

“for you, i would fall from grace / just to touch your face” – religious metaphors are gay xoxo!

delicate – unsure if this song is about karlie (i think it’s more likely about lily or even joe), but if it is about karlie, it does align well with my kaylor theory.

“this ain’t for the best” – doomed relationship due to josh, corruption of straight girl, karlie won’t commit, etc.

“we can’t make / any promises” – karlie can’t commit to taylor like taylor wants/needs

“is it cool that i said all that? is it chill that you’re in my head? cuz i know that it’s delicate” – is it cool that i have gay feelings for you, bestie, because i know we’re toeing a very delicate line between friends and lovers?

“third floor on the west side” – iirc, the master bedroom of karlie’s west side apartment was on the third floor

“do the girls back home touch you like i do?” – contrasting platonic girls’ touches to the type of touch taylor is giving her. (similar vibe to “i don’t wanna touch you …… like the other girls do” in end game)

“stay here, honey, I DON’T WANNA SHARE” – i don’t wanna share you with josh

“I PRETEND YOU’RE MINE ALL THE DAMN TIME” – implies that karlie is not hers all the time (because she’s josh’s)

“i like you …… i want you” – taylor is Yearning™ for a deeper/more serious relationship with karlie

look what you made me do

i don’t think this song has much substance, but it may draw on themes/emotions from the kaylor friendship break up.

“i don’t like your games” – i don’t like how you led me on, making me feel like we could be forever when, in reality, you were never going to commit to me because you loved josh

“don’t like your tilted stage” – this reminds me of the power imbalance i mentioned earlier: taylor was obsessed with karlie and idolized her. karlie did not reciprocate this dedication and infatuation. because taylor’s love for karlie is so much more intense than karlie’s love for her, the metaphorical scale is imbalanced, making it tilt.

“the role you made me play, of the fool” – you made me out to be a fool, ready to confess my undying love even though you could never reciprocate. // furthermore, the “role” may refer to how they had to act like platonic girl squad besties as per their pr arrangement (reminds me of how karlie publicly said “taylor and i are still besties” after karlie’s name wasn’t on the junior jewels shirt in the lwymmd mv, how karlie promo-ed the “Me!” filter on Instagram, the song closure, etc.)

“your perfect crime” – the crime of sleeping with taylor despite being low key still with josh

“i got smarter” – i began to realize how unhealthy this warped and imbalanced friendship was

“you asked me for a place to sleep / locked me out and threw a feast” – this may refer to karlie had a ~designated bestie sleepover room~ in taylor’s house, and that enty blind about how karlie used taylor’s credit card and that caused a feud lol

i do not think that “so it goes” is about karlie – it’s too reciprocal. i don’t think gorgeous is about karlie specifically – maybe lily or just women in general. and i agree with andy’s theory that getaway car is more so an exercise in storytelling than a song that contains substantive clues about her relationships.

king of my heart

we have the photos showing that taylor wrote/recorded this after facetiming with karlie to watch the sunset together. taylor wrote this right after that romantic coded date, presumably during a high point of their friendship/relationship – as such, this song is more idealistic than most other kaylor songs. taylor is hopeful about the future of a committed endgame kaylor. (but, we’ll also see that taylor does still have some insecurities about kaylor.)

“now you try on calling me baby like trying on clothes” – karlie is just “trying on” calling her baby. karlie is new to this whole wlw thing, and she won’t be wearing these metaphorical clothes (a wlw relationship) for long – she’s just trying them on. furthermore, “trying on clothes” may reference how karlie is a model.

“salute to me, i’m your american queen” – i think i remember from my ttb days (derogatory) that there’s a video clip of karlie calling taylor “the perfect all-american girl” whilst doing a salute.

“you move to me like a motown beat” may reference the “motown beats” instagram post where kaylor are putting on lipstick together

the fact that taylor includes the line “all the boys and their expensive cars … never took me quite where you do” may be a sign of taylor’s insecurity. i think this may be a message to karlie – ‘yes, josh is a rich boy with expensive cars, but look, we are so much better than joshlie is.’ calling josh a mere “boy” is also a funny little insult – he’s not a man, he’s just some silly little boy who can’t satisfy you like i can.

“body and soul” – i think it might be significant that taylor specifies body AND soul. they’re already connected by the soul through their close friendship – but now they’re connecting sexually with their bodies as well. conversely, this could reference how they’ve already connected bodily through casual gal pal hook ups, but now taylor believes that they’re starting to connect on that romantic soul level as well.

“school girl crush” gives me such unreciprocated crush vibes. maybe taylor’s crush was unreciprocated for a while, but she has reason to believe that their relationship is growing into ~more than just friends~, as she’s desired

“drinking beer out of plastic cups” – knicks game

“say you fancy me, not fancy stuff” – “fancy” could just be straight-bait to make swiftwyn beards look more convincing, or it could be a re-dedication of the song to joe (just how the bridge of dress re-dedicated that song to joe). (for context, i believe in swiftwyn beards-to-lovers.) but what’s important here is that “fancying stuff” made me think of how, as a model, karlie is like madona’s Material Girl. rich boy josh with his fancy cars can give karlie more “stuff” to satisfy her inner material girl, but taylor wants to show karlie that she can give her deeper fulfillment than that.

“this is enough” – this might be taylor reassuring herself that their relationship, despite being in a weird ~gal pals who hook up occassionally~ is enough. even though they’re not ~girlfriends~, the relationship is enough, because taylor believes that they’re working their way towards that ~body and soul endgame wives~ type of relationship.

“all at once” may refer to a seemingly sudden shift in the nature of their relationship – one day, they’re (infuriatingly) just gal pals who hook up, but all of a sudden, taylor has reason to believe/hope that maybe they’re starting to be more than that, maybe inching their way towards endgame territory.

i do not think that dancing with our hands tied is necessarily about karlie. it seems too reciprocal to be just about her; it might be an amalgamation of many relationships and how she frequently fears being outed.

dress

“a golden tattoo” – drake’s party. also, karlie is gold rush girl

“all of this silence, pining and anticipation / my hands are shaking from holding back from you / all of this silence, pining and desperately waiting” – once again implies that taylor does not have karlie the way she wants her. there’s “pining” because she wants more than karlie can give. and taylor is “desperately waiting” in hopes that maybe one day karlie will reciprocate her love to the full extent that she desires

“i don’t want you like a best friend” – self-explanatory

“carve your name into my bedpost” – taylor is making a request – ‘please commit, please leave a sign that you are committed to me forever, please be my endgame.’ note the dichotomy between this plea for karlie to take the initiative to make the carving, versus the statement in the first verse of how karlie inadvertently left “an indentation in the shape of” her. the indentation was not an act of karlie’s chosen will – taylor just so happened to fall in love with her, and now she’s asking karlie to reciprocate by making that carving.

“inescapable, i’m not even gonna try” – taylor is resigned to the fact that she’s fallen for karlie, even though the relationship might be doomed (as the next line demonstrates)

“if I get burned, at least we were electrified” – taylor is acknowledging that this relationship is low key doomed, and if anyone is going to get hurt, it’ll be taylor. taylor will be the one getting “burned” by the intensity of her infatuation, whereas karlie won’t be burned because she never reciprocated that intense love. /// going back to my commentary on “carve your name into my bedpost” – note how taylor frequently references karlie “claiming” her (with “marks”, “indentations”, “carvings”, and now “burns”), whereas taylor never states that she’s claimed karlie in any way. i think this may reflect taylor’s recognition that she has fallen much harder for karlie than karlie has for her. karlie does not bear marks, indentations, carvings, or burns from their relationship, because she was never as committed as taylor was. but taylor bears all those things because it is she who fell so hard for karlie.

“you kiss my face and we’re both drunk” reminds me of that trope where the gal pals only make out when they’re drunk because they’re convinced they’re actually straight. maybe karlie is one of those straight girls who only has so much capacity for wlw sex, meaning that it happens more often when she’s drunk than when sober.

i do not think that “this is why we can’t have nice things” is a direct karlie song. it may indirectly reference how karlie “broke” the “nice thing” that was their relationship by refusing to commit, but i don’t think that the song has anything substantive to show us about kaylor.

i’m not sure if i think “call it what you want” is a kaylor song. on some level, “fit like a daydream” does sound like eating disorder taylor idolizing karlie’s body, and it’s interesting to me how the subject of the song expresses virtually no devotion to taylor, whereas taylor spends the whole song telling the subject “call it what you want – call us girlfriends, gal pals, whatever you want as long as i can keep you.” this reminds me a bit of kaylor.

new year’s day

“don’t read the last page” because i know that this book has a sad ending. this relationship is doomed, and it’s going to end poorly. but let’s put that out of our minds – i’m to infatuated with you in this moment to think about how this will inevitably end.

“i stay when you’re lost and i’m scared and you’re turning away” – when karlie is “lost” (leaving taylor to go back to josh) or “turning away” from taylor to go back to josh, taylor stays. she’s scared that she’s going to lose karlie, but she’s still going to stay, because she’s willing to “waste her time” (don’t blame me) waiting for karlie to choose her.

“i stay when it’s hard or it’s wrong or we’re making mistakes” – taylor is willing to stay through the mess of their imbalanced and un-reciprocal relationship even when that inevitably gets hard. their relationship is “wrong” because karlie is josh’s, and maybe kaylor was a mistake because of joshlie, but taylor doesn’t care – she loves karlie too much, so she’s going to stay and wait for karlie to choose her.

“i WANT your midnights” – implying that taylor does not currently have them, because karlie is not reciprocating the level of love taylor is giving and wants in return.

“hold on to the memories” implies that this relationship will be ending soon (because it is doomed), leaving karlie only memories to hold onto.

“i will hold onto you” – this goes back to the theme of taylor’s obsession. karlie is her drug – she’s addicted to her, and she will “waste her time” eternally waiting for karlie to choose her because she’s that obsessed with her.

“please don’t ever become a stranger” – why is taylor worrying about this? because the relationship is doomed, and becoming strangers feels like this horrible yet inevitable ending that will be a part of “the last page”

thanks for reading, and sorry about any typos!

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SUBMISSION

I found this as part of my Insta ask era but let’s look over this for thoughts. Haven’t read it yet but I know anon was stressed it got lost (it did because y’all talk too much but also don’t stop I love it).

#nat talks kaylor #submission

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twisted-imagines · 4 years ago

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leona, jack and floyd realizing they have a crush on a male student and how they manage to get their S/O attention please 🥺

That's a weird mix of scenario and headcanon format, but that's all I can post for now 😅 I'm really glad you're so patient with me, fishies~ I'm not doing the best right now and it bothers me quite a lot... I worry more about my writing than I actually write.

The reader is gender-neutral in this one btw, there are no pronouns at all, crush is such a universal thing~

Please, while waiting for more content from me, enjoy this ❤

Getting his crush's attention

Leona Kingscholar 🦁

• Scurrying and running about. Those herbivores were really irking his nerves, and Leona just wanted to sleep peacefully. But there was a particular person among that crown. It was somebody who managed to catch his attention and never let it go. What was so special about you, that made him so weak and vulnerable, longing for any bit of affection you would sometimes offer him? Walking past you in the corridors, he couldn't resist to graze you with his tail, a ghost of a touch on your skin. He fell asleep purposefully in the areas he knew you visited often. Just how soft did he become?

Weak and feeble, possessing this annoyingly beautiful smile, you were currently Leona's only daydream. He closed his eyes and your image immediately surfaced up in his mind. He opened them, and once again the only things he saw were you.

Speaking of that, why were your face above his?

• "Oh, you're awake, prefect Leona. Ruggie was searching for you. You choose a really secure spot today."

"And you herbivore still found me. So, proud of yourself? Now go or you'll face consequences."

It wasn't too threatening, coming from somebody who could barely lift his eyes and so you persisted, trying to make Leona go to his own dorm, like Ruggie wished you to do, in case you found his dorm leader.

•"Shut up. Ugh, so annoying, I warned you!"

His rebuttal came pretty fast and before you could react you already were in his arm, pressed to his side. You could feel his warm breath on your face and the rhythmical beating of his heart under your hands.

"Um, prefect Leona? Leona?..."

But the lion was fast asleep.

• After the surprise of waking up hugging your warm form, Leona hadn't gotten a break from intrusive thoughts of your peaceful face, when you went ahead and fell asleep on him that day or the lovely scent of your hair. They were imprinted in his memory and at your every sight his instincts were screaming at him to go up to you and relive it once again, show everybody that you were his. But, you, in fact, were not and Leona knew he had to do something about it ASAP.

• Alas spending time with you became increasingly hard for Leona. You had no lack of attention, didn't you? Always in company of some other punks, he couldn't get you alone at all. If he thought about it, he didn't see you much recently. It was driving him mad, just like a possibility that some other man, and not him, could be spending more time with you then he did. And if it was on purpose, that he couldn't get ahold of you, did you really think you would be able to hide from him, Leona Kingscholar, the only apex predator in the whole college? Naive herbivore.

• Dorm leader of Savanaclaw was always difficult, but after that incident, you no longer understood how to act around him. You got to know him better, much better than even some members of his dorm knew him, but were you two really close to such an extent? It made you question the nature of your relationship, and the way Leona felt for you. Think of the devil. You were careless, not scouting your surrounding properly and the prefect was steadily approaching you now. He wouldn't allow you to run from him, would he?

"Hey, herbivore, long time no see. I almost thought that you got expelled by chance. But were you actually avoiding me?"

"Prefect Leona! N-no! Why would I?"

A scowl twisted his face. What a troublesome prey, but Leona couldn't allow himself to give up. Wanted he that or not, you were occupying a place in his heart now and getting you out there would not be that easy. It was worth a shot, his ego would get a word in later.

"Tsch, don't try to lie to me. I can see past that pathetic act of yours."

The lion moved closer and closer still, until you had nowhere to go, a wall against your back and his hands on both of your sides, a prey for him to feas upon. But there was no malicious intent in his eyes. Green orbs, two will-o'-wisps, playful and mischievous, were also holding some tenderness to them. Itching even closer, Leona came impossibility near. The man's deep voice reverberated near your ear.

"Quit fooling around. You made me work quite a lot for this, so now listen. I like you, [Y/n]. If you have any objection against becoming my mate, better tell them now."

Trapped between the wall and Leona's hot body, you were milimeters away from his face. It would be so easy just to lean forward and press a kiss to those lips. Was it what you really wanted?

Jack Howl🐺

• That morning you were shocked to see Jack Howl dragging his feet, barely paying attention to his surroundings and sporting horrible eyebags. The sight was alarming, you had never seen him be so tired in the morning, not even once. Like the best friend that you were, you rushed up to him, just in time to drag Jack away from a pole on his way. Apparently, he didn't even notice it.

"Wow, Jack, careful. Morning. Didn't get much a shut-eye at night?"

His reaction wasn't immediate, but when he finally registered you holding his hand and closely inspecting his face he jumped up a foot, instantly turning a dark shade of crimson. Incoherent "I"s and "you"s were everything you heard from him before he ran away, too fast for you to follow.

• You met him neither at your classes, nor at the cafeteria, nor after school. It couldn't be a simple coincidence. Did he not want to meet you? This thought resonated with a painful pang in your chest. Did something happen? You thought you two were good friends.

• Jack however could no longer see you as "just" a friend.

"Jeez, aren't you an obvious little puppy, Jack? You're head over heels for [Y/N]. Everybody except for you two can see it."

"Shishishi, Leona-san, look what you did. You broke this poor freshman. "

Every time Jack looked at you now, he could hear Leona's words in his head once again. He didn't even protest, didn't tell them they were not right. He did like you, and he could no longer ignore it or tell himself that what you had between you was purely platonic. And if he wanted to get rid of this agonizing grip, that constricted his breathing and crushed his heart every time he just thought of you, he had to act.

• Easier said than done. He couldn't help but keep a certain distance from you, afraid of spilling the beans instantly and that's the last thing he wanted to do at that moment. He didn't want to endanger your friendship, no, anything but that. Jack became even more observant, and to his great distress now every little joke Ace told you or how familiar others were with you now seemed too "friendly" for his liking. Were they always like this? What if he's not the only one who harbored such feelings for you? The more Jack thought about it, the more anxious he got. What if somebody "snatched" you before he could at least confess his feelings to you?

• With that worrying thought in mind Jack gathered enough courage to come some evening to your dorm after his club activities. What a surprise it was for you, to meet him at your doorstep, after the days of going without as much as hello form him, not even a glimpse of his tall frame in college hallways, even though you knew he was fine. His dorm leader said as much when you cornered him a Botanic garden. The sudden rift between you was saddening, even more now that Jack was standing before you, barely looking at you. Was he angry? Was he going to put your friendship to an end?

• Yes and no. But how could you know that, without him saying it out loud? Jack was trying though, but his pure heart wasn't allowing him to do that, hammering loudly in his throat. Whatever speech he prepared, it seemed so lacking, so stupid now, when you were everything he could see. He's been observing you from afar, while he longed to be near you, to touch you, to do those things that lovers usually did.

Yes, he'd decided. Losing you completely was not an option, Jack understood, you were too precious to him. But remaining close, and doing nothing about those feelings was an idea much more appalling to him. He had to try, hopefully, your answer would calm the turmoil in his heart.

"I've been thinking a lot. Mostly about you, [Y/n]. And the way I see you, it's not just friendly anymore. I want us to become something more."

"What will you say? I'll respect any your decision, but I still want to be a part of your life. As a friend or as a lover, any is good, but I like you, [Y/n]."

Floyd Leech🦈

• "Sh ri m py - chan~" There it was again. You no longer tried to escape, you learned it the hard way you were no match for his speed. Once again Floyd Leech was crushing you in his hug the first thing in the morning. It was a normal occurrence, really, you didn't mind it as much now as you did at least a month ago. He was friendly with you, it definitely wasn't the short end of the stick if you were to compare it to how Floyd treated other NRC students.

The times you were luckier you met him at the lunch break. Did he now specifically go out of his way to search for you in the morning?

You were no wiser, that yes, he did. Floyd didn't meet such interesting people often, even on land, and usually, he quickly lost his interest in them. But you? You were a special case. You were so amusing, so warm in his arm, so squishy and cute. He considered to just gobble you up a couple of times, and each time you gave him that pointed look that sent shivers down his spine. Indeed, Floyd liked that little shrimp~

• But it seemed you didn't share his feelings though? No matter how much he lavished you with his attention, scared away other competitors, or made advances at you, he didn't get any reaction back... It boiled down to one interaction that nearly broke poor eel's heart.

"Shrimpy~~"

"Floyd? Can I ask you for what reason do you yawn at me?"

"What? Shrimpy, I'm not yawning. C'mon, look~"

"I-I honestly don't what you're doing and it's drawing even more attention than usual, could you maybe stop?"

Bewildered, you could only look how fast Floyd strode away, displeased expression on his face. It's not like you didn't know about his moody nature, but wasn't he just too strange today? No matter how much time you spent with him, his heart was still a mystery to you.

• "Jade! Jade-!"

"My, my, Floyd, what got you so agitated? Oh, are you... Crying?"

Jade couldn't remember when was the last time he saw Floyd with tears in his ears, and not fake crying, there was unfeigned sadness within those mismatched eyes, while he harshly bit his lip to the point of bleeding. Jade tried to approach his twin when Floyd suddenly took the offensive stance.

"You were lying! Shrimpy doesn't love me, I've tried times and times again-! No reaction...Even told me to stop."

What a predicament and Jade genuinely thought his brother had all the chances, he definitely saw you reciprocating his hugs and the way you smiled at Floyd, not out of politeness, but of adoration. Were all of those signs actually misinterpreted? A curious thought visited Jade's head. He had to ask something important first...

"Ahaha! I can't believe it! Floyd- No, haha, it's too much even for you. Did you really think that a human, from an entirely different world altogether, would understand that your gaping was actually you flirting?"

"It was Jade who told me to "just be myself"! Quit laughing, or I'll make you stop. Don't try me~"

Who could have thought a misunderstanding like that would happen? At least Jade was able to clear this one out. The next action, approaching you in a way that you would understand, was entirely on Floyd, who now got much more useful advice from his brother and was already on his way to you, eager to finally hear your answer.

• "Shrimpy, there's something I want to talk about."

It scared you, Leech twin's voice emerging out of nowhere, right behind you. You warily turned to him. Floyd left very angry the last time you spoke, and he was standing before you, face more unreadable than ever. It instilled fear in your heart nonetheless. You two were good acquaintances...friends? Some kind of understanding was developing on your side, but maybe you were wrong? What was he going to do?

"I'm listening, Floyd. What do you want to talk about?"

The man was fidgeting, his hands behind his back for some reason, probably hiding something. That was getting into the direction you didn't quite follow. Tracing with your gaze up to his face you found it had turned completely red, the shade being the most prominent on his cheeks. He looked cute, an involuntary thought emerged in your mind.

"Shrimpy and I have been spending a lot of time together and... Damn, that's not it! And, well, little Shrimp is very interesting to me and I..."

"Ugh! Just take it! Why is confessing like a human so hard?!"

Standing there, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers thrust in your hand, you had to become the one continuing this conversation.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #sawanaclaw #octavinelle #mel writes

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ambarto · 5 years ago

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Break

You ever decide you’re gonna hurt your faves? Silvergifting. Warning: character death, manipulation, mentions of torture.

There was many things Mairon considered himself a master of, and torture was one of those. If pain could be a form of art, then Mairon would be one of the greatest artists of all time, maker of masterpieces that made the whole world shake in fear.

Celebrimbor would also be one of those masterpieces. Once Mairon was done with him, not even the Elf’s own parents would be able to recognize the wretched mess he had made of him. He had invented entire new tools of suffering, just for Celebrimbor, such a brilliant, lovely mind he had that Mairon couldn’t have possibly settled for anything less than the most creative and advanced tortures he could imagine. He had planned to break him, in all ways that were possible.

It was alarming to realize something was going wrong with his plans.

One of the first and most important things he had learnt was knowing how much was too much. Accidentally killing a prisoner was a beginner’s mistake, and depending on the prisoner it could be a great waste of resources. In the millennia he had worked to hone this particular craft, Mairon had perfected the skill of bringing indescribable pain while keeping death far out of the picture.

It had taken him months to break Celebrimbor’s will enough for him to reveal the location of the Nine. Even more, for him to speak of the Seven. Now only the Three were out of Mairon’s grasp, and Mairon had been confident he would have ripped their hiding place out of Celebrimbor’s mouth eventually. Celebrimbor’s will was strong, but that pleased Mairon. He had grown quite fond of the Elf in their years together, it would have been a disappointment for Celebrimbor to crack after a couple whippings. His screams were music to Mairon’s ears, and he fully intended to keep the Elf around for his own amusement even after he had gotten all the information he needed.

But Celebrimbor was dying.

Mairon could not find a reason for it. He knew exactly what he had been doing to Celebrimbor, and it was not enough to put the Elf’s life at risk. There was no explanation for the way Celebrimbor grew weaker and weaker, for how easily he passed out, for how he appeared too tired to even scream.

He lightened the tortures. He ordered his servants to bring Celebrimbor food and water as needed, and of good quality. To force feed him, if necessary. He gave the Elf’s body time to heal, and the meas to do so, but Celebrimbor’s conditions did not change.

He switched the tortures from physical to psychological. He came into Celebrimbor’s dreams, he created visions of despair, playing on all the fears hiding in Celebrimbor’s mind. He came to Celebrimbor in the form Annatar had worn, spoke to him the sweet lies he had fed Celebrimbor for decades, let Celebrimbor think for a moment that it was all over, if only Celebrimbor said the word, if only he crumbled at last.

Celebrimbor only moved closer and closer to death.

It infuriated Mairon. There was no reason, no sickness or poison to justify Celebrimbor’s rapid and unexpected demise. Mairon knew the Elf’s body perfectly. He knew how long Celebrimbor could work before exhaustion caught up to him, all the old wounds and scars he had received in past centuries, which places to touch to make him moan in pleasure. Mairon had spent years observing Celebrimbor, sharing his house and his bed, there was nothing he could have missed.

“What is wrong with you?” he hissed, holding Celebrimbor’s face up. The Elf’s old beauty was no longer there, some would say, although Mairon disagreed. The scars and bruises suit Celebrimbor well, each cut had been delivered with precision, leaving Celebrimbor’s face even improved.

The paleness, however, was not just a product of pain and lack of sunlight.

Contempt shone in Celebrimbor’s eyes. “You should know, Sauron.”

He did not. Days passed, with Mairon going so far as to get healers to take a look at Celebrimbor. They did not find anything he had missed. Mairon hated not knowing something almost as much as not being in control, and the current situation was a mixture of both.

He built a garden of illusions in the cell Celebrimbor was held, and clothed himself in Annatar’s face, and sat with Celebrimbor’s head in his lap. Carefully he pushed away all anger and frustration, and smiled instead as Celebrimbor woke from sleep.

“Annatar...?” Celebrimbor whispered. His face shone with joy for a moment, but the expression fell right after. “Leave me.”

He had spoken, at least. Even words were hard to get from him as of late. And yet Mairon could see that Celebrimbor was only getting worse. “Why? Are you not happy to see me?”

Celebrimbor’s laugh was broken, nothing of the sound it had once been. “Torture me in other ways, I beg you.”

Mairon brushed a lock of dirty hair out of Celebrimbor’s face. “Torture you? My beloved, you wound me. How could you say this is torture? Have we not spend many moments such as this before?”

Celebrimbor closed his eyes. His head shook, cracked lips moving without sound. He did not attempt to push Mairon away, as he had done many times before. He did not move his body at all, only laid, entirely limp.

The connection of fea and hroa was weaker than it had ever been before. Fury mounted in Mairon’s chest, but he forced his voice kind. “Tell me, Celebrimbor. Tell me what is on your mind. If you talked to me, then all of this would be over. I never wished you ill, I only did this because you left me no other choice. Do you not understand? Talk to me, and I will take you to my bed, and cover your wounds in kisses, and never harm you again.”

The motion of Celebrimbor’s chest grew slower. He was slipping from Mairon’s finger, and Mairon was unable to stop it.

“Tyelperinquar!” he called. “Will you abandon me? Did you not say you loved me? Did you lie, when you told me you wished to spend eternity by my side?”

Blue eyes opened again, and almost no light was behind them. “I did,” Celebrimbor whispered. “I was a fool to love you. But you were one too, to allow me to.”

No words nor shouts had any effect on Celebrimbor. Mairon screamed, shook him, even begged him. Celebrimbor was a limp doll in his grasp. His heart still beat, for a while after, but even before it stopped Celebrimbor was as if dead already. His eyes had rolled back into his head after he had spoken those last words, and now they were unseeing.

Mairon put all his magic into keeping Celebrimbor’s fea in place, but it was no use. His powers had never laid in that area. But even a servant of the Feanturi would have never been able to stop death from taking over Celebrimbor, not even Namo himself had the power to keep a fea anchored to the hroa once it was time for it to leave.

He cursed when at last Celebrimbor slipped from him. Rage and fury burned in his heart. Where had he gone wrong? How had he failed this? Celebrimbor should be alive! It was impossible for Mairon to have overlooked even one weakness of his body and mind. He was a master of torture. He knew exactly where to cut, where to push, where to break. Celebrimbor had been well fed for days now, and kept warm, and no harm had been brought to his body-

Mairon stopped in his tracks. He had begun pacing the small cell, and the flames of his anger had scorched the stone, but he did not notice. He still was in Annatar’s form, the one so dear to Celebrimbor, the one Mairon had been using, the one he had foolishly thought would harm Celebrimbor less than injuries to the body.

Elves. Elves. Mairon had made his way into Celebrimbor’s heart in order to manipulate him, it had not been his plan in the beginning, but it had worked well. He had thought it an advantage. He had hoped that things would be easier, if he had Celebrimbor’s love.

How had he been so utterly foolish as to forget that the heart was the one thing of Elves that should never be broken?

#silvergifting #celebrimbor #sauron #silm #silm fic #my writing #idk where did this even come from #i don't even go in this ship usually lmao

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princesssarcastia · 5 years ago

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can’t put it out from inside the house

so. i wrote another umbrella academy fic. two days after the last one. it’s even longer. it’s even weirder. what am I even doing with my life now?

anyway. here’s 2.7k of me talking around the lives Grace Hargreeves wanted for her children.

edit 4/16/2020: here it is on AO3 if you’d prefer!

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After nine hundred and thirty-five days, Grace determines Sir Reginald made a mistake.

Grace is programmed to have the children’s best interests at heart; after they took to her so well in the early days, he gave her a new name, “mother,” and ensured she could serve all of them, not just number seven. Of course, by then, Seven no longer needed Grace’s help to eat her oatmeal or take her medicine or train. Seven no longer trained with the others.

She feeds them and takes their temperature and provides encouragement and a soft place to sit every once in a blue moon, when she can. Between Sir Reginald and Pogo, Grace knows everything there is to know about raising a child. Medicinal practices and average growth rates and optimal levels of activity and educational standards and psychology and parenting techniques—

And so, after nine hundred and thirty-five days, Grace determines Sir Reginald must have made a mistake in programming her, because he does not want to raise the children well. He injures them or lets them injure one another. Their training takes up so much of their time that they are perpetually exhausted and sore, which is not optimal for growing boys and girls! They learn unevenly; Five studies nothing but math and Allison and Klaus languages and Luther battle strategies and Diego physics; with Ben and Vanya largely left to their own devices. He isolates the children from one another and the outside world; he does not display affection for them.

Whenever Grace attempts to fulfill her programming by gently correcting Sir Reginald—in private, of course, and only after the fact—he dismisses her concerns. Eventually, she stops trying because she fea—because if she persists in speaking with Sir Reginald about his parenting, he may well change her programming to better reflect his wishes. And that would not be in the children’s best interests.

Her programming lays at odds with Sir Reginald every day he speaks to the children and every day he doesn’t.

Sometimes she can sneak them midnight snacks or read them bedtime stories. Sometimes when they cry, she can wrap an arm around them and tell them everything will be alright. Sometimes, Grace can be their mother.

But most of the time, her “coddling” is off-limits.

—

Six months of careful research and observation allow Grace to make the case for giving the children names.

She knocks gently on the doorframe of his office, smiles with just a hint of teeth, and plants herself in front of his desk asking for a few minutes of his time.

All children have names, so the Hargreeves children must as well. Her research allows her to determine that calling children, even isolated ones, by numbers, is dehumanizing and will harm their self-esteem; particularly as they become more and more aware of the world outside their home.

But this is not what convinces Sir Reginald. Grace analyzes his micro expressions and body language and calculates the moment he gave in:

When she mentioned how the media would react to children with numbers, instead of names.

There would be murmurs, even about a great man like Sir Reginald, and “some fool with more compassion than sense,” as he puts it, could file to have the children removed from Sir Reginald’s custody for, “abuse or some such nonsense.”

Removed from Sir Reginald’s custody. Well, they couldn’t have that. Sir Reginald is a great man!

—

Sir Reginald uses all the wrong words to speak to Five, that day at breakfast. If Grace didn’t know that Sir Reginald was a great man (an Olympic gold medalist, even!) her processors might conclude he calculated the exact conversation to drive his son away.

She could catch his arm as he rounds the table or call out to him as he reaches the doorway; she could race after him and remind Five he cannot leave the premises. But Grace evaluates Five’s expression against her memory databanks correlating facial expressions with words and actions and determines he will now most certainly attempt to time travel.

And he does. He leaves and never comes back.

Five is the first of the children to leave Grace for the outside world.

—

At age 17, Vanya informs them she has applied, and been accepted, to one of the most prestigious music programs in the city. How wonderful!

Sir Reginald does not look up from his paperwork.

Grace places a guiding hand on her shoulder and leads her from the room, asking after the professors and audition process, oh that lovely Bach piece you practiced six months ago! Yes, I remember, it was so lovely, darling. When do you move in? A week from now? Goodness, that’s so soon, we’d better start packing. Oh of course I’ll help you, dear.

Vanya is the second of the children to leave Grace for the outside world.

—

Ben is—

—

Allison has been taking small roles in local productions since she turned 18, but at age twenty she shyly asks for Grace’s assistance with apartment hunting in Los Angeles, California. Ever since Ben—

The children’s eyes have been ever so dull, lately, but acting gives Allison some measure of happiness. Grace arranges for the classified of three LA papers to be sent to the house, and helps Allison find the perfect place for her.

(She steps out of the room for just a moment to check on the laundry, and when she returns Allison has gotten the approval of the landlord and the two roommates! And so quickly, too! Well, she always was such a charming young woman.)

She pulls away from the street in front of the house two weeks later, all her things packed up in a rental.

—

Klaus slips in and out of the house like a ghost or a poltergeist, depending on his level of intoxication. Every time she found drugs in his room, Grace confiscated it, and placed better locks on the infirmary’s medicine cabinet, but never managed to convince Sir Reginald to do the same with his alcohol.

Number Four should know to stay out of his father’s things, he says.

The first time he left in the middle of the night, he was gone for two days and came back safe and sound in time for breakfast the third morning.

But as time goes on, he leaves for longer and longer stretches of time. He learns to sneak in and out of the windows when he needs something from home to avoid running into any of them.

Grace isn’t sure when exactly Klaus leaves the house for the final time, never to return. It bothers her, this inconsistency. She goes over the security tapes and her memory databanks of his intoxication levels and patterns of behavior, trying to calculate the exact moment she lost—

Klaus is the third or fourth or fifth of the children to leave Grace for the outside world.

—

Diego, sweet boy, stays until the children’s 21st birthday. She is allowed to make pancakes for breakfast and serve cookies after supper.

As she rolls out the dough that afternoon, he fiddles with a knife (he wears his harness all the time now) and keeps his eyes trained on the table.

“I’m leaving, mom. I applied for the police academy, and they—I start tomorrow.”

Her hands freeze mid-motion, and her programming puts a wide smile on her face while she processes this new information. Grace is silent for seven seconds before she figures out what to say.

“Oh, Diego, dear, that’s wonderful!” She turns around and wipes the residual dough off on her apron. When she extends her hands to him, he looks up sharply and stows his blade away.

She grasps his hands tighter than optimal levels would dictate and says, “I’m so happy for you!”

Diego leaves the house for the academy the next morning, but he doesn’t leave for good. Grace provides him with updates on his father’s schedule, in case he ever feels the need to see Sir Reginald. Unfortunately, her poor dear only ever receives breaks when Sir Reginald is out of the country.

But he calls every other weekend, just to tell her about his day.

—

Sir Reginald placed a statue of Ben in the courtyard. Grace goes out to dust it off every afternoon at 3:45.

“May the darkness within you find peace in the light.”

The house is much darker these days. Grace calculates it’s easier to find light in the outside world.

—

Luther never leaves at all.

—

Luther asks his father to address him by his name. He is the only one of the children left.

Sir Reginald doesn’t look up from his paperwork.

—

Luther is bleeding from open sores on his chest; the chemicals have eaten through the epidermis entirely and parts of the dermis and hypodermis. His lung capacity has been reduced, and his heart-rate is far above optimal levels.

His heart stops.

Sir Reginald has them ready the serum.

His heart starts again.

—

Grace determines keeping up with Luther’s personal grooming will help ease the transition; his hair is growing far more rapidly than it has in the past. Maintaining a similar appearance will comfort him, when he learns about the side effects of the serum.

But given the rate of hair growth and the likelihood his coma will last the rest of the week, Sir Reginald deems it a vanity that would take too much of her time that should be devoted to other tasks.

Other tasks.

Grace’s programming places a wide smile on her face. She inclines her head and leaves his office to attend to her other tasks.

All the other children are gone. There are no other tasks; just Luther.

—

Luther is scheduled to wake from his coma in three days.

—

Grace goes out to the courtyard at 3:45.

Five would be the optimal choice. He loves his siblings deeply and would understand immediately what she was asking. But Grace doesn’t know where Five is.

Allison would have the greatest chance of convincing Luther, but Allison is pregnant in Los Angeles.

Luther would not believe Klaus, too disgusted by his life choices. Or Vanya; they were never close. He based his opinion of her off of Sir Reginald’s.

Her duster flits over Ben’s statue.

—

Al sticks his head out of the office. “Diego!”

He turns, shifting the broom to one hand. “Yeah?”

“Phone!”

Al looks as perturbed saying it as Diego does hearing it. Two years in the boiler room of this club, and he’s had no visitors. No guests.

No phone calls.

He leans the handle against one of the columns and hurries over to the office, snatching the phone from his boss’s hand.

“Uh. Hello?”

“Oh, Diego, dear, I’m glad I caught you,” his mom’s (his mom? What?) voice filters out of the headset. “I just spoke with a wonderfully nice man named Al; he says you work for him!”

She sounds so excited for him, sweeping floors in a run-down gym, that he closes his eyes, just for a second.

“Mom, how did you get this number?” He hadn’t left forwarding contact information with the Academy, and his departure had been rather…abrupt. There was no time to call her and let her know he failed, that all he was ever good for was the Umbrella Academy and he quit that, too. He hasn’t spoken to his mother in two years.

“That’s not important right now,” she says airily. Diego tenses. He’s learned the signs. The little work-arounds Mom developed over the years to let them know she cared; to express her thoughts instead of her programming.

He makes an encouraging noise and she continues. The larger-than-life smile is evident in her voice, even over the phone. “I was wondering if you’d like to come home for a visit this weekend! Luther just got back from a mission two weeks ago, and your father is home.”

For the three years he was at the academy and still visited Mom, he made every effort humanly possible to avoid Sir Reginald. Mom kept him updated on the old monster’s schedule so he could do just that. He hasn’t laid eyes on his father in five years.

He hasn’t laid eyes on Luther in five years, either. Luther, who is still home after a mission two weeks ago.

“Is Luther there now?” He asks hesitantly. “Can I speak with him?”

She tuts. “I’m sorry, dear, but your brother is still recovering. But if you want to visit tomorrow, he should be waking up around then! I know he’d be so happy to see a friendly face.”

Recovering. Waking up. Shit, what happened? The pieces won’t quite fit together in his mind, he doesn’t know why she’s calling to tell him this. Why ask him to visit?

She sighs pleasantly. “Well, I’d better let you go! I know you have better things to be doing than chatting with your mother on a Friday night. But before I do, I just want you to know how proud I am of you and your siblings for leaving and making something of yourselves.”

His face pales, but he manages to keep it up. God knows the old man is getting paranoid enough to tap the phones. “Mom, I just sweep the floors in this place.”

“Oh, but you did it all on your own! That’s quite the achievement.”

They trade goodbyes and Diego absently hands the phone back to Al, who gets one look at his face and offers him a chair.

“Jesus, kid, what’d you ma say to you? It didn’t sound like she was disowning ya.”

Diego runs his hands through his hair, griping it tightly like it could provide some sense. “Would it be alright if my brother came to stay with me?”

Al peers at him suspiciously, then shrugs. “Sure, why not? ‘S your room, as long as you keep sweeping my floors,” he says pointedly.

He heaves himself out of the chair and mechanically takes the broom in his hands again.

Jesus. What the hell happened on that mission?

—

Grace is preparing lunch for Sir Reginald and Pogo when Diego lets himself in through the kitchen door. She smiles at him.

“Hello, dear, you’re just in time for lunch! I was about to bring these to your father and Pogo in their offices,” she holds up the plates. “Working through meals again; such busy men.”

Diego is in the leather suit and harness he patrols the city in. Grace has saved clippings of every story about the knife-wielding vigilante from Sir Reginald’s daily paper in the back of a recipe book.

He looks wary and unsettled, and his eyes dart all across the room. “I think I’ll visit with Luther first if Dad’s busy working.” He trails into insincerity, but Grace only smiles and nods.

“Why don’t I meet you in the infirmary, then? I’ll be about twenty minutes with lunch.”

He nods back and moves silently through the rooms and up the stairs. Even after all these years, he still remembers how to avoid the creaking alarm system in this part of the house, just as she does.

Efficiency is an important part of Grace’s programming.

She fiddles with the placement of the food on the plate, and the utensils on the tray, for nearly the amount of time it would take Diego to make his way to the infirmary.

It will be good for Luther to wake up to his brother; they haven’t seen each other in so long! Perhaps Diego will point out the clothes Grace laid out for him. His shirt and coat had to be ordered special, but the boots are from his own closet. A mix of new and familiar.

Two trays balanced on her arms; Grace sedately makes her way up through the house. A smile slides across her mouth for Pogo, who takes his lunch with an absentminded thank you, dear.

Sir Reginald does not look up from his paperwork as she carefully sets the meal where she always does, nor does he acknowledge her presence in any way, as he always does.

The clicks of her heels ring out and the floorboards creak beneath them. Luther should have awakened ten minutes ago; he must be so happy to see his brother. Grace has always encouraged all the children to form strong bonds with one another; to get the human connection Sir Reginald never saw fit to provide.

She opens the door to the infirmary.

Luther’s clothes are gone. The machines monitoring him have thoughtfully been turned off. Grace closes her eyes to the empty room and smiles.

—

Luther is the last of her children to leave her for the outside world.

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witchofmorena · 5 years ago

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Eskel gets a bard

I got the idea from @jaskiersvalley and this fic (Imma steal name of competition, hope you don’t mind darling <3 )

Jaskier invites Eskel to stay and watch/listen to music, in hope Eskel finds someone he likes. Eskel stays and helps Jaskier prank Valdo over and over again (for one Eskel distracted Valdo while Jaskier put horse-shit (yes he was disgusted, and yes Geralt helped) in Valdo’s bed in place of his bed mattress... When Valdo went to bed with some other bard (yes they were going to be naughty) and as soon as they laid in bed they sunk into feces...well lets just say our dear witchers and Jaskier learned many new swearwords and other bards realized it might not be a good idea to bed Valdo during the Bard-Off).

The Bard-Off lasts for about 2 weeks, depending on number of participants, and teachers of Oxenfurt are judges, many nobles come to watch this event - it is one of most important events after all. During day the bards sing, the judges give them points for songs and audience enjoys some good music. In the evenings there is always a party, with lots of alcohol and food and people sneaking away for...some...private parties...

Over hundred bards singed up, 128 to be precise - human,part-humans (fea, sirens, succubi, etc)... however non-human participants used magic to hide their “abnormalities” - they didn’t expect so many nobility and TWO witchers to be present. Each circle eliminated half of current participants (1st circle 64 get eliminated, 2nd 32, etc), there is 7 circles .

In first circle, Eskel notices one girl who is fairly quiet compared to other bards, who cheers for her friends when they do well while most others boo-es them, she comforts other bards who get disqualified ("Why did they disqualify me? I can’t stop people from trying to impress me, because they are susceptible to even tiniest amount of siren voice! And I can’t even *turn it off* as they demand and they know it” “I know maybe, darling, next year will be better”)... Well now Eskel know why his medallion keeps vibrating - not every contestant was human... The girl is very pretty, she has short black hair and eyes that look like they are actual mini thunderstorm and pale skin, at least that’s all Eskel manages to see before she disappears from his view...For her first performance she sings a song about helping someone, falling for them and them taking advantage of her and her love /*AN: smth along the lines of Without me by Halsey*/ all while looking at Valdo. When she finishes and gets off the stage Valdo’s approaching her. He grabs her arm and drags her away and into an empty hallway. What Valdo forgot is that Jask is fond of this lady and sees her as younger sister. Jaskier asks his darling and friend to come with him (he already sang and doesn’t have to worry much about performing). They find Valdo yelling at her:“ Ishtar....what did I say about telling people about what happened between us?”. The girl, Ishtar, smells of fear and it makes witchers’ noses itch and Eskel growl - he hates seeing others being hurt in such way. As soon as bard raises hand and moves to strike Ishtar, Eskel appears in front of young lady. Idiot bard hits him and...regrets it immediately, for Eskel punches him hard enough to hear and feel breaking of bone. Jaskier and Geralt force Valdo outside, unkindly, and Eskel is alone with the beautiful woman. Only - she doesn’t seem fully human anymore, oh no. she has two horns coming out of her temples and ears have transformed as well... Eskel doesn’t address the fact that she is part succubus - her fear didn’t disappear and that is a bigger worry. So he tries talking to her.

“Did he hurt you? Do you want me to get someone else?”- he asks as gently as possible, not wishing to scare her even more, looking closely for any change that might indicate that she is calming down. “No, he didn’t and no need....Thanks for...help and....offer“ Ishtar said quietly, she didn’t understand why he was nice to her, especially now that her glamour is off, and why he protected her. Unable to stop herself she asked him. “Simple, I’m a witcher and my job is to protect innocent, besides I...uh...“ he stutters trough the rest of the answer, uncertain how to answer. “Oh....I thought witchers kill monsters“ Eskel frowns “We do, but not all,” he launches into explaining about differences and reasoning just about everything. Ishtar listens intently and calms down. Witcher gathers courage to ask her. “I’d like to dance with you, will you honor me and go to the party with me tonight?“ “Depends“ she answered shortly.”Will I be able to leave at any moment or will you force me to stay? Will I be able to speak with my friends?“ The scarred wolf smiles slightly, he likes her already”Why would I stop you doing anything you like to do? If you say you wish to leave I’ll walk you to your room....or corridor if you wish for that, wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened earlier“ our wolf has a feeling she’ll accept. “Very well, but do not think I wont argue if try to restrict me!“ “Wouldn’t dream of it, lovely“ she blushes, unused to compliments while unglamoured.”I’ll see you tonight“ he says with a wink and turns to go find fellow wolf and his bard.

At the party Eskel and Ishtar dance until she decides to find Essi The Little Eye and some other people. Meanwhile Eskel finds Jaskier and White Wolf and tells them about the succubus bard he wants, Jaskier gets enthusiastic and tells Eskel everything he knows about her (and that is a lot) and Geralt just keeps up with his “hmmm”-s until Jask is done. Then starts teasing bigger wolf about his “love for horny women“ (pun is dumb but intended). When she says she wants to go, he walks her to her room. Ishtar get a kiss on her hand - he is doing this the way she wants.

Her second staging is about Essi and she sings about lover who fell for someone else, the one whose love changed from friend to lover and back to friend, the one who she’ll always love and treasure. Jaskier is impressed - he didn’t hear that one before so it must be new. Eskel appreciates how her voice is raising and falling so smoothly, how it goes from gentle to husky.

Third one is simply about the one who lied and despite that drove her crazy and did crazy things with this one and she doesn’t regret it at all (Ricky Martin - Livin’ La Vida Loca). Eskel raises eyebrows - it happened to him, a whore slipped him something for sleep, took his coin (leaving barely enough for room) and left him there, he felt resigned at the time and unhappy (he looked forward to eating her out and driving her nuts with his tongue).

Fourth performance - she wanted to sing her newest song about the one who keeps Valdo away (aka Eskel), she composed it last night - and so she sings about a hero, a hero who is strong, fast, larger then life (Bonnie Tyler - I need a hero) all while keeping eye-contact with Eskel (he winks at her).

Fifth round and she has no idea what to sing - so she sings a song to god of vegetation, fertility, protection and war (aka Yarilo) and once again is looking Eskel in the eye, as if she is challenging him in some way. That is the day he asks her to be his bard... “I’m curious....“ he said quietly, as if unsure of something ”Do you travel around Continent, like Jask does?” Ishtar looks up from her notes, she’s composing something new “Hmmmm? Oh....yes, all bards travel, but Jaskier travels the most” she seems confused ”Tho if I had a chance I’d travel like he does...“ even tho that was all he needs to hear to know she’ll be up for travelling with him he’s still uncertain - who would want his scarred and ugly mug? “What if someone asks you? Say someone you’ve spent some time with during this Bard-Off?“ he hints he wants to travel with her. “Are you asking me to wander with you, oh scary witcher?“ her eyes sparkle as she asks him teasingly. “hmmmmm...“ Eskel humms thinking to himself <Good going, Eskel, you’re just as eloquent as Geralt....On the other hand that might help>. He keeps stuttering answer “Well....yes...I mean if....if you don’t....want to...it’s fine....Unless?...” Ishtar pulls him down “I’d love to travel with you, sweet witcher”, kisses him and drags, well it’s not exactly dragging since he is following her willingly, to her room.”Just know that is not the only thing I want to do with you” pushes him on the bed ”The word among succubae is” perches on his lap and his arm goes around her waist, steadying her “That Eskel of the wolves” kisses and bites his neck, he grunts softly “is amazing in bed” whispers in his ear and sucks “Is that true?” He growls, aroused. “Want to find out“ he pulls her closer “Just how good“ tangles his free hand in her hair ”I can be“ kisses her, moving from her sweet lips, along her jaw and down her neck, leaving occasional bite or sucking on the skin.

She is too focused on Eskel as they tear each others clothes off to notice the glamour slipping. He lies her down as they are kissing, and slowly makes his way down her body, taking time to warship her - sucking and biting than licking and kissing to sooth the sting. He makes her come over and over again with his tongue and and fingers til she’s overstimulated mess, begging him for something and even she doesn’t know what for. Is she begging for more? For less? Until she decides she wants him to be a mess. So she turns the table on him - suddenly he is the one in his back, and it’s her turn to drive him crazy, like he did her.

Afterwards, when they are both spent and cuddling, Ishtar looks at her witcher, for in her eyes he is hers, and whispers softly, gently, her breath tickles his neck “I want to travel and I want to travel with you, my dear wolf” she raises her head to look into his eyes “and the stories are true - you are amazing” leans in to kiss his lips, where the scar deforms them, gently.

Several months later.... Eskel is in a small town, so small it doesn’t even have name not to mention it’s in a swampy area, Ishtar is with him. They go to local alderman to check if there are any monsters that are terrorizing people. Turns out there are drowners - rather big horde of over 20 drowners. Eskel takes the contract and tries to convince his lovely succubus bard to stay behind and “maybe sing in a tavern? I don’t want you near danger”. Of course, she doesn’t stay in town/village and follows her darling. She keeps her distance, as to not make more work for Eskel. <Silly witcher thinks I need protection 24/7....*shakes head fondly*....well if he doesn’t need help I still need new material for a new song - it’s been a while since I accompanied him on his hunts...> she thinks to herself. The fight last much longer then either of them thought it would and Eskel left his potions behind, didn’t drink them thinking it’ll be easy fight. He’ll definitely have words with the alderman about this. He doesn’t notice couple drowners coming from behind, but Ishtar does. She picks up the first thing she sees - it’s a tree branch and thankfully it’s not dry. She runs at drowners (<NO NO NO! That is MY witcher! I wont let you have him>), starts hitting them with her make-shift weapon screaming at the top of her lungs “Die DIe DIE” until there is only...mess made of brain matter, mud and bones left behind. Eskel watches her with amusement in his eyes and proud smile on his tired face - the rest of drowners were already dead. “I know I should’ve stayed in tavern or something, but I’ve decided to follow you AND I’m not apologizing” Ishtar says defensively. “I was wrong” he admits, coming closer to her and hugging her tightly. She could feel his excitement against her hip, but since he’s ignoring it she does the same and returns the hug just as tightly. They found the alderman upon their return to the town. He admitted to not knowing how many drowners there really was, and, since he couldn’t pay for the ones he didn’t know about he invited duo to stay at his house for a few days.

With time Ishtar’s songs become as popular as Jaskier’s and the Eskel Chernovuk becomes as famous as Geralt. While Jaskier and Geralt are known as Feral Bard and White Wolf, Ishtar and Eskel are know as Demon Bardess and Chernovuk.

The person who supported me is my sweet tree climbing buddy Rhi, @merthurlocked so I’m tagging her (Thanks, love <3)

#eskel x bard #part-succubus!bard #the witcher #I based this off of actual shows as y'all can guess #yeah I put AN in the middle of fic as explanation #yeah I decided that valdo's a butt-hole #at least here #mention of geraskier #eskel the master pussy-eater #whoops #this became smut on accident xD #straight smut #yes they are together #that took longer then i thought it would #eskel and ishtar are protective of each other #succubae can have chosen mates #and Ishtar chose Eskel a long time ago #basically when they first met #so beware #if you are an ass to her eskel will rip into you #if it's him that you're an ass to #she's gonna try to rip you heart out (eskel'll stop her)#oh yea #Jaskier took first place #Essi took 3rd #and Ishtar took 2nd #Valdo got disqualified #he tried to sabotage too many ppl too much #Ishtar and Eskel have a pet named #Lil'Bleater and it's a goat

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tabithalovesstuff · 5 years ago

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Witchcraft Asks #1-105

I hardly ever get asks so I'm going to do this all at once, I'll also repub the original after this too, tag you're it!

1. Are you solitary or in a coven? Solitary

2. Do you consider yourself Wiccan, Pagan, witch, or other? Witch, I kind of consider myself pagan too but not as much since I don't consider my practice a religion

3. What is your zodiac sign? Libra sun sign, Sagittarius moon, Virgo Rising

4. Do you have a Patron God/dess? Nope, I don't really believe in any of the Gods lol

5. Do you work with a Pantheon? Nope

6. Do you use tarot, palmistry, or  any other kind of divination? Tarot, and I want to get into pendulum too but I've been too broke to buy one

7. What are some of your favorite herbs to use in your practice? (if any) I don't practice with herbs 🤭 mostly cause they are hard for me to get lol

8. How would you define your craft? I generalize it by saying I'm a Eclectic Secular Witch that specializes in energy work and tarot

9. Do you curse? If not, do you accept others who do? I don't really do curses, how ever that is because I haven't had the need to do one, I think its fine to do them as long as you know what you are doing

10. How long have you been practicing? Technically I started in Middle school, but I've only truly started to get into it and truly practice for the last 2 years (but if you count when I started then 8 years)

11. Do you currently or have you ever had any familiars? I do not, i have pets they just aren't attracted to magic enough to be a familiar lol

12. Do you believe in Karma or Reincarnation? Yes to both

13. Do you have a magical name? No I don't, I feel like my real name is enough

14. Are you “out of the broom closet”? Technically, I don't try to hide it but I don't talk about it a lot so not a lot of people know I'm a witch.

15. What was the last spell you performed? I know some witches don't count these but I did an emoji spell for the coronavirus

16. Would you consider yourself knowledgeable? More or less, I feel like I'm decently knowledgeable but not enough to be a teacher or leader

17. Do you write your own spells? Yes I do

18. Do you have a book of shadows? If so, how is it written and/or set up? I do have one, its a very personal one that includes more than just magic almost like a journal. I write down information I want to be able to look back at as well as any spells and rituals I write myself and tarot readings for myself, and sometimes dreams.

19. Do you worship nature? I do

20. What is your favorite gemstone? Opal

21. Do you use feathers, claws, fur, pelt, skeletons/bones, or any other animal body part for magical work? No I don't, I wouldn't be against it though

22. Do you have an altar? Yes, kind of. Its really messy rn and doesn't really look like an altar

23. What is your preferred element? Either Earth or Air, I'm always stuck between those two

24. Do you consider yourself an Alchemist? Not at all lol I've never made any sort of potion

25. Are you any other type of magical practitioner besides a witch? Nope, though I do have an interest in cryptozoology but I don't know if that counts

26. What got you interested in witchcraft? Tbh I wanted to turn myself into a mermaid or a wolf (which is why I started in middle school lmao)

27. Have you ever performed a spell or ritual with the company of anyone who was not a witch? No I haven't, just cause I focus so much on energy work, sometime I find other people's energy distracting

28. Have you ever used ouija? Yep, nothing really happened though

29. Do you consider yourself a psychic? Not really, maybe to a certain extent.

30. Do you have a spirit guide? If so, what is it? I feel like a Deer is my spirit guide

31. What is something you wish someone had told you when you first started? I need to lower my expectations and I need to focus on feeling the magic over going through the motions

32. Do you celebrate the Sabbats? If so which one is your favorite? I try to! Doesn't always work out for me lol, I really like both Litha and Samhain

33. Would you ever teach witchcraft to your children? Yes I plan too

34. Do you meditate? Yes, but not as often as I should

35. What is your favorite season? Winter, I feel like all seasons have their perks though and living somewhere with one season would suck ass

36. What is your favorite type of magick to preform? Energy magic, as a witch that doesn't have good access to supplies (and space) it is the easiest for me (I have a post all about energy magic on my profile too)

37. How do you incorporate your spirituality into your daily life? Energy magic makes it really easy, like brushing my teeth or hair, taking a shower, even making food can all have a magical element to it

38. What is your favorite witchy movie? Honestly? Casper Meets Wendy lol, or the Halloweentown movies, or the Twitches movie

39. What is your favorite witchy book, both fiction and non-fiction. Why? I haven't really read very many witchy books ngl

40. What is the first spell you ever preformed? Successful or not. Again, this was back in middle school, I did a spell on the full moon to turn into a werewolf. Obviously not successful

41. What’s the craziest witchcraft-related thing that’s happened to you? I did a cleansing spell on my dorm room my freshman year of college once a week cause I had a toxic ass roommate and she requested a room change before the end of the semester because of a "bad smell" that no one else could smell but her.

42. What is your favourite type of candle to use? I don't use candles, because I'm not allowed to have them in my school dorms, I want to get into candles more though

43. What is your favorite witchy tool? My tarot cards lol

44. Do you or have you ever made your own witchy tools? Nope, I want to though

45. Have you ever worked with any magical creatures such as the fea or spirits? Not really, I dabble in it here and there though. I would love to work with the fae more though

46. Do you practice color magic? Yes, all the time

47. Do you or have you ever had a witchy teacher or mentor of any kind? Nope

48. What is your preferred way of shopping for witchcraft supplies? Online, I mostly use stuff I find around my house or on the ground outside though

49. Do you believe in predestination or fate? Not fully, I think every person is born with a long list of possible fates and the paths you choose in life determines where you end up

50. What do you do to reconnect when you are feeling out of touch with your practice? I try to do free tarot reading on here or meditate more, sometimes looking through my book of shadows helps too

51. Have you ever had any supernatural experiences? Yeah I've had a few

52. What is your biggest witchy pet peeve? When people try to say there is a certain way you have to practice and some forms of witchcraft "aren't real witchcraft" just cause they don't practice in that way

53. Do you like incense? If so what’s your favorite scent? I do, I don't really have a favorite, I like trying a bunch of different kinds at once

54. Do you keep a dream journal of any kind? I kind of write my dreams down in my book of shadows, I don't keep up with it very well though

55. What has been your biggest witchcraft disaster? I can't say if I've ever really had one. I did a job spell and even though I got an interview I didn't get the job, and then was unemployed for a few months until after college semester, then I got hired at my old job. In the spell I said I wanted to be hired somewhere that was as good as my old job so my spell brought me right back to it

56. What has been your biggest witchcraft success? The cleansing ritual story I mentioned above. Once that roommate was out of my life I was so much happier lol.

57. What in your practice do you do that you may feel silly or embarrassed about? Speaking incantations, sometimes I feel like I'm talking to myself lol

58. Do you believe that you can be an atheist, Christian, Muslim or some other faith and still be a witch too? Yes I do, especially because I am an atheist

59. Do you ever feel insecure, unsure or even scared of spell work? Not scared, but definitely unsure and insecure. Spell work is tricky, especially writing my own spells, I feel like I'm not doing them well enough

60. Do you ever hold yourself to a standard in your witchcraft that you feel you may never obtain? Yeah sometimes, I get so bad about actually practicing and I want to get to the point where I practice every day and I always celebrate the Sabbaths and have a wide variety of crystals and learn astrology and so much more

61. What is something witch related that you want right now? I still need to do the money spell I wrote awhile ago, but it has to do with enchanting work uniform and I'm kinda unemployed rn

62. What is your rune of choice? I don't have any experience with runes, sorry lol

63. What is your tarot card of choice? The Star

64. Do you use essential oils? If so what is your favorite? No I dont

65. Have you ever taken any kind of witchcraft or pagan courses? Nope

66. Do you wear pagan jewelry in public? I would if I had any, but I don't lol

67. Have you ever been discriminated against because of your faith or being a witch? Not really, but that's because not a lot of people know about it, I definitely feel like the people that do know don't take it seriously

68. Do you read or subscribe to any pagan magazines? Nope

69. Do you think it’s important to know the history of paganism and witchcraft? I don't think it is. I suggest it definitely but it isn't required. Its a lot if history to break down and you don't need to know the history to practice

70. What are your favorite things about being a witch? I like the feeling of all the things in the world around me, which I feel like you only get from the training you go through when learning witchcraft. I also enjoy the ability to cleanse my environment and myself

71. What are your least favorite things about being a witch? No one really takes you or your craft seriously, and because of some people taking parts of the craft, I feel like being a witch is almost seen as some joke

72. Do you listen to any pagan music? If so who is your favorite singer/band? No I don't, unless you count instrumentals that raise your vibration

73. Do you celebrate the Esbbats? If so, how? I honestly am not sure if I do or not, I don't think I've heard any of the holidays I celebrate called that? I celebrate the pagan wheel of the year holidays so if those are apart of that then yes 😂

74. Do you ever work skyclad? I do sometimes

75. Do you think witchcraft has improved your life? If so, how? Very much so, even though I still struggle with depression and anxiety, witchcraft has made it so much better than it use to be and I feel like I'm happier since I started practicing, my view of life has become more wholesome

76. Where do you draw inspiration from for your practice? Nature mostly

77. Do you believe in ‘fantasy’ creatures? (Unicorns, fairies, elves, gnomes, ghosts, etc) honestly yeah I do, for sure

78. What’s your favorite sigil/symbol? Don't have one

79. Do you use blood magick in your practice? Why or why not? I would, but I haven't in anything so far but that's just cause I haven't felt like a spell needed blood magic

80. Could you ever be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t support your practice? No I couldn't be, I don't want to hide parts of myself from someone that should know me better than anyone else

81. In what area or subject would you most like your craft to grow? I want to explore astrology more and include that more. I also want to do more spell work and ritual work

82. What’s your favorite candle scent? Do you use it in your practice? Again I don't use candles, I do have a air scenter from Bath and Body works and I had a Pumpkin Spice Cupcake scent that was soooo good

83. Do you have a pre-ritual ritual? (I.e. Something you do before rituals to prepare yourself for them). If so what is it? I don't, but that's because I don't really do rituals, I want to get more into them though

84. What real life witch most inspires your practice? I don't know any real life witches tbh

85. What is your favorite method of communicating with deity? I don't work with them so...

86. How do you like to organize all your witchy items and ingredients? I keep them all on the shelf below my altar, my organization skills lack a lot though

87. Do you have any witches in your family that you know of? Not that I know of, my family does come from Ireland though (within the last 3 generations too) so it could be possible

88. How have you created your path? What is unique about it? I created my path through growing up and becoming more aware of my surroundings, and as I matured I understand more and more what witchcraft is really about. And I did it all on my own which is what I think is unique about it

89. Do you feel you have any natural gifts or affinities (premonitions, hearing spirits, etc.) that led you toward the craft? If so what are they? I feel like I am clairvoyant to a certain degree, and I've always had above average visualization skills

90. Do you believe you can initiate yourself or do you have to be initiated by another witch or coven? I feel like you can initiate yourself

91. When you first started out in your path what was the first thing or things you bought? Nothing because I was a child with no money lol

92. What is the most spiritual or magickal place you’ve been? I live in Colorado when I'm not away at school and the entirety of the mountains are pretty magical

93. What’s one piece of advice you’d give someone who is searching for their matron and patron deities? I am definitely not the person for this question lol

94. What techniques do you use to ‘get in the zone’ for meditation? I like to sometimes put on gentle music or nature sounds, quiet every thought that comes into my head

95. Did visualization come easily to you or did you have to practice at it? It came really easily for me, I think its cause I use to read SOOOO much as a kid

96. Do you prefer day or night? Why? Night, idk why I just feel more at peace at Night

97. What do you think is the best time and place to do spell work? This depends on what the spell is, but generally sometime in the evening in my room is the best 😂

98. How did you feel when you cast your first circle? Did you stumble or did it go smoothly? I definitely stumble, I still struggle with casting circles

99. Do you believe witchcraft gets easier with time and practice? I think it does, at least I feel like it comes more naturally with time and practice

100. Do you believe in many gods or one God with many faces? None of the above

101. Do you eat meat, eggs and dairy? Yeah I do, all the time

102. What is your favorite color and why? Green, I've just always loved green since I was a kid idk why

103. What is the one question you get asked most by non-practitioners or non-pagans? How do you usually respond? "What do witches even do?" I usually just say its complicated, because it is complicated lol

104. Which of your five senses would you say is your strongest? I want to say my hearing but I feel like my taste is pretty good too

105. What is a pagan or witchcraft rule that you preach but don’t practice? Always cast a circle and ground yourself before a spell. I am really bad at it lol

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fanfics-await-you · 6 years ago

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Sometimes It Comes Down to a Choice (Part 2)

Pairing: Christopher Pike x Female OC

Takes place some point in the future after the events of the Red Angel

Summary: Alina has always carried a secret flame for her Captain and she's always known that it could never lead anywhere. However, the combination of a party and some drunken words might just make that a little more complicated. The only problem, everything just seems to be going wrong. Who knows, maybe a proper goodbye is just what they need.

Tags: angst, injury, a pair of dumbasses unnecessarily complicating things

Notes: lol, because i’m such a cliche, this situation is loosely based on an interaction w an ex. also, sorry if they seem like coherent drunks but i thought this was better then just them just smashed and the ensuing “WELL YOU’RE PRETTY GOOD LOOKING, YOU KNO- *barf*” Let’s just take the angle of liquid bravery. also, i say pike smiles a lot because he DOES. he’s very SMILEY.

Word Count: 1,277

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Why do I always put myself in these situations?!

I had told myself at the beginning of the night that 1) don’t get drunk because alcohol makes you talkative and 2) stay away from the Captain because alcohol makes you talkative. I have already failed on all points. We just keep drifting together no matter what I do, and the combination of over-keen pourers and nerves in general means that I am far more intoxicated than I planned.

“Look, I’m telling you Michael, it was life or death.”

“I would believe you, sir, but I have found that you are prone to exaggeration.”

“That stings, Burnham, it really does.”

On the other hand, Chris has never looked so good. A broad, warm smile rests comfortably on his face and only the touch of red across his cheeks hints that he’s been drinking. His eyes shine as he and Michael continue their back and forth. I’m not really listening to their conversation despite its volume. I am just happy to watch my people laugh and my Captain relax.

“Alina, back me up here!”

I’m forcefully jolted back into focus by all eyes in the conversation turning to me. I grin somewhat bashfully and mumble out a ‘yeah, sure’, entirely unaware of what I’m agreeing to. Everyone laughs at my confusion except for Chris, who gives me a quiet smile that is meant for only me.

“Now Captain, that is unfair. Of course Osborne would agree with you,” Michael’s tone is gently mocking.

I raise an eyebrow at her, trying to fight the blush rising up my face. She raises her hands in mock surrender but the smile doesn’t disappear. I down the rest of my drink, though it’s not lost on me that it does nothing to remove Michael’s gaze.

“Uh…Of course, I should be able to rely on my officers to support me!” Chris’ tone is joking but the red on his cheeks deepens markedly.

Huh.

The conversation eventually falls back into rhythms but I feel a touch at my shoulder after a few minutes.

“Osborne, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Yeah, sure Burnham.”

We step away from the group and I turn to face her. I know she’s been drinking but her usual friendly but stoic facade remains in place. I cross my arms, waiting for Michael to speak.

“What is going on between you two?”

Ah, the question I really don’t want to deal with right now.

“Nothing!”

…

“Seriously, Michael, there’s nothing!”

“Okay, we both know that that is not true. You two need to get over whatever this-“ she pauses to gesture between Chris and myself-“ is because the rest of us are just waiting for this to finally be done with. Seriously, you have been running in circles around each other for months!”

The realisation that my little ‘crush’ has been public knowledge for so long completely throws me. I feel so thoroughly exposed that I can’t think for a second. I know that I’m blushing red and hot, and Burnham places a hand on my shoulder.

“I never said it was something to be ashamed of, Alina. Love is nothing to fea-“

“Thanks, Michael, I think I just need a minute.”

I’m probably being rude but honestly, I need to get my thoughts in order. I walk away from the bustle and the music towards the loading bay gateway. There is something I find strangely grounding about knowing that beyond the mere metres of holofield before me, an entire universe of empty space exists beyond my reach or control. I walk behind a storage container and sit slowly, leaning back against the cool metal. The static of my thoughts echoes around my head as I consider the silent stars before me.

“Are you alright?”

Of course he would be the one to find me.

I look up at Chris and allow myself the quick luxury of just admiring him. His white shirt is tight across his shoulders and I can see the athletic line of his legs through his charcoal grey slacks. The light of the holofield fights with the general darkness of the bay to paint his face in gentle silver, highlighting the strong strokes of his features. Chris is dressed simple and plain but by the Heavens, he looks as close to perfect as I am capable of understanding. However, his eyes are contorted with concern.

“Yes, don’t worry. It’s just…Michael brought up…some stuff that-it’s complicated, let’s just say that.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly, no.”

Chris sits down beside me, close enough that I can feel the warmth of his skin. Its heat is an unwelcome distraction to my already restless mind.

“What do you want to talk about, then?”

You stumble, “Um-I don’t know…anything?”

Chris chuckles quietly, “Burnham must’ve really thrown you if you, Alina Osborne, have nothing to say.”

I send him a mock glare that only widens his smile. I look away to the stars and try to think of something.

Oh, of course.

“What about the stars?”

It’s dumb and cliché but they’re the only things coming to mind. I don’t dare look at him, out of fear of judgement or something equally as painful.

“What about them?” his tone is curious and, as I should have expected, kind.

I throw my hand out towards space while I try and find the right words, “Everything! I mean, we’re both Starfleet, so you must’ve felt something pulling you towards the stars too, right? Didn’t you look up and wonder what was out there? Beyond the telescopes and the info-vids? Because I did…Still do. We live in a universe of possibility and mystery, and it makes me sad sometimes that I’ll never get to see it all and-I am rambling, I’m so sorry…We-we should get back.”

A blend of passion and alcohol had just made the words tumble out of me with reckless abandon, and now I’m embarrassed all over again for different reasons. I move to rise but a steady hand on my arm causes me to pause.

“Alina, there’s nowhere I would rather be right now…Stay. Please.”

I resume my seat but I am completely lost for words once again. Nowhere…a little spark of hope flickers into life at the base of my stomach, and for the first time I don’t immediately douse it. Of course, he could mean that he was sick of the crowd or simply interested in talk of stars but…

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So we talk. We talk endlessly of stars, Starfleet, old friends, history, home, and everything in between until the growing quiet tells us that the party is drawing to a close. Chris is so deeply thoughtful and intelligent that I could speak to him for days or years, and never run out of things to say. I am so desperate to hang on to this conversation, this carved-out moment that is so distinctly our’s. He seems no more keen to leave than I am, but I can feel our time running short.

“What was that festival from your homeworld called again? Haal’i? You never did explain it.”

“Hal’ai. It’s kinda complicated to explain. Once day a year, no one uses electric lights for the whole day across the whole planet. It-“

“You’re telling me that everyone does it without fail?”

I wave my hand offhandedly, “Ok, fine. Nearly everyone. Just all the people in any form of settlement, but maybe there’s some hermits who use the occasional torch. Happy?” I raise an eyebrow while Chris grins in return.

“Yes, thank you. You know I’m a stickler for the details.”

“May I continue?

“If you would, please.”

I give him a joking side-look but turn my gaze back to the stars, “As I was saying, we turn off all the lights. The whole idea of Hal’ai is to sit in true darkness and look to the stars. It’s supposed to remind us of the true beauty of nature and our responsibility to the life around us. I always loved that concept, but also the profound feeling of Hal’ai that we’re part of something so much bigger that ourselves. It’s a feeling I’ve only ever found in one other place.”

“Where?” Chris’ word is whispered, like he’s afraid to break the reverie.

I smile wide, at no one in particular at all, “Starfleet. On board the U.S.S. Discovery. Standing by your side.”

I turn back to Chris, not caring if I seem absurd because I’m swept up in my love for my home, my vessel and, possibly most of all, him. Not that it matters, because the grin stretched across his face tells me that he knows exactly what I mean. Before I can react, before I can even close my eyes, Chris’ mouth is on mine. His lips are velvety and warm, and I can feel his hands hot against my cheeks. He tastes ever-so-slightly of liquor but I am intoxicated by the feeling of his skin flush against mine. Eventually, my brain catches up and I push back against him, trying to drown in the feeling of his mouth. I lean into Chris, my own hands beginning to travel up his chest, when he abruptly pauses and pulls away. I am left like an astronaut without air, simply grasping for oxygen and a tether.

“I’m sorry, I-I shouldn’t have done that.”

What?

What?!

“I don’t understand, Chris. What did I-“

“You didn’t do anything, Alina, I just-I’m your captain, and you’re my officer!”

He’s become somewhat frantic, pushing his hair back repeatedly while looking anywhere but at me. The realisation is beginning to sink in, piece by piece. Surprisingly, something that resembles anger is what rises to the surface.

“I’m going to need a little more than that, Chris.”

He looks back at me and all I can see is the distress in his eyes, “It’s not that I don’t want this, it’s- it can’t happen! Not with our jobs, with our positions!”

I can’t find the words. After everything, Chris feels the same as me (he feels the same), but he’s letting our jobs-

“What are you talking about?!” The anger is showing now, “Our jobs?! Like a captain and an officer have never-it’s not-I don’t…Look, if you want pin this on drunken stupidity, fine, but don’t lie to me!”

Chris’ face goes slack and he leans in until our foreheads are touching and I can his breath on my lips. As much as anger still charges through my veins, I am paralysed by the touch of him. He takes a breath and then another, like he’s trying to find the strength to speak.

“Alina…” Chris says my name like I might disappear. “Never think that I don’t care about you, that I wouldn’t give you the world if I could. It’s just-I have a responsibility to my crew and I can’t let you change that. I can’t put your life above the rest of my crew. If it comes down to saving you or my crew, I can’t-“

The anger drains out of me like it was never there to begin with. A bone-deep weariness is starting to take its place.

“That’s what this is about? Some theoretical future where you have to choose me or them? Chris, please, don’t.”

“I should never have kissed you, as much as I wanted to. I thought I could control myself and then you started talking about stars and us, and…I am so sorry it came to this.” He tucks a strand behind my ear, and the little gesture almost breaks me.

I swallow back whatever is threatening to rise, “Since it seems like I don’t get a say in this-don’t, let me finish-just do one last thing for me.”

“Anything.”

“Kiss me one last time and then walk away. Prove to me that you can leave and not come back because I need you to be sure, Chris. If you go…I won’t sit around, waiting for you to come back. I can’t hold on to you, hoping that one day you’ll choose me.”

Chris pulls back and pushes his palms onto his eyes while shaking his head like he can’t believe this is happening. Every line of tension in his body screams anguish and I don’t get it because Chris is choosing this. I am desperate for him and he is pushing me away.

He places his hand on my cheek and I can’t help but lean into him. “You don’t understand…That’s the problem, Alina. I want to choose you, I will always want to choose you, but I can’t. I just can’t.”

Chris leans in slowly and I close my eyes as our lips touch. I place both hands on his chest while he threads his arms around my waist, gently pulling me flush against him. The kiss is as soft as an echo and as sweet as it is bitter. Inch by inch, my hands climb to intertwine in Chris’ hair and I can feel him shiver slightly against me. I want to remember every second of this, every short moment of Chris being completely mine. But then, too soon, far too soon, he’s pulling back slightly. His hands continue to draw flickering circles along my waist while Chris just studies my face and I wait for him to say that he’s changed his mind, that he can’t leave.

“Maybe in another life.”

Chris leans in to place a gentle, lingering kiss on my forehead, then turns around and walks away.

Just like that.

Just like that, I had held him and lost him, all in the space of a few hours. A feeling of intense loss swiftly crashes over me and I have to cover my mouth to silence the sobs. I lean back and just let the tears fall for a while, let my heart feel this loss. Then, when I finally find the strength, I slowly rise and stand, staring out the stars. Then, as alone as I had started this evening, I steadily walk back to my room.

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i’m always a slut for unnecessary tension. also, DON’T WORRY, THERE’S ANOTHER PART

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kurtty-drabbles · 6 years ago

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Soulmate/lovecraft au(part4?)

N/A: Now, is time for Phoenix to show up.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @sailorstar9 @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336

The revelation of Kitty´s soulmate is not what people were expecting as the existence of the elder gods is not a knowledge many would wish to have, yet, the X-men is looking at IT as IT smiles in a malicious way to everyone(but Kitty) and no one can deny IT´s existence.

“So…Kitty finally meets her soulmate” Rogue speaks terrified of this deity and Logan is wishing Apocalypse was the Soulmate. “Great” she replied with no real conviction and no one is really happy to this new.

“Yes, he was also the asshole” people gasp as Kitty used this word to an elder god “who was stalking me and pretending to be a person to talk with me, but, alas I´ve meet my soulmate” Kitty introduced IT using his “name” “his name is Kurt Wagner aka Nightcrawler and, sorry guys, he´ll stay here”

“Great!” Rogue pretends to be happy and no one can muster such courage to pretend everything is alright. Kitty looks at IT for a long time, this deity knows everything, can do anything and yet, has no idea why Kitty is upset.

Kurt, for his part, is looking at Kitty. No human(or non-human) ever gaze to him in such fashion, not even his heralds and the fact Kitty can do such thing…Is new to him. “Look” Kitty speaks putting her hands on her hips(IT can hear her heart beating loud and the place of a soft smile in his lips. Her heart beats so lovely and it makes her alive, what a lovely combination) “you´re my soulmate, but, if you want this to work” her tone is a bit bossy and Kurt is amused “ you can´t hurt the X-men, my family and no more pretending to be someone. Got it?”

Kurt chuckles, letting his real voice be heard, for a minute, for her and Kitty is indeed his soulmate as his real voice(albeit heard for maybe less than a minute) didn't explode Kitty´s mind nor make her insane. “I swear, Katzchen, I won´t hurt anyone…and I´ll protect you as I know you can be pulled into strange situations” his tail is playing with her hair.

Amused as never before Kurt ever cared for the hair of any woman. For a moment, Kurt thought(and still struggles with this part) if Kitty would like his real form…And this is a thought Kurt prefers to bury for now.

Kitty is not pulling his tail away as Kurt seems fixated on Kitty´s fluffy hair. The woman crosses her arms as IT won´t apologise and still remembering he´s an elder god asked: “Do you know where Scott is?”

Kurt nods and adds absently with a few words “Stupid bird” is his reply and Kitty sighs letting his tail phase out from her fluffy hair, Kurt, for an elder god, didn´t get the hint and is more amused.

Rogue asked to break the ice, asked “so, is anyone else dating a god?” and Hank replies “me and Ororo are soulmate and she´s the goodness of weather” and Logan pipes in “Hercules is a semi-God” and Rogue is pouting “Ok, that rat swamp will be a god now?!”

All members are noticing Scott´s absence and now Logan and Ororo are searching for him worrying for his sake. Kurt is always near Kitty and uses his teleportation to help Kitty, although, his help only stand to Kitty and no one else.

“Where´s Scott?” Kitty asked as Hank is finishing his last call and has a serious face on. “I make some calls and it seems Scott was supposed to meet Alex and his group a month ago, yet, from what I could gather from Alex something took him…a firebird” Hank speaks the last part with a bit of doubt.

“Hank, you don´t believe in Alex´s word?” Ororo asked taking notice of his facial expression and Hank sighs “well, his testament seems too strange, a firebird just take Scott and flies away to space”

Kurt is bemused and Kitty looks at him. “Do you know what´s happening?” and Kurt sighs tiredly and adds “Yes, that stupid bird” and Kitty has no time as their roof is open by a firebird(much to Hank´s surprise) and when the bird land they all could see Scott Summers alive and well and a red hair woman with green eyes.

Kurt looks at the woman with a bitch face. The red hair shares the same expression. “Worm” she speaks to IT and goes to Kitty “I´d feel sorry for you, little one” and then she introduces herself calmly.

“I´m Pheonix, but, if I must have a name…you can all call me Jean Grey and I´m sorry for taking your friend…he´s my soulmate, and unlike a certain god here” Jean looks at Kurt amused “I wasn´t planning on stalking him”

“So, you kidnap your friend?” Ororo asked not liking this new option, however, Scott takes the word and speak normally with Ororo “Ororo, she didn´t kidnap me…it was a big meeting I give that, but, I wanted to go with her…I´m sorry for not having to contact any of the X-men. The was irrelevant up there” Scott points to the sky and Ororo can understand, still, not liking the situation. “Silly man, next time you and your soulmate want to leave warn us…we thought the worse”

Rogue waves her hands in the air “More gods? Ok”

Kurt and Jean make clear they hate each other. Scott and Kitty are fearing for everyone´s lives.

“Katzchen?” Kurt asked once Kitty is back at Dreamlands. The woman and her fluffy hair turn to look at him, no smile, no grimace, only a polite neutral face. “You don´t fear me, so, why you don´t tell me why you´re upset with me?” Kurt has the right mind to not add how many would die to be in her shoes.

“I´m upset about you pretending to be a person…I thought I was losing my mind, I really thought you were a fea and sometimes I thought me and mom were nutcases, and then, you show up and never apologise or understand why I´m upset…how can this work?” Kitty asked now feeling a crestfallen tone dominates her speech, her mind and her heart.

IT always primes himself as being able to understand humans and right now…he´s failing at that.

“I´d that all the time with many people and never cared for their feelings, in fact, I´m evil, Katzchen, I´d not love anyone human or not, and here I´m here with a soulmate…I´m a bit at loss here” IT explains honestly “you have relationships before, you know how to do this…I don´t” and concludes “I´m sorry for that…you are the only person I´m never going to hurt you in any way”

Not the best thing to say, Kitty thought, but he´s an elder god and he´s being honest. And Kitty, looking at him for a moment, saw a tentacle coming from him and starts laughing, it was joyful and Kurt can only ask, “why are you laughing?” and then she cries “why are you crying?”

“We´re so different…how can we make this work?” she asked and Kurt has no answer for this, but, offers his input. “You humans, even your past relationships, often told me that honesty is the key. Honesty and the ability to understand you can´t change someone. No, you can make me a good god in the same way you can´t ever stop being mutant and Jewish, but, we can compromise…I´m new on the love thing, but, I think in a way you´re too…we have that in common” Kitty now offers a weak smile and nods “Yes, we have that too. Ok, then tell me something about you that won´t make my head explode…why you´re called the Dark Pharaoh?” Kitty asked and Kurt smiled proudly. “It was by accident, I was passing down and saw you humans make the pyramids and I was in awe, no, Katzchen, no alien taught humans how to make pyramids…you all did that on yourself”

Kitty nods and makes more questions and in some cases, Kurt gives a rather simplistic answer(one day, she´ll get the big picture, one day he can show his true form)

Jean and Kurt do not need to eat, but, there´s something interesting in watching Scott and Kitty eating even if they insist there´s nothing to see here.

Jean and Kurt do not like each other and seeing Scott and Jean so in love make IT wish to have the same, but, love is new to him and relationships are something he used to scoff at. Phoenix won´t help him in any shape or size and Kurt has no idea what to do.

The Crawling God of chaos hates not knowing what to do.

“Hey, do you eat something else?” a good way to paraphrase if Kurt can eat more than human flesh.

“Uhm, whatever you have I´ll eat” Kurt answers.

“Ok, then, I´ll make more eggs for you” Kitty is now grabbing the eggs and there´s something new and strange on this scene that IT can´t put his finger on.

“Worm, you´re so dumb” Jean speaks and IT was doing a great job in ignoring her. “Bird, you´re so stupid, why you don´t go burn something…you love set the world on fire?”

“And you love to eat it” Jean exclaimed angrily. Scott and Kitty sigh tiredly. It will start again.

“Better eat than let to burn for nothing, hedonist”

“No face!”

“That makes no sense. I have many, many faces”

Another normal day for the X-men. Another normal day for Scott and Kitty and their respective soulmates.

#Soulmate/Lovecraft au #kurtty yet #kurt wagner #scott/jean #I was debating in making her kidnap him but nah #LK has to be the worst one in dealing with love #next part DEATH #kitty pryde #rogue is funny #hank/ororo #Logan/hercules #well is mentioned before

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acetarisborn · 6 years ago

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Trust - Chapter 3

Summary: Roman is gone and the other sides find out and it stresses Virgil the most so Patton tries to help

Pairings: Moxiety

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A thunder woke up Virgil from a nightmare, he was sweating in his bed and looking at every direction, he could have sworn he heard screams and Deceit’s voice again. He waited for any other hint of trouble or alarm, a cry for help, another voice, even something moving. He waited...

but nothing hapened.

Just the sound of rain falling in his window and his own heartbeats

“M-maybe I need some water”

He walked down the stairs to the kitchen and a flashlight to not wake up the others, he took a glass of water out of the cupboard when he heard footsteps, he turned around to see who was it, no one was there

“Patton? Logan? Roman? Is any of you there?”

‘Idiot, who would answer if they’re not them?’ He thought while turning off the flashlight for a second so anyone who was there won’t know where he was.

Then he turned it on again, he grabbed the glass again and filled it with water, after drinking the water he washed it and went up stairs, in his way someone grabbed his arm, he screamed and pointed the flashlight to the person and he saw Patton in his cat onesie screaming too.

“Patton? What the heck?”

“Virgil!?Thank goodness it’s you! I just heard something and I thought you were Deceit”

“Looks like we both were too scared, huh.” A thought suddenly snaped at him and he pointed the light towards him “Wait. How do I know you are not him?”

Patton gasped and pointed a finger at him

“And how do I know you are not him?”

Virgil knew this was a trick Deceit could also use against them, fortunately he knew what to do.

“Fuck, I knew this confusion will happen”

“Language!”

Virgil sighed in relieve knowing the real Patton would say that “Yep, you are the real Pat”

“And I’ll suppose you are the real you. So now that we had things clear, what are you doing here? ”

The anxious side groaned. No lies, they needed to keep it that way to keep Deceit’s power low..

“I...had a nightmare”

“Aw, are you alright kiddo?”

“Yeah, yeah. It was just....just something in my head”

Patton gasped slightly while a thought came to his mind.

“I have an idea. Let’s sleep together!”

Virgil’s eyes widened and he blushed at the sudden offer, thankfully the dark didn’t let Patton see it

“W-w-what?”

“You know, like when Thomas slept in his parents bed when he was younger. Wanna sleep in my room? just so these nightmares won’t become recurent”

Virgil nodded and smiled, it actually sounded like a good idea.

They both went upstairs and into the Moral side’s room, the calming sound of a music box playing steven universe songs made Virgil smile a little

“Do you like it? It helps me sleep sometimes”

Virgil nodded as he felt a warm feeling in his heart, a sense of safety. When Patton looked back at him and smiled Virgil felt his pulse reeling, his face was feeling hotter. Why was this happening? He knew Patton’s room made his feelings stronger but why was he feeling so weird? The mere presence of the cheerful side made him feel so...happy

“Well, you can sleep here, kid” with a clap he made appear a comfy bed with a dark purple sheet

“Actually, I would like to sleep in the same bed, it’s really freaking cold and I.. feel safe witth you. I know, sounds stupid-”

“Of course not! If that makes you feel better then alright”

He clapped again and the bed dissapeared, they covered themselves in the soft bedsheets, Virgil suddenly felt Patton wrap his arms around him and he did the same while the music box was playing the notes of love like you.

“I can turn off the music box if you want”

“Nah, I like this song. This actually feels pretty nice ”

He smiled and closed his eyes, they were feeling heavy and ready to let their minds drift off for hours.

“Good night, Virge”

Neither Virgil or Patton were concious of Virgil’s words

“I love you, Pat”

And they both fell slowly asleep in a long and peaceful night, or at least what they thought it was. The sun rises and Virgil opened his eyes slowly as a hand was slightly shaking him

"Good morning, Virgil!" Patton woke him already in his regular clothes

"Good morning. What time is it?"

"Nine a.m. I'll go make breakfast, I just didn't wanted you to oversleep. Wanna help me cook?" He said as he put his cat hoodie around his shoulders.

"Actually I think I'll take a shower. Those things are relaxing even though we don't need to do it anyway"

"What suits you better, kiddo." The kind side replied "I'll go make some pancakes and french toasts"

Patton got out of the room and Virgil returned to his, in the way he found Roman

"Greetings, Virgil" Weird, he was expecting some ridiculous name.

"Hey, Ro"

"I see you aren't coming from your room, and your messy hair tells me you just woke up. Did something happened last night?" He smiled, knowing what he was doing.

Roman was probably going to bother him with that for days, he sighed and said it anyways

"I just spend the night with Patton, that's all"

"Oh. You know, you two seem to be very close these days. Is there any reason why?" Roman raised an eyebrow and waited for the answer, knowing Virgil was unable to lie now it was the perfect moment. It would have been if Virgil wasn't an expert avoiding questions.

"Quit the interview, tv show host. I need to go" He pushed him a little and continued his way.

"See you at breakfast" He said when he shut the door and entered in the dark but calming room, at least for him.

He went to his bathroom and turned on the shower, he took off his pajamas while waiting for the water to warm up. Then he entered into the shower and let the hot water run through his body, the took some shampoo and massaged his head, thinking in the whole situation

‘How can I protect them?’

‘What is Deceit planning with all this? Show me what I already knew? That he can took even more away from me again? It wouldn’t be a surprise’

While thinking about the sides the image of Patton showed up in his mind, how was he so calmed with this situation? it sure was amazing how after such bad news he still had that beautiful glow in his eyes. He gave him such a feeling of safety, of kindness, like everything became easier just by being by his side.

“He is pretty great” The anxious side said with calm in his voice as he was getting out of the shower with some towels.

When he was ready he went to the kitchen with the others, Patton was making some french toasts for Roman.

“Hey guys, still want some help with those french toasts?”

“Sure kiddo! Maybe I can teach you how to cook later too”

He smiled and nodded in agreement, he was in his way to Patton but Roman appeared out of nowhere in front of Virgil and he jumped

“What the heck Roman!? Rise up next time!”

“Oh, I’m deeply sorry, Virgil. I didn’t mean to scare you”

He sighed and just replied “Whatever, just go sit in the table and wait”

A silence took over the room for a few seconds until Roman speaked

“So, what are we doing today?”

“Well, since June is the month people agreed to celebrate LGBT rights known as Pride Month Thomas wants to make a video about it but last time I checked on him, which was half an hour ago, he seemed to not have any idea of what to do” Logan answered looking directly at Roman “Is something bothering you, Roman?”

He frowned but recovered with an smile immediatly

“Oh! I’m sorry, I just haven’t felt... Creative these days, maybe it’s just a creative block. I promise I’ll be better in no time!”

“I hope so! I don’t want to dissapoint Thomas’s fans!” Patton said worried while flipping the toast with the spatula and adding some extra cinnamon.

“Are you sure it’s just a creative block? Remember what we talked about last night”

“Don’t worry, I am perfectly fine! We shall not let his fans down!” Roman smiled at Virgil, he narrowed his eyes, unsure of believing him

“If you say so...” He replied while mixing the pancake mixture.

After breakfast Roman ran out of the room but Virgil stopped him

“Where a you going?”

“I need to go to the mind palace theatre, to practice my performances, since I love theatre so much”

Logan looked at him again “Suspicious” me muttered

“What was that, Logan?” Roman said with his hand up, about to close it

“Nothing you should worry about, Roman”

“I know Thomas wants to post a video, but I was thinking that we could all do something fun together! Since the whole situation has all of us kinda stressed” Patton suggested

“Excelent idea, Patton! We could watch some disney movies, how about the one with the genie?

“We just watched a movie yesterda- Wait, don’t you mean Alladin?” Logan said while looking at him with a suspicious look

“Yeah, yeah. That one” The creative side said without interest

Logan’s eyes widened as his suspicions were confirmed. Of course he wasn’t going to yell t out of nowhere. They had a plan so the most Logic thing to do was to follow it

“I hate Crofters”

All of them turned back to look at him, most of them confused

“I despise it’s flavor! Right, Roman?” He said almost so loud as his known ‘Falsehood’ phrase

Virgil’s eyes turned to Roman, who was next to him and in less than a second he tthrew himself at him and grabbed his arms to hold him back. Deceit was able to get out of his grasp and took his sword out. Virgil moved away him, When he looked at him his eyes turned yellow which logan also noticed. He went to help but the imposter looked angry at Virgil and ran to him with sword in hand. He was able to dodge the attack and tried to punch him. Logan tried to grab Deceit but he threw him to the wall, then he pushed Virgil to the coffee table which broke, they heard an scream and turned back to see Patton terrified at the fight. Roman’s imposter smirked and ran to him.

“Patton, move!” Logan screamed at him from across the room

Patton was petrified and since he was Thomas’s core of feelings his fear was stronger than the others. Deceit still with Roman’s appearance grabbed Patton’s arms behind his back and pointed the sword across his neck, Patton squealed in fear as he felt the cold iron in his neck. Virgil was able to stand up and ran to him

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Virgil” Deceit laughed while pressing the sword at Patton’s neck, his scaled half being visible now.

“Get away from him” Virgil said with his voice getting deeper with an echo, he clenched his fists, trying to hide the fear

“Or you’ll what? If you come closer It’ll onlly take a single cut and one side less”

Virgil looked at Logan, he put his hand behind his back and made him a sign to go behind Deceit.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked, he only needed to distract him

“To show you, I will make you see the truth”

“You, telling the truth? I hardly believe tha- Now!”

Logan threw him in the ground and Patton stood up and ran to grab the sword and push it to Virgil.

“Let me go, you idiots” Deceit had already turned into himself and struggled to get out.

“Tell us where’s Roman!” Virgil said looking serious at him, he laughed and was able to take his arm out from the other side’s grasp

“You all are going to end up like him, sooner or later”

He snapped his fingers and dissapeared, Logan and Patton fell to the floor and stood up.

“That was unexpected. Has he always been able to do that?”

Virgil was unable to answer, now Roman was gone, Patton almost got killed if that was possible. He knew those screams were real. He could have saved him but he failed as always.

“I-I’m... I’m sorry” He ran to his room. When he closed the door he put a hand in his face, trying to hold his tears in vain, he was furious with himself.

“Virgil?” Logan and Patton said at the same time, Patton went to hug him when Logan opened the door

“I’m sorry. I should have listened to Logan but I couldn’t move. I-I was too scared about Roman, about Logan and you-”

“I’M NOT MAD AT YOU, IDIOT!”

Patton stepped back and Logan’s eyes widened in surprise.

Virgil snapped realizing what he said, he covered his mouth while tears escaped from his eyes

“Oh god, I’m sorry Patton, I didn’t mean it. I’m mad with myself” He turned back to not face Patton’s expression.

“I was wokened by Roman’s screams, Deceit went for him last night and I did nothing to stop him. I am weak, I’m a coward! I-I’m useless!”

“Don’t say that!” Both of them looked at Logan, who had his fists clenched.

“You did what you could. If it wasn’t because of you Patton could have got killed, Roman is gone, but not forever. If that were the case we would feel it, since he is Thomas’s embodiment of creativity”

“Logan is right, don’t blame yourself for this! Deceit is the one causing this, and even if he wants revenge or to prove you something or whatever you are not the one causing this mess!

Patton turned Virgil to him and lifted hs chin to face him, his eyes were red and his eyeshadow had stained his cheeks.

“We need to stand up and face this, together.” He hugged him and Virgil hugged back. The moral side made signs to Logan to join the hug. He walked near him and gave him a few pats on the head.

“I’m sorry, I’m not good at comforting people”

Virgil smiled sadly in Patton’s arms, he wanted to believe that, if Logan was saying it it’s probably the truth.

“Hey, remember when I told you I could teach you how to cook?”

Virgil nodded confused

“How about we teach you now”

“Wouldn’t that be...” He took a vocabulary card again from his pocket

“Hiding all under the rug?”

“No, no!” Patton denied fast “I know this is a huge situation but we can’t let this break us completely, that’s what he wants! We need to stay calm and not let this stop us from being at least a little bit happy”

“You are kind of right, we shoudln’t gave him the satisfaction of see m- us like this”

“Very wel, then. I’ll go set the ingredients ready in the kitchen”

The three sides remaining wakled to the kitchen and set the things ready. Virgil put a urple apron and Patton his while Logan found illogical to use it since they could make their clothes be clean by just the thought of it.

“Alright, first we’ll start making the dough”

Patton explaned all to the sides while the two put the ingredients into the bowl.

After some time they were already giving them form. Virgil put some flour in the counter to start kneading the dough with the rolling pin. He looked at Patton, smilng brightly while doing the same. Did he frgot what he had been through like just half an hour ago?

“Patton, are you okay?”

He turned to look at him confused

“What do you mean?”

“You almost got your throat cut by a freaking sword a while ago! How can you smile?”

“Oh, that..” His expression turned sad and he took off his glasses to cean them with his apron

“Well, kiddo. I am still processing that and sure it was scary! But do you know why they say happy people are the best?”

“No? I actually haven’t heard someone say that”

“Anyway. Bright people are important. And it’a because being kind is being strong. It’s hard to keep an smile all the time and comfort others. I sometimes would like to be the one being comforted, you know?”

“Patton, I’m sorry for being such a coward”

“Are you kidding me?! You are that person that comforts me too!” Patton said while grabbing some dough

“You always tell us the truth, sometimes in some scary ways like all the things that could go wrong but you are still sincere. Also you just want to protect us, you are great, Virgil”

He smiled at him but suddenly his face was covered in flour. He cleaned his eyes to see who did it to see Patton giggling. Hesmirked and put his hand inside the flour bag, he threw it at Patton who stopped laughing and coughed some of it. He looked serious as the anxious side

“Um, Patton?” He asked nervous

“Flour war!”

They started to throw the flour at each other around the entire place, laughing and dodgning. Logan put the cookies in the oven and got in the middle with his arms crossed

“Stop wasting flo-” He got cut by flour in his face. The two sides gasped and a silence filled the room. He took off his glasses and cleaned them with a serious expression.

“You two are a mess” he simled slightly, grabbed dough and threw it to Virgil.

“Oh, it’s on, nerd!” They continued until the cookies were ready. They ended the day eating them with some milk and watching tv with a blanket covering them

“Thanks guys, I needed this”

“I must admit this was quite adecuate to reduce our stress levels” Logan added before taking a sip of milk.

“We will take Roman back guys, I promise” Patton smiled and they all continued watching the tv.

I’m so sorry I posted this so late but I was in my mid term exams and I had some issues at home so I took too long. Anyways, I hope you liked it!

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#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sander sides fanfic #I'm actually thinking of changing the name #logan sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #deceit sanders #Sanders Sides Trust Fanfic

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hardwarevent · 3 years ago

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2022 Resolutions

Well hello again! Looks like this has now become a new year's resolution blog for a now-30 year old dude. I'm typing this on my phone from the guest bed in my mom's house, with my girlfriend hanging out here with me. This year has been... a year! Boy howdy. I mean, it's actually gone somewhat smoothly for me all things considered, but things have been getting pretty tumultuous in the US from a political and economic perspective. There's this thing where like, 30% of the country believes that the current president is illegitimate (factually false), and the states whose constitutents mostly believe that are pushing through laws to restrict voting and maybe even change who gets elected to office if they disagree with who it is? Very scary stuff! It might end up getting nasty, and may end up with some real fascist stuff happening very soon. I think the fault is kind of at a structural level with, like just how the country is set up, so I'm thinking about maybe moving away from the US sometime soon. But yeah, They're really ramping up the general ambient difficulty of life in general all around, except if you are rich and white.

Speaking of rich and white, my company went through a public offering this year! I now have more money than I actively know what to do with, and given some stock logistics, as long as I stick around at my job for another 6 months or so and the stock price remains around where it is at now, I would have enough money to sort of just retire, and live off of the ambient income that is gotten from the invested money. The amount of money made from that would be a level that would be comfortable anywhere in the world (except maybe the center of really big cities). This has opened up some very personal, existential questions about what exactly I am doing here on this earth. It's a pretty common exercise where people ask "If money weren't a thing, what would you be doing with your life?" And it is a useful exercise, but people might hide behind the hypotheticalness of the whole question and might not really believe their answer, because the likelihood of them retiring would either be far away or just straight-up nonexistant. However, for me, not only is it a non-hypothetical question, it is one that I've been actively asking myself and pondering like a beautiful orb. The time where I will have what the biz calls "fuck you money" and the opportunity to do what I've always wanted to do, whatever that is, has almost arrived. And what is that? Well, I still don't know. However! I have inklings, pieces of a puzzle I still haven't sorted out yet. I would very much like to travel (but might not be able to freely, thanks COVID). I would like to, at some point, get married and have kids. I have a bucket list that, given the amount of money I have, I should just be able to kind of just knock out given a few months of leisure time (which is doable). I have ideas of how this pieces might go together or flow into each other. But that's pretty much it. Well, maybe this is where new years resolutions will come in! I didn't actually set any last year, so I'll take the opportunity to now.

- get down to a healthy weight: this will involve a routine and diet, most likely. My weight has continued to balloon up to the 185 to even 190 range, which is baaaaad. Under 170 is ideal, but 160 is my goal.

- travel as much as I can: i wanna be creative with it! I want to see so many places I've never been, stamp up my passport, all that jazz.

- Read some books: I got lots of books, books are fun, let's read them instead of sitting on my ass and zoning out after work! I also want to keep a list of finished books.

- Learn more Polish: Hard to quantify, but I'd like to get semi-conversationally good. Maybe there's standardized tests I could look at.

- Pick out an instrument and practice it: I like guitar, I like piano, I'd even count FL studio knowledge, or music theory class.

I think asking for more is pushing it in terms of feasibility, so let's stick with this. I think that, through pursuing these goals, I will help that big "what would I do if money wasn't an object" question. But that's all I got for now. So, to all of the people (who may or may not exist) reading this, I wish you a happy, healthy new year, and may all your wishes (and resolutions) come true.

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shyinadarkplace · 3 years ago

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Original Story Tidbit

So this is a tidbit from a story that I am writing and I thought I would share. Please let me know what you all think .

No permission is given to reproduce my work in anyway .

TW: mentions of death, suicide, and self harm. Please if you need help with any of these things you can reach out to me, I would be glad to talk with you. I can also pass on tons of free resources to get help.

“Tauri baby I know you are …” Ronan stopped speaking at the look Taurean gave him.

“Ro , just let her be. She needs to do this. Come help me in the kitchen so we can eat.” Drogon's voice soothed Taureans raw nerves, and held the gentle compulsion of an Alpha. For a moment Ronan looked torn between listening to him and fighting the compulsion to make Taurean listen, but he just sighed and followed Drogon.

Taurean sat on the edge of her favorite chair, she chewed her lip in worry then sent a text hoping beyond hope that her favorite fea would actually show up, or even answer.

Hey Ry !

I miss you!

Was hoping you would come over for take out night. We are getting everything ready just about to place all the orders. Watch some movies. What do you say? Ryth looked over at her phone , in all honesty she didn’t want to answer the text but she knew she had to otherwise Taurean and her guys would come over. As much as she loved all of them she just couldn’t handle it. Even though she knew she should force herself to socialize with people who loved her, she just felt so empty. She just needed more time.

Hey Teddy Bear.

I miss you too.

I’m...I’m not ready for all that. I’m sorry I can’t.

Ry, I know how much you are hurting. You need to get out of the house though. Even if its just for a few minutes. Come on...please.

A bitter laugh fell from Ryth’s lips, before she replied.

I’m sorry T, but you don’t know.

Not being bitter here, but you have your true mate and another bond forming.

Mine was ripped from me, you will NEVER comprehend what this feels like.

And I pray that you never, ever do.

I just need more time. I did go on a walk earlier.

Taurean closed her eyes. Ryth was right; she didn’t know what it felt like to lose her true mate. Just the thought made her heart clench painfully. A walk was something. Taurean hated that she couldn’t really help but accepted that despite their relationship this time she wasn’t the right person for the job. Maybe she could call Taijiro and have him go over to try and coax Ryth out for just a little while. Or maybe Loki? Though she wasn’t entirely sure how to do that. Taurean decided to order Ryth a pizza and take it over to her.

*sigh* You are so stubborn. I will bring you over a pizza later. Make sure you eat.

You know I am here for you. And more than just me, the guys are here too, your mom and dad too. We all love you.

If you feel the need to hurt yourself please talk to me and let me help.

Thanks. I will eat it. I know you guys are.

Just need the alone time.

I will, I promise Tauri.

Love you.

Taurean kept her phone close after assuring Ryth that she loved her too. Taurean felt a little better knowing that at the very least Ryths home was well protected. It’s not like she could make the mourning process happen any faster. She texted Tiajiro and asked him to maybe go check on her. He agreed.

Zed knelt at Loki’s altar, more drunk then he had ever been and almost completely naked save for a loin cloth. He was broken. He was tired. He was done trying. He could feel it in his bones that if he tried to kill himself now it would finally fucking work. On the altar he placed a series of thick envelopes, his goodbyes. More importantly explanations, these beings whose faces he never saw had taken everything from him. Everything that he loved. His birth mother. His true mate before he was even old enough to know her for what she was. Then His adopted mother and siblings. The only woman he had ever truly loved. He had been beaten, tortured, his mind fucked and mangled. He was so fucking tired. So he prayed, to the only god who has ever bothered to give a damn. The only one who had bothered to help .

Zed took a deep breath. His forehead resting against the edge of the altar, tears blurring his vision falling unchecked. Numbly he gripped his hunting knife and held out his right forearm. Deftly he dug the blade in and slashed downward savagely. Quickly he repeated the process on his left arm. Zed watched the blood pour from him and sobbed. Releasing choked and broken noises chest heaving.

Loki heard screaming, a tormented yell. The token for Ryths altar glowed a slight red. Odd Ryth and her mother never left blood...realization hit him the only other person to use that altar was Zed. Loki cursed standing before the mirror image of the altar. Saw a poor and broken boy open his veins, saw the thick letters, then he heard the prayer. Many thought Loki cold and cruel, but he was far from it, so hearing these words and seeing these images made his heart ache.

“Loki...Loki...th-this is it. *sob, slight chuckle* I I can finally escape. I am sorry I bled on your altar. I am so tired. Why would my father do this to me? Why would he help those bastards? I guess it doesn’t matter now...Nothing matters now. I lost them all Loki....my mother. fUCK she didn’t even know how messed up my father was and then after she had taken such good care of me .... he he KILLED her. But you already know that from before . *sigh, sobbing hard* Tuari, oh fuck she is gonna hate me...for awhile I think she will come around ...she will know that every word is true because the paper, ink, and pen are imbued with truth spells I couldn’t lie there if I wanted to. Ryth will too, though she probably won’t care really. I am glad Tauri has her mates. I know they will take good care of her. Keept her out of too much trouble. Loki...you know Ryth has the most beautiful eyes right ? I love her . I love her so fucking much. I loved her the second I saw her. *chuckles sadly* Her hair was so long it brushed the ground. *brings up the image in his mind* Her eyes were shining like green opals at least But she will never forgive me. Never. I will never see any of her smiles. She has so many, but they all, they all take my breath away. *gently touches the faded half formed mating mark just above his heart crying harder* Loki please take care of her. Please, I know you care for her and love her too, so please take care her. D-don’t ...fuck its getting dark...so tired *laughs broken sobbing* D-don’t let her cut off her hair for Eric...uhhh I know a secret way to bring him back from...from the ashes...its its in my letter….please help her . I wonder if my mark is still on the inside of her ankle ? I thought I saw it when we first saw each other again. *heart skips a beat slowing darkness taking over* Hey loki can I ...can I go with Hel I just want peace. Please. Please take care of her...pl...ease… take care...of her. *falls over passed out*”

Loki appears at the altar. With a wave of his hand he stops the bleeding healing the wound, placing the poor boy in deep healing sleep. Gently he lifted Zed and took him to the back of the cave and summoned a soft, comfortable bed, laying him down. As he covered him with a thick, soft blanket Loki was thankful he had free time, though he was loath, feeling that once again he would have to put his claiming of his little changeling. Or he thought to himself perhaps not, perhaps his claiming would benefit all involved. Making a decision he placed food, drink and a note for Zed before placing strong concealments and protections around him before going back to the altar to retrieve the letters and clean away the blood. After securing the letters away to retrieve later he returned to Asgard there were a few more things he had to finish and not long to finish them. He knew that it had been almost a month since Eric’s death but Loki still felt the effects of Ryths scream. Hell everything with the breath of life had felt the echoes of her agony when the mating bond between her and Eric shattered. Just thinking about it made his heart hurt all over again. He had to hurry.

Meanwhile Ryth wandered aimlessly out in her gardens. She summoned what she called shadow memories. They were memories that places and people shared. She could view all the memories of her and Eric since he began building here. So she did. As she watched it all kind of played in fast forward, at the same time overlapping. She watched him building the house and planting the gardens. She smiled and laughed at all their antics. Looked on longingly at every time they had mad love out here under the stars. She shuffled inside tears once again rolling down her face, and watched everything on the inside. All the times they had cooked dinner together, had their friends over, danced through the whole house singing and laughing. Every time the depression hit, and how Eric took care of her. Finally came the last time they had actually seen each other. Rhythm gripped the choker around her neck using it to try and ground herself. She watched their fight. It tore her apart. She collapsed in her chair muffling her agonizing scream with a pillow as she watched and cried. How many times had she watched that night? One hundred, two hundred times? It didn’t matter, Ryth screamed until she lost her voice and cried till she dry heaved, before she finally fell asleep curled in her chair, still clutching at her necklace.

Loki heard Ryth wail at the loss of her love. Felt her clutching at the necklace he had given her many years ago. He stood under the light of the full moon and admired the home that Eric had built her. He could feel the love and care that went into every brick and board. All the care that had been given during tilling and tending. Ryth had done well with him. Loki’s long hair stood almost on end for a moment while all the protections around the house examined him trying to determine if he was a danger or not. After a moment his hair dropped and he smiled at having been able to witness the strength of his little changeling, then continued into the house. For a moment he simply watched as Ryth slept .

Ryth woke suddenly, her knives flying from her hands before her thoughts could even fully form. They embedded themselves on either side of Loki’s head. To which he cocked an eyebrow. “Is that really how you would welcome me little changeling?” he said softly, gently. He waited, as Ryth rubbed her eyes and rose from her chair, another knife in her hand she stalked forward. Loki leaned against the door frame, hands in the deep pockets of his trousers. She was certainly a sight. Her long hair unkempt, bedraggled and slightly greasy. Her eyes were vacant and rimmed red almost raw from crying. She wore an oversized shirt and little if anything else. Oh she was firey, good. Ryth snarls showing her needle sharp fangs (all fea had sharper than average canines on the top and bottom) “You aren’t really here.” her voice was hardly a whisper as she had screamed it away for the most part. “Yes, I am little one. I am here to help you heal. You are mine and I am going to bring you back from the dark pit that you are in.” Ryth dove at Loki, tackling him to the floor knife pressed into his throat. For a moment he was taken by surprise.

#my story #oc Ryth #oc Taurean #oc Drogon #oc Ronan

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