#but of course my mum and aunt have opinions and this is not allowed. only soul crushing boredom allowed

[thenwethrowitonthefire]

Shout-out to everyone who survived a "fun" easter with the family

[seriouslysam8]

could we have a legerdemain sneak peek since we’re not getting an update? no pressure ofc 💗

Sure. This is unedited since I don't have the entire chapter done yet.

Chapter Thirty-Four: The One with the Trial

“Albus,” the strong and steady voice of his father sounded.

Slowly, Albus turned to look at his dad leaning against the door frame dressed to the nines in a fancy suit and dress robes. Albus knew that his dad hadn’t bought any of his outfit nor had he ever worn it before. His dad had zero taste in clothes and often wore the same thing over and over again until Ginny bought him new things. The only question remained was did his mum buy the outfit or had she outsourced the job to his aunt Fleur who loved any excuse to go shopping.     

“Yeah?” Albus replied.

Harry raised his eyebrows above his glasses and entered the room, taking Albus’ yeah as an invitation. “Zabini is on his way with Demelza and a small team of Hit Wizards to escort you to the Ministry. The rest of us will follow shortly.”

Albus nodded, not liking the idea that his dad wasn’t going to be on his escort team to the Ministry. It was a silly thing really, but he had just assumed his dad would be by his side until he had to take a seat in the courtroom. 

Harry reached out and tied Albus’ tie without a word between them. Albus let out a shaky breath, thankful that he no longer had to worry about the blasted thing. He had known how to tie by the time since he was seven years old, determined to learn before he attended the fifteen-year anniversary of Lord Voldemort’s downfall. His dad had been forced to speak and he could remember sitting between Teddy and Lily with little ribbon pins on the pocket of his suit jacket that represented the family he had lost in the war. It had gone over his head if he was being honest with himself. 

“It’ll be all right,” Harry said in an even tone as he adjusted the tie around Albus’ neck. “Zabini is feeling very optimistic.”

“How do you feel?” Albus whispered in a small voice, because his dad’s opinion was far more important than Blaise Zabini’s.

Harry folded down the collar of Albus’ dress shirt before he centered the tie on his neck. “I think you have a very strong case. You did nothing wrong. When you take the stand, be open and honest about everything. People can see straight through lies.”

Albus nodded. “I’m scared, Dad.”

There was no one in the entire world except for his dad that he would admit such a thing to. A knock sounded from below and a shiver ran down Albus’ spine knowing he was going to leave at any moment. Harry pulled Albus towards him, crushing Albus against his chest.

“I know,” Harry murmured as Albus buried his face into his dad’s shoulder. “You are not alone in this. The entire family will be there supporting you. I promise you, Albus, if the worst-case scenario happens, I will not let you spend the rest of your life in Azkaban.”

Albus’ throat clogged at the admission. Both fear and appreciation coursed through his body, making his nerve endings tingle. His mother called for him to come downstairs, but Albus only tightened his grip around his dad.

“Promise me that you and Jamie and Teddy won’t do anything stupid if I’m convicted,” Albus whispered, his fingers clawing at the fabric of his dad’s robes. “I don’t want the three of you being fugitives or going to jail. We appeal it in court, nothing more.”

“Albus…” Harry trailed off.

“I love you, Dad,” Albus said with a shake of his head. “I couldn’t live knowing that you or my brothers are in jail because of me. I’ll be all right. I promise. No matter the outcome.”

Albus knew his words weren’t true, but he’d be damned if he allowed his dad or brothers or anyone really to wind up on the run or in Azkaban because of him. He would take his judgement without complaint because there really wasn’t anything else he could do. 

“I can’t promise that, Albus,” Harry replied.

“Dad, please,” Albus pressed as he pulled back to look at his father in the eyes. “You wouldn’t want any of us to do something stupid if it were you in this position. How could I… I couldn’t be happy knowing that Teddy and James don’t get to be dads anymore because they’re in prison. How could I live with the knowledge that I took you away from Remus? I mean, who is going to make that kid bangers every fucking Friday night?”

Harry cleared his throat, his head nodding slowly. “All right, Albus, we’ll fight it in the courts.”

Albus could tell that it physically pained Harry to say those words. If Albus was being honest with himself, he wasn’t sure that his father wasn’t just trying to placate him. In that moment, Albus just had to believe his father was being truthful.

[txtdreamss]

the boy who has everything// [f.w.]

Summary: Fred and you have been secretly going steady since the end of your fifth year. Now that he and George are making their grand exit to follow their dreams, you are struggling to come up with the perfect parting gift.

Inspired by: https://open.spotify.com/track/37hblhCnC5YzhDQH58Rgpi?si=0EISnLcTRE2mctlIXNObTA

Warnings: Angst, Malfoy!Reader, difficult home life, neglect mentioned

A/N: Currently going through a bit of a writers block that definitely came from school, but I thought something to do with my fav boy would help clear my mind. Just want some input from ya’ll, would you be interested in me starting to take requests? Also, low-key miss having mutuals before I decided to completely start over lol. Also, why does ‘each other’ look wrong to me? Like I am a native English speaker but the words just like sus...

Word Count: 2.2k

    The numerous differences between your childhood and your boyfriend’s were anything but subtle.

    Growing up, you felt as if you were a puppet being dangled for the world to see. Your mother, Narcissa Malfoy, was a complex woman; She obviously loved you very much. She held you, but never longer than it took to keep your tears at bay. Lucius Malfoy, on the other hand, was your father in blood only. His disdain for your lack of enthusiasm regarding blood purity was obvious. He had never once in your 18 years on Earth said ‘I love you’, or even a simple ‘I’m proud of you’. Until the day came where you were willing to take the dark mark and fight on behalf of Lord Voldemort, you would be nothing in your parents’ eyes besides a test child before Draco’s birth.

    Now, from what Fred had told you, his childhood was seemingly filled with sunshine and rainbows. He spent his summers wading in the pond near the Burrow, listening to the chirp of crickets and giggles of his numerous siblings. The entire family was open about showing their love in words and actions. Molly and Arthur, despite not being particularly rich, would give the clothes off their backs if it meant their children would never have to experience fear in any capacity. Fred always had a playmate, and never did he have to go through life fearing being expelled from the family home for his opinions.

    In the simplest of terms, Fred and you were complete opposites. Your similarities were found in the small things; the way you both were headstrong and loyal, and most of all...

   You both despised Filch. Fred had saved your butt from being caught in the halls after dark at the beginning of 5th year. He had decided then and there that despite the fact that you were in a different house, you simply had to be more than another member of the besmirched sacred twenty-eight. He knew from the second you were taking his outstretched hand in the dimly lit corridors that no matter what, you both were destined to be in each others’ lives. As he led you down a secret passage to the sound of Mrs. Norris’ eardrum-rattling mewls, you knew that the idea that he was just another impoverished ginger from the Weasley family was anything but true. Despite all the odds, that night was what laid down the foundations for you and Fred to become more than just another member of the family feud.

    Going on almost 2 years later, and your relationship had shifted from what was a slightly odd friendship to an unexpected relationship. Fred and George were now planning their grand escape for sometime after the Easter holidays, but you had a totally different date on your mind; April 1st.

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    “Oi, Weasley! You are a whole 42 seconds late!” You giggled, and Fred simply chuckled before dropping his books next to yours.

    It was rare for Fred to be on time, but he always made an effort (and usually succeeded) for you. Due to your obvious difference in house loyalty, the easiest way you found to spend time together was to carve out 2 afternoons each week to just bask in each others’ presence. Every Monday and Friday (unless there was a quidditch match), you would meet Fred in a secluded corner of the courtyard. The two of you would goof around study, snack on some treats from Honeydukes, or simply lie back and enjoy the sunset while talking about whatever came up.

    “So, anything big happen today, love?” Fred pecked you on the cheek quickly before dropping his head on your shoulder.

    “Just the usual. Apparently, my mother has finally given up on sending me howlers to come home.”

    “Y/N, mum already said she would love for you to come and stay with us during the holidays. You could come get a feel for the family over the holidays next week, and you would finally get to see what the Weasley-Twin-Birthday-Bonanza is like!”

    “You mean watch your aunt call you George for a whole evening while asking why you aren’t a prefect? Oh, I am so in.” The ginger made a face of mock offense while dramatically huffing into the shoulder of your robes. “That reminds me, will you finally cave and tell me what you want for your birthday?”

    “Love, I don’t want anything at all. Having my gal be there for the big one-eight is more than I could ever ask for.”

    Money was no issue; Your mother had continued sending you a small allowance, most likely in the hopes that it would sway you to ‘do the right thing’. Fred had always made an effort to get you a new charm for your bracelet for your birthday, which most likely cost him a few weeks in sales, so of course you wanted to return the favor and find the perfect gift. Last year, you had crocheted him a plush lion wearing a Gryffindor-themed scarf and he had loved it. For some reason, though, you couldn’t help but feel like you needed to find him something bigger and better for his final birthday as a Hogwarts student.

    “If you say so, Fred. Just don’t complain when you open my gift and it’s a pair of socks embroidered with little kittens.” Fred simply smiled and grabbed your hand that was previously tapping on the edge of your potions textbook.

    “I’ll wear them with pride.”

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    “Ginny, please tell me you have some amazing idea for a gift that I haven’t thought of....” Ginny grimaced as you sunk into the wooden chair, obviously aware that this meeting you had called in the library wasn’t just to give her some advice in terms of course selection.

    “Well... um... maybe you could bring him some muggle joke products? He really gets quite a kick out of them.” The apples of Ginny’s round cheeks became rosy, and she awkwardly rubbed at the back of her neck. “I mean, no offense, but couldn’t you just ask him?”

    “I tried that already. At this rate, he will be turning 19 before I figure out what to get him...” A puff of air escaped your chapped lips, and you once again found yourself nibbling on them in thought.

    “Well, here you are, big sis! Trying to figure out a gift for your git of a boyfriend?” Draco’s familiar greasy head popped out from behind the shelf before the young wizard marched up to you directly. “Do us all a favor, give him a little ‘life sans Y/N’... Merlin knows his parents probably don’t want a child of dark lord sympathizers at their shack anyways.”

    “Shut up, Draco...” Before Ginny could attempt to soothe your anger, you had up and left the room.

    “Psh, serves her right anyways...” A resounding smack was heard as Ginny wacked the platinum-headed goon on the back with the heaviest textbook lying nearby.

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    It wasn’t like doubt surrounding your relationship had never been an issue before. You often found yourself wondering if your company was putting Fred in danger, especially considering the current climate surrounding the resurgence in death eater activity. Fred had always tried to quell your worries, but sweet words and gentle kisses could only do so much. You and Fred knew how you both felt towards each other, but it seemed like the world was against you some days.

    Maybe Draco is right, he could get out of here and find a nice girl with normal parents to settle down with. After all, who wants to be known as the significant other of a Malfoy?

    A single tear slipped out of the corner of your eye, but you quickly dabbed it away with the edge of your sleeve to avoid grabbing attention from any of your housemates. The only perk you found that happened to come with being sorted into Slytherin like the rest of your family was that it was far enough away that you knew Fred wouldn’t find out if you spent any time sulking about your common room. For once, the slam of the heavy dungeon doors brought you comfort instead of a nagging chill.

    Fred isn’t like me. He has everything he could ever want... All I do is create more stress for him.

    Ignoring the harsh gaze of your housemates, you slipped into your dorm and found yourself slinking to bed without so much as slipping off your robes. Pulling the emerald comforters over your head, you let yourself slip into a restless sleep.

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    It was finally the day before the Easter holidays, and Hogwarts was more alive than ever. Young couples were spending their last day on campus wandering the corridors, groups of friends sat laughing and promising to write letters on what they each planned to bring back, and even some people that swore they were enemies seemed to be acting more hospitable. It must’ve been nice to not be spending the morning trying to calm your beating heart and convincing yourself that what you are doing isn’t wrong.

    “Hey Lovey! Have you finished packing yet?”

    “Well... not exactly, Freddie.” Fred’s face dropped, and he took your hand in his.

    “Is this about my aunt? I promise you won’t even have to say more than a simple ‘hello’ to her.” The mere mention of Fred’s Auntie Muriel almost cracked your tough exterior.

    “I can’t come home with you, Freddie. There is no way your family wants to spend their holiday break with the daughter of Lucius Malfoy. Look, I mean... here’s your gift. Just please promise to wait till you get to the station to open it.”

    Fred opened his mouth to argue, but you had already turned away as to avoid him seeing hot tears trail down your cheeks. You would have to be insane to go and willingly spend your holiday alone in the Malfoy Manor. There would be no family meals, especially now that all your parent’s energy went towards providing shelter for the death eaters. As you stumbled away to make your way back to your dorm to finish packing, Fred’s warm hand grasped your shoulder.

    “Please. Y/N, all I want is to be able to spend every day of this holiday mucking about with you. I know why you want to go home, and I’m telling you as your boyfriend and best friend to not do it. Just please, grant me a birthday wish... come home with me.”

    Fred drew you into his chest, and you found yourself clutching onto his striped button-up as if it would save your life. His larger hands rubbed across your back, and he pressed a small kiss on the top of your head.

    “Are you really sure about this, Fred? I wouldn’t want to make your mum and dad uncomfortable, or even your older brothers for that matter.”

    “Y/N, my love, the light of my life, just come home. If you can manage to get George to like you more than he likes me, I promise you the rest of my family will love you.” His signature smirk spread on his freckled face, and he pressed a quick peck on the tip of your nose.

    “Now, let’s go get you packed, Y/N.”

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    “Oi, Fred, what’s in the box?” George elbowed his brother while somewhat attempting to be quiet. The train ride was almost over, and you had resorted to using the seat opposite to the twins as a temporary napping spot.

    “I nearly forgot I had it on me to be quite honest. Do you think I should open it even though she is coming with us?”

    “She said to open it at the station, but we are obviously past that point, so please just open it!” George bounced in his seat, and Fred gave in to temptation. He unwrapped the ribbon holding the small box shut, opened the lid, and discovered a dainty chain with a circular pendant hanging on the end.

    “Is that a size reference for your-”

    “George! Shut up, you dimwit. I think it might be a mirror-glass type thing, but I genuinely have no idea...”

    “Freddie, bring it to your eye and look through it.” The twins both jumped as you rolled over, clearly no longer asleep.

    Fred brought the pendant to his right eye, squinted, and his immediate smile couldn’t be contained. When held at the right distance, he could see a small picture of you and him from your first date at Hogsmeade. He was much more lanky and awkward looking, and you were almost matched in height. The smile you both shared in the photo warmed his heart to no end, and Fred found himself having to gather his emotions from the memories he had of that day. 

    The ginger all but leapt to your side of the cart, and he wrapped his arm around your still-sleepy figure. He squeezed you tightly to his side before leaning in to whisper something in your ear without allowing George to hear.

    “It’s perfect, my love.”

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~Post-fic A/N: I hope this was a good read for you guys! I am definitely on the verge of passing out, but proofreading is superior to sleep (jk). Anyways, if anything comes to mind, don’t hesitate to reach out or send in an ask! I love interacting with you guys, even if it is just a brief hello! :) ~

[elysiashelby]

In Another World - T. Shelby Imagine Ch. 2

Paring: (Eventual) Thomas Shelby x Aliena Welsh (OC)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Word Count: 2, 522

WARNINGS: Cursing

Summary: Aliena Welsh has been living in the universe of the show Peaky Blinders for 2 months now. She’s beginning to make a life and a home for herself, but she’s been avoiding calling Thomas by his name. And he wants to know why.

MASTERLIST  CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER THREE

A/N: So, I forgot to add something very important. I am not from Liverpool. I do not know the proper way scousers talk. I’ve done some research and watched movies, but I will not advocate that it’s perfect. I’d love to get my readers’ opinions on it, and if enough responses come back saying that I shouldn’t show her accent in the writing- it will be gone! Also, this is the pronunciation of Aliena ( A Lee ay nah ). Thanks for reading!

So, I've been with the Shelby's for two months now! It has definitely been something! I mean Polly is very strict and for the first couple of days I was taking care of John's kids, she was watching over me like a hawk. I mean I didn't mind and I totally appreciated it. I dealt with me own family members, meaning I could've dealt with them however I wanted but these weren't me kids to punish. So, that's where Polly helped me out. She set me boundaries. 

With the cooking, I learned a lot of things. Like how to make eggs and bacon and sausage for breakfast. I can basically make anything Polly has taught me for the past 2 months. I also clean the house regularly. I do the sweeping, moping, the trash, and the laundry. I honestly don't mind. What's fun is that Polly found out that I didn't know UK currency and how it worked and she taught me it along with Finn. But, Finn actually already knew how to count money. He was 10, of course he did! He was there so that Polly could keep an eye on ‘em. 

I'm currently working on buying our weekly groceries for the main house, and for John. For the main house, Polly helps me out, but for John's house, I have to figure it out on me own.   

I was doing the kids' laundry as I watched over them. Katie, the eldest at 7, was helping me along with her sister Ilsa, who was 6. Robert, who was 4, was playing with his younger brother John, who was 3. I found out that John had knocked up Martha when they were 16, resulting in little Katie. They had Ilsa a year later, waited 2 years and had little Robert, and then baby John Jr. was a result of John Sr.’s vacation days during the war. 

I was scrubbing harshly against a stain when I noticed things had gotten out of hand. "Robbie, don't hit your brother so hard! You'll regret it when you're older. Katie, dear, you need to space out the clothes more! Ilsa, you need to scrub that spot harder." I shouted at them. 

Ilsa huffed. "Aliena, I want to go play! Why can't I?" 

"It's not that you can't, sweetheart. It's just- I need your help. I have to take care of all of your clothes along with your father's, along with your uncles’ and aunt's clothes. I would have your brothers do the same if they were any older, but they aren't. They would just mess the clothes up or not wash them right. So, as much as it pains me to prevent you from playing, I need your help, alright?" 

She groaned loudly. "Fine! But only because you need me." She muttered while sporting a big pout. 

I chuckled at her and reached over to pinch her pout. She flinched at it. 

"Aliena, why would I regret it?" Robbie shouted. 

"What?" I asked with my eyes squinting as I tried to get a good look at him. 

He ran towards me, which made Johnny follow. "Why would I regret hitting this annoying bugger?" He repeated while pushing his brother's head. 

I tsked at his antics. "You'll regret it because he'll grow bigger one day and give you a beating back. Mark my words, he'll learn to get you when you're weak!"

"No, he wouldn't!"

"Oh, but he would! It's what siblings do you see. I'm not telling you to never hit 'em because I know that's how you both play, but just don't make each other cry. Okay?"

Robbie tilted his head as if in deep thought before agreeing and running off with his brother. 

I sighed knowing that he probably told me a blag. 

Speaking of blags, you know that story I fed Thomas when I first arrived here was total bullshit, right? The truth is me whole family, nieces and all, are back in California in one house. Me da and ma aren't dead. Me sister doesn't have a husband, but does have a daughter. Me brother doesn't have a wife, but actually has 4 kids. Me da's brother is not mental, but lives with me gran. I forgot the reason why. And me mum still talks to her family all while maintaining the mentality that they are jealous of her because she's a stay-at-home mum. Also, I was dead-on about me body being younger. I had to have been 16, at most, because when I was 18 me features began to be more defined, and now I was stuck with this baby face again. 

When we were all done with the laundry, it was late afternoon. I made us all lunch, and then let them all run abar with their friends with the expectation of little Johnny. Him and I were going back over to Polly's. He once asked me about this decision, and I told him it was because he was too young. He pouted and groaned, but accepted it nonetheless. 

I opened the door to the house and he bolted right in. I laughed at the sight. I went straight away to the kitchen and put on an apron. I had to, ironically, make sandwiches for the boys. Finn probably found something to eat or Polly made him something, but it was my responsibility to feed the older Shelby brothers. 

"Finn, take care of your cousin while I go 'n feed your brothers!" I shouted as I finished making the last sandwich. 

I put a plate on top of the other holding two sandwiches and I had the third one set on its own plate, ready to be served. I opened the door by hitting it with me bum. I was instantly overwhelmed by the yelling and shouting of countless men that were in the betting shop. I had to weave me way through clumps of men as well as maintaining awareness of all their movements, so that they don't bump into me! 

John was closest even though he was actually the farthest. But he was the only one out of his office. Always near the blackboard that one.  

"John, I have your lunch!" 

He smiled at me while taking the plate. "Thanks, love!"

I nodded in return. Then, I went for Arthur's office. I knocked, he saw me, and told me to come in. 

"Here's your lunch, Arthur." I separated the plates and got one of the two sandwiches to place on the plate. 

"Ah! Finally, some fuckin' food! I swear Aliena, you make a mean sandwich. Thanks, doll." Arthur said before taking a huge bite. 

I said "you're welcome" with a rather embarrassed smile and left. I walked out of the room and closed the door behind me. Now, I was holding one plate in my hand. I inhaled largely and puffed my cheeks as I exhaled. 

'I swear I'll never get used to 'em.' I thought.  

I walked over to Thomas' office, knocked, and was allowed to come in. I turned the knob and took in the sight. Thomas Shelby kept his head down, inspecting his documents while nursing a ciggie that was in-between his two fingers resting there with his arm bent on the desk. 

"Your lunch, Mr. Shelby." I whispered as I set his plate down. 

He didn't even lift his head as he muttered "thank you." So, I just left. 

I wiped my hands on me apron, walked back into the main house, and closed the doors behind me. I walked back into the kitchen and tossed me apron on a chair. 

"Finn, is your cousin still alive?"

"Yeah!"

"Good! Keep him that way for the next two to three hours!"

"Okay!"

After serving lunch to the boys, I had to start cleaning the house. I beat the dirt out of rugs, I swept away dirt, and moped the floors afterward. When I was done with that I was taking down clothes that I've just washed yesterday. Then, I got ready to start ironing them, but mid through it was around 4 o'clock. 

I had to stop and go find the rest of John's kids. I got little Johnny and walked back to the flat, but when I got there, I found all three of them waiting outside of the door. I was able to start dinner with ease that night. Katie helped me make chicken soup. She was always so adorable. It took little over an hour. I ate with them, and then told Ilsa it was her night to wash the dishes. 

She’s so stubborn, reminds me of meself. I bet she’ll be a boss feminist when she gets older. I can imagine her now, marching for Women’s Rights. 

Anyway, I ran over back to the main house and helped Polly finish making their dinner. It was basically chopping and peeling. When she didn't need me anymore, I had to go back to the kids. I was up with them 'till 8:30 and then I had to tuck them into bed. I got done by 9, but little Johnny came out abar three times before settling down. When I was confident they were all asleep, I tidied up the house a little more. I just put away a toy or two that they'd missed. 

It was 11:37 in the night when John got home. He thanked me and gave me a pound before sending me on me way. With a pep in my step, I trod over back to the main house. 

I got me key to unlock the door, stepped in, and then locked it. With a key still in me hand, I rested against the door. Me hand with the key was clutching on the doorknob for dear life, me body thudded softly as it collided with the door. I closed me eyes and let out a heavy sigh. I rested there for what seemed like an eternity. But I got meself back up. I took the pins out of me hair that finally managed to form and maintain a proper bun. Me cheeks puffed as I exhaled and I shook out me hair. I put me pins in me coat pocket as I made me way to the couch. Me body just plopped down and I just relaxed. 

Me feet and back soon started to ache. So, I took off me shoes and socks, and started massaging me feet and rolling my ankles. I followed up by cracking me back, and then going upstairs to me room. I started placing everything nicely and where they were supposed to be. I changed into pajamas, which was just a dress. I attempted to fall asleep in bed, but ended up failing. Instead, I went downstairs, grabbed the tub, heated up some water, and drew meself a bath in me own room. 

The only way we could cleanse ourselves here was in a tub. It wasn't installed into the house, oh no! It was quite literally a grey tub, and I have to use another tub for me hair. When I was done, I poured me hair water down the kitchen drain, and then worked me way with the water I used for me body. Afterward, I settled down in front of the fire that was in the living room. I sat in front of it while wringing the water out of me hair. The crackling of the fire as well as its heat was comforting. So much so that I found meself dozing off. 

It was during that allotted time that a hand suddenly shook me. Frightened, I gasped, rolled on to my knees from leaning on me thighs, and tried to focus on the person who jolted me awake. 

"You know, you'll end up catching a cold if you go to sleep with wet hair right away?" Thomas said while kneeling down beside me. "And your hair will be a pain to deal with if you don't brush it soon." 

I nodded while looking at him with hooded, unfocused eyes. "Thank you, Mr. Shelby." My voice sounded hoarse like I actually had been just awoken from a nap when in reality all I did was close me eyes for a second. Me eyes kept wanting to close. I chose to rub me arms to keep me awake. 

"Do I make you uncomfortable, Ms. Welsh?" He asked while properly sitting down next to me. 

I squeezed me eyes shut, silently cringing. I knew I was making it obvious, but I figured that he was used to it. Hell, even Arthur and John don't talk to him without minding themselves. 

With a tight grip on me arms and an equally tight smile I said, "No, not uncomfortable, Mr. Shelby. But I am intimidated by you." 

He nodded silently. "Intimidation is often used as another word for fear."

I giggled at his words. "It's actually a synonym for frighten or terrify, but also overawe. Which means to be impressed by someone to like the point of speechlessness." Me hands were now an active part in our small conversation.

Only reason I knew that was from searching up the word so much! 

"So, am I correct to assume you're telling me you're impressed by me, Ms. Welsh?"

I pursed me lips while leaning me head to the side, resting on me arms that had been crossed on top of me bent knee. "I guess. What I'm really trying to say is that… I don't know actually. I just don't want to cross a line with you, in all honesty. If I were to say something wrong- like a mispronunciation! Arthur and John would 'ave a laugh and a joke, but my expected reaction from you is silence. Silence can be the most daunting thing."

Thomas hummed while looking at me silently. 

I couldn't stop a giggle and pointed at him. "See! Like that! Are you just being understanding, or are you judging me?" I laughed even more afterward, and then I yawned. 

Through squinted eyes, I saw Thomas smirk. It was small. I'm sure it was really a half-assed smile. 

 "I see that you call my brothers by their names. Even though I insisted from the moment we met for you to call me by my name, you don't. Is this the reason why?"

I hummed. "I guess. I mean, well, you're my boss. I figure you have to use, you know, the proper terms. It's my first job 'n all! I didn't want to do anything to mess up." I said while tracing over the patterns in the carpet. 

"Well, from the way I see it, I am your boss and your boss is giving you an order." 

I tried to stifle my giggle and hide me smile, but it didn't do much since he had eyes and ears. "Fine. Thomas."

"Aliena."

After that, he went up to his room. Me fatigue was oddly gone yet at its worst at the same time. It took me another hour before I managed to drag meself up and sleep on the couch.

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[surveysonfleek]

1576.

Do you have sensitive skin? nope. thankfully! Do you wear necklaces or earrings more? earrings for sure. Rings or bracelets? bracelets. Are you attracted to several guys at the moment? nope, just the one! Are you jealous of your best friend? no.

What year is it? its 2021. Spring or autumn? autumn is my fave Pasta or tacos? tacos. unpopular opinion but i dont looove pasta Water or soda? soda if it wasnt full of sugar haha Irish accent or Aussie accent? aussie all the way! Do you consider yourself to be a bit gangster? nope How many toilets are in your house? three Do you have an older sister? no, that’s me Favorite song by Owl City? that popular one, fireflies. its the only one i know What color is your mum’s car? black Do you live in an apartment? no Is your attitude contagious? i hope not. cant say i have the best attitude lol Cats are usually cuter than dogs right? no, dogs are way cuter Do you have a wallet? yes When is the last time you went to church? i dont remember haha! its been awhile Where were you yesterday at 3pm? at home. as usual Is your favorite color green? no Do you think black people are usually annoying? wow no, rude Do you own purple socks? yes Do you truly understand the (LDS) mormon religion? not at all Do you think it’s bullshit? i dont know enough about it to make a judgement  Where do you keep your kitty litter box? i dont have a cat Are you part Scandinavian? no

Did your aunt ever take you to the park back in the day? yes Is your hair in a ponytail atm? nah, its in a messy bun Are you rude to little children? haha no Do you like ethiopian food? ive tried it once, its good! Is your current crush younger than you? no crush Are you a lighter complexion than your father? yes, definitely lol. hes dark Do you know any white people who desperately want to be black or hispanic? not personally Do you like apricots? i dont think ive ever had a fresh apricot before. ive only ever had dried apricots and those apricot bars Do you go to the beach every summer? most of the time yes Ranch or barbeque sunflower seeds? ive never tried flavoured sunflower seeds haha! Do you know the first 5 books of the bible in order? i know genesis is first Are you eager to attend anything tomorrow? nope coz we aint allowed to go anywhere Have you ever bullshitted a whole test or exam? no, ive always had a basic understanding of the exam at the least Are banana chips delicious? its been years since ive had any. i just remember them being really hard Do you have a pet fish? no

Are you happy with your eye color? yeah Do you have more energy at night or mornings? hmm mornings lately Can you meow like a kitten? haha im not going to try Ass our vagina? wut Is your mum beautiful? of course Dick or cock? lmao i hate the way both sound Shrimp tacos or beef? shrimp! yum. Soft shell or hard shell? soft, always Do you live on the East coast? no Do you like kinky sex? not really. im pretty vanilla lol What country were you born in? australia Solid soap bar or liquid body wash? body wash Do you believe being gay is a choice or a “disorder”? neither! Crest or colgate? colgate Abortion? Cynical or justified? justified duh

[izcana]

House of Rosier and All of It’s Glorious Flaws

Before you read this, you should read Lover Boy (the whole series). You don't have to, it can be a stand-alone story, but I think it makes it so much better to see the dynamics of those people.

The story is told from Thomas' P.O.V.

***

"Mr Park, Mr Isaacs, Mr Agnes. This is the 3rd time you 3 have been late to my class," McGonagall seethed, her stony glare fixed on the three boys (us) who looked nowhere near guilty enough for their tardiness. "Detention with me tonight, half past 7." A girl sitting in the first row (one row in front of us) looked back from her (was that 6th year?) textbook disdainfully and rolled her hazel eyes. Who reads a textbook one year ahead in their free time? I was worried about my marks but reading one year ahead was just beyond me. Either she was way too smart or she was just a snob.

"Yes, Professor," Newt and I, the said Mr Isaacs and Mr Agnes (pleasure to meet you) mumbled. We were always the obedient ones and Minho (Mr Park) was the opposite.

"Sure, Prof," Minho snickered, sitting down with Newt at his table with a goblet on it. I mentally facepalmed. He'll definitely get in trouble for that.

McGonagall glared at the Minho. "Double detention, Mr Park." That's what I thought.

She turned her back to the boys and strolled up to the desk. "We will be practising how to do the Vanishing Spell. Take out your wands, please." I took a peek and noticed the girl had closed her textbook, sticking gold-foil bookmark in place. A name was written in perfect (of course...) calligraphy on the cover, though it was partially blocked by the tassel of the bookmark. Typical rich pureblood Slytherin, I thought, eying her Slytherin tie and necklace (family heirloom, perhaps? Whatever it was, it certainly looked expensive...)

There was a rustle as the students of Gryffindor and Slytherin opened their satchels and took out our wands. Such a shame we shared transfiguration with the Slytherins, too. Transfiguration was always my favourite class and McGonagall was a brilliant teacher and all, but the Slytherins made it unbearable. I could just hear their taunts of "Mudblood!" and "Filthy half breed!". Most of the Slytherins were pureblood maniacs, as Minho shamelessly said.

"Good. Now repeat after me – Evanesco. Do not point your wands and attempt this, yet. Make sure you articulate every syllable." All of us repeated the word. Everyone kept their arms at their sides, though I saw some people's (namely Minho) hands twitched as if they wanted nothing more than to jab their wand and get the spell over with.

"The movement to accompany this would be a sharp jab towards the object. Everyone try that, please. Without the word." We all did so again, and this time.

"Now you may try the spell."

The classroom exploded in sounds of Evanesco's! I tried it once and nothing happened (according to Newt, at least), although, in my opinion, it became a bit more transparent, so that's something. Somehow, the girl sitting in front of me managed to get it on her first try and Professor McGonagall beamed at her proudly. I wasn't sure what her reaction was because she had her back to me.

Newt followed my eyes to the girl. "Who's that?"

"Some rich Slytherin pureblood," I muttered, glaring at her back.

"What's got you so sour?" Minho questioned, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Tommy's obsessed with some Slytherin girl sitting in front of us," Newt told him, even though I slapped my hand over his mouth.

"Who is–––" Minho started to ask but he didn't get very far with it before McGonagall interrupted him.

"Mr Agnes, Mr Park, Mr Isaacs, that doesn't look like you practising the spell to me. Unless you want to receive another detention–––"

"No thank you, Professor!" Newt interrupted quickly, jabbing his wand furiously in the direction of his goblet. Before I turned away, I thought I caught a small flicker of a smile on the corner of McGonagall's lips.

We headed to detention at twenty past 7 (we were actually on time, Minho!) To my dismay, the girl from the transfiguration class was there, also. She spared us a glance but turned her head away disinterestedly as if we weren't worth her time or attention. I seethed silently and directed my glare elsewhere.

"For detention today, you'll be organising the supplies for the next lesson," McGonagall said, eyeing the goblets and animal cages warily. "That will consist of cleaning the animal cages and stacking the goblets in the shelf over there," she said, gesturing loosely to the said shelf. "No magic allowed. I won't be supervising you but I'll know if you use magic." And with that, McGonagall took her leave.

I don't think she'd actually be able to know if we used magic or not, but who knows? I'm not willing to test her bluff.

"She's not going to actually know, is she?" Minho questioned, raising his wand.

The Slytherin girl tapped it away. "I'd rather not receive another detention. Don't let's use our wands...we can get it over with, now."

I sent her a fierce glare. "Stop telling us what to do!"

"Why do you hate me so much?" The girl deflected, stacking the goblets. "Have I done something to you?"

"You and your fellow Slytherins...rich and fancy purebloods..." My anger was starting to boil over. I channelled that into stacking goblets faster than she was, which wasn't that big of a challenge considering how slowly she was doing it.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"Why should I tell you?" I demanded. Perhaps this was unreasonable, but at the time, I was furious.

"I can't call you 'Mr Agnes', can I?"

"Thomas," I muttered, shaking my head.

"Oh," she commented flatly. I was waiting for the 'Mudblood!' comment but none came. Instead..."You're Teresa's brother."

"Yeah. You know her?" I thought my attitude towards this girl was starting to deflate, as much as I hated to mention it. "Also, what's your name?"

"Cyrah Evangeline Rosier, at your service," the girl ––– Cyrah Evangeline Rosier said, with a mock curtsey.

"Making the service of a Mudblood?" I questioned. She's a Rosier; throwing this kind of stuff around was dangerous for her.

"Why not? We're both in detention, anyway." I noticed she sped up on the goblet stacking. "I think we're done with these."

"Ya know," Minho drawled. "It's unfair that you two are stacking goblets whereas we're cleaning iguana poop. What did you do to get here anyway, Cyrah?"

"I hexed Malfoy," Cyrah answered simply.

"Malfoy...as in –––"

"How many Malfoy's do you know, Tommy?" Cyrah cut in, rolling her eyes.

"Hey!" Newt complained. "Only I call him Tommy." Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.

"Awfully possessive, aren't you?"

"All that aside – why did you hex Malfoy?" Minho asked. He was smiling widely, on the edge of grinning. I could understand why. Lucius Malfoy was one of the most egocentric people on the planet. It was also satisfying to hear that a fellow pureblood and "proper" student had hexed him.

"I made sure he knew what would happen if he hurt Cissy. He stared at Emma for too long and Cissy was upset about it. So...ya know..." She made a twirling motion with her wand. Who's "Cissy"? Probably Lucius' girlfriend, I reckon.

"I'm pretty sure Cissy could have come to her own defence, though," Minho commented. "She's in the 7th year."

Cyrah nodded her head shallowly. "Yes, but she was too upset to do anything about it, so..."

"Who's 'Cissy'?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. Newt gave me a 'don't pry' glance, but I could read him well enough to see that he was grateful, too. I'm sure he wanted to know who 'Cissy' was, also.

"Narcissa Black. My cousin."

"Wait..." Newt muttered, connecting dots, definitely. He had that look when he was trying to pay attention in History. "You're related to Bellatrix Lestrange?"

Cyrah stared at him warily. "Yes."

We were silent during the processing of this information. "How's Aunt Esteeli?" Cyrah asked suddenly. I had no clue what she was talking about.

Apparently, Minho did. "She's doing quite well." Unlike Cyrah, Minho was generous enough to spare us an explanation. "'Aunt Esteeli' is my mum."

"You two...are related???" Newt demanded, his face stretched into a "what the shuck?" expression. I was sure my face was the same.

"Yeah, we're cousins."

We processed this information again. "Ummm, how come Minho's not a...no offence...pureblood maniac?" Newt asked uncomfortably.

"Hey!" Cyrah protested. "I'm not a 'pureblood maniac'! That's Bella," she added on second thought.

"My side of the family are 'blood-traitors', see," Minho explained. "Technically, my mum was disowned after her 16th birthday. From the Néturn family."

"We–––"

"Ah, I see you've cleaned everything up," McGonagall said, coming in at the worst moment possible. "You may go, then."

"Bye," Cyrah said with a small smile and left.

***

If anyone wants a sequel, please message me either here or on Archive of Our Own. Disclaimer: I don’t own Maze Runner or Harry Potter. I wish I did (J. K. Rowling and James Dashner are amazing), but I don’t.

[flutteringphalanges]

                                              Mirabile Visu

Summary: Sister Agatha Van Helsing discovers she’s in over her head when a competitive game of chess ultimately results in her becoming pregnant with the child of her worst enemy, Count Dracula. Now tied by a bond deeper than blood, the two must learn to coexist and adapt in a world that could be potentially hostile towards their offspring. Parenthood has never looked so batty.

Characters: Dracula/Agatha Van Helsing

Chapters: 9/?

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A/N: Thank you all for the love and support! This story wouldn't be what it is without you! Feedback is greatly loved and appreciated! Knowing there is an audience for this story keeps me regularly updating it! Stay healthy and safe! -Jen

                                                Chapter Nine

                                               Dracula Residence

                                                  Present Time

This was different from the raid on Whitby beach, that much Dracula realized. As he stood there, trying his best to shield his wife from the onslaught, he found it very difficult as the guards formed a circle around them, pressing in so that he couldn't make a tactical move. Suddenly, from the blown in door, a woman stepped inside. She was familiar, her scent immediately assaulting his nasal passage ways. Dr. Bloxham. Ah, the thumbless scientist.

"You know," the woman sighed, looking from Dracula to Agatha. "It didn't have to come down to this. Your flat is rather lovely, it was a shame really."

"If this is about your finger," the count commented. "The nine others aren't completely useless."

"Dracula," his wife hissed quietly. "Don't antagonize…"

"She's right," the woman answered, cutting Agatha off. "I'd be mindful if I were you. I'm sure you've noticed, but there has been quite an adjustment made to our weapons?" She motioned to one of the men, his black uniform masking his features. "Military grade fabric designed to withstand 3,000 PSI bite power. Extra padding around the neck to protect the throat and jugular. Pure silver buckles and," she smiled, pointing to a deep pocket. "Stake holster. But that's not the best part."

Both vampires watched as Bloxham's fingers trailed across the strange device each figure held.

"A crossbow rifle combination," the woman smirked. "Equipped with bullets fashioned similar to stakes with pure silver tips. And," her eyes sparkled maliciously. "Even managed to get them blessed. I must say, the cost was incredible, but thankfully the Foundation has money to spare."

Count Dracula snorted. "I've been shot many times, mortal bullets don't cause us any harm."

"Oh really?" Dr. Bloxham inquired, cocking her head to the side. "Care to wager on that?"

Before either could react, the scientist nodded towards one of the men who pointed the weapon towards Dracula. With a click, he aimed and fired the device, the bullet embedding itself into the count's shoulder.

"Dracula!" Agatha cried out, turning to her husband in horror.

The vampire gripped his arm in pain, trying not to give the doctor the satisfaction of a groan. When he looked to his wound, to his utter surprise, dark red liquid began to trickle down from the entry point. Blood. He was bleeding. And it wasn't immediately healing either. He felt Agatha's hand pressing tightly over his, her eyes wild with concern.

"Detain them," Dr. Bloxham said, turning on her heels. "And if they give you any trouble, shoot them." Her lips curved into a small smile. "Dr. Van Helsing...never trust someone who's emotionally tasked with such a job..."

                                    Zoe Van Helsing’s Residence

The sun had just disappeared below the horizon when Sorina eyes fluttered open. Yawning, she sat up in her bed, blinking back sleep. She was not surprised to see Jack sitting against the wall opposite of her, mindlessly tapping away at his phone-one of his game apps for sure. He'd stayed over after the incident with her parents, Zoe surprisingly allowing it.

"Hey," she smiled tiredly. "Did you get any sleep?"

"Hey yourself," Jack chuckled, putting his cell away. "A little," he admitted. "Zoe gave me a pillow and a throw blanket. At least it was something. Can't exactly complain there."

Sorina sighed, running a hand through her messy hair. "Last night was…"

"Unexpected?" The young man finished. "Look, I know I should've told you about your dad and his...opinion on me, but you just got reunited with your parents and I wanted you to rekindle your relationships before I blew it up."

"If anyone blew up, it was me last night," the halfling stated. "And Mum is pregnant, wasn't expecting that curve ball." She shook her head, glancing at the curtains that still hung over the window. "Where's Zoe anyway?" Not that she really cared. After last night, there had been a long period of silence between them.

"In her room, I think," Jack replied. "Last time I checked she was trying to contact the Foundation. It's strange, she said the phone lines kept sending her to the public voicemail, not to the laboratory itself despite the password. Maybe there's a mishap in the system."

"Could be," Sorina agreed. "I mean, the place is nearly as old as I am. It has its occasional blips." She exhaled, moving to stand up. "Hungry? I was thinking we could order a pizza?"

"Extra pepperoni and bacon?" He smirked, meeting her gaze. "I'll call it in."

"You know me best," Sorina grinned. Pork had, of course, always been a food she gravitated towards. "I'm going to go have a word with Zoe. Hopefully it won't take too long."

Still dressed in her clothes from yesterday, she headed in the direction of her aunt's room. As she drew nearer, Sorina could just make out Zoe cursing softly under her breath. Peering through the slightly ajar door, she watched as the doctor repeatedly typed a series of numbers onto her phone before holding it up to her ear. Seconds passed. Nothing. And the scientist brought the device down to her desk with a sigh.

"Zoe?"

The woman jumped, slightly startled by the sound of her name. Hesitantly, Sorina slipped inside, closing the space between them. Zoe looked tired. More exhausted than usual. Sorina noted a small cut on her bottom lip where the woman must've been chewing on it nervously.

"Sorina," her voice was flat. "You're up." She turned in her chair, now facing the girl head on. "Are we going to have a proper discussion about last night?"

"About how you not only neglected to tell me that my Mum was pregnant, but also the Foundation wanted to 'study' her like some exotic animal?" Sorina nodded towards the phone. "Why are you trying to reach them anyway? To attempt to call things off like some hero?"

"This is a lot deeper than you realize," Zoe sighed heavily. "But yes, I'm trying to handle the situation in favor of your parents. However," she ground her teeth together as she spoke. "No one is taking my calls. Not Bloxham. Not the research facility. No one." Shaking her head, she moved a strand of hair out of her pale face. "I'm sorry, Sorina, what I did was not done with the intention of hurting you."

"If you'd really cared, you'd leave the Foundation for good after this," the young woman exclaimed. "Once my Mum's safety is secured." She paused, noting the gaunt expression on Zoe's face. Anger momentarily melted into concern. "You should've left a long time ago. Have you taken your pills today?"

"They only dull my senses," Zoe stated wearily. "And right now, having a clear mind is needed to figure things out." She glanced at her laptop and her frown deepened. "It's almost like my key card has been cancelled…" It was then her eyes lit up. "Ask Jack to come downstairs, I want to try something."

Sorina studied her aunt curiously for a second, before doing as she requested. Once Jack had joined the two women in the room, Dr. Van Helsing sat up straighter in her seat, expression one of determined nature.

"Call the Foundation," she informed the young man.

"I thought the lines were down?" Jack posed, dialing the number on his own phone. "What makes you think," he continued, now holding it to his ear. "That they'd answer to-"

"Jonathan Harker Foundation," a voice responded on the other line. "Please enter the twelve digit code on the back of your key card to proceed."

The room grew quiet and, though she wasn't sure at the time why, Sorina's blood grew. Jack, looking rather unsure, only continued when Zoe nodded eagerly at him. He typed in his identification number and was immediately redirected.

"Hello," a man answered. "Who am I speaking to?"

"This is Jack Seward," he said with hesitation. "I was wondering if I could reach Dr. Van Helsing?"

"I'm sorry," the person responded. "But the person by that name no longer works for the facility. Have a good day."

With that, the other line hung up. Jack lowered the phone from his ear slowly, his eyes locked on Zoe's. It had been loud enough for all three to hear it. The halfling felt a lump growing in her throat, even her aunt's expression had paled. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

"We have to go back to your parents' flat," Zoe said, breaking the silence. "I've made a horrible mistake."

                                 The Jonathan Harker Foundation

The prison situated in the center of the Foundation's research room seemed even smaller than Dracula remembered. The vampire found himself pacing, his shoulder still aching from his injury. It had begun to heal, his body pushing the bullet out within a few hours, but the sting was still there.

Agatha watched nearby, her eyes scanning the room as if trying to figure out some solution that would lead to their escape. At every given corner, a guard stood poised and ready to take action if provoked. One hand rested on her still smooth abdomen, a feeling of helplessness hanging over her. A mother was sworn to protect their child and being trapped here was going against that instinct.

"Bloody Mina Murray," Dracula growled, turning on his heels. "Should've killed her when I had the chance. Why didn't you let me?!"

"We're really going to argue about this now?" Agatha frowned. "About me saving the life of an innocent woman during a massacre you caused?"

"Well look where it brought up!" The other vampire gestured around. "She had to go and created this ridiculous little institution of hers."

"Well if I hadn't," the woman countered. "You wouldn't have me, Sorina, or…" her voice trailed off as her eyes flickered down to her stomach. The count seemed to sense her worry and moved to her side.

"I won't let any happen," he promised, placing his hand over hers. "To either of you."

"It's funny," she smiled weakly. "You said to me once all those years ago that I can't save everyone and yet here you are, proclaiming the same thing."

"Perhaps you unfortunately rubbed off on me," he smirked. "You do have a way of doing that."

"Must be the inner nun in me," she chuckled, leaning into him. "To think a game of simple chess led us this far."

"Remind me to burn the game when we escape," he replied.

"Not after I challenge you to another round," she countered, the mood beginning to lighten. "I…"

The former nun's words were cut short as the heavy metal sliding doors opened and Dr. Bloxham strode in. She seemed to study the two vampires, expression void of any emotion as she approached, two men at either side. In her hands, she clutched a clipboard, her focus shifting to whatever paperwork was attached to it.

"It's rather unfortunate that I never got a proper examination of your daughter," the woman commented. "Based on the relationship between the Van Helsings and the Murrays, it was declared that she was off limits. A pity, I would have loved to learn what made her tick." A low growl escaped from deep within Dracula's chest and the doctor smirked. "Did I hit a pressure point?"

"For a place that relies so much on Christian faith, you sure lack the understanding of it," Agatha answered bitterly. "Forgiveness, Kindness, Humility…"

"I don't take preaching from a fallen nun," the woman countered. "As for my beliefs on God, they pertain solely on the idea of how to destroy a monster such as yourselves." She paused, amused by Agatha's threatening glare. "I will say, I am quite curious though as to what's inside you. I may have missed out on your daughter, but your second child and its development. I think I'd like to have a better look at that."

Dracula nudged Agatha behind him as the armed men began to circle around in close proximity to the prison's frame.

"Restrain him," Bloxham said simply. "I'm only interested in her."

                                          Dracula Residence

Sorina was the first to leap out of the car and bound towards her parents' home. She could hear Jack calling out, his footfall far behind hers. There was something off. She could sense it. And as she rounded the corner, her heart immediately sank at the sight.

"No," she whispered. "No, no, no!"

The damage was done. The door blown right opened, wood splinters. She could smell it. The scent of blood. And it was not human. Zoe and Jack stood behind her, both humans panting as they too took in the sight.

"Sorina," Zoe said breathlessly, reaching out for her niece. "I…"

"You!" She snapped, turning to face the scientist. "This is your fault!"

"I didn't know this would happen," she replied, pain laced in her tone. "I didn't…"

"I don't care," Sorina muttered. "About you or about the Foundation. I'm going to get my parents back alone or otherwise."

Her eyes had grown dark, and for the first time since he'd known her, Jack felt afraid of her.

"They just fucked with the wrong family..."

[sauntered-vaguely-downward]

Last Names. Chapter 3.

Warnings carry over from the last two. This is the third and final in the series, there is a very good chance however that i may end uo writing one years in the future maybe a marriage, maybe when she takes his last name, i dunno anyways enjoy have fun yall and send in any requests you have

Y/n had no idea what George was planning for that night but she was very excited. She had made her own way to the Great Hall that evening, sitting among those older than her in her house. Many of them by now knew she had just come back from a date with the famous George Weasley so of course wanted to know more about the events of that evening. Y/n told them what they wanted to know, or at least enough, leaving out the details about tonight.

During pudding, the discussion had changed to the gossip of someone else, so Y/n had the chance to simply enjoy the icecream and cake in front of her. While lost in her own mind, she looked around, noticing a sudden dash of red towards the Gryffindor table. Over the heads of the other students, Y/n could see George talking to his brother. Sadly Y/n could neither hear that well or read lips, so had no idea what they were talking about, only seeing Fred simply nod before waving George away. George smiled bright, before dashing back out of the hall. He seemed both happy and proud, making Y/n even more impatient to find out what he had planned.

Y/n couldn’t concentrate that evening. She had planned to help a couple of first years with their charms homework, but was of little use to them that evening. She let them go earlier than planned, only being able to think about George and the rest of the night. She decided instead of just sitting in the common room, waiting impatiently, that she would go upstairs, get dressed up warm but nice for the night and then rest in bed until she was ready to sneak out. She chose to wear a simple jumper and jogging bottom look for the night, not knowing how cold it would be wherever it was that he was taking her. Getting comfy in bed she decided to read, but struggled, thoughts of ginger hair and Weasley jumpers dancing around in her head rather than the words on the page. Usually, when she struggled to focus she’d be annoyed, but right now, she was the happiest she could ever be.

-

Around 10:30 Y/n had to pretend to be asleep for a while, because her dorm mates were still awake until then. About 10 minutes later she decided the coast was clear, getting out of bed, she put her trainers on and quietly made her way down into the now empty common room. Sitting by the fire she waited impatiently, checking the clock every ten seconds to see if she was any closer to getting to see him again.

While Y/n hadn’t ever really been close to the twins, in fact they had hardly ever spoken, she had always admired them both, thought both were good looking and cute. She had also noticed one of them always being on the courtyard when she went to study. In her head, as she sat and waited, she hoped that it had been George who had always seemingly appeared when she was studying. Y/n hadn’t thought much about it until now, but she did really like George and hoped that it would span into something.

10:57. She couldn’t possibly wait any longer, Y/n had to go and find George she had to spend more time with him. Taking a deep breath, she left the common room to embark on an unknown journey with George. She had a doubt in her mind that he might stand her up but this was quickly set aside when she saw a figure in the shadows of the hall.

First worry set through her body, but quickly after seeing a familiar flash of red, she felt at ease smiling towards the shadows before whispering.

“Its me, you can come out now.” George emerged from the shadows, a wide grin on his face.

“I was worried you’d not come,” he spoke quietly, not to draw attention to them as they stood in the dark hallway.

“How could I not?”

“Come on, we need to get moving before Filch or a prefect comes sniffing down here.” George without a second thought took Y/n’s hand. It felt natural between the pair, neither seeming to be bothered by the touch of the other.

Slowly they crept through the castle, both looking out for any signs of other people crossing the halls. Only once on their journey to wherever it was that George was taking Y/n did they nearly get caught out of their common rooms, and even then it was just Mrs Norris, who seemed to not care for the pair sneaking through the night, much rather being too interested in a mouse she had previously killed and was now playing with.

As George continued to lead the way, Y/n began to work out where they were traveling to. It was a popular spot for couples, as it wasn’t on Filch’s path. George continued to lead the way until he turned to Y/n, still grinning from ear to ear.

“I need to blindfold you now,” he stated as if it was just a simple matter of fact thing to say.

“George, I know where we're going,” she giggled, “I worked it out, you don’t need to blindfold me. Were going to the Astronomy tower.”

“Yes well done smarty pants, but I still need to blindfold you love, I have a surprise.” George without waiting for a response pulled out his tie from inside his jumper before gently tieing it at the back of her head. “Now please don’t trip up the stairs, it would really kill the mood I’m trying to set here.” Y/n giggled in response, and still clutching onto his hand, allowed George to lead her up the stairs. From under the tie Y/n could see small pockets of light dotted around the room where George stopped her.

“Okay, here it is, our little secret for tonight,” George slowly untied the tie from her head and allowed it to fall off her, into his hands. Y/n had worked out what the little bits of lights were. In about 10 jars around the room were little flames, each burning a different colour.  But that wasn’t the most amazing bit of what George had set up. By one of the archways that looked out into the world, cushions and blankets were neatly piled to make a perfect little bed for the pair of them to sit on and talk, maybe even watch the sunrise. George had even managed to pull of some late night snacks for the pair of them, chocolates and biscuits sat arranged into a little love heart on a plate in the middle of the bed.

“Oh my…” Y/n could hardly even believe what she was standing in. It was perfect.

“I know its not alot, but I wanted our first date day to be perfect, one you’d never forget…”George kept rambling on, worried that it wasn’t enough for Y/n. He knew it wasn’t that amazing, some cushions and little flames, but he really wanted her to like it.

“George this is amazing, you did all of this? For me?” Y/n was close to tears. Nobody had ever put this much thought and effort into something for her. George smiled bright before bringing her into a hug.

“Yeah of course  I did it for you silly. Like I said, I want today to go perfectly, I want you too feel special and enjoy yourself.”

“George this is the kindest, sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Well I’m glad you like it,” George smiled, before escorting her over to the little bed of cushions and blankets. Both of them enjoyed the treats George had managed to get the house elves to make for him.

They sat together, just enjoying the night, talking and laughing just as they had done before that day in the Three Broomsticks, only this time they were closer, sat touching, Y/n’s head resting on his shoulder.

“So these blankets, some of them are Freds? Is he not cold right now?”

“No I stole Rons for Fred. So Fred’s fine, Ron might be a bit cold though,” the pair laughed.

“Its nice you’re so close to your family, its really sweet.” While George didn’t want to ruin the perfection of this evening, he did want to know more about her, so he asked,

“You said you have an adoptive sister, your cousin right?���

“Yeah thats right,” Y/n normally hated talking about her family situation being the daughter of two known death eaters wasn’t exactly something to be proud of, but George made her feel safe, like she could tell him anything and he’d still stick by her side. “Yeah, my aunt and uncle were the ones to take me into their care when my parents were taken to Azkaban. So I grew up knowing Dora as my big sister. She’s the best honestly, mum and dad, well my aunt and uncle but I call them mum and dad, they're not strict per say, but mum likes us to behave but Dora was always causing trouble, pulling pranks and getting us both into trouble. We have always been inseparable since i moved in with them.”

“Whats it like then, living with them? Is it strange that they’re not your parents?”

“Not really, I was only little when I first moved in with them so for me it was the normal. It was only really when I came here that I realised how messed up life already was,” she chuckled a sad kinda chuckle. “People would treat me badly because of who my real parents were, without any thought of who I was as a person. Dora helped me get over that though, simply telling me to own it, and make sure people don’t think they can treat me badly. As long as I never forget who I am then other peoples opinions dont matter to me. Not really. Although sometimes I do lose my temper and lash out, but those people are the ones who deserve it, like Pansy. Our first week she started on me so i…”

“Pulled her hair,” George laughed. “Me and Fred watched that. We thought you we’re going to be a bully to be honest, but then later we saw you with Neville, comforting him. You seemed so sweet then.”

“Oh I am sweet, sometimes I just lose my cool. I just hate that people don’t get to know me first before saying stuff like I’ll end up like them.”

“You’re nothing like them. You're caring and sweet and kind and funny. You are nothing like them, don’t ever let anyone tell you you're like them.” George smiled sweetly placing his hand gently on her knee. It was nice for Y/N to be close like this with someone, different from the kinds of friendships she already had. Most people she didn’t really enjoy sharing with, but George was not like everyone else, he was just George, a sweet and honest boy who wanted to get to know her right here in the present, and leave the past behind.

“Thank you,” she smiled back, placing her hand just over his as she looked away, looking out at the view in front of them.

“I must say though, your quick responses to people are usually pretty amazing,” George laughed, his eyes never leaving her face. “The other day for example when you had that kid against the wall, that was fierce, like proper fierce.”

As the night carried on, so did the conversation, both being comfortable in each other presence. They laughed, joked, and smile at each other the whole time. George could not believe for one second how amazing this girl was. He had worried that maybe he had built her up too much in his mind, maybe she wouldn't be as amazing as he had thought but she was everything and more. She was sweet and kind and wanted to know everything about him and his family, but she had a wicked side, a sarcastic wit about her that gave her the perfect edge. George could only sit and admire as talked, stunned by her perfection.

“... and then mum and dad came running out to find Dora stuck up a tree on dads broomstick with me sitting under her covered from head to toe in paint. I don’t think mum has ever looked so disappointed, nor has dad ever laughed so hard at us.”

“You and your sister sound as if you could rival even me and Fred when it comes to causing trouble.”

“Oh yeah, you’d like her I think, she's very much her own force of nature, doesn't give a crap what anyone thinks about her, does as she pleases and could easily cut a bitch if she needed too.” As they laughed they both looked out to the view in front of them to see the sky as its colour changed, a light coming up from the ground as the sun slowly began to show its head. “Its morning already.” Both shared a sad looked, knowing that soon the school would be filled with students bustling about on their usual Sunday activities.

“Yeah, shame, but I had a great time, thank you for agreeing to come with me,” George smiled lovingly at Y/N, who smiled back, a happy glint in her eye. George didn't want this moment to end and after the night they had just shared he knew he wanted her by his side more than just tonight “I wanna ask you something though. You don’t have to get back to me right away though, which is completely fine because I know we’ve just starting properly talking a…”  George was cut off with Y/N’s lips gently landing on his. At that moment his heart exploded, butterflies filled his stomach and his ears rang with bells, fireworks and every other cliche in the book. Y/N went to pull away as George seemed to be motionless in shock until his hand held onto her waist pulling her a little closer, his lips moving against hers, allowing her to relax into the embrace.

When they pulled away both had a smile on their lips. George couldn't help but feel that in this very moment nothing could possibly have been better than being here with her.

“You were trying to ask me something?” Y/N smirked. George only grinned back, kissing her again, knowing she knew the question, and the way she kissed him back, he knew she was saying yes. George Weasley was now dating Y/N Lestrange and nothing in the world could make him happier.

[the-desolated-quill]

The Quill Seal Of Approval Awards - The Best of 2018

Hello and welcome, dear reader, to the greatest, most important awards ceremony in the history of entertainment. The Quill Seal Of Approval Awards. The award of recognition that everyone on Earth covets even though they don’t know it. For the Quill Seal Of Approval is a most esteemed prize for hard work and artistry. Better than the Golden Globes, more prestigious than the BAFTAs and guaranteed to be more diverse than the Academy Awards. You know your film, novel, TV show or video game has achieved legendary status when some random nobody on the internet says it’s the best in some obscure top 10 list that’s read by only a couple of people. That’s the true sign of success.

First, a few parish notices. Obviously this is my subjective opinion, so if you disagree with my choices, that’s fine. Go make your own list. (also remember that my opinion is 100% objective, scientific, factual and literal truth and anyone who disagrees is clearly a philistine and a dummy and a poopy-head whose mum smells of elderberries). Also please bear in mind that I haven’t been able to experience everything 2018 has to offer for one reason or another. In other words, please don’t be upset that A Star Is Born isn’t on this list. I’m sure it’s as amazing as everyone says it is. I just never got around to watching it.

Okay. Let us begin.

Inside No. 9 - Series 4

BBC2′s Inside No. 9, written by the League of Gentlemen’s Steve Pemberton and Reece Shearsmith, is an anthology series that’s often sadly overlooked, but it’s really worth a watch if you’re into shows like Black Mirror and The Twilight Zone, and this series in particular has been fantastic. We’ve had an episode written entirely in iambic pentameter, an episode whose chronology runs backwards, a live episode that really plays around with the format, episodes containing tragic and biting satire, and one especially twisted episode that brings out a side of Steve Pemberton we’ve never seen before. Series 4 has been a real treat from start to finish, with each episode beautifully written and expertly performed. Inside No. 9 deserves to share the same pedestal as Black Mirror, no question.

Black Panther

I’m sure everyone knows about my less than flattering views on the Marvel Cinematic Universe by now, which is what made Black Panther such a breath of fresh air for me. Stripping away all the convoluted crap, Black Panther has often been compared to The Dark Knight, and for good reason. Like The Dark Knight, this movie uses the superhero genre to tackle real social and political issues. In Black Panther’s case, exploring just what it means to be black in the modern world. Boasting an impressive cast of black actors, strong female characters, an engaging and complex antagonist, fantastic special effects and truly excellent direction from Ryan Coogler, Black Panther represents a new benchmark for Marvel, the superhero genre and the film industry in general. It proves how important and how lucrative diversity and representation in media can be, and it unintentionally shows how flawed the Marvel business model has become. The reason behind Black Panther’s success is simple. It’s because it’s bloody brilliant. And the reason it’s bloody brilliant is because Coogler was allowed to realise his own creative vision without Kevin Feige and Mickey Mouse breathing down his neck. Perhaps they should take note of that in future.

Deadpool 2

Of course Deadpool 2 is going to be on this list. Are you really surprised?

The Merc with the Mouth goes from strength to strength in the rare instance where the sequel is actually as good as, if not better than, the original. The first Deadpool was a great origin story for the character, but Deadpool 2 felt like an adventure ripped straight from the comics themselves. Crass, ultra violent and hysterically funny, Deadpool 2 is the crowning jewel of the X-Men franchise. Fan favourites such as Negasonic Teenage Warhead and Colossus return as well as new characters such as Domino, played by the exceptional Zazie Beetz, Cable, played by the astounding Josh Brolin, and Firefist, played by Julian Dennison who deserves all the success in the world because good God this kid can act!

But of course the star of the film is Deadpool himself with Ryan Reynolds once again proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that he understands this character back to front. Not only is he hysterically funny, capturing the character’s irreverent tone perfectly, he also absolutely nails the tragic underpinnings of Deadpool that make him such a wonderful character. In between the f-bombs and gore are moments of real drama and emotional pathos as the film tackles themes such as loss, discrimination, abuse and suicidal depression. All this whilst taking the piss out of 2017′s Logan. 

Oh yeah, and it also features the first openly LGBT superheroes in cinematic history. Fuck you Disney! NegaYukio and Poololosus for the win! LOL! No, but seriously, now that you have the rights to X-Men back, if you try and censor Deadpool in any way, shape or form, I will kick your arse.

God Of War (2018)

“BOY!”

Yes Kratos is back, having successfully destroyed the world of Greek mythology and now has his eyes on the Norse Gods. And he has a son now. What could possibly go wrong?

Seriously though, this new God Of War is simply exquisite. While I have long admired the God Of War franchise for its interpretation and adaptation of Greek mythology, the previous games in the series have never exactly been the most sophisticated when it comes to storytelling (and the less said about the casual sexism, the better. Yes Sony, I promise I understand the thematic reasons behind playing a minigame that allows you to have sex with Aphrodite in God Of War 3, but it still doesn’t change the fact that it’s sexist as shit). God Of War 2018 changes all that with an intelligent and engaging story that allows us understand and connect with Kratos at a more personal level than we’ve ever done before. Taking place years after God Of War 3, Kratos is older, wiser and trying to raise his son Atreus in the hopes that he won’t make the same mistakes Kratos did in his past. Not only is the story amazing, continuing the franchise’s themes of vengeance and the strained relationships between parents and their children, the gameplay is also a ton of fun with many memorable moments and boss fights.

And as an added bonus, we get two strong female characters that aren’t treated like discardable sex objects. That was nice of them.

Incredibles 2

The long awaited sequel to The Incredibles finally arrived in 2018 and it did not disappoint. Incredibles 2 was everything I could have wanted and more. Continuing on from the events of the first movie, we see Elastigirl take the spotlight as she fights the Screenslaver whilst trying to persuade the worlds’ governments to lift the ban on superheroes. Meanwhile Mr. Incredible takes a back seat as he tries to reconnect with his kids Violet, Dash and Jack-Jack and prove he can be a good, supportive dad. 

Continuing to draw inspiration from Fantastic Four, X-Men and Watchmen, Incredibles 2 is... well... incredible. Expanding the world he created, Brad Bird tells a smart, funny and compelling story that stands head and shoulders above the majority of superhero movie fodder we get nowadays. Elastigirl flourishes in the lead role this time around and the kids get a lot more development, the Screenslaver is a great villain that compliments the themes of the franchise wonderfully, and we get to see a whole bunch of new characters such as Voyd and the Deavor siblings as well as the return of old favourites like Frozone and Edna Mode. 

Honestly, the baby alone is worth the price of admission. Hopefully we won’t have to wait another fourteen years for Incredibles 3.

Marvel’s Spider-Man

Marvel’s Spider-Man is an amazing game. But of course you knew that already. It’s made by Insomniac Games, the same guys behind Ratchet & Clank. Of course it was going to be brilliant.

Simply put, this game does for Spider-Man what the Arkham games did for Batman. Not only is it a great game with brilliant combat and fun web swinging mechanics, it also has a great story worthy of the wall crawler. Unlike the movies, which seem to continuously yank Peter Parker back into high school with each new reboot as those the poor bastard were attached to the fucker on a bungee rope, this Spidey has been fighting crime for eight years. With great power comes many responsibilities as we see him struggle to juggle crime fighting, his new job as a scientist, his commitments to helping Aunt May at the F.E.A.S.T shelter and trying to win his ex Mary Jane Watson back after a six month split. It’s a brilliant story featuring many classic villains such as Shocker and Electro as well as lesser known villains like Screwball and the criminally underrated Mister Negative who finally gets to be the central antagonist in a Spider-Man adaptation. It’s fun to play, engaging, dramatic and really emotional at points. I cried real tears at the end. What a punch to the gut that was.

OOOOOH! And we might be getting to play as Miles Morales in the sequel! I sure hope so! :D

The Grinch

At this point I imagine many of you are scratching your heads. 

“Really Quill? The Grinch? Illumination’s The Grinch? This deserves the Quill Seal Of Approval? Are you sure?” Yes dear reader, I’m absolutely sure. Just hear me out.

It’s true that the majority of Dr Seuss adaptations are shit. While the live action version of the Grinch starring Jim Carrey has a cult following and is fondly remembered by some, it’s still pretty crap, and even Illumination themselves screwed up royally with their adaptation of The Lorax. But this new Grinch is truly excellent. For starters, the animation is gorgeous. This is clearly the format that works best for Seuss movies. Benedict Cumberbatch does a really good job voicing the character, giving him depth and complexity beyond just being a big old meanie. The film also has something no other Seuss film has ever had before. Subtlety. Illumination have clearly learned their lesson after The Lorax. They’re no longer bashing you over the head with a moral message. They’re not trying to over-complicate a simple story by adding pointless sub-plot after pointless sub-plot. In fact the bits they do add actually feed into the main core of the narrative, as opposed to The Lorax, which just confused things. And while there are cute Minion-esque sidekicks like there are in a lot of Illumination films, The Grinch limits it to two (Max the dog and a reindeer named Fred), they’re both legitimately funny, serve an important narrative purpose and don’t distract from the more serious and emotional moments.

In all honesty, I was debating between giving the Quill Seal of Approval to The Grinch or to Bumblebee (the first legitimately good Transformers movie), but I decided to go with The Grinch because of how it handles the character and the story’s message. A lot of people scoffed at the idea of giving the Grinch a back story (and to the film’s credit they don’t force the issue or over-explain where the Grinch came from) but it’s honestly what makes this new adaptation of The Grinch so special to me. He’s gone from being a Scrooge-like monster to an anxiety filled misanthrope who associates Christmas with being alone. It may sound like a jarring change on paper, but in practice it honestly works so well and adds a whole new dimension to the Grinch. It’s treated with absolute care and sincerity and the film really earns its emotional moments, particularly at the end when we see the Grinch sit down to have Christmas dinner with the Whos.

If you haven’t already, I highly recommend you give this new Grinch a chance. You might be pleasantly surprised :)

Doctor Who - Series 11

A woman?! In the TARDIS?! How absurd!

Jodie Whittaker made history as the first woman to play the Doctor and the new series doesn’t disappoint. Whittaker is predictably brilliant in the role, giving the character compassion, charm and wit. We also get a new bunch of companions (including the always brilliant Bradley Walsh as Graham) who all have some great moments in Series 11 and the relationships they form with each other is incredibly touching and fun to watch. But the writing, my God, the writing. Admittedly not every episode has been perfect, but it’s leagues above anything Moffat has given us during his disastrous reign. The majority of Series 11 has been well written and intelligent, tackling important and relevant social issues (something Doctor Who has always been doing and anyone who says otherwise is an idiot) and focusing on likeable and relatable characters rather than convoluted series arcs. We got to meet Rosa Parks, witness the partition of India, and ponder on the dangers of automation whilst the Doctor tries to save the world from bubble wrap. Oh, and the Daleks are scary again! I know! I couldn’t believe it either!

What makes this all the more remarkable is who the showrunner is. Chris Chibnall. A writer I’ve often criticised in the past for being derivative and shit, and yet somehow he’s managed to create some of the best Doctor Who I’ve seen in a long time. Not only has his writing improved dramatically since his Torchwood days, he’s also demonstrated a commitment to having diverse representation both in front of and behind the camera as well as in the scripts themselves. For the first time in what feels like an age, Doctor Who feels like Doctor Who again, and I’m ecstatically happy.

Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse

How come we don’t see many animated superhero movies in the cinema? Considering the medium from which superheroes came from, you’d think it would be a no-brainer. Presumably it’s because Disney have got such a strangle hold on the animation market, but that’s hopefully going to change thanks to Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse (or, Sony’s Repentance for The Emoji Movie).

Let’s get the obvious out of the way. The animation is gorgeous. It’s pretty much an animated comic book and it stands out as one of the most unique looking animated films in recent memory. Spider-Verse is essentially a love letter to the legacy of Spider-Man as we see multiple different versions of Spidey, including Spider-Gwen, Spider-Ham and Nicholas Cage as Ghost Rider cosplaying as Spider-Man Noir, demonstrating not only the sheer variety of Spider-Men we’ve had over the years, but also exploring what connects them together. With all these different interpretations across many different universes, the idea of Spider-Man comes to the same thing. An ordinary person who experiences tragedy and becomes something greater. It’s hopeful and inspirational in a way Spider-Man films hasn’t been for a while now (Spider-Man: Homecoming sucked donkey balls. Period).

But let’s not forget that while the film explores the Spider-Verse, the main focus is Miles Morales who finally makes his cinematic debut. Not only is it a very faithful adaptation of Ultimate Spider-Man’s origin story, Miles himself is such a great central character for the modern age and arguably has more relevance to today than Peter Parker does. The characters are funny and relatable and the story is expertly crafted and impactful. But then what do you expect from the writers and directors of The Lego Movie? (if only Disney hadn’t interfered with Solo: A Star Wars Story. We could have had it all).

Mowgli: Legend Of The Jungle

This one kind of snuck up on me toward the end of December, but I knew the moment I saw it I had to include it on this list.

Mowgli: Legend Of The Jungle is an adaptation of The Jungle Book with Andy Serkis making his directorial debut. Yes the same guy who did the motion capture for Gollum in Lord Of The Rings and Caesar in the rebooted Planet Of The Apes movies and who totes deserves an Oscar for Best Actor (fuck you Academy Awards!), and he brings this same motion capture technology to this film. Unlike Disney’s Jungle Book, which merely rehashes the original animated film whilst somehow stripping all the charm from it, Mowgli sticks closer to the original Rudyard Kipling book. This isn’t a cheery musical. This film is often dark and intense as we see Mowgli (played wonderfully by Rohan Chand) struggle to find his place in the world. He knows he doesn’t belong with the animals in the jungle, but he doesn’t really fit in with the world of man neither. It’s an emotional and dramatic character piece brought to life by great writing, great acting and stunning special effects. 

Andy Serkis has expressed a desire to do an adaptation of George Orwell’s Animal Farm, and after watching this movie, I would love to see that. If you haven’t already, go watch Mowgli: Legend Of The Jungle. It’s available to stream on Netflix and it’s truly amazing.

And that’s it for 2018. Congratulations to the winners of this year’s Quill Seal Of Approval Awards. Unfortunately we’re on a limited budget here on The Desolated Quill, so I can’t offer any sort of trophy or medal or anything. What I can do though is write the words ‘I’m an awesome cookie’ on a post-it note and stick it on your forehead. Will that do?

[watercolourferns]

The first time I was called a whore, I was between 11 and 12 and it wasn’t just me being called a whore... Trigger warning, mention of different kinds of abuse.

NOTE: I am a trans man, this happened when I was a kid, and of course I was born a girl, so that’s why I talk as a girl in this.  I was at my dad’s hometown, and my aunt thought it was a good idea I’d meet her friend’s daughter so I could have someone to hang out with since I was the youngest of all the cousins. Well call this girl Karen. The girl was going to the local pool and lent me a swimsuit. It was too big for me, but mine was too small for me and wouldn’t fit anymore, so I had no real choice. We went to the pool, had a great time, but then this one time when I jumped out of the water the suit, being too big for me, was pulled down by the water around my chest area so my chest showed. I had no boobs back then yet, but still the kids laughed and pointed. I was completely embarrassed and left with Karen shortly after that.  Karen told me the next day that the popular kid there thought I was a whore for that, I told her it was just an accident and that it wasn’t that big of a deal anyways because I was 11-12 and looked 10, so basically a kid, like them. Turns out all of them ranged from ages 13 to 15, I was the youngest and I didn’t know...  The guy who called me a whore was around 14 more or less, so that made me feel weird. We’ll call him Alan.  She insisted that Alan had said I looked like a whore and acted like one and that what was I gonna do about it. I told her nothing, I didn’t know him and I don’t like fights. She called me a pussy and then asked me if I ever had rum and coke. I told her kids aren’t allowed to drink and she took me to her father’s bar, and poured a huge glass of rum and coke for me, pressured me to drink some of it or she would tell her mum I was stealing. I felt really bad, my cousins were bullies and physically abused me, but this was on waaaay another level and I didn’t know what to do, my parents hadn’t had the “don’t let peer pressure get to you” talk with me and stealing is a felony and my dad is a lawyer, you can imagine how little 11-12 year old me felt in that moment. So I had some rum with coke... and puked it up. Rum is awful on it’s own, and only spiced rum tastes good with coke in my now adult opinion, this girl had emptied a bottle of rum with a 600ml bottle of coke in a pitcher and, mixed it halfheartedly and then gave me a tall glass to drink. It was more rum than coke and it seared my throat. She called e a pussy again, drank and puke it up as well, pouring everything down the drain. Then we went to her room to red magazines and listen to music till my aunt came for me, Karen warned me not to say anything about the drink.  The next day, we went to the pool again and I was informed by Karen that upon further inspection Alan didn’t think I was a whore, and that he wanted to kiss me. I was confused. I had never had kissed anyone before, and my crushes were reduced to the guy in ninth grade who had helped me with my books back when I was in seventh grade, Yue, Cygnus Hyoga, and Joe Asakura. I knew how kissing worked because of Mexican telenovelas, but it was something just adults did, and if kids kissed it was on the cheek and pretty awkward. I had never seen someone my age or even a bit older kissing. So I said it was fine, because to me they were kids as well and kids = kiss on the cheek, and I was taught those weren’t naughty. So I was taken to a kid’s slide, the ones that have like a little covered landing in the shape of a character’s head or something like that? Well, it was like that. Alan was there waiting with his friends, who looked like my older cousins: big, burly, jeering, and mean. I was instantly scared, I didn’t know what to do, but then I also wanted to ask like what I thought an adult acted, like they acted, so I steeled myself and sat next to Alan. He looked at me, told me I was cute, and then grabbed me by the waist and kissed me full on the lips. I was dumbfounde, confused, I thought it was a kiss on the cheek! He then started to try to french me and I pushed him off, shouting no. His friends laughed, he laughed and said “Yeah, you’re still a whore...” and slid down. Karen laughed and told me that I was stupid. I climbed down the steps crying and when her mum came for us she told her I had slipped and fallen on my butt and that’s why I was crying.  After that I went back a couple more times, and then I just didn’t want to go back anymore, I didn’t see the point in it any longer, it wasn’t fun anymore. I told my aunt I wanted to stay home and play there by myself. She didn’t think twice about it. A week later my mum came to Cananea to pick me up...

 You might ask why I kept going back? Well, I’m an only child, I have no siblings and as I said my cousins were extremely abusive for some reason, my aunts and uncles doing nothing about it. So I was very lonely whenever I spent summers in Cananea, but I liked going there because my parents weren’t around. You know you have it bad at home when you prefer verbal, emotional, and physical abuse from teenagers than to hang out with your parents... But there’s a limit to what I was willing to put up with to hang out with people my age... Sexual harassment is one of those hard limits...   Sadly, a year later I was taught I wasn’t sure if I had boundaries or not when it came to loneliness, so yeah... Thank you for coming to my TedTalk, tune in next week when I have another emotional melt down and I tell you about the time I was groomed till the next day by a pedophile and that fucked up the way I view relationships with men...

[awkward-walking-potato]

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Another one for @caplansteverogers cause she's the queen and owns my soul. We’re just gonna carry on with Bucky and Ariel cause they're cute

Request: ‘ I need Bucky as a father baking cookies with his daughter and singing songs with her. Can ya do it??’ Of course I can Fluff is my speciality

Ariel and Bucky being cute in Part of your world

Requests are open x 

Now that you were back at work full time it meant Bucky and the rest of the team got to spend more time with Ariel which was great and there were always people available, except for Tony after the incident that happened he wasn't allowed in charge of her unless an adult was there to supervise it. 

That leads to today, Bucky had an early morning Mission which meant it was up to Aunt Spider, as Ariel liked to call her, to do the morning duties. The mission was simple enough go in download the documents and get out it was nothing that Bucky hadn't done a hundred times so he was in and out fairly quickly. 

When he did make it home, he wasn't surprised to see Ariel and Nat sat together on the sofa watching Aladdin, what he was shocked by was what she said when she noticed him. “Daddy me and spider were watching Aladdin and she said he was a sexist pig who only cares about himself and will use lies to get what he wants, What’s a sexist pig?” 

Honestly, he shouldn't be surprised Natasha was never one to keep her opinion to herself, especially when it came to men in the wrong. “Oh, sweetheart, you don't need to worry about that, I guess we need to add Aladdin to the list of movies not to watch with Aunt Tash. 

He wished Natasha goodbye after convincing Ariel that she's still a bit too young to know what an ‘Egotist, slime ball of a man is.’ and that maybe when she's a bit older they’ll tell her. “Okay, Princess, we have three hours till mummy gets home what shall we do?” 

Bucky loved this just getting to spend time when it was just him and his little girl sure he loved family time just as much, but his baby was growing up a lot faster than he would of hoped so wanted to make as many memories with her as he could. “Cookies!! The ones that look like bunnies.” See baking wasn't really Bucky’s strong suit sure he could cook amazingly but whenever he baked it just never turn out the way it should. 

That’s where the bunny cookies came from, he and Ariel tried to make you love heart cookies for your birthday, but they looked less like love hearts and more like rabbits that had been ran over by a truck... Several times. It was a sweet gesture and you loved it but since then Bucky had sworn off baking. 

Yet stood right in front of him was his biggest weakness begging him to make Bunny cookies. Bucky had been on plenty of missions where he had been interrogated but nothing could break him faster than those bright blue puppy dog eyes. “Alright, we make one Batch, but if we burn them you help me hide the evidence and we don't tell mum, deal?” He held out his large hand waiting for her. 

“Deal.” she wrapped her hand around one of his fingers and led him into the kitchen, knowing exactly where to go to first, the aprons. Ariel handed Bucky the children sized princess apron that barely reached to his hip while she wore Bucky’s Apron that pooled around her feet on the floor. 

“Okay, Now we add a pinch of salt” Bucky leant over the recipe book, reading out the instructions as you poured in the ingredients “Oopses” when he looked over at the bowl, he noticed a pile of salt covering the other other ingredients and the tears that were starting to form in her eyes “Shush princess it’s fine look daddy can take the salt out see it’s all gone, why don't you go set up the tea party and get dressed while I finish.” 

‘Be our guest, Be our guest put our service to the test..’ Loud singing filled the house as Bucky placed the small table in the centre of the living room with Ariel placing her teddies in their respected places “Okay Mr. Rabbit we have bunny cookies but don't worry they're not real bunnies.” 

Watching her interact with her toys was something that Bucky could do all day but he had a tea party to attend and cookies to be served, he took his seat in between Henry the hedgehog and Steve the Eagle placing a cookie on everyones plate before biting into it the bitter taste of salt filling his mouth “We don't tell mum about this.” 

[woluf]

I need to go to bed but I’m too mad at my aunt so Im going to take this opportunity to vent, even if I keep coming back tot he same subject and the same points every couple of weeks. So like this is Long so feel free to scroll past cause I can’t put it under a cut as my blog is whited out.

I overheard my parents talking about the whole situation earlier - I told them and it’s no issue I just didn’t join in for the sake of mum feeling hounded. I know dad was trying to empower and sort of galvanise my mum to tell her sister how she feels about everything she’s done, although ti does involve a bit of verbal poking because if anything my mother is very unlike my Yorkshire father and tends to keeps her feelings contained, at least where anger is concerned. I know she find it hard to call my aunt out on her shit too, and I don’t blame her for that at all. When someone you love or you want to love is emotionally manipulative (so basically some level of abusive) it create such an enormous internal conflict, and I might not have that perspective from a sibling being an only child, but I know the situation and the feelings having been there with a friend. That abuse doesn’t make them an inherently bad or irredeemable person but you are allowed to seek closure and let them know the pain they’ve caused you.

My mum, who is one of the most loving, generous and kind people you can meet, is also afraid that her anger will make her like a sister. I get that, I do, but I told her that’s impossible. My aunt’s actions are selfish and spiteful, purely borne out of a desire not to see me get money that is a gift from my late nan. Mum’s anger, her rage and hurt, comes from a place of deep compassion and love - love for me, for her late mum and the memory of her being soiled by her sisters actions. I told her as much too. It’s not really about the money at the end of the day, it’s about my aunt not liking me for whatever reason. My dad and I are just ‘those two’ to her.

I can live with that, I don’t like it but it’s whatever.

What upsets me most out of all of this, and what gives me the most boiling rage, is that mum has said she doesn’t feel like she has family any more (my dad and I excluded, of course). She’s said several times that she no longer feels like she has a sister, and I really think that what my aunt has done might have totally ruined any kind of relationship that could have. it might never have been a great one, my aunt can be a bully and was like her father...or just badly opinionated. She picks on mum or makes her Comments because mum is soft and kind. It infuriates me beyond anything. I’d honestly fight the sun out of the sky for my mother and to know how her own sister treats her and her actions just...truly I would like to tell my aunt to her face that I think she’s an absolute selfish cunt.

And it’s not over yet because she only just got back to the solicitor about idk her imagined Owed Costs for looking after her elderly mother, then her sick and later dying mum. That sickens me too, to feel entitled to money like that for what should have been done out of love. I couldn’t imagine acting that way for my own parents. But again it’s not really the money, it’s that she (and mum) aren’t in the will and the money is left to their sole granddaughter - me - who she has some perverse vendetta against. Cant wait to see what she says in this email!

So all in all, not to sound selfish but I want the money that was left to me so I can get on with my life and do some cool things, make some great art, and be over-all less stressed like I know my nan would want for me and e free from that other wretched woman.

UGH

[szopenhauer]

What is the reason you last got a new cell phone? because I needed phone with internet connection 

Are you more masculine or feminine? dunno, smth in between?

Which name have you kissed the most people with? I only kissed one person in my entire life

Do you enjoy All You Can Eat buffets? yes

Have you ever seen the band/artist you’re listening to live? I didn’t attend any Momomoyouth concerts

Last thing you printed off a computer? short story that I’ve written

Last thing you threw in the garbage? not sure what was last

Last black person you hugged? I saw few black people but never even had a chance to talk to them

Is life hard? for me it is, I know some people have it worse but still

Who does the song you’re listening to remind you of? nothing, I just enjoy it

Have you ever had anything pierced that isn’t anymore? never had anything pierced ever

Would you consider yourself “tough”? it’s complicated 

Headphones or earbuds? headphones

Do you support freedom of speech? I think some stuff should be censored like bullying

Are you ever told you are too opinionated? maybe 

Do you hold grudges for long? sometimes

What’s in your garden/backyard? you mean plants or other stuff like furniture or decor?

Do you own a purple pillow? nope

Do you have a brown blanket? nah

Do you think diamonds, stars or hearts are prettier? stars

Have you ever overflown a bath? noooo

Do you appreciate brutal honesty? not brutal but I appreciate honesty in general most of the time

When was the last time you ate meat? yesterday

Have your parents met your gf/exes? they met my current gf and my ex S.

How about your gf’s parents? Met them? I met my current gf’s parents 

Do you feel uncomfortable easily? kinda

Do you know how to say I love you in at least 4 languages? yup

What age will you be when you times your current age by two? 56

Do you find the sound of a cats purr relaxing? hmm...

Are you in a simple or complex mood? complex

Do you know your Mum’s first pets name? I need to ask my mom’s guinea pigs’ name :o

*she doesn’t remember

Do you like car racing? playing car racing games, don’t like to brag but I’m very good at it actually 

What is your closest uncle/aunt called? to me it’s my aunt Alicja (Alice)

Do you wear underwear to bed? when I have my period to have extra protection

Do you get angry, depressed or nervous more? all at once

What is something obvious about you that everyone notices? that I’m short 

Would you ever get a heart tattoo or your back? what for?

Do you like Sapphires? I don’t

What about you do you think your friends dislike? ask them

Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? (assuming you want any) I don’t want any and would allow but no sex! at least use protection or birth control

What’s something about adult life you were never warned of or prepared for? amount of illnesses for example

How often do you wash your car? I don’t have a car

Which app on your phone do you tend to get the most notifications from? fb messanger

Do you find it easy to put yourself in somebody else’s shoes? I believe

Have you ever kissed a smoker? I have not

If you won the lottery, do you think any of your family members would ask you to give them some of your money? my parents wouldn’t have to ask :)

What is the craziest thing you’ve seen happen at your workplace? crazy is that one of the coworkers actually disappeared - he left his stuff and didn’t took the money for the job - he was never found 

Have you ever disliked a book so much that you didn’t finish it? many times

Do you think tomorrow will be a better day than today? hope so

A word that describes you, starting with the last letter of your last name?: asexual

What is the age difference between the last two people you kissed romantically?: -

How many hours have you worked this month?: zero

How did you or whoever come up with the name(s) for your pet(s): he was fattest among his siblings as a puppy and used to eat a lot later too, he even ate roof of his house lmfao

Last time you washed your hair?: Monday’s night

What is your weight?: about 40 kg, I didn’t check recently

Last article of clothing you purchased?: dad bought a hoode NOT INTERESTED for me in second hand because I cold so cold yesterday but I worry I still got a flu :(

Last electronic you purchased?: powerbank from what I remember

What is your blood type?: no idea

Who did you last walk a dog with?: my dad, we always go together for walks because it’s quite dangerous to wander alone around the forest

Ride bikes with?: same

For what reason did you last high five someone?: I virtually high fives my gf because we agreed on smth

Are you emotional? I’m more analytical/logical/overthinker but I still am very emotional Have you ever cut/burned yourself intentionally? ... Have you ever noticed the hidden adult jokes inside of kid shows/movies? in Shrek, the one about penis

Do you sin often? only God knows What do you think happens after you die? we have a funeral :P Are you afraid to die? I’m afraid of looking stupid and people laughing, being a burden, others trying to save me (or me trying to save myself of course) and failing, someone stealing my stuff while I’m unconscious, suffering for a long time, waking up in a casket, going to hell etc. If you had the chance, would you want to know the date of your death? YES Have you ever felt that you weren’t good enough? I’m not enough and yet too much if you know what I mean Are you jealous of your siblings? I am, she’s lucky, normal

Are you always wanting more? I want more than I have but not as much as people usually want - I want health and enough money to not just barely survive but I don’t dream about career, kids, big house, fame, talents, travelling, beauty, long life etc. Do you make good first impressions? pfft Do you consider yourself guarded?  it seems Do you like animals? majority but still wouldn’t want to own them 

Do you think doctors prescribe medicine too often? absolutely, too many meds are causing more problems than help and the fact lots of them are sold without prescription makes me angry and sad Do you enjoy getting drunk, or do you feel like you’re losing all control? I don’t drink because I don’t like the taste/smell and the consequences - losing control is one of them but also hangover and puking for examples Do you think the internet is dangerous? almost everything can be

Who do you think has the most pressure to be good-looking; guys or girls? women are pressured more to be attractive Do you care what impression you make on people? not much Honestly, do you say racist things? nah Do your parents put way too much pressure on you? not really Do you think people overreact when their pets die? not usually

Has anyone ever told you they needed space? that’s what I say!

Do you actually think there will be a zombie apocalypse? smth similar 

Do you get offended really easily? I’m pretty sensitive

Have you ever punched a wall out of complete anger? not wall, furniture

Ever been turned down in a really mean way? in my opinion that was hurtful

Are you ticklish? I am and hate that about me

Do you currently have a pair of UGG boots? I use them as slippers during winter :3

When was the last time you had a stomach ache? morning

Have you ever been to a circus? at least once <3

Does drama seem to follow you everywhere you go? I live in a drama movie Do you ever regret giving your number to people? regretted Have you ever been told that you’re afraid of your own shadow? fuck you! Have you ever tried Gouda cheese? obvi Do you still watch South Park? I never did You’re babysitting, what do you expect per hour for pay? been doing it for free :( What’s the last thing you returned at a store? tried to return computer and even tho it was on guarantee they didn’t fix it, it didn’t work from the start and it’s only getting worse >.< Do you still look at clouds and make shapes of them? it’s so much fun! :D If you had to dye your hair for one year, what color would you pick? green What’s your television addiction? non existent Have you ever had any painful dental work done? If so, what? 4 hours of root canal without anesthesia Do you make your own jewelry or clothing? tried but I’m bad at it Do you use drawing to describe what you’re feeling? preffered collages  Do you give everything you do 100%? I half ass majority of the things I do

If you could transform into any kind of animal, what animal would you be? raccoon? XD  actually a bird I guess One place you would never want to get lost in in the dark? somewhere I could fall down like from the roof or into a deep hole and where are sharp objects etc. Are you claustrophobic? just my head is, I’m scared to be stuck in smth with my head, I know it’s strange If you could be reincarnated, would you come back as another human or an animal? If an animal, what kind? I just want a good life... but never come back would be a better option - no more death  Easiest way to scare you? jump scares What was your last nightmare about? personal

Do you own any knee-high boots? no longer Have you ever kissed a dog on the mouth? disgusting!

How many squares of toilet paper do you use at a time? 2-3 Have you ever had acupuncture done to you? heard you can get ill outta that Do you play hopscotch? played a bit as a child Are you jealous of beautiful people? rarely  Are you foolish and naive? I try my best not to be yet end up being fooled at times anyway Do you play with the food on your plate? my mom does and that annoys me When you were born was the umbilical cord wrapped around your neck? luckily not Have you ever taken a mud bath? no thx Do you have nude photos of yourself posted on the internet? I didn’t even really took any to begin with Are you considered “normal”?

Do you want to skydive? nah Have you ever been told that you talk too much? and not enough, you can’t please anyone

What’s the latest youtube channel you’ve discovered and binge-watched?   https://www.youtube.com/c/naomijon/videos

Do you think your hair looks better long or short? it’s ugly 

Do you look best with or without bangs?   I prefer no bangs

Do you enjoy editing photos on your phone? I like filters sometimes but not editing

Which season do you wish would last longer?   summer

Haw many outdoor birthday parties have you had?   none, sadly, my birthday is during winter so I can’t 

How much taller or shorter are you than your mom?   like 10 cm taller even tho I’m so tiny

Do you have neat handwriting? r u kidding?...

Would you rather hike a mountain or dive into the sea?   hike

Which Barbie doll was your favorite? that one I slept with and broke her neck but I loved my Ken as much (and broke his legs but my dad fixed him) - that’s unusual as those are the only toys I actually ever broke (not counting my fav stuffed animal that lost it’s head but my mom sewed it back) and not because I didn’t care for them like some kids but because I loved them 

Do you prefer cheetah or zebra print, polka dots, paisleys, plaid, stripes or stars? animal prints are ok at times, paisley and some kinds of plaid too but I love stripes and stars and hate polka dots 

Do you like your natural hair color? whatever

Did you dream of becoming famous as a kid?   later in life I wanted to become an actress 

Have you ever been to a gynecologist? several times and I regret that

Do you use the Bitmoji app on your phone? used to

Do you get on facebook every day? yep

Would you ever consider naming a child after a family member?   not that I want to have kids but yes

List three names that sound similar to your name.   apparently Zosia is similar to Zuzia but also Anna as it’s part of Zuzanna

What were you almost named?   Lilia (Lily)

What does your name mean? same hahaha

Do you have any symptoms of COVID-19 right now? luckily not

Have you made your own mask to help prevent the spread of the virus?   my mom is making those

Do you ever wish you had someone to hug?   I have someone to hug

[gaytheorist]

I Will Always Be With You (Harry Potter Fanfic) ch3

Chapter 3: Photo

A black slim figure was seen at Privet Drive that evening, walking towards a house with the number four at the door. Once in front of the house, Severus Snape knocked and waited for an answer while looking around for any signal that could tell him that the boy was being treated badly, such as drops of blood or things alike, that may not trigger someone's eye if they are not looking thoughtfully, sadly, he couldn't find any, the garden seemed perfectly taken care of, even when it had clearly snowed copiously the day before, so he would need to step inside to confirm his theory, he was hoping that there would be some clues outside, that way he would have only had to pick the child and leave.

The door was answered by Petunia Dudley, nee Evans, who Severus could recognize easily because she was Lily's sister and she hated him almost as much as he hated her. His hatred was easily shown on his face, but when he spoke he sounded much calmer and polite, that way she would not be able to deny his entry to the house, "Good evening, I hope I do not disrupt your household, but I would very much like to come in" Severus said, "I came to check on your sister's son, Harry"

Petunia paled at the sight in front of her and was very vocal about her opinion on her sister's freaky friend coming to her beautiful house "I will not allow someone like you inside my house, you freak, you snatched my sister away from me and make her a freak, you won't do the same with the boy, we are in the process to make him normal!" Severus was very much prepared for this kind of insults but, the fact that these people really thought that magic could be beaten out of someone disgusted him and made him remember about his own father.

When the woman stopped ranting he took his wand of its holster very discreetly and aimed it at her "let me in before I do something" he said and saw how Petunia opened the door fully to let him in "Vernon!" she yelled, hoping that her husband would do something with the freak and kick him out.

The big whale of a man stood up from his armchair and approached the dark and slim man in a violent manner, raising his fist and yelling no sense in which you could barely distinguish some curse words that drew Dursley's attention. Severus, in return, stunned the big man and levitated him back into the living room, of course this spell work on a muggle could be a serious problem if Vernon had not been violent but, as this was not the case, it would count as self-defense to the ministry and his memories would be enough to prove it. He left the man on the floor in the middle of the living room, scaring both, mother and son, who were occupying the sofa.

At this point, Severus Snape looked towards the eight-year-old, who look obese and spoiled, calmly, as he didn't want to scare the boy further, it would not be wise to do so, he needed answers, he asked, "where is Harry?" the boy raised his hand and pointed towards somewhere in the hallway, Severus sighed and walked towards it, then he heard it, an almost soundless thud against the cupboard under the stairs door.

Harry had been listening to the conversation from the very beginning, the man said he had come to check on him, was he going to take him away? What if the place where he is sent to is even worse? Those thoughts hunted him while the conversation was still going, suddenly everything seems calmer and he had to bend a bit further to be able to hear it properly, when he failed to do so he punched the door slightly in frustration, without knowing that this had drawn the attention of the potions master.

Severus breathed shakily trying to calm his rage at the view of a locker on the cupboard's door, Harry was kept there against his will. He opened the little door, he crouched down to see the interior better and found a kid that looked about five or six years old, dressed in oversized clothes that looked dirty and ripped, who was desperate to move as far as possible form the open door.

Lily's son was scared and confined, his best and first friend's son was being abused, he bit his lip, trying to hold back any emotion that may scare the child further, Instead, he offered a little friendly smirk, showing kindness in his eyes, a kindness that many failed to see, and then, after putting on some privacy spells to make sure the abusers didn't hear anything, he spoke "Hello Harry, I am Severus Snape, I was friends with your mum and she has asked me to take you with me to a safer place, your mum and dad loved you very much and they would like you to have a happy life" Severus stopped there, trying to see if the little child was understanding him.

He was going to speak again when he heard a small voice "aunt Petunia said that mum and dad didn't love me and they killed themselves in a car accident…" Harry said, he was confused, he wanted to believe the things that the dark, kind man was saying but he had to be sure, he needed proof of the man's connection to his parents, he didn't have to wait long before he got his reassurance, "Harry, your parents loved you so much… they would do anything for you, she lied to you but I would never do that, look, I bring this with me" Severus pulled a photo of him and Lily together the day they received their letters to Hogwarts, the picture was a magical one so you could see them both smiling and waving their letters.

Harry looked at it while tears started to fall, he noticed it moved and looked up at Severus with a question on his mouth but it was cut up by the explanation "it's magic, I will explain you later" the man said without knowing how much did mean to Harry the fact that someone was going to take the time to explain him something new, at school he was mostly ignored so he didn't have that experience.

"can… can we leave?" those were the words that broke the silence, they were shyly enunciated but it was good enough for Severus who had much more patience with little kids than with his students. Severus nodded slowly and offered his hand to harry who got outside of the little space.

Severus helped him up "take your toys and things that you want to keep, don't worry about clothes we will fix that later" when the kid handed him two broken toys Severus looked confused "this are my toys… can you keep them safe?" the little man spoke, Severus took the two soldiers and put them in one of his pockets before lifting the privacy spells and the stunning spell, then he stood in front of the living room where the abusers were, "we are leaving, but I will be back to make you pay" Severus then took Harry's hand and walked outside.

Once outside he explained briefly how were they going to travel to the kid, explaining how Severus needed to pick him up, which the boy didn't seem to mind at all, and how it would feel like a small tube, also he explained that it was completely fine to feel ill afterwards so the kid didn't feel guilty if he did throw up. When Harry was comfortable in Severus' arms, Severus thought that the kid was too light and clingy he didn't mind the clinginess but the weight concerned quite a bit, he rubbed the little's back before apparating to Hogwarts.

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[ndksicksxijsksidis]

I’m in such a weird sad mood today and hhh

yesterday / today i spent til 2am talking to my mum about how I’m gonna finally move to her house permanently at some point, and I just wanna talk about some stuff I’ve been thinking about since and it may make no sense whatsoever and it’s really long and just me getting all my thoughts out so don’t read it if you don’t want to I won’t care I just need somewhere to let everything out because I suddenly feel like I’m going to explode

when my mum said that we would have to be the ones to tell our dad because it has to come from us not her, I said “what if he gets angry and doesn’t want us to move?” She said “what’s the worst he could do?” And it actually made me realise that he couldn’t actually do anything. The worst thing he would do to is about it is maybe hit us or hurt us in some way but maybe now even that because he hasn’t done that for a long while? The worst he could really do is shout and I have to remember that if i want to make my life better I have to be responsible for it? I’m so fucking useless and I’m the opposite of self reliant, if there’s the option for me to depend on my mum to talk to my dad about what he’s done to me instead of telling him myself that I don’t like what he’s doing, I let her, because I’m too damn scared to do anything and I piss myself off because what thefuck am I scared of? I’ve been brought up on his side to keep quiet about what I think, what I think about everything doesn’t matter because guess what!! all my family members tell me “listen to your dad he knows what he’s talking about he’s doing it for the best!!” so I have almost no one on my dads side to support me through it. My mum says I should tell my aunts and uncles about it and they could have a word with him or atleast know how he treats us but I’m scared they’ll go against me for it because that’s what they all did to my mum even though my dad was always in the wrong? In every situation? I know I’ve brought this up before but he put my mum in such a shitty position even before I was born like he made her pay for everything and she was literally on anti depressants from how bad everything was getting? She started smoking for 5 months without telling me and my sister even recently because sometimes she still can’t take all the pressure he still gives her even though they’re finally fully divorced? He never gave my mum a reason but he refused to be romantic with her (which would be fine if he had said he was aromantic or something and that was why but he never mentioned the topic) and when my mum asked him if he actually loved her he just said “well I married you didn’t I” And not even as a joke it was in an offensive way? All these things are convincing me even more that I need to leave as soon as I can but then sometimes confusing things happen and I don’t know what to think. Recently my dads been a bit better (???) but that may seem that way because we Barely see him. He never hits us anymore like he used to, I don’t hate it as much as I used to. I think the only reason I hate going to his house is because I’m in fear of what could happen because it’s been so bad in the past. Of course I want stuff to get better but I’m a way I don’t want being at his to get better? I don’t want it to get so ok that I feel like all my past rants and crying for ages was just an overreaction because I already am the most sensitive person in the world and cry at absolutely anything that hurts me? A friend could make a joke thats only a tiny bit offensive and I would be on the verge of tears. I want to move to my mums knowing I made the right decision. I’m not going to be able to see my mum as much when I stay with her permanently bc she has a new job and all our holidays put together are worth 14 weeks and she’s only allowed to take 6 weeks off work. I’m going to have to stay home alone quite a lot. But I guess it’s still the better option, I can be more organised, I can finally keep all my stuff in one place, I can be happy, I don’t have to be worrying the night before about how I have to make the most of that night because I won’t be at that house for a few days. Yeah it sounds stupid but I feel ten times more at home at my mums than my dads. I can talk freely and say what I like, my mum considers my opinions, I have the most lovely family in the world on her side, I can arrange more times for me to meet up with friends, and I can just live a normal (ish) life?

That leads me on to my last point. I find it weird to think about if i had had the average childhood most people I know had. They had two parents in the same house all the time, they weren’t scared to death half the time, they had at least average levels of confidence? They could make friends and talk to people without getting really awkward and anxious? The whole concept just seems completely unrealistic to me because my life was never normal like everyone else’s was. If I had been brought up with more confidence I would have made friends in primary school instead of sitting alone in the library or benches outside reading books at lunch or literally? just walking around the netball court for that whole lunch time? The one friend I had before year 6 was my idiot of an ex best friend who I hated but I stuck with because I had no one else? She kept saying she thought her parents were gonna divorce just bc they were rarely arguing and to this day theyre still married. I’m convinced she knew how self conscious I was and never bothered to help me with it. I’ve changed so much since then, I actually have friends now which I find so hard to believe because I’m an actual mess and I’m annoying and selfish and I’m just a really bad person in general even though I try to be the opposite? No one else realised my bad traits like jealousy and selfishness bc i try to hide them, I don’t say anything when I get jealous because I realise I’m being selfish so I just keep my thoughts to myself but then I’m on the verge of a breakdown? Also earlier I mentioned I’m sensitive, whenever I feel like I’m about to cry it’s really obvious bc my eyes start to water and I try to make loads of jokes and act all happy and laugh a lot, almost trying to force the sadness back by acting like I’m happy when I’m really really not? I love my friends so much and I’m so glad they want to be friends with me but I don’t know why they do? Why would you want to be friends with an emotional mess like me? I always have something to complain about it’s so fucking stupid

Ok wow I went of on a tangent but rant over I’m just,,,,,, sad

[thedevildinosaur]

(Dog is male in book and show, but uh. Ignore that for this fic.)

“D’you reckon Dog’s getting fat?” Brian asks one day.

“What?” Adam thinks he should be offended on Dog’s behalf.

“You can’t just say that,” Pepper says, scandalized. “Some people are self-conscious.”

“Besides, that’s not a bad thing to be,” Wensleydale adds.

“I didn’t say it was,” Brian says. “I think she looks good.”

“Course she looks good,” Adam says firmly, and sets the topic aside.

Dog doesn’t say anything, but then again, she is just a dog.

[[More]]

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A week after that:

Mr. Young squints at Dog, begging very politely under the kitchen table. “Are we feeding her too much?”

“No,” says Adam, who thinks he’s been very sneaky about feeding Dog scraps from the table.

“No more people food for her,” Mrs. Young decides, because she has definitely noticed when Adam feeds Dog the unwanted portions of his dinner.

“We already aren’t giving her any,” says Mr. Young, who definitely has not noticed.

“Right,” Adam says, hoping that comes across as agreeing with both his parents.

Dog sets her chin on Adam’s knees and whines.

--

And a few weeks after that:

“Mum! Have you seen Dog?” Adam is breathless, red-faced. He’s looked all over the house, and the garden, and the neighborhood, and everywhere between here and the Them’s hideout. No Dog.

“Have you looked under your bed? She’s been hiding there a lot lately.”

“That’s where I started.” Adam dutifully climbs the stairs back to his room. He hasn’t been separated from Dog since she arrived, except for school, but even then Dog walks him to the school bus in the mornings and meets him there in the evenings. So a few hours without Dog, on a Saturday, feel like the end of the world. In a manner of speaking. It actually feels scarier than the end of the world, in Adam’s experience.

He drops down on all fours and pulls up the blankets of his unmade bed, then nearly drops them in surprise. “Dog?” he says.

Six pairs of glowing red eyes stare back at him from the darkness under his bed.

“Mum! Dad! Come quick! Dog’s had puppies!”

--

Dog’s eyes stop glowing after a few hours. The puppies don’t seem to have any control over it.

“They’re really not like normal dogs,” Wensleydale observes.

“No duh. The eyes give them away. They’re clearly hellhounds, just like Dog.” Pepper is of the opinion that this makes them way cooler than normal puppies.

“I mean, their eyes aren’t supposed to be open yet. When my aunt’s dog had puppies, it took them almost two weeks to open their eyes,” Wensleydale explains.

Brian shrugs. “Maybe those dogs were slower. Don’t flames make things go faster?”

Adam frowns at the squirming litter. “There’s no flames on my dogs.”

“But there are flames in hell. Everyone knows that,” Pepper says.

“You didn’t see them when they were born. Maybe there were flames.” Brian looks entirely too enthusiastic at the idea of puppies born in fire.

Adam isn’t as sure. “I don’t think there were any flames. Dog probably just wanted them to wake up sooner, so they did.”

“What are you going to do with them, Adam?” asks Wensleydale.

So far, no adult has noticed the puppies’ red eyes. Mr. Young’s biggest concern is which neighborhood mutt he can blame for an excess of canine in his house; Mrs. Young fussed over the mess under Adam’s bed and cooed over the puppies’ sweet little noses. Adam hasn’t yet convinced either of them to let him keep all the dogs, so he will have to find homes for them. Preferably with people who could Understand about the hellhound thing.

“Are any of you allowed to have dogs?”

--

The first to leave:

Wensleydale’s father is allergic, and Pepper’s mother is against letting animals in her house, apparently because she still has strong negative associations with sheep. Brian is the only one who manages to stake a claim on one of the puppies, although it wasn’t an easy task.

“My moms aren’t saying no, exactly. They just won’t say yes, either. Help me, Adam. How do I get them to agree?” Brian has, from the moment he met Adam, maintained an unwavering belief in Adam’s ability to make anything work. Well, almost anything, but the few things Adam can’t fix are probably impossible to fix anyway, like too-early bedtimes and really mean teachers.

Adam thinks about it. Dog keeps adding more puppies to the pile in his arms, which is really getting too rowdy to control, but he makes a valiant effort. “Give us a few more weeks to let the puppies grow some more. Then we’ll introduce them to Dog. They’ll be so impressed by what a good dog she is, they’ll have to agree. Because a good dog can only make more good dogs, right?”

“Brilliant!”

The plan works. Brian’s moms are particularly taken with Dog’s walk-like-a-bear trick. Brian names his dog Cocoa, even though she isn’t brown. At nine weeks old, Cocoa goes home with Brian.

--

The second:

Anathema and Newt may be adults, but they’re adults who Understand, so they’re able to see the glowing eyes and know exactly what the puppies are.

“Er. D’you think. I mean, um, do they, that is, eat… dog… food?” Newt asks.

“Yes,” Adam says, holding four puppies and watching Anathema cuddle the fifth. “What else would they eat?”

“Souls of the damned, maybe?”

Adam furrows his brow at Newt, who shrugs apologetically.

“I’ll take her,” Anathema says. She’s been falling in love from the moment Pepper first put the puppy in her arms. As a witch, particularly as one who is adept at reading auras, she usually has a very clear idea of whether or not she’ll like someone when she first meets them. She knew the Them were good kids, she knew Newt would be good to her. And she knows this puppy will be a lifelong friend, too. If she bothered to read Agnes Nutter’s sequel, she might have found at least one prophecy about this dog.

“I’ve never had a dog before,” Newt says. “Always wanted one, but never had a landlord who’d let me.”

“My family has always preferred cats,” Anathema admits. Until just this moment, she thought she preferred cats too. Now, she can probably like both equally well.

Adam nods. “It’s settled then. You just need to name her.”

“Dotty?” Anathema suggests, looking at the puppy’s spots. At the same time, Newt says, “Dee-Oh-Gee.”

Anathema stares at him, exasperated and fond. “You should not be allowed to name anything, ever.”

"Those are both terrible names for a witch's familiar," Pepper declares.

"Witches don't actually need familiars," Anathema begins, but she's too late: the Them are already off on this new tangent.

"Do you think a hellhound would give her extra power?"

"What exactly does a familiar do?"

"Why are they called familiars anyway, of course the witch knows them."

"Well," Anathema says, unable to resist the opportunity to share her knowledge. "Familiars were originally thought to be spirits or demons possessing animals."

"What, like Mr. Crowley?"

"Does he ever possess like, a cat or a toad or something?"

"You'll have to ask Mr. Crowley that question." Anathema has still not learned how to handle the full barrage of the Them's questions. She still does better than most people; Newt, for example, whose eyes have glazed over.

She manages to get herself and Newt out of there with the promise that they'll pick up their puppy after she turns eight weeks old. Until then, Dee-Oh-Gee remains with her siblings.

--

The third:

“Yesss,” Crowley says. He’s two steps inside the Young residence, forty-five minutes after Adam called him. “Where are they?”

“Upstairs.” Adam leads him to the litter. They are still at a very small and clumsy stage, where they seem to be more like fuzzy blobs of noise than puppies.

Crowley bends over them and sniffs. He picks up a puppy and turns it this way and that. Adam lets him investigate, figuring that there are probably all sorts of demonic details that the others missed. He’s polite enough not to say anything when Crowley sticks his tongue out and wiggles it in the air.

“They’re not really hellhounds,” Crowley says at last. “I mean, they can probably walk through hellfire and they won’t be too happy on consecrated ground, but they’re not properly hellish. Those eyes will stop glowing after a while.”

Adam is a little disappointed. The glowing eyes are cool. “So, will you take one?”

“I already said yes, didn’t I?” Crowley carefully returns the puppy to her mother. Another one attempts to suckle on his finger, so he snatches his hand back.

“These two are already taken. You can have any of the others.”

Crowley carefully selects a dog who, like her mother, is evenly split between black and white fur. “Does this one look like a Lilith to you?” The demon looks embarrassed to even be asking the question.

“She could be,” Adam says, as encouraging as he can be.

“Eh. Probably just call her Lily for short.” Crowley stares at the puppy cradled in his hands. She stares back. Finally, he grunts and glances back at Adam, his voice suspiciously choked up. “Thanks.”

Adam remembers that his friends have a question for Crowley. "Have you ever possessed an animal?"

"Do you mean possessed as in owned or possessed as in..."

"Anathema said witches' familiars used to be demons possessing things."

"Oh, right. Well, no on both accounts, I'm afraid."

"Oh," Adam says, somehow both disappointed and relieved.

In a few weeks, after her sisters leave, Lily goes too, in a pink fluffy basket carried by one grinning demon.

--

The fourth:

Aziraphale is, surprisingly, much harder to get a hold of than Crowley. Only one of them consistently answers their phone, and it somehow isn’t the angel. After Adam finally reached him, it took some wheedling just to get the angel to agree to come see the puppies.

“I, er, I’m not officially on heaven’s payroll, you understand. So I don’t have any professional objection to hellhounds, and it’s nothing personal either. I’m sure they’re delightful,” Aziraphale explains, still following Adam up the stairs. “I do have to think of my books, however. There’s never been a dog in my shop, I’ve never allowed it. Well, except for seeing-eye dogs, but those dears are working and probably won’t try to eat my books and, do you know, most blind people don’t visit the bookshop.”

Adam stops outside his door, prepared to patiently wait out the angel’s babbling explanation.

“I suppose I could expand my braille collection or invest in some of those audiobooks, but that might give people the impression that I wanted to attract more customers. Which I most certainly do not.”

“A hellhound might scare them away,” Adam points out.

“Oh? That’s a good idea.” Aziraphale’s eyes skitter nervously. “Only, well, they are hellhounds, and I’m an angel! How do we know they’ll even like me?”

“I think you should meet them, first. You’ll never know if you don’t try.” Adam nudges him forward. “Besides, Mr. Crowley already said they’re not real hellhounds. They’re barely even half-hellhound.”

“Crowley’s been here?” Aziraphale says, momentarily distracted. One of the puppies seizes this opportunity to investigate the newcomer, and promptly falls to chewing on his shoelaces. “Oh dear.”

“That means he likes you,” Adam says.

“Cr-Crowley?” Aziraphale’s eyes widen.

“The dog.” Adam points down.

Aziraphale follows his finger, and startles at the sight. “Oh! Yes. Er, just so.” He pries the puppy off his shoes, and awkwardly holds him close enough that the puppy switches to chewing on his bowtie. Aziraphale fusses but, Adam notices, doesn’t move the dog away.

Chewie leaves at the same time that Lily does, in the same car. But Chewie wears a tartan sweater to match his angelic owner.

--

The last to go:

Nine weeks after their birth, four out of the five puppies have been claimed. Adam and Dog curl up with the last of the litter. He’s not the smallest (Lily gets that distinction), or the rowdiest (unsurprisingly, Brian’s Cocoa takes that), so it’s nothing personal that he hasn’t been chosen yet. The others just happened to go before him. Dog let each puppy leave with both reluctance and resignation. Adam comforts her, reasoning that two of the puppies are still in Tadfield, and she’ll probably see Cocoa almost every day anyway, and Mr. Crowley can drive the other two back for playdates from time to time.

“Dad says he can’t stay.” Adam briefly hugs Dog tighter, before loosening his arms so he doesn’t hurt her. “This is a one-dog household only.” Mr. Young also said he was going to get Dog fixed, but that hasn’t happened yet. Adam thinks that between him and Dog both wishing it wouldn’t, it probably won’t. When he and Dog agree on something this strongly, the world usually obliges. “He says we only have one more week, then the puppy has to go to a shelter.”

Shelters are fine, Adam thinks, but they seem awfully lonely. He doesn’t want to send the puppy away and never know where he ended up or if his new family is kind or if they can Understand the hellhound thing.

The puppy barks and tries to catch his own tail. Adam feels an uncomfortable twist in his chest, rather similar to the way he felt when Dog turned away from him during all that world-ending stuff.

Dog whines, low and echoing the unspoken cry in Adam’s head.

Week ten passes by, and there is still one puppy left. Adam drags his feet as he picks him up, taking as much time as he can to pet Dog and let her say goodbye to the last of her litter.

“Come on, Adam,” Mr. Young says, but not unkindly.

“We’ll get ice cream on our way back,” Mrs. Young offers. They’re both proud of the effort Adam has put into taking care of the puppies and finding homes for them; he even caught the attention of two fine gentlemen in London, although they’re not exactly clear on how he managed to do that.

Privately, Adam thinks he would rather keep the puppy than touch ice cream ever again. But he’s already begged for more time and there’s only so much begging his parents will listen to.

“ADAM! Wait up!”

Adam stops, one arm around the puppy and one hand on the car door. Behind him, Pepper comes in on her bike, riding so fast she nearly crashes right into Mr. Young’s bushes. “Pepper?”

“Adam! I asked and I asked and I asked and then I went to the library and I did some research with Wensleydale and together we made an argument that I should have a dog and she finally said yes, as long as Wensleydale helps me take care of it,” Pepper says in a breathless rush, nearly tripping off her bike in her haste to reach him before he leaves.

Adam freezes. “She said yes?”

"I can have a dog!" Pepper grins. Wensleydale catches up, always the slowest on a bike.

Wensleydale waves at Adam's parents. "Having a pet is good for kids like us. Teaches us things like responsibility, caretaking, patience…"

"I'm going to teach my hellhound to bite the Johnsonites," Pepper declares.

"That wasn't a part of our argument," Wensleydale clarifies.

A slow, wide smile spreads across Adam's face. His eyes meet his parents, and he sees their answering smiles. "Only one thing left to do. What'll you call him?"

"Ummm, Ripper, Killer, something like that," Pepper says.

Wensleydale offers, very sincerely, "What about Salt?"

Pepper gives him an affronted look, but Adam laughs. At his feet, Dog starts dancing in a tight circle, picking up on the lightened mood. Just briefly, though it could have been a trick of the light, Dog's eyes glow a very satisfied red indeed.

Hear me out: Dog has puppies