#and the way she reacted to OTS Harry

[crinkle-eyed-boo]

currently reading "own the scars" i just finished chapter 15 where louis and harry just got in a big fight because harry professed to him and louis (totally in love back, i mean even nick knew) was obviously taken aback (i wouldve been too) and they got into it????? and now harry's going to boston?????? this is so complicated, im gonna cry i can feel it.

its so good though. youre talented and i thank god for the happy ending tage

People get SO MAD at me for that chapter, but it’s what needs to happen. (To quote Jeremy Strong, it’s what makes sense dramaturgically!)

One of my pre-readers while I was writing had SUCH a virulent reaction that I actually questioned if I was doing the right thing. I’ll always be grateful to @disgruntledkittenface for being the best beta in the world and telling me to trust my gut there and that I should absolutely not change it ❤️❤️

I hope you enjoy the rest of BOTH Harry and Louis’ journeys in this story. They both still have some growing to do!! I promise it’s worth it.

[kudosmyhero]

The Amazing Spider-Man (vol. 1) #55: Doc Ock Wins!

Read Date: January 11, 2023 Cover Date: December 1967 ● Writer: Stan Lee ● Penciler: John Romita ● Inker: Mike Esposito ● Colorist: {uncredited} ● Letterer: Sam Rosen ● Editor: Stan Lee ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● great cover ● Spider-Man is on a tear to find Dr. Octopus ● can't find him, so he goes to check on Aunt May ● nullifier moved to Tony Stark's factory, where apparently the military decided it can be best protected ● Col. Jameson is briefing a room about it, but inside is a spy for Doc Ock ● they haven't even boarded up that wall yet? ● Doc Ock attacks nullifier convoy by leaping out of a manhole ● Harry doesn't like 3 a.m. phone calls (who does?)

● Spidey and Ock battle it out at Stark Enterprises ● Ock uses nullifier on Spidey and Spidey loses his memories ● 👏👏👏

Synopsis: After Doctor Octopus caused his Aunt May to pass out, Spider-Man is now out for blood. He tears his way into one of the hideouts that Octopus set up when he was operating as he Mater Planner. He finds Octavius' minions, but not his foe. As Spider-Man dispatches the thugs, Doctor Octopus appears on a monitor and mocks Spider-Man. He tells the wall-crawler that he will never catch him and that he is about to stage the crime of the century before terminating communication. Furious, Spider-Man wrecks the equipment in the headquarters before departing. He decides to check the Master Planner's underwater headquarters but discovers that it is still flooded, another dead end. With no other leads, Spider-Man decides to return home and check on Aunt May.

Meanwhile, John Jameson is having a secret meeting to discuss the security procautions being taken to ensure the transport of the nullifier isn't interrupted. When the officials ask about Spider-Man and Doctor Octopus trying to steal it, John assures them that Spider-Man is not the enemy, despite what his father's newspaper says about the wall-crawler. As he goes over the transport route, he is unaware that one of Otto's minions is in the room, having gained access to the meeting through false credentials. By this time, Peter Parker has arrived at the home that his Aunt May shares with Anna Watson. There he is happy to see that she is doing better, although she is troubled about the damage done to the house. When Peter blames it on Doctor Octopus, his aunt still thinks that Octavius is innocent and only reacted that way due to Spider-Man attacking him. He is then visited by both Mary Jane and Gwen Stacy who have come to see how Peter's aunt is doing, and to look at the damage done to the house. Peter worries that the insurance will not be able to cover the repair work.

Back at his hideout, Doctor Octopus is given the route the military will be taking the nullifier through the city. Using a fake repair truck, Doctor Octopus and his minions speed off to steal the nullifier. As the escorted military truck is heading along its route, it happens upon some work being done on electrical cables below the street. As they slow down to pass the caution ropes, Doctor Octopus uses one of his tentacles to attack from the manhole he is hiding in. With his attack covered by smoke grenades, Doctor Octopus incapacitates all the vehicles and manages to steal the nullifier and escape. Otto orders his men to head for a munitions factory owned by Tony Stark, the first place he wants to test out the nullifier. Soon, J. Jonah Jameson arrives on the scene with Joe Robertson and Ned Leeds. Jonah pumps his son to find out if Spider-Man was involved, but there is no evidence to this fact. Jameson then tries to call Peter Parker to come down and take photos. His phone call is answered by Harry Osborn, who is upset at being woken up at 3 AM and angrily hangs up.

When Spider-Man happens upon the scene, he sees that he was too late to stop Doctor Octopus. However, knowing his long time foe, he correctly deduces that Otto would use the Nullifier on the Stark Industries factory. Unafraid of interference from Iron Man, Doctor Octopus uses the Nullifier to incapacitate the guards that are at the front gates. He then increases the power of the device, rendering the factory inert. It's then that Spider-Man arrives on the scene, and begins fighting with Octavius. When the wall-crawler begins gaining the upper hand, Doctor Octopus uses the Nullifier on his foe. The device stuns Spider-Man, and when he recovers, Doctor Octopus is surprised to see that his enemy has been stricken by amnesia. Deciding to take advantage of this new development, Doctor Octopus convinces the disorientated hero that they are allies. No longer remembering who he is, the confused hero decides to believe Otto, believing that he has no other choice.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Amazing_Spider-Man_Vol_1_55)

Fan Art: Fanart: Doctor Octopus by Kato-Regama

Accompanying Podcast: ● Swinging Through Spider-Man - episode 55

● Let's Read Spider-Man - episode 34

[getawayferrari]

TIKTOK STARS

WARNINGS may have foul language & fluff

DESCRIPTION f!reader convinces harry to do a tiktok with her

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ever since your tiktok account was discovered, you started gaining thousands of followers in little to no time. you started getting tagged in videos about you or your boyfriend. in general, people were quite nice to you on the app, you were even getting ‘simped’ for.

you were currently trying to film one of the new dances you learned in quarantine. harry was watching you on the side, standing out of the camera’s view.

you groaned loudly as you messed up yet again. you grabbed your phone, setting the timer on and repeating the dance. harry’s eyes never parted you as he watched your every move. you finally managed to successfully dance out the whole 15 seconds dance.

“y’know you repeated this dance so many times, i might know it now too.” harry said causing you to roll your eyes as you examined the video before writing a short caption and posting it.

you went over to sit next to harry on the couch and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, giving you a slight kiss on the top of your head. you layed together in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, before you took your phone once again, opening tiktok.

your started to look through the comments on your recent video as you found them hilarious.

user: that was cool y/n ✨🧚🏻‍♀️🥰🌸 now show us harry

user: the only person to ever simp for

user: make a tiktok with harry

user: god really has favorites😤

user: i’d kill to be her

user: y/n is so lucky to have harry ‏‏‎ ‎ user: you mean harry is lucky to have y/n

user: DO I SEE HARRY IN THE WINDOW REFLECTION??!?!?

user: y/n we are so starved of harry content, give us some queen😔😔

you laughed at how funny your supporters were.

“what’s so funny, love?” harry asked, so that you can show him what you were laughing at.

“i’d love to tell ya, but first, your fans are begging me to make a tiktok with you. they miss you.” you told him. “and since they have crowned me the queen of giving them content, i’d like if you’d make a tiktok with me, for the fans.”

“let’s do it.” harry instantly agreed to your proposition, making you confused.

“wait, really?” you asked wide eyed, not being able to believe your ears. harry was a hard person to convince to do anything social media related as he was a very private person and he liked to keep it that way.

“yeah, sure. why not? i also, wouldn’t like the fans to ‘uncrown’ you from being content queen.” he said putting air quotes on the word ‘uncrown’.

you squealed. “oh my god! thank you!” you exclaimed and threw your arms around his neck, surprising him with multiple kisses all over his face.

“well, if you’re going to this everytime, i might just start making more tiktoks with ya.” he said cockily and you rolled your eyes playfully at him.

you picked up your phone, looking for a sound you had heard a couple of days ago. it took you around a minute to find it.

“okay, so, i just need ya to stand next to me and react to the sound.” you explained to your boyfriend, who just nodded.

you put the timer on and watched as it counted down, until the sound finally started. “the girs wanna play with... harry styles!” you lipsynced to the sound and then a funny remix of the sign of the times started to play.

harry facepalmed himself but he still couldn’t control his laughter and that made his dimple very evident. you laughed along with him, burying your head into his chest.

the video ended and you went to check it, still laughing. you and harry agreed that it was great. you captioned it ‘i hope i’m still your content queen😌’ before posting it.

in a matter of minutes, the tiktok had blown up and you and harry sat down together to read the comments.

user: SHE IS AWARE THATSHE IS BREAKING THE INTERNET RNJSHSJSH

user: y/n is the superior half in their relationship, i take no criticism

user: IS THIS WHAT THEY MEAN BY BISEXUAL CONFUSION???

user: you did this🥰🧚🏻‍♀️✨ now do it again

user: idk who’s hotter

user: the way she buried her head in his chest🥺🥺

user: Y/N FORCE HARRY TO MAKE A TIKTOK ACCOUNT

user: THEY USED MY AUDIOSSJDGDHD

user: the way i’m so jealous of harry

user: it’s over for all these tiktokers now that my parents are on here

user: look at y/n doing it again and proving that she is THE content queen ‏‏‎ ‎ youruser: i try my best😌 ‏‏‎ ‎ user: ARE YOU KIDDING ME SHE JUST ‏‏‎ ‎ REPLIED OT MENAGSHSGSH

you and harry laughed at all the sweet comments before you turned your phone off. you fixed your body to sit on harry’s lap.

you kissed him passionately before stopping the kiss. “i love you so much.” you told him and you could feel a smile growing on his face.

“and i love you even more than that.” he replied making you smile widely, before he connecting your lips once more.

[khnstllflwr]

Tell Me A Story - khnsllflwr

TW// All payne, no Liam.

"Louis Tomlinson, singer song-writer, ex member of the legendary band, one direction and his long-time girlfriend, model, fashion blogger, and social media influencer, Eleanor Calder just announced their engagement this morning, they said that the awaited wedding would be broadcasted in the 28th of Septem--"

"Tss. The 28th, huh. Really?" Harry tutted before shutting off the telly. He stood up from the couch walked around it, heading to the kitchen. He made himself a cuppa with that ridiculous tea he always liked, not that Harry liked it, but the other one just made him liked it 'more like forced me to like it' he thought. Thoughts came flooding down like the showers that are danish, they were flooding down on Harry while he stares at the brand of tea, before he even indulges into deep memories and start bawling his eyes out, his phone rang, thankfully, it rang.

Fetching his phone by the coffee table, he took a quick glance at the telly then back to his phone, "Gemma❤️" was calling.

"Hey sis, what's up?" Harry answered the call.

"Hey Harold, I was wondering if I can leave Darcy over there, Michal and I are going to a business trip to LA but she doesn't want to go with us, she said she's rather stay with you, is that okay?" Gemma asked, he smiles.

"That's actually really wonderful, I would love to take Darcy in, when are you leaving for LA? When are you going to drop Darcy?" A hint of excitement is running up to Harry's stomach, he always loved kids, and always wished he could have one. He missed his niece although he's in London he didn't get a chance to see Darcy because of work.

"Our flight is actually tonight so is it okay to drop her in later? In the afternoon maybe?"

"Oh that would be really lovely actually, I'll wait for you guys then."

"Are you still in London? Are you in Hampstead?" Harry's smile faded, his shoulders dropped, he hesitated for a bit then answered.

"I-im in Barnet" Harry choked. There's a few seconds of awkward silence before Gemma answered.

"You mean in Royal Drive? Are you in Princess Park?" She asked, bewildered, a bit quietly, or so Harry thought, but it's definitely quieter than before.

"Yes....." Harry answered very quietly.

"Okay then... I'll drop her in later, okay? Love you, take care" a breath of relief for Harry when Gemma answered in her usual tone.

"Love you too sis, take care, tell Darcy I'm excited to see her" Gemma chuckled before answering "okay" and hanging up the phone.

There's a few minutes of silence before he looks around the living room, he arrived there last night, tired, sho he immediately went to sleep but now that he's awake he could fully see the whole manor, the memories, everything, everything and nothing that happened here. All those days and nights that they shared, the fun, the happiness, the sadness, but especially the love.

Harry spent the whole morning looking around the manor and changing what needs to be changed (like there's anything that needs changing), Cleaning what needs to be cleaned (like there's even something to clean), and unpacking the baggage he left last night lying out and about his bedroom floor. Harry is now in the kitchen cooking something very nostalgic, when the doorbell rang, 'it must be them', he thought before taking off his apron, turning off the stove, and skipping to the bloody door.

"Uncle Haz!" Darcy immediately came running off to his uncle's arms when the door opened.

"She missed you a lot" Gemma chuckled, Harry invited them inside.

"Wow your house looks like a castle" Darcy said, amazed.

"Would you like to stay for lunch?" Harry asked while his 5-year-old niece is hanging off his back.

"Oh no we're okay, we need to do something important here before flying to LA" Michal said, Gemma's husband.

"That's a waste then, but its okay" Harry answered while Darcy is playing with his hair.

"Darcy darling, would you mind getting down Uncle Haz's back? Mummy needs to talk to him" Gemma asked her daughter politely, with a little "okay mummy" Harry bends down and Darcy climbs down and goes running for her dad, Gemma pulled Harry to the kitchen.

"Are you okay? I just read the article shortly after you hung up the phone, is everything okay?" Gemma asked in a very elderly sister-y way.

"Never been better" Harry answered and gave her a reassuring smile, actually ot was more of a fake smile than a reassuring one but nonetheless. Gemma noticed, she always notices.

"I know that you probably don't want to talk about it, but I'm worried about you okay? And if you want someone to talk to I'm here, Harry. I'm always here" Gemma gave him a heart warming smile and gave him a hug, a hug that Harry needed the most, he hugs her back and they stood like that for a few seconds until Gemma lets go, it's always the other person who lets go, but Harry, Harry never does.

After talking and reminding for a few minutes Gemma and Michal bade goodbye to Darcy and they both gave her a goodbye kiss to the cheeks.

"What are you making Uncle Haz?" Darcy asked when they're both in the kitchen. Harry smiles sadly and looks down at what he's making.

"Well, this-- this, I'm making Chicken stuffed with Mozzarella wrapped in Parma ham with a side of mash Potatoes" Harry chuckles at what he just said.

"That's a lot of words, but it sounds delicious, is there anyway you can shorten the name?" She asks still looking at Harry dead in the eyes while her hands are cupped to her cheeks.

" I reckon it's actually pretty long," he chuckles, " then let's call it Louis Bleu" he smiles.

After they've finished eating, with Darcy blabbering over and over again that 'Louis Bleu' is now her favourite dish and would ask her mum to make it for her when she's back, they spent the whole day watching cartoons and playing games. They even went to a nearby park and played with the swings, they fetched themselves some chocolate and ice cream in the nearby convenience store on their way back. It was a really nice day.

"Uncle Haz, Can you tell me a story?" Darcy asked when night fell and its bedtime.

"Sure love, what kind of story do you want me to tell?" Harry obliged, fixing her blankets while he sat at the edge of her bed.

"Can you tell me a fairytale story, or even a love story? About a prince and a princess?" She asked, smiling, he looks at her, smiling, but now with the sparkles in his eyes.

"Well, I don't know any love story about a prince and a princess, but I do have a story about a prince and his soulmate, the little one with the cheekbones" thoughts and memories started rushing and filling up his head and his smile gets wider, he does his little fond nose crunch at the memories.

"What's a soulmate?" This little girl asked.

"Its a--," Harry hesitated, "Well-- It's like a bestfriend but more, its that one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else." Harry looks up and spaces out with thoughts in his mind, thoughts that are begging to come back. "It's someone who makes you a better person, no-- actually they dont make you a better person than you than yourself, its because they inspire you," he stops to breath, and he looks down.

"A soulmate is someone who-- who knew you and accepted you and believe in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. And no matter what happen, you'll always love them. Nothing could ever change that." Harry finally finishes, his eyes a bit glassy he feels like he's about to cry but then he felt Darcy's embrace 'she truly is Gemma's daughter' he thought.

"Don't cry uncle Hazza, im sure that soulmates are really beautiful and happy" she says while patting her uncle on the back, Harry chuckles.

"I know love, it really is, now let's go on to the story" Darcy lets go of him and starts to climb to bed again.

"So-- there once was a prince, he was a bit lonely and he's not very confident, he really loves to sing and would love to perform around the world, one day he met this boy in the loo," he chuckles, Darcy does the same, "This boy..... Is the little one with the cheekbones," Harry stops, just to see Darcy's reaction but she didnt react at all, "Aren't you surprised that the prince's soulmate is a boy?" He asked, a bit taken aback.

"Well, no, Mum told me that we can love who ever we want even if it's a boy or a girl" she answered. Harry felt so much happiness he thought he was about to explode but he pulled himself together and continued the story.

"The little one with the cheekbones has magnificent beautiful blue eyes and an attractive smile, the prince fell in love then and there, when they first locked eyes with each other" " After that they've spent a lot of time with each other because they both have the same interests, they wanted to sing and they wanted to travel and perform around the world, they wanted to be free. They both were put in a band or a group with three other boys, the irish princess, the bradford badboy, and leeroy" the nicknames made Darcy laugh out loud, it took a few minutes to calm him down.

"Okay the five of them were very close with each other, they were always together, they were best of friends but the prince-- the prince felt a lot more affection for the little one with the cheekbones, he's his favourite out of the boys. There came a point were he realized he loved the little one, but he was scared to tell him because he might push him away"

Darcy interrupted, "Why would he be scared? If he loves him he should tell him right away right? Because someone might take him away?"

'I know' Harry thought 'but there's some things that people are too afraid to lose that's why they don't say it, That's what I also regret, I didn't tell him sooner.'

"Yes, you should but don't worry. As the the days go by they've become closer and closer together, and the prince fell harder each day, he was really in love with the little one with the cheekbones, little did he know he likes him too" Darcy gave an unholy shriek of excitement, Harry, although startled, gave a smile.

"So one day the prince couldn't take all the love anymore he felt like he was going to burst, so he confessed his love for the boy, and he was surprised to find out that he loves him too, from the first they that they met," Harry game a teary smile, "They decided to live together, in a castle."

"Just like here? Like this house? It really looks like a castle" Darcy asked

'Exactly here, they lived exactly here'

"Yes, just like this one" Harry answered sniffing a little bit.

"So did they live happily ever after?" She asked with excitement, her eyes glistening with curiousity.

"They lived happily, sure, but there were some bad people who wanted them apart, that's why they had to hide their love from others, they were forced to stop interacting with each other when people are around so they do it in secret"

"Why? But they love each other, isn't that enough? They dont have to hide it right?" Darcy asked, a bit teary eyed.

'We do love each other, I also wished we didn't need to hide it' he thought, but he brushed those thoughts away.

"They also didn't want to hide it, but it's their only choice or else the bad people will break them up. So they chose to hide it when their outside so they won't take them apart. They will do anything they say, just so they could stay together."

"Just like soulmates." She said absent-mindedly.

"Yes, just like soulmates. They did everything together, they travelled the world, they performed, they sang, even though they can't show their love to other people, they still show it in little ways like quick glances, secret touches, and cheeky holding hands. They also made their skin like paper, all the things they can't say they write or draw it in their skin, because no one can erase them, it will forever be there." Harry touches his arms full of tattoos.

"Just like yours?" Darcy asked.

"Just like mine. They also have a lot of matching drawings, Do you know what's my favourite of all?" Harry asked, she shakes her head. " The prince has a ship drawn in his left arm," he touches his left arm where the tattoo is located, "and the little one with the cheekbones has a compass that points ships to home drawn in the inside of his right arm, it means that the boy will always be the prince's home away from home" Harry smiles, a little bitterly, with a hint of pain.

"That's really sweet" she says sweetly, butterflies filling her stomach.

"It is, They feel safe around each other's arms and feels happy in the presence of one another. They faced every storm together, and also faced every sunny day together," Harry stops, smiling, staring at nothing, trying to remember everything, all the memories, "and even when they're apart from each other the universe always finds a way for them to meet, to get back at each other's arms. They were soulmates" Harry smiled at Darcy.

"They really fell in love, didn't they?" She asked.

"Yes, yes they did."

"But what happened after? Are they still together now? Did they fight the bad people? Are they gone?" She bombarded him with questions one after the other.

"Well the bad people got into the little one with the cheekbones, so in the end, he let the prince go, but the prince didn't, he never does, he's still holding on. Now the little one with the cheekbones is getting married to a beautiful princess while the prince is left alone but he was happy because he got to meet his soulmate, the little one with the cheekbones." Harry finishes his story, a single tear escaping and rolling down his cheek.

"So the little one with the cheekbones loved the prince after all." She stopped,

"But he let go? Doesn't he love the prince anymore?" She asked sadly. 'I really hope he still loves him, but I believe that he already truly let go, all the prince wants is for the boy to be happy, even if it's not with him'

"No one knows, not even the prince," Harry answered, 'but he's still hoping that maybe the universe will put them back together, if they really are soulmates, or if he just assumed it' Harry whispered audible only to himself.

"But you said that they're soulmates, Im sure the universe will find a way to get them back together right? Even if it takes a long time?" Harry smiled, then nodded.

"Could you tell me their names?" Darcy asked curiously. "The prince's name is Harry and the little one with the cheekbones is named Louis" he answered, Darcy smiled a little sleepily, she pulled the covers up to her chin and said,

"Well, Harry and Louis' love story is the greatest one I've ever heard, even if it didn't end with a happily ever after." Before closing her eyes and falling to sleep.

Harry answered, tears falling down one after the other.

"Yes. Yes, it is."

The end.

A/n: Hey guys! So this is my first ever larry fanfic. I am in no way trying to Disrespect Harry or Louis, I just believed that they fell inlove at some point of their life, even if its just a split second. And I believe that they're love story is the greatest it's actually the only reason I actually believe in love. I wrote this fanfiction because I was bored and the power cut off, so I wrote a story on my notebook it was inspired by 2 Larry edits: 'They fell in love, didn't they?" And 'What are soulmates?' from the og larry editor in youtube her channel is GossipSmile check her out! She's really great. The name Darcy is also inspired by a girl from Tiktok who does POV's and she does Darcy Styles check her out guys! There's the link. Love you all, spread love, TPWK xxx

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

As previously warned, I have a huge number of questions for the fanfic author ask thing. So, here we go: 4, 5, 6, 12, 13, 14, 15, 17, 20, 21, 24, 25, 26, 27, 29, 30, 31, 33, 36, 37 and then, if that wasn’t already enough, and there is anything you want to answer that I haven’t already asked, then pick one of your choosing to answer as well! 💕

Holy crap you weren’t kidding! lol this is gonna be so much fun!

4: What made you start writing fanfiction?

My 3rd grade teacher, Mr. Gula, gave me a challenge to write out my own ending to my favorite movie or TV show. As I was never really one to back down from a challenge, I went home and wrote out my own story about the first Transformers movie and another one about what I would do if I had been in HIgh School Musical. Yeah... needless to say, I was the Hermione of my grade.

5: Favorite pairing?

I know I don’t write for them, but my top is probably either Dee Dee and Frankie from the Beach Blanket Bingo, Bikini Beach, and Muscle Beach type movies or Seaweed and Penn from Hairspray. Something about those types of romance are sort of sweet to me. Guess I’m just an old soul. I also adore Cory and Topanga form Boy Meets World, but I’m mostly here for the older romances.

6: Least favorite pairing?

I’ll probably get flack for all of my answer, but I’m a little bit opinionated about this lol. The way Ginny and Harry’s relationship in the films was, was just confusing and so not what I had expected from them. The books gave them so much more than the movies ever did. The books were way better. Another case I don’t like was Bella and Edward/Renesmee and Jacob from Twilight. I think the other relationships in Twilight were better (Jasper and Alice are so sweet!) and Stephanie Meyer just kinda tossed Bella and Edward and Renesmee and Jacob together in the hope it would work and it just didn’t.

12: What’s the weirdest fic you’ve ever written?

I can’t believe I’m admitting to this.... I used to write full stories about One Direction. I had a full Niall x OC story I posted on a 1D Imagines group on Facebook that got almost 2,000 likes. It was silly, but, my word, it was almost as long as Broken Record. It spanned over the month of October 2014 and I can’t believe it ot the attention it did. It wasn’t all that good, but I guess it was good enough for people to like it, so that’s alright by me lol

13: Weirdest fic you’ve ever read?

I don’t believe it’s on fanfiction anymore, but I remember the basic info on it. It was Make a Wish by FireBladePrime. It was pretty much a girl made a wish on a shooting star and it made her favorite toys come to life as full size humans. I believe she ended up falling in love with one, but I’m pretty sure it just ended up being something that she came up with in her head when she was in a coma due to a car accident. Definitely a weird one, but it was pretty well written as far as memory serves.

14: Do the people in your life know you write fic? How do they feel about it?

Well, quite a bit of my family knows, actually. It started with just my parents, but my dad was always wanting to show off whatever his baby princess did (I was his only biological child, my older siblings were from my mom’s ex-husband). Dad shared with his siblings, mom shared with her siblings and my grandfather. My nieces and nephews know as well, but I believe that’s it. As far as I know, they are all very supportive and have no problem with it. My neice, Lorali, and nephews, Erek and Drake, have read all of my Teen Beach fics and quote things from them daily just to see if I’ll react, but they mostly just like reading them or having me read to them. They’re very loving and supportive of my writing.

15: Favorite fandom to write for?

I don’t know if I could pick one! I love Teen Beach so much, but I also have a certain affinity for writing small oneshots or “x Reader” style stories for Avengers and Harry Potter which can be found here and here. I do share the Harry Potter page with my sister, but she handles reblogging things to our page. Anyway, those would probably be my top fandoms!

17: What is the harshest criticism you’ve ever gotten on a fic?

Holy crap. Okay, I may or may not have repressed this for a long time, but I have more than one that I can’t decide between. The other one was from a girl in my class who stole my writing notebook and read my writing. Fuck you, Ashley She gave it back to me later that day with marker scribbles all over my writing. She said that I was horrible. The next day, I stole the makeup bag she had brought from her mother’s bathroom and buried it on the playground.

I was a good child that believed in getting even. Nobody found out about that btw.

Anyway, the first real criticism I had on a fic was someone who said, “You have no talent and you shouldn’t be writing. It all sucks and you’ll never go anywhere as an author.” I had actually written this down and, when I felt it no longer mattered to me, I burned it. It took me a couple of years to come to the realization that their opinion didn’t matter to me.

 20: What’s your biggest struggle when it comes to writing fic?

Having time to sit down and write, probably. I usually have great ideas, but, in order to write them out and have them come out alright, I would need to sit down and feel it all come together while I write. I need time that I just don’t have most of the time.

21: Your biggest strength?

When I sit down to write, it all just flies out of me. Once i start, I don’t stop until my idea is all out into either m notebook or my computer. I can have a simple idea that somehow spirals into an eight page chunk that I never thought was possible. I like to think of that as my biggest writing strength.

24: What’s your process?

Write out the “backbone plot” (The stuff that has to happen, no matter what)

Decide on characters. Figure out appearance, personality and basic traits. (Sorta like a sim, I guess)

Bounce ideas with whoever will listen/listen to music (Gain ideas and write them in a small notebook)

Wait for inspiration and time to line up accordingly.

Write as much as I can.

Go back into that later on and edit what needs to be there and delete what isn’t necessary.

Publish!

I hope that’s what this means, at least.

25: Of all the fics you’ve written, which is your favorite?

Most definitely Broken Record and Creating a Rift. It was one of my first published stories and I just adore them.

26: Which of your fics is your least favorite?

I don’t even know how to find it anymore, but it was called Life’s a Rollercoaster. It was a Transformers fic that I had written when I was 11. Never finished it bc I lost the login stuff and it, now that I remember it, sucked hard.

27: What’s your most popular fic? Do you think the popularity is warranted, or is there another fic that you think deserves it more?

Any of them really! I love that Broken Record has had almost 10,000 reads, but I don’t believe it. As I go back over it, I wonder how on earth it gained popularity in the first place, but I couldn’t be happier that it did!

29: Which of your fics was the hardest to write?

My book. Probably the Christmas one, tbh. I only feel the pull to write it around the holidays and that kinda sucks lol

30: Favorite fic writers?

You better know you’re number one, girlie! For those who don’t know, Eleanor here is one of my closest internet friends and she’s practically family to me at this point!

As for other authors, I love Ulurnaga’s Primary Mechanisms story (Transformers). I know she hasn’t updated it since 2014, but it was so good that she could’ve left it at multiple parts and it would’ve been fine. I think it has abot 118 chapters to it. I have a few favorites from AutobotGuy710 who does a lot of Transformers stories basing around adoption (helps for my references and also a better understanding of what goes on a bit in adoptions/foster care). On Tumblr, I have a few faves, but not a ton. I like imagine-and-marvel and potterlyimagines fics a lot, but that’s about it at the moment as I haven’t sat down to read fics in a little while.

31: Do you write just for fun, or would you ever consider pursuing writing?

A bit of both, actually. I mostly enjoy writing my fics as a bit of an escape from reality. I enjoy being able to place myself in a world that doesn’t exist and sort of play around a bit. However, I do actually write as a job. I was working for my county newspaper for a while and that spiraled into me writing my first book, Feather Picked. I am currently writing one of the sequels to Feather Picked which takes the focus from my original main character, Melody, and moves it to her best friend, Roxy. I am planning on publishing a total of at least 5 books, the first four being the chronological 4 that take place over the course of a full year, each taking one season. The last one will be a look into the future, hopefully.

My first book can be found here!

33: Fanfiction pet peeves?

Goodness gracious. As someone who loves English classes, when people don’t place paragraphs correctly or spell simple words correctly, it reeeeeeally grinds my nerves. I will still sit through a story if it’s a well plotted story, but, come on people, at least do proper paragraphing!!!

Also, when people spell “definitely” as “defiantly”...... uuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhhhh

36: Which charachter(s) would you never write for?

For this one, I don’t really have much to say.

Probably characters from shows like soap operas or shows that never seem to end. If I can’t grasp the character’s backstory or personality after watching it because it never stops changing whenever it benefits the story or what the writers have planned, I refuse to write for them. 

Mary Sue types like Bella Swan who are merely the damsel in distress  and are only there to play out the author’s wish to be put in some type of scenario where everyone fawns over them constantly (can be applied to male characters as well).

37: Which character is your favorite to write for?

Out of already made characters: Butchy, Lela, Cheech, Evie, Ben, Harry Hook, Bucky Barnes, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood.

Out of my OCs: Mick, Malina, Roxy Madden, Candi DiMaggio

Since you said I could pick one if I wanted, I’m going to pick #40.

40: Imagine yourself 10 years in the future; do you think you’ll still be writing fic?

I think I will be, yes. I don’t think my ideas for movies and books will ever stop. Especially knowing what I have planned after Creating A Rift is done. But... that’s a story for another time, lol

[darklingichor]

Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell Ramble Fest Part 5. *Spoilers*

Day 5: finished it. Okay, lots of things. Rowell's writing is absolutely addictive, I would have finished it faster if it weren't for my job and bills and stuff. Stupid responsiblites keeping me from reading.

I think I'll take each plot thread and follow it to the end.

With Levi, I sort of expected him to be Reagan’s brother, possibly twin (just by the way she reacted to the identical twin thing). Anyway, what college class allows you to read and test on The Outsiders? Can I borrow anyone’s time machine and go take it? I literally (and I actually mean literally) read that book twenty times in a row when I was fifteen. I wrung every bit of context, subtext, and not-even-in-the-text out of it. I felt like I knew Johnny and Ponyboy better than I knew some of my own family members. My best friend and I also took turns reading it out loud to each other (we did this with a lot of books, actually). I could have taken that test in about five minutes and would have been the easiest A I ever got!

Anyway, can I just say that I love the fact that Cath sees audio books as reading? Some people don’t and it annoys me to no end.

So I do like the Cath/Levi pairing, but what is it about romance in fiction? One half of the pairing doesn’t answer texts so the other half makes out with someone else? Does this happen in real life? I’m aro ace, this is completely foreign to me. I mean, I understand the concept of demiromantic and demisexual. Someone you feel connected with makes you want to do the romance or  physical thing with them. But then you wouldn’t just kiss someone else because you didn’t hear from the special someone for a couple of hours, right? How does that connection happen in the brain? Not judging just wondering about something that makes no sense to me, personally.

It was sort of interesting how the relationship progressed. I get why she was so reluctant to really go there. Cath is the embodiment of fool me once, you will not get a twice.

I like that Levi really is a nice guy. Not a guy who plays nice and then expects something because of it. He legitimately felt horrible for the kiss with the other girl.

Also often, in the stuff I watched growing up, the love interest had to "look past" the geeky stuff that the main character liked. It is cool that Levi likes Cath for everything that she is, including the stuff that Wren tries to downplay. Same goes for Cath liking Levi. Niether one of them change to make themselves "better" for the other. That seems more real to me.

I like the slight struggle they had with Reagan being Levi's ex and how they all moved passed it. The only thing I can't figure out of I like is how once the relationship solidified, Cath's anxiety seems to have, if not disappeared, then greatly reduced.

I can't figure out if that's because she had more in the way of support in the form of Wren, Levi, and Reagan, more confidence because of the reactions she got to both forms of her writting, less stress because her dad had more support from her grandmother, and all of the other things that came together for her... Or the "Got boy now, what is mental illness?" Trope.

I would say it's the former because it would make sense, but we spend so much time in Cath's head and see her struggle and overcome, in the little daily battles that are always there even with changes made in the form of healthy coping mechinisms, medication or counseling. And suddenly it just drops away... I don't know, that bugged me.

Speaking of struggles

Arthur’s episode was handled really well, and I’m completely on Cath’s side. Family comes first. I don’t care if they are uncouncious, I wouldn’t be able to consentrate on a final if a close family member were in the hospital and I wasn’t there.

The part of my brain ruled by the anxiety goblin completely agrees with Cath wanting to leave the school. The part of me that is closer related to the turtle than it should be. “This is scary, uncomfortable, painful, ect. Time to hide.”

The more reasonable part sort of agrees with her when she said she didn’t choose the school, Wren did. Why stay at a school that you didn’t want to attend in the first place? I also understand the logic behind wanting to stay home to take care of her dad. Is ot the eighteen year old kid's job to take care of the parent? Not really, but what do you do when someone you love needs help?

The more rational part also says: You have a scholarship? Stay put, kid, loans blow!

During this whole thing? Wren is still a dick. The You and dad are crazy because you let yourselves be crazy argument...

"Got a broken leg? Walk it of wussy!"

Now, is that to say that Cath's way of letting her anxiety cope with her rather than the other way around is right?

No.

But it's a lot more complicated than "Just don't let it bother you." Bitch, if she could do that she wouldn't have anxiety now would she?

I don't know a lot about bipolar but I know enough to say with confidence, that just willing the chemicals in your brain to behave is not going to cut it.

So Wren's alcohol poisoning. Can I say that I loved how it was handled? The writing got around every tired thing that can happen coming out 0f a plot element like that.

Wren and Cath did reconcile, but Cath didn't cut her a lot of slack and was matter of fact about how stupid Wren's behavior had been. Her dad didn't do the whole "I'm just glad you're okay" thing, he laid down the law. One of my favorite lines from Arthur was when he told Wren that she had to go to AA meetings.

"I'm not an alcoholic."

"Good. It's not contagious. You're going to meetings.”

I honestly wouldn't mind a story from Wren's perective over the course of this year. It would be interesting to see her partying, her relationship with her boyfriend and her thought process while she let some of her personality blaze through while hiding others.

After she and Cath make up it becomes clear that she thought that she couldn't go to parties, make new friends, have new experiences and be close with her sister and still openly love nerdy things.

Professor Piper, writing, Laura, and Simon Snow.

I get the feeling that Professor Piper is suppose to be subverting the Mary Sue stereotype. When Cath first starts the class she is in awe of this teacher. Piper is wise, talented and compassionate. She's perfect. So when she first talks down fan ficton, I thought, well if the story were to follow the Mary Sue, Cath would "realize" her folly and abandon Carry On, Simon. I knew that wasn't going to happen.

The more she bad mouths fan fiction, the more she just... Acts like nothing touches her, I thought: She's the Mary Sue... But she's almost the villain (and almost is important here because she doesn't continue down that path). I mean, she can do whatever she wants with her students' grades? What university is this? Professors have to get their grades submitted by a deadline. She couldn't hold Cath's grade just cause she felt like it. She'd have to submit an incomplete and I'm pretty sure that it would have to be made up long before it actually was.

She calls fan fic "Stillborn" as if the only ultimate reason to write is to make a living off of it, that was bitchy. She likely would have been surprised that a good number of her students probably dabble in it, because I haven't met many people who write (post Harry Potter) who didn't read some fanfic, if not write it, and that's just one fandom Yes, it is a wonderful thing to make your living doing something you love,  However, Cath is also right, you can write like some people knit or scrapbook. You can do something you love simply for the love of it.

Further more and most importantly, no writting is "stillborn" you put effort into it, it lives, if only for you.

Now, Cath is trying to not write her final project because she's scared, she's afraid that she doesn't have it in her to do with her own characters what she does so well with Baz and Simon. That doean't mean her reasoning isn't sound, it's just not sound for her.

Nick... I don't have a lot to say about Nick. I knew he was going to end up being a tool, and he was.

Same goes for the Laura thing. I agree with Cath, you don't get to walk out of being a parent and walk back in to be a fair weather friend.

Simon Snow. As a framing device first the "original" books and then Carry On, Simon was very effective. I had a hard time listening to many of them though because of the narration. Don't know why they had the narrator switch when we were in Cath's story.

Having read Carry On before Fangirl, it was interesting to see the differences between the stories. And it simaltiously gave and took away hope for the Anyway the Wind Blows.

That fantastic part where Wren tells Cath that she can't kill off Baz, that she'd always said that Baz deserved a happy ending because of everything canon and all the fics they'd written and read, had put him through.

I thought: That bodes well for Baz in the next one.

But Wren also says that Cath has to give him a happy ending because Gemma T. Leslie never will.

Then I thought: Well shit, that doesn't, does it?

And all of this means nothing, really. Carry On and Wayward Son exist outside both this book and the fictional series...

Gah! This universe is like a Russian nesting doll crossed with a rublix cube!

The little bits we get of Cath's final project were lovely, and yes, painful. Writing something personal is painful but, but cathartic a lot of the time.

I had a lot of emotions reading this book and while I like Carry On more, I think Fangirl is fantasic. Just from the two books I've read, Rainbow Rowell's speciality is to take expectations and expertly either defy them or bring them to fuition in a way that is more satisfying than what the reader might be expecting. This means I might break from my escapist reading trend a bit more often.

[hitchell-mope]

Dizzy (slams down her Alice in wonderland book on Hadie’s coffee table): So you’re telling me my fat speckled rabbit is actually a Bandersnatch?

Hadie: yes.

Dizzy: you’re pulling my leg aren’t you. There’s no way he

Hadie: she.

Dizzy: what?

Hadie: she kid. She. All Bandersnatch are female.

Dizzy: why?

Hadie: the white tyrant only raises female Bandersnatch as her attack dogs. The card guards on the other hand are male. The illusion of toughness but really weak and papery and easy to tear.

Dizzy: wait. Isn’t wonderland supposed to be a utopia. Full of whimsy and wonder and

Hadie: drinks that make you shrink. Food that makes you grow. Flamingos that double as croquet mallets. And a family that has one psychopath each generation. Usually a girl.

Dizzy: that’s a bit sexist.

Hadie: it is. It really is. Nobody knows why it is. My guess is that one day one of them decided to cut off a butterflies wings and then there was no going back

Dizzy: cool

Hadie: you good lady are a freaky little child you know that right

Dizzy: ah ha ha I’m twelve so shut the f

Doug (warningly): Desiree?

Dizzy: ...udge up.

Doug: nice save.

Hadie: I thought so yes (he takes sip of his bourbon)

Wonderland. The tyrants dungeons. Evie is pacing the floor of the cell whereas Harry is just dozing in a corner with his hat over his eyes. Evie takes the hat and hits him with it in his head

Evie: don’t just sit there. Help me escape

Harry (scoffs): why? Uma shall come for me

Evie (badly imitating his accent): for all she knows you were killed instantly.

Harry: Oh now dear me. Look what you’ve been reduced to. Poking fun at at a helpless mans accent.

Evie: well it is very easy to make fun of you

Harry: do you even have a plan. Your magic is blocked. So is mine. My hook and sword were confiscated. You probably rely on magic to get you by. So we, to use common phrasage, are fucked.

Evie:...riot.

Harry: huh

(Evie starts beating him up while screaming “riot” at the top of her lungs. He gives as good as he gets and pretty soon they’re both bloodied messes. Evie’s about to tear a clump if hair from his scalp when Wilhelmina opens the cell door)

Wilhelmina: don’t stop on my account. Please resume killing each other.

(Evie slams Harry’s head down onto the wooden bench splintering it in two)

Evie: on my authority as the queen of witches and wife of the saviour I demand you release me

Wilhelmina: and what of him?

(She gestures to Harry who looks like he’s working out the best way to slash Evie’s throat)

Evie: if I’m to be lucky he shall choke on his own blood. Or his tongue. Blood or tongue. Whichever’s first or second he most painful way to die.

Wilhelmina: ooh that’s a little sadistic. I quite like it. Now give me your arm

Evie: no.

Wilhelmina: will it help if I say please?

Evie: not particularly no.

Wilhelmina: oh for crissakes. Give me. Your arm. Now!

(Reluctantly Evie does so. Wilhelmina removes the cuff)

Evie: now you see. You really shouldn’t have done that

(She sends the white tyrant flying back wards with a bolt of blue electricity then puts the cuff on Harry’s other wrist.)

Harry: what the fuck?

Evie: good bye you whorish dickhead.

(She slams the door shut with magic and disappears in a puff of sapphire blue smoke. Harry shakes the bars screaming in impotent rage)

(Auradon Massachusetts. Jane walks into Hadie’s apartment looking like death warmed up)

Hadie: lemme guess. Good night or bad night?

Jane: my bedroom floor is more uncomfortable then the beds at the convent.

Hadie: ahhh then good night. Up top

Jane: I gave Evangeline my bed. Carlos is in the pull out in the living room. So I slept on my bedroom floor. I finally managed to get some shut eye when she stepped on my throat on the way to the bathroom. I feel like Meredith Grey.

Dizzy: huh?

Hadie: never mind. Well Janey look at it this way. Your doing a good thing.

Jane: yeah when you’re right you’re right.

Hadie: and perhaps you could politely ask a certain landlord that’s smitten with Evangeline to share his apartment with her. Wink wink nudge nudge.

Dizzy: yes! Dad please. Please please please please

(She goes on like this for a minute and a half until Hadie shoves a biscotti in her mouth)

Hadie (deadpan): yeah dad please

Doug: it’s not appropriate.

Hadie: Doug. Honey. Your the saviour of our world. You can indulge your desires.

Dizzy: then I’ll have a mother. And then you’ll finally be off my back long enough for me to steal your entire supply of cognac.

Doug: reasons three to a million and 99 why it can’t happen.

Jane: and reason one and two.

Doug: one. Mrs Channing is a married woman. Two. I am her employer. It would be so inappropriate

Hadie: you’re risking societal suicide just by acknowledging my existence. I highly doubt much would be changed by you getting a leg

Doug: My daughter is in the room

Dizzy: dad. There’s this things called the internet. It has all manner of things that would shock your system if you found out. So I already know what Hadrian’s gonna say

Hadie: and what exactly do you think I was gonna say?

Doug: I too would like to know what you think he was going to say

Jane: oh this should be good

Dizzy: I’m gonna do my homework now

(She leaves the room)

Hadie: now where were we

(La Bete)

Uma: get him back! Get him back now or I swear I’ll...

Hadie: you’ll what? Not cast the curse. Realise the sacrifice of your children were all for naught ack

(Uma’s pulled out his heart. She’s grown tentacles and her eyes a glowing a furious turquoise)

Uma: YOU WILL GET HIM BACK FOR ME.

Hadie (feeling defiant despite the pain): I don’t have to do jackshit for you or my bastard brother ah

(She’s started to squeeze his heart)

Uma: AND I DONT GIVE SHIT ABOUT YOU OR YOUR DEGENERATE SISTER. I WONT REST UNTIL I HAVE WIPED YOU HER AND HER FOLLOWERS OFF THE FACE OF THIS EARTH. I DONT CARE HOW MANY LIVES I RUIN. HOW MANY MAGICAL GNATS DROP DOWN DEAD.

Dizzy: put his heart back

Hadie: Dizzy you don’t need to do this.

Dizzy: oh but I want to. I read the inscription on this thing. Whoever wields it must be listened to. Well I’m wielding it so Uma had better fucking listen.

(Uma sends a tentacle to the girls throat. Before Doug has time to react Dizzy’s already cut the aquatic limb off. Uma squeals in pain, drops Hadie’s heart and falls to her knees)

Uma: I’d sooner bow to that (she gestured to Mal who’s looking extraordinarily guilty)

Dizzy: in that case. Are you ready to lose the other one?

(Wonderland)

(Harry’s pacing in his cell. Wilhelmina’s unconscious form lying in front of him. He gets angrier and angrier. Bright blood red flames dance under his skin)

(Elsewhere. Evie’s run into a room of mirrors. In the middle of the room sits very graceful lady. A few years older then her dressed in pirates clothing)

The lady: oh thank goodness little brother. I thought you’d gotten lost and you are not Harry

Evie: I count myself lucky every day for that. Now. Who the fuck are you?

Lady: who the fuck are you?

Evie: I asked you first. And seeing as I’m the queen of witches and you’re nothing but a disgusting no account pirate I outrank you.

Lady: very well then. My name is Harriet. Sister to Harry and CJ. Eldest daughter of the late James. Captain of the Braveheart. Now. Where is my brother. Tell me now or I shall have to slit you from stem to stern. And this is a new sword one of my husbands gifted it to me on our second anniversary So is hate to dirty it with blood from a common witch. I’m saving it for a dragon. After all. Witches are small fish. Now. Where. Is. My. Brother?

[k-laconia-bug1]

I love it

I feel like Jaskier would find out in such a weird way not even I haven't aged in the decades I've known Geralt

But in the that totally should have killed me way

Witchers all around just coming to Lettenhove

Jaskier talks Yennifer and some witches making a permanently open portal between lettenhove and kear morhen

Jaskier brings up the idea of adoption to Yennifer and offers her a job at being put in charge of the orphanage

Lettenhove most likely being having a spell that makes the. Unnoticed like the fannon notice me not charms in Harry potter

Jaskier notices whenever a baby won't stop crying and they tried everything that the baby's will stop if their being held by a witcher

He just grabs his chest with teary eyes whispering "to cute to cute to adorable"

The witchers freaking out but also the pride they would feel

Lettenhove gathering so many people that it has to magically expanded to the point where ots basically a small kingdom

Jaskiers sisters attaching themselves to a witcher cause someone needs to help them with their emotional needs

Theirs that one grandmother in the Lettenhove that threatens a witcher to bend them over their knee if she hears them say one more bad word about themselves

Ciri loving being called big sister the kids

And absolutely adoring Jaskiers siblings

Vesemir somehow dragged into grandma gossip group and has no idea how it happened

Eskel being handed candies by the old lady's with a pinch on the cheek

Some farmers and Gardners banded together to build a greenhouse for witchers ingredients

Farmers being gifted new seeds of different fruits/Vegetables when ever a witcher, Jaskier, or witches and mages come back from a journey

Witchers are being gifted supplies to completely fix up their keep

The kids just cuddle attack Lambert he doesn't know how to react but he loves it

Jaskier ropes Geralt and another witcher willing into teaching self defense to the villagers

The kids would totally hang on Geralts arms and one them managed to sit on his shoulders and Geralt does not know why that kid is so happy from just sitting on his shoulder

Jaskier mom is just so happy about everything along with his dad

Jaskier and his sisters making good soaps and oils for the witchers

Jaskier parents just decided that basically any Mage witch or witcher seems to have parental trauma to some degree that they have just let local grandparents and parents know they hey these guys need some extra love and care

They assign people to them for emotional support

Lettenhove being known for having the best orphanage and best adoption rate

There's not a day that anyone in Lettenhove goes hungry

And any new comers are just amazed at the place and how well the villagers talk of their noble family

Imagine Jaskier who was a knowledge sponge

And because of that he always had extra time growing up and grow bored easily so he started to babysit the kids in his village

He spent hours at the orphanage and tended to donate most of his allowance there and his parents encouraged it happy that there child was growing up into kind a person

Jaskier learnt medicine when his younger siblings fell ill refused to let anyone take care of them besides a doctor playing any and all instruments for his family and children

Then Jaskier went to oxenfurt and he went volunteered at their orphanage

And then Jaskier meets Geralt and he immediately falls in love with him

And it takes Geralt within a year to do the same

He watches as Jaskier turns everyone's feelings about witchers around with his songs and telling children the real story

Geralt sees how kids come up to him with zero fear all because of Jaskier

One winter instead of witchers going to kear morhen they go to Jaskiers home

And the first thing they see is Jaskier handing out heavy blankets he made by hand to the orphanage and new families preparing for winter

They see how Lettenhove is a safe haven for any creature

And Geralt just falling more inlove with Jaskier watching as he does these things

He watches as kids run up calling Jaskier Big brother or Uncle J

Ciri just having the time of her life spending time with Jaskier sisters and kids in lettenhove

Witchers seeing a glimpse of life without smelling a single ounce of fear or hate or anger

Jaskier family just adopting all of the witchers and Ciri

[harry-writings]

The Monster in Me

- Part 2 of the one where he’s dangerous, but not around you

Part 1

Masterlist linked in bio

Two months after Harry’s violent encounter with Niall, Y/n and Harry have been working on Harry’s temper. 

It wasn’t going so well—still coming home with bloody hands, cut knuckles, and covered in the remaining sweat. He was growing more frustrated with himself as time went on. He’s tried desperately to walk away from a situation that fucked up his temper, but right as he’d walk away, every part of his body would go into fury and all he did from then on seemed out of his control. 

Y/n was always disappointed, but always stayed with him and defended him in any way that she could. She had never given up on him, not even for a second.

“You’re the sweetest man I know” she’d always say, with his favorite smile on her, “I’ll always love you. You just have to get through this.”

And oh, how badly did he want to. Not even just for Y/n, but for himself.

“Just a bit more scotch” Harry grumbles to the bartender, sliding his glass toward him.

He hasn’t been drinking much because he knows what alcohol does to him in abundance. But for the past three days, Y/n had been spending a few days with her sister—which ultimately lead him to a local bar with the guys. 

And as much as he wants to be enjoying his time, he wants nothing more than to be left alone. It’s been a particularly hard week for him and being surrounded by people he certainly didn’t want to have stand in his way isn’t making it any better. 

He sips on his drink as the boys mingle mindlessly and drunkenly.. Harry scoffs lightly, quickly diverting his attention to the vibrating phone in his back pocket. Quickly sliding it out, he sees Y/n’s name. 

Just left. See you soon! 

He smiles, immediately texting back saying that he’ll be waiting for her at home.

It had only been three days without Y/n, but he misses her terribly. He’d spent nearly everyday comforted in her company for two years. He misses how he is with her—so delicate and true. She’s the only person to bring that out of him, how could he not miss that? 

Harry is about to give his farewells until Liam stooped him while grabbing his jacket.

“Harry? Harry!” Liam says, pushing onto his shoulder.

Harry shakes his head slightly, “Uh- yeah? Yeah? What’s up?”

“Isn’t that Y/n’s ex?”

Harry’s head snaps to where Liam is pointing. He already feels his fingers clench to fists and his jaw becoming tense.

Hell no, not him. Harry’s supposed to be getting better—he’s supposed to be making an effort to help himself. He hasn’t been doing that well, but he hasn’t fought since Y/n left and he wanted it to stay that way. 

But he has to. Although Kurt had stopped harassing Y/n since Harry stepped in, something inside of him is igniting with every passing second he spends staring at him. He's threatened her one too many times, leading her to nights filled with so much fear she genuinely couldn’t fall asleep without Harry being beside her. 

And there’s absolutely no way he can ignore it. This is much more than Harry acting on his anger—this is Harry acting solely on the protectiveness he possesses over his Y/n. 

So without much thought, Harry pushes himself off the barstool, eyes now a shadow of dark green and jaw so clenched he almost seems like a completely different person 

“Mate, mate. Calm down” Liam orders, standing in front of him and putting his hands on his chest as a way to hold him back. “He hasn’t spoken to her in a while, yeah? That’s in the past, man. Y/n wouldn’t want you to do thi—“

“You think I give a fuck what Y/n wants me to do right now?!” Harry hisses.

He should. He really fucking should but every muscle in his body is burning and his stomach holds a pit of fury igniting with each second. 

If he walks away from this, Kurt will never learn his goddamn lesson and could find any reason to go back to tormenting Y/n. And he just can’t let that happen—he can’t even let it be a goddamn possibility now that he has control over it. 

“He hurt her, you understand me? How would you feel if the love of your life was being harassed by a fucking twat so much that she can’t sleep at night? Or much less go about her day-to-day life without it being threatened?”

Liam swallows harshly, wide eyes drifting away as he tries to think of something to say to change Harry’s mind.

“I just don’t want you to lose her.”

And although what he said does give Harry a strike of panic within him, he makes sure to look unfazed as he roughly grabs onto Liam’s arm, almost as if a warning to not ever say something like that again and a consequence for attempting to cross him. 

“Good thing losing her isn’t an option.” He growls, fingers gripping even tighter around his wrist. “I’m doing this for her. If this were any other person right now I’d walk out those doors before I could blink. He ruined her life, I will never let him live that down. Now leave me alone before this bar has two messes to clean up.”

He rips his hand away from his death grip on Liam, quickly looking around the bar to see if Kurt is still there. He is. Drinking beer, chatting with some mates, seeming as though he hasn’t even acknowledged Harry’s existence.

He hears the boys muttering under their breath, only picking up a subtle “just let him be,” completely fixated on the man he’s been dying to get his hands on for months now.

His fist clench at his sides, body storming in his direction with no thought of looking back. Because in all honesty, he doesn’t care about what Y/n would think of him—even if it could ruin them forever. 

He’d feel more guilty if he were to let Kurt get away with what he did to Y/n than to beat him in cold blood.

Kurt looks up the second Harry approaches him, but before he has any time to react, Harry punches him as hard as he could, making Kurt drop to the floor—a loud groan leaving his lips once he’s out of shock. 

Harry doesn’t waste any time before lifting him back up on his feet by the back of his shirt, mercilessly ramming his back up against the nearest wall.

The bar falls silent, everyone’s attention diverted directly to the violence unfolding.

“You didn’t stop!” Harry screams in his face, teeth clenched as he speaks, “She asked you to stop and you didn’t until I stepped in! You’re fucking dead, you hear me?!”

He throws another wild punch directly to his face. Kurt almost falls down again, but his loss of balance is no match against Harry’s raging grip. He spits out blood before lifting his head up. He’s panting, teeth covered in blood, cheek already bruised with gashes in the skin. 

“You think you’re any better?” Kurt questions between harsh breaths. “Think you can keep her with you when this is how you act?”

Harry grips his throat, eyes now much more sinister it makes Kurt smirk despite the pain in his mouth. 

Harry may seem tough, but Kurt knows he has a weakness and knows just how to use it against him. Because even if he doesn’t win this fight in a physical sense, he could give Harry pain that can’t be rid. 

And that’s exactly what he’s going to do. 

“Don’t you dare make this about me.”

He can see that his eyes are withering from their harshness and fists start to loosen against his shirt. He’s getting to him in ways Harry wasn’t prepared for and the effects are hitting him without much warning. 

But Harry refuses to let his guard down in front of him.

“Look at you. You know you’re a monster yet you still keep her for yourself. Why do you keep doing that to her, huh? Why do you do that to her? Make her put up with you?”

And just like that, every unleashed force within him awakens from their captivity—holding absolutely nothing back and only acting on the pain. 

Harry roars, pushing Kurt’s body towards him before throwing it back onto the wall, hand tightening around the base of his neck so harshly Kurt is shutting his eyes and gasping for some relief. 

“I said don’t make this about me!”

Spit falls from his lips and his hands are mercilessly hurting him in any way possible, one gripped on his neck and the other pushing against his chest.

The scariest part is that he doesn’t know if he can stop.

“You think I’m the worst thing that’s ever happened to her, but you’re wrong.” Kurt chokes out with the few breaths he has. “You are.”

Before he can attempt to push him further—in the midst of Harry’s lashing—he throws one last punch at him, making him fall to his knees in unconsciousness. Harry lets his body drop to the floor, strangled breath making his way into his lungs.

He looks around the bar. Shocked faces, people cowering away, but he doesn’t care. All he can feel are unwanted tears piling in his eyes and his hands shaking against his thighs. 

Everything was right, everything he said was right.

“Harry, man.” Louis walks up to him, everybody still staring shocked at him, “Let’s get you home, yeah?”

Louis throws a jacket around Harry’s shoulders, noticing the small nod in agreement before the boys lead him out of the bar.

-

“The boys told me what happened.”

Harry is snapped out of his trance at the sound of her voice. He hadn’t even heard her enter the house. He hasn’t said a word since he left the bar, hasn’t even looked at anyone since as well. Something about what Kurt said affected him in a way he never thought was possible. It was like he picked on a weak spot for him, like he dug into his mind and told him that all his greatest fears have now come true. Y/n isn’t right for him, and she never will be.

Y/n sighs, sitting down on the chair next to where Harry’s sat. She grabs onto his hands softly, her thumb running softly over his knuckles.

“Don’t listen to him” she whispers, “he doesn’t know anything about us.”

Harry looks at her in confusion, eyes wide and lips parted in utter shock. 

How is she not upset with me? he thinks, fingers harshly gripping at the end of the table. This should have been the last straw—the one push to convince Y/n that he’s nothing but bringing danger into her life.

Yet here she is, defending him for what must have been the hundredth time since their relationship started and everything about it makes Harry feel so... so wrong. 

“It’s okay, Harry.” She smiles softly, placing her hand on his face, “You were protecting me. You shouldn’t have done what you did, but you did. And I want to thank you for being there for me even when I’m not—”

Harry’s vision clouds over with tears, slowly taking her hands off of him. 

“How are you defending me right now?”

Y/n tentatively puts her hands to her sides, pursing her lips as she tries to ignore the sudden drop in her stomach. 

It’s his voice—the way he’s speaking. He sounds so disappointed, and she isn’t so sure whether he’s disappointed in himself for reacting to indifferently to the situation or disappointed at her for digging more excusing for him. 

“Well, because, Harry, you—"

“Why do you even stay with me, huh?!” Harry growls, flinging himself off of the chair as his hands subconsciously reach for his hair.

Y/n let in a sharp breath, not entirely shocked by the question, but by the way he asked it. He normally asks why when he’s his weakest—after a fight while Y/n’s cleaning him up, or in bed after making love for hours on end. He’s never said it so violently, like he’s doubting the relationship they’re in—like he’s doubting her.

“Harry, why would you even—“

“Look at you, Y/n, look at you!” Harry raises his voice, arms flinging in her direction as if to prove his point. 

"You have all your shit figured out. You’re pure. Do you not see that? You’re pure. The only part of you that isn’t is me. I’m the part of your life that is reckless and dangerous and you want me to live with that for the rest of my life?!”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrow at his comment. A part of her feels guilty that he feels that way—like he’s the bad part of her that doesn’t belong. But a part of her also knows he’s right. 

Of course, he’s the part of her life that’s full of danger, but she doesn’t care. If anything, it makes her stronger—makes her want to stand up for herself and stray from the idea that she’ll never be anything more than a shy, weak girl she once was. 

He brings out the strongest and fearlessness in her, changing her in ways she could never describe if she even had the time to. He’s given her so much—more than she thinks she’s ever given him and she hates herself for not showing that to him. 

“No,” she speaks after silence seemed to be her answer. “No, because that’s not something you have to live with! I’m in love with you. You—you make me a better person, Harry! It doesn’t matter to me if you’re the dangerous part of my life, because no matter crap you pull, at the end of the day you’re still the same man I will forever love. The fact that we make each other better people, Harry, that’s what you have to live with."

“I’m a monster, Y/n.” He speaks slowly, eyes filled with tears.

The words make her heart break even more.

“You aren’t anything like that and you know that! You aren’t anything like you think you are, Harry! Stop confusing who you really are with this image you want people to see you as!”

His fists knock down on the kitchen table. 

“That’s who I am, Y/n! Have you ever thought of that?!” 

His voice suddenly becomes louder, stronger—desperately trying to make her understand how absolutely wrong they are together. But his eyes are bloodshot, filled with guilt and tears—overwhelmed by her seeing this side of him.

"I can’t be fixed! You can’t fix me because this is who I am! I’m like this with everybody except for you. Wouldn’t you stop to think, even for a goddamn second that who I’m with you is fake?! Have you ever thought of that?!”

“Stop it, Harry! Just stop!” She yells, her hands gripping the sides of her head momentarily. 

This is all too much for her to handle at once. She feels like everything around them is falling apart and there’s nothing she can do to pick up the pieces. Everything she’s ever thought they were together is crumbling beneath her feet and she doesn’t know how to hold on for their sake. 

"You’re drunk and you’re upset and I understand that but this is not who you are! You’re hurt! You’re only 23 years old, your parents died, H. You didn’t have a home, your siblings left you because they blamed you for their death. You do this because you’re broken and you’re in pain and you want to push people away so that they don’t leave you first. I know this because you told me this yourself. How can I blame you?!”

“STOP DEFENDING ME!”

His voice is animalistic, roaring with so much anger Y/n feels a vibration in the air around her. He throws a glass across the kitchen, shattering onto the hardwood floor. 

He’s guilty the second he’s done it. He’s never acted this way toward her, but he can’t help it. He’s angry with himself. He’s had Y/n by his side for the past two years, always willing to help him and be there for him whenever he needed her. Seeing her reputation being ruined because of him, seeing how she’s been wasting her last two years hoping to change a man that can never be changed, it destroys him. She’s wasting her time with him. He’s a dead end, a false hope, and Y/n shouldn’t spend the rest of her life loving a man who could do this to her.

“Do you see that?” Harry whispers. “Do you see why this is a problem? I almost hurt you.”

Y/n shakes her head, slowly making her way toward his defeated body. She looks up at him, his eyes glossed with frustrated tears, looking at her the way he almost always does—with guilt. She runs her hands softly along his muscular arms in hope to calm him down.

“You’ll never hurt me.” She says softly, “I’m not afraid of you."

Harry’s face scrunches in agony. He turns his head away from her, refusing to even look at her anymore. He can’t be weak, he can’t be right now.

“No. No, Y/n, stop.” He mutters, his hands pushing her away from him. 

He turns his back to her, not being able to look at her right now because of how much guilt he’s feeling.

Y/n shuts her eyes softly in an attempt to rid the tears clouding her vision. No matter how hard she tries, he just keeps pushing her away. It hurts her- it hurts her to see him in war with himself. How a part of him is trapped, screaming, on his knees begging to be saved, and the other part of him so sure that there’ll be nobody listening to his pleas, finding it almost comedic that he’s lost all hope in his humanity.

“What else is there for me to do, Harry? I don’t know what it is you want me to do.”

Harry keeps his back toward her. Every atom in his body is pushing him to look back at her, hold her to him until the sun comes up, but he can’t. He can’t stand how heartbroken she sounds. Hell, she’s crying. Soft cries ripping out from her, and all he can fucking think about is how this is all his fault.

“All I want to do is help you, Harry. All I do is help you and you keep pushing me away.” She sobs—broken.

Her teary eyes are desperately looking at his tense frame, just hoping he’d turn around just so they can work things out- like they always do. She hopes he can see just how much he’s hurting more than he ever has before.

“I know what you’re doing. You do this with everyone else. I know you love me, and I know you love me more than anybody else in your life right now. You’re just pushing me away because you think I’ll leave you. You think we aren’t going to last because everyone made you believe that but you know I don’t know how to live without you. I’m not everyone else, Harry. This is different��we’re different.”

Harry lets loose tears fall down his face, his fingers fiddling with each other as he tries to understand her. But he can’t, he just can’t. 

She walks over to him, her hand reaching up to his shoulder. She massages his muscles softly as she presses soft kisses to his back. She’s still crying, soul shaking sobs still leaving her, but she can’t help but keep trying for him to realize she’s utterly and helplessly in love with him. There is nothing to lose between them, not if he were to just believe she would never give up on him.

“Just tell me what you want me to do."

Feeling Y/n’s lips against his back makes him exhale a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It still amazes him how much she affects him. After two years he still never understood it. But all the good she’s done to him has only ever come back to harm her. Her friends leaving her, her having to come home to her boyfriend’s hands covered in somebody else’s blood, her having to leave her life with her family because every moment without her was another moment of danger, all because of him. And he can’t live with that.

He moves his shoulder away from her, feeling her detach from his body. He looks down, eyes squeezed shut. He doesn’t know how to do this. Especially to her.

“There’s nothing you can do, Y/n!” He cries out, flinging his body around so that he’s finally facing her.

“I would do anything for you, and you know that! But I can’t change myself just so that I can be with you! I can’t change who I am for you.” He whispers the last part, staring heartbroken in her eyes.

“God!” Y/n sobs out, punching her hands against his chest, “You know I’m not asking you to change! I just want to help you! And you won’t let me!”

Harry grabs Y/n’s wild hands in his, in hopes of calming her down. He feels like she hasn’t taken a fucking breath. She’s just so heartbroken, she’s lost and confused and on the verge of complete and utter desperation to have him stay with her.

It’s when Harry pulls her against him where she completely breaks down. He holds her head against his chest while she sobs against his black t-shirt. His fingers comb through her hair softly, chin held up by the top of her head. Harry hasn’t said anything, just listening to Y/n’s desperate pleading as she pulls at the back of his shirt.

“Pl—please don’t do this to me.” She cries out, taking in a harsh breath due to her lack of breath. “Please don’t leave me.”

She feels Harry tense against her body. He shuts his eyes softly, sighing out as he removes his hands from her.

“It’s over, Y/n.” He says softly, “Everything about us is wrong. It’s over.”

Y/n has never felt so much pain in her life. She pulls away from him, her eyes searching for any sign of remorse on his face, but there is none. He’s staring at her emotionless, but every part of him is breaking. The way she’s looking at him, he has never seen her look like that before. She just looks so- so defeated.

Just like that, everything she believed she had a purpose for has been ripped away from her. She doesn’t say anything as she lets go of him. Without a word, she half-heartedly makes her way up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Harry flinches when he hears the door slam shut. He wishes he could cry, wishes he could go onto his knees and beg for forgiveness. He wishes he could be angry, punch a wall, curse at himself, blame himself. But he can’t, he feels nothing. Isn’t that ironic? How the man who mostly feels the most dangerous feeling in the world now can’t feel a thing?

He stays in the same place he was left for what feels like eternity before he hears Y/n make her way down the steps. He turns around and rounds the corner that leads to the front door. He watches Y/n as she sets down her duffle bag, opening the closet door to grab a jacket. She grabs everything she needs before she finally opens up the front door. She can’t go back, she can’t turn around to look at him. She doesn’t have the strength.

She’s still crying. She still hasn’t said anything.

“Can you say something, please?” Harry croaks out, wanting nothing more than for her to at least say something to him, at least acknowledge his existence.

She stops walking, hand still on the doorknob. She sucks in a breath.

“You did it, Harry” she whispers, “you’ve finally hurt me.”

She turns her head, but not enough for her to be able to see him, but enough for him to know how much she means what she’s about to say.

“I never want to see you again.”

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Servants of Insanity ((Chapter Six)) Questions

I stared after her with narrowed eyes and my hands clenched tightly. I hadn't really thought threw the idea of hitting Granger, it just kind of happened when she kept yelling at my sister and Draco was holding Taryn back so she couldn't do anything. My body reacted before my brain caught up with it and before I knew what I did Granger was bloody and crying. And there was a bit of satisfaction as I looked at Taryn who looked at me proudly. But at the same time, I didn't enjoy the idea of actually hurting someone, no matter the reason. And now to make things worse I had to have Detention, for a month, with Draco. Whom i was still mad at after his comment on my iPod.

I slowly made my way down the corridor fiddling with the hem of my shirt and made my way to the Hufflepuff common room, ignoring the looks as I went. Once I was in the common room everyone who was in there turned to look at me and i rolled my eyes slightly.

Hannah Abbott perked up of the couch and looked at me accusingly. Great, this is not how I wanted to spend this year, with the Hufflepuff prefect up my arse about every little thing I did and Hannah is one person who never liked me. The fact that she disliked Taryn only made her hate me more. And the fact that I decked Granger in the face probably didn't help my case any. But no amount of mental preparation could have prepared me for the words that came out of her mouth.

"I knew you should have been in Slytherin" she said and I tilted my head slightly. "Keep talking Abbott and I will confirm your theory." I snapped. It wasn't like me to act like this. I was the one that avoid confrontation not the one that seeked it out, but I just wasn't in the mood for it today and now with the idea that my sister was a Death Eater my mood dropped greatly and I wasn't above punching someone else in the face to satisfy the irritation I felt. Hannah stepped back slightly and i shoved past her harshly and made my way up to my room and sat down on the bed twirling my wand in between my fingers as I stared at the wall as my mind went a million miles and hour.

Taryn was acting different she had been for the majority of the summer, more angry, more impulsive...more secretive. Something was going on and if she really was a Death Eater, the only other people that would know would be our parents and Draco. I bit my lip slightly and made a mental note to ask him in my detention with him tomorrow.

After a while I made sure that I had everything unpacked as well as having everything ready for my classes tomorrow before making my way outside. I walked the grounds ignoring the critical looks i was getting. When everything went down with Granger it was mid morning so naturally everybody in the entire school had been down in the great hall.

I wasn't entirely sure where I was going all i knew was that I didn't want to sit in my bed all day but I also didn't want to have to deal with anyone at all. Not even my sister. I just wanted to be on my own away from everyone. At least for a little while.

And that lasted for about an hour before someone sat down next to me and looked to see Harry. I sighed slightly and rested my head on his shoulder. Despite all the issues he has with my sister and Draco, Harry has never blamed me for it. He was actually a close friend and we grew closer when Cedric died. He wrote to me over the summer and everything.  

"Sorry about punching Hermione." I said quietly as he rested his head on top of mine. "She is pretty upset about it" he said and I smiled slightly. "Well tell her to consider herself lucky all she got was a punch, if Taryn-" "She knows that" he said with a slight chuckle causing me to smile slightly. "Taryn looked about ready to kill" he said and I nodded. "Yeah, she seems like that a lot lately to be honest." I said.

"Do you think she joined?" he asked and i shrugged. Honestly I did, but I wasn't going to tell him that.  "I don't know. I hope not" he nodded and left it at that and we fell into silence. It was a comfortable silence. We talked a bit more before Ron came down looking for him and sent me a look, not a nasty look more of a sympathetic one either. "Tobi" he said with a small nod that I returned. "Ronald" I said and he pulled a face causing me to snicker and Harry to shake his head before standing up. "I'll see you later Tobs" Harry said and I nodded and sent them both a small wave before turning back to look out over the Black Lake with a sigh.

I gave myself another half an hour to talk myself into going and talking to Draco. But when I got to the Great Hall both Draco and Taryn were nowhere to be found and I narrowed my eyes slightly before walking over tot he Slytherin table. "Blaise have you see Malfoy or my sister?" I asked and he shook his head. "No baby Cavanagh, I haven't" he said with a smile. I rolled my eyes before turning on my heel and walking away.

I made my way out of the great hall and saw my sister walking towards the Slytherin common room and I sighed slightly before turning around and running directly into Dean and almost sending us both to the floor as well as almost breaking my ankle in the process.

He wrapped his arms around me tightly and held me up causing me to smile as I looked up at him. "Thanks Dean" I said and he smiled. "Anytime Beautiful, anytime"

I felt a small blush rush to my cheeks as I slowly pushed away from him. I had been used ot the compliments from Dean. He'd been saying them since my first year. And he had asked me out numerous times. I always tell him no, I'm not sure why either. Dean is a good friend but he just, wasn't my type.

"Would you like to accompany me to the village the first weekend we are allowed to go? Yes, on a date" he said as I went to open my mouth and I smiled slightly and shuffled slightly. "Just let me know" he said bending down and kissing me cheek before walking into the Great Hall. I rolled my eyes slightly and walked towards the direction my sister went only to be stopped by Draco.

"Hey I was just looking for you" I said and he narrowed his eyes. "What did Thomas want?" he all but spat at me and I rolled my eyes. "He asked me out" I said "What did you say?" he asked and I narrowed my eyes.

"Where did you and Taryn disappear to?" I asked and his face immediately changed and I tilted my head. "Answer my question and I shall answer yours" I said and he shook his head. "It doesn't matter Tobi" he said and I smirked slightly. "Then you don't need to worry about me and Dean now do you" I said before turning on my heel and walking away from him.

I'd bug him more about it tomorrow when we didn't have to worry about someone hearing the conversation, that way he was more willing to answer my questions.

And he will answer my questions, all of them.