#but it's a well-known fact that he can be a bit of a diva and honestly that's probably why he and Aziraphale are such good friends

[xtra7s]

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 ★ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑

pairing: Renee Rapp x Reader

Synopsis: Y/N gets in a bit of trouble and Renee saves the day. Renee sees a bit into Y/Ns life beyond the act.

content: big warning for emotional abuse, manipulation, shit like that, drinking

word count: 2.9k+

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Renee's phone buzzed insistently, shattering the afternoon calm of her corner of the room. It was Adam, her manager, requesting an urgent meeting in his office. Curiosity gnawed at her as she navigated to the office, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. Inside, she found Adam pacing, an uncharacteristic crease etched between his brows. Beside him, Y/N sat quietly, her usual vibrant energy subdued. Y/N's manager, Connie, stood ramrod straight, radiating tension.

"Renee, thanks for coming," Adam started, his voice strained. "This concerns Y/N. We want you guys to finish writing, but..." He hesitated, glancing at Connie for confirmation.

"There's been a…development," Connie interjected, her voice clipped. "An unexpected turn of events that could potentially cast a negative light on you and Y/N if not handled delicately."

Confusion washed over Renee. Y/N is known for her diva posts and witty replies but rarely courted controversy. "What happened?"

Connie cleared her throat. "Well did you know Y/N went out last night?"

A memory clicked in Renee's mind. She'd seen a photo Y/N posted, posing with a few other people outside of a club, holding a goofy grin on her face. "Yeah, I guess. Why?"

"Well," Connie continued, a hint of exasperation in her voice, "turns out, Y/N here heard a guy talking about her friends, being –" she paused, her gaze flitting to Y/N, "Not very nice, and Y/N took it upon herself to shut him up."

Renee's brow furrowed. Y/N was passionate, that much was true but reckless? Unlikely.

As if reading her mind, Y/N spoke up, her voice surprisingly calm. "He was being an asshole running his mouth, I didn't do shit wrong."

Renee nodded in understanding. While Y/N was 'mainly' lighthearted, sometimes she gets intense. Renee would probably do the same thing.

Connie sighed. "Look, we appreciate your protectiveness, Y/N, but the backlash is getting intense. People are misinterpreting your intention, accusing you of just wanting to start a fight."

"So, what's the plan?" Renee asked, sensing the unspoken part of the conversation.

Adam leaned forward, his expression apologetic. "We need to do some damage control. Y/N will be taking a temporary break from social media for a few weeks. We'll have Y/N issue a statement clarifying her stance on it, and why it happened."

"But…" Y/N started, a flicker of protest in her eyes.

"It's for the best, Y/N," Connie interjected firmly. "This way, the heat dies down, and you can return with a clean slate."

Renee glanced between them, feeling the weight of the situation. While she understood the need for caution, she also knew Y/N thrived on engagement and connection. A forced hiatus might take a toll on her spirit.

Suddenly, an idea sparked in her mind. "What if, instead of silence, we used this as an opportunity?"

The room fell silent, all eyes fixated on her.

"Y/N could still use her platform, but with a different focus," Renee explained. "Instead of social media, she could create educational content – blog posts, videos, you said he was being an asshole right? what was it about?"

Y/N shrugs, slumping in her chair. "He was being fucking racist, homophobic, whatever the fuck. I'm not just gonna sit there and let my friends feel bad about that shit, it was supposed to be a fun night."

Renee nods, leaning in on the table. "Exactly so post about that shit. Captions being about your experience, shitty people, talk about the fact that its the 21st fucking century and people like that shouldn't fucking exist anymore"

Adam and Connie exchanged surprised glances. The idea was unconventional, but it held merit. Y/N's passion and reach, coupled with her genuine concern, could create a positive impact far outweighing the initial controversy.

"It's…different," Connie admitted, her voice softening. "But it could work."

Y/N's eyes lit up, a spark of her usual fire returning. "I love it! It's a way to turn this around, and make a difference while still using my voice."

A wave of relief washed over Renee. With Adam's hesitant approval and Connie's cautious optimism, the plan was set. Y/N wouldn't be silenced; she would be redirected, her voice amplified for a different cause.

The meeting came to a close, and Renee took a leap of faith. "Hey, Y/N," she began, "how about we continue working on the song over dinner? Maybe grab a drink together?"

Y/N, surprised by the proposal, hesitated for a moment before responding, "I've got plans tonight with friends, but you can tag along if you want."

Renee, intrigued by the unexpected invitation, agreed. 

Later that night, she found herself standing before Y/N, who looked radiant in a tight dress that shimmered like moonlight. Renee, true to her style, wore comfortable yet stylish pants and a top that showcased her confidence.

"Ready to get absolutely hammered?" Y/N asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Renee chuckled. "Always."

Renee couldn't help but be captivated by Y/N's presence. Her outfit was a perfect blend of chic and edgy, catching the play of lights in the club. The way Y/N carried herself spoke volumes – a mix of poise and a subtle hint of mischief. The club's atmosphere seemed to intensify with every step Y/N took.

Renee's eyes lingered on the way Y/N moved, effortlessly navigating through the crowd. The soft glow of the club lights accentuated the highlights in Y/N's hair, and the music seemed to harmonize with her every move. There was a magnetic quality to Y/N's presence that demanded attention, and Renee found herself unable to look away.

The Beat was alive with energy. Music vibrated through the air, pulsing with a rhythm that invited movement. Y/N led the way, greeting friends with warm hugs and introducing Renee with genuine enthusiasm.

The pulsating beat of the music echoed through the crowded club as Y/N and Renee navigated the lively atmosphere. Tonight was different – a blend of work and leisure as Y/N had invited Renee to join her and her friends. Among those friends was Y/N's boyfriend, someone Renee had heard about but never met.

As they approached the group, Y/N's smile widened. "Renee, meet Jake," she said, gesturing towards a man with a polite smile and slightly awkward demeanor.

"Hey, nice to finally meet you," Renee greeted, extending her hand. Jake shook it, his eyes flickering with a mix of nervousness and uncertainty.

Throughout the night, Renee couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Jake. He seemed distant, his eyes often wandering, and his responses to Y/N's affection were lukewarm at best. As the trio conversed and shared laughter, Renee observed the couple, sensing an underlying tension.

At one point, Y/N excused herself to grab drinks, leaving Renee alone with Jake. An awkward silence hung in the air until Renee decided to break it.

"So, how long have you and Y/N been together?" she asked, trying to initiate a casual conversation.

Jake hesitated, his eyes darting around as if searching for the right words. "A few months, I think." he replied shortly, avoiding direct eye contact.

Renee's instincts heightened, and she couldn't ignore the unease settling in the pit of her stomach. Y/N returned, handing them their drinks, but the atmosphere remained strained.

As the night progressed, Renee couldn't shake the feeling that Jake was hiding something. His behavior became more erratic, and he seemed increasingly uncomfortable in Renee's presence. Observing this, Renee grew concerned for her friend, unsure whether to address the issue or wait for Y/N to bring it up herself.

Despite initial nerves, Renee quickly found herself swept up in the welcoming atmosphere. Y/N's friends were diverse and accepting, and their energy was contagious. Soon, laughter and conversation flowed freely, forging new connections between them.

The club's vibrant lights danced over the energetic crowd, and the music reverberated through the air as Y/N, Renee, and their friends enjoyed the night. However, things took an unexpected turn when Y/N's boyfriend, Jake, abruptly pulled her away from the group, a few tables down.

Renee couldn't help but notice the sudden change in Jake's demeanor. His face wore an expression of hostility, and as Renee discreetly observed from a distance, she sensed tension building between the couple.

Curiosity got the better of her, and Renee discreetly made her way closer to the commotion, keeping a safe distance but close enough to catch snippets of the conversation.

"Why do you always have to hang out with her?" Jake's voice carried a harsh edge, his frustration palpable.

Y/N, clearly caught off guard, tried to maintain composure. "Renee? She's just a friend. What's the problem?"

Jake's eyes flashed with anger, and he gestured toward the friend group. "I can't stand being around her. It feels like a threat. Are you trying to make me uncomfortable?"

Y/N, bewildered and defensive, responded, "Jake, she's just a colleague. We're working on a project together. It's not personal."

Renee, hidden in the shadows, felt a mix of concern and disbelief. She hadn't anticipated the depth of Jake's unease, and the scene unfolding before her raised alarm bells.

As Jake's voice grew louder, Renee debated whether to intervene or give Y/N some space. Before she could decide, Y/N's eyes met hers, a mixture of embarrassment and helplessness written across her face.

Renee chose to step in, approaching them calmly. "Everything okay here?" she asked, injecting a hint of hostility into her voice.

Jake shot her a venomous look, his anger directed toward Renee. "Mind your own business, Rapp. We're fine here."

Y/N, caught in the crossfire, attempted to mediate. "Guys, let's calm down. Renee, it's fine. We'll talk later."

As Renee reluctantly retreated, she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that Y/N's relationship had taken an unexpected and troubling turn. The strained atmosphere lingered in the air, leaving Renee grappling with the realization that the music of the night had unexpectedly hit a dissonant note.

Trying to shake off the uncomfortable encounter with Jake, Y/N made her way to the bar, seeking solace in the rhythmic beats and the clinking of glasses. The dimly lit ambiance offered a momentary escape as she took a few sips, trying to drown the unease that lingered from the heated conversation.

Determined to salvage the night, Y/N joined her friends on the dance floor. The pulsating music enveloped them, creating a temporary sanctuary where worries could be momentarily forgotten. However, the tension from earlier still loomed in the back of Y/N's mind.

After a few energetic dance routines, Y/N decided to face the lingering issue. She approached Renee, who was now chatting with another friend and pulled her aside, away from the pulsating beats.

"Hey, Renee," Y/N began, attempting to sound nonchalant. "I just wanted to let you know I'm heading out with Jake. It's been a weird night, but I hope you enjoy the rest of it."

Renee, sensing the underlying tension, nodded and offered a supportive smile. "Sure thing, Y/N. Be safe, we'll catch up soon."

As Y/N disappeared into the crowd with Jake, Renee couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something wasn't right. The club's lively atmosphere continued around her, but a sense of unease lingered. Renee wished Y/N well silently, hoping that whatever turmoil existed in Y/N's relationship would find resolution.

With a sigh, Renee turned back to the dance floor, determined to immerse herself in the music and the joy of the night. Yet, in the midst of the celebration, a lingering concern for her friend colored the remainder of the evening. The dance floor pulsed with energy, but Renee couldn't shake the feeling that the night had taken an unexpected turn, leaving a discordant note in the air.

The night stretched into the early hours as Y/N and Jake returned to her house, the once vibrant energy of the club replaced by an unsettling tension. As they stepped through the door, the atmosphere shifted, and Jake's demeanor darkened.

Without warning, Jake started a fight, his words cutting through the air like shards of glass. He criticized Y/N for spending time with Renee, accusing her of purposely making him uncomfortable. Y/N, taken aback by the sudden escalation, attempted to defuse the situation.

"I don't understand why you're so upset," Y/N pleaded, her voice quivering with confusion. "Renee is just a friend, and tonight was supposed to be fun."

Jake's response was cold and manipulative. "You're always so sensitive. Can't you handle a little criticism? Maybe if you weren't so emotional, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

As the argument intensified, Y/N's attempts to reason with Jake only seemed to fuel his anger. He twisted the situation, placing the blame squarely on Y/N's shoulders. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt the weight of the conversation.

"You're the one overreacting, Y/N. This is all in your head," Jake sneered, dismissively waving off her tears. "Stop being so sensitive, we wouldn't have these problems."

Y/N, overwhelmed and emotionally drained, couldn't comprehend the sudden turn of events. She felt trapped in a web of manipulation, her attempts to communicate met with hostility and blame-shifting. The tears fell freely now, a mix of frustration and heartache.

As the night wore on, the toxicity of the situation lingered in the air. Y/N's home, once a sanctuary, now felt like a battleground of emotions. Jake's manipulative tactics had left scars on the night, and Y/N found herself questioning the foundation of her relationship.

In the quiet aftermath, Y/N was left to grapple with the emotional aftermath of the night, hoping for clarity and resolution in the days to come. The echoes of Jake's harsh words lingered, a painful reminder that sometimes the deepest wounds come not from external forces but from those we hold closest.

In the hushed aftermath of the argument, Jake's anger continued to cast a shadow over the room. Y/N, emotionally drained and vulnerable, found herself on the receiving end of a twisted attempt at reconciliation.

With a feigned sense of remorse, Jake approached Y/N and gently touched her shoulder. "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to ruin our night," he said, his voice laced with insincerity.

Y/N, still raw from the earlier confrontation, hesitated but yearned for a semblance of normalcy. As Jake leaned in, he pressed a kiss against her forehead, attempting to use physical intimacy to mend the emotional wounds he had inflicted.

"Let's just go to bed, okay? We can talk about it tomorrow," Jake suggested his words designed to manipulate Y/N into submission.

Caught in the confusing web of emotions, Y/N reluctantly agreed. The facade of normalcy seemed appealing, and the exhaustion from the night's events weighed heavily on her. As they lay in bed, a palpable tension lingered in the air, overshadowing any sense of true reconciliation.

Jake's actions, though masked in the guise of apology, left Y/N grappling with the unsettling feeling that something fundamental in their relationship had shifted. The room, once a sanctuary, now felt like a silent battleground where emotions were suppressed and genuine connection eluded them.

As she changed into her pajamas, Y/N's phone buzzed on the nightstand. With a curious glance, she saw a message from Renee.

Renee: Hey, you okay?"

Renee's message felt like a lifeline in the midst of the emotional storm. Gratitude washed over Y/N as she replied,

Y/N: Hey, thank you for checking in. I'm fine."

In the quiet darkness, Y/N couldn't shake the nagging doubt that this night would leave an indelible mark on her perception of Jake and their relationship. As sleep claimed the world around them, Y/N lay in the stillness, contemplating the complexities of love and the blurred lines between sincerity and manipulation.

As Y/N lay in bed beside Jake, her mind refused to be silent. The events of the evening replayed like a relentless loop, casting shadows over her thoughts. As she stared into the darkness, her mind involuntarily shifted towards Renee.

The contrast between Jake's manipulative behavior and Renee's genuine concern became starkly apparent. Y/N couldn't help but imagine how different it would be if Renee were in Jake's place – a realization that weighed on her heart.

Renee, with her kindness, understanding, and the support she offered earlier, seemed like a beacon of comfort in comparison to the storm that had engulfed her night with Jake. Y/N began to entertain the idea of how Renee, with her genuine nature, would be a far better partner, someone who valued communication and mutual respect.

In the quiet of her thoughts, Y/N couldn't help but imagine a relationship where trust was the foundation and where vulnerability wasn't met with manipulation. The idea of being with someone who cared for her well-being, as Renee had demonstrated, felt like a balm to the wounds inflicted by the tumultuous night.

As the night lingered on, Y/N found herself caught between the reality of her current situation and the fantasy of what a healthier, more genuine relationship could be. In the gentle embrace of these thoughts, sleep slowly claimed her, carrying with it a dream of a connection that transcended the toxic dynamics that had tainted her evening.

[supercalime]

all those interviews are fun even with hardcore stans speculation but god i wish they kinda stopped.

like, stop having stans interviewing actors in the first place, what do you mean they talk about couch theory? are we even serious right now? it’s obvious people are going to create even weirder hc after all these interviews.

I understand the interviewers (to a degree) bringing up b*ddie and baiting Oliver and Ryan to “leak” information or address how they are defenders of the ship, as it obviously makes dramatic headlines, which causes engagement, which advertises the show and by extent the website/reporter that did the interview.

Just a bit off topic but it has to be said: most of the interviews are borderline unprofessional. Not just with the aspect of bringing up b*ddie when the recent storyline has nothing to do with eddie but also relying their questions on stereotypes about the queer community (someone unironically asked Oliver who’s buck’s favorite pop diva now that he’s queer. Like wtf).

Anyway, going back to the mess haha. I’m not surprised the stans are acting this way (I’m very new to this fandom but not to fandoms and their discourses). I’m sometimes very invested in media and there are times I do extrapolate and need to touch grass. Sometimes I feel like people who are this invested in a fictional relationship that’s not even canon just need to find a different outlet for intense feelings, and not rely on things that are out of their control.

Of course fan reaction can influence a story being told, however fans have to also know how to approach it while being respectful. In all honesty, if I were writing a show and I finally went with a storyline I wasn’t allowed to write before because the network previously denied, and that was how the fans of a ship reacted, I would be pissed. I think I would not have b*ddie be a thing out of spite.

The bi!buck/bucktommy storyline is a huge step forward for a tv show in this scale. In fact, I can’t remember other procedurals that have as many queer main characters as 911/911 lone star. It’s been said, but a story about this very masculine man that has been known as a womanizer figuring out he’s bisexual well into his thirties and in the seventh season of a very popular show that is not part of a specific niche is important and should be celebrated on its own, regardless of ships or whatever the fans have to say about the partner choice.

But let’s be real for a second as I end my little essay here. If you know a single thing about writing, you know you can’t just throw a love story without buildup and as hard as it is to accept, the interactions between buck and eddie seemed to have always been ambiguous on purpose, and buck being maybe into guys was more played off as a joke. I know the fans want the ship to happen, but if they want this love story to happen, they gotta be patient. Just commenting “we don’t like this. We want buddie!” on an ig post about tevan won’t make the story suddenly turn into that direction.

What I’m saying won’t change anyone’s mind but whoever reads until the end, I want yall to know that unfortunately every fandom is like this and we gotta try our best to stay out of the discourse cause in all seriousness: none of this matters. It’s a show and arguing about it, bothering the actors, commenting annoying things on ig won’t change anything.

[the1trueanon]

I FINALLY GOT THESE DONE HERE WE GO:

ACTOR AU SAGE!!!

Fun fact! Actor AU is currently the only WH AU to have a version of Sage instead of Rosemary! :D

Her intro stuff is really long, so I'll put it under the cut (AAAA IM SO EXCITED TO SHARE HER)!!

So, for the Actor AU, Sage actually isn't an actor at all! She's a singer and songwriter who has pretty recently (like, within the past year or two before meeting the WH cast, maybe?) become very popular. Sage's personality and music draw a lot of inspiration from AURORA and MALINDA -- songs that tend to have a lot of deeper meaning behind them. She's eccentric and honestly a bit weird, but she's most known for being open and honest about herself and her music, and for being very caring and sweet. She's able to immediately connect to people and help them see different points of view, which is part of why she's gotten so popular with both puppet and human audiences.

Wally, of course, doesn't really trust it, considering how he thinks and what he believes. He assumes she's probably just another attention-hungry diva, thinking they're the shit, using the whole "lets all be best buds!" schtick to sell out. So he doesn't really pay attention to her or what she does too much, besides taking note of her rising popularity.

That is, of course, until he meets her.

Due to Sage's rising popularity, the show executives decide to have her come on the show as a sort of guest star. Wally doesn't really like this, but they're able to negotiate him to at least try it out for an episode and they'll decide what to do after that. Wally reluctantly agrees, but he's not too optimistic about it. He's really just expecting another one of those "rising star" types, y'know? (Which, fair enough, when you consider what all he's probably had to deal with in his time, plus the fact that all he's probably ever seen or heard of her is in interviews, and he puts on an act well enough for his, so.)

I have a whole actual comic planned detailing this that I'll hopefully finish and get out soon (sitting and writing comics is hard when you have near-zero focus QwQ) but essentially he's outside, before filming for the first day of this, just to get air before having to go back in and start directing things and getting ready and she approaches him and just starts talking with him. And he has no idea who the fuck this is??? (Honest to god, he'll never admit it now but he thought she was an intern or something at first XD) But slowly he goes from just answering her shortly to actually participating in the conversation?? And not just a "how's the weather" sort of thing, but like. Actual deep conversation, about what he's doing out there and talking through a little bit of the stress and stuff. And eventually he kinda like, comes to and realizes he's been talking way too much about way too deep stuff and he's like "hold up who tf are you again?" Which is about the same time her manager (who has been named Savannah and she's also a sweetheart) comes out looking for her and before Sage heads in she fully introduces herself to him, and he's just. Stunned. Absolutely blown away.

Here he was, expecting some diva he'd have to give the shake down to, but instead he's met with just. A girl. An honest, strange, caring girl.

This continues throughout that week of filming, Sage subverting every expectation Wally previously had of her. The whole time he's just more and more startled by Sage and who she is. Her whole team is super sweet and she obviously has very deep trust in them, and jokes with them like friends. She treats his staff with utmost respect (which, admittedly, makes him act on his best behavior every time she's around. He doesn't wanna look bad in comparison XD). She seems to genuinely enjoy her time there and what she's doing. Even more than that, Sage honestly has a very poor filter, so she talks a lot about everything lol, but it can be good! Because this is how Wally learns about her drive to create and how much she genuinely wants to bring people together. He finds out that really, the two of them have very similar visions, just for different audiences. Later, he and the executives and director and stuff are all discussing if they wanna keep doing stuff with her and her team and he's just immediately like "Yes. Absolutely. She has a similar vision to me. We either keep doing stuff with her or I'm personally helping fund her, capiche?" and they're all like "👀Got it" XD

And then, of course, there's her music. Which, after that first day of filming, he searches up as much of as he can and listens to it. And is again absolutely blown away lmao (there's another little comic idea I have for this too hehehe but its much shorter than the other one)

And thus begins Wally's journey of self-improvement, led by Sage's example /j XDDDD

ANYWAY HRGHRGHRGHRHGR THATS ALL THE EXPOSITION IMMA GIVE HERE CAUSE THATS A LOT AND THERE'S STILL A TON MORE STORY IN MY BRAIN BUT AUUUGGGHHH I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS AU (also Frills, I have no idea what spell you've put on me with this thing but I have never made such cinematic art before O-O don't stop XD)

As always, Welcome Home belongs to Clown (partycoffin) and Actor/Diva Wally and the Actor AU belong to the wonderful @frillsand!! 💖💖💖

[color-cacophony]

I was going to make a Big Official Review Post about Rayman in the Phantom Show but I don't really have enough complete thoughts to make something comprehensive and organized, but I still want to share some points from my experience with it so uhhh without further ado, here's a bunch of thoughts on what dazzled me and what I thought could have been done better.

Here I go...

I'll start with the stuff that bugged me first because I don't like to end on a bad note:

I think the biggest issue is that giving the player the option to complete each set in any order diminishes the opportunity to have a linear story. Without a series of events building up to the finale, the actual climax doesn't feel as grand or substantial as it should be (it definitely feels like a few lines were cut from the moments before Phantom's first verse with how abruptly it starts). It would have felt more immersive to see actual scenes of the heroes trying to play their roles and have more varied quests based on puzzles or even characters and dialogue (like the search for Sweetlopek's stolen axe), all whilst gradually putting the pieces together that they were led into a trap.

Speaking of putting the pieces together, it would've paid off to have Beep-0 learn from his own arrogance in the past instead of repeating his assertion that he knew what Phantom was up to all along. That part made me kind of sad because I really like Beep-0 and it seemed like they were setting him up to eventually become less uptight and more open to admitting his mistakes, which would be more satisfying and obvious!

As we all know, Beep-0 isn't the only one who repeated himself. I remember an exchange I had with @randomrabbidramblings about our predictions for what would happen in the climax; they were hoping the final showdown with Phantom would not be redundant with his first encounter, having the same battle gimmick as before. Unfortunately that is, in fact, what they ended up doing. While framing it as Phantom being unoriginal or making a callback helps it a little bit, ultimately it made me feel let down (although I love Beep-0's delivery when he reiterates his line from Kingdom Battle. he means business).

As for the aftermath of the battle, I want to know where Phantom went. There doesn't seem to be any sign of him anywhere in the studio. It's really odd, given how this was supposed to be his grand comeback (alongside Rayman, of course), but we don't get even a simple explanation of what happened to him after he was defeated for the second time, unless I missed something. I presume this is his last major appearance in a game (unless they decide to do something completely different with him in the distant future??? wishful thinking but not ruling it out!), so it's a strangely underwhelming and mysterious send-off to our beloved ghostly diva. I would have been bummed that we didn't get lore paintings for him, but the memory entry summarizing his surprisingly short-lived career actually made me laugh and honestly, the thought of him only releasing one album and becoming so well-known just because he's notoriously a huge jerk and a producer of incredibly terrible films is so in-character for him.

Another choice I found unusual was the lack of any explanation as to how he got his voice back, since it's been established that he screwed it up by overdoing it. Although, they must have dismissed it knowing that not everyone is going to find the mural containing the only source of that detail. His voice could have healed over time anyway, but it just doesn't entirely make sense that they don't acknowledge it at all (I did see @bramble-scramble 's post mentioning a detail @randomrabbidramblings pointed out where a gramophone can be seen in a box in the studio's control room and it is supposedly the one Phantom replaced with a new one when he messed it up, but even if that's true, it's still a bit easy to miss).

I understand that a lot of these issues were due to restraints since it's only a DLC and they could only fit so much in, but that goes to show that this concept is a little too big for a DLC, but not quite big enough for a full game.

Now, for the things I loved...

I must give massive props to the artists and animators for taking reference from multiple Rayman games and essentially making the pinnacle of his goofiness. Rayman was HIGHLY entertaining to see (and listen to, thanks to David Gasman) and very lovable in this! And the way his dynamic with Rabbid Peach and Rabbid Mario changes up until the end where he becomes friends with them and realizes that he can work with the Rabbids now instead of against them it's just 🥺 awgh... It feels cheesy to talk about it but it really does make me happy now that Rayman has a chance to be an equal to the Rabbids and have something resembling a mutual understanding.

I appreciate them bringing back characters from the main game and giving them their own sets. Fittingly enough, it's like a curtain call for the final installment of SoH.

The return of Beep-0's swearing. SERIOUSLY IT'S SUCH A SMALL THING BUT IT DELIGHTED ME

The studio's lobby is gorgeous. Absolutely STUNNING I love all the details and the music notation motifs on everything.

Honestly the rest of this is just going to be me gushing about Phantom hehehe...

First of all, I was completely awestruck at the decision to give him a swing/jazz sequence because I love the aesthetic of the whole sassy big band musical number kind of thing so when I saw that Phantom was going to do that I went INSANE. The animation in the song sequences is absolutely top tier. Phantom is ALL OVER THE PLACE, very charming, very energetic. The swing bit made me realize just how unbelievably coordinated he is. Like when he's zipping and spinning around the stage and it doesn't affect his singing at all? Holy crap. Then, I went even MORE insane when rock/metal Phantom showed up. I would have wanted a verse in that style too, but I get that it was cut because it would mess up the pacing of the battle.

I love Phantom's inability to contain his excitement at the start of the battle, his annoyed lines when you destroy the lights, his smug remarks even when he's taking damage. He's just so- I'm just gonna say it- so freaking cute in this! His line deliveries in general made me fall so hard for him, especially "were you EVER a thing, Rayman?". The way he drops his voice sounds so cool...

Regarding his abilities, I thought they were going to explain why he could turn people to stone in Kingdom Battle, but they simply took that detail away. I don't have a big problem with this, as the Stone Deaf ability could have been part of the Megabug's influence (and it makes him at least a bit less OP lol). I'm also satisfied to finally know that he can indeed phase through things like any other ghost and isn't limited to just teleporting.

His death acting has definitely improved since last time, in that it's silly and makes me smile instead of just making me feel embarrassed lol.

So uummmm yeah that's all the noteworthy stuff I can think of! Overall I thought the DLC was delightful during my playthrough, but after I finished it I felt kind of sad because it just didn't feel "thorough". However, given that Sparks of Hope generally improved on so many aspects from the last game, I'm confident that they'll keep adding and experimenting with more characterizations and scenarios and make something even better if they decide to continue with Mario + Rabbids. And even if they don't, we'll always have the amazing fans to continue the story and put even more wonder into this wild crossed-over universe!

Anyway, thank you for reading through this highly disorganized rant/gush! And while I'm at it, thank you to everybody in the Mario + Rabbids community for making such amazing art and just being here to share our love for the series. That means thank you to @randomrabbidramblings @bramble-scramble @salamifuposey @hostess-of-horror @phandrow @pastelprince18 @critterzone13 @hostdoozy @majorpepperidge and more! You guys are super cool and I appreciate you even though I've never directly interacted with all of you, hehe. I suppose all I have left to say is goodnight, so goodnight/day everyone! Until next time I decide to dump more nonsense onto your dashboard :D

[starfallchampion]

Alola! My name is Lucky, I’m a professional Pokémon trainer and retired Champion from, you guessed it, Alola! I’m Galarian by blood, but we moved when I was younger so my trainer journey formally began here. Yes, I am that Champion who dealt with the Ultra Beast crisis — I’m open to questions about it, so long as they’re not like “does it still keep you up at night?” Answer being yes, of course it does. In fact, if you have any questions about anything and everything battle-related, shoot them my way! Not only am I a seasoned trainer, I’ve also been travelling the world for quite some time now with my siblings, beaten a few gym circuits and given a couple evil teams what-for! I’ve seen people and Pokémon of all stripes from everywhere you can think of, so I like to think I’m pretty qualified!

If you’ve ever followed me and my journey as Alola’s Champion (fun fact: I was the first official champ in Alola!) you’ll know my strategy has evolved and changed a lot over the years. I can’t tell you what it actually is for obvious reasons, but you should know by now it’s super effective (lol). My ask box is always open, so please, ask away!

More information about me:

I started this blog at the suggestion of my partner! Partner as in romantic human partner, not my partner Pokémon lol. He and my siblings may post occasionally and if they do please do say hello!

I split my time between a lot of different regions for work reasons so I’m oftentimes extremely tired because of the jet leg on top of a sleep condition I have. For my physical issues I have a few Mons to support me that don’t battle, so they’re not very well-known in my ‘lore’ as some people call it.

Since I was a teenager and the Aether Foundation Incident happened I haven’t had very much privacy, so I’m very private about my life and my Pokémon outside of a battle context! I’ll probably still post about my non-battling Mons and my family + my partner, but not beyond what we’re up to generally.

My sister is studying very hard to be a Pokémon professor, so if she gets anything wrong, please don’t be afraid to correct her! Just be gentle, she’s still learning lol. My brother on the other hand will probably be reblogging a lot of Dark-type content, especially Umbreon stuff. As for my partner, he’s busy with work and me a lot of the time, so he’ll probably be a rare sighting on this blog!

Now, let’s meet the team shall we?

Neptune, a Primarina and my starter Pokémon! He’s a very loyal companion and loves getting everyone soaked in a stadium even when he’s not using his Z-Move. The best way I’ve ever seen him described is ‘a tank with a tail’ in a review of one of my matches.

Venus, a Sylveon with an axe to grind. He’s a bit of a diva but he’s extremely obedient in battles, so don’t be fooled by his attitude when you see him with me in interviews and such — he’s a sweetheart, he just doesn’t wanna admit it.

Bolt, an Alolan Raichu that is everything one would expect of his species lol. He’s a bit airheaded, one may even say he’s a klutz — but nothing and no one stands a chance against his megawatt smile!

Marian, a Ceruledge that has a strange knightley thing going on. I don't know when it started or what started it, but he's very chivalrous to all those around him, human or Pokémon! A relatively new addition to the team as he joined me while I was doing the Paldean gym circuit.

Bedsheet, a Mimikyu; there is a story behind her name. She made a disguise out of bedsheets and curtains the first night I had her. I was staying in a motel. Thankfully I managed to pay back the damages with all the wins she brought me. If I had to sum her up in a word: cheeky.

Tricky, a Golisopod that put me through the ringer as a Wimpod to catch her. She’s very sweet and loves to hang out by the beach. She’s a bit of a tank like Neptune, but she packs a punch too! She was my trump card for a while there.

Obviously as I’ve implied I have quite a few more buddies than this, but that’s my most frequent lineup as of now. For the rest you’ll just have to keep an eye on my battles. >_0

I think that’s everything! Thank you very much for reading and I look forward to every interaction we may have! :D

OOC INFO:

Hello hello!!! I’m Spooky, but I go by many names on my different blogs (Lovely, Cyril, Cerule, etc.) and likes and follows will come from my main @spookycrownblaze! Just want to knock a couple things out the way b4 I really begin with this blog!

First things first, no NSFW. Lucky and Grusha are adults but Lillie and Gladion are not. It’s not appropriate for this blog, nor am I comfortable with it.

I have no experience with any of the mail systems so I won’t make a call until I’ve had some experiences with them! So, tentatively, I’m accepting all kinds of mail for now.

Lucky is my self insert for the Pokémon world basically KSAKJLD he’s entirely based on my experiences playing the games!!! He wins 99.9% of his battles because all his Pokémon would be lvl100 + max friendship in the games as that is how I roll!!! If I don’t steam roll thru all my battles I am losing /j (oh and also I know nothing about the Pokémon anime so I’m working off game canon the majority of the time)

As you may have gathered by now, part of this blog is an established OC x canon relationship! If you don’t fuck with that, totally cool, please exit stage left. If you do, hey hi hello welcome! Thank you for restoring my faith in humanity a little! I’ve always known fandom to be pretty nasty about it, so it’s really refreshing to know some people are chill about it.

That said, I also work off my own canon, in which SM/USUM happened years ago and Lucky was the player character, except he was in his mid teens (15-16ish) and became a sort of older brother figure to Hau, Lillie and Gladion! It's kind of A Lot but to summarise: they saved Alola and all they got was this dumb shirt (intense PTSD), Lusamine is dead because of the Nihilego thing so Lucky functions as Lillie and Gladion's guardian as well as their older brother, Lucky has an extreme fear of Ultra Beasts and some physical scars from his battles with them but he kept a couple that proved they could behave themselves, being the oldest kid that emerged from the rubble of the Aether Foundation Incident Lucky is a bit of a celebrity for both good and bad reasons and Hau is the current Champion in Alola! He took over for Lucky when he retired a couple years ago and Lucky made him get a manager and assistant immediately after he took the position.

Lucky and Co. (Lillie and Gladion) mostly travel now! Along the way they just so happen to occasionally get roped into the plot of some other games. Lillie and Gladion do most of the talking, Lucky does most of the serious battling and gives any young trainers they meet advice. He also may or may not have beat up a few evil team grunts as opposed to battling them out of frustration.

Obviously don’t feel forced to interact with this blog if you don’t like any of the aspects of it or if you just don’t like the lore I personally work off for my character! I will not be hurt, I will not know — I get why. I am a slut for canon divergence and I love making fun overly powerful OCs with the cruellest nerfs I can think of. In Lucky’s case that’s just my sleep problems and Trauma™ JKDSJGLS

That is all!!! I feel like I yapped a little too much but I want anyone interested to have some context for this blog and its characters even if I feel So So Cringe laying it all out. Might post Lucky’s ref sheet at some point idk. My little eepy champion dude. THANK U FOR READING!!! ENJOY :D

[angel-of-hunky-doryness]

The Conflicts of Disney's Hercules (Part 1): Meg vs Hades

Long post y'all.

I promised my diva of a sponsor to get to this and since my last post gained steam, I thought I'd finally talk about one of my favorite Villain vs Heroine conflicts in Disney's canon. This will be a bit of a mini series as I break down and explore the conflicts in the movie, think Hades vs Zeus vs Hercules, Hercules/Hades vs the Fates, etc. As I continue the series if you have a suggestion for one you want me to deep dive I would love to hear it!

That's the fun part about Tumblr, the opportunity to hear voices and begin discussion about little things no one mentions in a 20+ old film. Also, bare in mind I will be exploring other Disney films eventually, but I've just spent too long digging in the Hercules trenches i can't help but gush about it even if it is far from my favorite Disney film.

Also fair warning ahead of time but there is a CW in one section of this post that can be easily circumvented if you so wish. There will be a space and *** symbols to indicate when it starts and when it ends as we discuss some dark themes and symbolism.

Now on to the evening's entertainment!

The history of Disney hero(ine) vs villain goes all the way back to Disney's very first animated film: Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. In this film, we are treated to a classic clash between good vs evil with well-established background that fully explains the animosity the Queen has towards Snow White and to a lesser known extent of myself when I was 3. However, keep in mind, the Queen interacts with Snow White through indirect sources like the Huntsman and when the Queen disguises herself as a hag.

To summarize in case you haven't seen the movie, Snow White finally gets to the ripe old age where a person can finally be considered fair, which I suppose is 14 years old. The queen gets so frazzled her hair falls out and turns white and ages about seventy years or something.

Anxiety, hits at every age y'all. Even for the wickedly beautiful.

And so ensues the assassination plot of an abused princess who manages to escape and finally gets the love and life she dreamed about for so, so long.

The reason I'm using Snow White as a jumping off point is because we have the very first example in Disney's canon of a deal being offered to an otherwise naïve young girl.

And that naïve young girl accepts out of her own volition, no forcing, no pressuring, at the end of the day, taking a bite of a poisoned apple or in Meg's case taking Hades' hand sealing both Heroine's fate.

Now, while Disney's Hercules touches on how Meg got ensnared in Hades' plans, let's review what we do know:

Meg was at the end of her rope when her ex died. So much so that she was willing to do anything to get him back, and she meant it. While we do not know exactly how healthy Meg and her ex's relationship was before his untimely demise, the fact that her Ex ran off with another girl soon after tells me a lot on what the relationship was really like. It wasn't as steadfast or true as Meg had previously believed.

Oh yeah, weird side note, but we're completely ignoring Twisted tales: Go the Distance. Yeah, way to go. You took away Meg's chance to shine and connect with an unspoken minority in the audience. Do you know how many friends of mine found so much connection with Meg because she had been in a prior abusive relationship and still found love despite all the trauma she went through? Meg's iconic. Having Hades be the reason her ex took off is such a dumb move. I don't think he was that invested in her personal life to ruin it even further just to mess with her. He could care less, he's focused on taking over Olympus rn.

Anyway, tangent over.

So Meg's whole life revolved around her ex, and she was willing to put in the sacrifice and effort to be with him, but he snubbed her. The movie is very clear that the reason Meg is so cynical when we meet her is b/c she used to be a very openly sweet and loving person back when everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. And in that period, when she was so enamored with this Joe Schmo, she was probably starry eyed and saw everything in rose-colored glasses and thus didn't see the red flags of this chump. But she grew up and learned from her mistakes, but in a path that stopped her from ever trusting or loving someone else.

It's interesting, but Meg's ex comes up again at least referenced in I won't Say(I'm in Love), in the line:

"I thought my heart had learned its lesson..."

But when Meg sings that line, do you know what part of the garden she's in?

***CONTENT WARNING: R*pe. We will be discussing the setting of where I won't say (I'm in Love) takes place and picking apart at the various statues littered about in the Greek courtyard.

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Now the garden is filled with statues of lovers and other symbols of love, but some that are not examples of love, specifically ones that revolve around scenes of r*pe.

The reference to her ex by the aforementioned lyric is when Meg's surrounded by scenes of r*pe: We have a centaur carrying off a lady and a satyr chasing after a girl. A common theme in greek myths, and I can't help but feel this was intentional on the writer's part. They are shouting and screaming at us that Meg's ex was a bad dude. Why would the only reference to her past dating life be when she's surrounded by the only sexually perverse imagery in this entire scene? Of males taking advantage of women? Carrying them off when they are not at all interested based on their body language?

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I think that's why when Meg and Hades talk after her fake dating AU with Hercules their whole conversation is filled with so much substance. The song pushes so much character development for Meg that it enables her to face her trauma head-on and accept the past and still have the courage to move forward and try again with this budding new relationship now that the Muses helped support her- as her back-up chorus and her conscience lol.

But there's still one problem. One overhanging problem that's give or take 7 feet tall of abandonment and anger issues, permeating with the stench of sulfur and brimstone.

When the song ends, Hades almost immediately appears in the most on the nose way. By ripping apart a pair of young lovers as he emerges from the Underworld like the extra edgelord he is.

Thus begins my favorite scene of the movie. Songs don't count.

Now we've seen Meg and Hades interacting before and I will touch upon the scene after Zero to Hero later, but its poignant to get to the only time they really have a true clash first. The garden scene is the first time Meg is facing Hades as a heroine and not a reluctant minion.

Gosh, I love it when a girl goes feral, and Meg goes all out here. The interchange between Meg and Hades is written so tightly and neatly, everyone is dripping with so much character I just adore it.

But the most ironic part that isn't given much thought is why Hades says his most iconic and memeable line:

You bet this line is hilarious, but look at Hades' expression in the gif before. The exaggerated eyeroll, the sagging shoulders of disbelief as Meg is full of so much love and hope she almost forgets who's she's saying all this to.

The irony of Meg gushing about Hercules to Hades is this: Meg and Hades have had this exact conversation before. But now the guy in questions isn't her ex, it's Hercules.

And this time around, Hades is done beating around the bush and pretending everything is hunky-dory. Last time, he was fine with her going on about her ex and gushing about how "great" of a guy he was b/c he just wanted to take her soul. Hades probably had to fish her Ex out and knew what kinda guy he was once he read his record. In fact, I'm willing to wager, Hades has had multiple women similar to Meg who had done the same as her for some deadbeat.

And that's why Hades comes across as so annoyed by her being back in the same position.

Didn't she learn her lesson? Hell, even Hades knows guys can be pigs. And a small part of me has always wondered if his annoyance is also springing up b/c he knows that Hercules is a son of Zeus. While I don't think Hades ever had a soft spot for Meg- went lenient with her, etc, I can't help but wonder if Hades saw Hercules as someone who got around like Zeus and had a reputation like Zeus' other sons, ie, Apollo, Hephaestus, and even Hermes(yes Hermes had a lot of kids with tons of women). So Hades might legitimately be trying to warn her. I mean he's about to set her free, he's trying to pass on some good advice here before he disappears from her life

Btw, Ares is the only son of Zeus and the only god in Greek mythology who ever had a 100% confirmation rating of consensual relationships.

Be like Ares.

As the scene continues to play out, we start to see that as Meg continues to resist Hades' attempts for her to spill about Hercules' weakness, we see Hades for the first time lose it at Meg instead of his imps.

What little control Meg thought she had in her servitude comes crashing down and I think it's at that moment she realizes how much Hades had been holding back or really how good he was at pretending. He had been manipulating her into thinking she had a platform/control in her life. When Hades takes off his mask and Meg realizes when he had "convinced" her to seduce Hercules in a classic Samson and Delilah situation, it was never her choice. And now she's second guessing if Hades really intended to free her for the information she was undercover for.

He has all the leverage in the world after all.

That's why despite the threat Hades made on her life, she doesn't budge one bit. B/c she loves Hercules more than her own safety. And Meg triumphantly declares to Hades that he lost b/c Hercules can't be beaten b/c of his lack of weaknesses.

Only to realize too late that Hades possesses far more emotional intelligence to understand what's going on. Villains who understand that love is a motivator for people and don't dismiss it as a stupid chemical imbalance are some of my favorite. Not only does Hades understand that if someone like Meg had fallen so quickly then the other party had to have been a genuine person who sought her in the same way she wanted to seek him. Sure, he's taking advantage of it, but he's been around enough to know how much love can be used against people.

And I think that's why when Hades finally meets Hercules, old flame head decides to spill the beans to Hercules about Meg and her role in Hercules' downfall.

Yes, he wanted to hurt Hercules and taunt him and torment him with thoughts on how deep Hades and Meg's relationship went, but he did so to hurt Meg too.

Her show of loyalty to Herc was the last straw and Hades wanted to make sure she could never salvage a relationship with him for her slight against him. But also doing it in a way that broke her spirit and put her in a terribly guilty position that she would feel so undeserving of being with Hercules right as she is freed by him. And ensuring that she never faces Hercules again- maybe split town so she could avoid being harmed, idk.

And that makes Hades revealing Meg's complicity all the more personal. Bc Hades knows how much Meg wants to love and be loved again.

So when a powerless Hercules crumbles beneath Pain and Panic's taunting we see the first time this stubborn, hard-hearted girl cries. Not for her sake, but his.

We have seen throughout this movie that Meg and Hades have the most conflict, the most interactions, and the most character heavy scenes in the movie. They are very similar characters. Both are awfully cynical and sarcastic, both want to be free from some higher power's hold on them, and they're both bitter, bitter people who hate how their lives fell apart at the hands of someone who didn't care for them: Zeus and Joe Schmo.

Now, I'm going to backtrack and move to the Hades scene right after Zero to Hero.

Here, we get another facet of their relationship.

Hades finally realizes that he'd been sending so many beasts after Hercules, so to not be labeled insane, this time around he decides to send in a beauty. *Insert Susan Egan played Belle on Broadway joke here*

Which let's be real, should've been his first approach based on who Herc's daddy is.

But Hades doesn't try to convince Meg with yelling and screaming like he does with the boys, instead, he levels with her. Homeboy puts all his cards on the table, but does so by first empathizing with her and reminding her who helped put her in this situation.

For one second of this film, Hades shows some degree of humanity. And that is super scary. Out of the disney villains, Hades displays a huge, huge depth of emotional intelligence. I don't think any other villains compare and that's what makes him such a compelling villain. Most villains don't have that, and his ability to read the room and know how ppl work that really explains how he's able to manipulate ppl so easily. Even someone like Meg who's been putting up with him for quite a while was persuaded by him. And he does it by turning off the used car salesman persona and acting like an empathetic human being, albeit a flamed hair one.

Maybe that's why he doesn't bark orders to her, he has to appeal to her to let her be more agreeable for a better success rate. Or maybe Hades really is one of the few gods who uses consent.

When I first watched this movie as a kid I never saw the implications of Meg and Hades' relationship until I got older and watched the movie Casino (1995). James Woods, the voice actor for Hades, plays a pimp and that had a kind of whiplash for me when I realized why his role in Casino felt eerily familiar. In Meg's first scene, Hades had sent her out to recruit a centaur knowing full-well that centaur's really dig chicks. We all remember a certain statue in Meg's iconic song, I'm pretty sure the writers knew what was going on.

And that has some super dark implications right there about what Hades expected the scenario to come to and why he sent HER of all people to recruit Nessus without some kind of backup. Whether you agree on my analysis about this is something I really won't argue about. I don't personally see Hades as a pimp, but he does take on characteristics of one mostly b/c of his conman persona since they are rather similar in their manipulation tactics.

Just thought I'd put it here to give some food for thought and since I don't want to make a post on it.

In the end, after reviewing the most important scenes between Meg and Hades you can start to understand my perspective of why the conflict, the clash, and the antagonism feels the most vivid when its centered on Meg vs Hades. Far, far more so than Hercules and Hades ever had. And dare I say it? Even more than Zeus and Hades.

We only get the implications of Hades and Zeus, we don't see them at the forefront.

Everything boils down to Meg. In fact, b/c Hades drags her in, b/c she saves Hercules when he was powerless that Hades ever had the slightest chance of winning, but on the flipside, so did Hercules. If Hercules had remained a deity, he would've been lounging about too along with his parents and unprepared for the oncoming attack.

Throughout this film, Meg grows from being an unwilling participant to someone who's willing to risk it all, overcoming her fear and trauma to get the band back together to save Hercules and ends up helping him get his powers back. So it wasn't so much Hercules' actions that save the day, but Meg's.

At the end of the day, the conflict between Meg and Hades has always felt like the central conflict in Hercules more than what Hades vs Hercules was ever like. Every scene, every biting interchange, its quite obvious the two had a heated past and I can see why some ppl have shipped them even if I personally never did.

It's why I really don't see Hercules as the main character. After zero to hero, we start to lose focus on him since he has no bearing on the overall plot of stopping Hades. To me, Meg has the most growth, the most courage, and the best development in the film and that is because of how well she works as a foil to Hades, the film's antagonist.

If you made it this far, thanks for sticking around.

It's been a real slice.

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic - "The Oregonian"

Originally posted on June 23rd, 2008

Story - Iván Mas Edits - Jana Illa Translation - Rafael Polanco

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wada sez: This is the first of three strips created by Iván Mas which were rejected by Mosaic editorial for whatever reason—in this case, because it has neither original artwork nor a comic-strip format. I’ve been a little unsure about what the hell to do with these rejected strips, because there’s no good place to put them; I’ve actually already shared one of the rejected strips as part of this archive, as part of the behind-the-scenes material for “Shogun”, which it appeared to have evolved into. The core stylistic idea behind “The Oregonian” would similarly evolve into another strip by Iván Mas, which is coming up in just a couple of days, so as a prelude to that strip I’ve decided to share the other rejected ones now. If you think this is giving Mas’ work undue precedence, all I’ll say is that TFNation this year I got talking to a chap about Mosaic and one of the first things he said was something like “I just remember those strips by those Spanish dudes. Those rocked.” So there. The idea here is pretty similar to that used in Dreamwave's first Generation 1 series, for an in-universe newspaper article; this one's set in Sunbow continuity, before the Transformers become public knowledge. The meteor which splits in two is in fact the Ark and the Nemesis, the Autobot and Decepticon spaceships locked in mutually-assured destruction. The loss of fuel at the oil rig is down to the Decepticons, as it's the one they raid in the very first episode of the cartoon. "I. Sam" is an anagram of "I. Mas", while the other namedrops are his usual collaborators: "Carlos O" being Carlos Oliveros, and "R. Yáñez" being Rafael Yáñez. I've no idea who "Philip Theblack" could be a nod to, though. See below for a preview and a machine translation of Mas being an absolutely massive diva in the deviantART description for this piece. Never change!

Well, this Mosaic has been rejected for being "unclassifiable" because apparently Mosaics have not been made from photos .....

That is to say, they haven’t taken photos, they have been filtered by photoshop and have been put inside squares, apparently not .....

Sure ... according to this rule of three, this is not valid, because .... is not a comic page, of course, it can not be a splash page of an open newspaper ... with some leaked pictures ... of course....

And it is not a page with a commemorative illustration with 50 robots ....... of course.

So sorry ... I can have a mosaic about the movie, a sappy one, a black and white one, a landscape one, a couple of Japanese transformers, and some other etc. .... but not one that is a photomontage, ... because of course ... as you can see I have tried, but I have tried with a justification and a style ... obviously I refuse to take photos of the dolls in pose and filter them for obvious reasons ...

Anyway, this makes me think about finishing several mosaics, a bit "experimental", that why not?

why not ... I think they could be good ... because I say ... why limit ourselves to make a simple and plain comic page ?! why not try other things that fans can be attracted to or like even more than a simple page which we lose 2 minutes to look at ? why not push boundaries and media ? .... well ... because it is not possible, because apparently there are unwritten rules and known only by a few privileged people, that being said by the way ... could make them public to know what to expect and why not ... save us the time.

So they would be "UNCLASSIFIABLE" ... but personally I think that for a long time categories should have been established for each one to be more identifiable, so I do not see why there could not be one where it says "Unclassifiable".

So it gives me the sensation that some limitations are marked, I do not understand very well because .... I suppose that it will be the best thing.

Well in short, as they command to keep your head down, this is the result.

In any case Jana and Rafa did a good job, although perhaps there are people who do not appreciate it, I imagine why, but I prefer not to say it, congratulations and thank you!

[writeronartblock]

So uh, ProSeka Royal Scandal AU?

I've had this idea for a year or two now? But never really did much with it. Mostly due to lacking motivation and time constraints, but I wanna write this down somewhere before I forget it. I thought, "Eh... I have a Tumblr account now, why not use it?"

So here it is, a detailed list of things about my Project Sekai Royal Scandal AU!

CW: heavily suggested TouKasa (this is specifically for the Touya Tenma hc havers)

The whole inception of this AU started with the thought, "Proseka RoySca collab when??" Then cut to 2 hours later, and suddenly I have an AU I just made. With some characters assigned, here are those roles.

1. "Chelsea" / Alicia - Tsukasa & Saki

Saki Tenma, known as "Stella" to patrons, Bar Masquerade's Golden Diva. Tsukasa Tenma, known as "Sirius", an accompanist who plays piano when Stella is on stage

It all started from the "Chelsea" MV, this one MV and my desire to make a TouKasa fic based off of it. It fits well, don't you think? Which then expanded more and more and now I have this...

Originally, Tsukasa was supposed to be the only Chelsea, because why would I need two characters to fill in one role? And this was fine until I had to think about who would be best as Rosetta. And thinking about it more, the gender difference is just, too big of difference to ignore entirely or try to work around. So I shifted the roles a bit and landed with Saki also being Chelsea.

This makes it so that Tsukasa covers more of the romance between Chelsea and Lewis (with mv's like "Bitter Sweet", "Chelsea", and the like). While Saki covers Chelsea's job as a diva and her relationship with Rosetta (REVOLVER and BULLET).

2. Lewis - Touya

Again, all of this started as a TouKasa AU, of course I had to! It's pretty self explanatory as well, Tsukasa-Touya childhood friends? So are Lewis and Chelsea, the MV for Chelsea is also gorgeous and just, pretty fitting for what I have in mind for TouKasa.

3. Rosetta - Ena

I remember it took me a while to actually decide who would be fit to be casted as Rosetta, mainly because most of the Proseka cast are too nice to attempt a murder against a former friend. I started with Shizuku because she's one of the only few childhood friend character that has a connection with Tsukasa, but immediately backtracked because (although I can kinda see it) I don't think that's something that Shizuku would do.

So I picked Ena instead. Her general attitude and personality is perfect for her to be casted as Rosetta, especially with the plotline of her getting jealous of Chelsea because of her popularity as the Red Diva (and also, shitty dad). And I had already thought of putting the next character as Sven first before putting someone as Rosetta, so that helped with the picking process as well.

4. Sven - Mafuyu

Yeah, this one is very self-explanatory. In BULLET, we get to see a sliver of Sven's childhood and its.... bad. He lived his life as a doll with no emotions or control for himself, being controlled by his parents with no regard of self-expression, sounds familiar?

5. Prince Albert - Rui

And this one is also very obvious. With Tsukasa filling in as Chelsea for more of the romance in RoySca, it only makes sense that I make Rui be Albert.

6. Other character's (Side charas and Antagonists)

Lightning Round! Just a few thoughts that are in consideration, but I quite like it so I'm putting it on the list.

a.) Olivia and Alam - Kohane and Akito

As you can see, I actually do have some characters I've casted for Olivia and Alam, but this is still put in consideration because... Was there a reason for me to cast Kohane and Akito as Olivia and Alam? No, nothing really valid honestly, I kinda just ran out of characters from the main cast to use (and the fact that I also really like AkiKoha). Besides, Akito being all love struck and Kohane pulling out a gun would be pathetic and cool (respectively), right?

b.) Aylmer

WE KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THIS BOY!!!! The only few things we do know of him are from a few cameos he had in some mvs (notably Bitter Sweet, where he looked really scared when Rosetta pulled out a glass bottle to attack Albert with) and his character info on the RoySca website.

Despite that though, I am thinking about putting Honami as Aylmer, based off of what we have

c.) Lilian, Kevin, and Rebecca (and Bar Masquerade overall)

I had landed with Ken-san as Kevin and an older than the main cast An as Lilian, just to help fill the roster with more Project Seki characters. But that leaves Rebecca still empty, and honestly, I don't know.

d.) Matt, Harvey, and Catherine

I'm kinda playing around with the thought that maybe the Virtual Singers can be the antagonists. The ones I have in mind are Miku as Catherine, KAITO as Matt, and Len as Harvey. I don't know about who the rest could be though...

And that's all I have for now. If you have any ideas, feel free to share if you want! Thanks for reading

[cdyssey]

Hard Candy Christmas

Summary: After their holiday dinner, Melissa and Barbara ensure that a tipsy Jacob makes it home safely.

CW: Father-Related Trauma, Alcohol Usage/Mentions [Tipsiness], Suggestiveness

AO3 Link

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“Hey, kid,” Melissa says, clapping a firm hand on Jacob’s shoulder, “gimme your keys. I’m gonna drive ya home tonight.”

It’s not a question in her blunt voice so much as it is an indisputable fact. She’s taken pity on the poor bastard, and he’s coming with her whether he likes it or not. 

Besides, she probably owes it to him for being a bit of a diva earlier.

(When it comes to all things Barbara Howard, she’s never been entirely good at sharing.)

(Or maybe more accurately still, she’s entirely too good at sharing her best friend with others, and their annual Christmas feast is the one time when she’s never had to.)

(So she'd been selfish about the dinner.)

(Because it had blindsided her—utterly killed her—for Barbara to turn the one thing they do for themselves every year into a charitable act of Christianity for Jacob… and another paradigmatic moral lesson for Melissa.)

(Of course, though, she supposes loving Barbara Howard is always a lesson in morality, a matter of discipline and restraint, of never once saying exactly what she means. It is religion, loving Barbara. It is a set of strict laws that she dutifully follows. It is divine and holy worship. It is guilt and it is occasionally pain.)

Anyway, she feels like she’s gotta make somethin’ up to someone.

Barbara. Jacob. God.

Maybe she’ll kill three birds with one stone by doing this.

“Meliiiiisssa,” the younger teacher drawls, laboriously lifting his head from where he’d been resting it on one of the round tables. He’d apparently had a little too much wine—(approximately a single plastic cup)—and now his pale cheeks are flushed, his curly hair stickily plastered to one side of his head. “You don’t have to do that. I can just call a Lyft.”

“Hell to the no,” she replies, fondly shaking her head. “I wouldn’t trust one of those even if you were stone cold sober.”

It’s less a dislike of Lyft than it is a long-standing belief that no one’s safer than in her own car with herself behind the wheel. The only person she’ll ever let drive her is Barbara, and that only started a couple of years back when she needed someone to take her home after her root canal. 

No one else, though. 

(She’s got a slight thing about being in control—or, at least, having the probable illusion of it.)

The kindergarten teacher, who’d been helping Mr. Johnson sweep the floor, pauses mid-chore and leans on the long handle of the broom, resting her chin on top of her neatly clasped hands.

“And sober you’re clearly not, sweetheart,” she adds somewhat unnecessarily, smiling at both of them from across the room, angelic in her pearl-studded sweater, visibly pleased that Melissa is making an effort.

“Lightweight,” Mr. Johnson snorts from the floor, where he’s dutifully holding the dustpan. 

“But how will you get home?” Jacob asks, tilting his head at Melissa quizzically. He looks as though he’s trying to solve an incredibly hard puzzle that’s already missing a few of its pieces. In hindsight, she should have known that the little string bean can’t hold his booze well—he’s, like, ninety pounds soaking wet and has the overall constitution of a clumsy kitten.

“Eh, Barb’ll follow us and then bring me back to the school once I’ve dropped you off.”

She shrugs at Barbara only half-apologetically.

Sorry.  

But she receives an emphatic nod in response, one that more or less says, No, no, we’ve got this.

And she reckons that they do.

For all of their incessant moaning and groaning, they’re not entirely heartless bitches. Neither of them plays around with their kids’ wellbeing, especially when it comes to making sure they get home safe and sound. It’s the perpetual teacher in them.

It’s their fundamental inability to not care. 

“So keys,” she repeats, holding out her hand and making an impatient gimme motion. “Now. Before I wrestle them outta your pocket.”

“You wouldn’t,” Jacob winces, his eyes widening comedically.

“Boy, have you even met Melissa?” Mr. Johnson asks incredulously. 

“Oh, she so would,” Barbara laughs, nodding vigorously at the same time.

And Melissa only smirks at them both, her cheeks pleasantly flushed.

She feels so seen.

—

Jacob’s car is a tiny ass Honda Civic that’s hard to get into, but it’s clean and it smells nice, and she can just maybe endure listening to show tunes for a fifteen-minute drive. With the Civic's indisposed owner safely deposited in his own passenger seat by the combined efforts of herself, Mr. Johnson, and the grace of God, Melissa cranks up the car and smoothly pulls out of the tiny school parking lot. Jacob attempts to give her directions—(“you turn right at the capitalist enterprise that is otherwise known as McDonald’s”)—but she tunes him out and lets the sexy British GPS woman on her phone set them straight. Twin flashes of light in the rearview mirror let her know that Barbara is closely following, likely singing along to Nat King Cole’s Christmas album and incorrectly referring to him as John Ford Coley in her head.

She smiles softly at the image.

Her work wife is such a dork…

“Youuuu’re so kind, Melissa,” Jacob sighs dreamily, mentally pulling her back to the car she's currently driving instead of the one behind them. He's reclined in his seat, his hands neatly folded on top of his stomach. “And pretty. Has anyone told you that you look pretty tonight?”

“Just you and Barb,” she chuckles, her smile deepening at the mere memory of Barbara’s arms around her neck this morning after they exchanged Christmas presents. Barbara had somehow managed to get her an autograph from Jalen Hurts, the Eagles quarterback, and Melissa had immediately joked about buying Barbara a vibrator, nearly causing her friend, a perpetual prude, to choke on her own spit. (She had, in fact, bought her and Gerald tickets to a fancy schmancy dinner show sometime next week. She just thinks it's fun to make Barbara blush.)

They’d laughed and teased each other and enthused about their beloved annual holiday feast, as was their wont, but at the end—just before the first bell rang—Barbara had gently held her by the forearms and said, “Melissa Schemmenti, you look like an absolute Christmas gift today.”

She had tucked a stray curl behind Melissa’s ear then, her knuckles just ghosting the exposed column of her neck, but even this barest touch was electric, unraveling her delicate nervous system and turning every dendritic ending into a firework bursting along the length of her arms— burning her and enlivening her and killing her and saving her.

She is uniquely hurt by Barbara Howard’s touch, and oh, fuck her sideways, she is simultaneously healed.

And swallowing deeply, she had prayed to God—for surely the hundredth time, the thousandth—that she would stop having inappropriate thoughts about her happily married and assuredly heterosexual best friend. 

(Granted, she’s pretty sure that homoerotic pining is not God’s area of expertise.)

“Well, people should tell you more often,” Jacob says firmly, lifting a wobbly finger in the air as though he’s pontificating something. “I think everyone should be told that they’re pretty at least once in their life.”

When he doesn’t receive a discouraging reaction at this lofty proclamation—(she's too distracted by the thought, the memory, the tangible absence of Barbara)—he continues in a singsong voice. 

“You’re pretty, and my boyfriend’s pretty, and Janine’s pretty and Gregory’s pr—“

But Melissa comes to her senses quickly enough and cuts him off as nicely as possible, ninety-nine percent sure that he’s about to just go through his goddamn contact list. 

“Yeah, buddy. I know,” she laughs, simultaneously exasperated and endeared—as she so often is with most of the younger staff at Abbott. “Everyone’s pretty. You’re pretty yourself.”

It’s not hard for her to say at all, even if she's just doing it to shut him up. Jacob’s a good kid, and she likes him. Hell, she just told the camera crew that she loved him earlier today and actually meant it. Melissa’s not the type of person who doles that word out carelessly after all; when she l-words someone, she feels it so intensely, down to the atoms of her soul. She loves fiercely and deeply, with every available inch of herself. But she’s been betrayed far too many times—especially by the people whom she thought never would—to not be somewhat economical with the expression.

So when she says she loves Jacob, it means something.

It ain’t just an empty aphorism.

It is a rare and genuinely bestowed trust.

When she glances over at him at a red light—perhaps to offer him a fond and crooked smile—she’s surprised to see that the kid is frowning harshly, his eyes overly bright in the crimson wash.

“My dad doesn’t really think so,” he says quietly, staring upwards at the ceiling of the car. “That’s what a lot of the fights were about when I used to go home for Christmas…”

He trails off, seemingly collecting his thoughts or perhaps unwilling to continue them, and Melissa can only stare at him—at a rare loss for words—until the light turns green again, and Barbara's impatiently honking behind her. She presses the gas pedal a little harder than she should—(resisting her road-rage instinct to flip her friend a quick bird)—and reluctantly returns her attention to the road.

“Oh, yeah?” She finally asks, restlessly tapping her thumbs against the steering wheel. It’s an implicit invitation for him to go on—perhaps the first she’s ever extended to the school’s resident over-chatter. Jacob talks so much over the course of a given school day; it is only now, in the relative quiet of this tiny car, beneath the implicit understanding that the younger teacher is in a rare state of vulnerability, that she realizes that this may be the first time he’s ever been honest.

He's always so perky, often getting on her and Barbara’s last damn nerves when he hovers over them in the lounge.

But she supposes that cheesiness can be a well-worn facade too.

“Dad wanted me to be a lawyer like him, and I became an elementary school teacher,” Jacob finally sighs, his voice achingly dull. “He wanted me to play baseball in high school, but I joined theatre. Wanted me to stop spouting what he called ‘liberal crap’ and vote like a real man… and, um, well, I guess he wanted me to be a real man in general.”

“The hell?” Melissa immediately recoils, already of half-the-mind to go beat Jacob’s dad up with her blowtorch. She wouldn’t even use it for its intended purpose. She’d just straight up clock him on the head with the fuel canister. “You are a real man. Whatever the fuck that means anyway.”

A man ain’t a man just because he’s got an extra digit between his legs in her humble opinion.

And it’s not about him likin’ football or cars or beer either, even if she enjoys men who do like those things immensely. 

A man’s a man if he says he’s one.

Point blank.

End of story.

“Not the way he wanted me to be, though,” the kid laughs lifelessly, now swiping the heel of his hand across his eyes. “My mom usually stood up for me, but I didn’t like making her feel so stressed out at Christmas, so a couple of years ago, I just stopped going back…”

This revelation, far more awful than she had ever expected and all too familiar to her at the exact same time, collects like a horrible bruise upon Melissa’s sternum. She knows what it’s like to have a distant and disapproving father, a man with her eyes looming over her shoulder, never there and always around—neglectful when he did decide to drunkenly darken the doorstep of the six-child home he had so carelessly created and the leering voice in her head when he was gone. It hurts her to know that Jacob has experienced the incisive wounds that only a shithead father can inflict. She wants nothing more than to pull the car over and crush him into the biggest embrace that she’s ever given the boy, wants to hug the hurt all out of him—but Barbara is close on her bumper and the apartment apparently isn’t too far away—so she settles for reaching over to place a hand on her young colleague’s arm where it’s resting on the console.

“Fuck your dad,” she says firmly, grit in every blunt syllable. “Fuck him in his loser eye.”

If Jacob reacts to these choice words, she doesn’t see it, determinedly focusing on the black ribbon of road stretching out in front of her. However, she guesses that he’s pretty affected by the way that his next reply is delivered in a voice that’s three octaves higher than usual. 

“Um, strong words for a man you’ve never met before!” He laughs, half-hysterical, and it’s far too clear to her that he’s doing his damnedest not to cry.

“And I mean ‘em all,” she huffs without flinching. “There’s nothin’ wrong with ya, kid.”

A slight pause as she mulls on that statement and decides that it categorically isn’t true.

“Well, I mean there so totally is—but in the good way,” she amends thoughtfully (and rather loudly, so he doesn't go about getting the wrong idea). “In the way that makes you just as fucked up as the rest of us at dinner tonight.”

She dares to look to her side then, peeking long enough to see the confusion furrowing the young teacher’s brow. It was a vulnerable admission, and she supposes she’s never shared one of those with him before.

But if he can be honest about his bastard dad—which takes a hell of a lot of guts—then she can at least give him this.

She can at least give him the true meaning behind her and Barbara's Christmas.

“Huh?” He sits up abruptly, his mouth slightly parted in a comic “o” of surprise, and she glances away again, doesn’t really like looking people in the eye when she tells them how she really feels.

“The truth is,” she explains evenly, “none of us at that table have all too many good memories of Christmas either. My family’s bonkers as hell." Understatement of the year. "Barbara’s in-laws drive her up the wall." And Gerald, bless his heart, doesn't know how to help her out, always a bit of a pushover when it comes to his aging parents and siblings. "Mr. J’s family ain’t close by, I guess. So we all know the tune to that one Dolly Parton song.”

“‘Hard Candy Christmas,’” Jacob says automatically. 

“Yeah, that’s the one,” she chuckles, unsurprised that he knows it. “And so when Barb and I started this tradition decades ago, we resolved that we’d never have a Hard Candy Christmas again—not when we had this. Not when we had each other.”

Melissa doesn’t regret that last sentence, but she has to admit, it’s not the straightest one she has ever uttered in her fifty-nine years.

Which tracks, really.

“So, uh, anyway,” she squeezes Jacob’s arm once before finally returning her hand to the steering wheel. They’re nearly there, and she's about all-honestied out for one fifteen-minute car trip; candor's never really been her strong suit after an entire lifetime of fearing that someone will use it against her like a knife. “You’re part of the club now, buddy. No more Hard Candy Christmases if ya stick with us.”

It's a ridiculously saccharine thing to say, and she can practically feel her Uncle Vinny rollin' over in his grave at his favorite niece ever becoming a soft touch, but when Melissa hears the kid sniff somewhere next to her, her heart melts all over again—as it so easily does. 

She loves the kid, and that means something.

“Thank you, Melissa," he smiles at her with big, watery eyes. "And Merry Christmas."

“Merry Christmas to you too.”

—

After she and Barbara make sure that Jacob is safely in his apartment, the two of them clamber back into the latter’s sedan, shivering violently from the cold. 

“S-sweet baby Jesus in the morning,” Barbara stutters as she twists her keys in the ignition with fumbling fingers, “I was absolutely not built for this weather.”

“Southern wuss,” Melissa quips, though she’s not much better herself, encircling her jacketed arms around her chest tightly, her green scarf coiled around her neck several times over. Her liquor coat has long been shrugged off, and thirty degrees just feels like thirty godawful degrees again, icing the marrow of her aching bones. She sighs in relief when the car’s heat finally kicks on, and she holds her ungloved hands against the right-side vent, rubbing them together, clinking her various rings.

“Oh, give me a Louisianan winter any day,” Barbara sighs dramatically as she backs out of the lot, briefly placing her arm on the head of Melissa’s seat to better peer over her shoulder. “I can endure the humidity, but the cold just aggravates my arthritis...”

“Yeah,” she returns somewhat perfunctorily, a little bored of the weather conversation—now idly staring out of the window. She sees Jacob’s Civic where she had parked it as they slowly roll by, the license plate that unfortunately says NAMAST3 illuminated in the golden glow of Barbara’s headlights.

It’s a good reminder.

There’s something she’s been meaning to do.

“Sorry that I volunteered ya for this little excursion,” she offers softly, even though she’s well-aware that she’s already been forgiven. She just likes to say her apologies aloud in the same way that she likes going to confession twice a year—once around Christmas and then again at Easter. Naming her copious sins always seems to make her feel a little better about having committed them in the first place. “I know you hate night driving.” 

But Barbara only carefully shakes her head without looking away from the road. Ever a dutiful driver, she clicks on her turn signal as she prepares to pull out of Jacob’s apartment complex and back on to the main road, even though no one’s really around to see it.

“We had to make sure that boy got home alright,” she shrugs like it’s obvious—and perhaps a little redundant even—and she supposes that it is. They’d already said as much to each other in the wordless conversation they exchanged back in the lounge. “Goodness, he almost got run over this evening! I wouldn’t have objected to bubble wrapping him after that.”

“Dumbass,” Melissa snorts fondly. 

“Like a little kid,” Barbara agrees, her warm laugh filling the car.

“That’s probably why we like him so damn much.” 

“I concur.”

(They mostly seem to do.) 

“But regardless, Melissa…” Barbara starts and then just as abruptly stops, biting her plump lower lip. It’s an unexpected and uncharacteristic moment of hesitation from the older woman.

After all, she is meticulous with every action and every word, Barbara Howard—deliberate and measured and so perfectly in control of herself. 

When they were younger women, it used to make Melissa sick with envy.

And now, it just sometimes makes her feel sad for her friend.

“… I apologize for inviting him in the first place,” Barbara says after another pregnant moment, the smile long faded from her dark eyes. “I swear we can go back to our norm next year—just you and me and our dear friend Merlot… if that’s what you would like, of course."

And yet another pause as the older woman swallows delicately, the peristaltic motion unmistakable—highlighted even by the gentle glow of the car's dashboard.

“… I wouldn’t be opposed.”

It is the same promise and then some that she made when they stood out on the concrete stoop together only a little while ago—at a passive aggressive and silent standstill that Melissa had refused to be the first one to break. 

She’d been so mad, so goddamn hurt that not only had their beloved Christmas had turned into a shitshow, but that Barbara had expected her to simply deal with it, regarding her with patronizing expressions all throughout dinner and scolding her like she was just another one of her kindergarteners.

But the older woman had caved.

Had promised that next year, it could be just them again.

And even though it all turned out wonderfully in the end, this is  still a thoroughly tempting offer, having Barbara all to herself again—no Jacob (as fond as they are of him) or Mr. Johnson (as lovely as he is) or any other possible interlopers besides. That’s how most of these dinners have traditionally operated, and the times they’ve shared—sitting across from each other at their favorite round table as Michael Bublé softly croons about Jesus in the background—have been amongst Melissa’s most treasured memories.

Both of them have every reason to hate Christmas, and they’ve spent countless hours on the phone or in the teacher’s lounge complaining as much to each other. 

They’ve carved out one night for themselves every year where they’ve taught each other to love it.

But eventually—after allowing herself a few indulgent seconds to irresistibly revel in this nostalgia—Melissa exhales and finally gives up the domestic fantasy, packs it away with all the rest.

There are new traditions now. 

They have friends other than themselves.

It is a uniquely funny feeling in the sense that for the longest time, it’d pretty much just been them against the world at Abbott Elementary, the stalwarts of the school in the frequent face of incompetent administration, the teachers who have lasted for years upon years when new faces have continually come and gone. They’ve shored each other up, side by unchanging side in the trenches of an underfunded and under-appreciated public school system, and it’s entirely possible that they’ve forgotten that there’s such a thing as other people in the process.  

After all, who needs other people when they have each other?

And yet, over the course of just this past year alone, some of their more exclusive traditions have been challenged by the awareness that there are people in this school besides their students who look up to them.

Who need them.

And both Melissa and Barbara alike, they like to feel needed.

It is how they know they are loved.

Oh, of course, there is absolutely something in her—something selfish, something grandiose, and something loud—that revels in the fact that apparently, all she has to do is say the word and keep things the same as they always have been between them. They can continue as they have always done, having their annual Christmas dinners, and never questioning to themselves why the happiest they ever feel during the winter holiday is when they’re sitting at a candlelit table together and playing house in the empty halls of their school. It relieves Melissa that Barbara feels the attraction to their history as much as she does. When she says that she’s not opposed to their dinners just being the two of them, that’s assuredly repressed Barbara-speak for wishing that such could be true.

It thoroughly gratifies her that there’s a part of this consummate Christian woman that is ever mean.

And possessive.

And hers entirely.

Melissa Schemmenti’s.  

“Nah,” she smiles, at once rueful and somehow triumphant. “We can’t kick Tiny Tim and Mr. J out now. Neither of us have got it in us to be that much of a dick.” 

She thinks on it for a moment.

 “Besides,” she adds fairly, “someone’s gotta help us polish off all the shit we cook.”

(They always do too much—sometimes even baking a full ham and including one too many sides. This is mostly her own fault—always an overzealous cook, even to the last—but Barb’s often guilty of thinking they need both a sweet potato casserole and mashed potatoes. And a pie. And if not a pie, a tray of cookies. But if cookies aren’t enough, she can certainly whip up a pudding…)

“I suppose you’re not wrong,” Barbara smiles wistfully from the corner of her mouth. 

It’s the end of an era for both of them, even at the same time that it might just be the start of something new.

It’s kind of exciting.

And it’s still rather sad.

Heart breaking almost—that they have to be good Christians.

“Never am,” she smiles briefly, but she feels as though it’s important to seriously add, “I’m just finishing what you started, though, Barb. You had the right idea in the first place—inviting the kid. He was havin’ a rough time tonight.”

There’s an expectant pause, as though Barbara is waiting for her to elaborate, but Melissa stubbornly forces the moment to pass in a few seconds of awkward silence.

Not her story to tell. 

The older woman seems to understand, though, because she nods slowly.

“It was simply the right thing to do,” she hums modestly, never one to easily accept praise. “We both know what it’s like to have a difficult time at the holidays..."

“Yeah, I told him that,” Melissa snorts. “I even let him know what our favorite Christmas anthem was. And—you’ll get a kick outta this—I even said that as long as he was with us, he wouldn’t have to have a Hard Candy Christmas again.”

“Oh,” her friend gasps pleasantly, lighting up like a Christmas tree, “that is delightful. I never knew you could be so corny, Melissa.”

“Me neither,” she shakes her head in good-natured disgust. “They’re gonna end up takin’ my tough card away if I keep it up..."

“Perhaps we’re both Mother Teresa then,” Barbara teases, and as she pulls up to a stop sign, playfully cuts her eyes at Melissa, peering at her coyly through her long and elegant lashes, a smirk just pulling at her beautifully shaped lips.

Fuck.

She has to remind herself that she has a boyfriend. 

Again. 

(But she never seems to forget that Barbara is married; it is the inconvenient truth that leaves an indelible stain upon her soul each and every day.)

“Oh, but didn’t ya hear?” She capably gives exactly what she’s been given, lightly nudging her friend on the elbow and lowering her voice with delicious relish. “She’s apparently a huuuuuuge racist.”

And she’s immediately rewarded—Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, she’s absolutely blessed —when Barbara Howard laughs like it’s the funniest joke in the world.

And maybe it is.

After all, their world mostly consists of just the two of them alone.

(Visitors occasionally allowed.)

[fervency-if]

Hi Niko! Thank you for answering my last ask, I adore how Elan's reactions are always so sweet, it just makes me want to show him love in all the ways I can🥺Big love to you as well, each character makes me even more hooked on the story, getting to know each one of them is a delightful experience.

This time I'd like to show some appreciation for the rest of our main cast and know a little bit more about their creation process. For starters; how was the process of naming them? Did you think a whole lot abou it? I think they do look like their names, personality wise. And who was the first character to be "born"? I don't know how your writing process goes, but my bet is on the Psysichian!

Hi again! Oh, you're so sweet, I highly appreciate your kind words! And my pleasure - I really enjoy replying to asks, seeing what people are curious about and such. It's rewarding to me as a writer! The fact that you find Elan so sweet (he would smile ever so sweetly yet shyly if he read what you said,) and that you enjoy the rest of the cast as well, really means a lot to me! Sending you love in return!

When it comes to your first question, I came up with a lot of the names pretty much on a complete whim, actually. I'm definitely glad that you think that they suit the characters!

I don't quite recall how I came up with the Physician's actually - I wanted it to consist of two pretty names, and I wanted it to be long, but I'm not entirely certain why I picked those two. The one starting with a C might be because of celestial bodies and a nocturnal life, but I couldn't say... I have no idea about the name starting with an L.

When it comes to Aubrey's name, it was when I thought about names for the main character for those who wanted to pick from a list. I chose some androgynous names that I find nice, and the name Aubrey came up in my head - and then I thought 'that would fit that skeleton perfectly...' So in a sense, he stole the name from the main character!

Vesa's name was a complete whim... There wasn't much thought behind it at all, more than 'I think it suits her, it's a charming name.'

Regarding Narciso, I wanted him to have a beautiful name, and I wanted it to be Italian, or be an Italian version of a name, and then it just came to me. I felt that Narciso suited someone who was known for their beauty and who could seem a bit like a diva (falling in love with his own reflection or some such,) and in hindsight, it felt like a name that someone might very well pick as a stage name, too.

I had the name Roswhen in my head before I created them - I wanted to give a character that name. I read the name somewhere, I think it was a list of nature names, and found it very pretty.

Elan was simply named after his parent. I didn't know that he would become a more major character when I named him - back then, at the very beginning, he was just some man you could heal. I named his parent Elmer because it's a name that sounds rather friendly in a way, I would say. Uncomplicated, nothing fancy, and the name Elan gave me similar vibes as well as being similar as it is. This entire process took less than a minute, so even writing this took longer than that!

You're absolutely correct about the Physician being the first one who was 'born' - as a matter of fact, she's a few years older than the other characters! This game was based on a short (very short, 1200 words or so) story I wrote a few years ago when I got a prompt saying 'write a short story about vampires.' She was, aside from the main character (who was an unnamed person of unknown gender,) the only game-character to feature, if one doesn't count the mayor's son, who was only mentioned as some guy who started the ballroom pandemonium by eating some man when the narrator of the story was busy kissing and feasting in the cloakroom. So when I started writing the story, I had a fairly good idea about her character already, her demeanour and so on. The only thing I knew about Aubrey was that I wanted him to be small and unhinged!

Again, thank you so much for your nice message! I had a lot of fun answering these questions, it's so much fun talking about my process!

[harveyonmain]

Rules: Share 10 facts about yourself and tag 10 other blogs! I want to get to know my mutuals, and the people I follow a little bit :) The facts can be about anything! i was tagged by @ros-sauce

tell ya what i haven’t been tagged in anything since i was like 13 yrs old on deviantart so i’m not gonna tag anyone else but i’ll share some fun facts

1. i am engaged!! to my two lovely partners @poindexter-pines and @gayhillzone and irl i never shut up ab them

2. i was a dancer (of a sort) growing up and primarily i did tap

3. somehow i have a big adult job; i’m a case manager in a domestic violence shelter and it’s difficult but incredibly fulfilling

4. when i graduated college i was the first from my university to graduate with a degree in women, gender and sexuality studies

5. my dad is a street photographer pretty well known for his work where i’m from

6. as my senior capstone project in college i completed a study about the benefits of social support (irl and online) for trans young adults and someday WHEN i get my PhD i hope to expand that research. maybe people can use it as impetus to start up more nonprofits focused on serving trans youth. maybe i’ll found a nonprofit, idk. im really passionate about research by the way. my other major in college was psychology. i’m actually thinking about going back to school in the future to get a degree in nonprofit studies

7. many moons ago i got my black belt in taekwondo; i became disabled a few years ago so my ability to do any martial arts these days is limited but i can still throw a really good punch

8. i have a cat and his name is oscar and he is the orangest boy you ever did see

9. my favorite genre of video game is rhythm games - i was introduced by guitar hero back when i was 6-7 or so. these days my two favorites are project DIVA and project sekai :-) re: project sekai i can reliably clear anything up to lvl 29 and w project DIVA i can reliably clear anything up to lvl 9.5/10 (10s still kick my ass)

10. i just think that i’m a very gentle soul and i love making new friends even though i’m really shy so mutuals feel free to ask for my discord :’)

[shadysidcrs]

you are done. done. DONE. with crying over michael or joshua or joseph. in fact, you are done with all three of them. done being their cute little girlfriend (girl who is a friend!) whom their string along for stupidity. their sweet little pet they unload their troubles on and expect to comfort them. you. are. done.

you're liv rooney, hollywood star! they should thank you just for breathing next to them. and speaking of! sorry, it's been how many years? and josh still hasn't introduced you to his dad! he would know of your scream queen ambitions if he ever asked! but no. it's always liv, i'm sad! liv, i'm horny! liv, i have trauma!

yeah? well, trauma doesn't excuse you from being a good friend!

like they don't know how deeply and desperately you are in love with all three of them. oh, they know! in fact, they will entertain your feelings from time to time. michael will tell you you're pretty, joshua will whisper how special you are. they both will even kiss you at times when the other isn't available. and joseph will... well, you still have all your limbs, don't you?

you spent hours outside their doors, texted, called. but not a single one of them answered. they must be busy having a drug orgy or something sketchy like that.

so you must be there when they break each other's hearts (or thumbs, happened once!) but they're too busy with each other to hear about how the prettiest girl in the world got up and left you like you're nothing?

maybe you are. maybe liv rooney is nothing once the cameras turn off. maybe you're only good for a pretend friend and a pretend lover. and the real you is... she's there. you've always known you're too much and maybe it's time you accepted no one's gonna want to deal with that.

you still dream of her dark hair, her lips on yours. and every time you think everything is okay, she just gets up and leaves and when you follow, there she is! with her lips on someone else's lips. of course... not ready for a relationship always means not ready for a relationship with you.

it was in the middle of one such depressive internal rants when your fingers wandered down, down, down into your contacts.

wendy is too nice to say no, right?

you were expecting a silly little pity visit from her, you didn't even wash your hair! (you don't know how long it's been and at this point, you're afraid to ask) but that wasn't it at all.

turns out she knows what it's like to be loved for the light you can give and then tossed once a fuse is out.

so you're tipsy, and you're laughing for the first time in decades (it's been a week at most) and wendy shines under your diva lights, and maybe it's the wine or maybe it's the fact that you've felt devastatingly alone for so long, but you almost cry when she touches your hand.

you'll have to ask what perfume she wears later because you want to bury your face in her neck and breathe her in.

you're a bit taken aback by the topic change. you remember... and you regret. wendy wouldn't break your heart, she wouldn't throw you away when she grows tired. wendy's soft and sweet and, like you, she just wants to be loved.

you focus on her eyes, just in case this conversation is not going where you think it's going and you end up embarrassing yourself kissing one more person who doesn't want you to kiss them.

your eyes widen. not that you're embarrassed or shy about sex, because you're totally not. you did give michael what was basically a lap dance and almost had a threesome with him and josh, after all. but your cheeks burn when wendy implies she's thought about it.

talking about that feels different here, far from your sexually hyperactive friends. it feels the way it felt back when south would talk about it. before she did it, that is. you really are friends with some horny people, you're just now realizing that. but anyway, it feels important. like something that should be special.

is wendy... oh! she is...

"wendy..." before you can ask if she's sure, before you can give her the chance to change her mind, you lean in and kiss her. and it's so... different. in the best way. you know she's probably thinking about the girl who broke her heart but you don't even care. the kiss is a bit shy, softer than what you're used to, gentler. you break apart to smile at her. "is this the wine speaking, miss darling? because i would be honored to share those experiences with you."

you push a lock of hair behind her ear in the way that makes your heart skip a beat whenever someone does it to you. this time when you lean in, you stop just before your lips touch "only if you're sure, though."

@shadysidcrs​

it’s always nice to see liv. you feel as though you have grown distant from her — grown distant from all your friends, in fact. why risk spreading your sadness to the people you love the most? 

— that is, until you hear that a similar fate has befallen liv. unceremoniously DUMPED by the girl she really really liked … loved, even. it must hurt, the lack of closure, the loss of someone to hold and be comforted by. you imagine that liv doesn’t even want to get out of bed some days. she needs a friend. you are happy to provide.

and so here you are in liv’s pink and sparkly room, with so many fascinating posters on the walls and her exciting outfits hanging off her closet door, sequins throwing dizzying reflections of liv’s disco ball light across the bed. you are more than a little tipsy, courtesy of the fizzy pink wine you bought (though in actual fact a very nice older man with an ID purchased it for you, and seemed mildly disappointed when you declined to go home with him to drink it) and you are very close to liv on the bed. her cheeks are as pink as the wine and she’s giggling at something you said. pride swells in your chest at the thought that she finds you funny, that you have managed to cheer her.

‘liv.’ you touch her hand as the giggles subside. you lick your lips, knowing very well that you would not say this if you were not drunk, and finding that you don’t care. ‘do you recall … when i asked you to kiss me? and you turned me down — quite rightfully, given that we were both taken at the time …’ you pause, realising that every ounce of her tipsy attention is focussed on you, and you feel your own cheeks reddening. ‘what i mean to say is that i thought i had someone to share all my future kisses with — and perhaps further than kisses.’ you lower your gaze, too flustered to elaborate the details. ‘but! we are both single now and … perhaps this is our chance … to explore such things.’

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Hold Me Closer, Tiny Angel

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@noplacelikeacadiaroad2 asked for: Aziraphale & Crowley + 38

It had all happened so quickly.

The evening had started out normally enough, if your definition of normal includes an angel and a demon frequenting their second concert of the week in December of 1975. Crowley had insisted upon seeing Queen on Thursday, having been adamant that Aziraphale would “love them”, and Aziraphale had agreed - contingent upon Crowley agreeing to go and see Elton John with him on Saturday. 

Unbeknownst to Crowley, ‘Zira and Elton were quite good friends; good enough that Aziraphale called him “Elton” and Elton called him “Zira”. They were such good friends, in fact, that they got to watch the show from backstage, where there was an impressive array of nibbles. Crowley enjoyed the nibbles, but he did not enjoy Elton - the show nor just how chummy he seemed to be with Aziraphale. 

While the two of them spoke animatedly and Aziraphale complimented him on his latest stage costume (which made sense, Crowley supposed, since they were both walking fashion faux pas), Crowley found himself feeling something... gnawingly familiar. It took him a few minutes and several mini quiche to figure it out, but he eventually got there.

This was Oscar Wilde all over again. Honestly, you take one century-long nap and suddenly your best fri- your adversary has a new best fri- ...acquaintance. Although, Aziraphale and Wilde had certainly been more than just “acquaintances”. Were he and Elton more-than-acquaintances, too? It wouldn’t have surprised Crowley. Musicians rarely gave back-stage passes to just anyone.

Gritting his teeth, his serpentine tongue threatening to flick out with irritation, Crowley began to realize that he was jealous. He was jealous of how easily this flash-bastard-in-sunglasses was able to coax a smile from Aziraphale and make him laugh. He was supposed to be the only flash-bastard-in-sunglasses who got to do that. Really, that’s probably the best explanation for why Crowley did what he did next.

He fainted. He full on passed-the-fuck-out, and he made a grand show of it, too. He’d been clutching a flute of fizzing pink champagne which just-so-happened to splatter all over Elton’s elaborate, sparkling white costume when he pitched forward, the glass shattering on the floor as it fell from his grip. He also landed square in Aziraphale’s arms. 

Elton had thrown a fit over his ruined costume, as he was known to do over the slightest inconvenience back then, but Aziraphale had been too stunned to even splutter out an apology before the diva stormed off. He and Crowley weren’t human; they didn’t faint. Not unless something was seriously wrong with their corporation. 

(Did crippling jealousy which induced a splitting headache and a pounding heart count as “seriously wrong”? If so, then yes, something was seriously wrong with Crowley’s corporation.)

When Crowley finally came to, he realized three things: 1) that he was most definitely in the backseat of the Bentley, if the roof he was staring at was any indication; 2) his sunglasses had been pushed up into his hair, which explained why the pale moonlight was making his slit-like pupils dilate; and 3) he was sprawled out over said backseat with his head in Aziraphale’s lap, the angel’s fingers gently combing through his hair. Okay, Crowley realized four things when he finally came to, the fourth being that Aziraphale doing that to his hair felt bloody marvelous. 

“What in H- Heav- ugh. What in Somewhere’s name happened?”

“Ah, you’re finally awake,” Aziraphale mused when he realized that Crowley had rejoined the land of the living, but he didn’t stop toying with his hair. After dragging Crowley’s unconscious corporation out to the Bentley, he’d sat like this with him for a good hour-and-a-half while he waited for him to wake up. In that time, he’d come to the realization that the demon had exceptionally soft hair. 

Realizing that the aforementioned demon was waiting on an answer, Aziraphale cleared his throat before explaining, “You fainted... straight into my arms.”

“I what?” Crowley squeaked, his yellow eyes widening, and Aziraphale exhaled a rather breathless chuckle. Truth be told, even now that Crowley was awake, he was still worried. This was hardly normal behaviour. 

“You fainted, my dear. I was in the middle of telling Elton how frequently I’ve listened to ‘Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me’ since his latest record came out, and the next thing I knew your nose was smashing into my chest and I was the only thing keeping you from hitting the ground.” 

Cracking the smallest of smiles, Aziraphale teased, “You know, if you wanted my attention, dear boy, you didn’t have to go to such extremes. We’ll certainly never get back-stage passes again after your little performance.”

Aziraphale had no idea how closely he came to hitting the nail on the head regarding Crowley fainting “to get [his] attention”, and the demon clamped his jaw shut to keep from doing something stupid, like saying so aloud. Aziraphale’s smile slipped as quickly as it appeared, though, and he quietly added, “You gave me quite a fright.”

“Sorry,” Crowley mumbled, not putting much inflection into the sentiment, and he felt his eyes flutter shut of their own volition as Aziraphale’s fingers began combing through his hair again. Despite his best efforts, a tiny noise of enjoyment escaped him. 

“Are you feeling quite alright? I’ve never seen you faint before. If there’s something wrong with your corporation... Well, perhaps you should contact your superiors-”

Scoffing at the notion, Crowley shook his head, finally forcing himself to sit up, righting his sunglasses as he did so. Once they were safely back on his nose, obscuring his eyes from view, Crowley stated, “It’s nothing. ‘M fine, angel, really. Just haven’t slept in a few days; y’know, what with the concerts. This body’s used to sleeping. I guess I sort of... crashed.”

“Well, come here, then.”

Blinking behind the thick lenses of his sunglasses, Crowley furrowed his brow as he looked over at the angel sitting beside him. They were parked a few metres away from a street lamp, and Crowley found himself noticing for the first time since regaining consciousness that Aziraphale was basked in a sort of... glow, both from the street lamp and the moonlight shining down from high above. If you looked at him just right, his halo was almost visible; it was always more palpable at night, when the sunlight wasn’t there to obstruct it.

“What?” Crowley finally asked, the response rather delayed, and he gave his head a shake when Aziraphale opened his arms and beckoned him forward. “Nuh. Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll drive you back and then go home - unless you want to stay?” 

He refrained from making a snide remark about Elton, but oh, how he wanted to.

“You are the one who’s being ridiculous, my dear. If you ‘crash’ while you’re driving, then we crash, quite literally. I don’t know about you, but I rather like this body. I think I’d like to keep it a while longer.”

“It’sssssss a nice body,” Crowley agreed, awkwardly clearing his throat to clarify, “Y’know... by human standards. Blond isssssss... pretty.”

To Crowley’s surprise, the angel didn’t snort at the compliment(s); rather, he looked to be... quite chuffed by them.

“Oh, come here, you silly goose,” Aziraphale sighed, smiling as he took Crowley’s hand and gave it a tug - with an unrelenting amount of Angelic Force. Instantly, he found himself with his face pressed once again to his Adversary’s chest, which was remarkably comfortable despite the hideous tartan sweater currently covering it. As soon as the angel’s arms wound around him, he forgot himself, melting into the embrace like a snake unraveling from being tightly coiled.

“There, now,” Aziraphale hummed, giving Crowley a small squeeze. “Get some proper rest. I’ll wake you when the sun comes up and I want to go home.”

Crowley didn’t need to be told twice. Being wrapped up in Aziraphale’s arms, and subsequently in his Angelic Grace, wasn’t unpleasant (like it should have been) but rather felt like being swaddled in a warm blanket (which it definitely shouldn’t have been). He was asleep within seconds, breathing softly against the angel’s chest.

To tell you the truth, Aziraphale didn’t really mind all that much that his conversation with Elton was cut short. An evening spent with Crowley, no matter what they did, was always an evening well spent. 

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[dragonsareourfuture]

Ways the Death Note Cast Show They Trust You

I lost some inspiration towards the middle there, I’m sorry!!

L

- he will always have Watari make extra servings of food just for you. It’s a bit startling at first. So suddenly there’s just food in front of you that you think is for L, but when you push it towards him, he pushes it right back to you.

“You don’t want it?” He’d ask, leaving you confused until you finally put the pieces together.

“Oh, I…I guess I didn’t realize it was for me. My bad.” You begin eating. “Thank you.”

L simply hums and continues with whatever he was just up to.

- You know that thing cats do where they’re sitting perfectly still, eyes closed, guard slightly down, but still not quite asleep? I can picture L doing something like this during any moment of downtime he gets. Just sitting, scrunched up in his chair or wherever he happens to be, eyes closed but the cogs in his brain are still turning. You notice him doing this when it is only you and him in the room, simply thinking it’s because of the moment of rare solitude. Little do you know, it’s because he trusts that you won’t hurt him or let anything bad happen to him.

- L is a person who prefers to be in charge of his own life. He likes knowing what’s going on around him at all times and when things are out of his hands he can’t help but feel uncomfortable. However, with a person he’s developed a close relationship with and knows he can trust with everything he has, L will feel more comfortable leaving decisions up to them. You’ll have to start small though, like being the one to plan a surprise date. He might feel a bit uncomfy at the beginning, shifting around and possibly even insisting he sit so that he can see the exits clearly, but he eases into it eventually. Soon you both find yourselves joking around in the odd way that you do and gorging on cake and ice cream.

Mello

- being vulnerable is something Mello isn’t too keen on. He already feels vulnerable most of the time and would kick himself if he let that show through his actions. If Mello truly trusts you, he will feel as though he can be vulnerable around you without any judgement on your end. Small acts that show vulnerability such as asking you to help him with something he can’t quite handle on his own — even if it’s something as simple as not being able to reach something off a shelf or being unsure about how to fix something. Eventually, he’ll work his way up to the bigger stuff like being physically wounded in front of you or having a mental block.

- Sharing his clothes with you or letting you pick his outfit for him. Now, it sounds like he’s just being a little diva and that’s only partially true. But his clothes are important to him, they’re a factor that sets him aside from his plain-dressing rival and in his eyes they make him more interesting than him, visually at least. He’s happy to dress you up, and it is true that he has to have a close relationship with you to want to do so, but you should be especially proud if he lets you alter his appearance in any way.

- He likes to believe that he’s had his goals set out from the beginning. Surpass Near, become the next L, and go on from there. What he pushes to the back of his brain are the moments he’s been studying and he’s asked himself ‘What if I went down a different path?’. He quickly pushes these thoughts away, but they keep coming back. What would life be like if this wasn’t an option for him? What if he were a writer? What if he lived in the city with people he loves and went to the movies every Friday? Unwillingly, he has a whole list of possibilities. If he truly trusts you, he’ll share every single one with you. Whether it’s dropping hints or confessing them one by one late at night, he can’t help but feel that they’re safe with you.

Misa

- it seems a bit surface level, but it’s true — Misa will talk down on Light in front of you if she trusts you. But it’s not straight away. She had developed a lot of courage to actually break up with him, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t still doubt her decision to do so. It’s only when she finds out from you how loved ones are supposed to treat each other — with kindness and respect — that she feels her decision to ditch Light was the entirely right one. Slowly, she’ll start to admit to you all the things she hated about Light, starting with some of his mannerisms and building up to something like how he forced her to leave the entertainment business.

- Misa is…dramatic. She likes to go above and beyond for someone she’s infatuated with and make sure they’re the happiest they can be. If she trusts you enough to develop this kind of infatuation and, with some development, less of an obsession and more of a strong, bonding love, you will be doted on to the point where it’s almost ridiculous. You could be at home during one of her work days and you’ll get a delivery of lunch from your favorite takeout place because Misa was ‘thinking of you <3’, as she explains when you text her asking why food randomly showed up at your place. It’s rather sweet.

- Misa’s a pretty talkative person in general, that’s a well known fact. She’ll talk about clothes, a cute birdie she saw on her way home, really anything that comes to mind. But, she’ll do that with about anyone who’ll listen. It’s gradual, so it’s hard to notice, but if Misa grows to trust you she’ll start talking about some of the more serious things that have been on her mind for a while, those things that she thought would scare off anyone she liked because of how personal they are to her. Her family before they died, for example. It’s something that Misa thinks about. So much. But she doesn’t really talk about it. She wants to forget, put the past behind her but because she’s never talked about it with anyone it’s hard to do that. She’ll talk about her family to you, the little things her sister used to do and some things her parents did that she misses.

Matsuda

- Matsuda often begins to idolize those who he thinks are trustworthy and have a good heart. He starts to tell you how much he loves when you do x and that he wishes he could perform as well as you in that area. In a sense, he trusts you with his vulnerability, letting you know that he thinks of himself as less than satisfactory and how he wishes he could do better, only he channels it by pointing out good things about you. If…that makes sense.

- This sounds dire, but he’ll risk his life for the people he completely, without a doubt trusts. He was willing to do so with Chief Yagami, someone he saw as a father figure, and he would certainly be willing to do so with you, someone who he feels he has a deep emotional connection to. Whether you’re in a situation where he would need to or he’s just saying that he would, he means it.

- Matsuda trusts you to not make fun of him when he overshares or talks too much or anything his coworkers brush him off for. He feels that he can talk about things he finds funny and talk about his life without worrying about what you think of him when he does.

Matt

- he would drop everything to help you. Whether that’s dropping his game to help you kill a bug or leaving his duties behind to help you out of a life or death situation. Whichever scenario you happen to find yourself in he’s there no matter what.

- He’ll invite you into his personal life. I know this is kind of a given but Matt had the chance to become the next L. He had the chance to become something “great” and he said “ummm rather not” to it because it wasn’t something he wanted. If he shares this information with you, he trusts you not to leave him for something better when you discover the status he could have had and refused. He trusts you to appreciate him because of him and not the intelligence everyone but him cherishes.

- He leaves you alone around important technology and software he’s hacked. Unfortunately for him, betrayal comes with the business he’s got himself into and, if Matt really trusts you on both a professional and emotional level, he won’t have a problem worrying about whether or not you’ll take advantage of his coffee break to gather information for some other organization or something. He will literally just go “mkay babe I gotta go fuel up on caffeine real quick, you’re good watching the hacked government database right? Cool cya.”

Near

- Near trusts you to take him to public places. Sounds simple, yeah. But Near has never liked crowds, or even just too many strangers in a wide open place. It’s strange to everyone observing how one day he decides he needs a new toy, his old one having broken due to old age, and asks you to take him to the toy store. He’s questioned, people wondering why he wouldn’t rather you just go alone but Near insists. Apparently the toy that broke is special addition and he wants to make sure you get the right one. He stays close to you the whole way, not really saying much, but he’s there and that’s a big step for him.

- He helps you out with puzzles. Basically cheats for you. When he’s eyeing one specific empty slot, coughing lightly to get your attention, just know that he’s not helping you because he thinks you need it. Quite the opposite actually. With anyone else, he believes that they should be able to solve it on their own. He thinks that if they can’t, then that’s their fault. But with you…it’s as if he trusts that you’re intelligent enough without the puzzle being an indicator of that intelligence, so much so that he thinks the puzzle itself is obsolete when it comes to you. He doesn’t need a puzzle to know how smart you are.

- He’ll eat the foods you make him. Near’s picky eater-ness is above that of a child who only eats chicken tenders and pizza. He doesn’t eat that many people’s food because he knows it’s probably not he way he likes it. But with you, he trusts that you respect his eating habits and know him well enough to get it right the first time. Though he does check the food out for a bit, he’ll eat it. Sometimes all of it. Fuckin astonishing to Rester who had attempted many times to heat up microwave dinners for the guy.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O is known for being very ditsy and oblivious, but is secretly very alert and aware. The skelies have a crush on said S/O but can't think of a way to phrase it.

How would the main skelies (and Ink, Error and dust pls) react when S/O sits down next to them and says, with the most relaxed expression. "Its obvious you like me so I'll make it easy on you. Wanna go out with me?"

Undertale Sans - .... ????? He's so confused. Sans loves to know his partner from head to toes and this is so new. He will stare blankly at you with dark sockets for a good two minutes before realising what he's doing. "uh... i mean... uh... yes if you want to???" He's all blushing. Please don't hide more secrets though. If there's other new things about you he doesn't know, he might get uncomfortable.

Undertale Papyrus - "YES!" .... "I MEAN IF YOU REALLY WANT TO." Papyrus is really not good at hiding his feelings so it's not a bit suprise you managed to see he was vibrating on his chair with big hearts in the eyes. He's happy the both of you are going next step. He never read his dating manual above the first date point.

Underswap Sans - Blue is now... well... blue. Like a blueberry. He really thought he was sneaky and now he's not ready and you're asking him to go out? He's screaming internally and has no idea how you're supposed to talk anymore. He tries to say something but you can't understand a word he said. But you take that as a yes.

Underswap Papyrus - He screams, but not internally this time. You took him by surprise while he was watching you at a safe distant and now he's having a panic attack because he likes when things are planned and this is clearly not. If you're still here once he finished his diva tantrum though, you'll here a very small and shy "ok let's do this".

Underfell Sans - "Hell no, t'fuck i would go out with you?" Then he stomps out of the room, and waits behind the door for like... 12 seconds. Then he's coming back, sits back next to you and say "fine, doesn't want you to feel lonely" while clearly avoiding your eyes. What a tsundere. His face is entirely red. He hates himself for being so soft.

Underfell Papyrus - "W... WELL IT WAS FINALLY T-TIME YOU NOTICED!" He's acting like he was the one who was about to do it to mask the fact he had no clue you were liking him too and that he is completely panicked right now. He's happy you feel the same even if he tries to hide it.

Horrortale Sans - I mean, it's hard to not notice the huge skeleton following you everywhere with a stupid big smile on the face but too shy to tell you he likes you. He will act so suprise you noticed though, and will accept with a soft little shy voice. Lvl up! You can now : hug big skeleton.

Horrortale Papyrus - "Why me?" He noticed you were interesting in him, but he thought it was just because you wanted to have a weirdo you could mock with your friends and now he is slowly realising you're liking him for real. It's quite a shock. He's going to need a little more time to accept. He wants to know you better now that he knows you're not close to him only because of how tall and scary he is.

Swapfell Sans - "I have no idea what you're talking about." Then he hides his entirely purple face behind the newspaper. You'll have to try a little harder than that. He's not an easy man to get close of. If you are going out, he'll be the one asking when he's ready. Which is clearly not the case right now.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's looking you with big shining eyes. "are you the lady that works at Mc Donalds? can i have free chicken nuggets if i go out with you?" Then he realises what he just says and blushes. "I mean... i... i like you too." He likes you too. He just has priorities, you know.

Ink - He's so exciting he suddenly throws up ink on your shoes. That's a strong yes. You're questionning your choices suddenly.

Error - "wh- NO. I hate humans!" ... He hates humans, right? Why the fuck his soul is beating so fast for? Oh no. He has feelings. Error crashes in a Window sound. You'll probably not convince him today, but keep trying and it will work eventually.

Dustale Sans - He's shocked. He didn't even have time to bring you a dead deer as a gift to show he likes you. Are you a wizard? He is impressed. He takes your hand and put it on his head. You're girl/boyfriend now. Pet skeleton.

[princehrry-writings]

Y/n's a witch and Harry's her soulmate

I'VE LITERALLY BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR 2 MONTHS!!!

lanfvksbkvjbs I hope you guys like it because I poured my whole soul into this!!!! I wanted it to be over 10k but I felt like I was just dragging it on and the ending isn't great but it's ok.

I switch between present and past tense without meaning too- oops :)

wordcount: 9911

warnings: uhhh, swearing, google translated latin :) catcalling and unwanted male attention (with a bad witch moment... see what i did there😏), a little bit of violence, very lightly edited lmao

She didn’t quite understand what was going on. Was this another witch? No, she would have felt that energy differently. So he had to be a mortal. But why did it feel like she had just been set on fire in the best way possible.

“Thank you…” He muttered, eyes glazed over. “M’Harry, by the way.”

Harry.

What a magical name, she thought.

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Harry walks into Y/n’s shop one day, sees the brooms sweeping by themselves and gets a little curious.

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“Althea, get your claws out of there. You’re gonna get hair in the muffins!” Y/n shrieked, quickly shooing the troublesome feline away from the open bowl of batter sat atop the counter. The cat just meowed at her, unbothered by her person's shrieking. Thea was quite the diva. She couldn’t give a flying fuck even if she tried.

“Oh Stars, look what you’ve done!” Y/n continued, cleaning up the trail of paw prints left in the flour on the table. “How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of the kitchen when I’m baking Thea! Why don’t you ever listen!”

Y/n has been a little strung up lately. That’s probably the understatement of the century. Maybe if she hadn’t been put in charge of the shop for the first time by herself while her mother went to gather supplies and place orders for said shop, she wouldn’t be so stressed. She’s only 22 years into her eternal lifetime. She’s yet to learn the virtue of patience, her mind never ceasing to run with ideas and thoughts and feelings.

Her mother always griped about how she needed to take a deep breath and let go of the tension in her shoulders because now that she had stopped ageing- she had all the time in the world (literally) to do everything she was worried about. Y/n would argue that she’s not worried so much as eager. She’s just very excitable.

“Why do I even bother yelling at you anymore.” Y/n grumbled, flicking her wrist in the direction of the broom closet. The broom and dustpan came floating out and got to work sweeping up the bits of flower seeds and petals that had dropped off the table instead of into the mortar like she had planned.

Y/n’s never been known for her cleanliness.

Out of the blue, the hair on the back of her neck and arms stood at full attention, a warm shiver shooting down her spine. What the hell? She thought to herself. Thea didn’t seem bothered by whatever energy was coming closer so she knew it wasn’t any danger, but it was something. Y/n flicked her wrist once more, quickly sending the broom away and going to hide behind a wall where whoever this was couldn’t see her.

The little bells above the door chimed, alerting anyone inside that someone had just arrived. In walked, who Y/n thought to be, the most beautiful boy she thinks she’s ever seen. Chestnut curls shielded by a knit beanie, sea glass eyes, broad shoulders, a kind smile on his face. He looked as ethereal as she was.

She felt the earth shift under her feet, her heart speeding up slightly in his presence. He was magnificent, she thought. The shiver she felt was steadfast and unchanging, finding a home in the goosebumps covering her whole body. She had never felt like this before.

The witch watched from behind the wall as the man gazed about the shop, his hands rested behind his back. In a pair of black jeans with a rip in the knee and a white tee shirt with a cardigan thrown over it, he shuffled about.

Y/n took a deep breath, collecting herself before making her presence known. She walked out from behind the wall, stepping behind the main checkout counter and clearing her throat lightly.

“Welcome in! I’m Y/n, let me know if you need any help!” She said, trying not to cringe at how scripted that sounded.

His head popped up, eyes connecting with hers and that’s when they both felt the energy in the room grow. Thea came sauntering out of the kitchen area in the back, Y/n made a mental note to check the muffin batter for cat hair later, no doubt at the electrical charge of the room.

She didn’t quite understand what was going on. Was this another witch? No, she would have felt that energy differently. So he had to be a mortal. But why did it feel like she had just been set on fire in the best way possible.

“Thank you…” He muttered, eyes glazed over. “M’Harry, by the way.”

Harry.

What a magical name, she thought.

There was a pause, where neither of them wanted to move, in fear of this moment passing and never getting to feel like this ever again.

It felt like having a picnic on a warm summer day, where it’s not too hot but just right. It felt like the first breath of fresh Spring air, like hearing a baby giggle. She felt fuzzy and warm. Like she was wrapped in a hug. Y/n felt… peaceful. She felt all of her anxiety about the shop melt away, as if it had never been there.

Harry smiled at her, a pink tinge coating his skin, and pulled his eyes away (he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by staring), continuing on with his peruse of the shop. He had no idea why he was here, truly. Didn’t realize where he was until he pushed through the door. He doesn’t even know what any of this stuff is, he’s just looking so it seems like he knows what he’s doing.

He felt something brush his ankle, looking down and seeing a fluffy snow white cat with striking green eyes (just like his!), and cooed at her.

“Is it alright if I pet her?” He asked, looking back up at Y/n. He would take any chance he got to look at her. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. With her shiny hair and kind eyes, a smile that made you want to hug her. She looked so welcoming. He felt… oddly peaceful.

“Yeah of course! She’s my little attention whore, aren’t you Thea?” Y/n giggled and Harry thought his heart would stop right there. Her little giggle was the most glorious sound he’d ever heard, he decided.

She got up from her little stool behind the counter and floated over to him, using her cat as an excuse to get closer. She just couldn’t figure out why she had such a pull to him. It didn’t make sense to her. Maybe he was a witch and was just masking his energy really well, maybe he was some sort of other creature, or maybe… no, that can’t be it.

Well…

Maybe… he’s her Flame. Her Twin Flame… Her Soulmate.

No. There’s no way. It’s so rare for witches to find their flames. And especially at such a young age. Y/n’s parents didn’t find each other for almost 75 years, and here she is at just 22, stumbling upon some magical happenstance where her Flame just saunters into her family’s shop.

Harry scratched behind Thea’s ear, a motor-like pur erupting from her little belly. She nuzzled into his touch, and then sprung up onto his shoulder from the table, startling the man. Y/n giggled at the look on his face, reaching up to scratch just above Thea’s tail, her favorite spot.

“She does that when she likes someone.” Y/n explained. A blush appeared on his face at this.

She likes him.

“So was there anything in particular you were looking for?” Y/n continued, hoping to make more conversation with him. Her fingers are buzzing, wanting to reach out and hold his hand or touch his arm, anyway she can get her hands on him really, but she knows that would be inappropriate so she refrains (however difficult it may be).

Harry was in the same boat. He felt the need to wrap her up in his embrace and never let her go. It was the strangest thing he thinks he’s ever felt.

“Honestly, no. I don’t really know what any of this stuff is… I didn’t even realize when I walked in but I didn’t want to look like a psycho just walking in and out of shops randomly.” A shy smile displays on his features.

Y/n chuckled. This furthers her hunch that he is, in fact, her Flame. Getting a random urge to come in here could only mean that the invisible string tying them together was leading him to her. Pulling them closer and closer everyday until this very moment, when they were fated to meet. Written in the stars to know each other, whether that be for love or friendship only time would tell.

She really hopes it’s love.

“Ok… We’re kind of just a general shop. We carry crystals, herbs, spices, oils, candles, and my mother does a lot of crafts, so we sell those here too.” Y/n went on to explain, Harry’s eyes flitted around to all the things she mentioned. He saw glittering crystals, by themselves but also made into jewelry like rings and necklaces, he saw bundles of different flowers and vials of liquids he assumed were the oils she mentioned.

“What is all this stuff for?” He questioned. He had never heard of anyone suddenly needing Oxeye Daisies or black onyx crystals, but he’d never been one to judge.

Y/n paused, thinking of the best way to explain everything. Practising “witchcraft” wasn’t an unusual topic to humans, but they didn’t know that witches with magic that was (semi-inaccurately) portrayed in movies and tv shows actually existed.

“Uhm, anything in the shop can be used for a number of things. Apothecary, gardening, herbal remedies, manifestation.” She explained. He nodded along with her words, doing his best to focus on what she was saying rather than just her. His body was tingling the closer she stood. He never wanted this feeling to go away.

Whatever this feeling was.

Harry looked around, his sights landing on a shelf full of colorful candles. His eyes lit up, trotting over to them, picking up one that was a light lavender color. He didn’t know he was drawn to this one in particular, but something had pulled him to grab it. Something was telling him to buy it, bring it home, and burn it on his bedside table, right next to his head every night.

It was Y/n’s favorite color.

The girl's cheeks burnt when she realized this was the one he had picked out. The occurrence might seem random to anyone passing by, anyone who didn’t know two halves of a soul had just been reunited with one another after being apart for however many years. But Y/n knew, and hopefully Harry would know soon.

She didn’t want to scare him though. He would think she was crazy. Imagine a random stranger that you’ve never seen before in your entire life tells you that you’re meant to spend the rest of your life together. He would run away screaming.

So she has to start slow.

“Think I might get a few candles…” Harry trails off, looking around at all the different shapes and sizes of colored wax sitting before him. Y/n smiles at this and nods, letting him know she’ll be at the counter if he needs anything.

Please need something, she hopes to herself.

He didn’t end up needing anything, but he ended up purchasing 3 candles, all of them being that same lavender color.

* .

. * .

It was a few weeks later when Y/n felt a familiar tingle run down her spine. Harry must be near, she thought.

She had spent the last fortnight and then some moping about the shop and her flat, hoping her Flame would turn up again. Her mother, Asteria, had been ecstatic when she heard that her daughter had found her Flame, and empathised with her pain, understanding that he was a mortal and it was difficult to form bonds with them quickly. The woman always found it interesting how the most indefinite creatures took the longest to form their bonds. But then she remembered they had no knowledge of Twin Souls and often settled for one not fated to them.

“Mama, he’s close. I can feel him!” Y/n cried, tidying her appearance in the reflection of the window. She hopes to the Stars that he’s coming to see her and not just passing through.

Waving away the brooms fluttering around the shop, she busies herself restocking shelves. Asteria had just finished a new batch of candles that needed shelving. The mother had been trying new recipes lately and was excited to see how they would fare.

Y/n almost misses the little chime of the bells signaling that someone has just entered. If it weren’t for the energy in the room skyrocketing and all the hair in her body standing at attention, she wouldn’t have noticed it at all. Turning, her gaze falls upon a familiar set of sea glass eyes and chestnut curls that have enchanted her mind every passing second since the first time they met. She tried her damndest to hide her grin, but had to turn away so he wouldn’t be able to see it.

Harry looked around the shop before his gaze fell upon the girl he hadn’t stopped dreaming about since he last was here. There she stood, back turned to him, with her shiny hair and adorable outfit. In a lavender colored sundress, hair pulled back by a white scarf, she fussed about the candle shelf that Harry had searched the last time he came.

Everytime he burned that candle, he thought of the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about the different items in the shop and how she smiled at him when he asked her a question.

Harry had never been one to jump into things quickly. He was the kind of guy that liked to get a feel for a situation before he really dived into it. But there was something about this girl that made him want to jump in head first, fearless. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her, daydreaming about little scenarios that he wished would happen between them.

He knows he sounds crazy, but he has a crush on her. And he’d only met her once! That is so not like him at all.

Y/n turned once again, sure that she had calmed the burning in her cheeks, greeting Harry as if she hadn’t thought of him in weeks.

“Welcome in,” she says, wondering if it would be weird to him if she remembered who he was, she decided she doesn’t care, “Oh, hi Harry!”

“Hello Y/n!” He smiles. Y/n felt her heart stutter in her chest when her name fell from his lips. As if she was floating (she had to check to make sure she actually wasn’t), she followed the sound of his voice, going to stand before him. Her first instinct was to hug him, and she was very sad that she had to stop herself.

“What brings you back?” She asked, itching to reach out and hold his hand. His gaze flits around for a few seconds before landing back on her face, a rose tint now on his cheeks.

“I- uh, I don’t really know. I just felt like I needed to come back…” He stuttered. A smile graced her lips, causing an identical one to grow on his own. Asteria watched from behind the counter, beaming at the couple.

“Y/n dear, who’s this?” The witch called. Y/n snapped out of her love-drunk haze, looking to her mother.

“Mama, this is Harry. He came in a few weeks ago while you were away.” She answered, giving her a look that said “please don’t say anything.” Asteria had a tendency to butt into her daughter's life, and Y/n needed to figure this out on her own.

Thea came flouncing out from whichever corner she had burrowed herself into and nosed at Harry’s feet before launching herself onto Y/n’s shoulder and staring at Harry from her new height advantage.

“Well look at you Thea, sittin’ all pretty up there!” Harry reached out to scratch behind her ears. Thea began purring loudly, louder than she did when Y/n petted her (Y/n did her best not to roll her eyes at her attention whore cat). The one thing the girl loved about this was now she had a reason to step closer to the boy before her. He smelled like citrus and woods, with a hint of weed (she’s not judging, she just wouldn’t peg him for a stoner so it’s a little surprising). She let it take over her senses until all she could think about was HaryHaryHary, having to stop herself from purring just like the cat.

“Well, whatever led you back here, it’s nice to see you again!” She blushed, deciding to let her affection for him shine through lightly. Y/n realized she didn’t really want to waste time dancing around mortal niceties. She didn’t want to scare him off but she wouldn’t feign disinterest. The witch wanted to make it clear she was smitten with him. So this was her way of starting slow, letting her blushes be seen, maybe resting a gentle hand on his bicep if he says something that makes her laugh, letting her longing gazes be caught before she looks away.

Like she said before, she’s going to start slow.

“I am too…” Harry wondered if maybe she felt the things he was feeling too. If she couldn’t stop thinking about him the way he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He wondered if it would be weird to ask her out. See if she wanted to get dinner with him, or have a picnic in a park on a sunny afternoon while he stared, as uncreepily as he could, at her bright smile and star-stricken eyes.

Very quickly, like it almost didn’t happen, Y/n saw a blush pink haze surrounding the boy. He was feeling love. The heat in her cheeks rose, fluttering of her heart increasing.

Now she knew for sure, he was her soulmate for love- not friendship. Thank the Stars!

* .

. * .

The next few weeks, Harry would come in every few days just to see Y/n. After realizing that she might be feeling the way he was, he wanted to make it clear to her that he was smitten. So he’d come in after he got done with whatever he’d been doing that day, bring her flowers or a blue-raspberry red bull italian soda (he saw her drinking one one day when he came by) and they would talk and sometimes he’d bring food if it was late and they would eat at the counter in the back kitchen. It became a routine, and he started showing up almost everyday. On slower days, she would close up early, so as not to have a single distraction from her Flame.

The two would talk about the most obscure things, not giving a rat if others heard them cackling at each other's jokes and misspeakings (Y/n stumbled over her words quite a bit when she was tired, he came to realize. He thought it was adorable).

In return for the beautiful flowers and the delicious drinks he’d bring her, Y/n would give him little spell jars or charmed items to make his life easier. He didn’t know they were spelled or charmed, but he thought it was cute how she gave him a lavender colored pen and told him he would think of her every time he wrote anything down (she had charmed it to always spell things correctly) or a little jar filled with lavender and chamomile buds, a few drops of lavender oil and a small amethyst crystal sealed in white wax to help quell the anxiety he’d been feeling with his job lately.

He appreciated them more than any material thing she could have purchased for him. He liked that she wanted him to think about her or that she wanted to do away with his ailments. He came in with a cold once and she spent the better part of an hour fussing over him, telling him all these little tricks to clear his sinuses and giving him different blends of herbs and spices that should clear this up in no time! He thought she was very adorable, worrying over a little cold and wanting to make him better.

Harry found that each time he left her, the force that pulled him to her grew stronger. He wanted to be in her presence more and more every time he walked out the door of the shop. The boy still didn’t really understand what it was about her, but he’s long since stopped asking questions and was just rolling with the punches.

Speaking of things Y/n did that Harry thought was cute- the things she said enamoured him, rendered him so speechless sometimes all he could do was sit there and look at her, (ironically) wondering what magical force brought her to him. He had no idea that the Universe herself was the one who chose his favorite girl.

“Oh Stars Thea! Get out of the nettle! It makes you sneeze, silly cat!”

“Stars forbid you ever listen to me, mother.”

“Althea Rose get your furry ass away from that hot wax before I feed you to the hellhounds!”

He loved how she was always saying Stars where he would normally say Jesus Christ. He never was one to be into religion but it was just something people around him said.

As the weeks went by, they began to sit closer and closer to each other. What started as across the table from one another, began to turn into her at the head and him on the corner next to her, then both of them sitting on one side but a bit of space between them, and then side by side, thighs touching, on the bench seat. Eventually, Y/n would lay one of her legs over his and he would rest his hand innocently on her skin, his thumb absentmindedly brushing back and forth, tapping his fingers to an imaginary beat as she told him a story about a kooky customer that came in.

That was another thing he loved that she said a lot: kooky.

Their goodbyes had grown more and more affectionate over time as well. From a little wave and a shy smile to a little hug, to a bear hug with a kiss on the temple from Harry.

Things were moving very swimmingly. Y/n was happy with the progress the two had made in getting to know each other. She had learned that he worked at a marketing firm but his passion was music, that he was in a band when he was in high school, and he’s from a village in Manchester.

Harry learned that Y/n has a degree in herbology and really likes the woods, and the show The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (despite the inaccurate depiction of witches, she thinks the characters are pretty).

Y/n has been trying to figure out the best way to tell Harry about her… lifestyle. It’s going to be a big shift in his reality and she worries that she’s going to overwhelm him. Her parents didn’t have this problem because they were both witches, but she had been fated to a mortal, which she’s not complaining about because loves Harry and all his human afflictions (loves!), but it’s quite a task keeping him in the dark until she’s ready to shed light on everything.

Especially on a day like today.

Her mother is out again, leaving her in charge of the store, again! And as previously mentioned, Y/n gets a little strung up when she’s left in charge. She’s forgetful, her mind flying all over the place. Her messiness gets worse, leaving different things all over the place (she somehow left a grimoire in the refrigerator at home), losing things… Basically, Y/n’s not doing so hot at the moment.

A busy spell had just finished, she had like 7 different customers in at once, all of them needing her for different things and all the chamomile and lavender oil rubbed behind her ear in the world couldn’t calm the anxiety flowing through her at the moment. She’d been so strung up that she hadn’t noticed the warm golden shiver running down her spine or all the hair on her body raising to attention or the jingle of the bells on the door when Harry walked in.

Walked in to see… the brooms sweeping up by themselves? And different pots and pans flying back into place… with no one carrying them. And Y/n muttering words he didn’t understand while her fingers wiggled, making the pestle inside what he learned to be called a mortar, moving by itself.

To say the least, Harry was very confused. And a little scared. Was he dreaming? Did today even happen? Was he still at home lying in bed?

The only thing that makes him realize he’s not is the shriek Y/n let’s out when she sees him standing frozen in the doorway, eyebrows pulled together in confusion (and a little bit of terror), mouth agape like he wanted to say something but didn’t know where to start. All at once, every moving item ceased and dropped, including the pots and pans which made a very loud noise, scaring Thea so much that she did the loud “meow!” that you only hear cats do in movies, and Y/n let out a quiet“Shit!”

“Harry…” She muttered, standing up slowly and treading towards him.

“Um… Y/n. What- what the fuck… was all of that?” He stuttered, and she continued to walk to him.

“Love, why don’t we go sit down and I’ll explain everything to you!” Y/n said slowly. She had taken to calling him Love lately, not being able to stop herself. They had yet to really “confess their feelings” to the other, but it was like a silent thing that no one said but they both just knew. So the name didn’t surprise him. Actually in the midst of all this craziness (and how his whole world had just seemed to be flipped in a matter of 5 seconds) he was clinging to the familiarity of the pet name.

He nodded, his eyes glazing over as he tried to wrap his head around what he was seeing. Y/n waved her wrist, everything that had dropped seeming to come to life again and be put back into their rightful places. Harry stared in amazement. Seeing it for the second time really drove the nail into the coffin that holy shit this is really happening…

They sat down side by side on the bench where they normally did but Y/n didn’t put her leg over his like they had grown used to. She missed the contact but figured a little space while she explained everything would be best for her Flame. Harry didn’t agree and tugged her closer to him. She didn’t fight it.

“Ok,” She sighed, cracking her knuckles as she took a deep breath, “Harry… my darling Harry. I need you to keep an open mind while I tell you all of this ok? It’s gonna be a lot for you to take in and I don’t want you to get a headache.” He nodded, and she took his hands in her own, running her thumb over his palm and channeling positive energy between the two of them. She saw Harry relax a little, letting her know it worked. He was ready (as ready as he could be) to hear what she had to say.

“Love, I’m a witch.” She says, letting it sink in for a moment. Harry doesn’t say anything for a moment. Y/n wonders if he’s even breathing. The strong pulse thumping in his wrist is a steady reminder that he’s ok, just shocked. (Very, very shocked).

“I come from a very long line of very powerful witches. I have magic, kind of like you see in movies and tv shows except I don’t worship the devil or eat children. None of us do. We’re usually very gentle creatures, unless we’re put in danger. Witches don’t use magic to hurt others, quite the opposite actually.”

“So… you cast spells and stuff?” He asks quietly. She breathes a laugh through her nose, nodding her head, continuing to channel him by rubbing her thumbs over his palms.

“I do, that’s what you saw me doing at the counter. I was actually strengthening the anti-anxiety jar I gave you a few weeks ago, because you told me you had a big project coming up and I didn’t want you to get too stressed out.” The girl said.

Harry couldn’t really focus on one thing for too long, letting his gaze flit around the kitchen area. He felt oddly… calm.

“Why do I feel so calm right now? I feel like I should be freaking out a little bit more than I am…” He voiced, finally looking into her eyes.

“I’m channeling you… look.” She said, pointing her gaze to their hands. He sees her thumbs rubbing gentle circles into his palms and looks back into her eyes.

“You’re casting a spell on me right now?” Harry wonders out loud.

“Channeling isn’t necessarily a spell, I’m just focusing and directing positive energy onto you right now, to help keep you calm. Like I said, I don’t want you to get a headache or pass out on me. I can stop if you want me to though!” She added quickly at the end but he shook his head.

“No, don’t stop…” He almost cried, pulling her closer to him.

“Ok, I won’t. It’s ok!” She shushed him, letting one of her hands float to his cheek, brushing over his cheek bone and pushing a fallen curl out of his eyes, before her hand found his again.

“Was it a spell that made me want to come in here that first day?”

“No baby, that’s actually a little different. This might be a little much so you gotta bear with me ok?” She explained and he nodded, heaving out a heavy breath.

A beat of silence passes and Y/n lets her eyes lock with his.

“We’re Twin Flames… or what you would know as Soulmates. We were fated to be together. That’s why you felt a pull to come in here. We were… destined… to meet each other.”

Harry doesn’t say anything and Y/n feels like her heart is about to beat out of her chest. She knew he was going to find out someday, but really didn’t expect that day to be this one. This crazy long day where everything had seemed to just bubble over and explode. She should have known something was going to happen when this morning, the flame on the candle she had lit for Harry on her altar was taller than it ever had been. She had written it off to him just thinking about her or something (if this was the case, it would be to the ceiling all day everyday because he never stops thinking about her), but she should have known. And now, here she was, terrified that Harry was going to walk away from her. She would understand if he did, it’s a lot to take in, and having your whole world flipped on its head is a bit much.

It would still break her heart though.

“So… this is normal?” Harry broke his silence.

“Is what normal?”

“That I want to be around you all the time? That I think about you all the time? What I’m feeling is normal?”

Y/n’s face softens. He’s so cute, she thinks. She could just wrap him up in a little bow and keep him all to herself for the rest of time.

“Yes, baby. It’s normal! I’ve been feeling the same things as you ever since we first met!” Harry’s mind is a little clearer now, so he picks up on the new pet name. Baby. He likes it, he decides.

“You feel this way too?” He looks like a little puppy right now, Y/n could just cry. She nodded her head, scooting impossibly closer to him, practically sitting in his lap. It seemed now that he was even calmer than he had been before, even without her channeling. She stopped for a second to test his reaction and he was ok. He didn’t tense up, eyes didn’t well in tears, didn’t lose consciousness. So she moved her hands to cup his cheeks now, feeling him lean into her touch.

“You’ve been the only thing on my mind since before you even walked through the door that first day. You’re in my dreams every night, I see you every time I close my eyes, I’m completely taken with everything you do.” Y/n confesses, feeling a weight lift off her chest.

“I know it seems fast to you, as a mortal. Your kind usually takes this kind of thing slowly, really learns a person before you become vulnerable. Out of fear for being judged or whatever it might be, but I would never judge you. I want you to know it’s ok to let your guard down with me. Whatever you're comfortable with! I don’t want to overwhelm you in any way, and I know all of this is so so much to take in. I just want what’s best for you, my Love.”

It’s not lost on Harry that she adds my before Love. He feels his heart flutter.

“I’m taken with everything you do too. Absolutely everything.” He whispers, if he speaks too loudly the moment might be lost.

They stare into each other's eyes, feeling the energy in the room grow. Flames from the lit candles around the room grow tenfold, reflecting the rising energy. Harry has half a mind to break his gaze from the girl before him, seeing the tall flames before bringing his eyes back to hers. He sees her gaze drop to his lips repeatedly. He doesn’t think she even realizes that she’s leaning in to him, but he’s not going to stop her.

When she’s so close he can feel her breath fanning over his face, she pauses, looking back up to his eyes, silently asking for permission. With her hands still cupping his cheeks gently, she closes the distance between them, pressing her lips delicately to his. Harry places his hands in two places: her waist and her neck. He pulls her in closer, pressing their lips together more firmly. A wildfire spreads from head to toe on both of them. It seems as though time has paused for this very moment, and again the earth shifts. A piece of the universe has just been restored, two halves of a soul reunited.

Harry’s fingertips send sparks flowing down her spine, she hums against his lips. The kiss is simple, just two people getting to know each other, learning the other's body, but it’s long. It’s not just one peck. Harry presses his lips against hers multiple times, slotting her bottom between both of his.

When Y/n pulls back to catch her breath, Harry chases after her, not ready to end this moment yet. She chuckles and grants him a few more kisses until she really is about to pass out because she needs to breathe. Pushing him gently, she breaks the kiss and rests her forehead against his, keeping her eyes closed.

She so badly wants to let the three words sitting on the tip of her tongue go, but doesn’t want to overwhelm him with too much all at once.

“Do you feel that?” He whispers, pulling her to sit astride his lap. She moves pliantly, letting him take control of the situation.

The air feels charged, thick, like it should be hard to breath but it flows, smooth as water, into their lungs.

Y/n’s head feels heavy, like she’s high on every drug there ever was, her mind fuzzy, unable to think outside of this moment. Outside of this little wrinkle in time where Harry is the only other thing that exists.

“Yeah,” She whispers back, reconnecting their lips, slotting them together over and over until their lips are puffy and red. Harry slides his hands around her waist, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her flush against him, not even a slip of paper would fit.

Pulling away, Harry heaves in a deep breath, squeezing Y/n’s hips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long…” He says, nudging his nose against hers. She smiles, letting his affections wash over her, warming her eternal soul.

“This doesn’t freak you out?”

“Oh, I’m so freaked out but I'm kind of just going with it, living in the ambiguity and all that shit.” He heaves a laugh through his nose, pressing kisses to her cheek and down her neck, smoothing his hands up and down her back.

This was the best possible outcome of the situation, if Y/n had to be honest. It could have gone so many ways. Harry being freaked out but rolling with it… she’ll take it.

“How about we make dinner and you can ask me any questions you have?” She suggested and he nodded.

So they did just that. But Y/n closed the shop early and they went back to her place. Hand in hand they walked the few blocks, side glaces of reassurance and little squeezes of the hand, letting the other know they were there, and they weren’t going anywhere, with Thea in her little travel backpack (that she was absolutely in love with surprisingly).

They came upon an unsuspecting alleyway. Harry thought they were just passing through as a shortcut but Y/n stopped walking in the middle of a blank brick wall and muttered a few words she didn’t understand while waving her hands. He started to realize maybe this wasn’t just a shortcut.

Before his eyes, a door appeared. His brows shot up in surprise (he’s gonna get worry lines on his forehead if he doesn’t stop doing that, he realizes). Y/n looked over her shoulder at him, trying to hide a smirk but the look on his face was too good.

“Pretty wicked huh?” Harry didn't say anything, just chuckled and nodded, following her when she opened the door and a set of stairs appeared. Walking up the dimly lit hallway, they come to another door with the cheeky The Witch Is In sign.

“Cute.” Harry smirks at her and she laughs, opening it and letting him walk through first.

“Make yourself at home! I’ve got records on the shelf over there, you can pick one if you want. I’m just gonna feed Thea and get her all settled and we can get to making dinner.” Y/n explained. Harry ventured off into her living room, seeing the shelf she was talking about and browsing through. There were many different artists from Fleetwood Mac to Taylor Swift to Weezer. He picks out Hozier's self-titled album and puts it on, the beginning of Take Me To Church crackling through the speakers.

“Good choice,” He hears from behind him and smiles, turning around to see the girl he was apparently destined to spend the rest of his life with standing before him.

“Jackie and Wilson has been stuck in my head the last few days so,” He said, sauntering over to her and snaking his arms around her waist.

Taking a look around, he sees many different trinkets and items similar to what was in the shop. A lot of jars filled with different things, candles of all different colors, crystals, a broom (he didn’t realize witches actually had brooms but ok), among other things that he didn’t know the purpose of.

“Wait… how are there windows in here? I didn’t see any outside.” He asked, pulling back from the hug and looking at her.

“Well, there aren’t any windows in the alley. But there’s also a glamour spell on this building so nobody can see my apartment. That’s why you can’t see the door until I do the little thing you saw me do.” She answered. A sheepish smile broke onto his face.

“Oh,” he said and she laughed from her chest, petting a few fallen curls back from his forehead. She could get used to this, she thinks as she stares into his eyes, green as the forest and wide with wonder at everything he’s discovered today.

Who knew the girl he was falling in love with would be a witch… with actual powers.

* .

. * .

“Wait so, if no one can see your front door… how do you get mail?” Harry asked, reaching around Y/n for the salt.

“At the shop,”

“Oh,” He says. She laughs, kissing his cheek and continuing on cutting up veggies for the salad they're making.

“Have you always been able to do magic or was it something you grew into?” Y/n thought back to when she was little, remembering how she struggled to harness her powers for a few years before she started getting the hang of things.

“I always had powers, but imagic isn’t something you just wake up and know how to do so it took a while for me to really settle into and control. Magic is a skill, same as reading and writing, so I had to be taught and I had to work on it. Does that make sense?” She pauses while she explains, looking into his eyes. Harry nods, but his light hearted curious expression turns into one of embarrassment and she doesn’t understand why.

A rosy red color surrounds him, telling her he was feeling… embarrassed? Why did he feel embarrassed?

“Baby? What’s going through your head?” She asks, wanting to help him feel better.

She doesn’t like when he’s feeling anything other than happy!

“I just… I feel like I’m asking you so many questions about all of this stuff and it’s just tough to wrap my head around I guess.” She puts the knife down and sets her hand on his wrist, stopping from what he’s doing. She places her other hand on his shoulder, coaxing him to face her.

“Harry, this is a lot to take in, yeah? It’s not something you can just find out and move on from. It’s gonna take time to process. You’re gonna feel a lot of emotions, and that’s ok! I would be worried if you weren’t feeling a little off, as much as I hate that you’re not feeling 100%.”

She places a series of gentle pecks on his lips, doing her best to soothe him in any way.

“Ask all the questions you want! You don’t have to worry about being judged or saying something wrong, you have a right to be curious.” She feels him relax in her hold which in turn makes her relax.

“Thank you for being patient with me,”

He’ll get used to this, he thinks. He’ll get used to the fact that real witches actually exist, he’ll start to understand the words she mutters when she waves her hands, he’ll get it eventually. But right now, he doesn’t really get it, he’s not really used to it. But she’s worth it. She’s worth more than everything.

“I think you’re the one thing I know how to be patient with,” Again, she wants to mutter those three words on the tip of her tongue, but he’s already been through so much today, she doesn’t want to overwhelm him any more than he already is. So she’ll wait, because one day (hopefully soon) he’ll be ready to hear them.

“Can you do a spell? I kind of want to see how they work…” Harry asks after a moment of them just enjoying the silence that only really comes when two people understand each other.

She chuckles and nods, telling him she will show him a few spells after dinner. He agrees and they go back to making their meal, dancing around each other and laughing just like they always did and it felt good. Felt like this would be ok. Y/n was still scared because he could still decide to leave, that this was too much for him. That she was too much for him.

But for right now, things were ok.

* .

. * .

“Amoris et lux sum ego ipse, et carorum beatum facere potest, per potentiam solem et lunam, ut superius, et inferius.”

(I am love and light, I bring happiness to myself and my loved ones, By the power of the sun and moon, as above, so below)

Harry doesn’t think he’s ever heard anything weirder in his life...and his college roommate freshman year was a conspiracy theorist.

As Y/n spoke the words, she stirred a brew of tea infused with different herbs clockwise. He watched from beside her as she did this, his hand placed on her thigh so that his energy could be used in the spell along with hers.

Before she said the spell, she told him to set an intention and he had no idea what that was so she did a little lesson after reassuring him that his question was valid. (He’s still feeling insecure about not understanding anything she was talking about.) She told him to “close your eyes, take a deep breath, and clear your mind. Think of something you want in life that isn’t material.”

His immediate thought was that he wanted to spread kindness and love in the world (Y/n did her best not to tear up at her Flame’s pure intentions) so she nodded, telling him to think about that and only that, and set her intentions to the same thing so the spell would work. Mixing lavender, rose petals, and chamomile in a large mug, she pours in hot water to steep the herbs and, as previously mentioned, stirs it clockwise (something about clockwise being for manifestation), , rubs her palms together and snaps her fingers, and snuffs out the candles she had lit.

When all is said and finished, Y/n pulls Harry into a sweet kiss, and then has him take a sip of the tea telling him be careful my Love, it’s still hot. He kisses her back, taking a sip of the tea (he’d never been one for lavender things but this was actually really good. He wonders if it has anything to do with the fact that Y/n made it).

“So we just drink this and then what?” He asks, handing her the mug.

“We sacrifice an animal,” She says, not skipping a beat and taking her sip. Harry chokes on his spit, gasping for a breath of air before the girl bursts into a fit of giggles.

“I’m just kidding, baby. That’s it. That’s the whole spell. You just have to honestly believe it for it to work.” She says and he heaves a sigh of relief.

“Don’t joke like that!” He whines, more giggles escaping from Y/n’s throat.

“I’m sorry bub, I won’t do that anymore.” She says, still fighting off laughs. They continue to sip the tea, Y/n telling Harry about different things she did during the day.

Harry looked upon her as if she hung the moon just for him, and was telling him all about how she did it. Without even realizing it, he started to feel warmer and like a buzz was coursing through his veins.

“I feel weird…”

“What do you mean you mean you feel weird?” She voiced, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead and then feeling his pulse. Both were normal.

“I feel warm and like I’m buzzing… Kind of like I’m high…” He explained and she nodded her head, a small sigh of relief escaping her.

“That’s the spell working baby. You’re ok!”

“Oh, ok. It just worried me a little,”

“You’re ok! I want you to tell me when something worries you or feels different or off.” She says, and places a hand on his thigh. Harry agrees and they continue with their conversation.

When they both took their last sips on the tea, they cuddled up on the couch, an incense stick and candle lit on the coffee table.

Y/n sat, manipulating the smoke and flame simultaneously while Harry watched with a wide eyed gaze. She had explained how this was something he would be able to learn if he wanted to, and that she had been practicing for years to be able to do both things at the same time.

“I started when I was… I want to say 5. It’s a simple skill that promotes concentration. You have to stay extremely focused to even manipulate one element at a time. It’s only been these last few years that I’ve been able to concentrate enough to do both.” She explained, taking a break. As much as she loved showing Harry all these different things, it took a lot of energy out of her and it had already been a dreadfully long day.

“How about we go to sleep and I’ll show you more tomorrow? I’m pooped!” Harry hums an agreement, lifting his head from her lap and letting her lead the way to her bedroom.

Light lavender walls adorned with shelves full of plants and different nicknacks, and a desk with more candles, herbs, and other eclectic items sat atop it.

“What is all of this?” He sifts through all the things on the desk, not touching as Y/n had explained to him at some point today, I know you don’t have any ill intent, but a lot of this stuff absorbs other people's energy which can mess up what I use it for, so look and don’t touch. If you want a closer look, I’ll pick it up. There are different colored stones of varied shapes and sizes and many candles. One in particular catches his eyes. A green one with a very tall flame with something carved into the side of it. “What’s up with this green candle?”

“This is my altar, and the green candle is the one I have lit for you. I’m assuming that because you’re here, it’s going a little crazy. Nothing to be afraid of! I’m actually going to put it out since you’re here with me.” She explained quickly, reaching towards the flame with her finger and snuffing it out.

“Wait, you had a candle lit for me?” His eyes rounded, a shy smile coming onto his lips. An identical smile graced her features as she turned to look at him.

“Yeah, I’ve had one lit for you since the day we met. I made a sigil and carved it into the side and keep it lit day and night as an extra layer of protection for you.” She explained. Harry felt his heart melt at this.

She couldn’t get any cuter, he thinks.

A candle lit for him… to keep him safe. That’s adorable.

He leans in and places a gentle kiss on her lips, brushing the little hairs away from her face.

Y/n led him further into her room where her ensuite bathroom was, giving him a tooth brush and letting him know he could shower if he wanted to. When he came back into the room after getting ready, Y/n laid out on the bed in a sports bra and shorts. He just wore his boxers.

Climbing into bed next to her, she cuddled up to him right away, his arm finding a home around her body and her head laid on his chest, listening to his heart beat.

“Been dreaming about this moment my whole life,” Y/n mumbled, cheek smushed against his skin, making her look all cute and cuddly. Harry had to hold back a coo at the sentiment.

“Me too Moppet, me too,” He sighed, and they both drifted off into warm, fluffy, dream-like states, wrapped in the safety of each other's arms.

* .

. * .

Walking down the street at night isn’t the best idea for normal women, Y/n had learned over her 22 years of life. But Y/n is not a normal woman. She’s a witch.

And while most women carry their keys between their knuckles and have tasers or pepper spray or mace at the ready, Y/n didn’t really need that. This was one of the only instances where she would use her magic to harm anyone. Like she’d said before- only when she’s put in danger (or someone else around her is put in danger).

So when a prick who reeks of whiskey starts tailing her, she waits for him to take the first blow. Waits for him to get a little too close, so she can turn around and unleash her wrath on him. All the while making it seem like it’s not her doing. Like causing a brink to fall off the roof above her and hit him in the head. She wouldn’t actually do that but a witch could dream.

No, she’ll trip him up without turning around and if he still insists on gaining her attention, she’ll spin around quick, flick her wrist and send him into an unconscious daze and let him sleep off his inebriation on the lovely warmth of the concrete sidewalk.

That’s exactly what she does.

“Hey sweetheart, where you goin’?” He slurs, beginning his trek behind her. She’s unresponsive which leads him to believe she’s playing hard to get because his fragile little man ego can’t fathom that a woman would ignore his attention.

“Oh c’mon baby don’t be like that!” He speeds up, already wobbling but this only serves to make him clumsier.

She does her thing, flicking her wrist in his direction (discreetly) so he trips, but this doesn’t stall him. He reaches out, effectively grabbing her arm. She whips around to face him, cheeks growing red hot with anger. Ripping her arm out of his grasp and twisting his arm around, she gets close to his face.

“Touch me again, I fucking dare you!” She snarls, doesn’t even realize her grip is burning into his flesh- her magic gets a little crazy when she’s mad. Releasing him (tossing his arm away from her in a rough manner), she flicks her wrist once again and mutters a quick “et obliviscere somnum*”, watching him fall to the ground, unconscious. She looked around to see if anyone was watching the scene go down but no one was sober enough to pay attention to some drunk bloke harassing a young woman.

*(forget and sleep)

She shakes off her frustration as she comes to a stop in front of an unfamiliar building. Where her Flame lives.

She had agreed to let him make her dinner at his house, so she packed an overnight back and made her way further into town. He had given her an address and while, yes she did use it, she also let their bond lead her to him. She just kind of knew where to go, it seemed. Harry had expressed that he felt something similar the first time he went into the shop, though he didn’t understand why he wanted to walk in- just felt like he had to.

Making her way up the stairs, she let’s Harry know she’s there, beginning to feel the familiar tingle rush down her spine. She hadn’t seen him for a week and a half since he's been busy with a project at work- a client wasn’t happy with all the work he and a coworker had done so they had to quickly re-do an entire proposal to meet the client's deadline. Needless to say- the little anti-anxiety jar she made him was coming in real handy lately. Y/n had also had him put citrine and amethyst points on his desk while he worked to help him focus and stay calm so he didn’t stress too badly.

She always had a little something to make his life easier, whether it be a stone, or a jar of different things (a spell jar, he’d learned), or whatever it may be- she always had something to help.

When she made it to his floor, he was standing there waiting for her with open arms. She ran to him, jumping into his arms and holding onto him tight.

“I missed you, my wild girl,” He muttered into her neck, spinning her around. Her face flushed without fail, her arms wrapping tighter around him.

“Missed you most,” She sighed, nuzzling into him.

“Don’t think that’s possible.”

She hummed in disagreement while he walked them inside, Y/n still wrapped around him like a koala bear. His house smelled of peach and mango. It’s sweet- just like him. The thought made her smile.

Giving him a big smacking kiss on the cheek, she pulls back to have a look at his face, seeing he’s smiling like an idiot. It warms her heart to see him smile, butterflies breaking out of their cocoons and fluttering about her tummy.

“What’re you smiling for?” She voices, giggling at him.

“M’ happy you’re here,” He sighed, “Don’t like not seeing you.”

“I don’t like not seeing you either,” She frowned, petting his wild curls back and placing little pecks all around his face.

His cheeks flushed at her affection.

Harry set Y/n down on the kitchen counter, standing in between her legs, hands resting on her hips. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to hers lightly, before slotting them together, fully indulging himself in his girl. She responds immediately, letting her hands rest around his neck.

She will never not be amazed by how soft his lips are. Kissing him feels like floating through clouds, like laying down in bed after a long day on your feet. Kissing him is like the first breath of warm summer air after the longest winter. Kissing him feels like coming home.

Y/n’s heartbeat picks up as the kiss becomes more needy, leaning into him further. Harry pulls her closer, his hands ghosting up the bare skin under her shirt and fiddling with the band of the bralette she’s wearing. A gasp escapes her lips when he pulled the fabric up, letting it snap back to her skin causing a smirk to grow on his face- struggling to keep up with her lips.

He kisses her breathless before pulling away, watching as her eyes flutter open and she heaves air into her lungs, her cheeks flushed and supple.

“Don’t want the food to burn,” He smirks again, hands falling away from her body, moving the pots and pans on the stove around to the counter so he could plate their dinner.

“Asshole,” He hears her mutter.

Harry could get used to this, having Y/n around. Being able to come home to her, make them dinner, make out in the kitchen, fall asleep together. He can’t believe he ever thought he loved anyone before she came along. There was just no way. Y/n came into his life and took over every aspect and now he couldn’t imagine a world without her in it. He hopes to the Stars he doesn’t have to.

Yeah, she’s got him praying to the stars now.