#curse my ginger genes

[music-for-them-asses]

I had fun today!! I got sunburned all over 😩 And ofc people had their stupid waterproof speakers and were blasting shitty music the whole time. But other than that, we had a good time!!

[mclqren]

GOOD LUCK CHARM ★ OP81

PAIRING ✦ oscar piastri x fem!sainz!reader

SUMMARY ✦ oscar has been dating his opponent's sister since his f2 days, and while carlos seemingly disapproves, no one can deny that she is the good luck charm. [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing, like one joke about biting someone, some hate comments towards the end

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader is spanish. i have used various brunette faceclaims from pinterest, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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user1 DREAM LIFESTYLEEE!!

user2 oh y/n you are so so perfect

user3 the sainz genes are absolute perfection MWAH

yourbsf te amo, mi mejor amiga 💗💗

yourusername te amo mucho ❤️

user4 the way her feed is like a pinterest board is so comforting to me

oscarpiastri missing you ☹️☹️

yourusername im gonna be there for monaco baby dont worry ❤️❤️

user5 PARENTS

oscarpiastri im a lucky guy 😍

carlossainz55 and dont you ever forget that.

yourusername carlos 😐😐

carlossainz55 older brother duties, y/n!

iamrebeccad gorgeous girl 💘

yourusername all you, angel ❤️

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oscarpiastri YOU'RE HERE???

yourusername um YES???

oscarpiastri WHY DIDN'T YOU MESSAGE ME SOONER

yourusername I DID??? CHECK MESSAGES.

imessages ( oscar )

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yourusername monaco nights 🌃🌃

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user6 miss y/n WOWWW!!

user7 so so jealous i wish i was in monaco rn ☹️

user8 don't we all 😢😢

alexandrasaintmleux most gorgeous ever 😍

yourusername ALEX I LOVE YOU 💋

alexandrasaintmleux MWAHHH 💋

carlossainz55 mi hermana ❤️❤️

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oscarpiastri 😍

carlossainz55 😐

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yourusername so like...we're all somehow connected now? 😬 (to avoid jealousy issues i posted all three of them)

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user9 TWO LECLERCS & A SAINZ ON THE PODIUM

user10 HAHAHA SO TRUE

user11 the way y/n is in on the joke now 🤣

user12 okay but y/n and alex's friendship makes me melt

user13 both of them are princesses 🩷

oscarpiastri the caption 😐

carlossainz55 usually i wouldn't agree, but y/n...

yourusername so the caption did a good thing then, yes? 😁

charles_leclerc 😁❤️

yourusername was about to call you my brother from another mother, but given the recent adoption of my boyfriend i don't think i can legally say that anymore.

oscarpiastri whoops? 🤷

user14 Y/N 😭😭

alexandrasaintmleux my girl 🩷

yourusername forever and ever and ever ♾️

landonorris so where was my post when i won...?

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yourusername need a ginger cat in my life so bad 🐈

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user15 is she back in spain? 👀

user16 well the spanish gp is this weekend so i'd assume so!

user17 SO REAL FOR THIS

user18 real question now...what would you call your hypothetical ginger cat.

yourusername wasabi 😁😁

user19 ADORABLE NAME.

user20 @/oscarpiastri where's her ginger cat at

oscarpiastri when i win, she'll get a ginger cat☝️

yourusername WAIT ACTUALLY WHAT. WASABI PENDING 🗣️🗣️🗣️

user20 I DID NOT THINK YOU'D BOTH REPLY. (also you're welcome y/n!!)

carlossainz55 and do our dogs mean nothing to you??

yourusername i've always been a cat lady at heart ☹️

landonorris i blame oscar.

carlossainz55 agreed.

oscarpiastri SORRY???

landonorris it's your cat energy, mate

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user20 THE DAISIES AWWW

user21 living my dream frfr

user22 straight out of a pinterest board

user23 HER POSTURE???

user24 im sitting at home with my hunched back aspiring to be like her right now

user25 those pastries look yummy oh my days

user26 every time i see the ferrari wags & y/n hanging out i involuntarily squeal

carlossainz55 so my invite got lost in the post?

charles_leclerc and mine?

iamrebeccad girls day out = no men allowed

yourusername what my girlfriend said 🗣️

oscarpiastri sorry??

yourbsf pastries looking almost as delicious as you 😉😉

yourusername ugh i miss you so bad, my gf 💔💔💔

oscarpiastri STOP FLIRTING Y/N

yourusername YOU CANNOT SILENCE ME 🎤

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user33 saw you posted and I RAN

user34 LOOKS SO BEAUTIFULLL!!

user35 she's in hungary 👀👀👀

user36 twitter is in an uproar waiting for the race weekend

user37 SO AM I 🔥🔥🔥 GO ON OSCARRR

user38 what a beauttt

user39 the claw clip 💘💘

yourusername a taste from home ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux angelllll 🩷

yourusername love you smsmsmsm ❤️❤️

oscarpiastri wish i could've been there 💔

user40 you've got a race to win so your gf can get a ginger cat, get to it 🤣

yourusername ^^^ what they said!!

user40 HELP YOU ACC REPLIED LOL

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yourusername WASABI WASABI WASABI!! (ps. check my page for celebratory post for my love x)

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user44 y/n has her priorities in order

user45 mhm!! wasabi > anything else

user46 SUCH A CUTE CAT

user47 'FOR MY LOVE' oh my god im not well.

user48 okay but does no one else find it weird that she posted her new cat over her boyfriend winning...

user49 no ong like what

yourusername oh dear not the fun police. please learn how to read captions, and check my recent 😘x

landonorris LET ME COME OVER AND SEE WASABI NOWWWW

yourusername jury's out rn sorry

landonorris pls. pls. pls. pls.

yourusername i'll consider it...

alexandrasaintmleux wasabi 🥺🥺

yourusername have you checked if leo is volatile with cats yet...

alexandrasaintmleux @/charles_leclerc pet play date!!!

oscarpiastri our baby ❤️

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user50 Y/N IS HIS GOOD LUCK CHARM CONFIRMED!!

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yourusername MY GRAND PRIX WINNERRR!! i still remember meeting you when you were still in f2: carlos hated the fact that i kept watching the f2 feature races just to see (fawn over) you, but it worked in my favor anyway 🤷‍♀️ forever so so so proud of you, here's to many more 🥂❤️

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yourusername earned the stamp of approval now...?

carlossainz55 for now. 😊😊

oscarpiastri new cat, winning a grand prix and your brother finally likes me? what a weekend 😁❤️

yourusername he always liked you, he just likes teasing you 🙄

carlossainz55 y/n 🙄🤣

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[honey-crypt]

more elliott hcs while i finish up my literature review for my research assistantship <3

fav dessert is red velvet cake with chocolate frosting

broke his toe while moving his piano into the cabin

gifts the farmer a fresh bouquet of flowers on the first day of each season after they get married

can sing very well but only sings when he's drunk (he has stage fright when it comes to performing)

takes his kids to the cabin during the summer season so the farmer can work uninterrupted and he can spend more quality time with the kids

his mom has red hair and his kids with the farmer also have red hair (the recessive gene is fighting for its life); the kids do inherit the farmer's eyes and smile, though

has a small cut on his lip from the time a tea cup broke while he was drinking from it

not the best at farming but he does a lovely job when it comes to caring for the orchard, which happens to be his favorite spot on the farm

wins the ice fishing competition by a small margin one year because willy accidentally drops his rod in the water (many tears are shed that day)

once in a blue moon, he can be found at the altar of yoba; he only prays in dire circumstances, such as the times the farmer was rushed to the clinic after a bad encounter in the mines or skull carven

he gifts the farmer a journal on their first wedding anniversary, it's filled with poems and journal entries from the day they got married to the present

curses like a sailor, thanks to willy

asks leah to be the aunt to his kids after the birth of his first kid (she immediately says yes)

he has been pinched by crabs on multiple occasions, the worst time was on ginger island and a crab pinched his nipple (he wears a rash guard to the next 3 or so outings to the island)

[marciabrady]

as i was thinking about both fiona and odette one day, i realized how many similarities they shared! fiona transforms into an ogre at night, while odette transforms into a swan by day- literally recalling fiona's curse: "by night one way, by day another."

in their respective films, they're both seen healing parties that been injured with arrows back to health:

someone must've had to teach them how to heal said arrow wounds...with fiona, specifically, i feel like she's a product of the early 2000s. in certain moments, they make her this traditional princess for us to laugh at, and in other moments she's like this badass fighter, but they don't explain where those things came from...like who taught her how to fight? then my mind started opening up to the possibility that odette and fiona were somehow related/their stories intertwined

upon further thinking upon this theory, i thought about odette's formative years as portrayed in the opening number of her film. she's seen as being a prim princess with proper manners, but also someone that's combative and isn't afraid of a physical confrontation

ok so remember this. BUT ALSO there's a frog called jean bob in swan princess, who claims that he's actually a prince and that, if odette should kiss him, he'll regain his human form

you know who the voice of jean bob is? JOHN CLEESE AKA FIONA'S FATHER, KING HAROLD, THE FROG KING

this convinced me that fiona's ogreism is a recessive gene from king harold since she, too, turns into a green swamp-dwelling creature, similarly to a frog, just like her father.

BUT if it's recessive, that means it would've had to have been inherited from both sides...which would only be plausible if her mother had a similar transformation spell she was under- say, a SWAN TRANSFORMATION SPELL

also, in shrek 2, fiona's mother says the following about how she met fiona's father:

"don't you remember when we were young? we used to walk by the lily pond and (they were in bloom) our first kiss."

um, our first KISS

also, both odette and lillian (fiona's canonical mother) have feathered blonde hair. another connection- in the third film, fiona's mother is seen head-butting through a brickwall and freeing the princesses from a prison. when fiona is shocked, her mother replies:

"well, you didn't actually think you got your fighting skills from your father, did you?"

UM

odette is a fighter and, going along with my earlier point, the one that i think taught fiona how to safely remove arrows! so odette HAS to either be fiona's mother or cousin and lillian is her aunt or mom...it all connects

also, not for nothing, but odette is the only princess to have an onscreen awkward phase (which relates to fiona feeling ugly) and odette is literally a ginger with braids at that time, which is fiona's signature look

furthermore, in the beginning of the swan princess, the parents arrange a marriage between derek and odette. in the hopes that the prince and princess will fall in love, the parents make them spend every summer together from the age of 6 to 16, praying they'll develop a romance. odette secretly likes derek the entire time, but derek hates her. it isn't until their final meeting, when she's grown up and conventionally attractive, that he takes to her and quickly announces to, "arrange the marriage!" odette interjects, "wait!" he replies, "what? you're all i ever wanted...you're beautiful." and she LITERALLY says, "thank you...but what else?" he blankly stares at her and says, "...what else?" to which she replies (source):

i can see this being a generation curse where fiona, too, needs to learn this lesson and i think, since odette already knows there's more than beauty, it causes...tension between she and fiona. fiona being like, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE LIKE THIS."

but also, the frog king, the swan princess, the ogre princess- this is def a family line COME ON

also since odette knows it isn't what it seems (which the prince has to master in the swan princess, as per odette's father)/there's more than just beauty, that's why i think she (lillian) wasn't shocked when fiona came back in shrek 2 as an ogre, whereas harold was visibly more upset. also, idk if you all know but there's a deleted scene with a character called dama fortuna that asks fiona to choose between 'beauty' and her 'happily ever after.' fiona chooses beauty like...again, the generational curse!

this would prop fiona up to be a perfect mix between her parents. like odette, she sees past appearances and knows there's more than beauty which explains why fiona doesn't judge shrek that much. she's initially disappointed he's an ogre purely because of her curse but otherwise, she doesn't care. meanwhile she can't accept herself because she takes half after her father, harold, who is so unaccepting of himself but also those around him (ogre shrek and fiona). like it makes SO much sense that fiona would be a combination of these two (source)

harold's need for "beauty", ie people who are societally acceptable in his eyes, leads to him literally imprisoning his daughter to a tower so no one sees her as an ogre. meanwhile, with lillian, she's way more accepting which is why i never understood how she would also send fiona off, especially since she willingly married harold the frog king.

BUT if you subscribe to my theory that she's odette

it would absolutely make sense she's cosign on sending fiona off because of the line above ("you're all i ever wanted; you're beautiful"). when fiona's growing up, odette/lillian notices fiona parroting a lot of her father harold's harmful rhetoric. where harold sends fiona off to hide her, i think odette/lillian sends her off so fiona learns the same lesson harold/frog king had to learn (it isn't as it seems/there's more to life than beauty or being accepted by society) and allowing her daughter to mentally develop in her formative years without the negative influence of her father or the unrealistic beauty standards/wrong priorities that far far away sends forth as an allegory of the entertainment and beauty industry (fairy godmother).

BUT i think with time, odette/lillian starts to feel bad and urges harold to bring fiona back, which brings us to the fourth movie with that scene where she convinces harold to make a deal with rumpelstilskin to bring fiona back

i have so much more to say on this but i'm wrapping this up for now and am qualifying this as the thesis of my theory

[imsparky2002]

Akuma Park - Gingers

(On this school day, the students in Ms Bustier’s class are giving presentations on a topic of their choice. The class is nearly finished, with only one speaker remaining.)

Miss Bustier. Ok, Chloe, you’re the last speaker for today.

(Chloe marches up to the spot in front of the blackboard.)

Chloe: Thank you, Miss Bustier. My speech is about ginger kids. Children with light skin, red hair, and freckles.

(Nathaniel, Sabrina and Alix look towards each other in confusion and a little concern.)

Chloe: We’ve all seen them. In the lunchroom, at the store, walking on the streets of Paris. They creep us out, and make us feel sick to our stomachs. I’m talking of course, about ginger kids.

(The three kids frown as Chloe presses a button on her remote, starting a slideshow showing various pictures of ginger kids in the school. The first picture is of Nathaniel.)

Chloe: Aw, sick!

(Nathaniel resists the urge to flip her off.)

(She changes to a picture of Sabrina.)

Chloe: Gross!

Marinette: Chloe, what is the point of this?

Chloe: Marinette, be quiet, I am doing my presentation.

(Marinette just groans as Chloe continues.)

Chloe: Ginger kids are born with a disease, which causes very light skin and freckles.

(She changes to a picture of Ondine.)

Chloe: Ew! Nasty! Yuck! This disease is called gingervitus, and it occurs because ginger kids have no souls.

Nathaniel: ... What?!

Chloe: Kids who have gingervitus cannot be cured.

(She cuts to a picture of Simon.)

Chloe: Aw sick! Gross! Because ginger kids have incredibly light skin, they must avoid the sun, not unlike...

(She changes to a picture of Dracula.)

Chloe: Vampires.

(The class looks intrigued.)

Juleka: *muffled* Cool.

Alix: Hey, that’s not true! I have red hair, and I don’t have to avoid the sun!

Chloe: I was getting to that if you would let me. Some people have red hair but not light skin or freckles. These people are called “daywalkers”.

(She shows a picture of Alix, with the word “daywalker” underneath it.)

Rose: Ooh! Daywalkers!

Nathaniel: This is bullshit!

Chloe: Miss Bustier, I’m really having a difficult time with all these interruptions.

Miss Bustier: Nathaniel, let Chloe give her presentation.

Nathaniel: It’s not a presentation, it’s hate-speech! People aren’t creeped out by gingers!

Adrien: I am... a little bit.

Marinette: Adrien!

Adrien: What?! I’m a blondie! It’s only natural that redheads are our rivals!

Miss Bustier: Nathaniel, if you or any of the other ginger kids want to debate Chloe tomorrow, you can do so with a paper.

Alix: Fine, we will!

Chloe: Fine! In the meantime, shut your goddamn daywalker mouth, Alix!

Alix: GRRRGGHH!

Chloe: Now let’s see, where was I? Oh yes! Like vampires, the ginger gene is a curse, and unless we work to rid the Earth of that curse, the gingers could envelop our lives in blackness for all time. It is time that we all admit to ourselves that gingers are vile and disgusting. In conclusion, I will leave you with this. If you think that the ginger problem is not a serious one...

(She shows a picture of a yearbook photo from Miss Buster as a highschooler, causing the teacher to blush in embarassment.)

Chloe: Think again.

And that was another Akuma Park story. I feel like Canon Chloe would absolutely do this, even to Sabrina. As always lookout for more Mirrorverse stuff from me, @artzychic27 and @msweebyness.

[hugthepanda12]

I was rewatching Lilith vs Eda fight in season 1 when a sudden realisation occured to me. 

Given that the Clawthorne descendant, aka Evelyn and Caleb Wittebane are great great great parents of Lilith and Eda, it is safe to assume how certain characteristics were inherited by our Clawthorne sisters. 

For example, it is my personal headcanon that both Eda’s and Hunter’s ‘byyyyyyye!’ came from Caleb. Moreover, when I saw how Evelyn was portrayed in ep1 of season3 I’m almost certain Eda is the perfect mix of Evelyn and Caleb. To be honest, if you look at Eda with grey hair and Caleb there is a certain resemblance. Of course, Evelyn’s personality traits prevail but  Caleb and Eda share the same strong love to anything they love dear.

Fandom has already mentioned how strong these Lilith-Eda and Belos-Caleb parallels are. 

‘ TWO WITCHES TORN APART NOW ALONE TWO HEARTS OF STONE A CURSE OF FEATHERS AND MUD A BETRAYAL OF BLOOD ‘

From this secret message from season one we deciphered that feathers represent Eda’s curse, while mud is a nice symbol of Belos’ powers. 

Philip killed Caleb and Lilith cursed Eda - the betrayal of blood occured.

I know it would be cruel to compare Lilith to Belos. Hovewer, let’s do it anyway. And I’m not talking about their ill deads towards their siblings. It’s about the blue color symbolism. 

You see, Lilith has blue-colored spells contrary to Eda whose magic is more gold (everytime Hunter teleports there are golden hues as well)

I thought it that pallete choice was made to make a contrast between the sisters and establish that they are in conflict. However, when the plot goes further we learn why Lilith cursed Eda and it was awesome to see her redemption! We stan Lilith btw.

But have you ever noticed Lilith and Philip have similar eye colors?

Although, Lilith’s eyes are greenish blue. I think it’s a nice touch because Gwendolyn has green eyes.

On a sidenote, Philip with a beard and Dell Clawthorne are so alike, it is possible that Dell and Philip are related. (seriously in eda’s flashback featuring her dad I was 90% sure i see a ginger haired Philip)

Let’s talk about Belos’ powers now. We’ve seen him using a staff numerous times and the staff emanated with a red light. It seems artificial magic relies either on red or golden light.

But the season 2 finale and ‘Thanks to them’ provided us with more blue imagery. 

Belos’ monster form is comprised of many BLUE EYES. Hunter’s eyes, once Belos posesses him, become BLUE. 

When Vee tried to ‘drain’ Belos, a blue light has escaped from him.

If it’s true that one’s magic reflects one’s very essense - soul... we could say Belos and Lilith share the same aura. 

And if Yellow/gold is associated with either Evelyn or Caleb it means Eda inherited more traits from them. The same goes with Lilith. It seems she has inherited more of Philip’s genes. 

The only difference is, Lilith has learned from her mistake, while Philip is blinded by his goal to exterminate all the witches. Lilith is a queen, while Philip is a jerk.

So, yeah. My intention was to only point that appearance/ magic detail. Thank god Lilith hasn’t taken after Belos his maniacal/jealousy tendencies. It seems the only thing that makes them alike is the fact they’re both book nerds and they give off that British vibe

[mariesdeluluworld]

Harry Addams and the Philosopher’s Stone

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙞𝙭: 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙙𝙨

September 1st couldn’t have come quicker, in Harry’s mind. It was a hellish month. Everyday his aunt's family would spend all day out in the sun, holy seven circles of hell. They flew on broomsticks (which Harry excelled at, of course.) and played with gobstones and their neighbours. A giant, loud, family of gingers. He remembered how his aunt had pulled him away from his reading (Poisons, Hexes to Use on Your Enemies, & Easy Curses by Bertha Nightlock) to meet the family of gingers. 

"Harry, dear," A smile was bright on Ophelia's face. "These are our neighbours, the Weasley's!" She spread her arms out as if she was on a muggle gameshow Grandmama liked to watch but was always disappointed when contestants either won or didn't get mauled by a mountain lion. 

"Hello there Harry!" A plump woman with red hair and a round face bustled out from her family, holding her arms out, a smile on her face. "I'm Molly Weasley, and these are my children," She pointed to a tall boy with glasses and curly red hair, he was the only one wearing a matching robe set. "This is Percy," His arms were crossed and he stood tall, unlike the others—his face was tight and his lips pursed. He looked positively dreadful. "My twins, Fred and George," 

"Hey there Potter!" The twins said in unison. 

"Say do you—" 

"Have that—"

"Scar?" They finished together. 

Harry simply stared at them, his eyes glazing over. The twins looked exactly alike, down from their faces right down to their shoes. They both sported the same haircut, same clothes, and shoes. It was like they were carbon copies. 

"And this is my youngest son, Ron, and my daughter Ginny. Ron will also be attending Hogwarts this year!" Ron was tall, taller than any 11-year-old Harry saw. But his shoulders were hunched, and his face was downcasted, his blue eyes kept flicking up and down, as if he was insecure. No, he was insecure. Harry could tell. 

"So is Harry! My sister, who lives in the States with her husband, sent Harry to live with us this summer so he could get used to the magical world." Aunt Ophelia explained, her hands moving as she talked. 

"Oh how wonderful! Where've you taken him, Ophelia?" Molly and her children were invited inside the house, out of the summer heat. Harry tried to creep back up the stairs but a quick glare from his aunt (that was fairly similar to his own mother's glare) stopped him. 

"He's been all over the Alley, and we've taken him to Hogsmeade!” 

Ah, yes, thought Harry. Memories of his timely visit to the village outside of Hogwarts was boring and uneventful. The only thing that struck Harry as interesting was an old pub by the name of Hogs Head—he hoped there was an actual event where you took the head of a hog, but alas he was entirely let down—and an abandoned “haunted” house, dubbed by the locals the “Shrieking Shack”. 

Thinking about the visit made something in Harry ache. He knew Wednesday would’ve loved to investigate and look into this haunted shack and summoned devils from the depths of hades with him. A part of him wanted to go home, to be away from his too-smiley aunt and her family. His cousin’s weren’t as bad as the other children back home, but they weren’t on the same page as Harry. They did not play with headless dolls, nor did they have a subscription to “Tortures Torture”. Beatrice was the only one who actually was worth being around. She seemed to be the only one to inherit some sort of Frump genes. 

After the ghastly introduction of the ginger family, Harry isolated himself back in his room, waiting for the hours to pass. 

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There were only a few moments of his dreaded summer with his aunt and her family that Harry did enjoy. For example: Aunt Ophelia was a Potions Woman and she had her own home laboratory that Harry found himself walking into one rainy day in the English country. She wore a white lab coat and black gloves that went up to her elbows. At the sound of Harry shutting the door to her room, Ophelia turned. Her big black eyes were huge and bug-eyed under the googles she wore. 

“Harry! Come in!” A smile spread across her face before she turned her attention back to her plants and concoctions. Harry slumped in, the shadows warming his skin in the dark and dank room. He took a sniff—Nightshade, ahh home. 

Ophelia patted a stole she pulled out from underneath the workbench and Harry took a seat. Together, Aunt and Nephew worked as they made a simple healing draught for certain native poisons from Hungry. It was the first moment that Harry felt relaxed and realised how he could be related to this woman. How his mother and her lived in England all their young lives. 

A flash of gold made him pause. 

“You were in Slytherin?” 

Ophelia smirked as she finished writing on her clipboard the shipping information for the crate of potions. 

“Of course.” Her gloves and goggles lay off to the side, allowing her to grab the metal she received.  “I won the Slytherin duelling championship, beating all the pesky inbred purebloods.” She sounded proud. Harry watched her dust off the metal, though he didn’t see why. “Tisha won for Ravenclaw, she had to sneak into Slytherin to sleep. Her housemates were playing dirty and she wasn’t allowing a single curse or “misguided” spell to keep her from that metal. When she wants something, she’ll get it. It’s why we never tried out for Qudditch, if we both made it the games would be brutal for both the teams and the rest of Hogwarts.” She smiled and chuckled here and there. “It was better for everyone if the Frump Sisters weren’t against each other, but on the same side.” 

Ophelia placed the metal back on the wall that Harry realised were moving photographs of what looked like his mother and aunt in their Hogwarts uniform. The only reason why he could tell who was who, was the colours of their robes. Aunt Ophelia had black hair?? 

“Your hair…” 

“Yep, black. I only started to dye in my sixth and seventh year. I wanted something to make us stand apart. I can’t believe how many times boys went to the wrong sister. I knew it made Tisha angry. She once hexed a boy’s bollocks and he was in the hospital wing for weeks.” 

Another photo of the sisters, this time where Ophelia’s hair was blonde, and they sat in what looked like a courtyard full of statues. They were laughing and Harry saw a man with white blonde hair in the back of them staring at the pair of sisters. 

A buzzing noise yelled through the potions lab. 

“Oh! That’s dinner!” 

(Aunt Ophelia gave Harry the brain along with mashed potatoes that night.) 

September 1st couldn’t have come quicker, in Harry’s mind. It was a hellish month. Everyday his aunt's family would spend all day out in the sun, holy seven circles of hell. They flew on broomsticks (which Harry excelled at, of course.) and played with gobstones and their neighbours. A giant, loud, family of gingers. He remembered how his aunt had pulled him away from his reading (Poisons, Hexes to Use on Your Enemies, & Easy Curses by Bertha Nightlock) to meet the family of gingers.

"Harry, dear," A smile was bright on Ophelia's face. "These are our neighbours, the Weasley's!" She spread her arms out as if she was on a muggle gameshow Grandmama liked to watch but was always disappointed when contestants either won or didn't get mauled by a mountain lion.

"Hello there Harry!" A plump woman with red hair and a round face bustled out from her family, holding her arms out, a smile on her face. "I'm Molly Weasley, and these are my children," She pointed to a tall boy with glasses and curly red hair, he was the only one wearing a matching robe set. "This is Percy," His arms were crossed and he stood tall, unlike the others—his face was tight and his lips pursed. He looked positively dreadful. "My twins, Fred and George,"

"Hey there Potter!" The twins said in unison. "Say do you—" "Have that—" "Scar?" They finished together.

Harry simply stared at them, his eyes glazing over. The twins looked exactly alike, down from their faces right down to their shoes. They both sported the same haircut, same clothes, and shoes. It was like they were carbon copies.

"And this is my youngest son, Ron, and my daughter Ginny. Ron will also be attending Hogwarts this year!" Ron was tall, taller than any 11-year-old Harry saw. But his shoulders were hunched, and his face was downcasted, his blue eyes kept flicking up and down, as if he was insecure. No, he was insecure. Harry could tell.

"So is Harry! My sister, who lives in the States with her husband, sent Harry to live with us this summer so he could get used to the magical world." Aunt Ophelia explained, her hands moving as she talked.

"Oh how wonderful! Where've you taken him, Ophelia?" Molly and her children were invited inside the house, out of the summer heat. Harry tried to creep back up the stairs but a quick glare from his aunt (that was fairly similar to his own mother's glare) stopped him.

"He's been all over the Alley, and we've taken him to Hogsmeade!”

Ah, yes, thought Harry. Memories of his timely visit to the village outside of Hogwarts was boring and uneventful. The only thing that struck Harry as interesting was an old pub by the name of Hogs Head—he hoped there was an actual event where you took the head of a hog, but alas he was entirely let down—and an abandoned “haunted” house, dubbed by the locals the “Shrieking Shack”.

Thinking about the visit made something in Harry ache. He knew Wednesday would’ve loved to investigate and look into this haunted shack and summoned devils from the depths of hades with him. A part of him wanted to go home, to be away from his too-smiley aunt and her family. His cousin’s weren’t as bad as the other children back home, but they weren’t on the same page as Harry. They did not play with headless dolls, nor did they have a subscription to “Tortures Torture”. Beatrice was the only one who actually was worth being around. She seemed to be the only one to inherit some sort of Frump genes.

After the ghastly introduction of the ginger family, Harry isolated himself back in his room, waiting for the hours to pass.

•••★•••

There were only a few moments of his dreaded summer with his aunt and her family that Harry did enjoy. For example: Aunt Ophelia was a Potions Woman and she had her own home laboratory that Harry found himself walking into one rainy day in the English country. She wore a white lab coat and black gloves that went up to her elbows. At the sound of Harry shutting the door to her room, Ophelia turned. Her big black eyes were huge and bug-eyed under the googles she wore.

“Harry! Come in!” A smile spread across her face before she turned her attention back to her plants and concoctions. Harry slumped in, the shadows warming his skin in the dark and dank room. He took a sniff—Nightshade, ahh home.

Ophelia patted a stole she pulled out from underneath the workbench and Harry took a seat. Together, Aunt and Nephew worked as they made a simple healing draught for certain native poisons from Hungry. It was the first moment that Harry felt relaxed and realised how he could be related to this woman. How his mother and her lived in England all their young lives.

A flash of gold made him pause.

“You were in Slytherin?”

Ophelia smirked as she finished writing on her clipboard the shipping information for the crate of potions.

“Of course.” Her gloves and goggles lay off to the side, allowing her to grab the metal she received. “I won the Slytherin duelling championship, beating all the pesky inbred purebloods.” She sounded proud. Harry watched her dust off the metal, though he didn’t see why. “Tisha won for Ravenclaw, she had to sneak into Slytherin to sleep. Her housemates were playing dirty and she wasn’t allowing a single curse or “misguided” spell to keep her from that metal. When she wants something, she’ll get it. It’s why we never tried out for Qudditch, if we both made it the games would be brutal for both the teams and the rest of Hogwarts.” She smiled and chuckled here and there. “It was better for everyone if the Frump Sisters weren’t against each other, but on the same side.”

Ophelia placed the metal back on the wall that Harry realised were moving photographs of what looked like his mother and aunt in their Hogwarts uniform. The only reason why he could tell who was who, was the colours of their robes. Aunt Ophelia had black hair??

“Your hair…”

“Yep, black. I only started to dye in my sixth and seventh year. I wanted something to make us stand apart. I can’t believe how many times boys went to the wrong sister. I knew it made Tisha angry. She once hexed a boy’s bollocks and he was in the hospital wing for weeks.”

Another photo of the sisters, this time where Ophelia’s hair was blonde, and they sat in what looked like a courtyard full of statues. They were laughing and Harry saw a man with white blonde hair in the back of them staring at the pair of sisters.

A buzzing noise yelled through the potions lab.

“Oh! That’s dinner!”

(Aunt Ophelia gave Harry the brain along with mashed potatoes that night.)

•••★•••

“Only one week until September 1st!” screamed Cordelia from her bedroom at the crack of dawn. Out of all of the Harrisons in the household, Cordy was the one who never ran out of energy. From dawn to dusk, she was up and about, zooming around her home and outdoors, playing with the Weasleys or Fawcettes. Her best friend, Sarah, joined her on a spy mission today. Their target? Harry Potter—er, Addams. Her cousin.

Sarah almost “shit-a-brick” once she found out he was staying over at her house. It was actually hilarious that Sarah, who swore off all boys after the Ronald Weasley crush fiasco, was now acting like a love-sick puppy. Her blue eyes were constantly on him, watching Harry in a star-struck manner.

“Shh,” hissed Cordy as Sarah inched closer to the crack in the bedroom door. Harry was sitting on the floor, reading a book that looked old and worn. He wore his weird clothes again. With a twitch of his hand, sparks flew from the tip of the wand he got.

“Wow!” breathed Sarah. Cordy rolled her eyes. Girls.

“Harry!” Her mothers voice shouted from the bottom of the stairs. “Your mother is on the phone!” The girls scrambled—tried to at least—away from the doorway as the boy with long legs rushed out and bounded down the stairs. Cordy just stared, her eyes must’ve deceived her. Because in the midst of chaos, her cousin had smiled and for once looked happy and joyful, his cold indifference left behind.

Harry spoke with his family for hours. Uncle Fester was back! A woman found and brought him back to the family. He could hear the joy drip from his fathers smooth tongue. Even his mother was happy for her husband. Harry had never met the famed uncle his father spoke about fondly. The only one he’s met is his aunt, his fathers and uncle Fester’s little sister, Tristessa.

The only one who wasn’t thrilled at the fact that Uncle Fester was found was his little sister.

“I don’t think he is truly his Uncle Fester Harry.” Wednesday spoke with a clipped tone. There was no room to argue or disagree. “Why do you think so, Spider?”

“He… smells off.” Harry understood what she meant. All her life, Wednesday was able to tap into her senses, if someone's smell was off, there was something wrong. Harry wondered if that was her magic coming through or if that was just her weirdness.

“Watch him. Closely. Don’t allow him to hurt our family, you’re in charge Spider.”

“I will brother. Write to me.”

•••★•••

Harry was thankful he asked Aunt Ophelia to cover his thrice-damned scar with the bangs he’d grown over the summer. For once, he was hidden within the crowd, looking … average. Standing on the mysterious platform with Beatrice, while his aunt and uncle fussed over their children, Cordelia and Olivia. Cordelia complained and whined about not being able to leave with Harry and her older sister, while Olivia tried to use popping sticks to scare older wizards and witches. (She succeeded, multiple times. Harry was so proud.)

“OK children, you’ve got your wands, familiars?” aunt Ophelia asked. She once again wore a hideous gown of blues and greens. Harry’s nose wrinkled in disgust.

“I have my wand.” He said. The wand in question was in his black satchel “backpack”. Beatrice nodded her head too, voicing her own response before checking the cage of her pet toad, William.

“Oh my loves,” Ophelia smiled sadly at the two young wixen. She brought Harry and Bea into her arms, hugging them close as Harry’s eyes widened and squirmed out of her hold, freeing himself. His green eyes were set in a narrowed gaze, all while Ophelia ignored him and led them both onto the train. Richard was in charge of their other two children, while his aunt levitated their luggage behind them.

The three searched for an open compartment, crossing over to the next car as they passed older students. Harry’s eyes watched on, taking in every movement, every person. His fingers twitched at his side. The noise of laughter and joy echoed in his head—what a horrendous and ear-scratching sound.

Soon, the trio found an empty compartment. Ophelia levitated Harry’s and Beatrice’s luggage on the rack above them, and with a final goodbye, she left, leaving the two on their own. Without words, the cousins opened their respective carry ons, taking out whatever they thought necessary for the long trip ahead of them. William croaked a high-pitch noise that Beatrice clarified was “singing” beforehand, yet Harry still glared at the amphibian creature. His fingers twitching at his side.

Ignoring the creature next to him, Harry settled in, leaning his back against the window and he splayed his long legs out. Beatrice did the same except her ankles were crossed, keeping her modesty in check. A book laid open on Harry’s lap as he read silently, memorising the wand strokes of each spell they were to learn in Charms. Beatrice read a muggle book, her eyes glued to the page as she read with William next to her. The train started to move and neither cousin got up to wave goodbye to their family, instead they took solace in the silence each provided for the long journey ahead.

(Y/n) learned long ago to ignore her cousin when he was with his Pureblooded friends. While Draco entertained these buffoons, (Y/n) and Nott, read their books silently, ignoring the bigoted conversations. Though she knew the reason why Draco was talking like this; his father, Uncle Lucius, threw around the phrases and the like without a care. Aunt Cissa never did, she would agree with her husband and his colleagues, but never use such phrases and names like they did. A part of (Y/n) wondered if the reason was Aunt Cissa’s sister and her family, or maybe something to do with that mark. Nevertheless, (Y/n) never grew used to the bigoted names and thinking and hated it whenever her cousin, her best friend, would say such things.

“Anything off the trolly dears?” (Y/n) didn’t hear their compartment door sliding open, not until the old witch who worked the magical train spoke in her hypnotic voice. Crabbe and Goyle rushed up to the woman and shoved a pouch full of money and grabbed whatever they could get their hands on.

She waited until the two pigs had sat down before she grabbed her own sweets, Draco whining loudly in the back, and giving some to the gaunt and skinny Theo. Soon the compartment was silent except the loud mouth sounds coming from Crabbe and Goyle. Hugging herself, she turned her attention to the wixen fairytale, trying to drown herself in the lyrical written word.

It was dark when the train pulled into the station. A while ago a voice had echoed all through the train for the students to change into their robes. That was where (Y/n) met a bushy haired girl named Hermione. They were the only ones who changed early—well, only girls that is—and they spoke in (Y/n)’s compartment while the boys were in the bathroom/changing room.

The girl—Hermione, (Y/n) reminded—was quite animated. Spoke with her hands and had excellent vocabulary and had a posh attitude. But if you looked deeper, (Y/n) could tell she was scared. Nervous. She was a muggle-born, and (Y/n) asked questions of her home life in exchange what growing up in a Wizard home was like. Of course she left out the feeling of homesickness, of longing for life she never quite knew. “Black? As in Sirius Black?” Hermione asked when (Y/n) finished explaining the Family Tapestry of Malfoy Manor—If Uncle Lucius was here he would’ve hexed her for telling their secrets to a muggle-born—and mentioned that her aunt was of the Black family.

“Erm… yes. That’s her cousin.” Hermione raised a brow. She didn’t ask what her last name was. She was grateful. In only just a few moments, soon the whole entire school of Hogwarts would know that she was a Black. And there were only two Blacks in the UK. If she was born in France and was of the French Blacks—the smaller branch—she would be going to Beauxbatons and wouldn’t have the dark cloud hanging over her. Since it was common knowledge that her Uncle Regulus disappeared and her grandmother had a traditional Pureblood funeral and it was all over the papers, there was only one Black that could be her Father. The man that had crashed the funeral and drank himself silly before being hauled out of there by his best friend and best friend's mother, Dorea Black (who got an invite because she wasn’t kicked out of the family).

Soon everyone would know that Sirius Black’s daughter would be in Hogwarts. Her stomach turned.

“Firs’ years! Firs’ years! Firs’ years, overhear!” The man was a giant. Wonderful. A slow smile crept on Harry face as he watched the bushy-bearded man wave a meaty paw at them, waving them over to the docks. Beatrice turned to look at her cousin, her bottom lip caught in between her teeth.

“Okay Harry, I’ll be heading over there–” she pointed to a few girls and a boy waiting by a carriage that was being pulled by skeletal horses he knew his parents would’ve wanted—”and you’ll go over to Hagrid—he’s the game keeper here at Hogwarts—and I’ll see you in the Great Hall for your sorting, kay?”

Harry nodded. “Be careful going in the boats Har, a few firsties last year fell overboard and got acquainted with the friendly squid that lives in the Black Lake.”

With a final warning, his cousin scampered over to her friends and began chatting with them as they climbed aboard the carriage.

“What are those?” questioned a weak voice.

“What are what, Nott?”

“You don’t see them?

A blonde, a brunette, and a black/(h/c) souls stood next to Harry, looking at the strange creatures.

“What are you two looking at?! I don’t see anything!” complained a white-blonde boy, his lips pouted. He scoffed. “Whatever. Crabbe, Goyle, let’s go.” He swaggered off with two big boys trailing behind.

“I see them too, Theo.” said the girl, she touched the brunette's arm, stroking it? Harry sneered.

“Oi! You three! C’mere!” The giant shouted, waving his lantern.

Harry rolled his eyes as he walked towards the man, leaving behind the boy and girl. Climbing into the unoccupied boat—well, except for a boy with straw blonde hair and a long face who was hiding the fact he was crying—as the man exclaimed “No more’n four in a boat!” as the boy and girl got in the only available boat with Harry.

“Everyone in?” Harry looked behind him and saw no one standing on the platform. “Right then! FORWARD!” He shouted, causing some students to jump at both his thundering voice and the sudden movement of the boats.

Students all around him ooooed and awwed at the display of magic and the majesty of the castle, Hogwarts, on the hill. Harry stared. His green eyes take in the dark surroundings. His mother studied here. As did her sister, and his biological parents. Though he never associated or thought of himself as the name he carried on his birth certificate. But a part of him, deep inside, knew that this was the place where he would get all the answers he needed. He needed to know who his parents were. Needed to know them beyond the fact they were war heroes and they died at Voldemort’s hand.

“HEADS DOWN!” The curtain of ivy kept the entrance of the boathouse hidden, Harry wanted to scoff. His parents, his father, had a better entrance to the family vault than this.

The boats docked and soon students were clambering about, while the giant handed the sniffling boy Harry shared a boat with a toad called Trevor. Memories of Beatrice's toad singing non stop while on the train made Harry want to chuck this toad into the lake. Harry and the rest of his future classmates walked behind the giant as he led them into the castle and up some stairs to reach a door, which the man knocked with a forceful thrust. It creaked open to reveal a woman, a mature woman, wearing emerald green robes and a black pointy hat he recognized. Grandmama rocked that hat during the forties while she was young, travelling the world.

“I’ve gotten them Professor McGonagall! The Firs’ years!” He puffed. Professor McGonagall flicked her cat-like eyes in their direction, landing on Harry for a brief second.

“I see that Hagrid. Well, come on then. Follow me.” She spoke with a Scottish accent, Harry noted. She led them through the castle, the marble staircase and suits of armour, with portraits of famous witches and wizards, monarchs, and animals, lined the walls, and creatures of myth were carved out of stone. Lit torches lined the walls and chandeliers hung from a high ceiling.

McGonagall stopped in front of a door, this was located through a lounge where knitting needles moved on their own, cups floated in the air still steeping, books and quills flipped their pages and wrote, and a few animals lay fast asleep in front a great fireplace.

“Now, through these doors lay your future. Your future housemates, your house, your teachers, and your future education. Before you start attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you must be sorted into your houses. Your house, dear students, will be your family through the duration of your stay. There are four houses here at Hogwarts, and each house has a long and magical history. There are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin.”

She smiled, though Harry was not comforted by that smile.

“Your triumphs here at Hogwarts will earn you and your house points towards the House Cup, while your misbehaviour will lose your house points. The rules of Hogwarts are posted outside the Great Hall. After the start-of-term banquet, your House Prefects will give you all maps of Hogwarts, and direct you to your common rooms, and will assign you a group of students and a junior prefect to be your guide for the first month of term.”

Her beady eyes looked at everyone. “Now, any questions?”

A ginger haired boy—Ron, Harry realised—raised his hand.

“We don’t have to fight trolls or anything like that in order to get sorted now do we?” A few students laughed, a bushy haired girl among them, while others looked on nervously. Harry rolled his eyes. Honestly, he comes from a family of wizards and witches and he has to ask that question?

“No, Mr. Weasley, you do not have to fight a troll or any magical creature here at Hogwarts whether to get sorted or not. We have a sorting hat to do that. I believe that your brothers have something to do with your question?” She raised an eyebrow and Ron flushed red.

“Does anyone else have any questions?” No one raised a hand or asked.

“Right then, I shall pop in to let them know we're ready for you.” She opened the door and disappeared for a few moments before coming back in, leading them through.

The Great Hall exploded in colour, Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, with dashes of Purple and Orange as the first years walked in being led by Professor McGonagall. Students gasped and searched the crowd, Severus knew who they were looking for. He was looking for him too. He was looking for a boy with messy black-brown hair with square glasses and hazel eyes with a swagger in his step, overtaking McGonagall and cutting in front of everyone to place that blasted, raggedy hat on his head, and for it to scream GRYFFINDOR. But he wasn’t there?

Potter's brat wasn’t there to be found. But Severus knew him to be here. He knew his name was on the list and knew McGonagall sent him an acceptance letter.

McGonagall dragged a three legged stool over to the raised dias, the magical hat appearing in a flash, and she whipped out the parchment of names. The parchment of which his nemesis’s son’s name was on.

But before she could start calling out names, the hat sang a song. Severus rolled his eyes at the hat and its antics. He didn’t have time for this. His leg bounced up and down in anticipation. Finally, the hat stopped singing, and the sorting began.

“When I call your name, I will put on the hat and you shall be sorted.” McGonagall shouted.

She cleared her throat.

Hufflepuff, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor—Severus sneered at the girl who looked overjoyed.

Finally, they got their first Slytherin. Though, Bulstrode wasn’t that much to brag about. Her father was a dimwitted business man and his parents had to go abroad to find him a wife. Sadly the girl received her fathers porky figure. (Damn all his gossip sessions with Narcissa.)

“Black, (Y/n)!” Severus perked up. His godson’s cousin and his other nemesis child. Sirius Black was a terror who got off on Severus' suffering, and he hated him. However, his child was innocent and got the brains from her mysterious mother. She was like a newborn baby deer, her legs shook as she took a few steps to the stool. He could hear the whispers of her name from the older students—her father was famous.

The Hat looked confused. She was a hat stall then. For ten minutes she sat on the stole, as she looked to be arguing with the hat. McGonagall shared a look with Severus and Albus, worried etching across her face. Severus inwardly scoffed. Of course she was worried for her. She was the child of one of her precious Cubs. Lioness Minnie wanted to march and break down Black's cell and got into a few arguments with Albus about his wrongful imprisonment.

“—SLYTHERIN!!!” Black looked upset as her robes magically changed to the Slytherin uniform. Two snakes.

She marched down the steps after ripping off the hat and headed to his House’s table as the Gryffindors made hissing noises—the Weasley twins, he mused.

The sorting continued, Severus barely paid attention, only clapped when Slytherin gained a new student. Draco was easy, the hat had barely touched his head when it shouted Slytherin. Nott’s boy took a few minutes before it settled on Slytherin as well. When they reached the P’s, Severus’s back seemed to grow straighter.

Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin…

Parkinson draped herself on Draco, trying to smile prettily for his godson. Severus did not envy Draco. As the Scion of the Malfoys, he would be well sought after from brides and their families, Parkinson was one.

“Potter, Harry.”

Severus drew a breath. A boy, tall and lanky, wearing his black robes with a crest pinned on his left, walked up, confident steps with a cold indifference. Before sitting down his voice rang out as he addressed McGonagall.

“Addams.” She raised a brow.

“Excuse me, Mister Potter?”

“My surname. My surname is Addams, and I would prefer to go by that instead of Potter. I was raised by the Addams family.” Gasps flew from Poppy and Flitwick, and Severus sneaked a glance at Albus. The twinkle died out from his blue eyes.

“V-Very well, Mister Addams.”

Satisfied, Potter sat on the rickety stool.

“—SLYTHERIN!”

Harry smirked.

No one made a sound. The hall was quiet. No one clapped and Harry relished in turning these people into speechless birds. No longer did they squawk, he clipped their wings and freedom was snatched away from them. How wonderful~

[bluepoodle7]

#DreamOCInspiredByAAIArtwork #Eddie #EvilScientist #Janet #ZableFable #MyDreamIdeasFleshedOut

(This is from a dream I had maybe like a better version of the AI scientist I saw online. 2/3/2024)

I hand drew him myself and I tried my best on what he looked like in my dreams and he did differ from the AI scientist I saw.

I made a sketch of him that I will Ms paint test color later.

What I wrote down It's about a unknown virus that eats up your mind and body that most resort to being part machine and spliced with shifter Dna to keep their memories.

Also this scientist dude named Eddie.

He made the idea of inner bag realms and the crystal realm jumper clickers everyone in the Zerphra Company uses to travel to new realms or worlds.

Zable's boss cheaped out on a broken crystal realm jumper clicker with a crack in it.

Zable randomly realm jump crosses a unknown world and got Janet which is Zable's translator.

Unknown to Janet she doesn't remember her having a husband but vaguely remembers having kids.

Eddie remembers Janet and is shocked to see his robot sloth body is working while still keeping his wife's body in capsule to keep this mystery illness at bay while his body is slowly getting worse.

The illness is like a mix of a disease that makes body parts fall off and a illness that messes with memory.

Eddie has a monocle and few robot parts but it has half normal human hands with a few robot fingers from a mystery illness that affected his realm.

His face was half robotic and half normal with the monocle is on the human side while his robot eye.

His vision acts glasses like. He has a tanish/ginger root skin color and I would make him Hispanic.

He likes to study languages from other worlds and is Janet's husband.

He tries to learn new things each day to keep his mind sharp and to find a cure to this Illness by buying shifter Dna to try to analyze it to see if the adaption gene can curse the illness.

He does grow insane when he is alone with his thoughts & the stress of finding a cure.

While having his wife's body in the capsule started downloading her memories then Zable realm jumped with Zericon to this world to deliver a order then when she returned back her stepwatch acted funny then her fake bootleg ring glowing then out popped Janet.

Seemed the Janet's robosloth body was absorbed within the ring when the downloading process was happening while also not fully downloading Janet's full memories.

Eddie tries to give Janet clues on who he is but these just go over her head and she finds him creepy.

Eddie still loves Janet and still tries to jog her memories with videos.

He text's Zable's phone blowing it up asking if Janet is okay and always wanting to chat with her.

Janet is confused why this person is so determined.

He is 7"5. Eddie Recordar and Janet Lane are the full names of both characters. Eddie is 45 but looks a little younger from the shifter dna. Human Janet is a black woman and is 40. Human Janet is 5"10 and before the mystery illness happened was a normal realm with a city, parks, and a famous theme park with a cave with the gem stones that are in a raw form before cut into realm jumper clickers. Eddie's favorite foods are Torta's with cactus and menudo. Janet's favorites foods are ramen, menudo, fruit salad, and tortas but with runny egg. Janet was working as a cave tour guide while her husband worked in the ideas department of the cave tourism while also making souvenirs.

Later both of them noticed people were not visiting the caves like usually then everyone started coughing real bad then later the both decided to close up shop.

Later Janet got the worst of the unknown illness down to the point of brain fog then later forgetting important thing but unlike her husband her body was mint without the any limbs missing but the husband was the reverse.

Seems like Zable's upside down blue heart necklace may have pulled Janet away from her world to be with Zable.

Janet is curious about this new character they met in that world but is just wants to check it out and finally tell him to leave her alone forever.

Eddie would just fang smile with a hand on his face at that response with his human eye twitching and will try to calm himself down while giving Janet space.

Eddie will plot to finally finish the memory download but will check on their kids and help them out with their future while slowly loosing his sanity in the process.

He even plots to interview with Zable and trap them while taking Janet away.

Seems like the loneliness, insanity with the mystery illness has fully taken over him.

He will change forms when he wants since the orders he buys are shifter Dna genes but are actually from YipYop the villain of the story.

YipYop also made their underlings release a mysterious mist in the air and in the water that affects the people there.

This forces the people to use their shifter Dna to fully control the people to use as reinforcements to find Fable and bring that shifter to YipYop to finally kill it.

While also giving the people false hope with a cure this illness while returning to normal and healing them.

The Ai art that I'm talking about.

[OPEN 2114] Dr. Icarus Ignition // AI ADOPT by TERATOXIN on DeviantArt

If this character had a theme.

Video not mine but link is there.

Gina - NEED FOR MADNESS ? (youtube.com)

Image not mine but link is there.

Comic Style Drawing of a Mad Scientist with a Brain Stock Illustration - Illustration of diagram, frankenstein: 267261163 (dreamstime.com)

[theinternetmoviedataband]

My 100 best movies of all time

As a start, this is a top 100 I made back in 2018.

To make things tasty, the first rule I followed was "no more than one movie per director". The second one was "don't get mad trying to order that top 100, just write it down".

I told myself a lot of lies about the fact that this top could change any day but I'm too lazy to make a new one every day. So here I am, stuck with this one :)

BEST MOVIES OF ALL TIME ACCORDING TO ME (with no particular order)

Kiss Me Deadly (1955, Robert Aldrich)

The Professionals (1966, Richard Brooks)

Indagine su un cittadino al di sopra di ogni sospetto (1970, Elio Petri)

Queimada (1969, Gillo Pontecorvo)

C'eravamo tanto amati (1974, Ettore Scola)

Reservoir dogs (1992, Quentin Tarantino)

The Killing (1956, Stanley Kubrick)

Notorious (1946, Alfred Hitchcock)

The Asphalt Jungle (1950, John Huston)

Les enfants du paradis (1946, Marcel Carné)

Kiss Me Stupid (1964, Billy Wilder)

Sullivan's Travels (1941, Preston Sturges)

The Shop Around The Corner (1940, Ernst Lubitsch)

Rio Bravo (1959, Howard Hawks)

The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance (1962, John Ford)

The Conversation (1974, Francis Ford Coppola)

Le trou (1960, Jacques Becker)

Dead Poets Society (1989, Peter Weir)

Le salaire de la peur (1953, Henri-Georges Clouzot)

Judex (1963, Georges Franju)

The Departed (2006, Martin Scorsese)

The Prestige (2006, Christopher Nolan)

Unbreakable (M. Night Shyamalan)

Le cercle rouge (1970, Jean-Pierre Melville)

Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo (1966, Sergio Leone)

Curse of the Demon (1957, Jacques Tourneur)

Singin' In The Rain (1952, Stanley Donnen - Gene Kelly)

Hero (1992, Stephen Frears)

It's a Wonderful Life (1946, Frank Capra)

All About Eve (1950, Joseph L. Mankiewicz)

Das indische Grabmal (1959, Fritz Lang)

Le voleur (1967, Louis Malle)

Born Yesterday (1950, George Cukor)

Ben-Hur (1959, William Wyler)

Seven Samurai (1954, Akira Kurosawa)

Ginger e Fred (1986, Federico Fellini)

Small Time Crooks (2000, Woody Allen)

Barton Fink (1991, Joel and Ethan Coen)

Batman returns (1992, Tim Burton)

I due superpiedi quasi piatti (1977, Enzo Barboni)

The Goonies (1985, Richard Donner)

Carlito's Way (1993, Brian De Palma)

French Connection (1971, William Friedkin)

The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957, Jack Arnold)

Gremlins 2 (1990, Joe Dante)

The Bad and the Beautiful (1952, Vincente Minnelli)

Warlock (1959, Edward Dmytryk)

The Unknown (1927, Tod Browning)

Johnny Got His Gun (1971, Dalton Trumbo)

El ángel exterminador (1962, Luis Buñuel)

Le grand blond avec une chaussure noire (1972, Yves Robert)

Down by Law (1986, Jim Jarmusch)

Jurassic Park (1993, Steven Spielberg)

Ladri di biciclette (1948, Vittorio De Sica)

Man without a Star (1955, King Vidor)

Peter Ibbetson (1935, Henry Hathaway)

City Lights (1931, Charlie Chaplin)

Il mio nome è Nessuno (1973, Tonino Valerii)

Excalibur (1981, John Boorman)

Dance of the Vampires (1967, Roman Polanski)

Au hasard Balthazar (1966, Robert Bresson)

Be Kind Rewind (2008, Michel Gondry)

The Fly (1986, David Cronenberg)

Mononoke hime (1997, Hayao Miyazaki)

Les Douze Travaux d'Asterix (1976, René Goscinny - Albert Uderzo)

Touch Of Evil (1958, Orson Welles)

Star Wars (1977, George Lucas)

The Empire Strikes Back (1980, Irvin Kershner)

Groundhog Day (1993, Harold Ramis)

The Front (1976, Martin Ritt)

Big (1988, Penny Marshall)

El secreto de sus ojos (2009, Juan José Campanella)

Amores perros (2000, Alejandro González Iñárritu)

El espinazo del diablo (2001, Guillermo del Toro)

The Man in the White Suit (1951, Alexander Mackendrick)

Village of the Damned (1960, Wolf Rilla)

The Thing (1982, John Carpenter)

Ms. 45 (1981, Abel Ferrara)

The Gunfighter (1951, Henry King)

Copland (1997, James Mangold)

Terminator 2 (1991, James Cameron)

Starship Troopers (1997, Paul Verhoeven)

Le Schpountz (1938, Marcel Pagnol)

12 Monkeys (1995, Terry Gilliam)

Man on the Moon (1999, Milos Forman)

Imitation of Life (1959, Douglas Sirk)

The Most Dangerous Game (1932, Ernest B. Schoedsack and Irving Pichel)

A Perfect World (1993, Clint Eastwood)

Dances with Wolves (1990, Kevin Costner)

Gentleman Jim (1942, Raoul Walsh)

Good Will Hunting (1997, Gus Van Sant)

Elephant Man (1980, David Lynch)

Casablanca (1942, Michael Curtiz)

The Man with the Golden Arm (1955, Otto Preminger)

The Killers (1946, Robert Siodmak)

Punch-Drunk Love (2002, Paul Thomas Anderson)

L'Atalante (1934, Jean Vigo)

La classe américaine (1993, Michel Hazanavicius and Dominique Mézerette)

Back to the Future (1985, Robert Zemeckis)

Un singe en hiver (1962, Henri Verneuil)

[thelastcetra]

All my female cousins from my father’s side: Tall, fit gingers with straight hair.

All my female cosins from my mom’s side: Tiny, fit blondes with straight hair.

Me, and only me: Tall, big, with brown curls.

[datawyrms]

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It is The Day I post my Invisobang fic! it was a wild ride to write everything and not post. This is actually the second fic I did, as the first fell into my pit of ‘i hate it now’ and will sit in limbo for the rest of eternity. I teamed up with Spirit ( @ghostportals ), who has done some accompanying art! That, and Red @redead-red saved my bacon by doing some betaing last moment, so tell em they’re great too. Hope you’re all enjoying the flood of finished fics and art this week! Only the first chapter is here, the rest is posted on my Ao3 and complete. hope you enjoy!

One careless fall changed Danny's life forever. He was kind of hoping one fall like that was enough for any lifetime. Clearly fate disagreed.

It's fine though! He's got this. He's fine. He can totally explain why he ran off with his own body to mom and dad.

The stairs had always been a little too steep, a titch too narrow, but he was used to them. Jazz worried too much- the whole Fenton family knew how to take them two steps at a time. He wasn’t going to admit she might have a point just because he’d slipped one time. He wished there was a railing to catch himself with- it would have spared him some of the pain of his head knocking on the stair.

It didn’t hurt that much. Plenty of ghosts hit harder, and far more frequently.

“Took a bit of a spill eh, Danno?”

Great, dad saw him slip like he was three again. He wanted to speak, wave his behemoth of a father off before he got tangled up in some long lecture about whatever they were working on down here. Just had to sit up.

He was a little stunned or something. All those late nights made his limbs rebel when he wanted them to hurry up. Come on, before he tries to help and accidentally shaves his hair off with some anti-ghost stepladder or something.

His arms stubbornly rejected his internal horror story. His attempt to say ‘I’m fine’ was more a gurgle than anything. Way to go, Fenton. Do everything to get dad to worry! Really using those genius genes. Jazz probably stole his anyway, or they got fried in the accident. Come on! A bit of self berating should have him sitting bolt upright by now. Maybe his arm twitched. He felt something move, anyway. More like a muscle spasm.

“Danny? You okay?” The large man came closer, his usual jog slowed.

Of course he’s fine. He could see dad, sort of. He totally moved his eyes to see him better, even. Stupid ghost powers were just acting up.  It’s okay,  just give me a second to stand up. You’re worrying over nothing.

 Jack had already made it over, crouching to get a better look at his fallen son. Like he was trying to look smaller or something with how carefully he was moving. Where was all that slow, ginger movement when he was driving? Or trying to tell them about some new invention that might burn off your eyebrows?

 I’m fine, dad. He couldn’t get the words to come out, but he was just fine. He really didn’t like the strange look on his father’s face. After all, ‘Jack Fenton doesn’t know the meaning of the word fear’ or whatever random thing he felt like shouting when chasing after entities from another dimension. Come on dad, stop looking like that. It was creeping him out. Moving should be easy, a snap, but part of him didn’t feel like doing it. Apparently an important part? He could visualize exactly what to do, but he wasn’t sitting up. He swore he could feel his muscles clenching but not finishing the movement. Maybe they were testing something down here that just made all the ectoplasm hiding inside him take a nap. His ectoplasm was so fired after this.

 “Can you look at me kiddo?”

 Coaxing him. This was weird. Why wasn’t he just hauling him off the floor and laughing about how clumsy he was at his age too? Looking at him was easy. Pretty hard to miss him, with all the bright orange.

 “Maddie? Can you come over here?” His question was strangely stilted, not much of a bellow.

 Dad was going to get the wrong idea because his body didn’t want to cooperate. Great. Fantastic. He could feel the warmth in his chest, the sign his heart was still going. He was just fine, just a bit inconvenienced at the moment. Why couldn’t dad just be  dad  and do something dumb like pick him up with one hand while sounding way too excited about some new tool that he built?

 “What’s wrong?” His mom said, her footsteps doing the same thing dad’s had. Speed that suddenly cut down to almost nothing. “Danny, did you hit your head?”

 “I think he might have, he’s not responding. I didn’t want to try to move him-“

 “You did great Jack, it’s okay.”

 Gross. He hoped they didn’t get caught up in one of their lovey dovey circles while he was stuck trying to get his stupid legs to remember how to do things. He was responding! He groaned, and he definitely twitched a bit. Weren’t they paying attention? He tried again, a bit more forcefully and ignoring the pang in his neck. More of a jolt from someone with too much static cling than actual pain, really.

 “Should I call 911? He isn’t moving! He just stayed there- didn’t even act all tough for his old man!”

 Jack was panicking.  Dad was panicking. Over nothing! Why wasn’t mom distracting him with fudge or some random study? No one was being normal today. Danny shuddered, he knew he did, it went with the pulse under his skin.

 “That’d be great sweetie, just stay close.”

 “In case you need my big strong arms to help carry him, right?”

 “Just in case.” She wasn’t wearing the hood of her jumpsuit, at least.

 It didn’t make it more comfortable when she crouched down, biting her lip and staring at him. Like this was concerning. It was the opposite of that, he was a klutz, a gangly teenager, it was normal for him to be a bit banged up. This shouldn’t concern her, or anyone. The only reason it bugged him was the not being able to move right now nonsense.

 “You aware in there sweetie?” she said, rather loudly and clapping near his ear.

  Yes I am, but I can’t tell you. Maybe he could focus on taking a breath and it would kick off whatever turned off his mind to body connection. Had he done anything strange before coming down here? Not really. He could absolutely feel her digging her nails into his earlobe though, ow! More motivation to move, but something wasn’t getting across. Maybe he was getting a bit freaked out about it too. Only because of his parents being weird. He was fine, he had to be fine. It was nothing, less than nothing.

 “I’m just going to make sure he’s still breathing Jack, do you have anyone on the line yet?”

 A loud response, but not to her question. “No it’s not a ghost emergency! It’s a human emergency!”

 Of course he was breathing. He couldn’t look that bad from such a small fall. Just breathe out the words ‘Hey mom, personal space’ and they’d laugh and it’d be nothing. All this fussing was making his skin crawl but of course he had to have ‘special ghost freezing up’. Was it his ice powers? Like he could get his powers being snarky like that, appreciated it in a twisted sort of way- but it would be better around people who wouldn’t assume the worst? Like anyone else. Even Dash.

 “Tell the operator he isn’t breathing.” Maddie’s voice was cold and controlled, even as she went back to biting her lip right after.

 He was totally breathing. He could feel the air that ran in and out of his lungs, the swell and fall that other ghosts knew as a weak point, a way to slow him down. He knew what being doubled over, air shoved right out of him from a harsh blow felt like, how it felt like the portal again. Throat twitching, body heaving and trying to regain what it lost. The darkness that bit at the edges of his vision as every nerve went screaming  You’re Dying . Hated that feeling, shook the ghosts who did that hard once they were in a thermos. This was nothing like that.

 “He isn’t breathing, you need to hurry! My wife knows CPR- just tell them to hurry this is my  son , please”

 Yelling to hide the quaver in his voice. Like a kicked puppy yelping. It sounded so wrong. This was going to be so awkward after. They’d just...pretend this never happened, right? That’d be for the best. No, he was going to get grounded forever for some ‘dumb prank’, since he was fine and worried them so much. Which didn’t seem too bad if it stopped all of...this.

 He moved a little. A toe, he was pretty sure. More notably was his mother, carefully getting him off the uneven stair to be flat on his back. Trying to keep his head from moving, and she couldn’t see he was looking at her? When she was this close? Too busy trying to be calm. Who could be busy enough to think he wasn’t breathing or tracking with his eyes? Another twitch, another inward curse that he couldn’t get back in control.

 “Just hold on, help is coming.” She said, but the half ghost couldn’t tell who she meant, exactly. Him, dad or herself? Either way the quiet remark did not prepare him for the sheer force slammed into his crest. Like she wanted to slam right through him! Was it so much to ask that his parents stop nearly killing him by trying to help? Just try moving again and everything will be fine.

 He couldn’t keep the mental mantra up when he heard- when he felt his ribs crack from the pointless force. She was killing him, he didn’t need help breathing, he had to get it through to them no matter how much his body buzzed and resisted his need to move. He had to focus and push through it, ignoring how cold and wrong it felt, how it seemed like he was squirming free of something that didn’t want him to go.

 Her bone crushing assault stopped once he got his arm up, not even needing to touch her before she froze. The fear was wrong, out of place so he redoubled his efforts, twisting and struggling against himself, the sticky mass that wasn’t letting him act or speak to calm them down.

 The phone hit the floor. He heard it. So why didn’t dad say anything? Danny twisted, wanting to make sure he was okay. Still stuck. At least he had a hand free and most of an arm, the edges of his fingers tracing the tiles of the floor. He could brace himself that way, pushing down hard to try and jar his shoulder loose. He could hear air moving, like a harsh breath out. Good- breathing was good. Even when it sounded so harsh and low. 

 “Jack- are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Maddie moved back, giving him the space he wanted ever since she’d cracked his ribs. They still stung under his skin, hissing at him to keep his parents away before he managed to get even more injuries over something so silly.

 “I’m not sure what we’re seeing.” The phone remained on the floor.

 That didn’t seem right. He’d sat up, mostly. Half sat up, propped up with an arm. Still mostly stuck and uncomfortable, the snapping and crackling sensation still clinging to his free shoulder. Really, he felt worse than how he started. at least there wasn’t pain in ‘hah my body is playing freeze tag without me’ land. The pulling sensation made his head ache and vision swim to the point he wasn’t actually sure if he was still looking at the ceiling or not. He couldn’t go back to just being frozen though, that’d suck. So just convince the rest of himself to get up. No problem!

Were lies in his head always this unconvincing? It felt like yanking himself free of a too sticky slime, strands clinging and tugging back until they finally snapped, parts still stuck but free of the main mass. At least ectoplasm had the decency not to stretch when you got drenched in it most of the time.  Come on, focus and keep it together.  He let out a wheeze as the last stubborn strands snapped, ignoring how loud it sounded to properly reorient himself.

 Sitting up, properly, good! Parents staring with weird, half horrified expressions: bad. Very, very bad. 

“I’m okay, I just fell.” Danny spoke, he could speak properly again. So why? “Sorry for scaring you guys?” He tried again, trying to ignore the first thought across his mind.

 They kept staring. Maddie seemed to be recovering, shoulders starting to relax, but she seemed to be reaching for her belt.

 He didn’t sound right. No, that wasn’t quite right, he just sounded wrong for Danny  Fenton. Who he should be right now, he hadn’t been able to talk, let alone go ghost. This probably looked really, really bad. How had he switched, anyway?

Mom was reaching for a gun, wasn’t she? Crud. Now he regretted talking at all, how was he going to explain why Danny Phantom was treating two ghost hunters like his parents? Or how he managed to look like their kid. Maybe he could change back and convince them they were seeing things?

Yeah no, that was way too dumb.

 “Wait.” Jack rested a hand on his wife’s shoulder, causing her to stop pulling the weapon. He wasn’t looking at the ghost at all, just her. Maddie remained stiff, not able to ignore the glowing kid on her floor.

 Okay...dad was usually the gung ho one. Maybe he could get away with this? Danny tried to get a better grip on the situation. Felt a new pain, sharp and cold in his throat. Deep green scars clashed against his white gloves and ran all across his jumpsuit,  glow intensifying as the panic choked him into silence. Fresh and angry like back- back before he managed to stumble out of the portal when he died when the accident happened.

With his human arms just as scared below them, still against the tile. The damage looked old, half scabbed over with only a dull glow deep in the death marks wounds. His arms attached to the rest of his body- that he was half out of. 

 Why? How was his body still and silent while he was sitting and looking at it. He’s cold. His body is cold. It isn’t  breathing  there isn’t some other facet of his personality sitting behind the dull blue eyes. This isn’t how it works! If he splits, it’s just temporary, he can fix it but his other half- corpse is wrong.

The pulling and clinging at his legs doesn’t feel like slime anymore. Rotting flesh that wants to drag him back, smother him in a cloying warmth that will only remind him why it burned, how it hurt. He had to move, he couldn’t stay half like this, it would get better once it wasn’t like this.

It didn’t want to let go as he tried to pull away, ectoplasm getting snagged on every nerve and muscle fiber, each pause a reminder of the shock and pain of his end that day.

He knew he screamed when he pulled free and slammed into the wall, furious green scars still marring his jumpsuit where there should be none.

 What would Mom and Dad think?

 No no no no no. He spotted movement from them and acted. He couldn’t let his mom break his body more, or look at it too closely. Dad couldn’t see what happened! This was fine, he could fix this!

 He grabbed his corpse and fled through the wall.

[sickybubbies]

A/n: Y'all I realised there's really not enough pregnant Jungkook on here with Jikook ofc I'm a sucker for them lately. Anyway, sorry for the crappy ending, enjoy!

TW: Emeto, Mpreg

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"You alright babe?" Jimin rasps, leaning up so he was perching on his elbow as he squints his eyes where he could make out a faint figure of Jungkook half climbing; hauling himself onto the bed under the early greys of the morning. 

"Mhmm," Jungkook hums quietly for a response, grimacing at the acid like texture in his throat that he was left with after throwing up. It was raw and strained, and Jungkook didn't like it one bit. He huffs and slips a hand under his shirt to hold on to his pudgy stomach, for two reasons. It was pushing past the waistline of his sweats from how bloated he was, after expelling the contents of his stomach routinely which tires him out endlessly and he wants to rip his insides out. 

But Jungkook decides to be forgiving, because he's a few weeks into carrying the beautiful baby that he and Jimin had always dreamed about having. The pair had spent days and nights, with Jimin's head on Jungkook's torso as they both squabbled about how they'd raise their child way back in the boyfriend phase. (“One baby with your short genes, one with my tall genes and my good looks, how's that sound?" "Yah!") Jungkook reminds himself that it was all gonna be worth it in the end, it's always worth it. He imagines just how bright Jimin's eyes were to get once their baby was here, if it wasn't bright enough when Jungkook told him the news of his pregnancy; he fears he'd metaphorically go blind from his joy. 

"I've just been sick." He murmurs, leaning back onto the headboard. Jungkook slouches, the energy sucked out of his bones as he shuts his eyes to hopefully regroup himself.

Jimin hums in acknowledgement, more awake now that he was aware of his husband's strife and leans over to press a generous kiss to his forehead. He wasn't going to let the younger deal with it alone, though the ones he accidentally sleeps through he's always up and at his service when needed and to smother him in love for afterwards. 

"I thought you were gonna. I could hear your tummy all night going squelch squelch" He mumbles playfully, hoping it would lighten the dreadful atmosphere. Jimin places a hand on Jungkook's stomach and begins to rub circles into it, hoping it would ease him some.

 The latter's abs had begun to disappear and his stomach was slightly dome shaped from the swell he had, his skin was softer and squishier the closer he gets to the second trimester and Jimin couldn't keep his hands off of Jungkook. In his defense, his husband looked adorable pregnant, he adored the sight so much and loved the tiny being to bits already. 

"Shut up Chim, listening to you is making me wanna vomit again" Jungkook groans, shifting on the mattress so he could get comfortable and pressing a fist to his lips as he feels his stomach fizzle up and an airy burp escape from his lips. 

Jimin pouts, he begins carding through Jungkook's soft purple hair. "Still feel bad? Aren't you supposed to feel better after bringing everything up?" He questions, his heart clenching as he watches Jungkook's face begin to pale and paint a tinge of green. 

Jungkook shrugs. "Dunno about that hyung, I don't feel better at all. I feel queasy" He admits, he'd learnt to vocalize to the older about how he felt; if he doesn't it's gonna end up with another one of Jimin's shirts in the wash, trust he's been there and learnt his lesson. 

"My baby…" Jimin coos softly, propping up next to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He keeps his fingers in Jungkook's hair, looking down at him and kissing the crown of his head as he slowly scratches his scalp. He holds the younger tighter when he stiffens and moans, his brows furrowing from the pain and havoc the nausea was causing in Jungkook's stomach from how he nuzzles his nose into Jimin's chest. "It's one of those days huh? Crackers and water, maybe some ginger ale if we feel less stubborn. How long does lil' bean plan to keep you sick for anyways?" 

"That feels nice..." Jungkook mumbles out, relaxing a little. Jimin's soft yet aimless conversations helped keep him distracted, and so were his gentle touches they did a great job in lulling him to sleep. 

Speaking of which, Jungkook is just about to drift into dreamland in the comfort of Jimin's arms when his stomach churns again. He feels a splash of bitter bile in the back of his throat, almost like the residue of sick that was still sitting at his throat from earlier. He almost sits upright, clenching his throat and covering his mouth as he belches. It catches Jimin's attention. 

"Jungkookie, Jungkookie" Jimin says in a haste, cursing under his breath as he looks around for anything Jungkook to spew in without jostling his stomach too much. His eyes drawing back to the younger one in worry when he next hears a wet gag which meant he couldn't hold on any longer now that his hand was leaving his mouth. 

Jimin looks around and finds the glass bowl he had on his side table which Jungkook had brought him months back, he sighs in relief. It was stashed with a bunch of sweets and random bits that he's quickly dumping out. He snags it up and under Jungkook's chin, straightening up with him and clicking his tongue when Jungkook whines and protests. 

"It's okay, Jungkookie it's okay, do it here. In here babe, I'll clean it don't worry. It's just a bowl" He assures softly, lowering it slightly so it wasn't right in his face as he slowly massages the back of his neck. 

Jungkook whimpers, feeling his stomach slosh and his muscles tense as he wraps an arm around his middle. He barely registers Jimin turning the lamp on before he's disgorging a stream of vomit into the bowl. 

He pants and grunts, jolting with a hiccup. His breath gets caught in his throat and he gags, coughing and spluttering before more chunky liquid is brought up which splashes into the bowl. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut, just the fact that it looked so much like his dinner still sent his stomach into another wheel. 

"That's it, let it out Kookie, my sweet boy." Jimin hums, digging under the sick man's shirt and rubbing up and down his arched back. He grimaces when Jungkook retches again, throwing up even more which makes his heart ache.

"You're doing well bun, I'm so proud of you. Keep going until you feel like you've finished" He encourages, kissing his shoulder and pulling him closer before pausing when Jungkook sobs. 

"H-hyung…" Jungkook chokes out, hiccuping as fat tears roll down his rosy and embarrassed cheeks. Usually, he's never one to cry so easily but pregnancy hormones had him spiralling into a pouty and emotional wreckage in a flash. Something was gnawing at him. 

"Jungkookie" Jimin whispers so he didn't startle him, stroking his hair back as he listened. 

"W-why this bowl… I got you it f-for our anniversary!" Jungkook cries out making Jimin flinch, his mouth wide in realisation now that Jungkook's refusal to puke earlier was because he didn't want to do it in such a meaningful, meaningful bowl. He forgot Jungkook was so peculiar about the little things. 

"Y-you could've gotten-" Jungkook hiccups. "A-another bowl o-or the trashcan. I w-worked so hard to get you this. Do you know how much it cost me on our holiday? N-now I've been sick in it i-it's all ruined I fucking h-hate you" He rambles, in the spur of his overriding emotions he misses Jimin's amused expression.

"Cute" He murmurs under his breath with a quiet chuckle, wiping his tears with his sleeve. "I'm sorry. I'll clean it up, squeaky clean and good as new. You won't even remember that you've been sick in it. I'm serious!" Jimin's voice raises a pitch as Jungkook looks at him unconvinced, his doe eyes still holding tears.

"Gimmie a kiss" He giggles, crawling forward while moving the bowl away as Jungkook groans loudly and scrunches his nose and tilts his head back. "A-ah ew no I've literally- Jimin I just puke-" He stammers, pursing his lips as Jimin eventually steals a kiss from him.

His tears were dry now, the fit subsided and it was only laughter and giggles together even if Jungkook's morning was off to a rough start Jimin always made it better. 

[upperstories]

When I saw raz, my first thought was that he had no eyebrows and my brain supplied me with ‘it’s because he’s ginger’ even though his hair is,,,, very dark colored, I’m not sure it would count as ginger, but then we see the rest of his family and it’s like, the only person here with actual eyebrows is dion, the only actual brunette like his mom, and even she has a pretty wispy set, and a lot of these kids actually are ginger like their dad. So almost everyone has no eyebrows because they’re all ginger and got the cursed ginger eyebrow gene, or everybody donated their eyebrows to dion so at least one member of the family could have decent eyebrows.

Dion stole all their eyebrows so he could perfect his Dreamworks Face

[wh0reyp0tter]

Chapter Two: After Tournament Activities

Y/N Y/L/N is chosen as one of the champions in the Triwizard Tournament with one of her best friends, Harry Potter. Along with the struggles of being one of the champions, she also has to navigate her feelings for her best friend, Hermione Granger. But, as far as Y/N knows, Hermione fancies Krum.

Includes: Angst, pining, swearing, wlw, bi!reader (mentions of flirting with men), smut, name-calling, Krum hating, fighting, physical violence, fighting, mentions of injuries, and flirting

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“Oi! There they are! The man and woman of the hour!” Fred exclaims. I’m suddenly tossed into the air beside Harry as they all cheer loudly. 

“We knew you two would be fine,” George exclaims loudly. 

“Lose an arm? Maybe” Fred continues.

“Lose a leg? Sure,” George laughs. 

“But tie it in altogether? Not a chance!” They finish together. The whole common room erupts into cheers again as Harry and I hold the eggs up. They let us down as we set the eggs on the table. I see Hermione walking up to me, I smile at the small girl as she tugs me into a hug. 

“You’re a bloody idiot,” she whispers. 

“Hey, hey hey! No need to be rude,” I chuckle as I rub her back. 

“You gave me a bloody heart attack! You almost got burned,” she says as she pulls away to look up at me with a pointed look. 

“Ced got burned and Harry got chased around by a dragon. I don’t see you scolding them, Miss. Granger,” I tease as I poke her cheek. Hermione tries to suppress her smile as she glares at me. 

“I would be scolding them. You caught my attention first,” she says. I laugh softly as I pull her into me again. 

“Glad to know I always have your attention,” I smirk. 

“Oh piss off you git,” Hermione says with a smile on her face. Her cheeks turn a softly rose color. She pulls away from me as she looks me up and down. “You didn’t get burned right?” I shake my head quickly before she nods. 

“I don’t think Krum likes me,” I say suddenly. 

“Why do you say that?” Hermione asks as she cocks her head. 

“He always glares at me and shit. And I may or may not have made fun of him for getting points docked,” I say with a laugh as I rub the back of my neck. 

“Y/N! Be nice,” she scolds as she narrows her eyes. 

“Not my fault! If he’s being a toss pot, I’m gonna treat him like shit back,” I defend myself. Hermione shakes her head at me. 

“Or you could be the bigger person,” she points out. 

“Have you ever known me to be the bigger person?” I ask with a smirk. Hermione smiles softly as she shakes her head. I pull her over to the drink table before I fill my cup with firewhiskey as I turn to the small girl. “Want some?” Hermione nods as I hand her a cup full of the liquor. 

“Thank you,” Hermione smiles brightly. I nod as I take a swig of my drink. 

“How about you open the egg Harry!” Someone in the room calls. I turn my head to see the brown haired boy grin and pick up the large golden egg. He pulls it open before a loud shriek echoes throughout the room. I cover my ears tightly as I wince and look at Hermione. Harry slams the egg closed as he looks up with wide eyes. He sets it back down as he looks flustered. I laugh softly as I uncover my ears. 

“Merlin,” Hermione mutters as she shakes her head. 

“Well, that was something,” I laugh loudly. Hermione laughs softly as she looks up at me. I take her hand as I neck my drink quickly before I walk to the table full of drinks. I pour myself more firewhiskey as I feel a weight against my side. I look to see Hermione leaning into me. I blush softly as I smile to myself. 

“I’m nervous, B,” she says softly. I look down at the small girl as my face contorts into one of confusion. 

“Why darling?” I say as I snake an arm around her small waist. 

“Because, this whole thing is dangerous. You and Harry are two of my best friends and I don’t want to lose either of you”. I coo softly as I rub her side softly. 

“Nothing bad will happen to me, H. I’m invincible!” I exclaim before taking another gulp of the burning liquid. 

“Promise?” She says softly as she looks up at me. 

“Course, darling,” I smile. I press a soft kiss to her hairline before I take another drink. 

“I’m holding you to that, Y/L/N,” Hermione smiles. I shake my head as I laugh. 

“Alright, Granger,” I say. As time passes the party dies down. The only people left are me, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, George, Fred, and Lee. I’m sitting next to Hermione on the couch, my back against the arm rest as she sits right in front of me. I reach my hand out and brush a piece of her long curly hair out of her face as I tuck it behind her ear. “You’re so pretty.” Her face turns a deep red color as she smiles shyly. 

“You’re just saying that,” she replies, her soft voice just above a whisper. 

“Absolutely not, I think you are the most gorgeous girl to ever exist,” I say softly. My eyes dart from her chocolate brown eyes down to her soft pink lips before settling back on her eyes. She licks her lips softly as she stares into my eyes. Hermione brings her cup to her mouth before taking a quick drink. Some firewhiskey dribbles down her chin. I reach my hand out before I wipe my finger across it, collecting the liquid on my thumb. I bring my thumb to my mouth before sucking the fiery liquid off. Hermione watches with her lips slightly parted and her eyes glossy. 

“I should, uh, go talk to Ginny,” Hermione says quickly as she shakes her head, breaking her trance. 

“I’m gonna go find Harry,” I spout as I turn and walk quickly to the other side of the room. 

“Y/N/N! There you are!” He cheers. 

“I am such a bloody idiot,” I curse myself softly as I lean my head on the wall. 

“What happened?” He asks as his hand finds the small of my back. 

“I told her she was the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, and then I started into her eyes then looked at her lips. And when she dribbled a little of her drink on her chin, I used my thumb to wipe it away and I sucked it off my thumb,” I groan. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Merlin’s beard, Y/N,” Harry laughs. 

“Shut it you tosser,” I say loudly. 

“Sorry, sorry,” he replies as he throws his hands up in defense. 

“Why can’t I just be normal, and have a crush on you or even Ron for Merlin’s sake,” I shriek. 

“Who has a crush on me?” Ron asks as he walks towards us.

“Not me, that’s the problem,” I huff. 

“Why do you want to have a crush on me? Is it my dashing good looks?” Ron winks. I scoff as I turn to look at him. 

“If I wanted a Weasley with good looks I’d go after Bill or the twins,” I bark. Ron’s face drops as he looks at me. I sigh before continuing. “I’m only giving you shit, you’re hot, Weaslebee. Especially in that brown tank top and the stripped pajama pants.” I wink at the now blushing boy. 

“Y-you think I’m hot?” Ron stutters. 

“Well, obviously! Have you looked in the mirror?” I laugh. 

“Most people prefer Harry over me,” he mutters. 

“I’ve got a thing for red-heads. Ask the twins,” I say with a wink. Ron’s jaw drops as he scurries off to find his brothers. 

“What did you do to him?” Harry laughs as we watch our best friend talk to his brothers with a red face. The twins turn to look at me as they shoot me a wink. I wink in return as Ron’s eyes widen. 

“Gave him a bit of a confidence booster, he really doesn’t think highly of himself,” I say softly. Harry’s face falls as he looks at the smaller ginger. 

“Well, I think he’s great,” Harry smiles.

You falling for your best mate, Harry?” I laugh. 

“No, but you’re not the only bisexual that can appricate the godlike genes of the Weasleys,” Harry winks. 

“You’re-” I start. My eyes widen with disbelief. 

“I am,” Harry laughs. 

“How did you-” I ask. 

“I had my suspicions first year when I saw this older Hufflepuff,” Harry replies. 

“Do you fancy anyone at the moment?” I ask with a smirk. Harry looks away with a blush on his face. “C’mon I won’t tell anyone.” I watch as the messy-haired boy's eyes shift over to look at Ginny. I gasp loudly as a grin cuts across my face. “You like Gin!”

“Shut up!” He seethes as he glares at me. 

“You so do,” I giggle loudly. I take another gulp of my firewhiskey as I wink at him. His face turns bright red as he rolls his eyes. 

“And you like Hermione, we both like someone a little out of our reach,” Harry says as he nudges me. 

“You two like someone?” A voice asks. My head turns as I see Hermione standing there with Ron. 

“Uh, yeah, we do,” Harry blushes. 

“Who!” Hermione gasps loudly. My eyes widen as I shake my head quickly. 

“Not important,” I reply. Hermione gives me a worried glance as I avoid her gaze. I shoot Harry a glare as I smack his arm. 

“What the bloody hell was that for!” Harry whines. He rubs the spot where I hit him as he glares at me. 

“You’re a right git you know that,” I huff. 

“Who do you guys like?” Hermione asks, confused. 

“No one, Hermione! Godric, just drop it,” I huff as I walk away. I go to the other side of the Common Room and lean against the wall. 

“Well, hello there, Y/L/N,” someone sings. I turn to see Fred and George approaching me. 

“Hello, Weasleys,” I smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 

“We heard your little freak out on Miss. Granger over there. Are you alright?” George asks. I shrug as I take a gulp of my drink. 

“What happened?” Fred asks. 

“Harry and his blabbermouth were speaking so loud that ‘Mione heard him spout that I like someone. And she won’t stop pestering me trying to find out who I like,” I scoff. 

“And you like Hermione?” George hums. My eyes widen as I choke on my drink. 

“Of course not! What would give you that idea?” I shriek. 

“Oh come off it! We’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying, Y/L/N!” Fred exclaims. I roll my eyes at the pair before confessing. 

“Fine, I do fancy her. But, she fancies that stupid git Krum,” I grumble as I clench my teeth together. The pair of gingers in front of me hum in acknowledgement before they look around. 

“You could always flirt with other people and see how she reacts,” Fred grins. 

“You’re just an evil little shit aren’t you,” I laugh loudly. 

“Maybe you should tell her how you feel,” George suggests. “Who am I kidding. Fred’s way is more fun.” I laugh as I take another gulp of my drink before I look around the room. I see a younger Gryffindor girl staring at me. Once she notices I caught her, I smirk and send her a wink. Her face flushes red as she turns and giggles with her friends. 

“Merlin, she’s a natural flirt! Must be a Weasley,” Fred smirks. 

“Be a bit weird if I were a Weasley, wouldn’t? I mercilessly flirt with you and all your siblings any moment I can,” I laugh. Fred and George nod in agreement as the Gryffindor girl walks over to us. 

“Hey, you’re Y/N, right?” She asks shyly. I bite my lip as I nod softly. “I’m Avery Hatch, pleased to finally meet you.” The small girl sticks her hand out to shake mine. I take her hand in mine before bringing it to my face and kissing her knuckles. 

“Pleasures all mine, Darling,” I grin. Her face heats up as he looks at me. 

“You’re so brave! The way you faced that dragon,” Avery gushes. I smile as I relish in her compliments. 

“Thank you, it was a bit frightening,” I laugh. I watch the twins smirk at each other and walk away. After a bit longer of chatting and many more drinks, I’m leading her upstairs to my dorm. She’s giggling softly as she follows behind me quickly. 

“These bloody stairs,” she curses as she almost trips. I laugh softly as I squeeze her hand and we continue our trek. We get to my door as I push it open. Once I close it I press her against it before attaching my lips to hers. Avery wraps her arms around my neck as she presses close to me. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, pulling away slightly. 

“Positive,” Avery smiles. I crash my lips back to hers as I pick her up by her thighs and move her to my bed. I drop her on the plush surface before climbing on top of her. I allow my mouth to move from her lips, to leaving bruising marks on her neck. I pull off her shirt before mine follows behind. 

“You’re bloody gorgeous,” I grin. Avery blushes at my complement as she tugs at my bra. I allow her to remove mine as I do the same to her. My lips attach to her sensitive nipple as I feel her back arch. She lets out a soft breathy moan as her fingers tangle into my hair. 

“Y/N,” she says softly. I hum softly which causes her to let out a slightly louder moan as she tugs my hair. I pull away to see her staring at me, her eyes pleading for me to do something more. 

“Want more darling?” I ask softly, letting my hand travel under her skirt. Avery gasps as she bites her lip. She nods quickly, I push her panties out of the way before my index finger rubs over her sensitive nub softly. Avery lets out a string of curses as her hands fist my red sheets. She throws her head back as I lean forward to suck bruises into her stomach. 

“Oh my god, Y/N!” She cries as I push a finger inside of her. I curl it slightly so it presses into the spongy spot inside of her. Her back arches as she moves to grab my wrist. “Don’t stop.” I grin to myself as I use my thumb to rub circles against her clit. I hear her soft moans turn into loud pleas. I smirk to myself as her thighs begin to shake. As she’s about to cum my door gets thrown open. I quickly pull my fingers away from the girl. Avery sits up and looks at me in shock as my head turns to see Hermione standing in the doorway. 

“Get out,” Hermione says calmly. 

“No, what the-” I begin. I’m cut off before I can continue. 

“Get the fuck out!” Hermione yells at the small girl on my bed. 

“I’m sorry,” I say quietly as I hand Avery her bra and shirt as she pulls them on quickly. I do the same as I glare at Hermione. “We’ll talk tomorrow, yeah?” Avery nods softly as she stands. I press a kiss to her temple as she walks out. 

“What the fuck was that, Y/N?” Hermione yells. 

“What the fact that you kicked my hook up out?” I argue. 

“No! The fact you were about to shag a random girl in our dorm!” She shrieks. 

“Yeah! Welcome to being a teenager! We shag random people!” I laugh. 

“You don’t do stuff like that,” Hermione retorts. 

“I do now,” I say. 

“What about that person you fancy?” She asks. 

“My bloody Merlin! Would you stop talking about the person I fancy! It’s none of your bloody business!” I scream. Hermione looks at me in shock. 

“I just thought we were friends,” Hermione bites back. 

“Yeah, we are! But I don’t have to tell you everything,” I laugh. 

“You told Harry!” Hermione argues. 

“Yeah, he’s going through some of the same stuff I am. If I wanted you to know who I fancy, don’t you think you’d know?” I ask. Hermione stays quiet as she walks to her side of the dorm. I pull off my party clothes before I put on a pair of shorts and pull my bra off. I shake my head quickly as I lay in my bed and close my eyes. 

[thebookreader12345]

Forbidden Love

Pairing: Will Halstead x reader

Summary: Y/N is Jay’s partner in Intelligence, and up until now, she had never met his older brother Will. After Y/N and Will finally meet, Jay tells Will to forget about ever dating her, but one night at Molly’s when Jay isn’t there, rules get broken

Requested: Yes, by @scarletsoldierrr

Warnings: light swearing, sexual comments/actions, references to sex

Word Count: 1,290 Words

 Pt. 2

Ah. The 21st District. The best district, in my opinion, because it housed the Intelligence Unit, which was my unit. The people in my unit were like my second family, especially Jay, my partner, who was almost like a brother to me. However, there was one thing that still remained a mystery to me about Jay, and that was his brother. After working here for 2 years now, you would think I would’ve met his brother by now, but I haven’t.

I stepped out of my car, and I almost immediately regretted it. Chicago winters were brutal, but the summers were equally as cruel. My skin started burning from its contact with the sun, and I groaned in annoyance. The t-shirt I was wearing wasn’t even that thick, but I was already beginning to sweat. Just then, Jay pulled up next to me in his truck and lowered the window.

“Climb in,” Jay stated. “Voight wants us to head to Med to interview the victim.”

“You got the air on in there?” I ask and shield my eyes from the scorching sun.

“Its on high, and right now, because the window is open, its flying out the window. Get in here,” Jay spoke.

I laughed and opened the door to the passenger seat, sliding into the seat next to Jay. Jay then rolled the window back up, and I felt the cold air blowing from the vent in front of me. It felt so nice compared to the weather outside. The ride to Med was spent prepping questions for our witness, which was something I liked to do. Jay thought it was strange at first, but he soon got used to it, and it was now a regular thing for us. When we arrived at Med, we headed into the ED where our victim was residing. By our victim’s room, I saw a tall, ginger haired doctor, and when Jay saw him, he cursed. The doctor caught sight of us, and began making his way over, which made Jay shove his hands into his pockets. What was going on here?

“Hey, Jay,” the doctor greeted and pat Jay on the shoulder. “I knew they were sending some cops over, but I didn’t think it’d be you. Who’s this?”

“Uh, this is my partner Y/N. Y/N, this is my brother Will,” Jay explained.

“Oh my god,” I exclaim and give Will a hug. “Its so nice to finally meet you.”

“Its nice to meet you too,” Will said. I scanned Will up and down, biting my lip when I saw that he was definitely my type physically speaking. Good genes must run in the family seeing as Jay was pretty handsome as well.

“Y/N, would you go in and start interviewing our victim?” Jay asked me, interrupting me from undressing Will with my eyes. He then shifted his weight from foot to foot and began tapping away at his thigh.

“Sure,” I reply. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Jay responded. “I just need to talk to my brother for a moment.”

“Gotcha. Well, it was nice meeting you Will,” I say before heading into our victim’s room.

Jay’s POV

“Y/N seems great. I’m just confused on why it took you 2 years to introduce me to her,” Will told me.

“She’s your type, and you’re hers. That’s why. And I know your reputation with women,” I add.

“My reputation? Jay, that was one year, all right? I’m a different person now,” Will insisted.

“Yeah, well, she’s off limits,” I say.

“Jay,” Will protested.

“I’m not kidding, Will. Y/N’s my partner, and I’m not going to see her get hurt because of you. You’re not allowed to flirt with her, or go out with her unless I’m around,” I admit. “Hell, even that’s pushing it.”

Will sighed. “Okay. Fine. I’ll stay away from her.”

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Y/N’s POV

It had been a few weeks since I met Will, and we were growing closer and closer. For some reason though, Jay didn’t like that. Maybe it was because if Will and I got together, it would be weird for Jay to have his partner dating his brother. So far though, I hadn’t gotten the chance to spend much time alone with Will. If Voight wanted me to go over to Med, Jay would volunteer to come with me. If Will came over to the district to talk to Jay about information pertaining to a case, Jay would talk to him quickly and then usher him out of the district, giving me no time to mutter a “hello” or “goodbye.” Whenever I got the chance though, I had a few minutes of conversation alone with Will, and whenever Jay and Will were talking, Will and I would always lock eyes.

I was currently sitting by myself at a table at Molly’s with a cold beer in front of me. However, I wasn’t focused on the beer, and instead I was staring off into space. Today had been pretty tough, and I just wanted to forget about it, but I couldn’t. I sighed and took a swig of beer, causing it’s bitter taste to stain my throat.

“Rough day?” Will asked and appeared next to me.

“Rough case, actually,” I correct and take a long sip of beer.

“Want to talk about it?” Will questioned and slid into the seat in front of me.

I shook my head. “Not really.”

“Hey,” Will spoke and reached across the table, placing his hand on top of mine, which caused me to blush. “If you ever want to talk about anything, I’m here.”

“Thanks, but I’m good. I like to deal with this stuff on my own. I never like putting my problems on other people” I inform him.

“Well, it’s not good to keep all of your emotions pent up inside of you,” Will said.

“Yeah? Maybe you could help me,” I suggest seductively and glance up at Will, who smiled at me. “I’m free now, and my apartment isn’t too far away.”

“Plus Jay isn’t here to see us,” Will added.

“There’s also that. So, you in?” I ask.

“Yeah. I’m in,” Will responded.

“Great,” I declare and down the rest of my beer in one gulp. “Lets go.”

After Will and I paid for our drinks, we headed outside and began the walk to my house. Other than the crickets chirping, there was absolute silence. Soon though, I felt the need to speak. Well, speak is probably not the right word. I stopped walking, grabbed the top of Will’s shirt, and then pulled him down to my height, pressing my lips to his. He kissed back almost immediately, placing his hands on the exposed skin of my hips where my shirt had ridden up.

“We should probably wait until we get to my place to continue this,” I mumble against Will’s lips, the stubble from his beard tickling my face.

“You’re right. Hey, what are we going to tell Jay?” Will asked and leaned his forehead against mine.

“I’m not worried about that right now,” I reply and run my hand down Will’s arm.

“Mm. What are you thinking about?” Will questioned.

“I’m thinking about how hot my apartment probably is because I haven’t been home in awhile, so the air hasn’t been on. I might have to loose a piece of clothing or two when we get there,” I whisper in Will’s ear, causing him to tense up.

“We should get to your apartment,” Will murmured.

“Good idea. Come on,” I state and take his hand in mine, leading him down the street. Lets just say that at my apartment, things were so hot that more than two pieces of clothing had to be taken off.

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[solohux]

happy birthday @trishvaylar! ❤ 

here’s some insecure hux with some comforting kylo!

The mirror has never been kind to Armitage Hux.

He stands in front of the full-length one in his bedchambers, looking at himself from all angles with a sorrowful gaze. He tugs at the waistband of his red briefs, noting the excess room. Has he lost more weight? His eating habits are erratic at best but living with Kylo—who has an incredible appetite—has brought his into line a little and yet, a few more pounds have seem to have disappeared from Hux’s already-narrow hips.

Twanging the elastic against his skin, Hux sighs. His hair is still tousled from sleep, messy from where Kylo had run his fingers through it to wake him up for his shift this morning. The ginger strands hang limply on his forehead, refusing to stay in place even when he brushes them back. He silently curses his mother for giving him the genes for untameable hair; his extra-thick hair gel is the only thing that will keep his copper-coloured hair from springing back up into its natural, loose curls from underneath the uniformity of his hat.

He’s so glad that he’s going to put on his heavy, grey uniform and hide all of this ugliness beneath it.

Hux frowns. Too thin, too pale, too insignificant for anyone to ever fall in love with.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Kylo’s hands slide around Hux’s waist, pulling him close until his back is pressed against Kylo’s strong chest. In the reflection of the mirror, Hux can’t help but look at the difference between their bodies; Ren is strong, handsome. He’s beautifully pale, carved like a marble statue. Hux can’t believe that Kylo continues to hold him like this. “You’re thinking very loudly over here. Want to talk about it?”

“No,” Hux says, cringing when Kylo rests his chin on his shoulder and pouts, wriggling free of Kylo’s embrace. “I’m just getting dressed.”

“And hating yourself in the process.” Kylo steps back, moving Hux’s perfectly hanging uniform away from his grasp with the Force when the General reaches for it.

Hux scoffs, “Can you blame me?”

“What?”

“I’m not so dense, Supreme Leader. I know that you’re here just for the sex.” Hux’s uniform stops its journey away from his hand and he finally grabs it, snatching it from the Force’s slack grip. “Which is fine. We have good sex. But don’t pretend that you care. No one could ever love me.”

Kylo falls silent. Hux doesn’t look at him, slightly afraid of the reprimanding that he’s about to receive from Ren’s powerful hand for unearthing his intentions of their arrangement. The sex may be good—phenomenal, in fact—but underneath its disguise is a plot to keep Hux under Kylo’s thumb.

“What—” The sound of Kylo dropping to his knees startles Hux, making him drop his uniform in surprise. He turns, finding Kylo’s eyes brimming with tears and his large, rough hands smoothing up and down Hux’s calves with such gentleness that it sends ripples across Hux’s skin.

“I do care,” Kylo says, his voice deep and emotional. He leans in, planting kisses on Hux’s knobbly knees and then making his way up to his thighs, pressing his lips to every inch of the General’s pale skin.

“Kylo.”

“And you’re beautiful, Hux.” Kylo looks up through his curtain of dark hair before going back to his affections, kissing along Hux’s pelvis—avoiding his cock completely on purpose—to his sharp hipbones, trailing along to where Hux’s soft tummy is tumbling with butterflies. “Every part of you. Your legs, your belly, your chest. I love your ginger hair. I love your soft ankles and the freckles on your shoulders. I love how I can fit your hips in my hands. And your wrists!”

Kylo grabs one of Hux’s hands and brings Hux’s slender, delicate wrist to his lips and kisses it as though it’s the most precious thing in the galaxy.

Hux is speechless, watching Kylo’s kisses with nothing but awe and shock. This can’t be true.

“It is,” Kylo says, holding Hux’s hand in both of his, dwarfing the General’s completely but it seems to only spur Kylo on more as the size difference makes Hux embarrassed. “It is true, Hux. I love every inch of you. It’s like you were made for me. I…love you.”

Those words make Hux’s heart leap into a wondrous oblivion, soaring higher and higher until he’s overcome and leaping into Kylo’s arms to hug him and cry against him. And when Kylo’s strong arms wrap around him and hold him close, it’s the first time that Hux hasn’t felt like he’s out of place here.

It feels like home.