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thekingofwinterblog · 4 years ago

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Missing the point- Comparing Attack on titan’s final ending to The Mist ending

it was all for nothing. literarily everything the entire attack on titan built up was all for nothing. what every single sane fan predicted after the original 139 chapter came to pass. paradis was destroyed, its people genocided. Eren’s stupid, stupid suprise twist plan didnt work.

there will undoubtedly be many, many who posts their own take on this ending in the future, but i just wanna go over how if this was the original mist ending the mangaka had in mind, then it missed the mark so far it isnt even funny, because it would seem Isayama didnt really understand why the ending of the mist movie was so powerfull.

So, a quick recap(spoilers from here on) of the mists ending.

the Main character David Drayton and his family and two aquentainces are stranded in the middle of a supernatural fog. now, they know that this fog is full of inhuman monsters thats killed quite a few people over the course of the movie. the story has gone to great lengths to make sure the audience knows exactly how screwed the characters are. they hear things in the distance. they understand that the end is coming. they are all going to die here. however, there is a catch. while they are all going to die, they need not actually die by the hands of these monsters, who will probably kill them in slow, gruesome ways.

For as it happens, they have a gun. they have the option of going out quickly, and painlessly. one problem. the gun has only 4 bullets. in the end, the adults make a decision as the child son is sleeping. the one left alive, who did the deed is david drayton.

after killing his family, David usurprisingly has a massive breakdown, screaming, crying, futilely trying to kill himself with the empty gun. in the end, he gets out of the car and screams into the mists “COME ON!!!” wanting to get this over with, and die as quickly as humanly possible, to ridd him of his guilt, after just having snuffed out everything he loved in the world.

The sounds come closer and.... out of the mists rolls a tank. an american tank from the us army.

David just stares at it in numb confusion as it rolls by. the tank is followed by other military personal and vehicles. the mists begin to lift, revealing that the entire army is moving in to help with the situation, killing the supernatural invaders. this is completely logical, yet flies in the face of everything the audience expects, both from the perspective of a fictional work as a structure, and subverting the all too common idea in stories like this that the army is completely helpless.

for david though, being saved by the army gives no comfort, and as he finally begins to really understand whats going on, he has another breakdown, as he understands that he just killed his family for nothing, absolutely nothing.

the movie ends on this tragic scene, while two very confused and concerned army dudes walks up to him trying to figure out what is wrong. end credits.

this was the ending that isayama said he wanted to emulate for attack on titan.

Now, on the surface, this kinda looks like that ending. but only on the surface.

because it misses the actual point that the mists ending had utterly, and fails to understand what made it such a powerfull tragedy.

it wasnt just that david failed to save his family, it wasnt JUST that he himself killed them, it wasnt just that had he waited 5 more minutes, he and his entire family would have been rescued.

No, what made it powerfull, was that we saw his entire journey, from start, to ending, and at the end, he was still there. the character that the entire movie had spent its time building up was completely, and totally destroyed as a human being through his own flawed, but human decisions, and at the end, it turned out that he, not the inhuman monsters, were the one who was the ultimate harbringer of his family’s ultimate destruction.

and in the end, we got to actually see the complete destruction of him as a man, a father, a husband.

the problem here is simple.

we get none of that.

Isayama wants his cake, and he wants to eat it too.

He wants an ending where the entirety of paradis is destroyed, but he doesnt want to actually end this story on a tragedy, even though by all metrics, it was one.

He didnt want to have eren die as a monster, so he throws in a chapter to humanize him, completely tearing down everything we thought we knew about why he did what he did to achieve it, and not have him die as a man who decided to brun down the world for very selfish, incredibly wrong, but also completely human reasons.

He didnt want to have to portray armin as a complete joke, and have the attempt to make peace just completely fail, and the eldians and marleyans begin killing each other the moment eren was dead.

but most important of all, he didnt want to end the story by having the characters who saved the world, dying from bombs from the sky, or machine gun fire from an invading army, having come to commit complete genocide on the eldians.

so in the end, he tried to sidestep it all, by having the end come a few generations afterwards, when all the characters we had followed was long dead. and by doing so, he robbed the story of any sense of drama, theme, and any of the emotinal gut punch from the consequences of the character’s actions.

Eren doesnt die as a complete monster who was willing to do anything to ensure his people would live. the alliance gets to save the world, but dont have to face the consequenses of the fact that they had no plan, that instead happens to their grandchildren.

In the end, attack on titan was a tragedy, where eren didnt achieve a single, bloody thing, making his entire journey pointless, as a child is about to enter his grave, and become the new ymir. the titan’s power will be born again.

that should have weight. it should feel like a sad, sad ending. but instead, I, and so many others, just doesnt care. because the story doesnt care. because it wanted to end on a cheery, upbeat, bittersweet ending, when what this story needed was complete and total tragedy to work. It is all spectacle, no substance, and not particularily good spectacle at that.

#attack on titan ending #attack on titan 139 #attack on titan 139 extra panels #the mist #terrible ending #terrible writing #isayama #dissapointment

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itseivwhore · 4 years ago

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|Ezio Auditore x reader|(Modern)

I was at the beach for an entire day,from morning until evening:with the sun and the impossible heat (plus my pride and the thought of being invincibile to everything and everyone),didn't exactly help the stay...so I ended up to have billions of sunburns all over my shoulders and face (who would have thought...I've been spending 17 years at the beach every damn Summer,yet I never got such a bad sunburn like this one.Invincible my ass). And I was stuck on my bed,I couldn't even move...so how better to spend all this free time if not to write something?

Have a little modern au imagine with all of the Assassins,and at least but not last,with the reader comforting Ezio struggling and being a bit dramatic with the big sunburns he got.

Because I was annoyed,and it was the only idea I got.Oh and it won't be like all my other long imagines:this one will be quite short...maybe.(Oh x 2,I would like to point this out:the writing style will be a little bit different from all the other one shots I have written,since this will be a modern one,so don't really expect philosophical speeches).

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Summer.

Probably the most awaited season of the year,where everything changes and the world takes on a new and youthful aspect:longer and warmer days,holidays,exciting and fun experiences,countless of new opportunities to spend free time with friends;maybe spending a few weeks in a beautiful house right in front of a lake,in the middle of nature,away from the city and its continuous noise...and this is what Ezio organized:three weeks in that beautiful large wooden house,where he would celebrate his birthday.

Everybody knew that the Italian boy had always-always-organized fantastic parties,with hundreds of people,inviting almost the whole school and all the people he knew,celebrating all night long.Everybody knew about his famous,big parties.But the group of his closest friends was shocked and amazed,to say the least,when Ezio declared that for this year there would be no big and crazy party:just a few weeks,all together,a sort of summer holiday,near a lake,in the middle of a forest.

And everyone,of course,expected that Ezio had rented an ultra-modern and very expensive house,but when they all arrived at the place of residence,they remained amazed:that infamous house,which the Italian had so long mentioned,was nothing more than a large,simple,two-storey wooden chalet.The outside of the house was surrounded by a thick layer of grass,decorated with many small colorful flowers,overlooked by large trees that partially covered the large lawn with their shade.A hammock had been tied right in the middle of two trees,and was slightly moved by the warm summer breeze.

The interior was spacious and furnished in a very simple way with wodden fornitures,and everything was more cozy and soft thanks to that small touch of vintage everywhere in the house:pendulum clocks,antique paintings hanging on all the walls,huge windows that illuminated immensely the large living room.The second floor was just where the numerous bedrooms were,as well as having a large and spacious balcony overlooking the majestic lake,giving a truly beautiful view.

In short,a truly delightful house,reserved and discreet,away from towns and cities.

Everyone,on the other hand,had found various activities and amusements to do:who,like Edward,Jacob,Ezio and Desmond,as soon as they arrived at the chalet,had lost no time and immediately dived into the lake,swimming and playing in the cool water;who,like Connor and Altaïr,had decided to take a walk in the woods near the chalet,looking for silence and peace,away from Jacob's screams,Edward's dirty jokes and Ezio's curses;who,like Evie and Arno,sat in the shadow of the mighty tall white poplars reading books,sometimes muttering something to each other;who,like Leonardo,spent most of his time painting the landscape around him.

Y/n instead spent the hours of the day alternating between being in everyone's company:swimmimg with the four boys in the lake,or walking together with Altaïr and Connor in the middle of the woods,or simply chatting with the two readers,or watching the painter paint his masterpieces.And,during the last hours of the evening,being together with Ezio,cuddling him,spending sweet and almost infinite moments with him,laying in the hammock next to him,laughing at his flirty comments,shivering at his reserved and gentle touches and blushing at his tempting and allouring glances.

The whole group was having fun,no one was bored,the days went by fast,and Ezio's birthday was getting closer and closer.Everything was normal.

Until...

"Santo Dio!" a heartrending scream of pain,coming from inside the chalet,interrupted the quiet of that mid-June afternoon.All of them had gathered in the large living room,standing around him.Curses and cries of pain had little to do with all that fuss:the real reason why the whole group had gathered in the living room was-as one might have imagined-for Ezio himself.

Once he was finally back from a full day at the lake,most of it spent sunbathing,everyone noticed how incredibly reddish his face had become-noticing however that he was wearing his t-shirt again.But he just shrugged it off,reassuring everyone by telling that it was 'completely normal',as if nothing happened.But the hours went by,and with them grew-more and more-the pain that became unbearable,impossible to ignore,the realization that became more and more vivid in his mind.And consequently,even his complaints and pain only grew:starting from barely audible groans to loud shouts,catching the attention of the whole group...who tried to do everything to help him,but in vain.

"Don't...don't touch me!" Ezio intimidated with a threatening voice,pointing a finger at all his friends who,a little surprised,a little worried-and even a little amused-were in front of him.

"Please,you need to take of your shirt off,Ezio!" Y/n prayed him for the umpteenth time in an exasperated tone,slowly taking a few steps towards the guy,spreading her arms,wanting him to understand that she didn't have any bad intentions.

"I don't need to do anything!Leave me be!" Ezio shouted again with eyes burning with rage,backing away when he saw his fiancée approaching him,his flashing gaze wandering quickly over all his friends' faces.

"You are shouting like a girl,mate.Quit it" Edward's loud,bored and singing voice came from the kitchen,too busy rummaging through the fridge to turn around and look at the poor boy.

"Zitto Kenway!" the Italian apostrophied him,panting heavily,red in the face,drops of sweat running over his forehead,while he walked quickly back and forth in the living room,trying to avoid the looks and comments of everyone.

"Be a man and take that shirt off,you are complaining for nothing" Jacob replied in a careless,nonchalant voice,passing next to Ezio and then placing a heavy hand on his shoulder,purposedly giving some loud pats:smirking in a purely amused way when he saw the Italian hissing and groaning in pain.

"Don't.Touch.Me." Ezio repeated in a cold sharp-edged whisper,violently swatting the Bitish' hand away from his shoulder,watching Jacob chuckling and throwing himself on the couch,sitting beside Arno,who was silently observing the scene.

"Ezio please,try to be reasonable" even Leonardo tried to persuade his friend,thus beginning to talk to him,sometimes even murmuring something in Italian,gesturing from time to time.

Desmond,who in the meantime had returned from the kitchen and was holding a beer in his hand,entered the living room,confusedly looking at Ezio for brief moments,and then sitting down next to Arno

"So that's what Italians are like when they're angry,huh?They shout and insult you?" he asked in a whisper,raising an eyebrow,trying not to be heard from him,receiving instead a furious look that,if he had the power to kill,the young Miles would find himself lying on the wooden floor,dead.Desmond simply cleared his voice a couple of times,then opened his beer and drank a few sips,turning to his French friend when he heard him hide a mischievous smile.

"Not only when they are angry.They're always like that" Arno said,raising a corner of his lip in a bitterly amused smile when he looked up at Ezio,seeing him respond to the artist in a rather nervous,impatient manner.Y/n,meanwhile,had gathered all the patience and strength she could have in herself;she knew that the boy could be dramatic when these things happened:she knew him too well,and she knew she had to use gentle manners with him,not forcing him to do things he didn't want to do.

So,walking slowly towards Ezio once more,with a small,pure smile on her rosy lips,she stopped in front of him,looking into his fervent,deep,dark eyes:and when his shiny eyes met and locked with her e/c ones,the violent fire burning inside his gaze disappeared immediately,returning to the warm,calm,soft brown eyes that she loved.She sighed lightly,looking up at him.

"You have to take off your shirt,you'll only make things worse" the girl explained in a serious tone,but not scolding him and,rising on her tip toes she grabbed his head,slowly took the sunglasses out of his hair,placimg them on a small table next to the sofa."Let me help you,alright?" she proposed to him with a sweet,loving,caring smile,starting to raise the edges of his shirt.

He couldn't do anything.How could he refuse the help of the person who endured him and loved him most of all?He simply couldn't.So he got help from her,but some loud hiss and painful groans,while she tried to get ridd off of that shirt,couldn't miss.Once the girl finally managed to get the shirt off from him,she stepped backwards,e/c eyes widening,bringing her hands on her mouth,staying silent in front of him,amazement and genuine disbelief that formed in her face.

"Oh my God" Y/n couldn't help but let out a shocked sigh at the view of his body:he was completely and totally red,to say the least,burned.Ezio didn't seem to perceive how much he had been burned also,and above all,on his torso and abdomen:but the pains and burns only increased when he took off his shirt.The Italian began frantically to ask questions on questions to his friends who,either too shocked,or too amused,didn't answer him.

Desmond suddenly stood up on the sofa and looked for Connor,who had been sitting on a chair with his arms resting against the backrest until now,and then beckoned him to come closer:

"Hey Connor...come here and stand beside Ezio" Connor,for as much as he was a little reluctant and confused,did as he was asked,got up from his chair,and walked to the center of the living room,stopping next to Ezio.

Everyone watched the two boys in silence,until the young Miles suddenly burst into a loud and hilarious laugh.

"LOOK!He's the same color as your shirt,you could blend in Ezio!" he exclaimed,pointing at the poor guy,looking at his arms and chest and then squaring from head to toe Connor,who was wearing a bordeaux t-shirt:and,not exaggerating at all,all of Ezio's skin in his whole body was exactly of that dark red color.This joke unleashed the hilarity of the whole group,who began to laugh loudly,who more openly and who adding more jokes,who giggling confidently.

"Cosa?Fammi vedere!Non c'è un cazzo di specchio in questa cazzo di casa?!" Ezio shouted loudly,looking around frantically, tarting to speak Italian -probably not realizing it because of the fury and embarrassment he was feeling at the moment-he started to rum around all the rooms to find a mirror in which he could see himself;leaving everyone alone in the living room,he ran to the bathroom,and after a few moments another 'cazzo!' echoed in the chalet.

He returned from the bathroom,mumbling lowly,keeping on cursing and talking Italian,panting,completely and utterly red,tired and angry eyes glaring at everything and everyone around him.

"What are you laughing at,Altaïr?!" Ezio suddenly asked angrily,turning to the Syrian when he heard him laugh silently.He did not even deign to turn around and look at the guy,he just looked over his shoulder,grimacing when he saw all the sunburns on the Italian's body,for then returning to watch outside the window.

"You are getting angry with everyone here.It's only your fault." Ezio took an expression to say the least shocked,when he heard Altaïr blame him so blatantly.

"Why should it be my fault?When I was about to take the sun cream it was empty" Ezio defended himself promptly and assuming an authoritative tone,frowning."And I really wonder who consumed it all" he added,raising his voice,turning to Jacob and glaring at him.All of them followed the Italian's gaze,and the whole group focused on Jacob who,still sitting on the sofa, looked around confused.

"What?It's not my fault if Evie is bloody pale!" he suddenly replied,opening his arms theatrically,pointing to his sister who was sitting right in front of him on another armchair.Laughing cunningly,he quickly dodged the slipper she threw at him.

"Yes,I agree,it's only Ezio's fault" Desmond agreed,taking yet another sip from the beer,getting more comfortable on the couch. "I mean,you are Italian,dude"he replied back,leaning forward and resting both elbows on his knees,giving him a disappointed look.

"And what does it has to do with it?" Leonardo asked,purely curious.

"Shouldn't he be used?You know,all tan,Italy' sun,the heat,Mediterranean people" explained Desmond with a careless voice,gesturing a little with his hands,receiving yet another frosty and furious look from the Italian.Ezio rarely did become nervous,there were few times when he became angry:but he was not offended with his friends or by all the jokes they were telling him;he was just annoyed,tired by the burning that was all over his body.The pain was so acute and so strong that he couldn't even make a single simple move.He appreciated that everyone wanted to help him,but he had to admit that all that talking,all that chaos,didn't help him at all.

"It's no one fault,okay?" Y/n said,slightly impatient,looking at the whole group and then giving a serious look at her boyfriend.But Arno didn't seem to hear her and,softly scoffing,put the book he was reading on the coffee tablet in front of him.

"Do I have to remind you that you yourself have said:'Oh I don't need the suncream'?" he replied in a decisive way,trying to imitate his friend's Italian accent at his best,looking straight into his flaming eyes.

Ezio remained silent,spechless:what the French guy said was nothing but the truth.Hours before,back in the morning,almost everyone-most of all Y/n-tried to convince him on putting some suncream on.But he didn't want to know anything about it,laughing and joking about how the others were so fragile in the sun's rays,bragging a little and feeling proud,proclaiming that he,Ezio Auditore,had no need of sunscream:and so,after swimming in the lake a couple of times,he lay in the sun,and stood there for hours,not moving,even falling asleep...only to find himself,later,in such a state.

"Don't be a smartass with me" Ezio threatened again,lowering his voice in a sharp sigh,pointing a finger at him.

"Otherwise?" Armo challenged him with his natural-old-boldness,quirking an eyebrow as he raised from the couch and took a few steps towards his friend.Ezio of course did not remain silent,to suffer the lecture of Arno,and began to respond fiercely against the provocation of the Frenchman.

"Can't we just try to solve this out without arguing for once?" Y/n suddenly exclaimed in a purely exasperated tone,putting herself between the two men and pushing them away,but receiving a hiss and a painful grunt from Ezio.

"Don't we have some medicenes here?" Evie then asked cautiously,interrupting the silence that had taken hold in the living room after the heated argument between the two guys.

"The only medicine it's alcohol" Edward answered blantatly,coming out of the kitchen with two cold beers in his hand. "Here you go mate" and threw one of the bottles at Ezio,who grabbed it quickly,looking confused and annoyed at the beer that the Welsh had thrown at him.

"I think we should go to the hospital" proposed Connor in a murmur,crossing his arm to his chest,taking on a genuinely worried look when he looked-again-at Ezio's body.

"Perfect!I'll drive.Let's go,shall we?" exclaimed Jacob cheerfully,clapping his hands loudly and smiling,excitement glistening inside his eyes,quickly taking the car keys from the coffee table.

"Yogurt," Desmond said seriously from all of a sudden,silencing everyone.

"What?" Y/n asked,wrinkling her eyebrows in a confused expression,approaching and kneeling next to him.

"We should use yogurt on these sunburns.It helps" continued the young Miles with a firm tone,showing to the young woman his phone,pointing at the screen.

"How can this help?" Altaïr asked in a skeptical tone,turning around and finally taking an interest in the matter.

"Yogurt refresh the sunburns,soften them and have a pleasant moisturizing effect" Y/n read aloud the information she read from the screen,scrolling on it for some more moments,for then giving it back to Desmond.The Syrian guy kept on giving a plain,cold and diffident glance at Miles,shaking his head in the mean time.

"Don't look at me like that,I found it on Internet" concluded Desmond showing his phone,for then shrugging,returning to lay his back on the couch.

"We can try.Do we have some yogurt left in the fridge?" Leonardo asked with curiosity,hoping for the best.

"If the big giant didn't eat them all..." Desmond joked loudly,raising from the couch,giving a playful pat behind the shoulder of his friend when he passed beside him,entering in the kitchen and opening the fridge.

"I only ate the coconut ones..." Connor justified himself in a low murmur,leaning his shoulder on the frame of the kitchen's door,lowering his eyes on the floor.

"You can find a lot of false thing on Internet though" the oldest Frye said,thinking about what Demsond read about using yogurt and other things as an help with sunburns.Jacob scoffed loudly,rolling his eyes in a dramatic way.

"Oh come on Evie!At least we'll be able to help that stubborn dumba..." but Jacob was suddenly and not a little violently interrupted by Ezio's loud and hoarse voice:

"BASTA!" the Italian yelled,making the silence return into the chalet and among his friends once his shout stopped echoing in the house.Everyone was motionless,nobody dared say anything,even Jacob refrained from making one of his jokes.Everyone looked at him in amazement,to say the least,intimidated,sometimes exchanging and casting fugitive glances.Ezio was there,motionless,eyes burning brightly,rapid breathing,red in the face,passing and placing his glare on everyone around him.

"Pasta?" Desmond asked confusedly,frowning and making a grimace.

"We are not going to the hospital,no one is going to put yogurt on me,I won't take any medicine!" Ezio proclaimed authoritatively,higly and stubborly denying any kind of help and refusing any kind of purposes.Taking his sunglasses from the coffee table,placing them on his head,he started to walk towards the door. "And you..." he stopped near the treshold of the kitchen,where Edward still was,before standing im fromt of the Welsh."You can keep your beer Edward" e,taking his hand,he forcefully gave the beer he threw at him before,for then storming out from the chalet.

Y/n-who since the moment Ezio began to shout had been silent as everyone else-was trying to reach him,but she felt a hand grasping her wrist and tugging her slightly,stopping her.Turning around,she found Arno beside her,his hand now resting on her shoulder,squeezing gently.

"Leave him be.He is angry,there's no way to let him reason now" he said to the girl,giving her a bitter and soft smile,nodding towards the window and letting her see that Ezio was outside,laying on the hammock...at least,trying to lay on it,for the sunburns he got all over his body didn't allow him to move,swearing and cursing for at least another hour.

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A few hours passed by all what Jacob jokingly called an 'Italian tragedy'.It was late evening by now,almost midnight,and Ezio was still outside sitting on a chair near a wooden table not far from the front door:no one had dared disturb him,for fear of increasing his anger,or of unleashing something infectious.The Italian hadn't even come home for dinner,or for any other reason:he had stayed there for the rest of the day,first lying in a hammock,perhaps asleep,then sitting in a chair staring at nothing,occasionally trying to touch his shoulder or back to see if the pain still persisted.

No one seemed to care so much about him anymore.Apart from Y/n who,of course,was the most worried of all of them:she always turned her gaze towards the windows,trying to catch a glimpse of his form,trying to understand if he was still upset or if he had calmed down,but she certainly couldn't stand there,motionless,looking at him,doing nothing.So she decided to finally get out of the chalet,and try to let him reason,and calming him

Once outside,she gently closed the door behind her,looking for her boyfriend with her eyes,finding him sitting with his back to the chalet,eyes looking at the big,calm lake.The girl took a few steps forward,starting to walk as quietly as possible towards him.But he heard her.

"If there's somebody else then you all can go away," he coldly proclaimed in a loud and decise voice,not turning around and continuing to look at the lake.It was really a beautiful evening:sky full of stars,moon high in the sky,the water reflecting its dull and cold rays on its small waves,a light and fresh breeze made the branches of the trees move gently.

"I'll go away then" Y/n replied in a neutral tone,getting closer and closer until she found herself standing behind his reddish-shoulders.He turned around as soon as he heard her voice,looking at her in an astonished and tired way.

"You're the only person I want next to me even when I'm upset" Ezio murmured in a soothing,low voice,soft and warm brown eyes pleading her shiny e/c ones,her heart almost melting when she heard such a gentle,and utter loving phrase leaving his lips.Her Ezio was back.

"Vieni qui" he whispered,opening his arms,stretching an arm out,gently grabbing her by her waist and delicately letting her sit on his lap.Muscular arms wrapped around her form,pulling her closer,not caring about the pain that action was causing him,just holding her as close as possible,face buried in her chest,snuggling his stubble against her soft flesh,smiling against her skin when he heard her giggling.

She deteached away from him,looking at him before giving him a smile when,as she was caressing his cheek,he leaned his face on her palm,almost wanting to be lulled after such a long,tiring day.He opened his eyes after a while,fixing some strands of h/c hair that were falling in front of her.

"I'm sorry" the Italian whispered suddenly,giving his beloved a look full of guilt and embarrassment.One of the things Y/n adored about Ezio was his honesty and humility:he knew when he was wrong,he knew when to apologize and he knew perfectly well when to do so."I wasn't angry with you all...I was just tired and nervous because I got all thesw fottute sunburns" he explained in a serious voice,squeezing her hips.He could read in his deep eyes how purely sorry he was.She gave him a small smile,leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss upon his lips.

"I,we know,Ezio.No one is mad at you" Y/n reassured him in a soothing and quiet voice,leaning down to kiss him again,with more passion,paying attention to where she put her hands,so as not to hurt him.

Ezio still was whispering apologies near her ear,caressing her,kissing her,thanking her.But she got up from his highs after a while and,after looking at him seriously,the girl leaned towards the table next to them,holding an object that Ezio had not noticed until now.

"It's yogurt.Desmond tried to see if it could really help,and apparently,it could," Y/n explained,raising the yogurt jar in her hand and showing it to him,who in response sighed loudly and deeply,throwing his head back,almost looking in defeat.But despite his reaction,Ezio sat down composedly on the chair and nodded.

The girl laughed purely amused and,opening the jar,she took some yogurt on both hands,and began to smear it on his shoulders and on his red,scalded back;at first groans and hiss,his skin still too sensible and damaged,but after a while,when she started to delicately massage his shoulders with the fresh,cold yogurt,he sighed,relieved.He hummed,closing his eyes,throwing his head back.

"Quanto posso amarti?" he asked in Italian,sounding so hoarse when he-once again-groaned when her small hands slided down from his shoulders to his warm chest.

"Shouldn't you be giving a message to me?" Y/n asked him back in a sarcastic tone,leaning down,whispering that near his ear,hearing the entrance door being opened and closed.

"But it's my birthday today" Ezio answered in a mellifluous tone,claiming to be offended,giving a sad grimace to his lover,who just laughed loudly,for then suddendly returning serious.

"Who told you I don't have a gift for you?" Y/n inquires with a low and semsual voice,leaning more near him,her hands sliding down on his torso,almost tickling him,her lips on his definite jaw,feeling him almost shivering.

And just when he was about to answer her,he stopped when he saw all the others walking towards the table,singing the infamous song:it was,in fact,midnight,and it was Ezio's birthday.Jacob walked in front of everyone,holding a large pizza in his hands,on which were added candles.Once they arrived near the birthday boy,the British placed the pizza on the table in front of Ezio who,with happy eyes,looked at what was to be his birthday cake.

"We didn't have the time to go in the nearest city and buy a cake,so we make a true Italian pizza..." Connor explained with a ghostly smile on his lips,nodding towards the plate.

"For an angry,burnt italian man" concluded Arno with sarcastic voice,raising a corner of his mouth in a cheeky grin,smiling at Ezio.

"I tell you,we aren't even sorry" added Edward with a proud smile,placing his hands on his hips.

"Pizza cake" Desmond said,spreading his arms in a theatrical gesture,but Jacob promptly interrupted him,raising a hand and shushing the young Miles.

"We talked about this before,Des.It's birtday pizza.No discussion," Jacob replied,speaking seriously to say the least. "It is law!" he then proclaimed,roughly smashing his fist in the table,making the flame of the candles tremble.

Ezio heard Y/n laughing behind him,her hands were now wrapped gently around his neck.Pressing a long,chaste kiss on his bearded cheek,she whispered to him:

"The surprise has to wait"

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°°°¡TrAnSlAtIoNs!°°°

"Santo Dio!" = Good God;

"Zitto" = Shut up;

"Cosa?Fammi vedere!Non c'è un cazzo di specchio in questa cazzo di casa?!" = What?Let me see!There's not a fucking mirror in this fuckint house?!;

"Basta!" = Enough;

"Vieni qui" = Come here;

"Quanto posso amarti?" = How much can I love you?

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lupinscorner · 6 years ago

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different (tom riddle x reader)

pairing: tom riddle x reader

request: Can you do a Tom Riddle imagine where reader is a Slytherin and an extremely powerful one at that. She is smart and whenever Tom bullies/is mean to a student; she tells him off and that annoys Tom. So at the end they finally kiss or something and it’s fluff (can Tom even be a fluff type of person? No but it’s imaginary 😂) ❤️ thanks love :) @xsweetnsour

word count: will update later my phones being stupid & if anyone wants to do it for me totally wouldn’t mind ;)

warnings: some language

a/n: I made y/n a slytherin in this, i hope you guys don’t mind. Also, my line spacing is being really weird cause I wrote this on my phone, sorry about that. As always, enjoy!

“Excellent job, y/n, wonderful!” Slughorn praised, picking up the vial of Felix Felixis you had just brewed delicately. “This will do wonders for my stocks.”

You returned to your seat, slumping back down as you looked in boredom at all of the potion ingredient lists you knew by heart.

Slughorn waved his hands, showing your class out the door. “All right, get out of here all of you. No homework tonight, you enjoy your weekend.”

The class shuffled out, friends eagerly talking about weekend plans. Slughorn appeared over your desk as you reached for your books. “Y/n, I have a proposition for you.” Politey, you nodded. “I was wondering if you could tutor one of my fourth year students. He’s just falling behind, and I’d think it woud do wonders if you could help him. And of course, you’ll be receiving extra credit.”

“I’d love that.”

Slughorn clapped his hands together, beaming. “Wonderful! Talk to me this Monday and I’ll get you two set up.”

You wandered outside to go to lunch when you saw Tom Ridde pushing a second year boy by the end of the hallway.

You sighed. “Tom, stop that right now.”

Tom looked back at you in loathing, while the second year looked at you like you were an angel.

“Why are you being so mean?”

“Listen, not all of us our y/n’s,” Tom seethed. “So I’ll just go back to doing what I want, and you can stay out of my fucking business.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the second year grab his dropped books and scurry away, a smile poking up at the side of your lips.

“What you think that’s funny?” Tom threatened, stepping closer agressiveley.

You met him, unmatched, with your chin held up high. “No. I think you’re jealous. Not to be conceited or anything, but I am a better wizard than you.”

Tom scoffed. “Please. I’ve been doing nonverbal spells since my fourth year.”

You glared at him, tilting up your head and not breaking eye contact. “Try my second.”

You lowered your head and waltzed away, swinging our book bag over your shoulder.

You heard Tom sigh from behind you. “What the fuck, y/n!” His voice echoed off of the castle walls until you turned your head back to face him.

“Next time try not to take your anger out on unsuspecting second years. It’s quite rude.”

Tom ran his hands through his hair and walke away, his shoes stomping on the ground.

“Would you get out of my way?”

After a very dull session of potions tutoring in the library, you made your way back into the green corridors of the slytherin common room. You spotted a head of black hair when a ray of light from the fire reflected off of it. The only other person in the room was small girl with her hair piled into two pigtails on either side of her face.

“Hey, pigtails,” the boy, who’s voice and manners immediately registered as Tom’s, snapped at the girl. She looked up, fidgeting in her seat. “Give me a quill. I need to do my transfiguarton homework.”

Most likely having heard stories about the menace that was Tom, her quickly handed him her only quill and bounded up the stairs to te girl’s dormitories.

“Wait!” You called, jogging up to her. “Here’s a quill.” She gave you a quick smile and headed back up.

“Y/n, y/n. Such a goody-twoshoes,” Tom mumbled loudly.

“I suppose I’m not the only one. You’re actually trying on your homework,” you said, sitting down next to him and glancing at his neat work.

Ignoring your comment, he continued to talk. “Why do you always like to rain on my parade?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Why do you like to torment first years.”

Tom sighed, continuing to scratch down his work with the stolen quill. “God, you’re never gonna let this go.”

“Nope. So why don’t you talk about it.”

You watched as his wrist tightened around the quill and the scratching got louder. “Drop it.”

“No I want to know.”

“Y/n...”

“Just tell me!”

Tom slammed down his pen in defeat. “Fine!” He yelled, until his whole body shrunk and his voice turned into a whisper. “Fine. I was always treated...differently. The other kids they don’t get what it really means to be surperior. So they took it out on me. Because I knew, because I came to school with my raggedy orphan clothes. And I hated myself for it. I hate myself for it.” A small tear - thin, just a drop - slowly cascaded down his defined cheekbone. B

“Because nobody understood,” you pondered. You had always found Tom quite - while very - attractive. But you had never seen him as a real person. Until now, which might explain what you did next. Gently, you took the quill from him and put it on the table. Not fighting, he looked into yours eyes, eyebrows furrowed and curious. You took his hand in yours and interlocked your fingers. Wincing, you looked back at his face. But to your surprise, he smiled. Not only that, but he placed his hand on your cheek and leaned foreword. You couldn’t think as he came closer and brought his lips to yours, and you felt like you had just stopped a migraine or woken up from a coma when he kissed you.

You put you fingers into his soft curls and felt as his hand gently slid down to rest on your waist. In a need for air, both of you pulled away and smiled. Something unseen passed between both of you, and peacefully, you rested your head on his shoulder and felt as if it was meant to be there.

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books--andt · 8 years ago

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A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J Maas Review and Spoiler Discussion!!!

Hey everyone!! Raise your hand if you read and devoured ACOWAR and loved every stinking minute of it! *raises hand 1231434241 times*

Ahh the long awaited ACOWAR, the third and final book in this trilogy. But have no fear! SJM has announced that she will be writing more books set in this world, just not from Feyre's perspective. I CANNOT WAIT YOU GUYS.

To give some thoughts for my non spoiler readers... Sarah J Maas is a queen. Her writing is liquid gold. The way she describes courts, weather, clothing--everything was just beautiful. The character development, for not only Feyre and Rhys, but for other characters as well was through the roof and truly, honestly, makes you wish these characters were real because they FEEl real. They feel like they are your own friends and family and I ended up caring deeply for every one of them. And don't even get me started on Velaris. I WISH I LIVED THERE!

Read this book. This series. Read EVERYTHING by the queen- SARAH J MAAS!

***SPOILER TALK AHEAD***

Hey spoiler peeps! SO! Where do I even begin?? Feyre begins her story trapped yet again in the Spring court. I have to say, I really, really despised Tamlin all throughout this book. The fact that he didn't understand that he wasn't making Feyre happy, that he was trapping her, and that she left on her own FREE WILL made me so angry. It wasn't until the end of the book when I actually was like, ok, he's learned, he sort of redeemed himself. We'll get more into this later.

Once Feyre and Rhys were back together my heart grew three sizes. They are just perfect together. They spoke a lot more with their minds, being Daemati, and I thought this showed just how close the two of them are.

I freaking love Nesta. I feel like if you were to tell someone this who has only read ACOTAR they'd be pretty confused, but her character development, and Elain's too was just stunning. I love how Nesta has this tough attitude about her. She's the kind of person who would say, "you can say mean things about me. But insult my family and friends? You're dead."

And don't even get me started on her and Cassian!!!!!!!!!!! I SHIP!!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!! I was dying at the end of ACOMAF when she was being forced into that cauldron and Cassian was crawling for her, and calling her name. And then I was bawling YET AGAIN when the same thing was happening at the end of ACOWAR, when Nesta is about to kill the king of Hybern, having summoned the cauldrons powers, but is stopped short when the king breaks her fathers neck, killing him, and her powers are snuffed out. Meanwhile, Cassian is laying at her side, crawling towards her, his wings snapped and broken, telling her to leave him, to run, and she tells him that she CAN'T leave him. Oh my heart. When Nesta positioned herself in front of Cassian and he held her back, I was CERTAIN that Hybern was going to kill them and I was NOT ready. I was nearly bawling at this point. But thank the Mother!!! Elain!!!! She is exactly as SJM describes her as; a flower child, with flora in her mind and a hobby for gardening. But then she comes up behind Hybern and BOOM! Stabs him in the throat-- with the blade Azriel gave her nonetheless! This just proves how she isn't just a bystander, how she has faced trivialities, and hardships, and losses, and it has shaped her into who she is. I'm not trying to say that you need to kill someone to prove your strength, god no, but it was just SO SATISFYING when she stabbed the king and then hisses into his ear, "Don't you dare touch my sister." I DIED. And of course, Nesta gives the final twist of the blade that severs the kings head from his body. Just fulfilling that death promise that she made with her vulgar gesture before being fully submerged in the cauldron in ACMOAF. Loved it.

When Amren betrayed Feyre I was pissed, but only because I didn't understand what Amren intended to do. For a second I thought Amren was going to completely turn on her, and say she was fighting with Hybern, and had been this whole time. But then we realize that she just figured out the only way to stop him and his army is if she is transformed into her original body, the one that would make her forget who Feyre, Rhys, and the others are. It was a sad reality, but one they couldn't risk not having.

AND RHYS. OH. MY. GOD. When he died.... I think all of us readers died a little inside too. But it didn't actually hit me as hard as when I thought Cassian and Nesta were going to die. And that is simply because I didn't believe that SJM would kill Rhys off like that. She's a dreamer, and a lover, and I just couldn't accept that she would leave Feyre to live her immortal life without her mate! Where as for Cassian and Nesta... It just seemed like that could actually happen. Thank the Mother it did not!

The part that really killed me was when Feyre realizes Rhys is dead and is shouting, begging, for the other High Lords to do something to, "BRING HIM BACK." I was a blubbery mess. Until Tarquin, the youngest of the High Lords, steps forward and says to him, "For what he gave. Today and for many years before." And he is the first to give him an ounce of his power. This was so touching to me because Tarquin had sent them blood rubies, had thought them to be liars and thieves. But he then sees that it is not who they are, that they want peace just as he does. When all the other High Lords gave their powers I was really holding my hopes high, that Rhys would indeed survive. But then Tamlin... I was afraid he wouldn't give up his powers to Rhys, and poor Feyre Darling was begging him saying she would give him anything. And then my heart just broke further when he said to her, "Just be happy, Feyre." This is where he redeemed himself for me. That he FINALLY sees that Feyre is indeed happy with Rhys, as High Lady of the Night Court. And while he is still bitter about it probably, and is a real man-bitch to Lucien, I'm happy he at least accepts what Feyre desires now, and helped her to continue her happiness. I also thought it was neat to see the High lords give their powers to Rhys, gently pouring a bit of their magical light onto his bare throat. We didn't see this in ACMOAF since Feyre was dead so it was neat. But one thing that I'm questioning is just the whole process...If the seven High Lords can bring back the dead, why don't they do it all the time? I understand for a mortal they would be giving away their powers as they did to Feyre and they don't want that, but for a High Lord... Well, Rhys didn't steal any of their powers. So basically, if they can do this, the High Lords can never die and will always be able to come back to life, so long as they all agree upon it...Interesting. Unless there are some rules about this that we do not know of yet.

When Rhys awoke and Amren too was returned to them- that shocked me! I was-and still am- surprised that not a single one of the inner circle died or was sent back to where they came from. I'm not saying I wanted any of them too, but it all just seemed so... perfect to have them all end up back together. While Amren no longer has her abilities she had before, she is now High Fae and can maybe learn to train and fight as they would- if she even needs it. I also have to admit, that while I adore the little romances, I kind of prefer Amren on her own. She is just so independent and bad ass, so while I liked her with Varian, I'm not sure I want them to be mates.

AND MOR!!! Tell me that scene where she comes out to Feyre didn't kill you on the inside, splitting your heart into 1000 tiny pieces???? It all makes sense. Why she did what she did with Cassian to avoid being married to Eris, why she could never let herself be with Azriel because while it would mean close to nothing for her, as it had with previous men she'd been with, it would mean a lot to him. It just made my heart grow. And what made it grow even more was Feyre's reaction. She let Mor speak, and gave her the absolute most respect, understanding, and acceptance. I especially loved that she told Mor she wouldn't tell anyone, not even Rhys, which is SO important, because a gay or lesbian person should have the full right to declare the time and manner of when and to who they come out. I love that SJM incorporates this kind of diversity in her books. We also have Thesan, High Lord of the Dawn court who is gay and mated to his captain. Then there's Helion, High Lord of the Day court, who is bisexual. I adored these characters and loooooved learning about the courts more and meeting their High Lords. I really loved the descriptions of the Winter Court; the white foxes wearing little vests, the white bears, the long blue overcoats with white rabbit fur at the trims. And of course, Kallias and his wife Vivianne. I really adored them too.

And then we have those three beautiful monsters. The Bone Carver, the Weaver, and Bryaxis. I was SHOOK when Feyre realized that the Bone Carver was being seen to her as her and Rhys' possible future son. SHOOK I TELL YOU! And when Rhys quietly asked what he looked like and Feyre showed him with her mind... *heart breaks 1213344123 more times*

I was sad when he died, surprisingly. I was never attached to the Bone Carver but... Just when Feyre said that she wishes that he goes to wherever it is he imagined, since he was so fascinated by death, and she sent a prayer to him... That part got me.

When Stryga, the Weaver died... Well I was sad but only because she was fighting for the good side. I think that character is so fascinating and creepy and just... That scene in the Weavers cottage in ACOMAF is one I'll never forget for sure. And when Feyre goes back there in ACOWAR, luring Ianthe and that other guy with her, omg SHOOK AGAIN!! Feyre knew not to close the door, knowing well it would lock, and pinned Ianthe inside while telling the Weaver she brought her dinner. What a vicious, deserving death for Ianthe. Good riddance.

And that poor Suriel... I wonder what it's name was. Feyre is honestly like a disney princess, having all the woodland animals like her and get along with her. She was so respectful to ask for Helion's cape and lay it overtop the Suriel. I feel like it is a debt that no other Suriel will ever not know of or forget. And their father!!! When he came with those ships, three of which were named after his daughters my heart was aching. It just bound their bond a bit tighter, since well, there wasn't really a bond between the four of them at all before. It showed that he is sorry for not being the father he wished he could be, but that he loved them dearly, and was now trying to make things right. He was not away on merchant business as they had thought, but had heard of the betrayal of the mortal queens and sought to find Vassa and Drakon and Myriam who Lucien then brought to the battle. When he died... I mean, I wasn't super connected to him, nor were his three daughters I have to say, but it was indeed sad, just because he was there, fighting for them, loving them even as they were Fae.

And Jurian?? Thank goodness he was on the good side. I'd like to learn more about him as well as Drakon and Myriam. Their stories weren't the most interesting to me, but still I'd like to know more!

While this book surely closed some ties- more so with Rhys and Feyre. I am SO happy they live happily together, laying over Velaris. Although I'm sure they will be facing a little more turmoil in the books to come. What with the mortal queens never showing up to war and all.

Gawd I wonder what's in store for us next??? I'm hoping we see more from the inner circle. I want to see Mor happy with a girlfriend, to have her father either accept it or just be completely thrown out of the picture (good riddance again) and to have Azriel know so that he doesn't think anything is wrong with him. MAN I loved him in this book. He's so shy and mysterious and just... *heart eyes* I also hope he finds a lover-not that you need a lover to be happy but... you know. I kind of like him and Elain together... Anyone else?? I mean, he gave her his SWORD!!!! TRUTH TELLER!!! I know that Elain and Lucien are mates and all, but I said in my review of ACOMAF that it seemed to come out of now where, and it certainly didn't seem to click into place in this book. Elain did not accept the mating bond, nor did she make him food, and she hardly ever spoke to him. If anything, I think they could be friends. Perhaps this will be an example of how the mating bond is not always right, since it's somewhat connected to bearing the strongest offspring, but there's waaaaaay more to a relationship than that of course. Maybe Lucien will find some other lover/mate? I've heard others thoughts of him possibly being with Vassa?? I wonder if Feyre will free her of her firebird curse; Firebird by day, normal female by night.

I also want to see what happens with Nesta and Cassian. Because I SHIP IT SO HARD, MAN. I also want to see if Amren and Varian do end up together or not. It did indeed break my heart when Varian was pleading with Feyre and Amren saying no to her going into the cauldron. But still... Amren is so strong and sassy she can be a bad ass High Fae all on her own without any man.

AND UMMM Lucien is related to Helion!!!!!!!!!!! It all makes sense... He doesn't look like any of his brothers or his father, and this would explain why his fathers and brothers hate him so much. His mother had an affair with Helion, who doesn't even know that Lucien is his son!! How will this play out??? Will Lucien find out somehow? Will he be told? Will Helion discover it?? ORRRR!!!!! Will Helion die, and then boom the new High lord of the Day Court is Lucien and he didn't even know.... THAT would be a shock for him to say the very least.

Also can we talk about the glorious fan art???? It's basically exactly as I picture the Inner Circle to look. Charlie Bowater is seriously talented. Her recent work has Cassian in a man bun-- Like Guys COME ON!!! *heart eyes x 1000* I seriously need the colouring books now, both ACOTAR and ToG. I neeeeeed themmmmmm.

And speculation on an ACOTAR movie??? I mean HELL TO THE YES but the casting would need to be spot on AND it would have to be really, really true to the books. Not holding anything back just to make it suitable for all audiences. War is bloody. War is brutal. It can't be toned down. And for the sexy time scenes well... Maybe it would be sort of like an HBO show ;)

WELL. That was a long one. I love Sarah J MAAS' books. I always thought I loved Throne Of Glass so much more... but now they are pretty even. I can't wait for the next instalments, although it is going to be VERY difficult to wait all the way until 2018 for them. In the meantime... Guess I'll just be rereading them and reading up on some theories for the latter books! What are yours??? I've read some theories for connections between the ToG and ACOTAR universe and it's mind blowing guys, mind blowing.

1000/5 Stars on glorious Star Fall in Velaris. *sighs* Now on to bingeing all the ACOWAR reviews, and perhaps buying an ACOTAR universe themed candle, while I remain in what may just be my largest book hangover yet.... although EoS did give me a huge one too.

What are your thoughts on ACOWAR? I'd LOOOOOVEEE to know and talk all about it! Send me a message or reply to this chat!

As always, thanks for reading.

- T

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carryonmyobscurialson-blog · 8 years ago

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A Credence Meets A Boggart fic - Gradence, Graves POV

Jesus I haven't written in ages! Ok, so this is in response to literally my own prompt? I would have just reblogged the post with it, but that would have made that post eons long as the post already had two great responses on it as well. So go check out the post/prompt, and get into the comments because like I said, two people have already done a take on this and posted it as a reblog.

As someone else said though, why suffer once when you can suffer -- err three times? :) I put some of it under a cut because this thing ended up longer than I expected. Enjoy!

Percival couldn’t believe it.

How? Why?

Had Grindlewald broken out?

He hadn’t heard anything. Tina had not mentioned a thing, and they were currently at her home. Having stayed the night at her place, he had seen her just hours before. She was not here now though, so it could be possible he may have broken in just barely. Serphina must not be aware, or she’d be calling everyone in right away. And yet, here he was, gazing at the physical embodiment of his own reflection once more. A man wearing his clothes.

His face.

Flashbacks, brief but sickening went through his mind. It all came back. Being locked away in some unknown cellar, bound and gagged as he watched a man who looked just like him walking freely about. Smirking, gloating, taunting. Bragging about all the time he was spending with…

Credence.

He was so shocked to see the return of his doppleganger, that he had taken a moment to notice the shivering humanoid lump on the ground before him. Credence was on his knees, once again trembling with fear. A helplessness that had only somewhat receded since Tina agreed to let her stay with him, back with a vengeance.

And not without good reason.

Grindlewald (?) looked menacing indeed. That same smirk twisted his lips. Within his hands lay a brown leather belt that looked similar to the one Credence used to always wear before Tina’s hospitality.

He had a hungry expression on his face. An expression that Graves had wondered if he had inadvertently used on Credence now and then, but different still. For there was no affection or admiration in his eyes -- only possessiveness and perhaps a bit of lust.

A hunger, to use him like the weapon only Grindlewald could see him as.

It won’t happen.

He had promised himself to never let harm befall Credence again.

No matter what spells he has to use, he thought as a green flash went through his imaginations eye.

He certainly knew he had the emotional motivation to do so, should he choose to.

He would.

Not just for himself, or for the good of the wizarding world.

But first and foremost must protect Credence.

Neither Credence or Grindlewald had yet to notice him. Thanks to his skill as an experienced auror, he had managed to stay hidden behind a doorframe, as he assessed the situation. In reality only a few seconds had passed since he stumbled on the scene. It felt like hours.

And now, finally, Grindlewald began to reach for Credence, who was still frozen in fear. Muffled sobs and apologizes coming from a bowed head.

No.

Graves jumped from his place, both panic and fury flaring. But before he could utter the unforgivable words on the tip of his tongue, another voice boomed.

“Riddikulus!”

A very many things happened very quickly.

Grindlewald had vanished. What was standing before Credence now was what appeared to be a niffler in a Mexican sombrero. Percival stared in confusion. Another moment later, the niffler scurried away and vanished.

Credence was still cowering, likely still afraid to look up. His shoulders still shaking. Percival began to stride towards him but just as he did, Newt simultaneously walked in through another doorway on the left side of the room. Percival looked at him incredulously. It was not unusual for Newt to be here, it was Tina’s home after all. But he still had no idea what on earth just happened, his emotions still in a flurry of anger, fear, and frustration.

Newt said nothing to him, but immediately went to Credence and knelt down by his side. Only when Credence felt Newt’s hand on his shoulder did he finally look up. Newt smiled at him gently and sadly, and he glanced in Percival’s direction briefly before saying, “I’m so sorry, Tina warned me there was a boggart that resided behind that shelf but I don’t think that anyone got around to telling you that, did they?”

Oh.

It hit Percival like a hard slap in the face.

A boggart.

Of course.

Tina had mentioned to him on several occasions that she had a boggart problem. It just didn’t exactly cross his mind when he walked upon the very scene he had been having so many nightmares over for the past month.

If the initial realization that it was a boggart and not Grindlewald had hit him hard, the next epiphany he had was nothing short of a sucker punch.

This had not been Graves’s boggart. Graves had just happened to walk in on the scene, after the boggart had already transformed.

This is Credence's boggart.

His greatest fear --- was him.

Percival came out of his reverie just in time to see Credence finally look up at him. The sight of his face made Percival’s stomach drop. Suddenly, he felt almost as sick as he had when he thought Grindlewald had broken out. The red eyes and the swollen lips were one thing. But the fear – the fear was palpable.

The fear. The doubt. The hesitation.

The question in his eyes: is that really you? How can I be sure?

How can I ever be sure?

Percival barely noticed he was chewing on his bottom lip. Newt was looking at the floor, and seemed to be unsure as to what to say. For once, he and Percival had something in common.

Actually, Percival wanted to say a great many things.

I’m sorry, for one. I’m so so sorry that this bastard not only had to drag me down, but that he brought you with me. I’m sorry that you thought I betrayed you so much, I became your greatest fear. You, who has already been through so much undeserved trauma. You, who should have been loved by everyone – a proper set of parents, some friends your own age…

Me.

But Percival has never been good with apologies. Hes never been good with emotions in general. Or expressing them. In his mind, he felt that there were no amount of "sorrys" that could ever make up for what happened. That could do justice to his guilt. Even a hundred of them felt like not enough. Like they would just be an insult.

So, knowing Newt would likely be kind enough to see to Credence and make sure he’s alright, Percival simply turned heel and walked away.

#credence barebone #percival graves #gravebone #newt scamander #gradence #fanfiction #fic #fantastic beasts and where to find them #harry potter #fbwtft #grindlegraves #gellert grindelwald #miiight do a crewt version next #tina goldstein #boggart

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