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what would a poly relationship with the 5 female legendary cookies from cookie run kingdom be like with a quiet male!reader and can I see some dialogue with them please
Cream Oreo Cookie: Dialogue Coming right up! :D
Sea Fairy Cookie:
You both are quiet actually but not as much as you
Unlike Sea Fairy Cookie she talks a small bit but you..you barely talk to her but just make squeaking sounds and just nod or shake your head or shrug whenever you we're asked a question
She doesn't mind Ofcourse since she understands
You both take good care eachother and show affection by action
You both stay at her tower watching the stars and looking over at his sister's Moon(yes I Headcannon Sea Fairy Cookie & Moonlight Cookie as siblings don't kill me please đ)
She would at times do your hair and loves to play with it at times
She will tell you stories about the sea and the creatures that lives in
You both always take long walks by the beach or on the water
Sea Fairy Cookie: My Dear Seashell are you ready to go out for our daily morning walk?
You Nodded happily
Sea Fairy Cookie: Here hold my hand and let me protect you my dear
Moonlight Cookie:
At first she thought she was making yo uncomfortable or was doing something wrong to make you upset and not talk to her
Are you scared? Sad? Angry? What is it?! It's been so long since she had any kind interaction with the outside world because of her slumber
But then when you reassured her with writing something on a paper that you don't mind her company she calmed down
She was glad she wasn't doing anything wrong for her Sunshine
Now she doesn't mind if your quiet since that's just how you are and if you don't want to tell her then that's fine
For some reason even in your dreams you don't talk
The two of you cuddle whenever it's time to sleep and would sing to you
Moonlight Cookie: When the river flows~ Surely to the sea...Darling so it goes...Somethings are just meant to be~
You smiled softly as you we're held by Moonlight Cookie
Y/N Cookie: Mm..
Frost Queen Cookie:
You we're a very interesting Cookie for her
A Cookie who prefers not too speak and yet is gentle but kind and energetic even
You have caught her eye and maybe...just maybe melted her cold ice ridden heart
You we're such a gentle and Handsome Cookie she has ever met
You always come by to have hot Cocoa and play board games with her
Despite being a quiet and shy Cookie you we're very entertaining and smart
If you ever needed her for something just call out her name and she will protect you and take good care of you at all cost
Frost Queen Cookie: You called me my little Snowflake?
You nod and hugged her wearing a ton of clothing just to not freeze from her iced body and get stuck like last time
She was surprised but then smiled and hugged back
Frost Queen Cookie: I love you too my little Snowflake
Stormbringer Cookie:
She was confused at first to why you don't want to talk...
She thought it was out of fear for being stroked by lightning since she is the Goddess of Thunder
But when she found out that you are just like that she laughed but not at you Ofcourse (Kind off)
She laughed at how interesting it was for her to meet such a shy Individual let alone be it a Male Cookie
You Mortals never fails to entertain her and surprise her
You we're her listener and she was your Yapper
Stormbringer Cookie: And then! I went and said " YOU DARE CHALLENGE THE ALL MIGHTY THUNDER GOD MORTAL!?"
You just nod and nod and made some "Hm" sounds to show her that you we're listening
Stormbringer Cookie: AND JUST LIKE THAT I STRIKE HIM WITH ONE POWERFUL STRIKE AND THEY WE'RE GONE INTO CRUMBS!!!! HAHAHAHAH!
Black/White Pearl Cookie:
She was annoyed and pissed to why you can't scream or beg for any mercy for her to not crumble you..
It's not fun when your Cookie just stays quiet and accepted fate without a fight or any means to beg and bargain with her
But you we're very interesting for offering such jellies and even seashells to show how a male Cookie like you who tends to be ruthless from her past experience are
She was glad to meet a gentleman let alone be a small little Male Cookie who's so Handsome, Cute and Sweet
Despite being a shy talker you we're loved and given gifts by the all mighty Black Pearl Cookie
If you needed anything from her she will give it to you no second thoughts
Black Pearl Cookie: Where have you been all of this time my darling little Land Cookie?
You tilted your head to the side a bit confused
Black Pearl Cookie: I have met such Awful and Ruthless Male Land Cookie's and goodness by the name of the witches are they HORRIBLE
Is that why she tried to kill you back then?
Black Pearl Cookie: But now your finally here in my arms my little knight and shining armor despite being so small and weak and can be crumbled in seconds
You gulped at that thought but smiled nonetheless and thank her in a very quiet voice for he compliment
#cookie run kingdom#crk#cookie run#cookie run x reader#cookie run x y/n#sea fairy cookie#moonlight cookie#stormbringer cookie#black pearl cookie#white pearl cookie#frost queen cookie#legendary cookies
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Amy Madison is one of those things which, like some of the subplots of DS9, I assumed that I'd missed something the first time around and that there was a lot more to it, and was disappointed on a rewatch to find that... no, not really.
Like, I thought it was super-cool that there was this tiny minor character with stuff going on in the background who would resurface seasons later instead of a "remember the new guy" plot! And obviously Willow cared about this girl and there was a whole story there, right? I wasn't religiously watching the show when it first aired so I'd probably just missed whatever her story was!
So then I did a big rewatch with a friend who'd never seen Buffy before and... ehh.
(Now, I never watched season 7 and have stricken it from my personal canon, so that already limits me.) I want Amy to make more sense and to have more story. In those few appearances there are just enough threads of a story that I can totally build a bunch of ideas, but they rapidly diverge from canon.
Because yeah, there's the "Amy decides to delve into witchcraft". Many good reasons why she might, protection from someone messing with her again being an obvious one, dark fascination and love/hate with her mother being another, but she's never given the chance to tell that story.
There's the "Amy back from the dead" which was HORRIBLY disappointing how glossed-over it was. Amy's real-world situation is more fucked-up than Buffy's was! Was she declared legally dead? How many people had any idea what had happened to her? (What happened to that Michael kid who was also in their witch circle? He knew, right? Did he used to visit Rat-Amy?) When she finally went to find her father how did she explain this to him, or did she panic and mind-whammy him because she *couldn't* explain? There could have been more detailed connections here with both Buffy's problems and Willow's problems, without having to go the ridiculous route of...
"Amy's magic druggie problem" Even leaving aside that this entire plotline is horrible, stupid, and horribly stupid, I don't for a second believe that a girl who's been stuck as a rat for years could instantly find the super-secret floating lair of the local druglord. She clearly didn't have that sort of hookup before and it wouldn't be that easy for her to find it now. She's years out of touch! And she should be struggling with magic now. She was not as powerful as fully-juiced Willow to begin with and the trauma of being ratted ought to be giving her the yips. Even if she knew this guy existed and never told Willow about it in high school for some reason, it ought to be a difficult quest on her part to find a way in.
"Amy wants revenge on Willow" A perfectly good plotline idea if they'd actually worked with it in the show, which would require making her more of a major character for a while. Because yeah, getting mad at Willow for 'ruining' her life is plausible, but we need to see Amy's life falling apart first. Even if it's almost-all offscreen because she's not a Real Scooby, it should take time for her to develop this hate-on for Willow. Because at first she'd be grateful for being saved, and then as she slowly realised how screwed she was, then she becomes resentful. Sort of an inverse of Buffy who wasn't happy about being saved and then comes to terms with it, Amy slowly gives up on trying to have her life back and decides to throw in with the dark side.
Just spitballing here. Willow, desperate to prove that she can do good things with her magic powers, de-rats Amy. Amy is thrilled at first but becomes more and more distressed as she realises that life has left her behind. How's she going to fix things with her dad? And Willow suggests magic. Willow takes her home, makes her dad accept everything with a mind-whammy, zap-zap-zap's Amy's long-turned-into-storage bedroom into something cool and modern and witchy, and leaves Amy there, feeling super proud of herself. See, it's easy! Magic really can fix everything! Cut back to Amy, alone in the dark, twitching in terror at the sounds of cats, trying to cast little spells and having them go wrong...
Reverse Unpopular Opinion: Amy Madison
[Reverse unpopular opinion meme.]
This is an interesting one because I think thereâs a solid argument to be made that the character of âAmy Madisonâ does not, in fact, actually exist on the show Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
By which I mean ⊠look, okay, yes, obviously, there is a character in an early Season 1 episode called Amy Madison, played by Elizabeth Anne Allen. And thereâs a character with the same name in a Season 2 episode, and [in an admittedly weird coincidence] sheâs also played by Elizabeth Anne Allen. And thereâs one in Season 3, and a one in a few episodes of Season 6, and one in an episode of Season 7, and all of them are played by the same actor.
But ⊠I mean, come on. Thereâs no way these can all be the same character, right? They donât have the same basic back story or the same relationship to magic or to Willow; they certainly donât have anything resembling a definite personality or set of motivations or a consistent character arc. No, surely whatâs going on here is that there are several different âAmy Madisonsâ in Sunnydale â just like there are several different characters called Anne or Nancy on the show â and in a bizarre in-joke the writers simply decided to cast the same woman to play all of them.
Now, ordinarily, simply being written inconsistently over a handful of episodes and not having anything resembling the same personality from week to week would be no obstacle to having a few die-hard fans. But â as far as I can tell, anyway? â thereâs no âfandom Amyâ either. She never really gets mentioned when people want to talk about how all the Scooby Gang had awful mothers [even though Amy actually did, explicitly and inarguably, have a very, very awful and openly abusive mother!]. Thereâs very little in the way of Amy/Willow shipping going on here or on AO3 [even though witchcraft is heavily coded as a metaphor for being a lesbian and Amy, one of the first witches we meet on the show, is repeatedly linked to Willow throughout the showâs run]. There are no adorable drawings of Amy as a rat staring out of her cage at Willow and Tara (or if there are, they arenât getting as many notes as they should be getting). Â
No, it looks like most people who are still watching and talking about the show twenty-five years later have about as much interest in poor Amy Madison as the writers did. Sheâs a plot device. A punchline. A cipher. A blank slate. Sheâs whatever the plot requires her to be to further the stories of the actual characters on the show, and sheâll never ever be anything else. Which is a little sad, if you think about it. I think Amy â or, well, most of the different Amys: The Killer In Meâs smirking evil-for-evilâs-sake Amy Iâm not so sure about â deserved better.
[As I write this the thought occurs to me, belatedly, that I might be one of Amy Madisonâs biggest fans. Pretty grim news for her if so.]
OK. Enough stalling. Five positive things about Amy Madison [with, as ever, the usual caveat about the comics, which Iâve still not read anything about and still donât exist].
Witch, Amyâs debut appearance, is a solid episode! One of that seasonâs best, I think (though not, of course, one of its very best). And I think the duo of Elizabeth Anne Allen's Amy Madison (and Robin Riker as her mom Catherine) is a big part of why that episode works: no, they havenât got a huge amount to work with, but I think they both do a pretty good job switching between evil witch Catherine and innocent victim Amy. Catherineâs bodyswap spell foreshadows (albeit unintentionally) the bodyswap artifact that the Mayor gifts Faith in This Yearâs Girl / Who Are You? and Iâll always have a soft sport for it because of that. And I really like that the episode ends with Amy alive and hanging out with Buffy in a way that suggests that they are going to stay friends, even if we donât see any evidence on screen that that happened.
Sarcasm aside, Iâm really glad the writers brought Amy back in the second season. To me, part of the appeal of the high school years are the recurring minor characters â I talked about Principal Snyder before, but also Jonathan and Devon and Percy and Harmony and ⊠yes, Amy too. The show obviously doesnât care about her very much, and you have to do a lot of mental gymnastics to fill in the missing pieces of her story and make her arc make sense (why is she starting to do magic in Season 2? When does she start hanging out with Willow?), but ⊠well, I do care and I have done those gymnastics. At least Amy didnât end up like Marcie Ross or Buffyâs old flame Owen or any of those poor kids who must remember eating Principal Flutie.Â
Iâve been reading a few old interviews Elizabeth Anne Allen gave recently (here and here, for example) which I think have some pretty interesting insights into how the character of Amy developed. Had you ever heard there were persistent rumors at one point that Amy was going to be one of the starting regulars on Angel? Itâs mind-boggling to think about a world where that happened. Allen seems to have put a huge amount of thought into her character, too, at least for her first few appearances, which ⊠uh, I guess makes me feel a bit shitty about those opening paragraphs. [Not enough to delete them thoughâŠ] Also in one of the linked interviews she says that she âhopes she wonât be a rat much longerâ â and thatâs an interview she gave before the Season 3 finale had even made it to air, which made me pretty sad to read. Forget appearing on Angel, imagine if Amy had been de-ratted in Season 4. Imagine if Superstar was about Amy instead of Jonathan.
There is a second or two in Season 6âs Smashed â no more than that â when Buffy and Amy are catching up again (âHow have you been?â âRat. You?â âDead.â âOh.â) and you can, if youâre quick, delude yourself into thinking that the show is going to do something interesting with the obvious parallel itâs just set up. Willow has now not only brought Buffy back into the regular human world [and left her struggling to live and find meaning as a college drop out with a dead mother and an absent father last seen on screen about five years ago], sheâs also brought Amy back into the regular human world [and left her struggling to live and find meaning as a de facto high school drop out with a presumed-dead mother and a presumably-now-absent father last mentioned about five years ago]. Surely this must be deliberate? Well, no: the show doesnât do anything with this idea ever again, because Marti Noxon had very different [worse] ideas for Amyâs character this season, but if you pretend it might be about do something like that itâs a pretty exciting couple of seconds.
The fact that âAmy Madisonâ exists as a (technically!) canon character means that I can write (or daydream about writing) fanfiction in which Willow has a friend in high school who is also a practising witch. One with a vague but miserable home life, who is secretly in love with Willow but too afraid to admit it (and so she keeps professing to be interested in men who she canât possibly ever expect to date, either because theyâre unpleasantly vile toward women or openly gay or both). And I can do that while, just about, pretending that I have not created the most embarrasingly psychologically revealing OC you ever heard about in your life. Thanks Amy!
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thinking about stendan since Iâve just done a rewatch, and while iâve been desperate for emmett to come back to the show for years, I honestly believe brendanâs three year arc on the show was as close to perfect as it could have been.
Iâll never stop wanting him back, but there's some comfort in knowing how legendary brendan's story remains to this day. eleven years on and heâs still being brought up on the show. he's still being referred to as the love of ste's life (ste who has been married like five times) by kieron. and he still has half of us hoping against hope that heâll return some day.
#Brendan Brady#Stendan#Stendan endgame forever but i think things were executed perfectly with Kieron staying on the show#idk man. like Iâm not HAPPY with the way things ended for him#but this story has stuck with me for so long because of how powerful it was#the tragedy of a man who wanted so desperately to be redeemed by love#but was so damaged that in the end he wasnât able to escape that broken part of himelf#or the things heâd done in his life to escape that pain#perhaps he will never come back & in a way Iâm ok with that because the three years he spent on the show were the best work HO has ever done#sorry just thinking. this evening.#approximately every 2 years I rewatch and enter my brendan induced depression state itâs all g#if anyone needs me Iâll be crying in my car to Johnny cash
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When I was in vet school I went to this one lecture that I will never forget. Various clubs would have different guest lecturers come in to talk about relevant topics and since I was in the Wildlife Disease Association club I naturally attended all the wildlife and conservation discussions. Well on this particular occasion, the speakers started off telling us they had been working on a project involving the conservation of lemurs in Madagascar. Lemurs exist only in Madagascar, and they are in real trouble; theyâre considered the most endangered group of mammals on Earth. This team of veterinarians was initially assembled to address threats to lemur health and work on conservation solutions to try and save as many lemur species from extinction as possible. As they explored the most present dangers to lemurs they found that although habitat loss was the primary problem for these vulnerable animals, predation by humans was a significant cause of losses as well. The vets realized it was crucial for the hunting of lemurs by native people to stop, but of course this is not so simple a problem.
The local Malagasy people are dealing with extreme poverty and food insecurity, with nearly half of children under five years old suffering from chronic malnutrition. The local people have always subsisted on hunting wildlife for food, and as Madagascarâs wildlife population declines, the people who rely on so-called bushmeat to survive are struggling more and more. People are literally starving.
Our conservation team thought about this a lot. They had initially intended to focus efforts on education but came to understand that this is not an issue arising from a lack of knowledge. For these people it is a question of survival. It doesnât matter how many times a foreigner tells you not to eat an animal youâve hunted your entire life, if your child is starving you are going to do everything in your power to keep your family alive.
So the vets changed course. Rather than focus efforts on simply teaching people about lemurs, they decided to try and use veterinary medicine to reduce the underlying issue of food insecurity. They supposed that if a reliable protein source could be introduced for the people who needed it, the dependence on meat from wildlife would greatly decrease. So they got to work establishing new flocks of chickens in the most at-risk communities, and also initiated an aggressive vaccination program for Newcastle disease (an infectious illness of poultry that is of particular concern in this area). They worked with over 600 households to ensure appropriate husbandry and vaccination for every flock, and soon found these communities were being transformed by the introduction of a steady protein source. Families with a healthy flock of chickens were far less likely to hunt wild animals like lemurs, and fewer kids went hungry. Thats what we call a win-win situation.
This chicken vaccine program became just one small part of an amazing conservation outreach initiative in Madagascar that puts local people at the center of everything they do. Helping these vulnerable communities of people helps similarly vulnerable wildlife, always. If we go into a country guns-blazing with that fire for conservation in our hearts and a plan to save native animals, we simply cannot ignore the humans who live around them. Doing so is counterintuitive to creating an effective plan because whether we recognize it or not, humans and animals are inextricably linked in many ways. A true conservation success story is one that doesnât leave needy humans in its wake, and that is why I think this particular story has stuck with me for so long.
(Source 1)
(Source 2- cool video exploring this initiative from some folks involved)
(Source 3)
#we can save the world just maybe not in the way weâd planned#long post#scicomm#conservation#lemurs#wildlife#ecology#animals#vet med#veterinary medicine#One Health
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The Way You Miss Me
Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader
Iâm not trying to say I donât wanna stay, I just know how this story ends.
Use my body against me - and all of our history.
I hate the way you miss me.Â
Summary:
Fred broke up with you. He made it clear that he was going to have a new life when he opened his shop, and he didn't need you to be a part of it. You being stuck on him was just another joke in a long line of pranks that he pulled.
And life kept on laughing at you when your fear of crippling heights was triggered by a potentially life ending mission the Order put together that had you dangling hundreds of feet over London, held up only by Fred's strength and determination.
So what does it mean when the two of you land, and he's the only thing that can stop your shaking panic? What does it mean when he's looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes, holding you tight like a lover would?
Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers. Emotional Angst and Smut. Set during Deathly Hallows.
Word Count: 18,500
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Full warnings list and author's notes below the cut.
Warnings: this is equal parts angst fic and smut fic; the reader is a cis woman - uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; there is no mention of the reader's looks, race, hair colour, etc. in any way; this fic does use Y/N (and L/N as in Last Name); this takes place mostly during the beginning of Deathly Hallows, so there are mentions of dark topics, like death, and the cult-like following that Voldemort has developed; this is Exes to Lovers - Fred and the reader dated for a while during their time at Hogwarts and then broke up; (there is flashbacks in this fic to times during Goblet of Fire and Order of the Phoenix); the reader is half-blood - she has one parent who is a muggle and lives in a muggle city and the other parent who is loyal to death eaters (and there is a later mention of the reader's mother being killed due to anti-muggle sentiment as Voldemort becomes more powerful); there is no mention of what Hogwarts house the reader is in; the reader has a crippling fear of heights (which is a large part of the plot for this fic); mentions of nausea and vomiting (as a fear response) (no one actually throws up during the course of the fic); the reader experiences actual life-threatening danger while on a broom - she nearly falls to her death, but Fred catches her; Fred does struggle to hold the reader's body weight, so it doesn't imply that he has super-human strength or that the reader is particularly petite (I wanted his reaction to be realistic for someone of any body weight); for part of the fic, Fred is disguised as Harry using Polyjuice Potion (but there's no confusion about his identity because the reader knows he took the potion); the reader experiences a panic attack due to the life threatening fall, and Fred helps her calm down; mentions of blood and semi-graphic descriptions of George's canon injury (his ear being blasted off); there is general emotional angst from the characters being in close proximity to danger, death, and life threatening situations; Fred calls the reader 'darling' and 'love' and 'sweets' and 'pretty girl' (in sexual and non-sexual contexts).
For the actual smut section: this is not their first time together as a couple and neither of the characters are meant to be virgins; there is undertones of sub/dom dynamics - Fred is a teasing soft dom and the reader is submissive to him (and there is mentions of the reader experiencing what could be considered subspace) (but there isn't any specifically laid out roles - it's more so one person enjoying taking care of the other, especially after experiencing the emotional turmoil of a near death experience together); there is Daddy kink in this (not until a bit later into the smut section, but it just came to me and I realized it suited Fred so well) Fred calls himself Daddy and the reader is way into it; praise kink - Fred calls the reader 'good girl' specifically because he knows she likes it; lots of dirty talk (Fred has a filthy mouth); oral sex - Fred receiving (she blows him as a thank you for saving her life) (also slight ball worship); mentions of the reader 'choking' on his cock (but there is no major breathplay or breath restriction); slight spit kink (it's a messy blowjob and he loves it); teasing and brief orgasm denial (toward both parties); hair pulling (toward both parties) - not with the intention of causing pain, but to direction someone's attention and to show appreciation and affection to the person; thigh riding - she humps herself on Fred's thigh while she is still wearing clothes; penis in vagina sex; creampie kink (I'm not gonna say breeding kink, because there's no mention of procreation or getting someone pregnant, even in theory, but they are both very turned on by the idea of him cumming inside of her); this could be protected sex OR unprotected sex - he cums inside of her raw but we can all pretend that they used a magical pregnancy prevention method if you want even though it's not mentioned in the fic; cockwarming (reader doesn't let Fred pull out for a while after he cums); I think that is finally it for this fic.
A/N: This fic is titled after a song by All Time Low, which I highly recommend listening to paired with this fic. This is actually part of an idea I had for a much longer multi-chaptered Fred x Reader fic, but I kept thinking about this one moment in the fic and how much I wanted to write it - so I did. And I decided that it would make a good oneshot. And I am actually insanely proud of myself for managing to capture the same emotions in under 20k that I originally thought would take me like 50k or 100k to properly communicate. I think this is fantastic, and it's one of the best things I have written in a while - and I really hope you guys enjoy it! Especially if you like angsty, emotional, exes to lovers fics.
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Very often, you wondered when life had become so complicated.Â
It seemed that just yesterday, you were a bright-eyed young girl, dancing around a beautifully magical winter ball with the love of your life on your arm - and now, you were a confused woman who was terrified of how your life would end up because of a dark wizard and his cultist followers trying to overtake your world.Â
These days you didnât even have that lover to comfort you through all of the confusion and dread that clouded the world around you.Â
You and Fred used to be perfect. Thatâs what a lot of people would have called the two of you - the âperfectâ couple.Â
Your story was something straight from a romance novel - the two of you were best friends when you were young, and that friendship quickly blossomed into affection. That affection naturally led into a sweet romance. When you were with him, your life was full of moments where you felt like a beautiful, flowery, desirable protagonist because of how he treated you. Your life used to be full of laughter, full of smiles, full of romantic gestures.Â
You and Fred were in the same year at Hogwarts, so naturally you knew each other. You werenât really friends - at least not at first. You knew of each other, especially because you had some classes together.Â
But you didnât truly meet Fred Weasley until more than halfway into your first year of classes together. You had the misfortune of accidentally running into a prank that was meant for a Slytherin Prefect - someone who had taken one too many house points off Gryffindor for the twinsâ liking. And after being doused with red and gold paint and tripping over a toy rubber snake that had been charmed to hiss realistically when you got near it - you were reasonably frightened and crying, and it left you the laughing stalk of the courtyard - someone to be pointed at and mocked by everyone.Â
Fred hadnât meant for it to be you. With the way he looked at you after the incident - full of guilt while everyone else pointed at you and laughed, imitating your frightening screams and attempts to jump away from the fake snake - it didnât take you long to figure out the culprits behind it. And it didnât take you much longer after that to plan your revenge. (Especially because, as much as Fred looked guilty, he didnât simply come forward and apologise. Too afraid to look like a weak moron in the eyes of his brother and his other Gryffindor friends. So - on with your revenge, it was.)Â
You figured that all good pranksters should be due to be a victim sometimes, too. If the twins couldnât laugh when they were on the receiving end, then they should stop playing pranks.Â
So you came up with something that you considered masterful. During your trip home for Christmas, back to Muggle London where your mother lived, you asked her to take you to a shop to buy a couple of greeting cards for your classmates. The ones that sing Christmas carols loudly when the hinge of the card is opened. Something clever, and not needing any magic at all.Â
And when you returned to Hogwarts after the break, you found a moment where the twins were distracted, and you stole their book bags in order to pull off your epic, amazing prank. You taped those singing greeters into the back of their Potions textbooks - a class that you shared with them, of course, so that you could enjoy the show. And then you waited.Â
You had trouble containing your laughter when Professor Snape escalated from annoyed to downright scalding angry as his class was filled with the quiet robotic hum of âJingle Bellsâ, occasionally overlapped by âSanta Claus Is Coming To Townâ. It was made even better by the fact that both of the twins clearly knew that the music was coming from somewhere in their surrounding area, but they had no clue what the exact source was or how to stop it. And with every snivelled demand of âjust open your books and get to workâ - the music only started up again.Â
By the time they had been sentenced to detention for disturbing the class, you were nearly breathless and your ribs were aching from trying to hold back your laughter. Which, of course, meant that Fred easily spotted you out of everyone else - who looked equally confused or annoyed with the low hum of the music. And as soon as the class ended, he brought his textbook to you, thanked you for the worthy prank, and asked you how to stop it. He looked entirely amused and impressed when you pulled the tiny device out of the back, and proceeded to ask you a million questions about it.Â
You werenât surprised when the next week, the annoying singing greeter ended up inside the teacherâs copy of the textbook on McGonagallâs desk.Â
From that moment on, his crush on you steeped inside of him like a fine tea, developing from an innocent adolescent attraction to full-blown, âdrive you crazyâ, âI would do anything for youâ, love. It was lucky for him that you easily felt the same way.Â
Through the years of being by his side, becoming his best friend, pulling pranks together and trying desperately to get him to study - it was difficult not to fall for Fred Weasley.Â
You had been overjoyed when Fred invited you to the Quidditch World Cup. Even though you werenât the biggest fan of Quidditch (and Fred knew that). The only reason you had started attending the games at Hogwarts was because he joined the team. And you only bothered to attend the games he played in, so your bias could be spotted from a mile away. But in his letter, with the ticket to the World Cup slotted into the envelope, he told you that it was âthe game of the centuryâ and you âsimply couldnât miss itâ.Â
You wouldnât miss out on spending time with him, so you eagerly agreed to go.Â
This left you with only one glaring problem.Â
You had a crippling fear of heights.Â
It was one of the reasons that you never really gotten into Quidditch in the first place. You had absolutely no interest in playing, and even less interest in watching if Fred wasnât involved. The idea of even flying on a broom being something that made you nauseated and shaky just from thinking about it.Â
The mandatory first year flying lesson was the only class at Hogwarts that you ever failed, but Madame Hooch took pity on you when she saw you crying and fisting the grass after only getting your broom about five inches off the ground. So she passed you anyway - just barely.Â
When you set out to watch Fredâs games at Hogwarts, you usually had to take some kind of anti-nausea tonic beforehand to make sure that you didnât puke all over everyone else in the stands. And you usually couldnât even make it up to your seat to watch unless one of your good friends held your hand. But you were alright once the actual game started, because watching Fred doing something he loved was a good distraction from just how high up you were.Â
Telling Fred about your intense fear had been one of the most honest, vulnerable moments that you ever had with him. Your friendship was usually all pranks and laughter, which you loved.Â
But one summer day, when you were hanging out with the Weasleys, they wouldnât stop nagging you to join one of their family Quidditch matches because they needed an extra player to make the teams even. And after the twinsâ endless teasing, saying that you were âafraid to loseâ or that you would be âtoo distracted by their daring good looksâ in order to play properly, you broke down crying and stormed off into the woods, because you were too anxious to admit the real reason that you couldnât play. Â
Fred was the one who found you off in the trees behind the Burrow, tears still streaming down your face, and asked you what he had done to so greatly upset you. He had been terrified at the idea of making you upset, so hurt that he had been the one to make you cry. And after he found out about your fear, he didnât laugh or mock you for it or play it off as something stupid like you thought would be so typical of him. No - instead, he wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulders and he told you that he was genuinely sorry. And he promised that he would never invite you to play Quidditch again.Â
When you had accepted the invitation to The World Cup, you had forgotten how much your fear of heights played into watching Quidditch as well. The giant, impossibly tall temporary Quidditch stadium that had been set up for the event had been looming over you all day, but you didnât want to quit and go home because of some silly little fear.Â
You wanted to spend the time with your friends. You wanted to enjoy the event because the people you loved most were having fun there. So you pressed on, ignoring the inevitable, letting yourself get caught up in the pregame revelry. You walked around the seemingly endless campgrounds with Fred and George, in awe of all the decorations and the different wizards from all over the world, showing off things from their homes. You chatted and charmed along with them as they collected bets before the game. You let Fred paint your face with large, ugly shamrocks because even though you didnât entirely care about the teams or fully know them, you were rooting for Ireland to win simply because he was.Â
But the unavoidable nature of your problem became very apparent as Arthur guided everyone to your seats, and you climbed up more stairs, and more stairs, and more stairs - and the higher up you got, the more you found yourself shaking, especially when you looked down to the ground and saw that the people down there looked like little more than bugs. You hated it when your mind, naturally, went to what would happen to you if you stumbled over the railing and fell down all that way. You would splat on the ground, squashed like a bug. You would die within seconds.Â
You held on tighter to Fredâs hand - he would have said that he had grabbed your hand in the first place so that he wouldnât lose you among the bustling crowd, and not simply as an excuse to be closer to you. You didnât even realise how badly you were trembling in his touch as you looked over the railing (still a few flights down from your final seats) with intense apprehension.Â
âYou alright?â Fred asked you simply.Â
ââm fine.â You mumbled out the lie, giving him a large, forced smile - hoping that he would believe it.Â
You knew that if you told him how you were feeling, he would insist on escorting you back to the tent. Perhaps he would even insist on staying with you so that you wouldnât have to be alone. So he might miss out on a once in a lifetime Quidditch game all because you had a bit of petty anxiety from being so high up.Â
So you tried your best to push down all your feelings and ignore them, even if it was making you shake and making your stomach churn. When you got to the top, peering over the edge of the railing of the very, very high up seats that Arthur had gotten as a thanks for his work on helping to organise the whole thing (apparently, the higher up the better to actually see the game), you felt an incredible sense of dizziness, and began swaying on your feet.Â
This was so much higher up than the Quidditch stands at Hogwarts.Â
Naturally, Fred noticed. It wasnât something he would easily admit, or even something he did consciously, but he always kept an eye on you. Partially due to a knack for admiring your beauty, that adolescent love-struck feeling always making him more prone to staring at you. But it was also partially due to the fact that he felt a need to watch over you. Whether it be as a friend or as something else, he always wanted you to be safe, and happy.Â
And right now, your sickly, terrified face stood out like a sore thumb among the crowd of excited, cheering fans. Â
âY/N,âÂ
He called out your name in a serious tone that was so uncharacteristic of Fred, something that snapped your attention from staring anxiously at the ground toward him immediately. He cemented your attention on him when he put a hand on top of your tight, tense knuckles on the railing. His touch was warm, as always, and oddly grounding, removing even just a slight bit of that dizzying anxiety that you were feeling.Â
âDo you wanna go back down? I can bring you back to the tent,âÂ
Of course. Just as you had predicted.Â
âNo.â You easily answered, shaking your head furiously, biting your lip. âI-âÂ
You didnât want him missing out on such an important event because of you, but more importantly:Â
âI - I donât want to be afraid.â You heaved out, your chest tight with anxiety. âItâs stupid - people do stuff like this all the time, right? I shouldnât be afraid-âÂ
âItâs not stupid.â He said firmly, quickly squashing down any self-belittling that you might be tempted to do. âYou canât control how you feel.âÂ
Coming from him, it sounded like the most firm truth ever.Â
âIf you want to stay, Iâll be right here with you.â Fred added on, giving you a warm, reassuring grin. âBut just let me know if you want to go back down, and Iâll walk with you, alright?âÂ
You nodded, hating that even though his words gave you that nip of courage you needed, you were still pulsing with a dull panic. The undeniable reaction that fear caused in your body.Â
Fred hated seeing you shaking, hated the deep frown that cut through your beautiful features - so what he did next was instinctive. He took his hand off yours and reached that arm, the one closest to you, around your back, planting his hand firmly on the railing at the other side of your waist. This trapped you in a close-knit hold beside him, something that made you feel instantly more secure - even if it was just from the warmth of him at your side.Â
âIâm not gonna let you fall, yeah?â He said quietly, leaning closer into your ear to be heard - the warmth of the reassurance causing gentle tingles down your spine. âI would never let anything happen to you, darling.âÂ
Between the intense loving safety that he words wrapped you in with the sweet nickname he added on, and the firm cradle of his arm around your back, you knew that you would have no problem sticking it out for the game. But your brain was still trying to cope, your anxiety so incredibly nagging, and you couldnât help it when your eyes drifted back to focus on the ant-like people on the ground, becoming shaking and nauseous all too soon from staring downward.Â
âDown look down.â Fred scolded you gently, using his other hand to grab your chin, forcing your gaze back up - it ended with your eyes locked with his, admiring the way the breeze blew his too-long ginger hair into his eyes. âJust look at me, alright? Itâs gonna be far worse if you keep starinâ down there. Just look at me, love.âÂ
âJust look at you.â You repeated in a quiet mumble, already so utterly locked in the powerful orbit of his gaze, feeling like it was near impossible to look away from him.Â
You felt his forehead brush against yours before you realised just how close he had gotten. But you couldnât bring yourself to mind.Â
And ultimately, feeling the stands shaking beneath your feet as a particularly hard gust of wind came through and having another swell of anxiety rush through you was what drove you to closing the gap, sealing your lips on his in your first kiss. Fred made you brave, almost stupidly so, and you hoped that you had finally used that bravery for something good in capturing his lips. (Rather than the stupid mischief that the two of you usually got up to.)Â
Fred smiled into the kiss and George cheered loudly behind him - you thought it was due to the game starting, and when you pulled back sharply to look around for the players, you were met with nearly all eyes in the group on you, clearly gawking at the fact that you and Fred had kissed.Â
This included Ginny smirking almost evilly before she said:Â
âFinally. I thought the two of you were never gonna get on with it.âÂ
This left you squirming with a mild embarrassment, and definitely not thinking about how high up you were anymore.Â
Looking back, the memory was painful - not sweet or fond as it had once been to you.Â
But it wasnât nearly as painful as the memory of the day you and Fred had broken up.Â
He had asked you to be his girlfriend officially only a few days after the World Cup. He wanted you to know what that kiss meant to him, and he wanted the privilege of more kisses from you, on top of the âhonourâ (his exact wording) of going back to Hogwarts with you on his arm as his girlfriend, making all the other boys in your year âpathetically jealousâ. Of course, it was everything you wanted, he was everything you wanted, so you said yes.Â
The two of you dated for nearly two full happy years - right through your sixth year and into your seventh, until in April of your seventh year, shortly after Fredâs birthday, when everything came crashing down around you.Â
It wasnât unusual of Fred to pull you away after a class - his hand in yours, igniting fluttery giggles from your lungs as he pulled you down the corridors to whatever secret little spot he had picked out. Even with Umbridge at Hogwarts, implementing more rules and cracking down on âfraternisationâ between students, you and Fred still found ways to sneak off to have your private little moments together.Â
So when Fred took you off to one of those private corners on chilly spring afternoon, you assumed that this was no different. You fell into the natural rhythm of pinning him against a wall, sealing your lips firmly to his in a kiss and waiting for his hand to sneak up your skirt while his tongue ventured into your mouth. You were shocked when this time, he didnât kiss you back. He was limp and unreceptive against you, and that was when you realised that you had read the tone of the interaction very wrong - even if him dragging you away by the hand always led to making out in a quiet corner, and more than a bit of groping.Â
You pulled back, looking at him with confusion and disappointment plainly across your face.Â
âWhatâs wrong, Freddie?â You asked, well in the habit of using the nickname for him.Â
Fredâs expression was filled with sullen dread, and it made your stomach twist. It truly made you fearful of whatever he was going to say next, and you took a step back from him, widening the gap between the two of you in the dusty, draughty old stairwell. You suddenly felt too cold, even with your uniform sweater and thick robes on, and wrapped your arms around yourself to compensate.Â
âThereâs something I have to tell you.â He announced quietly, continuing to lean on the wall that you had pressed him up against, staring at the floor, his eyes unwilling to meet you.Â
What? Had he cheated on you? Did he want to break up?Â
What terrible thing could possibly make this bright, funny joker so damn sad and serious?Â
âWhat is it?â You asked, filling with dread, your throat tightening up more by the second.Â
âGeorge and I have decided that itâs about time we take our leave.â Fred announced, his eyes only flickering to you for a moment, looking for some kind of reaction. You were only further confused, and waited for him to explain. âThe lease for the shop in Diagon Alley finally came through, and-âÂ
âWell thatâs great news, Fred.â You said, trying to sound happy and upbeat beyond the tension that was still tight in your chest. You had no clue why he was so downtrodden - the joke shop was his dream, and now that they had secured a location for it, that dream was coming true.Â
He heaved a sigh, his eyes turning to gaze out a nearby window for a moment before he turned back to you.Â
âIt means we have to leave, darling.â He said sharply.Â
Your insides became heavy.Â
You knew it was a very Fred and George thing - so intent on not doing their exams, desperate to escape any further academics. You wanted to ask why they wouldnât stay until the end of the school year, but you knew that you would get answers about how they didnât need marks from exams that they were likely going to fail anyway to run a shop that they now owned.Â
It was something founded on their own talents and ideas, and they didnât need the approval of professors marking them wrong or right in order to do it.Â
It was the life they had always dreamed of. And you were intensely proud of them for it.Â
So why did you still have that overwhelming feeling of dread?Â
âSo - when are we leaving?â You asked, trying to sound confident and firm in your words even though you knew what was likely coming next.Â
You felt intensely disappointed when the all too predictable outcome smashed you in the face.Â
âYouâre not coming with us.â Fred said quietly.Â
âWhy not?â You argued gently.Â
You would drop everything and go with them - you felt far more emotional attachment to being with Fred than you did to finishing your year at Hogwarts. You knew that you could be a useful hand around the shop. Any venture helping Fred would be a worthy one to you. But staring you down were the calculating eyes of someone who had been telling you over the past years how much he didnât want to disrupt your studies with his antics, because he thought you had a âbrilliant mindâ, and you were âso much smarterâ than him and George.Â
He thought that you could actually pull some decent - no, brilliant grades on your NEWTs and truly make something of yourself. The shop was a big dream of his and Georgeâs, but Fred knew that you were destined for something so much greater that truly challenged and fully utilised your brilliance. So he wasnât going to let you be dragged down to mediocrity by him.Â
Realising this, part of you still ached. Why was he so intent on leaving if it meant leaving you behind?Â
âPlease donât be stupid-â Fred sighed, rolling his eyes.Â
âOh, so Iâm stupid now?â You scoffed.Â
He hadnât meant to let the harsh word leave his lips - at least, he hadnât meant it in such a harsh way.Â
âY/N-â Fred used your actual name, something he rarely did, but you barreled right over whatever he was going to say with your next words.Â
You were hurting now, and you didnât entirely care what he had to say.Â
âIf Iâm so stupid, then why should I even bother to stay here and take my NEWTs?â You hissed, twisting around his accidental slip into something he had never meant. âOr am I too stupid to even work at a silly little joke shop with you?âÂ
Fred scowled deeply. It didnât suit him.Â
âY/N, this âsilly little joke shopâ has been my dream since I was five years old!â He barked, now taking your heat of the moment words and running away with them. âYou donât-âÂ
âI guess I was stupid enough to believe that I was part of that dream!â You cried out in return, cutting off his words once again.Â
âYou are.â He choked down the words. âBut I canât bear to bring you down just because I want to be with you. I could never be so selfish.âÂ
âI-â He choked on whatever he was going to say, swallowing it down. âI canât do this right now.âÂ
He moved to storm off completely, hoping to speak with you later when you both had calmed down, hoping to have a proper, happy goodbye with you before he and George actually left.Â
But your next words made him freeze on the spot, and wiped away all of those hopes within him.Â
âFred Weasley, if you walk away, weâre done.â You said, now choking on tears.Â
You were utterly insulted that he wouldnât even fight for you - that he wouldnât even promise that his heart would be waiting for you after you graduated. To you, it was a sure sign that he was saying that his shop was more important to him than you were. That you were just some stupid schoolgirl fling to him; that along with the shop, he wanted to move on to other women, to find someone that he actually wanted to marry.Â
You had never been a part of the dream he had for his life - you had just been a passing fancy in his eye.Â
For Fred, it was all too painful. This was the conversation he had been utterly dreading since he and George had decided to take their leave, and it was going far worse than he had planned in his head. He couldnât face the pain - he couldnât face hurting you. He couldnât face missing you, even during a few short months apart before you did graduate.Â
So he then did something so terribly stupid, looking to bomb the relationship wide open - hoping to end all of the pain before it even started.Â
âGood.â He said, barely turning his head to even look over his shoulder at you. âWouldâve been a waste of parchment writing to you, anyway.âÂ
With those final, painful words, he stomped off down the stairs, leaving you to collapse against one of the nearby walls in a puddle of tears - for the first time in a long time, without Fred to muffle your sobs in a comforting hug.Â
You hadnât been there to watch him and George ride off on their brooms when they finally gave Umbridge everything she deserved - you had been locked in your dorm, sobbing into your pillow because of that horrible, relationship ending fight. You had only heard from other people later that they had left Hogwarts in a blaze of glory, and you were the only person who knew for certain where they had gone and what their plans were now.Â
You hated to admit it - but you missed Fred Weasley.Â
You tried your hardest to get over him. You threw yourself into your studies, and you did pass your NEWTs with some of the highest marks in your class. But then, any thought of what potential career you might take on was tossed aside when the world went into upheaval at the hands of Death Eaters. And unintentionally, you were right back at Fredâs side again.Â
It was a dreadful thing - being forced to see your ex on such a frequent basis.Â
The last time being just a few short days ago when he had come into the Apothecary that you worked at in Diagon Alley, looking for some ingredients for a new WWW product that he wanted to make a test batch of. You had still spent last Christmas with his family, at the nagging insistence of Molly. After your mother had turned up dead and your father was missing, and you had to face the fact that he had likely defected to the Death Eaters out of fear (and the stupidity of his ingrained âold waysâ), you didnât really have any other family to turn to, aside from the Weasleys.Â
You saw Fred a lot more often than you should - more often than you wanted to, in fact. Because the more often you had to see him walk into your shop with a grin on his face and bear the small talk he would force you into before he finally put in his order, the more you ached. You wanted nothing more than to be able to get away - to go someplace far away that Fred would never find you, so that you could finally heal, could finally get over the way he had broken your heart.Â
But the country, and likely the state of all Wizardkind, was in upheaval. So many lives were at risk, and you had your part to play. You had signed on to become a member of the Order the minute you turned seventeen, and you werenât prepared to shirk that commitment now, just because of a bit of girlish heartbreak.Â
It was the reason that you were standing in the now empty residence of Number Four, Privet Drive. You had been called upon last minute to replace Tonks on this particular mission, for reasons that everyone seemed tight lipped about. But you werenât going to question it - you were just going to step up and do your duty so that Harry could be transported safely, and hopefully go on to defeat the Dark Lord once and for all.Â
According to Mad-Eye Moody, it was all very straight forward. Six of the fourteen members of the group would take Polyjuice Potion to turn themselves into decoy versions of Harry, making for seven Harrys in total, and the other half of the group would pair off with a Harry each to be their escort.Â
You werenât a huge fan of the idea of Fred disguising himself as Harry, essentially putting a huge target on his back - but the plan had already been set in place. He had already agreed to it. There was no room for you to protest now.Â
âWeâre not a big fan of the idea either, mate.â George spoke up when Harry protested against the idea of people risking their lives by being disguised as him.Â
âYeah, imagine something went wrong, then weâd be stuck as a scrawny, specky git forever.â Fred added on with his usual humorous tone.Â
You held back a laugh at this comment, and everyone in the room eyed you harshly as you choked on your own breath. Fred smirked, proud that after all this time, he could still draw a laugh out of you.Â
Your sense of humour about the whole situation was soon stamped out when Mad-Eye mentioned brooms. The group would have to be flying because Harry couldnât apparate or use any other common form of transport without the Ministry knowing.Â
âBrooms?â You questioned, knowing that your tone sounded far too panicked. âWe - weâre flying?âÂ
âYes.â Mad-Eye snipped curtly in return. âWhat exactly about my explanation was unclear, Ms. L/N?âÂ
His sharp tone and his glare in your direction, along with his use of your surname, instantly transported you back you Defense Against the Darks Arts classes in your sixth year, when you had been intimidated by the man - even if, strangely enough, you hadnât been taught by the same man who now stood before you.Â
You swallowed tightly, a large lump forming in your throat already - an involuntary, wicked reaction overtaking your body because of your fear of heights. Fred looked at you with sad knowing in his eyes, and you didnât notice when he clenched his fists tightly at his sides, resisting the urge to swaddle you in a comforting hold.Â
âNothing was unclear, just-â You stuttered, breathing in deeply, trying to calm yourself. âI donât have much experience with flying, and-âÂ
âWeasley - er - Fred, has already informed me of that.â Mad-Eye said, correcting himself when he realised just how many âWeasleysâ were on this mission and how utterly confusing that would get. âHeâs insisted on taking you due to your lack of experience. Is that all?âÂ
Obviously, you didnât want to publicly admit to your fear. You couldnât reveal it as the terrible weakness that it was, especially not when there were so many other worries at play.Â
âYes, itâs fine.â You said, nodding, trying to keep the conversation short and keep the attention off you.Â
âGood. Now if weâre all done dawdling, we need to get to work.âÂ
It was downright strange seeing Fred transformed into Harry.Â
Even complete with the dorky clothes and the glasses, you still easily spotted him out of the crowd of âspecky gitsâ. Maybe it was the years of practice that you had telling him apart from George that made it so easy for you, but he was still so irritably Fred. The fact that he slid his wand into his back pocket - something you had warned him dozens of times would likely result in the wand crunching in half and breaking when he sat down (and annoyed you to the point of you snatching it out of his back pocket to save it, especially before he sat down). The way he reached up to scratch his nose, the smirk on his face when he kept glancing over at the other Harry you were sure had to be George. Especially with the way they were steadily side-eyeing each other, speaking volumes with their looks and having a silent conversation that nobody else knew of.Â
The fact that his eyes kept flickering to you every few moments definitely helped you to pick him out of the crowd. Even though you were used to a gentle hazel gazing at you rather than that piercing blue, there was still a unique concern behind his eyes when he looked at you from beyond those spectacles - the same kind of gentle seriousness that you hadnât really seen from him since he had held your shaking hand on the stairs of the stands on the day of The World Cup.Â
Stupidly, it only really occurred to you how close you would have to be with Fred, tightly riding behind him on the back of his broom, when you went outside and he ushered you to climb onto the back of his broom behind him. It had been a little over a year since you had broken up with Fred, and since then, you had not touched him.Â
Every greeting had been friendly, but from a distance. Even when he came into the Apothecary and laid his hand on the counter, you snaked out of the way in time to avoid his fingers so much as brushing by yours. You always laid his order on the counter for him to pick it up himself, so that his fingers wouldnât accidentally brush against yours. You made sure never to have contact with him. And now, you were being forced to climb onto the back of his broom, to hold him tight.Â
But you couldnât protest. You couldnât demand to switch partners now because of some petty angst you were harbouring about a break-up that had happened so long ago. (Would you call it angst, or stupid, longing, painful heartbreak?) You couldnât complain - not when this was about transporting Harry safely. This was about something so much bigger.Â
Sure, it wouldnât be exactly the same as holding onto your Fred (not that he was yours anymore - you had to remember that). He was Harry-Fred right now, so he was much shorter and thinner, and you could easily pretend that he wasnât Fred at all. Which is what you forced yourself to think about as you swung a shaking leg over the broom and climbed on, wrapping your arms around his waist, preparing for take-off.Â
It was a bit harder to pretend that this wasnât Fred when you caught the faintest whiff of his expensive cologne (something he had only started wearing once the shop took off, something you noticed on him for the first time when he came to visit you at the Apothecary). It was definitely still lingering on his skin, something that was so painfully Fred even while you stared at the back of Harryâs wild black hair.Â
It pierced your heart a little bit more when he peered over his shoulder at you, striking you as so Fred with those somehow warm, caring blue eyes and gently asking:Â
âGood?âÂ
To which you replied:Â
âm fine.âÂ
The most terrible lie you had ever conjured - something that was soon covered up by Mad-Eye shouting some last minute instructions and waving everyone off.Â
When Fred kicked off the ground, you were immediately met with the most sickening wave of nausea that you had ever experienced in your life. You got way too high up for your liking within seconds, the houses on the ground growing far too small in your view, and you couldnât fight the urge to shut your eyes.Â
Unfortunately, it only made you dizzier, but it calmed your nerves a slight bit. You didnât even realise how tightly you were clutching onto Fred, an utter death grip around his waist, until you heard him let out a grunt of pain from his stomach muscles being strangled by your arms with your fingers digging into him like claws, holding on for dear life.Â
âS-sorry.â You stuttered out, shivering from the pure fear of it all, rather than the cool breeze that was whipping at your face. âSorry, sorry!âÂ
âIâm sorry!â Fred replied - it was still strange hearing him speak in Harryâs voice, and you were glad that it was temporary. âI should have told them you werenât up to this mission, I-âÂ
âIâm fine!â You barked back, hating the idea that your fear would make you unfit for a mission. But in a sense, you knew it was true. You would have spit in the face of any Death Eater, but your fear of heights was so utterly crippling. âFred, donât you dare for a moment suggest-âÂ
âWeâve been breached!â You heard someone - Arthurâs voice, shouting from up ahead.Â
Your eyes whipped open and suddenly, you were filled with an entirely different kind of fear. Smoky black clouds of Death Eaters whipped through the sky around you - somehow, they had discovered the plan. And now, they were targeting all of the fake Harrys, firing off curses in every direction, looking for the real one.Â
They were targeting Fred.Â
That was the only thing at the forefront of your mind - they were going to hurt Fred.Â
âY/N-?âÂ
âJust get us out of here!â You told him. âIâll cover you!âÂ
You knew that you couldnât close your eyes now. Of course you would step up to protect him. No matter if the two of you were lovers, friends, or something estranged - you still loved him in your heart, and you would protect him no matter what.Â
You grabbed your wand out of your jacket and gripped it stiffly, firing a stunning curse at the first silver mask you saw, still tightly gripping onto Fredâs jacket with your other hand. He used both his hands on the broom, gripping tighter with his legs to steer better, years of Quidditch honed skill coming in handy. His ability to be calm and fly mindfully while Bludgers were flying at his head made him a lot calmer with multiple Death Eaters firing potentially deadly curses all around him. In the back of his mind, he thought that Wood would be proud.Â
You were still shaking horribly, and a few of your spells didnât land on the first try, but you kept trying. You centred yourself, remembering what you were doing, who you were here for. In your mind, it wasnât about Harry, it was never about Harry - it was about Fred. It was because Fred had approached you about the last minute replacement, it was because Fred was the one on the broom in front of you, the one you would have died to protect.Â
You didnât see when someone Apparated in a thick cloud of black smoke behind you, and raised their wand in your direction, hitting you squarely in the back with a heavy jinx. It was the force of a brick wall smacking you, something that sent you and Fred tumbling end over end through the sky and sent you flying cleanly off the broom because you didnât have the instinct to grip the wood with your thighs like he did.Â
You let out a shrill scream as you felt yourself falling, your worst fear coming to life.Â
Thankfully, Fred was quicker than gravity - quicker than death.Â
He laser focused on you, and suddenly, everyone else was gone. All the supposed danger, all the Death Eaters - even other members of the Order who might have needed his help - they all vanished in his eyes.Â
It was only you.Â
He turned the broom into a deadly nose dive, racing down toward you, reaching with his hand out, and in seconds, while you were still hundreds of feet off the ground - he snatched you. He had your wrist gripped so tightly in his hand - slightly sweaty, already slipping. But he wouldnât have let go of you if Lord Voldemort himself commanded it. Â
He likely would have died with that tight grip still around your wrist in those moments if someone had hit him with the killing curse.Â
He slowed the broom down, turning up out of the dive, intent to get you away from the fight, driving forward. Scarily, his arm muscles were already shaking from holding up all of your body weight.Â
You stared up at him with tears of pure terror dancing in your eyes, and though he was wearing the mask of The Chosen One - in those moments, the terrified, caring, loving eyes of your Fred were staring right back at you.Â
As much as you trusted him, you felt yourself slipping out of his grip, and more fear swelled inside of you.Â
âFreddie, help me!â You screamed, shaking, flailing under his grip, trying to reach your other arm up to help as he struggled to hold onto you. âFreddie, please, I donât wanna die!âÂ
âIâm not gonna let you die!â He replied, desperation gripping his throat. âJust - look at me. Donât look down.âÂ
Of course, you were distinctly reminded of that day at The World Cup. And somehow, you felt the same sense of safety with him now that you did then - even if you didnât have the railing or even the gravity of something under your feet.Â
His muscles shook harder, and he knew that he wouldnât be able to hold onto you for much longer.Â
He had to pull you up.Â
âIâve got you.â Fred huffed, straining with the effort. âIâve got you-âÂ
He tried pulling you up, but his muscles shook harder in protest, and he let out a harsh, murderous scream of frustration. And then he did the only thing that he could think to do. He gripped onto you tighter, and he used his legs and his other hand to do a sickeningly sharp barrel roll, twisting the broom completely around by leaning with his right shoulder. He flipped the entire broom with the hopes that you would get the chance to be flipped back onto it safely.Â
Luckily, even though you let out another terrified scream, you got the hint and hooked your leg around the wood mid-air, holstering your shaking body back behind him. You gripped onto Fred even tighter then, and one glance around told you that luckily, or unluckily, the fight had cleared off from around the two of you.Â
Perhaps they had heard you call this imposter Harry by the name âFredâ, perhaps you had given the real Harry away and ruined the whole plan. As you squeezed your eyes shut again and shoved your now tearful face into Fredâs back, selfishly, you couldnât bring yourself to truly care.Â
The rest of the trip went on too long for your liking - you were still crawling with anxiety and eager to have your feet back on the ground.Â
Toward the end of it, you felt Harry-Fredâs body shift back into the tall, more muscular form that you were familiar with (somehow a bit more muscular than you remembered, but you tried not to get caught up on that detail). You were more than relieved when you felt your feet brushing against the ground with the landing. Distantly, you heard the familiar, comfortingly worried baulking of Mollyâs voice, and you opened your eyes to see that Fredâs head was much higher up than it had been before, and his hair was thankfully returned back to its bright red state.Â
Molly rushed over to Fred, and there was some conversation, but you couldnât make it out - blood was thumping in your ears, your body still overtaken by all the horrible symptoms of your fear. The moment that Fred dropped the broom in order to step away from it, you stumbled off into the grass on weak legs.Â
You hardly realised that you were hyperventilating - you simply felt dizzy, felt your chest aching from the lack of breath; you noticed that your vision was blurred with tears, and you knew that you werenât getting enough oxygen. You pressed now muddy hands to your face in desperation, trying to usher more air past your lips, and it was then that a streak of orange fell into your view as Fred dropped to his knees in front of you. He had heard you gasping, and of course, rushed to you with nothing more than concern flooding his system once again.Â
âHey, hey, look at me.â He murmured, trying his best not to panic himself at seeing you like this - he gently took a hold of your face, guiding your vision toward him. âLook at me. Youâre alright now. Youâre safe.âÂ
Of course you knew that. You knew that you would always be safe with Fred.Â
But your body hadnât even registered the fact that you had landed yet - the panic only now fully setting in, bringing with it the most cruel, shocking symptoms you had ever experienced. You did the only thing you could think of - the only thing that would truly make you feel safe. Something you knew would truly ground you after experiencing such chaos so high up in the air.Â
You launched yourself toward Fred, pressing your face into his chest, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist in a firm hug as you tried to stifle down sobs. He easily accepted this, his thick arms coming to cradle your back, selfishly thankful to have you back in his arms. He gently rocked you back and forth as he peppered more soothing words beside your ear.Â
âYouâre alright now, darling.â He said, letting the pet name slip so easily that it frightened him. He rubbed a hand up and down your back, feeling your gasping panic all too quickly soothe away under the firm warmth of his touch. âYouâre alright.âÂ
Almost instinctively, he laid a kiss on your temple, not entirely realising that this wasnât necessarily something an ex-boyfriend would do - he was so ripe with the urge to comfort you, the need to make your pain go away. He couldnât help but take a little something selfish as the empathetic waves of your panic echoed over to him.Â
âI was never gonna let you fall.â He whispered, almost speaking these words to himself - a sacred promise.Â
He had regretted every day since the break-up, and even if he couldnât be your lover, he was never going to let you get hurt.Â
You gripped him tighter, your breathing almost back to normal now, and you pushed your face tighter into his chest, relishing in the firm warmth of his body against you. This was something you hadnât felt in far too long. Fred placed another kiss on the top of your head. He was about to say something entirely dangerous when another bit of chaos came tumbling through the garden, distracting him away from you and causing the words to die off in his throat.Â
Remus, hauling George across the grass - and George, slumped over, a massive amount of blood dripping down the side of his head.Â
âGeorgie.â Fred gasped quietly.Â
Your head whipped around at this, and in sync, you and Fred scrambled to your feet, rushing to see what had happened to him. Fred lifted Georgeâs other arm to help get him inside and safely rested him on the couch.Â
It was a horror show.Â
The flesh of Georgeâs ear had been blown to bits, blood smearing down across his face and spilling down the side of his neck; he was sickly pale and barely conscious. His eyes only flickered, giving you some sense of life in him when Fred called out his name after making sure he was resting comfortably on the couch.Â
âGeorgie?âÂ
There was a rare quiver in Fredâs voice that made your stomach quake. Fear. You were not accustomed to hearing Fred fearful, not of anything. Even when he had abandoned Hogwarts and dove into a career as a shop owner without a single clue if he would find success, he did so without a single bit of fear in his heart.Â
But of course - seeing his dear brother like this, knowing that someone he loved had been so close to danger - it made him terrified.Â
âHey, Fred.â George croaked back weakly.Â
At least he was conscious enough to speak. That gave you quite a bit of relief.Â
âHowâre ya feeling?â Fred asked.Â
âSaint-like.â George replied, a tired smirk gracing his lips that told you he was forming a joke - something that was utterly hilarious in his mind that would only make sense to others when he delivered the punch line.Â
You wanted to sob, you wanted to laugh, you wanted to scream. Of course he would be making jokes only moments after nearly being killed.Â
âCome again?â Fred said quietly, tentatively.Â
Perhaps it sounded partially dangerous to him like it did to you. Perhaps George felt Saint-like because he was too close to death.Â
Both of you and Fred held your breath as you waited for the reply.Â
âSaint-like.â George grinned. And then he lifted a tired hand and gestured toward the bloody hole on the side of his head before he delivered his glowing punchline. âIâm holy. Iâm holy, Fred. Get it?âÂ
Fred grinned, and you let out a gasping chuckle that you knew was mostly tears. Behind you, Molly inhaled sharply through her teeth, running a hand over her forehead with the stress, and Ginny shook her head as she exhaled an exhausted sigh.Â
âThe whole wide world of ear related humour, and you go for âIâm holyâ?â Fred replied, unable to resist humouring George. âThatâs pathetic.âÂ
You knew that if either of them knew anything about the story of the Muggle painter Van Gogh, then they would have been making jokes in that lane.Â
âReckon Iâm still better looking than you.â George added on tiredly.Â
âYou were always better looking than him.â You said, your voice throttled by tears, unable to resist.Â
When you turned around to retreat, you saw Ginny clutching onto Molly, clearly hiding tears in her motherâs shoulder, Mollyâs face dancing with a kind of sadness you had never seen before. You knew you couldnât run from your pain. You had known the Weasleys for so long, loved them too much. You had a distinct kind of duty here.Â
âMolly, do you have a cauldron around?â You asked, hating how choked with tears your voice was. âI can whip-up something for his pain. I do it at the shop all the time. And a Sleeping Draught, so he can get some rest.âÂ
It was true - one of your many duties working at the Apothecary was making and bottling simple, common potions to sell (pregnancy test potions, simple multi-use pain potions, Dreamless Sleep Draughts, cures for warts and other common rashes) - many people liked the convenience of coming in and buying a potion for everyday uses rather than having to make it themselves.Â
âThereâs no need-â George began to protest, but Fred easily cut him off.Â
âCome off it.â Fred hissed toward his brother, not taking kindly to âselflessâ idea of George not accepting something for the pain he was clearly in. Then, Fred rose up from his place beside George and turned to you with a look of intense concern on his features. âWhatever you need.âÂ
âŠÂ
You had barely begun to set up everything you needed for the brewing when the others finally came in, bringing more chaos with them. Remus accused Harry of being an imposter, which was quickly proven false. Apparently the Order had been betrayed, which explained the presence of Death Eaters on the mission so easily. They had used inside information to know when Harry was being transported - it was only luck that they had been thrown off by the Polyjuice Potion, having to chase down multiple Harrys and not knowing which one was real (even if George got gravely injured in the process).Â
Mad-Eye had been killed.Â
You werenât sure if what you felt was mourning for the man. You hadnât known him all that well. Not the true version of him, anyway. You continued to weep quietly as you worked on the potions, but you knew it wasnât specifically for him. His death only served to remind you how truly dangerous the mission had been - how close you, Fred, and George, and the others had all come to death. How lucky it was that nobody else had been killed.Â
You tried not to let the suffocating gloom that had overtaken the Burrow due to the near failure of the entire mission disrupt the process of making the potions needed for George. When Molly didnât have some of the ingredients that you needed, you gave Fred your spare key to the Apothecary and he popped over to get them for you. Mr. Michaelchuk, who ran the place, had always told you to âtake what you neededâ, and this was the one time you had actually taken him up on the offer.Â
When Fred returned, he fussed at Georgeâs side, helping him change into pyjamas (when everyone else had cleared out) and tucking him in comfortably to a makeshift bed on the couch, with lots of pillows and extra cosy blankets, to the point where he got annoyed with Fred coddling him. You always knew that the two were good friends in addition to being brothers, as close as two people can be, but you had never seen so much abundant affection between them. It was sweet.Â
Molly came back downstairs wearing a plaid dressing gown, with a pair of tiny reading glasses balanced on her nose, her slippers scuffing along the floor. She mentioned that Arthur was already âsnoring awayâ - but of course, she had no intentions of going to bed herself. Because of course, if George was down here on the couch, it was so that she could watch over him while she busied herself with knitting - much like she had when Arthur had been on the ward at St. Mungoâs after he had been attacked by the snake. You had gotten a particularly nice jumper for Christmas that year, one that you still wore often when it got particularly cold outside.Â
Fred had settled to sit on the couch by Georgeâs feet, and the two had fallen into a hushed conversation, though you didnât hear most of it. And of course, it wasnât long before Molly rushed Fred off to bed, just like she had done with everyone else, wanting to give George the space to rest without distractions from visitors.Â
â-just get her back, you idiot.â You hear George hiss in a whisper before Molly pushed Fred toward the stairs.Â
He couldnât possibly be talking aboutâŠ?Â
No.Â
No, he wasnât.Â
You didnât think about it. Instead, you let yourself get lost in the meditative process of brewing, making sure that the potions were perfect. You made sure that George was pain-free and lost to a deep, restful, healing sleep (with a few pre-brewed bottles of the potions to spare that would keep his pain at bay for the next few days) before you finally went upstairs, ready to collapse with exhaustion.Â
You passed by Fred and Georgeâs room on your way to your final destination, Ginnyâs room, where you would be staying with her and Hermione, from now up until Bill and Fleurâs wedding. After which, you would return to your apartment above the Apothecary and try to resume your best sense of ânormalâ life. All of your things were already unpacked in Ginnyâs room, and you had a sleeping bag set up on the floor there.Â
But of course, you naturally came to a stop at the mouth of Fredâs open bedroom doorway, letting an instinctive caring overtake you and participating in the need to check on him.Â
The sight you saw made your heart ache.Â
Fred was sitting on the edge of his twin bed, his posture slumped with pure exhaustion. He hadnât even changed out of the now ill-fitting Harry clothes that he had to wear for the mission: jeans, a tee shirt, and a grey sport jacket that were now coated in dirt and traces of Georgeâs blood, all oddly short in the limbs and emphasising his tallness, his hands still stained bright red in a way that couldnât be washed off.Â
His face was marked with tear tracks, and his tired, dead gaze was fixated on Georgeâs still neatly made matching twin bed. A space that was hauntingly empty across from his - a sign that his brother was missing. A sign of just how easily someone precious could have been taken from him that night.Â
âFreddie?âÂ
You croaked out, the nickname slipping out in a way you couldnât control once again, causing him to snap out of whatever distant, depressing thoughts he was caught in. His head jolted toward you, only now realising that you had been standing in the doorway for so long.Â
âY/N,â He responded, his voice choked by tiredness, sadness.Â
It was so alarmingly strange to see someone who was usually the pinnacle of laughter reduced down to this. You had never seen Fred Weasley so sad before.Â
You had seen him angry, on occasion - like when someone insulted you, or when he had been banned from Quidditch for getting into a fistfight with Malfoy. You had seen him annoyed - like when he found out that the age to enter the TriWizard Tournament was seventeen, and he was only a few months away from being eligible. (You were thankful for that one, and secretly thankful when his Ageing Potion had failed).Â
You had seen Fred go through a lot - but you genuinely believed that was the first time you had seen him so deflated in the face of the world.Â
He rose to his feet, turned his back to you, almost as if trying to hide. He raised a hand to his face, and your heart ached more when you realised that he was trying to wipe away tears.Â
âCome on, letâs get you ready for bed.â You said, moving forward, gently putting a hand on his shoulder, moving up to peel the sport jacket off him.Â
You knew that the sadness, something he so rarely felt, had paralyzed him. You knew that sleep was what all of you needed right now - some rest to get your heads on straight. And you wanted to help him in any way that you could.Â
âI canât-â Fred huffed, stepping away from you, putting some distance between the two of you in the small room. âI canât do this right now.âÂ
Your stomach curled into a horrible knot as he echoed the words he had spoken to you on that horrible day, when he had broken up with you and relinquished himself from your presence without a second thought.Â
It truly hit you then - he didnât want your help. He didnât want to be near you now. He had only held you close a few hours ago because it had been a matter of life and death. He had helped to calm you down because it was the friendly thing to do. He didnât want you here now.Â
âOkay.â You choked out, nodding, taking a step toward the door. âO-okay.âÂ
A hot tear rolled down your face, and you moved to make your way toward Ginnyâs room. You were harshly whipped across the emotional spectrum again when Fred stopped you.Â
âY/N, no.â He said, reaching out and grabbing onto your elbow. âWait.âÂ
âWhat, Fred?â You wheezed, your body breathless and exhausted from the horrible roller coaster that you had been on that night. You knew that you glared at him horribly, but you couldnât help it. âWhat is it that you want from me?âÂ
Fred took a step back, as though you had burned him, running stiff hands through his hair. You could have easily run off, turned your back on him and never spoken to him again. Just like he had done to you on that day so long ago. But you waited with your chest tight, waiting for him to finally give you an answer. Did he want to be friends? Did he want you to disappear from his life completely? Did he want-?Â
âI canât-â He choked out, clearly struggling for breath. âI canâtâŠâÂ
He swallowed around a fat tongue, and after a heavy moment, he finally got the words out.Â
âI canât lose you.âÂ
The words spooked you more than the sight of Georgeâs bloodied, blown-apart ear.Â
You stared Fred down with a ghost in your eyes, somehow more terrified than you had been when you had been dangling hundreds of feet above London. He was frantic, rapidly searching for more words to explain himself.Â
âI - I almostâŠâ He gasped, his throat tightly constricting again. âYou almost slipped out of my hands.âÂ
He spoke the words as though they were a horrible curse, raising his hands in front of him as if to demonstrate the point, as if to demonise his own limbs for not having enough strength to hold you up. His hands shook with undistilled anxiety, with anger towards himself.Â
His declaration gave you that sickly sense of nausea, as though you were back up in the air again. You realised that maybe he hadnât been sitting on the edge of the bed, mourning about potentially losing George - but instead, he had been thinking about you.Â
âI didnât. I didnât slip.â You replied, the words choked off in your throat, rushing to assure him of the good he had done.Â
You were unable to resist the urge to reach out and take his hands in yours, steadying his grip with a firm anger of your own. You were unsure how he could be so cruel toward himself when he had saved your life only hours before.Â
âYou held me up, Fred. You didnât let me fall.âÂ
He let out a huff, shaking his head negatively.Â
You knew there was something more troubling him - something deeper that he had yet to speak of, or perhaps wouldnât tell you at all. He grinded his jaw tightly and slipped his hands away from yours. You stood there, looking at him tensely, wondering if he was going to clue you in, or if he would simply say goodnight and let himself stew with whatever horrible emotions he was feeling.Â
âI canât live like this.â He declared harshly, his throat raw. âI canât live with you at armâs length.âÂ
So what? Was he saying that⊠he was upset about the break-up?Â
Was he saying that he hadnât actually wanted to be apart from you?Â
A look of pure confusion knit across your features, and in the murky silence, Fred moved on to explaining.Â
âI let you go once before.âÂ
He whispered, the words so quiet on his lips, a crazed type of regret dancing in his eyes - in an instant, you knew he wasnât talking about the mission or flying. He was talking about how easily he let you go from his life - the break-up.Â
âI let you slip away from me far too easily. And it was the stupidest thing I have ever done.âÂ
âFreddie-?â You choked out, more chaotic emotions rocketing through your body now. Anticipation, anxiety - that love for him that you had bottled away slowly creeping back in. But you couldnât bear to let it flow through you, not yet, not until you knew.Â
âIf one of us were to die tomorrow, I couldnât live my last day knowing that I wasted it not being yours.â He declared, the pure passion in his words causing every small hair on your body to stand up on end, making you dizzy. âI know that Iâm the biggest git on earth for what I did to you, and for not apologising sooner, but please, please, please, darling-âÂ
You couldnât take it anymore.Â
You grabbed both sides of the sport jacket and used it to haul him down toward you, planting your mouth firmly onto his, moaning into a kiss that you had longed for, having so sorely missed the touch of his lips on yours.Â
You had missed him so damn much.Â
Fred was quick to keep up, letting out a delighted sigh of his own, his stomach doing flips in delight, almost in disbelief of just how lucky he was that you hadnât slapped him across the face and stormed out.Â
When your hands ventured down, smoothing across his body - he became even more delighted that you seemed to want more than a kiss out of him. And he was quick to prepare.Â
He reached to his back pocket for his wand and pointed it at the still open bedroom door, performing a quick spell that slammed it shut and locked it. In the back of his mind, he was thankful that his bedroom had some silencing wards around it from the days when Weasleysâ Wizard Wheezes had been in its infancy, operating their prototype experiments out of this room in the darkest hours of the morning. (Percy got sick of being woken up by the twinsâ excited voices and the sound of sputtering cauldrons, and put the silencing wards around their room for his own sake, not knowing how much more it let the twins get away with.)Â
Fred was surprised when you took another fitful grip on the front of his shirt, using it to direct him back toward his bed and shoving him down onto it with a strength that he barely knew you had. He fell sideways across the small twin bed, his knees crumbling along the side of the mattress, leaving him sitting with his feet on the floor and his body half collapsed against the tightly tucked-in covers that his mother had prepared before everyoneâs arrival.Â
He was utterly weak to your whims, anyway, and would have gone wherever you put him.Â
He was expecting you to climb on top of him, something needy inside of him yearning for the feeling of your body on top of his after missing it for so long. And he found himself further surprised when you dropped to your knees in front of him, settling your shoulders between his spread thighs, forcing him to spread his legs wider apart to accommodate you. The action spiking a sharp breath out of his lips when you shoved up the hem of the shirt that technically wasnât his and reached for the button on the jeans that fit him even worse as his cock grew to life underneath them.Â
âY/N, darling-â He choked out, breathy and sharp through his teeth, an intense wave of lust hitting him all at once.Â
All night, both of you had been through the emotional ringer - calm determination, fear, possessiveness, mild relief, grief. All while trying to hold back your emotions for each other, balancing right on the edge. Trying desperately to hold each other at armâs length.Â
And now he had you right where he wanted you, where he had been dreaming of you being for months since the break-up; and for some stupid reason, some part of him still felt that it was wrong. That part of him screaming that he should be the one on his knees serving you, that he needed to better apologise-
He reached for your shoulder, clearly trying to coax you back up onto the bed with him, and you swatted the touch away.Â
âDonât-â You choked in return, continuing on your determined path, ripping his zipper down and tugging at the waistband of his jeans. âFreddie, please. Let me do this.âÂ
You looked up at him with a glassy heat in your eyes that he had never seen before. All the times he had pinned you against walls in quiet corners at Hogwarts, with his hand up your skirt - he had never seen you so wild, so desperate.Â
Something utterly possessive rippled through you - something that screamed that you needed to have him weak and moaning for you, that you needed to worship him, to thank him for doing the impossible and saving your life. He was a strong, wonderful man and you needed to taste that strength. You needed to know that you were the only thing that could have him weak, quivering, begging.Â
âFuck-â Fred hissed out when you reached past the band of his underwear and grabbed his cock - your warm touch wrapped around his shaft felt like a deadly awakening, especially when it had been so long since anything but his own had had touched his cock.Â
All too soon, he surrendered to you entirely and lifted his hips, slipping the fabric of his jeans and his underwear down completely past his thighs, letting you have whatever you wanted from him. He supposed thatâs how it always went with the two of you - he would let you have whatever you wanted, even before you asked. (Thatâs why the break-up had gone down the way it had - it had been the one time he had been stubborn on something, not simply letting you have your own way.)Â
You took him in your hand, slowly pumping his length as you admired him, gently re-familiarising yourself with his body, feeling like it had been far too long.Â
âDid you miss it, darling?â He asked, looking down the length of his body at you with a cocky smile stretched across his soft lips.Â
You rolled your eyes, hating the possibility of making his ego any larger.Â
âOh yes, your wonderful big cock was the thing I missed most about you,â You griped in return, hoping that your sarcastic tone was more than apparent.Â
âI knew you only wanted me for my body.â Fred chuckled.Â
As much as you wanted to deny it - Fred Weasleyâs cock was a marvel that you couldnât have forgotten if you had tried.Â
During your time apart, it haunted your heated dreams, turning them into nightmares of pure want, your mind dangling something in front of you that you couldnât have. It made things even worse when he would come into the Apothecary, flirting with you and flashing you a smile, showing off his broad shoulders in those fine tailored suit jackets and making your eyes flicker to his zipper in an utterly whorish way.Â
Now, you felt spoiled to have it in front of you again - the perfect beastly eight inches, lean and tall just like he was, curved off slightly to the side, sticking off from a sparse patch of ginger hair.Â
Your pussy clenched as you thought about having him inside of you again for the first time in so long, giving you that perfectly full feeling that your fingers never could - but you craved his taste first. You wanted him under your control - you knew part of it was driven by all the fear you had experienced that night, all the chaos that had made you feel so powerless. You needed to feel alive, needed to wield power over someone, something.Â
You got your mouth on his cock with a downright feral hunger.Â
Fred let out a deep moan and threw his head back, collapsing onto his elbows as the heat and wetness of your mouth enveloped the heat of his cock - it sent another wave of lust zipping through him, reminding him just how throbbing hard he was, just how much he needed you. This was made even worse when you moaned around him - you couldnât help but to enjoy the feeling of his cock in your mouth, perfectly full, making you choke in such a beautiful way when you dropped down to take more of him.Â
âFuck, darling, shite-âÂ
You quickly became drunk on the feeling.Â
Your eyes fell closed and you simply let yourself enjoy it, loving the fullness of his big, beautiful cock filling up your mouth. With a hand loosely wrapped around the base of his cock, your jaw wide as you began bobbing your head. Your tongue flat against the base, tasting as much of him as you could while you enjoyed the feeling of him so fat and thick in your mouth, gagging you slightly whenever the round tip hit against the back of your throat. It was a perfect, slow rhythm that agonised him and delighted you, and soon had spit pooling around your knuckles.Â
The wetness drove him even more insane, especially when it allowed for your soft lips to move slicker against his shaft.Â
âGoddammit, please, please, oh-âÂ
You could feel his thighs begin to quake and quiver beside you, and you wondered if he was close already.Â
You couldnât resist the urge to pull off - wanting to tease him a little. Part of you wanted that bit of revenge, wanting to get him back for the pain he had caused you when he had turned his back on you that day. Though you werenât entirely cruel, and you didnât leave him hanging out to dry completely.Â
You kept your hand pumping on his now spit-slicked cock (it was that slow, agonising rhythm that caused him to pant like a needy dog), and you moved your mouth downward, giving in to the personal urge to lick and suck on his heavy balls. You did want to drive him a bit more insane, and give into your personal curiosity about what the heavy sac would feel like against your tongue.Â
âFucking - oh - darling, what are you doing to me-? That fucking mouth-âÂ
Fred wasnât sure if this was heaven or hell.Â
It left him stuck in some sick purgatory where the woman he loved had turned into a sex-crazed vixen, but wouldnât let him touch you everywhere he wanted to most. Instead, he was sentenced to stare at you as your gorgeous mouth teased his aching cock, making him harder, driving him madder with every stroke of your little devilish tongue. He couldnât take it anymore - not when your pretty fingers gripped around the base of his cock just right and your lips suctioned so perfectly around one of his bullocks.Â
He wouldnât waste the night cumming over your fist without getting his hands on you properly first.Â
He weaved his fingers into your hair and yanked you back, caused you to let out a small yelp - not one of pain, but a bitter sound of complaint as you were pulled off his cock too early for your liking. The sharp tingle of him pulling on your hair caused your tongue to lull out, trailing a filthy bit of spit back to his balls that had him growling.Â
Before any words could form, he leaned down and used this grip on your hair to guide you to his lips, shoving his tongue into your open, waiting mouth - something that had you moaning once again, and easily following his lead as he guided you up to sit on his thigh.Â
âDonât expect that Iâm gonna waste it all over your hand, darling.â He murmured against your lips between heated kisses. âWhen I cum tonight, itâs gonna be deep inside your sweet cunt, yeah?âÂ
You moaned loudly at this.Â
You had devolved past the point of words now - having his cock so thick and heavy in your mouth only making you fuzzy-headed and more needy for him. You unconsciously canted your hips against his thigh, grinding your pussy against him through the fabric of your jeans, needing more. You panted against his cheek as he moved deft fingers to undo the button and zipper of your pants while he continued to speak.Â
âI need you, pretty girl.âÂ
He growled lowly in your ear, the pure passion of the declaration causing such intense waves of lust through you that you would have collapsed - if not for the brick wall of his muscled body holding you up. (Hold you up for the dozenth time that night, only for a drastically different reason this time).Â
âI need to see you cum on my cock. Missed this pretty cunt so much, canât wait-âÂ
He trailed off in his crazed lustful ramblings when he shoved his fingers past the now open fly of your jeans and into your underwear, quickly finding a distinct wetness and landing on your clit with a firm touch like a magnet.Â
âFreddie!â You wept into his neck, bucking into the touch as you tumbled into a madness of your own.Â
He began circling quickly on your clit, enjoying your gasps and other sounds, enjoying the feeling of you bucking so wildly on his thigh. All too soon, he was overtaken by a little pinch of mischief that always crept up on him. The urge to get you back for your earlier teasing. He quickly removed his hand and felt a smirk spread across his lips at the deflated little whimper you made, your eyes snapping open just in time to catch him licking your wetness off his fingers.Â
âFred-â You began to protest, sharp demanding in your tone.Â
âCome on, get these clothes off,â He said, giving you a firm pat on the ass that made you far too weak to his whims.Â
âFreddie-â You whined this time - and rather than giving into you, he brought up a fantastic point.Â
âThe faster you get your clothes off, the faster I can get my cock in you.â He whispered hotly against your ear, making you shiver.Â
You hated that he was right.Â
You stood up, moving to strip your shirt off over your head, glaring at him the whole time while he also began to strip himself.Â
âGo on, good girl.âÂ
You hated how those words made you even wetter. You hated how easily he manipulated you based on weaknesses he knew so well.Â
âI hate you.â You mumbled quietly, absolutely no heat in the words as you reached to unclip your bra.Â
âOh darling, if only that were true.âÂ
He said pointedly, mourning peeking through that bit of mischief in his eyes. Something you didnât have too much time to decode as stood to his full height to untangle his jeans from his legs, knowing that you would quake in his shadow and become even more turned on from this.Â
Once you were both naked, he ushered you down onto the bed, making sure that you were comfortable with your head on the pillow as he captured your mouth in another needy kiss. You moaned against his lips, easily sucking his tongue in as you tangled your fingers into that fiery red hair and gave an appreciative tug. You then tucked your knee up over his hip, opening yourself up to him - this caused his heavy cock to brush against your wetness, making you gasp into his mouth as the two of you made contact for the first time in far too long.Â
âFreddie-â You gasped, unconsciously bucking your hips up, causing your pussy to wetly slide against his cock in a way that forced a deep groan out of him. âOh, fuck, oh-âÂ
âShh, darling, Daddyâs got you,â Fred replied, palming across your forehead and your hair in an almost gentle way while he further parted your thighs with a firm knee.Â
His words caused you to choke on another moan.Â
You had heard Fred refer to himself as âDaddyâ before - but much like everything else in his life, it was always a joke. He would be buying his favourite sweets and mumble âcome to Daddyâ before tearing open the package and devouring them. He would say that his codename was âBig Daddyâ when setting up a particularly epic prank. (George was âBig Redâ and you were usually âDarlingâ or âGarden Flowerâ. They were not the most useful or top secret codenames.) You had heard him jokingly shout âDaddyâs homeâ when returning to the Gryffindor common room, only to have the expected laughs and jokes in return.Â
You had never expected that the name would turn you on so much. But you had never, ever expected to hear it in this context. You had also never expected that it would sound so natural in this context. But it suited him so well. It seemed to only compliment the gentle kind of caring he gave you - how protective he was over you, how safe he made you feel.Â
âDaddy,â You moaned in return - Fred gripped your hip with a deadly, bruising grip and looked at you with a fierce heat in his eyes.Â
Hearing that word from your lips turned him on in a way he couldnât explain. And in that moment, it took every bit of his personal will not to slam his cock into you and hammer his hips forward until you said it again, and again, and again. Until you screamed it.Â
He took a hold of his cock with the other hand, and you expected him to slide into you, finally giving you both what you truly needed - but instead, he began rubbing the round head of his cock against your clit, further teasing you. You let out a gasp and looked at him with pleading in your eyes.Â
âFreddie,â You whined, attempting to angle your hips up, fruitlessly trying to trick him to slip his cock inside of you. You knew him too well, knowing that once he got the tip in, he wouldnât be able to resist fucking you senseless. But he held you down with the hand on your hip, making you barely able to move at all against his muscular hold and the awkward angle he had you pinned with.Â
âCome on, sweets,â He purred, laying a kiss on your forehead, and then your cheek, trailing kisses down your neck as he murmured against your skin. âTell Daddy what you need. Say the word and Iâll give you anything you want.âÂ
He began roughly smacking his cockhead against your clit, making you jolt and gasp sharper, making your pussy leak furiously against the bed. You cried out and gripped his hair tightly, almost meanly, desperate for the teasing to end. You didnât see the way he was staring at your cunt, mesmerised by the sight of your swollen pearl kissing against his cock, glistening, wet and needy. Something that he would burn into his brain forever and most definitely revisit on lonely nights.Â
âPlease, Daddy!â You moaned, hoping the name alone would goad him into giving in. But you knew what he truly wanted, and you couldnât wait any longer. âPlease - fuck - I need your cock. I need you to fuck me, I need-âÂ
Perhaps he was truly satisfied by this, or perhaps he couldnât take the teasing anymore himself - either way, he finally guided his cock down to your pulsing entrance and pushed in, swearing hotly under his breath when the tight, wet, perfect heat of your cunt began sucking him in for the first time in over a year.Â
âOh, oh fuck, Freddie,â You moaned, tugging on his hair. âOh-âÂ
âFucking perfect,â He swore into your ear. âDammit, Iâve missed this pussy so much.â He choked on a groan as he continued slowly inching his hips forward, splitting you open with his massive length, making your pussy ache and burn in the most perfect way. âGood girl. So good for me. So good for Daddy,âÂ
You both moaned loudly once he was fully seated inside of you - you, feeling that deep satisfaction of feeling so perfectly full once again, and Fred so deeply enjoying the wet warmth of your pussy around him that was so irreplaceable because it was you.Â
Sensing your need, especially after all his teasing, and after spending so long without him - he didnât make you wait any longer.Â
Fred began rocking his hips into yours at a gentle, even pace, not wanting to hurt you. From the sound of your gentle whines and the feeling of you squirming beneath him, he could tell that you needed more. He could tell that now wasnât the time for holding back.Â
He let out a gentle grunt and you became even more heated and curious as he began shifting around, some clear intent on his mind. You let out a sharp gasp when he raised himself up on his knees, poising himself in the perfect position to fuck you hard, deep, and powerful. Then, he made it even more deadly when he grabbed you by the backs of your thighs, making more air hiss out through your lips when he pressed your body practically in half, pressing your knees up toward your chest before he hooked his arms under your legs to keep them there and planted his hands firmly on either side of your chest.Â
The two of you were even closer, even more intimate, and you felt him so much deeper inside of you.Â
âFreddie,âÂ
You croaked out darkly, already feeling him so much deeper as he settled in above you. Your pussy was leaking furiously around him now, clenching tightly and waiting for him to move as a ghost of dark mischief danced through his eyes that promised you were in for the sweetest kind of hell.Â
âGood?â He asked, smirking at you.Â
âYes, but what about-?âÂ
You wanted to warn him not to make too much noise, not to break the bed, which was already creaking in protest underneath the two of you - but he didnât entirely care. Fred never truly cared about the consequences of his actions once he got an idea in his head - to him, the thrill was more than worth whatever pain may befall him.Â
The only time that hadnât been true was when he had made the foolish, heat-of-the-moment mistake of breaking up with you. And now, he had to make up for it.Â
He put all the power into his muscled thighs (the same muscled thighs that had saved you just a few hours ago by gripping onto his broom and steadying the flight) - and ploughed forward with intense power. This began an unforgiving, hard rhythm of pounding into your cunt in hard, deep, fast strokes.Â
In seconds, you were putty beneath him - he had you perfectly pinned in place so that you couldnât have moved an inch if you wanted to, all you could do was lay there and take it. You were weak against the savage movements of his long cock fucking into your swollen pussy over and over again, filling you up in the best way you could have imagined, becoming everything you needed in the world.Â
As the room filled with the harsh, wet slaps of his skin against yours and your weak moans, followed by his increasingly animalistic grunts - all there was in the world was you and Fred, the space where the two of you met, the place where he had your thighs pinned open so that his cock could absolutely ruin your pussy. Â
âGood girl, such a good girl for me,â He growled against your lips - you moaned pathetically in return, flooding even more wetness around his cock, making the sound of him fucking into you embarrassingly slicker. âNever should have let you go. Should have kept you right here, right where you belong,âÂ
You wanted to tell him that perhaps the fight was both of your faults, that you should have reached out to him sooner and told him that you wanted him back. That the time apart had been so dreadfully tender for you too.Â
But your brain was soup, only further stirred up by the tip of his cock poking around in your guts. So any words you could have said chased out of your lungs with every passionate thrust of his hips up into your wet pussy, and all you managed in return was:Â
âDaddy! Fuck, oh-!âÂ
âShh, darling, I know.â Fred mumbled into your neck, taking a sloppy, greedy lick of your skin. âI know, sweets. Daddyâs gonna give you what you need. Gonna keep you fucked nâ full. Never gonna let you go again. Never gonna let anyone else touch you-âÂ
Fredâs hips stuttered and you tightly squeezed around his cock at the words.Â
Perhaps it was a wink of his personal insecurity peeking through. The horrifying idea that because he had broken up with you, you might find somebody else. When in fact, you had been so caught up on him, only thinking about him, waiting for him. (The whole time, thinking that he had broken up with you because he no longer had any favour in his heart for you.)Â
âJust you, Freddie.â You breathed out, desperately trying to get air past your now very chapped lips. âAlways yours-âÂ
âYes, mine.â He replied, that crazed desperation returning to his voice. âMine, my girl.âÂ
He sealed his lips against yours, grinding his hips tightly against your pelvis rather than fucking you with any kind of rhythm now - showing you just how deep he was inside of you, just how much he owned you, truly, from the inside out. It was something that made your stomach clench, made your body buzz with electricity, and made you whine around his tongue.Â
You were close.Â
Fred knew this - he knew you too well. He moved a hand down to your clit, letting one of your legs drop slightly, and had two determined fingers on your throbbing clit while he picked up the pace again, pulling his lips back from yours.Â
âYou gonna cum for me? Gonna cum for Daddy like a good girl?âÂ
His words, his velvet voice speaking to you so commanding yet so sweet, were what truly brought your orgasm to life in your belly. His voice made the fullness of his cock and the sharpness of his fingers on your clit all the more electric. You likely could have cum just from his words alone if he kept speaking to you that way.Â
âYes, Daddy.â You moaned in response.Â
âGood girl. Come on,âÂ
He breathed hotly against your chin, his eyes now eagerly dancing from your face to the space where your cunt hugged his dick, leaking around him in such a wonderfully filthy way. Clearly, he wasnât sure where he wanted to look, what part of the show he was more eager to witness after missing out on you for too long.Â
âCome on, cum on my cock. Cum for me, love, good girl-âÂ
His heated words trailed off as your head snapped back and your eyes squeezed shut, your fingers digging sharply into his bicep as your orgasm rocked your body. Fred grunted as he continued to fuck you through it, his eyes glued to you, taking in every single inch of the sexy beauty that was you, the love of his life, as you thrashed and moaned and came on his cock. It was the most perfect sight he could have imagined, and he easily ingrained into his mind forever, praying that he would never have to miss out on it - to miss out on you - ever again.Â
âYes, yes darling, so good for me, so good-â He practically choked on his own words, his voice so thick with lust that it barbed the insides of his throat.Â
As he felt the last weak spasms of your pussy around his cock, he stopped rubbing your sore clit and became possessed with a new need, becoming slightly selfish now. He fucked his hips forward even harder, determined to find his own pleasure inside the sweet, soft walls of your cunt.Â
âFucking hell-â He choked out a groan, dropping his head into your neck again as you petted through his hair, encouraging him through it while he unintentionally sent sharp zaps of overstimulation through your pussy with every needy, sharp push of his hips.Â
âFreddie,â You breathed out. âCome on, Daddy, cum for me. Youâve been so good to me, come on-âÂ
He let you another loud growl and pounded into you harder, dropping his hold on your other knee and letting your legs rest to cradle around his waist as he blindly chased his own end inside your soft, wet cunt.Â
âGonna fill you up, gonna fill you up so good,â He whispered into your neck, chanting like a man possessed, sending another unexpected wave of heat through you that made you moan weakly. âAll mine, all mine, darling, all mine, gonna give you what you need, fuck-âÂ
He tried to silence his moans into your neck as he stiffened his back and finally came - his own orgasm hitting him like a firework. He shoved his hips forward stiffly one last time, seating his cock deeply inside of you, stuffing you full, just like he had promised. He gentled grinded his hips against yours in mindless, stuttering strokes while he pumped spurts of hot cum deep inside of you - something that made your body buzz with even more heat and made you moan in return, clutching onto him tightly with your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.Â
âOh darling, oh-â He muttered quietly against your neck as the last waves of his orgasm washed over him.Â
It was so perfect, and made you feel so utterly connected to him. It was a distinct reminder of everything you had missed - his warmth, his caring, the thrill he gave you while at the same time making you feel so damn safe.Â
When Fred moved to pull away from you, moving to break that connection, every instinct in your body screamed that it was wrong. You clenched your legs around him, digging a heel into his lower back to keep him close, and he let out a grunt - still dizzy from his orgasm and unsure what you were doing. But he settled back into place, creating a filthy âsquishâ between the two of you.Â
âJust hold me.â You said, having no clue when the tears had returned to your eyes, making your voice so clearly wet. âI missed you. I canât lose you.âÂ
âHey, hey shh.â He said, leaning up to kiss along your cheek, rushing to kiss away those tears. âIâm right here with you, darling. Iâm not going anywhere. Youâre not going to lose me.âÂ
He wrapped his arms around you, wiggling his grip between your back and the mattress to do so. This created the most stunning cocoon, forcing your two bodies even closer together - it wasnât long before he became soft inside of you, but he stayed there for as long as he reasonably could, kissing along your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, uttering quiet reassurances that you werenât going to lose him, that you wouldnât have to miss him any longer.Â
It made you incredibly content and warm. At least while it lasted.Â
When Fred finally pulled out of you, you felt a deep sense of dissatisfaction and loneliness, which you tried to ignore. Especially because you werenât sure if he would want you to sleep in his bed - which was something that you wanted very much, especially after the long day you had. But you werenât sure if he wanted to be left alone to contemplate all of it, to be sure of his decision to take you back.Â
You jumped to get out of the bed as though it were on fire, and when you looked to your rumpled clothes on the floor - your jeans still stained with dirt from when you had collapsed in the garden, your shirt likely reeking of sweat from the nerves of everything that had happened - the idea of putting those clothes back on wasnât exactly appealing.Â
Then, something else came to mind.Â
âMy things are in Ginnyâs roomâŠâÂ
You sighed, realising that if you wanted a pair of pyjamas for the night, or even a fresh pair of underwear, then you would have to waltz in and wake her up - and likely be interrogated about where you had been. She was all too knowing anyway, and any excuses you gave about spending the time caring for George or simply having a âtalkâ with Fred would be seen right through by her.Â
Fred hummed, and stood, and you were surprised when he comfortably went over to the chest of drawers against the wall at the end of his bed, going right to the top drawer. The drawer where you used to keep some of your things when you stayed with the Weasleys on holidays - and surely enough, a small collection of your things were still in there.Â
Things that he had never returned to you after the break-up that you had never thought to ask for. You had no idea that he often came to this drawer, sneaking mournful whiffs of your scent - even used your shirts as a pillow case if he was feeling particularly lonely.Â
He pulled out a pair of your comfortable sleep shorts and a large, soft, worn green tee shirt with a large shamrock on the front and a â94 on the back that he had bought for you as a souvenir from The World Cup. It had been your all time favourite sleep shirt, and you had wondered where it had disappeared to when you moved into your apartment above the Apothecary once you started the job.Â
âI hope these still fit.â He said, handing you the clothes.Â
âThey should.â You said - quiet, careful not to acknowledge the elephant in the room. The fact that he had kept your things all this time.Â
âUnfortunately I donât have any panties for you, soâŠâ He trailed off, a filthy grin plucking up over his cheeks once again when the implication hit the air - the fact that you would be commando underneath your clothing.Â
âYeah, very unfortunate in your eyes, Iâm sure, Fred.â You huffed, turning toward the door. âI should go get cleaned up.âÂ
You let out a small squeak when two strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you sharply back, causing you to collide with the wonderful, bare, muscled, now slightly sweaty body. You couldnât help but to melt into the touch, and you let out a quiet moan as he began kissing your neck - not in a particularly lustful way, but in a way that was purely loving and affectionate.Â
âDonât think youâre getting away from me that easy, darling.â He whispered in your ear. âPlease, do come back afterwards. You know I like to cuddle,âÂ
You didnât think that you had ever heard Fred Weasley say âpleaseâ for anything so plainly in his life. But, as usual when it came to him, you wanted exactly what he wanted.Â
âOnly if you insist.â You joked lightly, smoothing a hand over his arm that was still tightly encircled around your middle. âI suppose I can clear some time in my very busy schedule for cuddling,âÂ
Fred quietly let out a âyesâ in celebration, and hesitantly let you go. He then collapsed back onto the bed, relaxing spread eagle, still confidently naked against the covers with his hands behind his head against the pillow. You couldnât help it when your eyes did a once-over of his body, admiring the soft planes of his muscles that had come from hard work rather than a distinct workout routine and the beautiful bit of fat on his lower belly that made him so warm and nice to cuddle. Of course, when your eyes met his, he was smirking at you.Â
âIâll be waiting, love.â He told you with a wink.Â
You rolled your eyes at this, biting your lip to suppress a smile at his somewhat deserved cockiness.Â
You moved to leave the room with your newly acquired clothes, wanting to freshen up in the bathroom a bit before going to sleep (the bathroom was right across the hall, so you would have to sneak across the way naked and hope that nobody would catch you, but it should be fine at this time of night). But when your hand twisted the knob and it didnât budge, you remembered that Fred had locked it earlier.Â
He moved to grab his wand from the pocket of his pants, splayed out in the middle of the floor, but you reached for the jeans first. Your wand was still downstairs beside the cauldron that had brewed the potions for George, but often, you found that Fredâs wand worked fine for you.Â
Ollivander and other wand experts said that a wizard couldnât find the same kind of success using a wand that wasnât their own, but you found using Fredâs to be just as natural, like an extension of your own arm. Perhaps it was because his core was a Dragon Heartâs String, and that heart beat for you just as fondly as his own did. Either way, it was a fine substitution. You unlocked the door easily and tossed the wand back to him where he was sitting on the bed, and then you snuck across the hall to clean up and get dressed.Â
When you came back, Fred had crawled under the covers and was starting to fall asleep. When you crawled in alongside him, you found that he hadnât bothered to get dressed, so you locked the door again, just in case. It was a basic charm that anybody could get through, but it would give the two of you a few minutes of warning to make yourselves decent if somebody did come knocking.Â
It felt like the most wonderfully natural thing in the world to settle beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist while he slept on his back, putting your head on his chest and feeling his sleepy fingers brush across your head from behind.Â
âGoodnight, love.â He whispered, so quiet as though he was afraid to break apart a beautiful daydream.Â
âGoodnight, Freddie.âÂ
âŠÂ
You wondered if all of it had been a dream.Â
Fred apologising to you, begging for your forgiveness, the two of you having amazing sex - it was something you had dreamt about many times before. It was something you had wished would come true, only to find yourself waking up alone in a cold bed. So waking up next to Fred, with his large, warm body coiled up against your back like a koala was one of the best ways you could have come into a new day.Â
It wasnât long before the smell of Mollyâs cooking reached your nose - the wonderful fatty sizzle of sausages and the bready warmth of toast that told you she was frying up a full English (likely because she had been having trouble sleeping after the events of the night before). Your stomach gave a painful pang, making you want to get out of bed to eat just as much as you wanted to stay cuddled up with Fred.Â
You gently petted a touch along Fredâs heavy arm that was wrapped possessively around your waist, and soon, he sucked in a sharp breath as he too began to stir.Â
âMerlin, I missed this.â He said, leaning in to smother you with more of his perfect warmth as he somehow crowded tighter against your back, kissing along your clothed shoulder and up your neck once again.Â
Your heart fluttered with the sweetness, the fondness of it all, and you wondered how such a hellish night had made way to such a perfect morning.Â
âI wish we could stay in bed forever, Freddie, but I think your Mum is making breakfast.â You remarked, finding yourself more aware of your hunger as you woke up more, and more drawn to the delicious smells.Â
âWe can stay here for a bit longer.â He hummed into your neck.Â
Just then - his stomach let out a loud groan of protest, and you giggled.Â
âCome on, Big Daddy needs to eat too.â You said, using the nickname in a more playful, joking manner as you patted his thigh, untangling yourself from his arms as you got out of bed.Â
You were surprised, and slightly victorious when you saw a slight blush tinging his pale cheeks because of the teasing, the way you had used the nickname. It was amazing to see someone like Fred go from so powerful and confident to fluttering with shyness.Â
âI have to find some trousers,â He remarked, suddenly remembering that he was naked.Â
âIâll meet you downstairs,â You grinned, walking across to the bathroom, lucky to beat anybody else there before the others started waking up.Â
When you hit the bottom stair, Fred was standing at the back of the couch with his back to you, now fully dressed in a pair of comfortable plaid sleep pants and an old Chudley Cannons shirt that must have belonged to Ron. (It was only because of many winding discussions about Quidditch among the boys that you hadnât even wanted to hear that you knew the Cannons were Ronâs team and the twins hated them.)Â
Fred was leaning over, clearly talking to George, who was still laying where the two of you had left him the night before. You hated that your instinct was to stand back where neither of them had seen you and listen in on their conversation - but you had only learned such matters from Mr. and Mr. Extentenable Ear themselves.Â
â...well, yes, I would say that it did go well, but I would still have to classify the nature of the relationship as dubious. Or friendly at best.â Fred said in a rushed whisper.Â
Your stomach gave a twist. This time you had to assume that the twins were talking about you. Talking about what had happened between the two of you the night before.Â
âDubious?â Georgeâs voice baulked, clearly trying to stay hushed himself, but having a hard time restraining his volume due to frustration - frustration at not being able to get a better answer out of his brother. âThe two of you had sex and youâre classifying the nature of the relationship as dubious? Are you an idiot or was the sex that horrible?âÂ
You choked down a laugh at this, not wanting to be caught just yet, and resisting the urge to speak up and clarify that the sex was, in fact, great.Â
âNo, she seemed perfectly satisfied, thank you very much.â Fred hissed back, full of sass. You would have said more than âsatisfiedâ - for once, Fred was actually being humble. âBut I just didnât think to stop and ask: oh, by the way, does this mean that weâre back together and you still love me? Or were just scared and lonely after almost dying and wanted a decent lay? Can you fill out a post-orgasm survey to clarify, please, and make sure to-âÂ
An arm came up from the couch with a pillow, smacking Fred clear in the chest - hard enough to force a small grunt out of him. George was certainly feeling better. You were glad to know that your potions had done him some good.Â
âYou should have just asked, you numpty!â George scolded him. âYouâve been mooning over losing her for-âÂ
âY/N,â Fred cut off his twinâs words by saying your name, announcing your presence as that smack with the pillow had caused him to finally turn his head and spot you there.Â
âFred.â You grinned, not at all ashamed that you had been caught.Â
You walked over to the couch, leaning over to find George grinning at you in a way that said he was holding back a barrage of stomach shaking laughter because of the conversation you had caught the two of them in.Â
âFor the record, I would call the sex more than satisfactory.â You said, a mischievous grin coming over your lips. âAnd I do still love you.â You announced, turning toward Fred. âI was lonely and scared last night, but thatâs why I came to you. Youâre the only person I want to go to when I feel that way. I missed you. And I want you back if youâll have me.âÂ
âMerlin, of course Iâll have you.â Fred breathed out a sigh of relief, now grinning as well. âI love you more than anything, darling. You have no idea how much Iâve missed you.âÂ
âI have some idea, and it was bloody annoying.â George muttered out, only to be ignored.Â
You leaned in for a kiss, naturally, but just as Fredâs lips brushed yours, George let out a loud, fake gagging sound - one that had Molly running into the room, clearly fretting and worried that George was actually ill.Â
âIâm fine, Mum.â George groaned as Molly began patting down his head with a wet cloth - clearly, his night had been filled by the annoying, but loving fuss of his mother watching over him.Â
âYes, yes of course.â Molly nodded, hesitantly putting the cloth down. âItâs time for breakfast anyway - do you feel up for sitting at the table, dear?âÂ
âI would love to get off this bloody couch.â George groaned.Â
Fred rushed around to help him up, and after a moment of struggle to his feet, you grabbed his other arm to help him along into the kitchen.Â
âI suppose it all worked out for the better.â George said, smiling at you. âEven if you did end up with the less attractive twin.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile at this.
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A/N: This fic is a oneshot, and there will not be a continuation or a 'Part 2'. This is a capsule story meant to be read independently, and in terms of the narrative, there will not be a continuation. If you are going to leave a comment, please comment about the body of work that has been written here, do not comment asking for more. If you would like to read more of my fics, please take a look at my Harry Potter Masterlist, more specifically, my other Fred Weasley fic - Kisses Like Fire Whiskey. Thank you if you have gotten this far, and happy reading!
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Prompt: How would the straw hats react to reader being a mind reader? Please and thanks
Repost of mine from libary of ohara
Sanji Sanji is sweating because every time he has an intimate thought about you or anyone else, he can feel eyes on him. You glare and he fidgets under the intensity of it, wondering if you will blurt out the dirty thoughts to anyone else.
Every time he thinks itâs safe to think about how good the woman at the bar would look without their dress, he has to stop himself, turning with a wide eye and seeing you glare at him while sipping your drink. Just ruins the boyâs entire life.
Usopp Another one who just opens and closes his mouth when you are around because after he lies and tells people these big, impressive stories that didnât happen. You side up to him and ask him why he lied, you are so casual about it too.
Every time heâs about to lie to anyone, you raise an eyebrow, and he just laughs loudly and pretends like it was all fun and games. Now whenever he wants to talk to someone, he literally looks around to see if you are about
Chopper
He is so amazed! Thatâs a great power to have! He bounces up and down and is just giddy and asks you all about it. You sometimes read his mind and it goes from dumb stuff like âI want candy flossâ to something like complex potions to cure all manner of illnesses.
Robin She terrifies you. Sheâll be sat there reading a book or just casually sitting at the bar, elbow keeping he propped up, hand on her cheek, her smile just slyly grows as your eyes do when you read whatâs on her mind. She loves to mess with you.
Sheâll purposely think of something dark or downright filthyand chuckle softly when she gets the reaction, she wants from you.
Nami Oh, you stopped doing that. You completely turn off your power when it comes to Nami, she can somehow always tell when you are in her head, and sheâll turn around with her hand outstretched and tell you the show was more money than you have.
Zoro Zoroâs mind is boring, itâs full of a collection of very âZoroâ things such as booze, hating Sanji, working out and his swords. Plus, Zoro never thinks anything that he wouldnât say out loud, heâs no fun and he knows thatâs how you think and always smirks and thinks ânice tryâ
Franky Frankyâs mind gives you a headache if you stay there too long. His face might often say âhead emptyâ but he is always thinking loudlyto himself and has so many projects flying through his head. So many complex designs, schismatics, maths, itâs all very exhausting for you.
Brook Brook doesnât care if you read his mind so heâs very chill around you, heâs normally just humming inside his mind, and you hate that he can get songs stuck in your head. Like a constant source of the sound, if heâs not humming in his head, heâs humming out loud or thinking about asking if he should ask someone to see their panties.
Jinbei I imagine itâs very serene in there, like a little koi pond with the sound of wind chimes and you just get lost in there until he stubs his toe or something and itâs like a loud internal scream. Same when any of the crew does something stupid and poor Jinbei has to pick up the pieces.
Luffy âTHATâS SO COOL.â Heâll yell at you. The entire reason youâre on the crew was that Luffy found out you can read minds and he needed that on his crew like right now. Heâll sit there and always go âWhat am I thinking now?âŠ. and now?⊠and now!!â and itâs always âwow thatâs so coolâ or âIâm hungry, Iâm going to ask them to get me meatâŠâ
#one piece x reader#one piece reader insert#one piece x you#sfw#gender neutral reader#sanji#sanji op#sanji x you#sanji x reader#sanji x yn#roronoa zoro x reader#roronoa zoro#brook#soul king brook#nami#nami x reader#monkey d luffy#monkey d. luffy#luffy#nico robin#robin x reader#cyborg franky#usopp#usopp x reader#tony tony chopper#strawhats#one piece imagine#jinbei#jimbei
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His forever and ever | Bucky Barnes
(Ex-)Boyfriend!Mob!Bucky Barnes x (Ex-)Girlfriend!Reader
James Buchanan Barnes, mobster in town and your boyfriend. You feel for his charm, his smile, the way he loves and treats you.
But things change and you feel like that he thinks youâre self-evident around him. Moving on is the only way you see to get out of that situation between pain and love for that man. But moving on also means to leave him behind you, leaving everything what you had together behind you.
So what happens when you really do so and Bucky appears at your work place, is he there because of you or is he just drinking his whiskey there? He would always find you, he is the most powerful man in town, and you know exactly that.
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I wanna thank @bucks-babe for all the help, encouragement and love. You helped me whenever I stuck with something and brought every chapter to another level. The series wouldnât be the way it is without you. So thank you so much.đ©·đ©·
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This story will include angst, fluff and smut, I will add the warnings in each chapter.
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Asks, ideas, small Drabble ideas are appreciated! So feel free to reach out in case you have ideas or questions. You can find everything he in the Masterlist or the tag #his forever and ever.
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â Prologue
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Your mobster sees you as self-evident so as much as that hurts you decide to move on â without his broken promises, without him.
â Chapter One
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Moving on, living with your best friend and working in a part isnât as easy as you thought but itâs not bad either. Some flirts here and there â you can be whoever you want, right?
â Chapter Two
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After work you hope that Bucky isnât in the bar anymore or at least he is just there to have a drink. But what when he is just there because you are, because itâs his opportunity to talk to you and make you come back home into his mansion again?
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Your best friend is always there â even though he has a date, for you he has always time. And even better when his date comes with him and you end up on the couch with two men, chocolate and movies.
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Steve follows you everywhere, making sure that Bucky canât get too close to you. But when he has an appointment you tell him that youâre fine. During your work shift you get closer to a man, who asks you out and who wouldnât say yes to such a nice offer.
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Bucky does everything to show you what you really mean to him - also being stuck in a swing as long as you laugh. Plus rooftops are still the best place to make confessions.
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Back home Bucky makes sure you get how much he missed you and just how much he loves you.
â Epilouge
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Beautiful in white, promises and the perfect day.
Drabbles/Asks:
What if: Youâre flirting with another guy
#mob!bucky barnes x reader#mob!bucky barnes#mob!bucky x reader#mob!bucky#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes angst#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes x yn#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky barnes x reader#james bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#james buchanan bucky barnes#james bucky barnes x reader#james barnes x y/n#james barnes x you#james barnes x reader#bucky x reader angst#bucky x reader fluff#bucky x female yn#bucky angst#bucky series#bucky fluff#bucky barnes x you#his forever and ever#mob bucky au#mob Bucky series
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so, you've heard shows be recommended because they had gay characters. you don't really know what they're actually about though, and don't know if they'd be something you'd be into and are worried about spoilers. here's spoiler free plot summaries of em!
The Owl House
The Owl House starts out as a typical teenage girl goes into a fantasy realm story, but with a twist. Actions have consequences. The protagonist is a girl named Luz Noceda, who was being sent to a camp to make her behave normally by her mother after causing too much trouble at school. She ends up finding a place she's always dreamed of: a fantasy world. A world where everyone's so much weirder than she is. And she thinks, maybe if I don't belong out there, maybe people will like me here. Maybe I can be special here.
It's a story about found family, propaganda, erased history, living with disability, religious trauma, and neurodivergence. It's fundamentally a show about people who's brains work differently finding each other and making a family that treats them right. Definitely my favorite of the ones on this list. It's about people who've been oppressed being pissed about it and about finding yourself again after giving up on everyone around you for so long. It's basically a show about being a minority and trying to be understood and to understand yourself in the process. It's about growing up neurodivergent and how isolating it feels and figuring yourself out. It's about repairing broken relationships and parents who fuck up. And it's just. Such a love letter to anyone who was the weird kid in school. It's sad and heartbreaking and also so hopeful, and it's wonderful.
Content warnings: Abuse, Death, Grief, Animal Death, Suicidal thoughts, Vague suicide attempts, Depression, blink and you'll miss it s/h, body horror, religious trauma
She Ra and the Princesses Of Power
Adora was raised in the Horde since she was a baby, being fed propaganda about how cruel the princesses were. After learning how the horde actually was, though, she defects. But there's one problem. Her best friend, Catra, stays behind. Adora finds a sword that can transform her into She Ra, and might be the key to figuring out who she really is, while Catra takes her place as force captain.
It's a story about abuse, at the end of the day. Adora and Catra were stuck in a golden child and scapegoat dynamic, despite how much they care about each other. This leads to them knowing everything about each other but not understanding it. There's a fundamental disconnect between them, because both of their traumas are completely different. They have complete misconceptions about each other. Even in their initial split, they both have completely different perceptions of what's going on and why the other is upset. It's not a story about magic princesses, it's about the cycle of abuse and what makes it so complicated. Does it have flaws? Yeah. But ultimately I really really enjoy it, and when it does something right it does something RIGHT. Get through season one, it starts kids show-y but it gets very good during later s1.
Content warnings: Abuse (obviously), body horror, gaslighting (and I mean actual gaslighting, not what the Internet thinks gaslighting is), suicide, depression, flashing lights and eyestrain during the finale
Steven Universe
Steven Universe is a sins of the father story. Steven is the son of the leader of the rebel group The Crystal Gems, who's name was Rose Quartz. He navigates the confusion of being half gem and half human, as well as trying to figure out the mess of the rebellion and what his mother left behind. He's constantly in her shadow, for better or for worse.
It's a story about grief. How it impacts relationships, how it taints history, how it impacts family. It has some definite flaws, but ultimately it's about very flawed people who have lost so many people in their life trying to cope with it. Trying to handle what they lost and trying to adjust to life without them. It's about how expectations fuck a kid up and about agency and just a show about complicated relationships in general, at the end of the day. Also, it has some FANTASTIC music.
Content warnings: Grief, Abuse, body horror, very creepy people I don't know how to tag, heavy allegories for homophobia
Nimona
Nimona is a story about a guy who gets framed for murder. His name is Ballister Boldheart, a commoner who hoped to become a knight. It seemed everyone was waiting to watch him fail, so it was no surprise when he was the immediate target. Heavily injured and away from the man he loves, he's left alone trying to figure out a way to prove his innocence- until a strange kid comes into his life. This kids name is Nimona, and while he is intent on proving his innocence, she gave up on being anything but a villain a long time ago.
It's about deconstructing the model minority myth, trans rage, propaganda, and with a healthy dose of "FUCK the police".
Content warnings: Heavy injury, on screen suicide attempt, flashing lights
feel free to add more shows! just remember to keep the summaries as spoiler free as you can and add content warnings!
#show recommendations#movie recommendation#the owl house#toh#owl house#steven universe#shera#she ra#spop#nimona#queer#gay#lesbian#bisexual#trans#transgender#queer shows
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Maybe I'll spoil you guys and talk about Gwynriel and ACOTAR5 and anything related to it overall. I recently finished my HOFAS reread and have some fresh thoughts. I'll let my thoughts guide me and some of these points I've already addressed in my insta stories yesterday. I just rather share a lengthy post here since I'll only tag under #gwynriel.
I often see arguments about how Gwyn and Azriel can't move the plot forward because the series is centered on the Archeron sisters.
First, that's not true because Sarah is following what she called "a traditional romance route". She's following the same patterns of Nalini Singh, Kresley Cole, and Lisa Kleypas where they publish multiple books in the same series following different couples.
This is fitting for a series like ACOTAR because it's romance-centered. And Sarah have already said that each couple is getting one book and there will likely be more books beyond ACOTAR6.
Saying that doesn't dismiss the importance of the sisters to the story, Feyre already has a trilogy centered on her. The spin-off just follows different characters including the sisters.
I won't try hard to convince people on this because I've already posted almost everything Sarah said about the spin-off series and what's it's about. So if the next book is not centered on an Archeron sister, that's for Sarah to bamboozle the fandom with.
One thing that stuck out to me is when I compared the ending of ACOSF with the scene of Bryce giving Nesta Gwydion and seeming like she left Nesta with a new quest.
First, this is what the text says, and this is Chapter 80, the very last chapter in ACOSF:
Succeeding in the Blood Rite didn't mean the training stopped. No, after she and her friends told Cassian and Azriel most of the details of their ordeal, the two commanders had compiled a long list of mistakes that the three of them had made that needed to be corrected, and the others wanted to learn from them, too. So they would keep training, until they were all well and truly Valkyries. Gwyn, despite the Rite, had returned to living in the library.
1. The Valkyries are not yet a unit.
2. SJM only and specifically highlighted that Gwyn, despite the Rite, returned to living in the library. It was like "hey, remember all the talk Gwyn did about wanting to leave the library after two years? Yeah that's on hold a bit but keep that in mind". She didnt even add Emerie or the other priestesses to that sentence.
With Nesta being left with Gwydion to find out why the 8-pointed star was tattooed on her, I don't think the next book will start with "hey Elain take this sword and deal with it". Who are Nesta's main companions now? Gwyn and Emerie.
I'll be back to the Valkyries but let's just talk about Azriel for a bit.
It is so painfully obvious to me that Azriel is being handed the Illyrian plot on a golden platter. How big or small of a plot it is depends on SJM, but it's important based on the fact that she fleshed out the Illyrian's origins and tied them to the crossover AND making Truth-teller the knife of Enalius.
That is a big deal for an Illyrian like Azriel.
And I quote my friend Lacie on this, it is very poetic for Azriel to be the owner of the knife that originally belonged to the person who freed his own people from the Daglan's clutches, perhaps because he saw his people are more than just slaves to the Daglanâhow powerful would it be for Azriel, who loathes his own people, to parallel Enalius.
And for years some people were against Azriel dealing with this plot because he shouldn't make peace with his "abusers", its true his own family and some Illyrians failed him but he is condemning an entire population. Good people like Emerie and Balthazar. Even Rhys's mother, who had valid reasons to hate her people especially as a female, still made sure to make Rhysand connect with his Illyrian heritage and he even goes on to say that his mother didn't forget what they did to her but still loved her people.
If both Cassian and Rhysand (and by extension the author) continue to flag Azriel's hatred of the Illyrians as an issueâthen it is a damn big issue for it to be addressed repeatedly.
Okay so to address my final point about Gwyn and Azriel and how they can move the plot forward.
Now I didn't detail out much about what the next book will deal with because that's another post (and I already have a post on that).
All of our theories and predictions are based on information that is available to us. Saying Azriel and Gwyn cannot move the plot forward does not make any sense because the central plot is tied to multiple characters, Archeron or not.
If SJM wants to make a character move the next book's plot forward, she can do it because she's in control of the story. She's in control of the narrative. She's in control of the characters.
The characters are puppets and this is an unfinished story. If some characters would add more value and make for a more interesting story before the others, she can decide on that. If she wants to make Eris the protagonist of the next book, she can easily do that whether the fandom wants it or not.
Let me give you an example of minor characters that pushed the plot forward and became main characters: Yrene Towers and the Hind. These kind of arguments could've been used for them in HOEAB or HOSAB and Pre-TOD. Before HOSAB/HOFAS and TOD, could we have predicted that they would have played a crucial role before those books? Not likely because they had minimal appearances and were not part of the main cast. This is what I'm talking about.
You can't know how a character will contribute to a story until you see how it all unfolds. We can make guesses on the information we have which is why I believe three characters are likely to join the main cast: Gwyn, Emerie, and Eris.
Why is it so easy to accept that Emerie might be sharing a book with an original character like Mor but it's hard to comprehend the fact that Gwyn could also share a book with Azriel? Because Emerie showed up in ACOFAS? To me that's not really a strong argument based on Sarah's writing and what we have in the books, she doesn't really pick based on who showed up the earliest. Here's a good example: Hypaxia, who showed up earlier, didn't even get her own chapters but the Hind did.
And there's one argument I recall about how I need to rely on Nesta to have a plot focused on Gwyn or the Valkyries in the next book. Nesta's arc is clearly not over based on HOFAS, but does that mean she's getting a POV? Not necessarily. I don't think she is. Gwyn is the perfect candidate for us to see what's going on with Nesta post-HOFAS and how they all deal with the Valkyries and whatever Sarah will set up with them.
There is this whole Valkyrie/Illyrian conflict that could be triggered as a result of the Blood Rite, with Ramiel definitely being an important location to explore in the next book, we also have the Pegasi and the Prison and the implications of the crossover. It makes sense to have an Illyrian and a Valkyrie POV to deal with some plots in the next book.
"Gwyn contributes to nothing" we can't know until the book is out. How sure are we that maybe SJM won't connect her to the crossover by making her mysterious father a Worldwalker? Or Prince of Hel? Or an Asteri? Maybe I'm right maybe I'm wrong.
"But Koschei! And the Human Queens!" Koschei will always be a background player pulling on the strings until the final book as it's obvious he is the big bad in the series, unless someone even worse is revealed. But no one is dismissing Koschei or the Human Queens messing around.
Literally what's the point of the story or the fun elements of surprises or plot twists if you need Sarah to list down everything that the next books will deal with. That's not how a story develops to me. I don't need to know everything in advance to just know how it will go. That's like knowing spoilers early on and checking off with each book what happened and what didn't happen. I feel like it's close to how a lot of readers were disappointed with not having enough ACOTAR in HOFAS, because Sarah implied half of the book would be set in Prythian. So by the time the book came out and it wasn't that, people were vocal about it.
In my opinion, SJM set a good foundation for Gwyn's arc to build up on in ACOSF and her arc is not over. We won't get mentions of her still carrying the guilt of her sister's death or not leaving the library after she said she's sick of being there for two years without us seeing resolution for that. She wouldn't be in Azriel's bonus chapter if she is not involved with him.
To conclude, my reread still affirms to me that the next book with an Azriel/Gwyn book. Azriel is clearly being set in the forefront.
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Forsaken as a revenge story fascinates me but not because of anything really related to the revenge story itself but rather the context surrounding it. like, "revenge is wrong" stories are everywhere and almost expected at this point, and Forsaken is no different, really. Forsaken says going on this path of revenge will turn you into a monster, but... we as the player don't really care? And why should we! Uldren killed one of our favorite characters! And every expansion before this has us killing something, so it's not really out of the ordinary.
This feeling is especially reinforced by how much Bungie tried making the young wolf a self insert during y1 (which REALLY did not last long). We, the player (if you played d1/y1 anyway) are angry at Uldren for killing off the most popular character at the time. It's PERSONAL now. And sure, the ending does feel like we're kicking someone who's already down (Ghost says it himself: Uldren's already done for), but we got the bad guy! The end, right?
Nope! Our actions have immediate consequences! Ghost is scared for us. We have to watch Petra struggle with the events of Forsaken while trying to lead a city of people stuck in a perpetual 3 week loop. Mara is obviously not happy with us (and we know we have to deal with lightbearer Uldren at some point). We may not feel bad about killing Uldren, but it doesn't feel great either. And unlike most past Destiny expansions, Uldren isn't an obligatory unequivocally evil big bad alien we need to shoot because this is an fps, he's... just some guy we barely knew anything about before now. Sure, he was a dick to us, but watching his descent into madness throughout the campaign is downright uncomfortable. All our past enemies, in comparison, have been rather straightforward: they're trying to kill us? well we gotta kill them first.
Forsaken also marks a MAJOR tonal shift. It literally kills off the comedy relief. Every release after Forsaken has a noticeably more serious tone (and while humor isn't completely absent (Saint, Crow, Fynch, and Nimbus have their moments) Forsaken's story is a particularly dark one, and it seems to carry over the rest of the year as we first start to consider the "line between light and dark"). It was definitely much more noticeable at the time of release, but Cayde's death has an impact not only on the characters but the tone of the story overall (he is the perfect example of characters continuing to haunt the narrative imo) and clues us in as the audience that shit is about to get Real.
and what happens the next year? We find a Pyramid ship.
this post is kinda all over the place but MAN not a day goes by that I don't think about Forsaken and how good it is as a self contained story and as an expansion that sets up a lot of the major players leading up to final shape! it's not really controversial to say that Forsaken is one of destiny's best expansions (story wise at least I'm not touching that power grind with a 10 foot pole) but I feel like a lot of that sentiment comes from the fact that it came out after curse of osiris/warmind which. no hate to either of them but anything that came out after them would look really good in comparison.
anyway uhhh forsaken good uldren did nothing wrong (JOKE I feel like I have to specify this is a joke people have taken this statement from me seriously before)
#destiny 2#destiny#destiny the game#uldren sov#destiny 2 forsaken#petra venj#welcome tooooo arctic rambles about forsaken and doesn't even say everything they want to about it#(another post is inevitable. sorry)
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oh weâre still so young, desperate for attention
this was super experimental so i will talk about my process (+ clearer version) under the cut
iâve been looking at a lot of âmessierâ or more textured painting styles recently and an artist that stuck out to me is clariondeluna ! they posted a self-portrait recently that i really liked and i was super interested in the brushwork seen in their work. i love all the textures and how the shapes feel so loose yet everything is so detailed.
thatâs not a method for me at all!!!! i cannot paint like that at all and the stuff i like to paint is very different to theirs. which is okay!!!! i had no intention to copy this artists style so closely like with what i tried to do in my raiden painting, i just wanted to try this style out :^)
itâs been a goal of mine to avoid over-rendering like i tend to do a lot, and i think iâve been doing good with that recently! the mindset iâve got going on right now is that if i find myself staring at it too hard for too long, i have to leave it and move on. if thereâs still something wrong with it, i can fix it later once ive got a fresh view!
iâve been trying a lot of things with my art this year. i always try to challenge myself with each piece, and to end the year off i wanted to be as uncomfortable as i possibly could be with this painting. i let myself draw whatever i wanted because i still wanted to enjoy it, but everything i did in this process was new, including parts of the subject matter.
iâve never drawn a head at an angle like this, and i struggle with drawing mouths open. i donât do bold lighting like this, and if i do, itâs not fire. iâve never drawn fire! i also rarely work with warm colours and i hate using green, so i combined those to be my colour palette. i like working cleanly so instead of having a dozen different layers for one section, each section only had 1-2 layers for rendering. instead of clipping masks i would simply paint over things loosely and clean it up later. i never like having limbs cut off in a drawing so i had his other arm go GOD knows where. i donât like weird patterned backgrounds so i made myself figure out how to like it!
IS THIS MY FAVOURITE PIECE OF ALL TIME. no. absolutely not. but iâm very proud of how this came out with all the challenges i put on myself. i WANTED to get better at these things and be more broad with my art, both in terms of the styles and subjects i portray.
okay letâs talk about wtf this drawing is
for those who donât know, the design in this painting is my fatui/âFatherâ lyney fan design (read the design post here). the concept isnt super complicated and i donât really have much explanation for it, but i wanted to combine the story of how lyney wanted a delusion before getting his vision, fire eating circus acts and how olympic medalists will bite their medal to prove itâs real??? donât quote me on that iâm like 75% sure thatâs a thing that happens. i donât watch sports though so im just believing someone i heard on the internet ages ago.
anyways. i think fire eating acts are cool. and i think the fact that lyney wanted a delusion is very interesting to me. scratches my brain in the right places. and yk as a magician lyneys character revolves a lot around fooling people and creating illusions so i guess what im saying here is that lyney is trying to prove to himself that this power heâs been bestowed is real. bc his whole life his only constant has been lynette so he is trying to see if he can trust this new power. cause i guess this is an alternate universe where lyney does eventually become âFatherâ but he never got his vision ??? idk im not making lore for this i just wanted to dress up this funny little guy.
ok iâm done
thanks for reading
hereâs my dog
#my art#fanart#genshin impact#genshin fanart#lyney#genshin lyney#lyney fanart#digital art#artists on tumblr#artists of tumblr
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Thinking Fourth Dimensionally - Neville Goddard
âThe condition which I desired and assumed that I had, becomes objectified within my world and bears witness to the power of my assumption.â
Summary: think outside the boundaries of the 3D world. Think beyond the things that have happened in the physical world, what could happen, what's possible. Think outside of reason, the rules of the world, think outside of logic. Allow your desires to be impossible, magical, and instant. Allow yourself to be free from the constrictions of what life has taught you it is.
Concepts Discussed: The Inner world, Self-Concept, The 4D, Instant manifestation, The Carnal Mind: The conscious mind, The Mind of Christ: The subconscious mind, The sabbath, and The importance of your inner world (mental diet).
The conscious mind is strapped by reason and the 3D world.
It can only experience the present moment as reality
Because it is physically in front of you and you can experience it, it feels more real than anything else (but it isn't).
The past only feels like an illusion and the future doesnât exist yetÂ
It does not think that it can access or change the past or future
The 4D is the subconscious mind.
In here, the past, present, and future are all happening at the same time, now.
Leave the 3D alone and take time to nurture the 4D, your inner world.Â
When you go into your imagination and create a new reality there, you are effectively changing your state. By assuming the wish fulfilled and walking in that assumption (thinking from and acting as if), you will be persisting in that state.
âA concrete reality, displaced in timeâ
5th Chapter of the Gospel of Mark (3 stories)
âBe not afraid, only believeâ
Fear is the absence of faith.
To be fearful is to go against your belief in the law of assumption, in your own belief in yourself.
âAre you living in the dead past?â
The past no longer exists at this moment. It is completely changeable and it has no power over you now. The only way you can give it power is by assuming that the past is immovable and unchangeable. Your own assumptions based on your past are what are holding you back.
âIf you are living among the dead, your prejudices, your superstitions, and your false beliefs that you keep alive are the tombstones behind which you hide.â
When you refuse to let go of the old man, state, beliefs, and assumptions you have carried with you for so long, you refuse to change your inner reality. If you do not change your inner reality, you won't change your outer reality.
The 4D reveals a new approach to life.
Dying to the old state and resurrecting to the new state is how you change yourself.
Think outside the boundaries of the senses.Â
Don't allow yourself to be stuck within the laws and rules of logic and reason.
Get rid of limitations.
Cleanse your mind of your former concept of self
âAs your mind is cleansed of your former concept of self, you assume you are what you want to be, and remaining faithful to this assumption, you give form to your assumption.â
âBut now having assumed that I AM what formerly I desired to be, I cannot continue desiring what I AM conscious of being. So I do not discuss it. I talk to no one concerning what I AM. It is so obvious to me that I AM what I wanted to be that I walk as though I were.â
You stay true and faithful to your assumption and then you walk through life as though you have it. THINK FROM IT.
âWhen you do become cleansed and you are free, then the womb, your own mind is automatically healed. It becomes the prepared ground where seeds, your desires, can take root and grow into manifestation.â
Die to your old state, feed your mind for your new state, tell no one, walk in that assumption, and persist.
âThings I am not attentive to fade and wither within my world, regardless of what they are.â
Since you created everything in your experience, you have the ability to remove your attention from them.
âThey are not born and then remain unfed. I gave them birth by reason of the fact that I became conscious of being them. When I embody them within my world that is not the end. That is the beginning. Now I am a mother who must keep alive this state by being attentive to it.âÂ
By removing your attention from what is undesirable in your life, you are starving it.Â
Things in your life are fed by attention. Remove your attention from that which you do not desire and turn your attention on that which you love.
Your attention must remain on your new state
Do not revert back, only feed your desired state.
âClose the door to your sensesâ
The 3D world is merely a reflection. It is not the source. It is not concrete and immovable. It is not unchangeable. The 4D world is the true source. Imagination is the source.Â
So, close the door to the physical world and move only in your imagination. Grant yourself your desires, become who you desire to be, and leave reason, limitations, judgment, and other peopleâs opinions out of there. Here, anything is possible. Anything can happen and you can have anything you desire, no matter how unattainable it may seem. Think about it right now. In your mind, you can have all the money in the world, and you can bring anything you desire into existence. You can have anyone you want, You can be successful and loved and revered. You can love and be loved. You can be anywhere in the universe that you can possibly imagine. You can literally close your eyes and imagine yourself on the moon and it would take absolutely no effort on your part. In imagination, all things are yours and all things are possible. This is the source from which all things in the physical 3D world come from. So, if you truly allow yourself to create, to be, and to give yourself anything you desire, then your 3D world can reflect a magical world filled with all your desires fulfilled.Â
âI no longer look for confirmation. I completely deny the evidence of my senses, which mock my assumption and do not discuss with others whether my assumption is possible or not.â
You donât look for confirmation, you donât ask anyone (even yourself) if itâs possible. It is possible because you said itâs possible. And thatâs that. Be stern with yourself. Begin standing up for yourself, your desires, and your imagination. You deserve to have your 3D reflect to you exactly what you want. No less.Â
âI shut out of that state everything that would deny itâ = You literally ignore anything that would go against your desire. You have to be so stubborn. You have to be like a spoiled child, denying anything that does not exactly align with what you want. You donât take no for an answer, you donât allow it to half-manifest, and you definitely donât allow âsignsâ and âsmall manifestationsâ to come. You donât settle for anything less than you deserve, which is everything you desire, down to the smallest detail.Â
Creation is manâs I AM
We were always meant to be creators.
Manâs consciousness is GOD. There is no other power out there.
Are you free of conditions?
âDo you believe now that you, without the assistance of another, need only assume that you are what you want to be, to make that assumption real within your world? Or do you believe that you must first fulfill a certain condition imposed upon you by the past, that you must be of a certain order, or a certain something?â
Ask yourself this: are you truly allowing yourself to be the sole power of your experience? Do you truly believe that you can have, be, and experience anything you desire? Do you actually think that you don't need to do anything except imagine yourself as you wish to be and it will come? Or are you still reasoning, doubting, and conditioning?
SELF-CONCEPT
âOf what are you conscious of being?â
Neville begins talking about the importance of the self-concept.
Everything you experience comes from you. Your entire world and reality is created by you. Are you ready to completely accept that everything is coming from imagination?
âAlthough you cannot see your objective with the limited focus of your three-dimensional mind, you are now that which you have assumed you are. Walk in that assumption and remain faithful to it.â
Even if you canât see your desire immediately manifested in the physical world, you ARE what you have assumed. Your assumptions, beliefs, and manifestations are true and real. You continue to remain faithful to these new assumptions, this new conception of self, so that it can show itself to you in the physical world. It must be made manifest, there is no exception. If you assume something, and persist in that assumption, it MUST manifest and reflect in the outer world.
âI alone possess the power of the first person.â
I AM - only able to refer to myself. It is a first-person experience as GOD. This is your reality. Your own personal world and experience. Only you can manifest for yourself.Â
âNo man can get in [the pool] before youâ
No one can take your manifestations from you
No one can beat you to manifesting something or someone
Itâs only you
The Sabbath
âWhen you are not at all concerned about the opinion of others, when you walk as though you were, you cannot raise one finger to make it so, you are in the Sabbath.â
âI cannot be concerned as to how it will be, and still say I AM conscious of being itâ
You are not truly in the state of having what you desire if you are still worrying about how it will come to you.
You would know that you are in the Sabbath if you are no longer questioning.
Because if you already had it, you wouldnât be concerned about any conditions, because you already have it. If you find yourself in confusing thought patters regarding your manifestations, ask yourself this question: If you already had it, would you be thinking like this?
The Story of the Woman of Samaria
Harvest happens now, not in a period of time
Your imagination gives you fulfillment immediately
You can think of anything and it comes to mind instantly. There are no conditions, reasons, steps, there is no how. You donât have to do anything but bring it to mind. That is manifestation. Thatâs all.
The well of everlasting quenched thirst
This refers to your imagination. There is no thirst or hunger in imagination because you can instantly imagine yourself fulfilled. If you are thirsty, you can imagine yourself drinking water. If you are hungry, you can imagine yourself eating anything you desire. If you desire something, you can instantly bring it about in imagination. There is no wait for harvest in imagination, only instant fulfillment.
Your subconscious mind âSees [your desires] as now in a dimensionally larger world, existing now, taking place now.â It has ways that are outside the limitations of the 3D mind, the conscious mind that you have access to. Allow it to do what it was made for.
âYour five senses impregnate you morning, noon, and night with their limitationsâÂ
You are constantly bombarded with the limitations, reasons, rules, and opinions in the 3D world. It takes effort to remove yourself from this cycle and allow yourself freedom from this. They âdictate to you that which you must accept as true.â
Basically, your 3D world is trying to gaslight you into thinking that you have no power.Â
The story of feeding the ducks (mental diet)
âMan is a psychological being, a thinker.â
âIt is not what he feeds upon physically, but what he feeds upon mentally that he becomes. We become the embodiment of that which we mentally feed upon.â
The mental diet is extremely important. If you truly want to live a dream life, you need to create a world in your mind that is aligned with the fulfillment of your desires. Manifestation is not only about getting one thing you desire and then going back to the life you were living previously. It is about changing completely.
Notice your thought patterns, notice what you are assuming and imagining and change those things that do not align with your fulfilled desires.
Abdullah and BarbadosÂ
Now this is the most famous Neville story there is and, unless youâre new here, youâve heard it a thousand times.Â
âYou are in Barbadosâ
Neville was unemployed, lived in a tiny room in New York, and he wanted to go to Barbados.
Abdullah tells Neville, âAs you walk through this door now you are not walking on 72nd Street, you are walking on palm lined streets, coconut lined streets; this is Barbados. Do not ask me how you are going to go. You are in Barbados. You do not say âhowâ when âare there.â You are there. Now you walk as though you were there.â
He kept repeating to Neville that he was already in Barbados, when he would complain that he had no money, âyou are in Barbadosâ he would complain that heâs no closer to getting there âyou are in Barbadosâ he asked how he would get there, âYou are in Barbados.â That is all he would say. Because thatâs all he needed. To believe he was already there. And once he did, everything aligned, and he went to Barbados. His family members begged him to come, gave him money for clothes and essentials he needed, his brother would pay for his entire trip, and then he somehow got into 1st class because somehow there had been a cancellation. He didnât even move a finger to get all of this done for him. He didnât even ask his brother for help. It simply happened.
âYou are in Barbados, Neville. You want to be there; wherever you want to be, there you are. Live as though you are and that you shall be.â - Abdullah
âI was identified with the feeling of being there. I slept as though I were there, and the entire behavior of man was molded in harmony with my assumption.â
Identify with your fulfilled wish
âFeast on the idea [your fulfilled desire], become identified with the idea as though you were already that embodied state. Walk in the assumption that you are what you want to be. If you feast on that and remain faithful to that mental diet, you will crystallize it. You will become it in this world.â
Identify that which you desire to have in life (or who you desire to be), walk as though it is already true, assume it as your new state, and stick to your mental diet.
âSuspend judgment, refuse to accept what reason and the senses now dictate, and if you remain faithful to the new diet, you will become the embodiment of the ideal to which you remain faithful.â
You need to ignore anything that does not completely align with your fulfilled desire.Â
Logic and reason do not exist in imagination. The 4D world does not follow these rules. The 3D is lying to you by telling you that you are constricted within conditions.
âTo oneâs imagination all things are possible.â
âThe dimensionally greater self took my assumption as the commandâ
Your 4D self, your inner man, is only there to take commands.Â
What you assume to be in your conscious mind and persist in, will be taken as a command by the 4D self and then manifested into the 3D.
Neville mentions that the only way you can genuinely believe in the law is by testing it. Don't simply listen to his lectures, read blog posts, and watch videos about the law of assumption. Actually apply the knowledge.
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At the end of the day the only validation is you. Stop looking for validation from others because everyone has their own perspective, and journey in life. If you want someone back, stop listening to people telling you âwhy would you want them back, or youâre better off without themâ they donât see or understand your heart & vision. Yes, you could have anyone you want, but you are choosing SP for a reason. You are able to create the perfect relationship with anyone you want. If you want something you donât need a long explanation for wanting it, you simply want it because you do and thatâs good enough. You donât have to work hard to become a millionaire. Stop letting other peopleâs limiting beliefs become your limiting beliefs or get in the way of getting what you want. Just because someone says something is impossible doesnât mean itâs true for you. Let people stay in limiting mindsets & you be free in the mentality that everything is possible. Whatever you want is possible because you want it. Stop being part of the loop đ where so many people are stuck & programmed to stay in. Start living outside the box, living your dream life. No dream is too impossible. This is also what it means to live in your authentic self, you stop listening to others and start to listen to your inner self. You are the only writer of your story, donât let others change your narrative to something you donât want. As we are in the âAge of information / knowledgeâ there is so much information we have access to but you get to decide what is true for you and what isnât. I say this because in the spiritual & religious communities people have the idea that âthings are meant to happen if they areâ or âit will happen if itâs gods willâ or saying things like âpeople have free will and itâs bad to mess with their free willâ or you have to wait on divine timing, or astrological timing isnât right or it will manifest in a bad way it wonât last, blah blah blah. I donât mean to be rude or put anyone down because I once believed in all this until I realized I am the god of my reality and if I believe it, it made it real. When you call your power back you realize things only have power because you gave it the power to become so, you realize you give meaning to everything so stop putting so much limitations on yourself and break away from all that doesnât serve you or simply decide what meaning you want to give it. Iâm not saying you have to stop learning about astrology or break away from religion/ spirituality do whatever you want & believe what you want just be aware of any limiting beliefs and stick to what helps you. YOU have the power to make things be true, you give it the meaning you want.
This image shows how many things can be true at once, it all comes down to individual perspective. You see things as you are, whatever you believe & see as true will be true for you.
You donât have to resonate or agree with what I say because from my perspective what I say is true based on my experience. We as humans are constantly changing our perspective, what I say now past versions of me may of not agreed or believed what I say. All you gotta do is believe in yourself & be your own validation.
xoxo, the cosmic angel âïžđȘœ
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danmei list that no one asked for (long post incoming)
ok so I've accumulated a pretty decent list of danmei that aren't as well known and I want to talk about them!! so here we go! these aren't in any particular order btw
Nan Chan
an aloof, listless immortal and a very hungry caterpillar fish demon go on an adventure to retrieve a runaway bell đ. and also they both have amnesia. CUE ANGSTY BACKSTORY REVEAL!!!! đȘđȘđȘ
I'm sure it's to no ones surprise that this is first because I'm a SLUT for nan chan. if nan chan has one fan it is ME and if there r no fans I am DEAD!! I love this novel so much it has the perfect combination of painful angst and sweet sweet lovin' !! the main couple's relationship makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside đ„șđđ (probably because I am a touch love language girly and these bitches be touching!!!) and I LOVE the characters sm. especially my little meow meow Jing Lin and his adorable little stone figure. I live for the interactions between Cang Ji and the stone figure! it may be a little difficult to read the first time around since the plot gets a little convoluted but it all makes sense in the end! 10/10 really recommend!!
How to Survive as a Villain
transmigration plot! rich ceo gets transported to a novel as the villain emperor and gets buddy buddy with the novel's MC so he doesn't get killed. ends up buddying too close to the sun and accidentally becomes the leading lady. drama ensues!
this is another favorite of mine!! this one is another good mix of angst and romance and the MC is so funny and likeable. there are also two cute side couples which is always fun! (one of them is f/f so it gets extra brownie points with međ€) its also not too complicated which makes it great for casual reading ^^ p.s. this one has an official eng tl now! its being published thru rosmei (like nanchan) so it has to be ordered thru a 3rd party distributor but I think its worth reading đ
Living to Suffer/ Till Death Do Us Part
living to suffer: ancient wuxia style prequel where the characters meet as a humble doctor and member of a demonic sect and their fate intertwines. this one has a BE
till death do us part: early to mid 1900s setting sequel. the reincarnated characters meet again as a elementary school teacher and rich playboy and face the struggles of having a relationship. this one has a bittersweet ending
THIS...... OK THESE NOVELS... let me tell you something. this made me SOB. oh my god especially the ending of TDDUP. I saw a review saying "I honestly could believe there lived a Shen Liangsheng and a Ch'in Ching, and that they fell in love..." and hard agree because something about this story felt so real?? which made it all the more intriguing and heartbreaking!! its set around the time of the japanese invasion of china and the cultural revolution so it does talk a lot about politics but it wasn't a difficult read imo. BUT BE WARNED! there is a LOT of smut. (not rly vanilla either..) and the relationship does get pretty toxic at times đŹ but it gets better by the end of the book and the toxicity actually does add to the story and character development. if u give it a try please read the prequel (living to suffer) first!
After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General
a deputy prime minister MC who's powerful, high-maintenance, and hated by the public is arranged to marry a laid-back general who is much loved and praised (but also rumored to be cursed!). this is an arranged marriage + enemies to lovers novel
I'm actually in the middle of rereading this one rn đ. I think this one is also good for casual reading since it isn't very complicated. in the beginning the interactions between the main couple r rly funny because they just clash all day long lol. its also got a little angst sprinkled in đđ I did see some reviews saying that the MC is not likeable since he does some kinda bad things and he's stuck up but I still liked him idk đ I feel like his flaws made him more interesting
Married Thrice to Salted Fish
a doctor MC who only wishes to study medicine (and poison oop) gets arranged to marry a guy whos dying. turns out that guy has been taken over by a transmigrator! transmigrator ML then proceeds to die and come back as someone else.. more than once đ
if you love a couple that schemes together then this is the novel for you! the MC in this book kinda reminds me of the MC from the book I mentioned right above. (these titles too long man đ
) I found the repeated "reincarnation" plot to be pretty interesting. the interactions between the couple were pretty amusing as well and since the ML is from modern times he randomly uses modern slang. MC even picks some lingo up from him loll
Xiao Jiu
about a 9th prince MC whos trying to win the heart of the emperor's cold and aloof bodyguard! call him the prince of rizz because it works eventually đ this is an age gap romance with a smidge of angst and political drama
this a short and sweet story! the ML is described as cold a lot but he actually becomes rly sweet and warm later on so he isn't one of those stone faced characters. I don't have much else to say about this besides "its cute, I like it" đ
Guanshan Muyu
wife-chasing crematorium story! it's about a outlaw MC who's kidnapped by the very guy who betrayed him. ML wants to win MC's heart back but issues from the past cause a bunch of misunderstandings :( but it is a happy ending!!
man.... I haven't read a wife-chasing crematorium story before this and I was not prepared for the amount of ANGST. basically everyone is miserable for the entire damn time! đđđ but that's not to say it wasn't a good story!! all the suffering made the ending feel even sweeter đ„° if you cry easily maybe keep a pack of tissues on hand when you read this đ
I wrote this in my notes app while reading and I feel like it summarizes the ML pretty well bahaha đ
"qi yan: my girl is mad at me. I hope I die"
Itâs Not Easy Being a Master
transmigrator becomes the villainous shizun in a novel he read and attempts to avoid a bad ending but *gasp* the novels MC (ML) has been reborn with all the past memories!! MC tries to get close to ML while ML is like wtf is going on ! seems like a typical "transmigrated as a villain" type plot until suddenly it's not... đđ
this one was rly fun! there's a big plot twist that I found rly interesting and unique! very fresh!! fresh produce!! đ„đ«đ„đ
I also like the MC a lot he had a rly silly personality hehe. I think this novel is good for people who like solving mysteries alongside the characters since a lot of hints are dropped throughout
Golden Stage/ Terrace
arranged marriage between a court dog and a general who's become phsyically disabled. everyone knows that the two HATE each other... but do they really? đ no, it's not an enemies to lovers, but the other characters seem to think so! đ€
great novel!! very good!! I love the dynamic between the main couple! they love to banter so their interactions are entertaining. there's a bit of political plot but it's nothing too complicated and the angst is minimal. I also like that one of the main characters is a ambulatory wheelchair user. this one also has a official eng tl now but I'm not sure from which publishing house
Sharing Rain and Dew
MC whos staying in the palace dies a painful death but then gets reborn several months in the past. he spends his time stressing about his impending death but for some reason the Emperor has suddenly become super clingy and doting
this one is very very short, only 5 chapters + 3 extras, but it's quite funny and cute. despite being so short the story is actually pretty interesting? good for a quick, casual read
list over!! I have a few more but this is already too long of a post đ I hope someone can find this helpful for some reading recs!
#danmei#reading recommendations#danmei recs#i didn't proofread this so if you see errors LOOK AWAYY#nan chan#how to survive as a villain#golden stage#golden terrace#living to suffer#til death do us part#guanshan muyu#after being forced to marry the evil star general#married thrice to salted fish#xiao jiu#its not easy being a master#sharing rain and dew
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Hi, if you're okay with this request. can I ask for, How would hazbin hotel characters Alastor, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, and Lucifer react to finding out their lover/darling s/o is stuck in a contract with a demon all because they made one mistake back then which was protecting the person they thought that was their friend make a big mistake. S/o decides to take their place and sign the contract and the person they thought that was their friend wasn't and they just used them for their amusement. When s/o tells them, s/o breaking down crying all because of one past mistake they did.
Who s/o is stuck in the contract with:
Alastor: s/o stuck in a contract with Vox.
Angel Dust: s/o stuck in a contract with Aleister.
Sir Pentious: s/o stuck in a contract with Velvette.
Lucifer: s/o stuck in a contract with Alistair.
Headcanons Deal with a demon
đ· Angel Dust x Reader đ
Angel has known you for a long time, but he didn't expect that when Alastor showed up at the hotel, you'd be there too. He saw the irritation on your face when you were talking to radio demon and didn't understand the reason for it, but you were glad that Angel was also at the hotel. He was like a ray of sunshine to you
You worked at the hotel along with Niffty and Husk, but Angel didn't understand why you were doing what Alastor instructed you to do. It wasn't until late at night, when you were spending time watching a movie together, that he asked you about your relationship with Alastor. You lowered your head and quietly confessed that you had made a deal with him
You told me that you had a person whom you considered a friend. This person was supposed to make a deal with Alastor, but in the end, you became the one who made the deal. As it soon turned out, your friend didn't consider you that way. You were just a distraction and this person disappeared from your life shortly after the deal was made. By the end of your story, you were crying. It was still hard for you to remember that
Angel hugged you. He knew what it was like to be bound by a contract. You were both in that boat and he wasn't going to leave you alone with your problem. Maybe he didn't know how to break your deal with Alastor, but Angel was going to be there so you didn't have to go through it alone
đ» Alastor x Reader đ
Alastor didn't let many people get close enough to him, and that made you special to him, because he let you into his life. However, more and more often you went somewhere and came back tired. He didn't know the reason for this, so he sent some of his henchmen shadows to follow you. He was not pleased with the results. You went to Vox and he didn't know the reason for it
When you returned, you felt Alastor's attentive gaze on you. You didn't know that he found out your secret, but Alastor said that you need to have a serious conversation. His words worried you, and you were even more worried when he said that he had found out your little secret. When he said that he found out that you were going to Vox, you couldn't stand it and cried. This was not what Alastor expected
Through tears, you told him that you didn't want this, that if it was your will, you wouldn't have gone to him for the world. But you made a deal with him. You took the place of what you thought was your friend who dumped you shortly after, and now your soul is in Vox's hands. There was no turning back for you
Alastor could feel the anger starting to flare up in him, but he wasn't going to show it to you. He had plans that you weren't supposed to know about. To begin with, Alastor was going to find out who you made the deal with Vox for, and then find a way to break this deal. He had to find a gap in this deal, at least a small loophole, so that Vox would no longer have power over you
đSir Pentious x Reader đ©
Sir Pentious knew that you worked for Velvette, but he was sure that you were working for her of your own free will. However, when you both started staying at the hotel, he noticed that every time you had to go to work, you looked like you were going to your own execution. It bothered him a lot, but he didn't know how best to ask you about it
When you returned to the hotel tired again, Sir Pentious asked you why you wouldn't quit since this job is so hard. You sighed heavily and told him that you work for Velvette not because you want to, but because you made a deal with her and now you have to do what she tells you
You told him about how a person you thought was your friend was going to make a deal with her, but you didn't want to let that happen. That's why you made a deal with Velvette. It soon became clear that your friend thought you were just entertainment and you made a deal for the sake of a person who actually treated you with indifference
When he looked at you, he saw tears in your eyes. Sir Pentious hugged you. He felt tears welling up in the corners of his eyes as well. He was offended that you were so betrayed and he wanted to help you, even though he didn't know how. But at least he wanted to be there to give you moral support
đ Lucifer Morningstar x Reader đ
Lucifer was well aware that some demons who were born in Hell made deals with humans. It was not surprising to him that sinners also began to make deals with other sinners. He didn't get involved in it and didn't think about it much until he met you. You were one of the sinners who worked at his daughter's hotel and you and Lucifer got along well. However, there was something that you were often stressed about
Alastor often assigned you different jobs and Lucifer did not understand why radio demon fancied himself your boss. That's why he decided to ask you about it. At first you were silent, but then you still told him that you had made a deal with Alastor, which at that time seemed to you the right choice. But you were wrong and regretted it, but you couldn't do anything anymore
You had a friend who was going to make a deal with Alastor, but instead of a friend, you made this deal. As it turned out, your friend used you and now you have been abandoned, betrayed, and you were bound by a deal with Alastor. By the end of your story, you were crying and Lucifer was trying to calm you down. It was hard for him to see your tears
Lucifer had never broken other people's deals before, even though he knew for sure that he could do it. But now he had a reason to do it. He didn't want you to suffer because of this deal, so he wanted to set you free, because who but the king of Hell had power over souls and the deals that bound them. At least sometimes, he could take advantage of his position
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Creation Powers, Memories, & Time Travel
Will has creation powers and he's the main component in time travel, the Montauk book (confirmed inspiration for ST) proves it. This is yet another addition to the memory time travel theory.
Important posts to read before this one:
The Upside Down is stuck on multiple days
Will traveled into the Wheeler house memory when he was kidnapped
In "The Montauk Project: Experiments in Time," a man named Duncan Cameron has a set of powers, one of which is the ability to create things out of thin air. He would create objects, even buildings, using his mind. Later on, they discovered that time travel was possible because of the creation powers. Duncan would think of a time period, his creation powers would activate, and a portal to that time period would appear. As long as he concentrated, the time tunnel would stay open and stable.
Ring any bells? This is just like Max's memory travel. She focused on a memory and was able to make her mind look like that memory. When she was distracted by Vecna, her memory travel couldn't be achieved. This is likely how time travel will occur in the show.
Max thought she made El. She's making things. Not thinking, making. Max made the Snow Ball a real, physical location somewhere...
Shadowfell, the DnD dimension that's the inspiration for the Upside Down, is described as a timeless dimension. Like Shadowfell, time doesn't function in the Upside Down and this is why it seems stuck in 1983. It's just a transitional plane between the real world and Dimension X. This plane can be tapped into using the mind. This is why El and Vecna can open gates to the Upside Down using psychic connection.
The Montauk book describes one of the time periods they traveled to as: "Everything was stationary, not unlike a dream state. There were no signs of life." If you told me that this was a canon description of the Upside Down, I wouldn't doubt it for a second. A lifeless place stuck in time.
When Max traveled into her memory, her mind connected with the Upside Down and replicated her memory there, creating the Snow Ball decorations we see in the UD at the end of s2 (read this post).
El said that they're all time travelers. Yeah, they definitely are. Max was able to time travel through her memories despite her lack of powers. Emotions impact time. Why would that be? Because time travel is linked to their brains, their emotions.
Max's memory time travel was possible because of her emotions. She wanted to be somewhere happy, to hide in the light. But when Vecna interrupted her with upsetting images, it no longer worked. Emotions change time!
So how does Will factor into this? As I've theorized before, he tried to travel into a happy memory (the Wheeler house) when he got kidnapped and this changed the appearance of the Upside Down. He then continued to memory hop to hide. How? Creation powers.
The inspiration for Will's look in s1 says all I need to say. His outfit is based on Marty McFly, a time traveler, and Bastian Bux, a kid who created a world using his imagination. Back to the Future and The Neverending Story are huge influences on the show and they're directly referencing them through Will for a reason. Will is time traveling through imagination. And his imagination is becoming real... creation powers.
The longer Bastian stayed in the imagination world, the less he would remember about his real self. Sounds similar to what happened to Will in s2, doesn't it? As Will is caught between the two worlds, he loses himself. He loses his memories.
The first thing that really clues Nancy into the state of the UD is her study cards. Cards that she had to memorize. These cards instantly send her into a memory of her and Steve. Before we even know what's happening, we are being shown memories. Then she looks at the journal, where she emphasizes Will's disappearance before relating it to the gate. Memories -> stuck in time -> Will.
In an interview with Chris Trujillo, the production designer for ST, he says that the UD is stuck in time because El created a snapshot of Hawkins when she opened the first gate. This would be a pretty crazy thing to reveal before it's directly discussed in the show. That's why I think he's lying. People who work on ST have a history of lying to cover up plot points (cough cough "Will isn't gay"), so I wouldn't be surprised if this were the case! Ross Duffer himself said that the reason why the UD is stuck when Will went missing has yet to be answered.
So that pretty much rules out the UD just being stuck because El opened a gate there. They wouldn't just give that away. But we have yet another mention of Will's disappearance being related to the reason for the freeze. Thank you, Ross Duffer.
Anyways, Nancy runs downstairs and she can't get her mind off of Will. They hear Dustin on the other side and Nancy says "Will found a way" to speak through the lights. It's really just Will, Will, Will once they find out that the UD is stuck in time! He is the reason!
Ok back to the Montauk book. The book mentions time tunnels. They would take samples from the environment of these tunnels to experiment on, just like the lab did in s2. It's a reference! The tunnels that extend from the main UD gate have something to do with time travel. They're portals. This is why Hopper loses track of time after investigating the tunnel-related rot at the farm.
The tunnels in the Montauk book were also related to "Seeing Eye" experiments done on Duncan Cameron. The discovery of his creation powers led to experiments where he would try to see through the eyes of other people. In these time tunnels, people would feel an intense energy related to a higher intelligence. They wanted to harness this energy so Duncan could practice mind control.
Who was able to see through the eyes of the Upside Down tunnels because of mind control again? Will.
Will's tunnel connection is a reference to Duncan Cameron. The Mind Flayer was seeing through Will's eyes, but Will was also able to see through the Mind Flayer's eyes.
His power is literally called "now-memories." The UD tunnels not only relate to time travel, but also memories! This is telling us that memories will unlock time travel. Will was using some sort of creation power like Duncan to make his memories become physical locations in the Upside Down in s1. This creation power would be impacted by emotions like the other powers are, linking this back to the "emotions change time" sentiment El mentions.
The time travelers in Montauk would be recorded, much like how the lab was recording and tracking stuff within the UD. Will's Halloween video also recorded UD weirdness. The time on the camera starts at 8:15 even though the original recording said it was 8:03. Will's Mind Flayer vision was him actually traveling into the UD, making this different from Vecna's visions. It was real.
Will's visions in s2 do have something in common with Vecna visions, though. They're related to memories! Vecna would take the memories of his victims and alter them to fit his agenda. Will was both physically traveling into the UD and experiencing a memory because the UD is both. That's why the camera changed times. He was time traveling through a memory.
If it's true that Max's mind connected with Will's during the piggyback (read here), then that may be why Max was able to change the UD with her memory travel. Will has the creation powers to change the UD and when her mind tapped into his, he accidentally made her memory come true in that dimension too.
But how can this time travel be used? The UD is just a snapshot of the memories, not the actual time period.
When El went into Max and Billy's memories, she was just a spectator. She couldn't be seen by anyone there or interact with them because this is basically a recording of the time. This memory travel is different from the one Max experienced and the one that is changing the UD's appearance.
So what if they... combine? This conversation feels like code to me. Robin found the girl of her dreams (El found Max in her memory) while Steve goes on a million dates (Will memory traveled to a bunch of different dates in s1) without achieving what they want. And to really hammer in that this is secretly about Will: the movie they're standing in front of came out on March 22nd... Will's birthday. So Will and El need to combine in order for the time travel to actually take them into a new time.
El can travel into memories that include people. Will can create memories into real locations without people. If they combine their powers, they may be able to create people in these memories too, making the time travel substantial enough to matter. I believe this was foreshadowed when El used happy memories to bring Max back to life.
This also gives the Mind Flayer/Vecna a motive. He said that when he kills people, they aren't really dead, they're still with him in his mind. The more minds he collects, the more memories he has. He just needs Will by his side to make these memories a reality, allowing him to travel to as many time periods and locations as he wants. Memory time travel could very well be the reason why birthdaygate exists. If Will has no powerful memories to travel to, he can't harness time travel. Vecna may be interfering with his memories to keep that power at bay.
I recommend reading @conflictofthemindâs post about Montaukâs time loop as well. Will already has a memory of the USS Eldridge and this could be how he travels there in the future. He uses that memory (or is forced to by Vecna) to both start and end the time loop. Willâs memory of the ship being because of a memory really ties in the time loop implications.
So there you have it. Memories and emotions are heavily linked to time travel throughout the show and this time travel has already been unlocked before. Will Byers is one of many characters inspired by Duncan Cameron, so he is likely the owner of creation powers. The constant mention of memories surrounding Will (birthdaygate) is another hint for memory time travel occurring thanks to Will!
#sorry about all the linked posts but it had to be done#will byers#stranger things theory#will's mind theory#<- not really but yes really#montauk book#max mayfield#el hopper#byler
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