#hate how there are one million ways to spell his name in english

[muffinmoonn]

2 am uy doodle

[its-elvie-innit]

realizing duolingo is NOT HELPFUL if you don't have a background in languages is so annoying because it was helpful Years Ago they just changed it so it's bad now. I took french for four years, and it's a romantic language so learning Portuguese which is in the same branch makes duo a pretty useful tool because I can point to "um" and "uma" and go ah yeah that's like le and la, and they're letting me know the genders by teaching me man and woman as the first words. But I WOULDNT HAVE KNOWN THAT if I didn't ALREADY HAVE BACKGROUND in a SEPARATE SIMILAR LANGUAGE and also duolingo is SHIT AT TEACHING ME FRENCH because I don't have ADVANCED BACKGROUND IN FRENCH THAT IS WHAT I'M TRYING TO USE DUO FOR, ACTUALLY.

Honestly I'm not even fully using duolingo for my Portuguese information it's literally just a memorization tool to get you introduced to certain verbs. You literally CANNOT understand anything without prior knowledge, so I am half note-taking, half verb tabling, and 0.1% cramming duo lessons for that memorization boost. Duolingo used to have a well of information not even hosted by the application, but instead was manually written by its millions of users to help others understand word contexts, and it was free!!!! Duo didn't have to pay shit for it!!!!! But instead they chose to throw away MILLIONS of comments and discussion links to reduce their shit server costs because bill whatever-the-fuck his name was decided he hates learning actually and fuck all your good information I need two extra dollars to afford a snickers bar in the downstairs vending machine. Look at my terrible owl tiktoks.

And I DOUBLE know this because I was learning hiragana in 2019 and I still remember how to sound out at least a few letters because I only got a couple months in, and they had at least a few good tools to help you understand process and learn the content, but then this week I decided I'd like to learn Korean so I started with the basic course and I can tell you right now it might possibly be one of the WORST english phonetic representations of the language sounds I've ever read. Just a little under half, maybe, of duos spelling work for the Hangul letters are completely incomprehensible because of the completely avoidable letter duplication for different sounds. I'll give you an example:

Do you want to know how these letters are pronounced? Here's your hint; both sound suspiciously like tah.

For an app that's supposed to be pretty accessible, I would think that spelling the phonetics right would be pretty high up on your list!!!! And yes, I'm very familiar with the very hard t-sounding "d" sound of some eastern European languages, but I am being so serious when I say whoever pronounced these recordings just said "tah" and "ta"!!! It is EXTREMELY hard to differentiate certain sounds, but the thing is these are not the worst offenders. Actually, the Hangul lessons? Yeah, not the letter system on the side? Those are worse.

These two characters are done in such a robotic sounding way that the only way you can differentiate the sounds is by carefully, CAREFULLY listening to whether the robot (?) does the tongue flick that causes the rolling r at the very beginning of the recording. Otherwise, it's SUPER hard. I would expect you don't mischaracterize the sounds but hey apparently getting a voice actor for character sounds is really hard. I guess. Hey, let me try look this up on YouTube actually. Oh, but for that I would have to download a whole other app to properly write out the words because none of my other apps have a manual writing system and I AM USING DUO TO LEARN THE WORDS. this should be ON THERE.

Not to mention this character, where the robot JUST says T. It says "tuo". The one that it represents? Deo. I would even call it an Italian passing accent. It's stupid.

This problem is occurring in multiple languages, I'm just pointing it out in Korean because it's so all over the place. There's a character representing "kye" that is just. Straight up a ch sound. That's all fine and dandy but there's another character, spelled with a different letter that represents a CH sound too and it's NOT k. It's all over the place!!!!

In my Portuguese lessons, I can say "homem" all I want and it's still not going to give it to me ever because the robot pronounces it wrong. It's the FIRST word you learn in pr lessons, and you have to pronounce it with an H sound HEAVILY. The robot doesn't do that, but it's the only way duo accepts it during speaking lessons when it picks up other soft sounds just fine. I only know this through trial and error. It does NOT tell you.

The only way I learn anything is through my note taking and it's so so sad because duo really used to be good. But taking french, a language I really love, is a pain because at least once a lesson segment, if not twice I will get a word that I don't know and have never been taught, that has never popped up before, in, like, a picture activity where it shows you an image and you have to interpret the right words, so you can't click and check what it means. And every time I'll report that I've never learned the word, but its not like it teaches me or anything after I've reported it, and you don't get to know what the word means until you get the question right so you might lose all your hearts in a lesson just for nothing, if you end up choosing the wrong option too many times. It's so unenjoyable.

It's not like duo can't be good, it can. It's a fun app! But you don't learn any languages past the first couple of words, without any grammar or base knowledge to start you off. It makes me frustrated knowing that the options available to me are limited bases on the sentence structure I'm already familiar with.

[iwhishtomeetinournextlife]

An anonymous love (Part 1)

Summary : Y/N sees Sirius Black running away after a particulary rough letter from his mother. She wants to cheer him up and decide to send him a letter, anymously, she knows how much he hates her house.

Warnings : Slytherin!Reader, female!reader, reader is worried about Sirius, not proof read

Word count : 1.8k

English is not my first language, sorry if there is any mistakes

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Y/N loved receiving letters but even more sending them, she loved including all sorts of little gifts in hers; flowers, drawings, photographs, candies sometimes, she loved it even more now she was a witch,  she started doing experiments with her magic. She learned how to make the drawings moves, charms the flowers so they would reopen as fresh as new, she even found a way for the letter to be read out loud if desire, in a way were it doesn’t fold and destroy itself the ways howlers do, so it could be listen to over and over again, her family especially loved that one.

She wanted to see now if could even include kisses, or even hugs, the feeling of arm wrapping around you to squeeze you tight was one of the best feeling to her and she wanted to be able to send it to anyone, so they could feel it whenever they wanted.

She was able to put the hugs and the kisses on little cards who had to be unfold, it took many mistake, accidents and retry but she was able to do it after some times. It wasn’t as reusable has she had hoped, only three uses who doesn’t last more than five seconds, but she was confident enough to know she will do better in the future.

She had send her last version to her parents a few days ago, one she was the proudest of, and was now waiting for their respond. Making sure everything was perfect was important as the first time she tried to do it the message felt like a dagger stabbing her chest. Thankfully she had no injuries, Mrs Pomfrey assured her there were nothing, the pain stayed a few hours though and she could have kissed the nurse for excusing her from the morning class that day, she would have not been able to work anyway.

Y/N was now waiting at the slytherin table next to the few friends she was able to make among her own house, quietly eating while listening to the crazy story of the friend on her right, laughing joyfully. She turned her head when she saw the owls starting to enter the room, eager to find if she will receives the respond of her parents, she watch as the other student opened their own mail, including the raven-haired boy at the gryffindor table, Sirius Black.

He had catch the eye of Y/N like many others, girls and boys, but she never dared to make a move, she was a slytherin and she knew how much he hated them. She had thought many times to send him an anonymous later but what for ? It would be a lost cost and she rather let the feeling die rather than being hurt. Well, at least she thought her feelings would disappear as time went by but she was incredibly wrong, it only got more intense.

Being in most of his classes was of no help, his cocky behavior, his stunning looks and charming smile. What bugged her the most was how brilliant he was, she never saw him study or even really paid good attention in class but was somehow able to earn good marks. She was a bit jealous of him for that if she was honest with herself, she wasn’t a bad student per say but did have to be focused and study to have good grades. They talked a few times before, mostly him helping her out with classes but he was nothing but nice and patient with her despote the green of her tie.

She fell for him even more when she saw him helping first years travelling the corridors and defending a third year against her bully, the punch was perfectly aimed for Merlin’s sake ! She loved every story he told her, all the pranks, the aventures, the quidditch match. The more she learned about him, the more difficult it was for her to keep her eye away from him.

“You’re drooling again”, Jacob snapped her out of her mind “ ‘m not !” swipping her lips just to be sure, making her friends laugh, she was red of embarassment, so out she hadn’t notice the owl giving her her parent’s letter. She gratefully took it before giving a bit of food to the owl who then flied away. Y/N got interrupt has she was opening the enveloppe.

“C’mon, you cant’ keep looking at him from afar for the rest of school ! Talk to him for once and save us the lover eyes !” said Olivia, “I can’t, you know he hates slytherins” her friend opened her mouth to protest before being cut. “Plus, he is way out of my league, he is like-" Y/N hesited a bit on her words, waving her hand around “- a sun giving life around him and I’m just somekind of, I don’t know, insect in the dirt”. Her friends around all gave a chorus of long sighs, they heard that a million times before, she rolled her eyes “My point is, I will never have the courage to ask him out”.

Before anyone could talk, a loud sound was heard comming from the gryffindor table, followed by the sound of turn up paper. When Y/N looked, she frowned, seeing Sirius almost running out of the room. “Wait mate !” James Potter, his best friend, tried to follow him but Remus Lupin stopped him. Y/N didn’t quite catch what they were saying, something about him needing to be alone.

And alone he stayed, she didn’t see him for the rest of the day, and she learned during the dinner that night it was because of the letter he received from home, it was quite known by most of the people who cared enough to be aware of the disastrous relationship of Sirius and his family, as it wasn’t unusual to see the boy upset because of his mother. Y/N’s blood boiled every time it would happened, how could someone treat their child that way ? Taking their time to write every horrid words just to cause pain ? Using something she loved so much to cause trouble instead as it should be : for the one you loved.

The scene earlier that day worked her up so much, she put her parent’s latter away without reading it, and it is only now in her bed she remembered even having it. She smiled at the curved letters, it was her mother’s handwritting, she very enthousiatly explain how her and her dad loved the hug, that coupled with the speaking spell “It was like you were right here with us !”, well not quite as she precised right after, but it felt nice to feel and hear their daughter after so many weeks apparts. She laughted when her father this time wrote she should find a way to commercial it, as she will become the richest witch of the wizard world. “Sure thing dad” she thought to herself. She carefully fold the paper before putting it in her “letter box”.

Then when she laid down, she couldn’t stop feeling sad for Sirius, he had such terrible parents but deserved so much more. She turned and turned and turned around in her bed, searching for a way to cheer him up and then she stopped, thinking of the letter of her parents and the success of the hug in the message, perhaps, she could send him something ..? She blushed at the idea, what could she says ? “Hey, your parents suck but your butty could send me in outter space”, sure, yeah, what a great idea Y/N.

She sighed, fine, maybe not that harsh but she could try to remind him how much is he loved here and how much of a great person he is. So she sat down in her bed, took a piece of parchment, her ink and her quill, careful to not wake up her roomates as she closed her curtains. She blow air through her mouth for a minute, gathering some courage, and then she start to write, hoping he would like it.

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The next day when she woke up, or more like when it was time to get ready since she didn’t close her eye all night, wanting the message to be perfect : the drawing, an illustration of a dog, a stag, a rat and the moon, remembering the nickname and the jokes the marauders gave and made to eachothers, she charmed it for the little animals to run around the paper, leaving paws or hooves print behind –which disappear after a few step of course-, the curves of the words, the ink, she had opt for her favorite dark purple, the flowers had she picked, some wind-flower and cyclamen, that she carefully stuck to the parchment.

And of course the final touch : a kiss on the forhead. She had thought of a hug but decided it was too much, it could be scary to suddenly feels arms around you. A smol kiss was more appropriate, a bit bold yeah, but more fleeting, less intimidating and still a tender gesture.

When she was happy with the result and check any error in her words she put the message in an envelopt, decorated with stars, showing the cannis constellation, because of Sirius name obviously. And then put it in her bag, careful so her friend would not see it.

Once she was ready and out of her room with her friends, she realised she had no idea on how to give it to him. Surely not by hand, she didn’t put her name anywhere for a reason, maybe slide it into his bag during class ? But she was to scared to be caught.

She didn’t have to worry about it to much, since Sirius wasn’t at the class she shared with him, his friends looked troubled and worried, calmer than usual. Y/N felt a weight setting in her stomach, was the letter that bad he didn’t want to show up today either ? When he wasn’t at lunch either, she decided to send him by owl.

She excused herself from her friend, saying she had to send a letter, it wasn’t unusual for her to do so, so they didn’t even flinch. Once at the owl aviary and once she gave it to an owl and walked away, trying not to think to much, she stop. What if the letter only made him more upset ? Of course nothing she wrote was mean, but what if he didn’t like at all the idea of some unknown person looking in his private life ? Feeling arrogant enough to think they could cheer him up when his friends, those whom he consider family, weren’t able to do it ? Y/N turned around to take the letter back but it was too late, the bird had fly away, and since he was at hogwarts, he will have it in a few minutes only.

She felt the weight in her stomach get heavier, she hoped so much it will not make things worse.

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Hoped you liked my first fic ! I don't know when the second part will be posted but I'll do my best for it to be soon.

Have a nice day ! Love you <3

[u-look-beautiful-today]

Another Lumity AU (cause I can)

(totally saw this concept on tiktok)

Concept: the number of words you can speak is determined by a system. Person A has never had any words. Person B has millions.

Words are very special

You have to constantly think of the right words to say

Or else you will reach your limit

And nothing is worse than a dreaded "0" above your head

Every one gets a set number of words they can say

These numbers appear above your head at all times

You get numbers on your birthday

It's okay if you don't use them all

They just get added to next years numbers

Writing and texting doesn't count

Once you speak does the timer tick down

It's a good thing witches on the Boiling Isles don't need to talk to cast spells

Amity would be screwed

She hasn't been gifted any words since she was 3 years old

11 years of silence

It's lonely

But she's a Blight

And because she's a Blight

People still love her

They don't know her though

They just love her for her name

And everyone fears what the Twins would do if they find out Amity is being bullied

The bullying is quiet

Passing notes and side remarks

Looks her peers send each other

The casual way they don't invite her to everything

Amity knows

She can hear the whispers in locker rooms, bathrooms, and cafeteria

"God what a loser"

"She wouldn't have anything good to say anyway"

"Can you believe she's a Blight?"

She won't tell or let it get to her

A cold exterior and nasty looks are her shield

God is Luz gifted

Ever since she was 2 she has been gifted with thousands of words

By the time she's 10 she has over 1 million words

And she uses them

She almost never has to think about it

She doesn't have to be careful

Or think before she speaks

She just goes and goes

Unfortunately her mother isn't so lucky

Camilia is silent

She has 0 words

Ever since she was a teenager

So Luz has always done the talking for her mother

They mostly communicate through sign language

Both Spanish and English

Luz doesn't understand the hate people with 0 words get

It's not their fault

So Luz is seen as weird for befriending them

And she's weird for a whole bunch of reasons

But mostly that one

Her mother still sends her to the summer camp

Luz stumbles upon Eda and

Luz has never seen someone with such high numbers

Eda just winks and brushes it off when Luz asks why she has such high numbers

"It's because she killed and ate people and took their numbers"

King can be dramatic

Luz meets Amity and Willow

The bullying isn't verbal

But it is still messed up when Amity trips Willow

Luz has never really seen someone with 0 words bully anyone

When Covention happens

Luz learns that Amity does know sign language

Amity doesn't use sign language at school

All of her "friends" don't know it

They refuse to learn it

She usually just texts or uses her abomination to speak

Amity is very shocked when Luz understands her signing

How can a girl with millions upon millions of words

Know sign language?

Does her heart stutter? Maybe

After the library incident

Luz and Amity exchange numbers

They begin texting more and more

Amity learns that Luz's mother is silent

Explains a lot

Amity doesn't mind signing with Luz

It feels nice to be able to 'talk' freely

So much happens with them

All the adventures

The long 'talks'

Feelings changing

Amity likes Luz

Like a lot

The time comes and it's Amity's birthday

"You're gonna get words this year! Go on, sign it! Sign! It!"

She's so optimistic

Amity wakes up and doesn't check her numbers

Why should she?

It isn't until Edric spits out his cereal

And Emira screams that Amity looks

"MITTENS"

"WORDS, YOU HAVE WORDS"

Emira makes a mirror appear

3

3 words

It isn't much

But for 11 years she has had 0

A part of her, the logical part, says to save them

Be silent another year and hopefully get more

But the other part of her

The much louder part

Tells her something else

And that's how she ends up at The Owl House

Luz is over ecstatic

"AMITY, words! You have words!!!!"

Luz goes on and on about saving them

About how amazing it is

About how she knew Amity would get words

She just talks and talks

And Amity doesn't hear most of it

Her heart pounds in her chest

She needs to say it

She needs Luz to know

Her words will not be wasted

This is why words were created

She puts both hands on Luz's shoulders

The girl silences and stares at her

An easy smile and caring eyes

She's ready

"I love you"

Amity's voice is so nice

Not even horsed for not being used

It was so sweet and smooth

A very attractive voice-

Wait

Did

Did she just?

Luz takes a minute to process it all

Once it clicks

She can't stop smiling or blushing

She crushes Amity into a hug and speaks only 4 words back

"I love you too"

[deadontheinsidebut]

Happy Anniversary, Salt-shaker

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: You and Tsukishima are celebrating your 2 year anniversary and he shows a side you’ve never seen before. (it’s summer and you both have just graduated from high school a month ago). It’s basically a day in a life with Tsukishima with a hint of soft boi :’)

Warning(s): soft Tsukki ☺

Words: 1.7k

a/n: ik it sounds kind of boring but I promise it’s cute!! Pls give it a read.

Today marks the two year anniversary for you and your boyfriend. It was the beginning of summer and the sun was starting to come out a lot more. As you stare outside your bedroom window, a sleepy voice muffles for you to shut the blinds and get back to bed. Sometimes, you forget how soft the snarky middle blocker is in the morning.  

“I’m sorry sweetheart, is the sun bothering you?” You ask, snickering at his babyish antics.

“Mmph,” he murmurs something incoherent into the pillow.

You make your way over to your bed that was currently occupied by a certain blond haired boy. 

“What was that, sweetie?” you say.

His arm extends quickly and pulls you into his arms. Your eyes are wide open in shock as he holds you like a teddy bear, his big form enveloping your petite one. 

“Be quiet. It’s too early for this,” he mutters against your ear. 

“But Tsukki-”

You were cut off by a pair of soft lips pressing onto the top of your head. The next kiss landed on your ear. He slowly makes his way down to your neck, his warm breath makes you blush. 

“T-tsukki, what are you doing?”

“I told you to be quiet.”

You turn to face him and his eyes are half-closed. He lazily blinks and stares at you. The closeness between your faces makes your heart flutter. Two years have passed and you still get butterflies. A couple minutes of staring passes before Tsukishima begins talking again.

“Happy anniversary, idiot.”

You bury your face into his neck to hide your embarrassment. 

“Where did all your sass go, princess?” 

“Shut up,” you grumble. 

You both lay there for what felt like eternity before your stomach grumbles. 

You can feel the vibrations against your body as your boyfriend lets out a deep laugh. 

“Lets get up and eat,” he decides for you. 

The both of you are up and dressed now. You and Tsukki have got the house to yourselves since your parents were off vacationing somewhere in Hawaii and of course what better thing to do than to call your boyfriend over and have a sleepover?

His sluggish romantic side was gone the moment you both left the bed. He was back to his smart-mouthed self and you didn’t mind. After all, that’s exactly why you fell in love with him in the first place. 

You’re slaving away in the kitchen trying to make an English breakfast when Kei comes over to you with a cup of warm tea. He’s smirking at your distress because he knows how much you hate cooking in the morning. He would offer to help you, but seeing you scrambling (pun intended) around the kitchen trying to find the eggs was much more endearing. 

Eventually, you do finish making the food and you two settle down to enjoy breakfast. Eating with Tsukishima is usually filled with silence as he liked to enjoy his meal in peace. He has his signature headphones over his ears and is humming along to the music. You watch his relaxed demeanor and can’t help but sigh softly at him. This makes him look up at you and smirk once again.

“What are you looking at, you weirdo?” 

“Hmph, why do you have to make everything sound bad, Tsukki?” You whine playfully.

You’re munching on your bread when you feel a foot rest under yours from beneath the table. Your shocked eyes make their way up to look at the salt-shaker, but his eyes are focused on his food. You decide to take his strange form of affection in stride and continue to happily eat your breakfast.

Since the sun was shining so brightly on your anniversary, you decided to take advantage of it and have a picnic at the park. Hand in hand, you two made your way down the trail of the park. The flowers surrounding you two alone was enough to bring a smile to your face. 

“Keiiiiiiii,” you drag out his name. 

He’s looking at you suspiciously because you only say his name like that when you want something. 

“Pick me a flower!” You exclaim.

You don’t actually expect him to comply but...

“Tch, stupid,” he responds as he bends over to pick up an iris. The light purple colour was so much more beautiful in the sunlight and your eyes glimmered in excitement at the romantic gesture. You open your palms awaiting the flower, but Tsukishima had other plans. He gently places it behind your ear and fondles your hair. 

God, you can’t get enough of him. And he can’t stop smirking at your bashful face. 

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes your hand again and leads you over to an empty spot of grass. You spread the picnic blanket across the grass and you both sit facing each other on it. You two are eating the basic pb and j sandwiches when a ball is kicked in your face. Tsukki quickly turns his head in the direction that the ball was coming from, his face looking like he was going to punish whoever was at fault for hurting his precious girlfriend. 

A little boy rushes over to retrieve his ball and apologize for the incident but Tsukishima was not having it. His eyes are staring daggers at the poor boy and you can see the kid cowering at the sight. You quickly step in front of your boyfriend and the boy and smile at him.

“It’s alright! Don’t worry about it!” You reassure the boy and he takes this chance to run away. 

Tsukki is quick to spin you around and check your head for any bruises. After a million “I’m okays” and him chastising you for not and dodging the ball, you both settle down and finish the picnic. You soak up the July sun and wish this day could last forever minus the ball to the head.

It was almost 6pm and you both had booked a room at a karaoke bar. This was your idea. Tsukishima just grumbled and went along with it because he wanted you to be happy (hehe). When you two get there, you sing the first song. He’s laid back against the couch watching you prance around the room enthusiastically. His eyes are on your every move and you start to slow down at his intense gaze. He’s entranced by you. You’re everything he wants. you notice this and take this chance to sit on his lap playfully while singing loud and proud. His arms make its way around your waist and you lean down for kiss. But before your lips could touch, you pull away and the song ends. He’s grumbling at your tease and you laugh as you get off. 

“Your turn!” You declare, once again not expecting him to actually get up and grab the microphone out of your hand and whisper in your ear,

“It’s payback time, princess.”

It’s safe to assume that he only calls you by that pet name when he’s scheming as well. The song he’s chosen echoes around the room and the tune of “Love Story” by Taylor Swift is heard. Obviously, you are as surprised because you didn’t even know that he knew this song considering his opposite-of-anything-sweet personality. 

As he belts the lyrics of the song, he takes your hand in his and stares deep into your eyes. He does not need the lyrics, you notice. He sings “marry me y/n you’ll never have to be alone..” and his eyes hold so much conviction that you almost believe him. Your heart is fluttering wildly and you leap into his arms. He catches you with one arm. The song has finished and your bodies are intertwined in a lover’s embrace. 

Tsukishima makes the first move and shifts your weight so that you’re resting on one leg as he reaches into the carry-along bag he had. He pulls out a pair of headphones that look similar to his except that they were tinted pink. He hands them to you and you examine them carefully. On one of the muffs were your names etched in the center. You gasp at his intricate gift. 

“Now you can listen to music too instead of just staring at my face like a weirdo,” he comments, his signature smirk right on his face.

Your face heats up.

“SHUT UP BAKASHIMA,” but your face is buried in his neck. You appreciate him so much. 

“Oh! I have your gift too!” 

“I told you not to get me anything,” he mutters, but you can see a faint smile on his face.

Your hands reveal a beautiful watch that opens up to display a picture of you two smiling and looking at each other lovingly.

“This picture was from our one year anniversary..” his voice trails off and pink dusts his cheek.

“Yup! You can replace it with any picture later on, but I love this one so-”

Your words are cut off as he pulls you towards him. He’s warm. His fingers press into your back. One hand releases you and pulls you away so he can place his hand on your cheek. He gently caresses your face and his eyes hold absolute adoration. Slowly, as though he were holding a doll, he pulls you in and your lips finally meet. The kiss is soft and delicate. You close your eyes and hum against his mouth. He deepens the kiss and in that moment, you knew this was exactly where you were meant to be. 

You two make your way home, genuine smiles plastered on your faces, each other’s gifts in hand. After you two had showered and gotten into clean clothes, you’re back onto the bed but this time, there is no sun. Despite that, the moon is shining just as brightly. It held a kind of mysterious aura to it and it made the atmosphere so much more intimate. You’re cuddling with your back to his chest when he turns you to face him. 

“Did you have fun today?” He asks you.

“Mhm,” you mumble into his chest. 

“I love you, y/n.”

Your eyes shoot up and look into Tsukki’s eyes. There is nothing but complete love in them. 

“L-love you too, K-kei,” you stutter back. 

This Tsukki was different. He was oh so romantic. Perhaps it was the summer’s spell that was influencing your salty boyfriend, but you wanted to savour it. 

“Happy anniversary, idiot”

“Happy anniversary, Salt-shaker”

[harryspet]

little doe [4] peter parker

[Warnings] peter parker x named oc, mj fluff, a/b/o dynamic, dd lg dynamic, broken english, oral sex (male recieving), angst 

A/N: I’ve been getting so much LOVE for this story and I appreciate it so much! I hope I can continue to please you guys with a few more chapters to this series.

In which chaos runs through the Parker household.  

Like, reblog and let me know what you think!

word count: 2.8k

As MJ entered Peter’s apartment, she descended upon complete chaos. Something smelt like it was burning coming from the kitchen, she followed a trail of smoke to find a burning pot of soup that had turned black, “Peter!” She called but received no answer. MJ turned off the stove before walking into the living room. MJ had to watch her every step, there were random items strewn everywhere around the apartment, and she had to dust lucky charm marshmallow off the bottom of her shoes. 

The living room was the worst of them all, everything was  out of place, the couch was shredded in a few places, curtains off the rods, and everything torn off the shelves, “Doe?” MJ found the girl sitting in the corner, facing the wall, hands in her face, “Why are you in the corner?” 

Doe turned her head, her face in a pout, and MJ noticed the mess her hair was and also the fact that there were red and blue markings on her hands, “Bad girl! Stay here! Don’t move!” She mimicked Peter’s voice and MJ noted that the girl was only wearing one of his t-shirts. 

Peter’s words were echoing over and over again in Doe’s mind. She felt miserable. 

“Why on earth would he say that?” MJ wondered what the hell had happened in the last week that she hadn’t been there. Peter had called her a few hours ago and everything seemed to be fine. Doe’s hands began to form into a balled fist and she nodded over to the middle of the room. 

Peter’s most treasured prize, a lego version of the Millenium falcon, was now melted into the coffee table. She couldn’t even recognize it. MJ sighed, urging Doe to stand up. “Did not … mean it. Promise.”

“Of course you didn't. It’s okay,” MJ knew she couldn’t have intentionally done anything to hurt Peter, “Where is Peter?”

Doe shrugged and MJ reached to grab her hand, “Let’s find him.”

Doe pulled away from her quickly, “Peter is mad!” Doe couldn’t face him, not after what she did and how he reacted. The last week had been complete chaos. Her heat had been giving her serious mood swings and it didn’t help that Peter’s work had become stressful, “No, please.” 

“Doe-” Before MJ could protest, Doe fell down to her bottom and planted herself there. She crossed her arms over her chest as she planned to hide from Peter for the rest of her life.

“Peter is mad for me,” Doe tried to explain again. MJ mentally cursed, the entire situation completely baffling her. Where the hell was Peter?

MJ sighed, “I promise he’s not mad at you,” No reaction, “Fine, just stay here and I’ll go find him.”

MJ kicked over a few misplaced pillows as she made her way out of the living room. She called for Peter as she walked down the hallway before she heard some rumbling around from his office. She wasted no time in knocking as she barged inside. Much like the living room, it was utter chaos, “Everyone in this house has clearly lost their shit,” MJ stated, watching him pace the length of the room, computer in hand. He hadn’t even noticed her walk in, “Peter!”

Michelle ducked as a web aimed right for her head thanks to startling Peter. Peter finally noticed she wasn’t some enemy and stared with wide eyes, “MJ? You scared me!”

“I’ve been yelling in the apartment for ten minutes! Is your Peter tingle not working anymore?”

Peter frowned but went back to staring at his computer. MJ noted his serious bed head and the fact that his shirt was on backward. There seemed to be million open folders tagged with red letters that spelled CONFIDENTIAL and Peter’s secret arsenal of the inventions Stark made for him was open, not hidden anymore by a bookshelf. MJ approached him, snapping her fingers, “Hello, earth to Peter!” 

Peter flashed her an annoyed look, “What is it?”

“You told me to come over, remember?”

“Right,” Peter nodded, “I need you to watch Doe. I’m going … somewhere and I can’t think around her.”

“Is this about your lego toy?”

Peter scowled at her, anger welling up inside of him, “It’s not a lego toy! It’s an eight-thousand piece Millenium Falcon that Ned and I spent thirty hours putting together. Destroyed!” MJ rolled her eyes. 

“She wouldn’t do it for no reason. She just doesn’t know how to control her powers-”

“She knows exactly how to control them,” Peter interjected, “What she doesn't know is how to handle her emotions. She tried to make a drawing of my costume on the wall and, when I told her she couldn’t do that, she exploded. She destroyed the apartment and, just my luck, the fireplace was on. She barely lifted a finger when she summoned that fire.”

MJ took a breath, Peter’s words sinking in, “This doesn’t mean you can tell her to go stand in a corner when you’re angry at her. She didn’t know how much that thing meant to you.”

“I didn’t-” Peter shut his laptop, tossing it on his leather couch, and began to rub his temples as he winced at the thought, “I forgot that I had. I’m not angry with her, MJ, my mind is just all over the place. Fury is torturing me and I can’t afford to slip up or he’ll show up here and find out about Doe.”

MJ nodded, finally understanding what had been going on, “Then I’ll stay here with her while you’re gone. You can get Fury off of your back and Doe and I will stay under the radar,” Peter opened his mouth to thank her but MJ raised a finger, “But first, you’re going to say whatever magic words she wants to hear because, for some weird reason, she likes you a lot and cares what you think of her. And as much as I like sadness and pain, she is the purest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on and she is the only person that I don’t want to see sad and in pain.” 

MJ followed Peter as they went to search for Doe, who was hiding in the walk-in pantry. MJ leaned in the doorway and Peter crouched down where Doe had tucked herself. Peter brushed a piece of the girl’s bright hair behind her ears, “Peter is sorry for his behavior earlier,” MJ almost snorted as he referred to himself in the third person.

“Doe is sorry. Promise,” Her plan failed completely and it only took about twenty minutes as she wrapped her arms around Peter. He hugged her tightly and felt a lot of his anxiety melt away. Explaining to her that he had to leave for a few days would be difficult but he suspected MJ would make it easier. 

“Things are going to be great when I get back, I promise.”

“Hate to make this awkward but both of you look like you haven’t showered in days so maybe we should tackle that challenge first.”

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Peter was exhausted when he finally returned back from his two weeks later. He had barely slept the entire time and his muscles were aching, not to mention all the bruises that were still healing. He came in close to dinner time to find that the house was still put together, actually, it was cleaner than usual which was odd. That wasn’t the weirdest part because, as he entered the kitchen, he saw that Doe was wearing shoes. 

“Peter!” Of course, Peter accepted her warm embrace but Peter noted her black combat boots, black leather jacket, and finally paired with, you guessed it, a black dress. 

MJ looked up from her slice of pizza to say, “I couldn’t get her into pants, sadly.”

Doe was still tightly wrapped around him as Peter responded, “I think you’ve done enough, thanks. I should’ve known you’d turn her into a mini version of you.”

“Peter, we go shopping!” Peter shot a confused and accusatory look at MJ. 

“You were cool with us using your credit card, right?” MJ took a calm bite of her pizza. 

“You took someone with uncontrolled elemental powers out into public? What if something had happened?”

“It was only for an hour or two … on a few days. She had some anxiety but she got over it quickly. She’s super chill when she’s with me. Plus, you’d be awkward as hell if you had to bra shop with her.”

“MJ, we discussed this-” Before Peter could berate her, MJ grabbed her backpack and her slice of pizza and stormed out of the kitchen.

“Thanks for the pizza and the new clothes, Peter. Bye, kid!”

“Bye-bye, MJ! Good morning!” Doe still had yet to unwrap herself from Peter and, even as her babysitter left, she held Peter tight. 

Peter huffed as he heard the front door slammed. He looked down at Doe who was smiling wide, “Pi-zza for Peter? Make happy?”

Peter nodded and they ate pizza together before Peter collapsed onto his bed with Doe in his arms. 

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Doe thought that since her heat had passed that she might crave his touch less but this was not at all true. The two weeks apart had her craving him and Peter didn’t seem to mind the extra comfort that she brought him after his long mission. 

She told him all about her adventures with MJ in the words that she knew and that he could understand. It was all a bit jumbled but Peter still seemed to nod and smile though she could see the worry some of the stories had caused him. 

She still liked kissing Peter. He never asked her too but she noticed the way he leaned in when they were looking at each other. He’d hold her head and push his tongue into her mouth, exploring her. 

She couldn’t stop thinking as she paced the hallway, just outside Peter’s office, where he was video conferencing inside. She wasn’t to go inside which she knew but she could hear his voice from the outside. Hear the nervousness and crave to ease any anxiety that he had. 

It was a total accident that a gust of air rushed past and the door cracked open a bit. She peeked inside to see Peter sitting behind his desk, his fingers tapping at his desk, as he stared at a hologram screen across from him. 

She could tell that, whoever was talking to him, a pale woman with brunette hair, “I talked to him, I’m pretty sure he has nothing to do with this situation and, if he did, he wouldn’t have ... “ Peter’s voice trailed off as he saw a totally, conspicuous person crawling into his office. 

Peter’s eyes met hers and his eyes became sharp as if to warn her without outward saying it. 

“Parker?” Peter’s head darted back up to look at Maria. 

“Yes, like I was saying …” Peter continued on the debriefing of his mission as he saw Doe crawl beneath his desk. 

She couldn’t hide the fact that sometimes she enjoyed frustrating Peter. As her hands ran up his legs and she felt him flinch, she giggled to herself. His hand slipped under the desk and he waved his hand as if to tell her to stop. She only took his hand, slipping two of his fingers into her mouth as she slowly sucked on them. It was what he did to his own fingers after stimulating her sensitive parts with his hands. 

Peter paused his speech for a second before, slipping his fingers away and wiping them onto his pants. He continued to talk to the woman as if nothing had happened. Doe positioned herself between his legs and set her head in his crotch, peeking up at him. Peter scowled down at her and she only blushed. 

She nuzzled him into him like a kitten to its owner. 

She thought much about what was between his legs and the fact that he never really insisted on her returning the pleasure that he brought her. She felt how it grew harder when she ground against him during her first heat and she felt it press against her bottoms in the mornings. He never let her touch it as he rushed to the bathroom in the morning to take care of it himself. 

Doe felt it now, growing harder just because of her proximity to it. Peter continued talking and shifted uncomfortably but that only made it more visible to her. Doe sat back on her knees and began to run her fingers over the outline it created in his shorts. 

“Well, we have other agents working this for now and - Peter? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine- ah!” Doe wrapped her fingers around the outline, slowly stroking up and down. It was fascinating to her and her original plan to bother him for attention quickly took a turn. She wondered if it worked the same way as her private parts did, “I-I’m just not feeling well, Ms. Hill.”

“I’ll leave you to enjoy the rest of your day, Peter. Expect a call from Fury sometime soon,” Peter nodded quickly as he reached to end the call. 

Soon, the hologram disappeared but the problem at hand was even direr than the mission he was just sent on. 

Peter rolled back in his chair and Doe emerged from under the desk, “Stay away, you evil girl.”

Doe only crawled forward, giggling, “Take care for Peter, please?” She positioned herself between his legs again, sitting up on her knees as her hands reached for the member growing in his pants. It felt a bit softer now and Doe frowned but a few more touches from her, it was hard again. 

Peter’s breath hitched in his throat, “Do you even know … what that mouth of yours would do to me? What your hands would do?” He would kill her, he was sure of it, but at least he’d die happy. 

Peter thought for a moment before slipping down his pants and his boxers, letting his hard member spring free. Doe wasn’t sure what she was expecting but she didn’t expect he’d be hiding all of this inside of his pants. Peter took her hand and gently wrapped it around the base of his cock. 

“Touch it like this,” He instructed her, trying to hold in the sounds he desperately wanted to release. She moved her hand up and down slowly, twisting as he showed her how “You can use your hands or your mouth but both are better … much better. Open your mouth, Doe.”

Peter leaned forward, holding her head, as she opened her mouth. Peter stuck two of his fingers into her open mouth, “Good girl,” he praised her as he went deeper. He was surprised how deep he went before she even gagged and an evil part of him, deep down inside of him, liked that very much. He liked seeing her eyes wide like this and saliva dripping down her chin, “Suck and move that tongue around.”

With some coaching, she easily obeyed. 

“That’s what you want to do with me … okay?” She nodded, bringing her mouth towards Peter’s member. She took him into her mouth, “Move that tongue around, Doe -ah! Just like that.”

His moans were encouragement enough as Doe swirled her tongue around his tip before fully taking him into her mouth. Peter gathered her bright hair in his hand, pushing it from her face, so he could see her clearly as she devoured him, “Keep those eyes on me, little one.”

And she did. 

He wouldn’t last long like this, he knew it, but Doe seemed to gain more control, not needing much guidance as she eagerly took him in deeper. She was … supernatural. 

She gagged as she took in the whole length of him but she kept her tongue swirling around his base even as her eyes watered from the lack of oxygen. Peter almost lost it then but she pulled away with a gasp, “Good, Peter?”

“So good, Doe. So good.”

Doe giggled and went back to tending to him, bobbing her head up and down with the guidance of Peter’s hands wrapped around her hair. He could only handle a minute of it before his hips were bucking and he was releasing into her mouth. 

Peter opened his mouth to tell her she could spit it out but he watched as she swallowed it all and with little complaint. Doe was satisfied knowing she could take care of Peter in this way now. She stood up and crawled into his lap, straddling him. 

“What am I gonna do with you, huh?”

“Kiss Doe?”

Peter smiled and pecked her lips. 

Doe felt like a princess. 

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Reflection on Founder Ymir, Eren Yeager and trauma processing

Or alternatively because I'm Eren Apologize (but not a Yeagerist) Or second alternative: a strange theory about Founder Ymir

Forgive any spelling errors, I'm not a native english speaker.

I thought long before to write this thought, some person will think it is weirdo, some have probably already taken the pitchforks and want to light the fire and burn me. That's okay. XD

I've been following AoT for several years and reading this ending has stirred a great wave of mixed feelings in my heart, but something, about this ending, doesn't convince me. In the fact many things do not convince me. Translating my thoughts from Italian to English is really complicated, but I want try.

Ymir: Her character appears little, we know her for a few chapters and she is presented as thw victim wife of King Fritz. Fritz is absolutely disgusting, a horrible man and Ymir obviously had stockholm syndrome, ((it is real clear how Fritz abuses on her physically and mentally)), but why then is it revealed that Ymir had really opened the fence? Why had Ymir opened the fence? Obviously, death and torture as a punishment for opening a fence is unfair, but why did she open the damn fence? Curiosity: in old Norse fence is "Utgard" In Norse mythology, Útgarðr (from Old Norse "outer enclosure") is the part outside of fence that encloses Miðgarðr, the Earth. Utgard is covered in ice and snow, and is the home of the ice giants. Furthermore, the term Utgard was used as a suffix for Loki, ((Útgarða-Loki)) precisely to indicate the concept that it came from beyond the borders of Midgard. And Loki is also a notorius trickster...

Ymir have the name of the first ice giant too, the one who created the earth and every species; always Ymir opens a fence; Ymir opening the fence breaks an order, a law. Ymir, on a symbolic way, this represents the breaking of a balance and perhaps represents Loki, and his dualism between good and evil. We will never know why Ymir opened the pig pen, but she did. But she did it.

Eren:

Eren inherits the attacking giant, the only one with the ability to see into the past and into the future. For this giant, time does not exist, he sees everything, but if this giant was a part of Ymir, maybe does this mean that Ymir, when she was a Titan, could see the future? It is said explicitly, clearly, that Ymir was omnipotent, so she could see the future?

And now the million euros question: why do you want to forgive Eren? Because Eren's behavior is that of a traumatized child, and yes, I know that many AoT characters have traumas and that they have not become genocidal monsters. But I'm not done explaining, so I go ahead: chapter 139 starts with Eren explaining his plan and the reasons for his plan to Armin, but after a few scenes Eren says he doesn't understand / he don't know what he's doing, is everything confused for him. Why does Eren seem so sure first and then confused? And why in the scene where he marches on the sea does he see himself as a child? Eren reveals that he had never felt free and he was somehow envious of Armin. For me, everything is explained in one word: dissociation. Explaining dissociation is difficult, but I try to explain it in a simple way: a dissociated person sometimes perceives reality in a distorted way, does not react in a healthy way to stimuli such as sadness and joy. Dissociation sometimes occurs as a result of trauma. Eren, in fact, has trauma, and I repeat, it's true, many AoT characters have trauma, but why did Eren become a genocide? Because Eren has a trauma never exceeded. Because Eren saw the future and only saw death. In the future Eren saw all his friends dead after reaching, finally and after many years, the sea and the free. Eren was, literally, crushed by these visions of death; that's enough to push someone have an extreme choice. I condemn Eren's gesture, but I forgive him as a person because he was afraid, and none of us know what he would have done in Eren's place to save his home and his friends. Eren also did not hate the Marlean, Eren hated himself because he did not see a way out for that shitty situation.

After these reflections on Ymir and Eren, I have other questions: Why did Ymir wait for Mikasa? Did Ymir want to free the Eldians? Did Ymir want to take revenge on King Fritz? Ymir, since she was omnipotent, could he have manipulated Eren by showing him only death deeply visions? We will never know. Yes, I have this theory, that Ymir may have fooled Eren. Why does Ymir smile seeing Eren beheaded? The answer might be “finally there are no giants anymore”, but why did she seem happy with Eren's death? Eren had saved Ymir, she cries for joy when someone finally understood her pain; but then why does she seem happy with Eren's death?

Many questions, few answers. In summary, for me, Ymir has an unclear behavior, and Eren seems to me clearly dissociated, not very lucid in some moments, maybe he even manipulated by Ymir. I'm sorry for him, for the future he saw, for having given up hope, because a person without hope is a person who feels dead. I'm sorry for Eren. I feel sorry for him. Eren wanted a better world, and he became an executioner and all because no one really escaped his fate, a destiny, perhaps, seen and wanted by Ymir.

Little "technical" note:

I like the Aot ending, very much, because it wasn't the classic black and white ending, it wasn't the classic happy ending. I loved Mikasa and Levi, and Erwin, I loved Reiner's journey, Jean's evolution, Sasha and Connie's sympathy. I loved many characters. I laughed and cried. I thanked Isayama for this courageous work. But despite this, I also have reservations about this last chapters; at the plot level, Ymir is clearly a Deus Ex Machina, literally a divinity, that is, a way to resolve an unsolvable plot according to the classic principles of cause and effect. A sometimes serious flaw in a story, but this is depends on how an author uses it. Ymir was a character with a lot of potential, but we don't know anything about she and Isayama, in my opinion, he preferred to finish the manga with chapter 139 because it was cool symbolically. 13 the number of years of life of a holder of giants and 9 the number of Titans. 13 in numerology symbolizes death and / or change. And much more could be said about the meaning, the plot, the emotions that he gave me, but the post was really long and I don't want to bore you. Writing such a long post is really a rare occurrence for me XD I don't like to talk, but I was too flustered about the AoT ending and the mixed feelings I had about Ymir.

Ps: for sure someone could misunderstand my words, so I repeat it here too, yes, I like Eren, I appreciate him as a character, I like that he made certain choices at the plot level because he felt, literally, like a rat in a trap, but no, I'm not a yeagerist and his actions, on a human level, are reprehensible. I hope it is clear.

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██████████████]99% LOADING...SUSPECT INTO THE APD DATABASE...

WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: the Italian Mafia, the sound of Lo-Fi beats, a coffee house . With a slight resemblance to NAKAMOTO YUTA of/the NCT 127.

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Last Name, First Name: Maiko, Akuyoshi ALIAS: The Crow Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Japanese Age: 73 Date of Birth: October 31st, 1948 Gender: Cismale Preferred Pronouns:  He/Him Species: Demon Occupation: N/A Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Pale Eye color:  One dark grey almost black the other black with red, white and gold flecks in the iris Scars:  two burn scars on either temple, faint scars on his wrists and ankles from long term restraints Piercings:  10 up his right ear from lobe to the top, 5 on his left ear (double lobe, cartilage, helix and daith) Tattoos:  Many sporadic tattoos up his arms, and a few on his chest, hip and back. Hair color:  jet black with a white/greyish streak in the front Abnormalities:  his eyes, and his hair color is natural Horns/ wings/ etc: Transformed form: Akuyoshi’s transformed (demon) form is a four eyed creature with two long black horns coming from his head, dark shadow like wings sprout from his back. The corner of his mouth extend into a sharped tooth grin and his nails grow to abnormal lengths.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  N/A SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: Russian, Japanese, English and Below Average Korean SECRETS: The reported terroistic attack on the KGB agency was carried out solely by him, he was in the wind before they could find him. SAVVIES:  Guitar, Tinkering/fixing things, Cooking, Assassin work Powers & Abilities: Darkness manipulation, minor pyrokenisis, the ability to possess the living(any 'undead' creatures are immuned), life draining, Infrakenisis (with limitations due to being on earth), Demonic Psionics (with limitations due to being on earth), and able to summon creatures from hell.  Expert Stealth, Assassination Tactics, Knowledge in various tranquilizers and poisons, Knowledge in various ways of body disposal, Advance knifing abilities (this includes throwing knives, regular knives, swords and katanas). Traits: patriarchal & mysterious

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Date of Birth: October 31st, 1948 Date of Death: [ if applying for an undead character ] Crime Record: He hates most authority figures, the ones that use their power over others to control them. He’s on many watch lists for assassination of political leaders (rumored), various counts of murder (alleged), various counts of torture (alleged) and a connection to a wealthy and quite suspicious operation worked out of the human city (also alleged), he has never been convicted. He is also technically the sole suspect of the slaughter of 25 KGB agents, 3 high ranked scientists and 2 high ranked psychologist back in 1964.

Background/Biography:

tw: this passage includes vague descriptions of murder, mind control, non-l conscentual impregnation, drug use, sexual abuse, rape, abuse of a minor, blood , parental death, death during childbirth and torture.

Once you are locked away by fiery bars, too powerful to be allowed loose in the human realm or any other, when some from even the darkest depths and realms fear your name on their lips you find yourself, aching to create the chaos you so desperately seek. Cursed to spend the rest of your days roaming the underworld in a special sanctuary for the protection of other hellspawns...and the world,  with no way of getting to those realms, in fear of their ultimate destruction what could you possibly do to sate your disgusting lust for those around you to suffer. Easily, he would say, a powerful demon whose name they refused to utter, you create someone else to do the job for you. Sure possession is an option, but all it takes is some divine force to remedy that, especially when it comes to humans, so you….steal a vessel, create living breathing flesh to carry out your sadistic tendencies while you watch from the depths of Hell. All you need is someone to hold it, just for nine months.

Akame Miako’s obsession with the occult lead to her being that vessel. An only child to a hardworking and quite wealthy family in her village she seemed to counter the intense loneliness with spell books and rituals, stories of demonic possession and seances peaked her interest and she went as far to invite one into her home...kind of.  Akame didn’t think the stories were true, easy access to summon something that even some other demons feared was far fetched for a mere mortal like her, besides even if she did , she was sure it’d be harmless, as harmless as demon could get. The translation from Latin to Japanese was a bit murky, she did all the things she was supposed to do, shut the door, lit the onyx colored candles and chanted his name. It tasted foul on her lips, metallic and sour as if blood had suddenly come up her throat like bile. The room grew in heat and sweat matted her jet black hair to her forehead, with all this build up the young teen would think that something was bound to happen right? But simply only the candle blew out, casting her room into darkness only set alite by the moon, of course she was right, it was all hullabaloo probably something conjured up by her great great gran something to spook their little village.

But what Akame hadn’t known, was that she’d open the door for exactly what He want ed, she would become his vessel, allowing him to breathe life into flesh another piece of him roaming the planet. It only took a few weeks for her to notice the signs, a usually healthy 18-year-old spent her mornings vomiting crimson, and her nights in searing abdominal pain, maybe a plague was sweeping through their village once more, it wouldn’t be the first time and sure wouldn’t be the last, but it had only been Akame who was harboring this, torturous disease. She hid it for as long as she could, not wanting her parents to worry, time off work meant a dwindle in their status and that was something they couldn’t afford, it wasn’t ‘til her mother founder her, writhing in pain on the floor that the village doctor was called, with a diagnosis no one was expecting, Akame was pregnant. There was no way of convincing her parents that she hadn’t gone against her pledge to wait ‘til marriage. They hadn’t believed that she was some Virgin Mary and she couldn’t even explain it herself. But, an unwed mother and her father’s place in the countries politics was something that they couldn’t afford, they’d locked her away until the babies birth, and it wasn’t until then when they found something was horribly, horribly wrong. It was a taxing birth, the room creaked and groaned, disembodied voices filled the empty space, her stomach twisting and contorting as the creature fought its way out of her. It tore her apart, as it crowned, and Akame was not equipped to handle it. Her feeble and young, she perished as the baby was born leaving her parents in mourning, and the doctor in fear. What was it? Why had it come with jet black hair and dark eyes? Why had it rejected the doctors blessing, crying and wailing as if the prayer was causing it great pain? He could only advise its remaining living relatives one thing, get rid of it.

The Miakofamily wasn’t to keen on killing an  infant, in fact they flat out refused, telling the doctor there must be some way to get it far away from them without causing it any harm. They traveled for years, keeping the demonic entity at arms length before an unsuspected visitor received a tantalizing letter. The man was stone cold, with a charming smile, he had a weird accent and shining blue eyes, he’d pay them good money to take the now toddling child into what he called, a ‘school of reform for lost boys’. They took the bate, and the money, almost sad to see it go but happy to be rid of something that they were sure harbored some evil, the thing that killed their daughter, their only child. He said he’d rid it of whatever evil’s that may have come with it, that where it was going it would emerge a new man, and maybe one they would want to communicate with again. Masked by pearly gates and brass door knockers, they weren’t told about the extensive training, and weren't told about the weapon he’d become. How they would abuse him, strip him of his identity and show him how to use his striking looks for his own gain. They didn’t tell him about the monster he’d become, the new man that they’d create on their own accord. And he excelled, climbing in their ranking and leaving bodies and broken bones behind him. His body filled, cut clean, and he followed orders to ever ‘t’. He was reformed sure, a weapon now, molded to their perfect standard, used and abused, raped and pillaged for their own use somewhere in the world, they wanted a monster, masked by something so beautiful and enticing, and so he became one, using his powers at their will. It was a team full of creatures just like him, western Asia’s super weapon.

They assumed that he would continue to stay obedient, assumed he’d bend to their every will, for the rest of his life, but they were not careful, and let him in too close. He became conniving, manipulative, a teacher’s pet with a vendetta against the system and so he took the teacher’s job. Worked his way up until he was eye to eye to those that made him. And then, he destroyed them, and oh, how Olympus has fallen. He left with his life, though he cannot say much for the others. They had taken it all from him, he had no memories of what was before them, no images of family, of what an actual life was. Just a name. His grandfather was long gone, not that he knew, not that he cared, but he took what was given to him, a bank account, frozen until he was eighteen, when he was supposed to return, about 110 million yen,  what was left of what they had, a supposed consolidation for abandoning the child,  his grandmother fine  and comfortable and she came looking, more than once she came looking and each time he left, ran far away from her, he didn’t know her never knew her, not like she wanted. He had become something absent of emotions, absent of memories, he was just a surname, but a name he could not live up to. Thus, he became someone else, just as they wanted.

He wandered on his own a bit, finding solace in the underground, and a band of misfits just like him. But touring, guitar shredding and becoming a confidant didn’t scratch that itch they had created for him. The itch to draw blood, hear torturous screams and extract the information that he wanted. The woman he had met had humanized him, made him feel less of a robot, less of a monster, showed him that he could make genuine connections even if they felt idle or like autopilot. Though, those thoughts still persisted, so he sought out ways to cure his hunger, more like the chef that could cook up such a feast had found him, a tragic case, sucked into another tragedy.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

Akuyoshi spit on the ground and slumped back in his chair. The officers furrowed their brows, though fear was apparent of their faces. “We know who you are.” One of them spoke in English, the demon only erupted into a dark laugh, one that drained the color from the younger officers face. “Good.” His Russian accent was sharp, cutting through them like sharpened blades.

“If you want information, you wont get it from me.” He said tilting his head back, wet, sweat covered strands falling from his face. The ex agent had already began picking the lock on the cuffs behind him, brow ticking as they came unlocked. It was in a blink of an eye, blood splattered his face and the ceiling, the elder officer going to the ground with his hand grasping at his throat in panic, the one that was left only looked at him in horror, frozen in place and unable to run to safety, and Aku took the opportunity, taking both of his cheeks in his palms before twisting his wrist, the sound of the snap satisfying.

He disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke, before appearing before the camera that filmed the interview room, “Bozhe pomiluy svoyu dushu,” he said darkly, the word echoing off the walls like the demon’s father had began to ascend before he snatched it from the wall the last thing the overseers seeing was his large smile spreading towards his ears.

[baekberrie]

💐puppy love - bbh💐

Genre: Bestfriends!au, romance, fluff.

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

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And they called it puppy love Just because we're in our teens Tell them all, please tell them it isn't fair To take away my only dream

The teacher's soft voice succumbed slowly into the background of your deep thoughts as you contently watched how the cloud-like curtains fluttered with the wind coming from the open window. Clear blue, the sky was spotless, making it look even more immense than it already did, flowers' petals and trees rustled with the soft breeze, you inhaled deeply with a smile extending on your lips. It smelled like summer.

Your gaze wandered around the classroom, enjoying the warm palette in which the room was painted in as it had such a loving effect when the walls would be kissed by the sun rays. Everything seemed to be, as usual, almost everything. Without being to help it your eyes had already landed on a certain person, admiring the way that his shoulders had grown to be so steady and broad, and how they were looking from where you were watching him, admiring the unnatural silver shade that his hair was dyed into, how it shone like a million diamonds in the sun. But your favorite part was the way his delicate and milky fingers tapped absentmindedly on the desk, his back hunched over the desk as if he'd fall asleep at any moment.

Baekhyun was starting to change.

In class, everything was the same as always, while he was the one who was truly changing, the fact made your heart do a tiny but painful squeeze in your chest. You didn't know why you were feeling like that, so... so anxious about it. It was something for you completely inexplicable. Somehow you feared that Baekhyun would grow on his own and drift away from you, he was a dear friend and you'd hate to have him become someone else, someone that wasn't Baekhyun. Baekhyun was always surrounded by many people, so loved and yet, he always found time to be with you. It would be a lie if you said that it didn't make you feel reassured from your worries, but yet, a part of you was still afraid that what the two of you had would disappear.

As if he felt your stare burn on his skin, Baekhyun faced back, having his eyes meet with yours at first glance. Caught off guard, you flinched the slightest while trying your best to control the blood from reaching your cheeks. However, your efforts were to be wasted when his eyes formed into two glistening crystal moons, his lips stretching into a smile that even though you couldn't make out his reasons behind it, it shone brightly so that you for a second considered Baekhyun being an actual sun. His perfect pearl teeth showed and you feared that he would see you actually melting into your seat, leaving behind your furiously beating heart.

Flustered, you looked away, not really knowing what to name the reason to why your heart was like a sea in a storm inside of your chest. It worried you.

On the other side, you could hear Baekhyun still a laugh and in a second you had forgotten about anything you had been thinking about as you were quick to send him a scowl, but the harsh expression didn't last long on your features because the view of Baekhyun's back shaking in silent laughter delighted your heart so much that you oh so clearly could feel it swell with happiness in your chest. While you absentmindedly leaned your cheek into your palm, a sigh escaped your lips and you let your eyes fix on Baekhyun's figure once again, but this time with no intention of looking away. When your eyes met again, you could feel the waves crash violently against your ribs and yet you didn't look away, as if your gaze had been glued onto his, letting his eyes find whatever they were searching for inside of yours.

His eyes whom in the sun were like jewels but once you'd stare into them, they'd turn into deep, deep oceans with no bottom, making whoever who'd stare into them feel lost and adrift, his gaze was something to you almost dazing as it took all of your will power to look away from his treasures, almost as if his eyes alone could put you under an inescapable spell.

Just when the class felt like it would never end, the bell ringed freedom. However, Baekhyun's eyes continued staring into yours, making you stay rock still in your seat, not daring to look away from the precious view that was his orbs. His silver hair was tousled into messy, wild locks, and yet he looked as perfect as he could, with his clear skin where his cheekbones would catch the rays of the sun, highlighting so brightly his face. People were quick to gather around him, wanting to hang out with the amazing guy who was currently giving you the most affectionate stare. Teeth dug into your lips when for a second you wished that these people would disappear and let you be with him alone. Alone. As if the two of you had never shared such a long gaze, he gave you another of his radiant smiles.

That smile that within a second enlightened the whole classroom, that smile that held an incredibly joyful warmth, you didn't know what happened, but you felt a part of yourself slip like sand through the cracks of your fingers when your heart skipped a beat that felt so different from the usual, at the same time it felt as if you had been renewed, as if there were wines and roots intertwining around your heart, flowers, roses, and plants growing on its edges, ornating it with their colorful petals, filling you with their delightful essence. You blamed his pearly white smile and those plump lips, for making your eyes draw to them like magnets, it was its fault that you couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have his lips curl into such a smile against yours. A hand that squeezed on your shoulder broke the eye contact with the boy a few seats away as you faced the person, only to be met with another rather beautiful smile and a pair of wide chocolate orbs that couldn't wait to look into yours.

"Kyungsoo, hi." Your lips curled while you pronounced his name and his beam brightened at your attention, his delicate hand slid down your arm absentmindedly before leaving you.

"Hey, I brought your notes back, thank you so much for lending them to me." The sincere words were said in his usual dark yet soft voice as he ever so gently placed the notes you took back on your desk, he bit his lips shyly as if there was something more he wanted to say, so you waited for him to gather his courage with a kind smile. Kyungsoo was always so delicate and calm and that never failed to rub off on you, in fact, you rather liked it. With his plump lips caught in his teeth, he swung slowly on the ball of his feet, occasionally looking at you from under his long lashes.

"I was wondering if you, sometime when you're free, perhaps we could go to study together?" His voice had barely been a light whisper when he finally brought himself to utter the words. You were surprised and for some reason, your heartbeat became more agitated. This was the first time a guy asked you out and for that matter, you had no idea what to say or if you ever wanted to. Kyungsoo was with no doubt an amazing and sweet person. But you could see from the rosy blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn't look at you in the eyes, that he felt something stronger in your regards than just simple friendship, you couldn't bring yourself to try and feel the same.

A nervous smile twitched on the corner of your lips while the tiniest bit of cold sweat started forming on your forehead.

"Uhm, let's see..."

As if someone had heard your silent call for help, a warm chest brushed against your back and a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders, pressing you against his side.

"Y/n! I've been looking for you, can we talk for a second?" Baekhyun's voice resounded in your ears, sending happy chills down your spine as his arm unwrapped from your body and casually held your hand instead. Kyungsoo's sweet eyes turned within a second hard and stony when his gaze fell on your holding hands, eyeing the way that Baekhyun's fingers were so lightly holding yours. Completely ignoring the fact that he had interrupted you from answering, Baekhyun gave the other guy a radiant smile: "I'm so sorry, it's really urgent." With that being said, he dragged you wordlessly outside. You gave Kyungsoo an apologizing glance from behind your shoulder, while a tiny part of you was feeling guilty for not giving a proper answer, the rest of you couldn't help but wonder why you felt so delighted by the simple skin contact with your best friend. Teeth dug hard into your peachy lips to suppress the smile that was to spread on your by now rosy, warm cheeks.

"What did he need?" Baekhyun questioned, genuine curiosity in his honey-sweet voice that you recently found yourself wanting to hear more and more, especially when he wasn't there with you. It would happen in the most un awaited moments, mostly in your sleepless nights, an intense urge to hear Baekhyun's voice- to have him tell things he wouldn't let anyone besides you know, to have him sing for you, because it was a talent of his that only you had the privilege of acknowledging. But the fact that you couldn't just have that, it pushed you into dark loneliness that would leave you with a twisting pain in your chest.

"Just brought back something I lent him," You spoke through the smile that you hadn't been able to push away, Baekhyun's brows met each other into a frown on his forehead.

"You lent him stuff?" He seemed confused, almost as if it would be strange for you to do that. You shrugged your shoulders since you didn't consider it a big thing.

"Yeah, notes I took during English class." You explained shortly, Baekhyun nodded although there was something in his expression that told you he wasn't completely satisfied with the vague answer. Hesitation made its way on his face- as if there was something that he wanted to say- though wasn't sure if he should.

"Do...Do you like him?" Baekhyun eventually murmured, your eyes widened inevitably at the unexpected question, you wondered, why had your heart skipped such a strong beat? Why was it stuttering so in your chest? Perhaps... Would it bother Baekhyun if you did like Kyungsoo? Why did the thought make butterflies flutter your heart?

Biting your lip and pushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, you shook your head hesitantly. "No- well- I'm, I don't know." It wasn't a lie, you knew Kyungsoo liked you and although you had established that you wouldn't try to invest yourself in him, there was no denying in the fact that you might actually like him if you were to open your heart for him. However, what really mattered at the moment was the slightly pained expression that Baekhyun hadn't been able to hide from his face.

"Oh," He trailed off, eyebrows meeting each other on his face, creasing the little spot on his forehead, and you had to curl your fingers into fists to not reach up to push your index finger to his brows and ease the tensed spot on his milky and beautiful skin. All you did was send him a soft smile, one that gave away none of the things that were rushing through your head. A smile that left nothing but curiosity and confusion, though, to Baekhyun, the little smile didn't do only that, but also set his heart on fire, a feeling that he felt greatly bothered by. He couldn't put his finger on it, but the conversation had left him absolutely upset as you left to your next class without another word. A shy yet mischevious smile on your lips.

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You opened the slidable door to Baekhyun's homeroom classroom, only to find it completely empty and painted by the strong yet incredibly warm colors of the sunset. It was nearing five pm and you were supposed to meet up with the said boy on your way home, however, as you well knew, he wasn't done with classes yet and waiting in the library had gotten extremely boring. Knowing that he'd be coming by his classroom before he reached you, you decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to have him find you there right away. It wasn't difficult to find Baekhyun's desk, really, the boy was known for leaving his backpack hanging on the back of his chair. As your trailing eyes fell on the desired desk you smiled to yourself, remembering how Baekhyun would sometimes be late for school and therefore not having time to stop by his lockers made him run to the classroom right away. Small giggles threatened to leave your lips as you sat down at his desk, feeling like a silly character from a shoujo manga. This wasn't supposed to make you feel this happy- so...How to explain it? Why was it that the mere thought of Baekhyun made your heart squirm? Heat gathered on your cheeks as a possible, very obvious answer, made its way to your head, but you quickly shook the idea away. It couldn't be...Or...?

Sudden clatters and noises of shoes tapping against the ground outside the classroom sent your heart almost flying out of your throat and the first thing you did was throwing your arms over the table and your head upon them, feigning sleep.  You had no idea why you had felt the need to faking sleep, why you suddenly felt embarassed. If it wasn't Baekhyun who was about to enter, it would seem rather strange and questioning if they a girl randomly blushing while sitting at a male's seat, no? Maybe it had been the direction that your thoughts had been wandering to that would have made you feel extremely embarassed if you had to meet Baekhyun's eyes after almost admitting that you liked hi-

The door slid open rather harshly and closed just as quickly. Whoever had stepped inside was breathing as if they had run all the way here and that made you press your eyes tightly shut as you tried to keep your breathing steady enough to trick whoever had entered that you were in fact sleeping. The urge to peek was unbearable, it tingled into every part of your body- into your fingertips and the tension in your body made your toes curl unknowingly inside your shoes.  The person made their way into the classroom, you were glad it was only one and not a group of people. It almost didn't occur to you how they had stopped in front of you until you finally sensed their presence. Oh God, help, please-

You had no idea whether you were doing a great job in looking asleep, but perhaps the fact that this person was supposedly inspecting you meant you were probably not as convincing as you were hoping to be. Nonetheless, you kept going because although a strong part of you wanted to see who it was, your heart was beating in a way that resembled fear therefore you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Especially not when a certain sent reached your senses, the fragrance of a familiar faded cologne of musk and berries that would usually set your heart under a calm spell- but that by now was making your already frantic heart feel as if it was about to explode inside of your chest, destroy your ribs and eventually make you disappear. Your breath was by now gone somewhere far, maybe you were crazy but you felt their presence much closer than it had been a few moments ago and the fact made you almost freak out. Little did you know who it was.

Your thoughts were by now an untamable mess that you didn't really know how to sort out, hence, you didn't even know why you were trying to in a situation like this one. But none of that mattered anymore, because your train of thoughts was suddenly crushed by the feather-light yet extremely definite soft pressure against your lips, a warm and sticky texture attaching to your lips like scotch and the warmth they emanated almost burned you. Your body was trembling crazily, cold shivers covering your body, the familiar feeling of something blooming inside of your chest numbed the frantic beating of your heart, the picture of blooming roots and growing vines intertwining around your heart flashed in front of your eyes as you felt the pressure shift the slightest- deepening a little but just as soon the pressure slowly detached from your mouth, and from your lips tumbled a huge yet quiet gasp.  You could feel how the backpack was picked from the behind of your chair- and as your eyes fluttered open- what you saw was the same broad back that you had been staring at the whole morning. The beautiful silver hair bouncing softly with ever step he took. Your heart was stuttering- Baekhyun was leaving- no, please don't leave-

"Baekhyun!" You called, standing abruptly up from your seat- the chair almost tumbled down but somehow gained its balance before it could fall. The boy turned immediately to see you standing there, perfectly awake, his eyes grew the size of two saucers and it was almost unnoticeable, but on his cheeks caressed a light hue of pink heating up his skin. His shocked expression soon morphed into something you couldn't decipher, there was fear in your chest as you strode to the opposite of where he was standing, the big window facing your back.

Tattered pants were leaving your lips. Suddenly feeling as if your breath had been taken away, and yet you found it in yourself to beg at the ethereal person in front of you; "Do it again," You murmured under your breath, barely giving in to the urge to avert your gaze. But the fear of Baekhyun leaving you behind was too heavy, seeing him there, enhanced by the shades of the sun, so beautiful, and yet so far. Could you ever stay by his side forever? He wouldn't leave you behind, would he? Why were these questions filling your head? They made no sense, Baekhyun had never even mentioned leaving you. You liked him so much it overwhelmed you, you wanted him all to yourself- how- how could you have come to feel such strong emotions?

Baekhyun's expression was completely void of any emotions as he started with slow steps coming closer to you, you didn't know what it meant that he was looking at you like that, but you didn't want to care. He was coming closer, that meant he'd stay with you, right? Once he was in front of you, his movements were so extremely slow, so frustratingly slow as he brought his hands to rest ever so lightly at the curves of your hips, pushing you gently to walk backward until your back hit the thin texture of the curtain separating you from the contact of the window, the white veil effulging both of you in its flow with the breeze. His eyes were so serious but just as always, you found yourself getting lost in the infinite ocean that they were.

You barely realized when Baekhyun's hands disappeared from your waist, only to appear on the side of your neck, his long and silky fingers reaching up to your jaw and fingertips kissing the tip of your earlobe. You shivered at the touch. Two fingers clasped gently around your chin, tilting your head up the slightest for a good angle and you found yourself gasping for breath as Baekhyun titled his own, eyes hooding sleepily over his hazel orbs the closer he came to your lips. They came crashing down on yours, making you grip tightly the material of his shirt into your fists. His lips were the softest as they captured yours in the slowest ways possible, tugging at your single lip towards him, eventually tasting it with his graceful tongue and capturing it in his mouth all over again.

Why had you tried to deny it? It was futile, your heart belonged to Baekhyun, and by the way he had claimed your lips, he knew it did too.  As you parted from the breathtaking kiss- you threw your arms around his neck and hid your face near his collarbone.

"This means you'll never leave me behind right?" You heard yourself begging, almost desperately. "You... You love me right?" You murmured hesitantly, although the kiss he had just given you should have been enough for you to know the answer to that question, but the fear inside of you was still shaking your feelings. Though, Baekhyun tightened his arms around you, bringing you closer, as if it had been possible, his lips traced the shell of your ear as he spoke:

"How could I ever?"

"How could I ever leave you behind? I like you so much I don't know what to do."

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It's very spontaneous, perhaps even a lil crappy one shot, but I suddenly felt like I had enough inspiration to finish this and I truly hope you like it! It's very simple and short but please don't hesitate to tell me what you think! Sorry for the weird sentences and mistakes!

All the love, P💖💕💞🌸💐

[animekath]

Christopher ‘Harrington’ Knight

Thought of making Chris’s Biography, so if you want to know him, here you go!

Name: Christopher ‘Harrington’ Knight

Age: 25 (BDay - August 9th)

Home: UK, London

Family: His father owns a bank called ‘Knight Sheild’ - His mother is a famous fashion designer And has five brothers - who have their own company or work with their father. (Chris is the youngest!)

Sexuality: Gay (His family doesn’t know yet)

Crush/Relationship: No crush/Single

Nicknames: Chris, Chrissy, Bear, Mr.Bear, Richie rich, Rich bitch, British dude

Tattoos/Scars: Has roses on his left thigh which he got in Germany and a scar across his nose which he got from a drunken fight in Australia.

Hobbies/Skills/Likes/Other: Has been boxing since he was twelve and when he was sixteen; He taught kids for two years, only leaving when he started travelling. Can also play the piano but rarely plays it nowadays, since he was forced to play it at a young age. He also speaks fluent English and Spanish, only roughly knowing a few words in other languages - (Mainly thank you, sorry, hello, goodbye.) Was quite fit and muscular at age twenty-three, but now he loves and craves pizza since his travels, that he has put on some weight - mainly his belly. (Still has some muscle on his arms and thighs)

Fears/Dislikes: Chris HATES snakes, he’ll run and scream if one is slowly slithering towards him. He can’t even look at a picture of a snake or as a toy snake. The kids are thrilled with this information and always scare the crap out of him. Chris also stays far away from coffee, not because of the taste or smell, but because he’ll go crazy after one cup; being very active and wide awake - kind of like someone on crack. If you give him one cup, he’ll want more and more, until he is a coffee maniac! If you don’t provide him with coffee for twenty-four hours, he’ll be back to his old self but will have a massive headache, so don’t give him coffee!

Childhood/Teenhood/Adulthood: Since Chris is the youngest child; he didn’t get much attention from his parents nor his brothers, so he did what any child would do...Go crazy. He could shout, break things, cause trouble in school and just make a mess of everything - Just wanting any type of attention. They punished him and even forced him to play the piano, also having an awful teacher to teach him. But when he entered a contest and won first place, his parents were proud. So Chris started going the other way and kept entering contests for anything, spelling-B, music, dancing, everything - getting first or second place.

But he realised that his parents didn’t seem to care over the years, because his brothers were getting successful in their jobs, so he started doing his own thing, which was boxing. He did boxing at age twelve and was improving massively over the years, even teaching children when he turned sixteen.

But what Chris wanted to do the most was travel!

He always watched movies and tv shows about other Countries and just wanted to see the world, meet people and try all kinds of food. So when Chris turned eighteen, he left London and started travelling all around the UK - Even going to Irland, Scotland and Whales. When he turned twenty-one and could fly on his own, he went to one Country after another - France, Germany, Spain, Japan, the list goes on!

His father was throwing money at him to spend on his travels (Mainly to stop Chris from whining) but Chris was walking on a thin line when he went to America since he spent one million in four months.

So...

Main Story: Chris spent another million in America and asked his Father for more money to go back home, but his father had enough and told him straight -

Now Chris has no money and is in the middle of nowhere, so he panics - Calling his father again and again - Even his mother but she also says no. (She’s too ‘busy’ to send money over)

Chris looks through the newspaper for job offers and sees a job in a camp just near him called Camp Cambell. He gives them a call and goes over to see them - Luckily getting the job. Well...The only person who signed up for the job, but still, good for him!

He thinks it’s easy because it’s in the middle of nowhere and is dealing with some ‘stupid kids’...Oh, how wrong he was.

Characters -

David: Chis was unsure of David at first, mainly because how can a man be THAT happy and deal with these little monsters!? But he slowly realised that is just how David is and is genuinely a nice guy, loving his job and the kids. They get along well but do have their moments when David tells Chris to stop swearing and Chris getting mad at David to try and see the bright side of things, even when they are surrounded by madness. They have gone out a few times, Chris being David’s ‘wingman’ and try to get him a lady friend - But it ends badly when the woman is not interested or when the woman is crazy...Or is three girls in a trench coat. In the end, Chris comforts David with some Ben and Jerry’s.

Gwen: Gwen didn’t like Chris at first, thinking how can a rich man have struggles when she has depts and bills to pay, AND working in a crappy job that doesn’t pay her well. But after some talks and dealing with crazy kids together, they both realise they have things in common. Gwen loves romance books about vampires, werewolves and fish people - One of Chris’s favourite books is a romance about lizard people, which kind of blows Gwen’s mind. She also sees Chris as the muscle man, helping to carry heavy things and even carrying her and David after a stressful day. If it was less work for her, she was happy!

Quartermaster: Nothing. Chris is very uncomfortable and confused around this man like everyone else, so he stays far away from him.

Cameron Campbell: Chris is not a fan of Cameron, mainly because he keeps coming over with ideas and plans to tell his father so he can give money for the project. Chris likes his strength and stories, but when it comes to cash, Chris just walks away...But has been woken up in the middle of the night by Cameron about another idea.

Daniel: Chis finds him creepy as fuck and awkwardly walks away when Daniel says something about his cult, only to see the cult leader everywhere he goes. The only way Chris knows how to protect the children from him is one thing...Fighting. But while Chris knows Boxing, it seems Daniel also knows martial arts as well, but you never see it because he just pulls out a knife and chases Chris. Chris hates him, and Daniel’s feelings are mutual, but David thinks they’re great friends.

Camp Cambell kids: Like David and Gwen, the kids make Chris suffer; tying him to the pole, throwing snakes at him and getting him hurt along the way of their adventures. They call him Mr.bear or British dude because of his accent and appearance, but Max calls him ’Rich bitch’. Chris hates the kids sometimes but finds a way to connect with them in some way or another. He does Boxing with Nurf; he plays a monster or dragon for Nerris and Preston, and he throws Space kid when he wants to fly high. Chris is mainly a guinea pig for Neil for his science experiments, Nikki always climbs on Chris like a cat post and freaks out about his accent - But keeps saying he’s French. (Which Chris doesn’t know if she’s joking or not) With Max, it is similar to Gwen; they swear at each other and Max blackmails Chris in a way, but they sometimes work together to make someone else suffer or try to get money in some way. In the end, the kids drive Chris crazy, but he has a soft spot for them.

Summary -

In the end, Chris has no idea what to do. He’ll have his ups and downs about the camp but will try his best to get money to go home...Even if he has to do crimes to get it. He’ll make friends, enemies and also meet old ones this summer. Will Chris get the money he needs and if he does - will he leave or stay until the kids return home? 

Find out...If I ever make comics in the future - Maybe, maybe not!

[artificialqueens]

Future Nostalgia, Chapter 1 (Group Fic) - Lazuli

Summary: This is an 80’s AU songfic based on the latest Dua Lipa album “Future Nostalgia”. In this chapter, Michelle is struggling to open her new club and Bianca gets fired from her job. Destiny joins the two sisters back together. 

A/N: Hieeeeeee! This is my first fic ever and I’m super happy to share it! English is not my first language, so I’m sorry if there are any spelling errors. I wanna thank @chaoticnachokitten for not only betaing, but also supporting my idea, u are the best! This one is not focused on any ships (just a little bit of Bitney), but the next chapters are going to focus on a different pairing each, based on the songs of Future Nostalgia. Also, I had to include Michelle in this ‘cause: Why not? I hope u all enjoy it and I’m always open to suggestions!!

Chapter One – FUTURE NOSTALGIA

“I know you’re dying trying to figure me out

My name’s on the tip of your tongue, keep running your mouth

You want the recipe, but can’t handle my sound

My sound, my sound

No matter what you do, I’m gonna get it without ya

I know you ain’t used to a female alpha”

1985. Michelle could almost smell the scent of the booze, hear the loud music and feel the heat from the bodies dancing on the crowded dance floor. The reason for all the extra hours working at the diner came true:She had just bought her own club. She could barely restrain herself with happiness feeling the tinkle of the keys between her fingers. After signing the contract with the previous owner, who had stared at her clothes with a hint of mockery, she finally had a place to call her own. A new home. She was not new to the feeling of home that New York’s night clubs offered her, and Michelle frequented them so much that she could leave a toothbrush at the restroom, if this wasn’t so disgusting. It was part of her routine, spending whole Saturday nights on the floor, having fun and making out with one-night stands. Those were the moments she felt free from the judgment she had received daily on her last job. 

 Quitting her job at the diner wasn’t that hard. In fact, it was delightful throwing her apron on the floor and finally telling her boss what he deserved to hear: That he was a motherfucking son of a bitch. During the 4 years Michelle had worked as a waitress, Earl had always made embarrassing statements about her clothes, body and had humiliated her in front of clients and colleagues. All because she had refused to go on a date with him, who tried to bribe her by offering money to open the club. In the name of Diana Ross, he was married, smelled like cheap beer and was old enough to be her grandpa! Earl had not accepted “no” as an answer, and Michelle’s response resulted in years of harassment because he was certain the woman needed the job and wouldn’t complain about his attitude.

   This is the reason why night clubs were Michelle’s shelter, her true paradise on Earth. She knew the club universe like the back of her hand since she was 17 and escaped from home in the middle of the night with her big brother, Ru, so they could go out secretly and enjoy the nightlife in town. At a young age, she had understood that this was her destiny. Her parents were judgmental about her dream: night clubs were not places for a decent girl. They discouraged her by saying that this was not a real job, the adult world was way different, she would never own a club ‘cause she was a woman and bla bla bla… However, her brother always encouraged the idea and gave her a good amount of cash as a gift to help the club’s funding. She was lucky to have a brother like him.

 The Visage brothers were Charles, who preferred to be called Ru, the black, gay and drag queen first-born who, to the desperation of his parents, was getting more recognition in the drag scene throughout the years. Ru was the son of Paul visage’s ex-wife, so when he got married for the second time, two totally-opposite girls were born: Michelle and Bianca. Michelle, the middle daughter, a Madonna wannabe who was following the path of doom and Bianca, the perfect youngest daughter. Bianca worked at a business company in NY and was very successful at her job, nothing unexpected: ever since she was a kid, she got the best grades and was a hard-working lady. She always wanted to make her parents proud of her, because they were too busy worried about her brothers, so Bianca was under pressure to be the redemption of the family. Michelle noticed how much this made her sister unhappy.

 After long 8 years, Michelle was finally facing her brand-new source of wealth: the ‘Future Nostalgia Club”, home of the misfits, outrageous and crazy ones. Just like Alice in Wonderland, entering the club would be like falling on the rabbit’s hole to meet a world of magic, dance and desire. 

 Well, at least this was how Michelle was imagining it would be. She only needed to clean the club, buy all the stereos, light equipment and accessories for stage work, build a bar, reform the whole place, hire employees…Oh.

She needed a miracle. 

 “Okay, I’m all by myself, except for the family of spiders surrounding the ENTIRE PLACE. Shit. My Eden looks like an allergic rhinitis person’s Hell.“

 After a lot of sneezes, Michelle tried to start cleaning the room, without success. Cleaning the club all alone would take her at least two whole days and she had no idea how she could get the rest of the tasks done. She was a waitress, not a party planner. The more she thought about it, the more stupid and regretful she felt about starting a business by herself, without any guidance, and buying a full abandoned space. Just to think that Ru trusted her so much that gave part of his cost savings to the club made Michelle doubt her capacity even more. Maybe her parents were right after all. Adult’s world is way different than the full-of-glitter universe of the clubs. She should’ve gone to college just like her sister. Her brother was economically stable doing drag because he was lucky. He was one in a million, something she would never be. 

💿

“What? Fired? You've  got to be kidding me!”

 “I’m sincerely sorry, Bianca. You’ll be laid off, because the company needs to reduce costs, so unfortunately, we have to set you free to find new paths!” said James, her superior. 

 “You say ‘set you free’ like I’m a fucking bird or something! I was nominated the best employee, two years in a row. There was never one single day that I slacked off on work, unlike those other tired queens I share the room with. Didn’t you tell me that I could get a promotion this month yet?” 

 “Yeah, I told you that… However, to have someone leading by my side… My superiors preferred to invest on a new face, a strong, determined and merciless person.”

 “Am I not all of these things? You already told me I’m much more of a man than your homeboys!”

 “I know, but… Bianca, I’m gonna be honest with you: Calling you a ‘man’ is way different than believing you have a shot to be the leader of this company. Yes, you were our best employee, but being a boss consists of so much more responsibility that, frankly, we don’t believe you can handle. You are too good to be constantly trying to prove your worth. Don’t you think it would be exhausting? Besides, this job requires a lot of extra hours, something that would reduce your time with family. C’mon, the superiors made a good decision letting you find other job opportunities which…suits better everyone’s fragilities.”

Fragility. The sound of this word hit her like a missile.

 “Fine…Then, let me see if I understood what you said: Although I work even more than you do, I’ll not get a promotion because I am a woman. That’s it? Do you think I’m not ‘manly’ enough for the job?“

 An awkward silence.

 “I’m glad you understand, so now we can sign your termination contract in good terms! I have no doubts that you’ll find a new job opportunity soon, at a better place!”

 Oh no, he better didn’t.

He barely had finished his sentence when a super-hot coffee cup that was in Bianca’s hand was thrown on the table, smudging all the papers and making some drops of coffee splash on James’ white shirt, leaving stains. Bianca didn’t think about her actions. She just did it. What could they do? Fire her? Check.

   After leaving the room and putting all her stuff inside a box without giving one single look to anyone, Bianca walked to the elevator in a state of shock. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard from James. ‘Being a woman sucks’, she thought. She had spent her entire life trying to be perfect. Getting the best grades, doing well on SAT, studying at a college with a full scholarship, getting a degree. All this hard work just to be told by a piece of shit that she couldn’t be a boss. Bianca hadn’t refused every party invitation during college for that.

    When the elevator reached downstairs, Bianca did her own walk of shame. Everybody in the hall stared at her, some of them looking away from her in fear, others curious about what happened to the usually scary Bianca Del Rio. She was known as a feared woman, with her quick mind, shady responses and killer looks. She didn’t have time for anyone’s bullshit. But right now, she was feeling the weakest she had ever been, and she hated to appear weak in front of others. 

“Be strong. Living in this world is hard as hell.”

 She had grown up hearing that phrase. Being strong became her second skin that was attached to her body ever since she had understood that she would need it to survive. The heavy make-up applied to her face every day worked as a materialization of this mask, as if it would hide all of her real emotions.

 Being strong was the shield to world’s adversities, but also the hideout of her secrets and self-doubts. Bianca knew that she could never be her true self. She was taught to be brave and successful. And people like her would never be successful if they studied Arts. Or if they’d finally admitted they were gay.

 She got used to being strong, quick and working like a dog. But that was not enough. She was not enough. The truth about this reality crushed her so bad that she didn’t care about the rain that was falling on the streets, starting to soak her belongings inside the box and destroying her make-up. The vestiges of mascara started to leave black trails on her cheeks, that dropped from her eyes.

 “Well, at least I can blame the rain now.” She knew this was a poor excuse.

 As soon as she got home, after taking the bus and doing her best poker face during the entire way, Bianca threw her box on the apartment’s floor and, almost at the same time, heard the phone ringing. Leaving a trail of water drops as she walked, she reached the phone and instantly recognized the voice on the other side. ‘Oh great, it’s my sister!’, she thought and answered.

 “Girl, you betta have a real good reason for talking to me right now, because I was asking myself how much alcohol it takes to stay drunk for a whole weekend!”

 “Bianca!!! I need you to come to the club now! It’s an emergency! Wait, drunk? What’s your damage?”

 “Oh, fuck it, I don’t really wanna talk about this. Why do I have to go to your dump? Have you already discovered it was a bad investment?”

 “That’s exactly why I need you to come RIGHT. NOW. Please, Bianca. I promise that if you come, I’ll buy you as much alcohol as you want!”

 “Such a terrible proposal. Promise?”

 “Promise. Just come here, bitch! NOW!”

 After being hung up on, Bianca took a deep breath, rolled her eyes, and made her way to the bathroom to clean up her face, so she wouldn’t look like she just had a breakdown before helping her sister. It was not like she had any better place to go.     

 💿

“What. The. Fuck.”

 “Good to see you too, my dear sister!”

 Bianca tried her best to deflect from the cobwebs and step carefully in order not to ruin her shoes on the sticky stains on the carpet. The place was even worse than she had imagined in terms of cleaning, but she could see a potential nightclub. Maybe if she squinted a little bit.

 “Is this the famous ‘Future Nostalgia’? Its looks more like ‘Future Flu’, but that’s fine!”

 Michelle, sitting on the edge of a platform that used to be a small stage, stared at her sister with no emotion. They were always different from one another, but that day, Michelle noticed Bianca was out of her normal. Her classic executive clothes were soaked wet, and aside from this, something about her expression looked out of place. As if something had broken her shield.

 “I’m such a dip. I should’ve made a better plan before buying this place. If I had looked for more places before buying the first rentable abandoned club, I wouldn’t have bought this…cemetery.”

 “Hey, hey, hey! Get yourself together! You already bought it, so there’s no use to freak out now. Look, I know that it’s hard to see the club of your dreams, but with some repairs, employees and DEFINITELY SOME CLEANING, this space can look like new and mad awesome!”

 “Alone??? How am I gonna do all of these things?? I don’t know if I can handle the management of an entire club! I know this was a bad idea, I shoulda done the same like you and…”

 “And what? Gone to a college and been unhappy? Worked with something you hate? Or maybe spent the rest of your days making double effort to try to fit into a space that you know it’s not your shape, but still you squeeze and hurt yourself trying to fit in?”

 Every word that came out of Bianca’s mouth was heavy and turned her thoughts into reality. The truth was that she always pretended. Bianca made a huge effort to hold her tears, but Michelle knew her for too long to not know that something was going on.

 “What happened, Bianca?”

 Bianca took a deep breath and said: “I was laid off. My superiors didn’t want me to be a boss, they considered me unable for the job because I’m a woman. Do you know how much it hurts? I spent so many years on that company, doing extra shifts all the time and pretending to be someone I’m not for nothing! These clothes, these shoes, this posture…This is not me.“

 Michelle called her to come closer and Bianca sat next to her on the platform.

 “I always felt you repressed who you really were. I remember when we were kids. You spent hours and hours joining pieces of fabric to create costumes for us to use in our plays for the audience of toys. And you always made everyone laugh when you were acting!”

 “For sure, just the Barbies were a tough audience. You know, the excess of plastic in her faces made it difficult to express anything.”    

 Michelle laughed and put her hand against Bianca’s.

 “I think this is the perfect moment for you to start over. You can finally show the beautiful clown that you are. Dirty-mouth, fast and a little bit shady, but beautiful. You may not see this now, but those idiots having fired you was the best thing that could’ve happened. They are not used to a female alpha. What would Madonna do?”

   “Bitch, I thought I was gonna give a motivational speech here!”

 The sisters laughed together.

 “Maybe you should listen to yourself. If Madonna was on your place, what would she do?”

 “She would be Madonna, fantabulous and radical, I’m just Michelle.”

  “Girl, don’t wig out! Dear, you are Madonna. From Brooklyn, but still Madonna!” Bianca said. “C’mon, I wanna show you something.”

 Bianca got up and took a 'Like a Virgin’ vinyl by Madonna out of her purse, which Michelle had borrowed her almost one year ago.

 “Every time you forget who you are, look at this. It was already getting dusty at home; I should’ve returned it to you sooner, but maybe today was the right day to give it back to you.” 

 Michelle took her vinyl back and stared at it, admiring the cover. Then, she remembered.

 “I saw a gramophone somewhere here. Do you know what I have in mind?”

 “Oh, shit, I should’ve seen that coming!”

 “Duh. You won’t escape from me!” said Michelle, already running to put the vinyl on the gramophone. The first chords of Material Girl started to resonate through the room.

 “Take a broom and lip sync with me!”

 The sisters started to clean and organize the space using brooms, dusters, mops and other cleaning supplies that Michelle had brought earlier, while lip syncing for their lives. They sang, danced and tried hard not to slip on the wet floor. A and B sides of the disc were played several times until dawn, when they finally finished the cleaning. The place already looked completely different. It had been a while since the last time they had shared a moment like this. Their last meetings were brief, at family reunions, like Thanksgiving and Christmas. Both of them were busy chasing their own dreams, but now life had got them together in the same path.

 “You know what?” said Bianca, drying the sweat of her forehead with her hand.

 “I wanna work with you. I’ll help you with anything you need related to management, organization and the hiring of new employees. I can use some money I’ve been saving for investments, because this is an investment, and a little bit of my unemployment insurance ‘cause, sincerely, fuck this shit. I don’t have anything better to do and I didn’t get my degree for nothing, am I right?”

 “Are you sure? It would be excellent, but you’re not a party person. You always say that parties are too loud and don’t have enough seats so you can rest your old ass!” teased Michelle.

 “And you are not as brill as me when it comes to business! How about we share what we know and become partners?”

“Deal.”    

  💿

After the hard work, a shower and a certain  number of drinks, Michelle’s and Bianca’s bodies were in a state of drunkenness that made them feel like they could run an entire marathon, so in order to release all that energy, they left the bar and decided to take a walk on the pier. Bianca was wearing some of Michelle’s clothes: a striped black and white shirt, a navy-blue pleated skirt that finished a little above her knees, a huge jeans coat, all of this complemented with white boots with cotton knee gaiters. It wasn’t exactly Bianca’s fashion, but she liked a little bit of a change.

That didn’t stop her from making jokes about it. 

“Yeah, I now kinda understand all the fuss about skirts: they make it pretty fresh down there!”

 “You may not admit it, but I know you gagged on this look! How about it become a habit?”

  “Gag me with a spoon!”

 They walked together until they arrived at a part of the pier that was frequented by a lot of teenagers and young adults that got together to dance, flirt and smoke pot in the darkest corners. A little bit ahead of them, there was a group of people gathered in a circle, enjoying the music played by the DJ, using her simple equipment in one of the corners of the pier. She had pale skin, full light blonde hair, wore a pair of black headphones that matched the rest of her look and had an expression on her face that left doubts if she was just sleepy or super high.

 Inside the circle, surrounded by people going crazy for her dance steps, there was a young girl with dark skin, long and smooth legs, and long straight black hair that moved according to her body. She walked like she was on the Fashion Week’s runway and caught all the attention with her intense stares as she moved.

 Right after, another dancer entered on the circle, doing a bridge, lifting of the floor gracefully. She had light skin, blonde hair, a Chanel haircut and wore dark red lipstick. She was dancing along with the other girl doing splits, handstands and other moves that looked impossible to execute, with such a technique like a true gymnast.

 While Michelle was totally into the dancers, that started to battle with other two boys, another thing caught Bianca’s eyes. The young lady was a little farther away from the group, dancing to her own rhythm of the remix played by the DJ. She had white skin a little tanned and blonde perfect curls pinned on the top of her head with a bow. She wore colorful bracelets, a blue crop top with a mid-skirt that spun with her movements. Bianca was completely hypnotized by the girl.

 When the music stopped and the dancers finished the vogue battle, Bianca was brought back to reality by the sound of the applauses. Michelle looked at her with excitement.

 “I need these girls in my club! They would be perfect! This is exactly what we need, performers would bring so much people to the parties. It would be hella amazing if they were our employees!”

 “So, what are we still doing here? Let’s go there and talk to them!”

 Michelle and Bianca walked towards the group of girls. The two dancers were gathered in a corner, chatting happily while the DJ, who seemed to be part of the group as well, was lazily rolling a cigarette between her fingers. As soon as they came closer, Bianca noticed the mysterious blonde was also there, laughing with the girls, and started to look as normal as possible.

 Michelle called them and started the introduction.

  “Hey, ladies! You totally nailed it; the dancing was amazing! I’m Michelle and this is my sister, Bianca. This was the first time we stopped to watch the vogue battles on the pier!”

 Bianca locked eyes with the blonde, who smiled at her, but quickly looked away. 

 “Thank you, girl! I am Naomi, like Campbell, this is Katya, our Russian gymnast who we pretend is really Russian to give an exotic touch to our group…” both girls extended their hands to greet Bianca and Michelle.

 “…and that one sleeping while rolling a joint is Pearl, our DJ friend!’

 Waking up from her 10 second sleep, Pearl straightened her back and simply said: “Sup.”

   Katya laughs loudly and says: “Such a character! Oh, and last but not least, this is Courtney, my true foreign friend who came to see us dancing today!”

 “Hello! I’m from Brisbane, Australia. I’m here in NY studying Performing Arts in a student exchange program.” Courtney said, nicely, her accent perceptible.

 “That looks great! So good to see the young ones so dedicated to studies!”   

Bianca felt the weight of 84 years on her back after this commentary and regretted saying it immediately, although she made her new crush giggle.

 Michelle went straight to the point.

 “Well, girls, we actually came here to make a proposal: We both are going to inaugurate a new night club downtown, and we need performers, so we thought you’d be perfect! What do you think?”

 A pause. Then Naomi answered.

  “Look, I saw this thing happen a bunch of times, with friends of ours. You are not the first ones and won’t be the last to come here, making promises to the dancers, but it’s always the same scheme. I think it’s cute for you guys to come here and flatter us, but I saw a lot of these contracts that ended up badly for other girls, so the answer is no.” 

 Bianca tried to show more reliability.

 “I understand. We are two strangers, coming here and trying to make a deal, but we also don’t really know you, so this is equally risky for us. Me and Michelle live in New York since always, we grew up here. I am an administrator and Michelle used to work on the diner at 7th street, she’s a club frequenter.“

 Pearl spoke, pointing to Michelle while blowing the smoke from the cigarette.

 “Yeah, you are not a stranger to me…I think I saw you at one of the parties I played at once…but I’m always so tired that I’m not sure…”

 “That’s not really surprising, Sleeping Beauty!” mocked Katya.

 Michelle proceeded.

 “I think we can have a conversation, try to know each other better, and come to a deal that helps both parts. With that talent, you could attract even more public to the parties and would be paid to do what you already do at the pier, but at a safer and more well-structured place!” 

 “Well, the offer is tempting, but we love dancing here. The pier is where our community exists, where we took our first steps and learned everything. We follow our schedules, our rules, without a boss full of orders on us. Also, I don’t appreciate the idea of someone coming here, taking our culture and making money out of it, you know?” Naomi said in a defensive tone.

 Bianca argued.

 “We truly don’t want to take advantage of what you girls do. Your work is pure art, and it’s a result from hard work. I believe we can open a new door for you to show what you do. Downtown is full of people, and sometimes the clubs are visited by businessmen and headhunters looking for new talents. If you work with us, you can make an extra money, meet new people and be seen. I believe we can help each other. We’re all women fighting for our place in this world.”

 Naomi and Katya looked at each other, thoughtful.

 “What about the money?” asked Katya.

 “We can negotiate payments, schedules, and the performances will be totally yours, full freedom to create,”  Michelle said. “We also need a DJ! I think it’s fair enough having a woman in charge of music as well!”

  “Like, I thought I was already in” said Pearl, confused and a little distracted from the conversation.

 “Pearl, we’re still thinking about it, there’s nothing decided here, you stoner! Now, pass this joint over here!” said Katya, getting the weed cigarette from Pearl’s hands.

 Courtney said, bravely: “Do you girls need a bartender? I used to work mixing and serving drinks at my city, to help paying college! And I kinda need a job right now…”

 “Totally! You would be very useful!” said Bianca, one more time regretting her lack of discretion.

 All of them stayed quiet for a little, reflecting on the proposal, until Naomi broke the silence.

  “What about a meeting on Monday, 9am at Joe’s Cafe? We can discuss about it after a rest and having our stomachs filled. Until there, we’ll think about the offer. I believe we can support each other, if it’s really worth it.”

 “Awesome! I mean, deal.” Michelle corrected herself as an attempt to sound professional. “Monday it is.”

 “Deal! Now, if you excuse us, I need to go there and flirt with that cute jock who has been staring at me since the dance battle. The move 'contort like the girl from Poltergeist’ never fails!” 

Katya waved and ran towards the man, followed by Naomi and Pearl, who shook hands with the sisters.

  Just Courtney stayed behind, and right after waving to Michelle, she came closer to Bianca’s ear and said, quietly: “I think Katya was not the only one being observed tonight. And I really liked it.”

 With that, Courtney left, running to reach the other girls.

 Michelle looked to Bianca without understanding what had just happened until she saw her sister red like a shrimp, and started to laugh loudly, followed by curses and more laughs from Bianca. Together, the two started to leave the pier, clumsy and happy, towards Michelle’s apartment. The day had both started and finished in total opposite ways, reviving the hope that good things may be coming. They’d need to work a lot, but the end of this night was just the beginning of a new era in the sister’s lives.         

[yuuimagines]

Stray Kids in Hogwarts

Kim Woojin

House: Hufflepuff

Blood: Muggle Born

Year: Sixth year

Quidditch: Keeper

Extra information:

* Everybody in his family was so surprised

* How‘s it possible that only their youngest child is a wizard?

* But he was still very excited!

* Since he‘s the youngest in his family it confused him even more when he found out that he‘s the oldest one of the first graders—

* The first few years he was enjoying life and doing everything he wanted

* But after the fourth year he was like the mom of the dorm

* ”OMG NO DON‘T GO THERE ARE YOU CRAZY“

* Very wise to the younger ones

* ”Never, I say NEVER piss Snape of. He‘ll remember your face for the next decades and mistreat your children if he needs to I swear“

* Is friends with Chan

Bang Chan

House: Gryffindor

Blood: Pure Blood

Year: Seventh year

Quidditch: Team Captain/ Beater

Extra information:

* This boy was very sad :(

* Even though he was surrounded by great wizards and witches he felt so lonely and just not in the right place

* He often asked himself if he‘s on the right path and got lost at some point

* But then Changbin got his letter, in the end even Jisung did

* So little Chris was happy since he finally had some real friends and people to depend on

* In the Quidditch team since day one

* After Jackson, the previous team captain, graduated everybody voted for him to be the next

* I feel like he wouldn‘t be the type of Beater to constantly attack the enemies

* He would be the type to protect his own team mates rather than attacking

* Funfact: The sorting hat originally wanted him to be in Hufflepuff

* I think Chris would enjoy Dark Arts a lot just because it‘s Dark Arts whoooooo

Lee Minho

House: Slytherin

Blood: Pure Blood

Year: Fifth year

Quidditch: Chaser

Extra information:

* Minho lives in constant fear as the Chaser tbh

* Would be mean to everybody at first because he felt like he needed to fulfill the stereotype of a Slytherin? After some time he was like well huh that was stupid

* Has a lot of experience because his family always teaches him little spells

* He HATES Defence against the Dark Arts SO MUCH

* ”When I do Dark Arts by myself I don’t need to defend myself cuz my spells are so lit?“

* Goofs around and pretends to be bad sometimes but he‘s actually one of the best wizards in Slytherin

* He is whipped for your cat, so if you‘re a Slytherin and own a cat expect finding this boy in the middle of the night with every single cat doing some kind of ritual—

Seo Changbin

House: Gryffindor

Blood: Pure Blood

Year: Fourth year

Quidditch: Chaser

Extra information:

* So Changbin was always interested in the Muggle‘s lifes

* He would go up to Woojin or somebody with at least a little bit of knowledge and ask them a million questions

* ”Why do you guys need electricity? Couldn‘t you just use—“

* ”NO THEY CAN‘T CHANGBIN, THEY DON‘T HAVE WANDS TO HEAT THEIR FOOD“

* ”And cars?? I swear that‘s the most useless thing when they would just use teleportation methods like—“

* ”SEO CHANGBIN“

* He looks intimidating but he‘s a soft boi and would like to be friends with you uwu

* Changbin being a chaser would Seungmin drive crazy I swear

* ”Slytherin has the Quaff— Wait no, Gryffindor‘s Chaser Changbin just— Oh wow Slytherin‘s Minho had a great technique to— CHANGBIN HAS THE QUAFFLE AGAIN, JUST FINALLY SCORE THE POINTS JESUS CHRIST“

Hwang Hyunjin

House: Slytherin

Blood: Muggle born

Year: Third year

Quidditch: Seeker

Extra information:

* So I wanted to make Jinie‘s story a bit more attached to reality

* You may think: A Muggle born in Slytherin? Well that‘s ironic— AND I KNOW JUST PLEASE LISTEN TO ME

* So on the Hogwarts Express he told some people his parents are Muggles and basically what happened was a lot of harassment from just a few people

* Stuff like ”What is he doing here?“ ”Somebody like him won‘t be a great wizard“ or ”I bet he‘s no clue about ANYTHING. How cute to think that he‘ll make it“

* Hyunjin‘s blood was boiling. He wanted to prove them wrong, he wanted to show the best side of him that he could

* So the sorting hat was like ”Slytherin will make you stronger“ and ”You will make them regret everything they said behind your back“

* And Quidditch was the way to go

* So he learned a lot of things from books and eventually made it into the team as the Seeker

* After winning a match he got the ALL THE GIRLS AND BOYS

* Everybody‘s crush

* Hated Jisung at first because he was also a Seeker and Gryffindor won that day

* ”Maybe you should just finally catch the Golden Snitch, maybe you would win then lol“

* ”Well maybe you should study more, maybe you wouldn‘t fail all your exams then“

Han Jisung

House: Gryffindor

Blood: Half Blood (Mother Witch, Father Muggle)

Year: Third year

Quidditch: Seeker

Extra information:

* Imagine Fred and George Weasley being one person

* That‘s this boy

* Probably owns the map of mischief and he uses it ALL THE TIME

* When he isn‘t Gryffindor‘s fantastic Seeker he comments the Quidditch games

* AND HE IS ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS

* Like;; he would be so biased? And always making jokes, cursing and then censoring himself after Seungmin hits the back of his head—

* This would honestly be a big commercial for Gryffindor

* Because he very proud

* THIS BOY IS AFRAID OF SNAPE AND DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS OMG

* He would rather die than going to this lessons oh boi

* He was already friends with Changbin and Chan when he wasn‘t attending Hogwarts

* When the sorting hat screamed GRYFFINDORRRRR Chan and Changbin were screaming and applauding like crazy

* Since they also play Quidditch and everybody knew this trio they got the name 3RACHA

* Most chaotic Seeker in history I swear

Lee Felix

House: Hufflepuff

Blood: Half Blood (Mother witch, father Muggle)

Year: Third year

Quidditch: Seeker

Extra information:

* This boy might be the most serious one (as many legends say) BUT he is still in Hufflepuff because my heart tells me yes in tiny font

* With Lee Felix as Hufflepuff‘s Seeker they actually have a chance because this boy‘s GOOD

* Felix also has a big heart for magical creatures

* Everybody wanted to have him in his own house since he helped everyone on the way to Hogwarts with their pets, luggage etc.

* His parents supported him so much and thought of everything while packing and buying his books

* Hates the house‘s stereotypes so much and wants to break them as good as possible

Kim Seungmin

House: Ravenclaw

Blood: Pure Blood

Year: Third year

Quidditch: /

Extra information:

* We all knew he was a Ravenclaw the second we saw him, ok!?

* He is already used to the whole magical world from his family

* So he wasn‘t really surprised when the letter from Hogwarts arrived

* Teaches Jeongin a lot of things about magic

* Let‘s be real, guys: HE WOULD THINK THAT MRS. TRELAWNEY‘S LESSONS ARE PURE BULLSHI—

* Like;; he would go to several people (maybe Jisung the most skskskks) and tell them that it‘s the Most useless form of magic

* He doesn‘t play Quidditch

* Cuz this boy‘s smart and doesn‘t let himself beat up

* But he goes to the matches anyways to watch over his friends

* Aka he needs to be there because he comments the gameplay

* (The only one who takes commenting the game serious and doesn‘t get scolded)

* Buys a lot of stuff to prank the guys with in Hogsmeade

Yang Jeongin

House: Ravenclaw

Blood: Half Blood (Mother Muggle, Father Wizard)

Year: First year

Quidditch: Beater

Extra information:

* OK SO LISTEN

* Since he lived in the Muggle World and his father never told him enough about magical stuff he never knew much about being a wizard

* So when he first came to Hogwarts his HE WAS EXCITED

* That‘s why everybody thought he was so CUTE

* Became everybody’s baby in seconds

* This boy is a proud Ravenclaw

* The moment Jeongin was first on a broom every knew: This boy will play Quidditch like a god and laugh every time the Bludgers hit the enemies

* He met Seungmin on the Ravenclaw table after the sorting hat did his job

* He counts the days until he can go to Hogsmeade

* Calls the older students dump when they make mistakes as a joke

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A/N: OMG DID YOU GUYS SEE SEUNGMIN, JEONGIN AND JISUNG IN THEIR HOGWARTS CAPES? I ALWAYS KNEW JISUNG WAS A GRYFFINDOR HAAAAA

Also, English isn‘t my first language. I had to look up a lot of things because I read the books in German. So I‘m really sorry if something isn‘t right? Just tell me skshskwv

[hunterartemis]

The Assistant (Appendix 3): Trivias About Maxine

She was born on 31st October 1893, she is four years older than Newt Scamander and Four Years Younger than Theseus Scamander. Her Zodiac Sign in Scorpio

She is 5′9 tall, but still likes to wear Heels. According to her “men seldom cross a woman in heels and red lipstick”

Her three sizes are 34-27-36. She is a rectangular type.

Her favourite food  Bouillabaisse, from her birthplace Marseilles. 

Audrey left (was sent to Azkaban) when Maxine was only a year old. She lived alone with maids and bunch of House elves in the Chateaux D’if till she was seven. She and her mother were basically prisoners. All they would feed Maxine was Bouillabaisse. It was the only meal she would eat for several months when she was brought in the Paris estate. Even today, when she feels bad, she would ask for Bouillabaise--although she is never seen eating one in the story.

At the age of Seven, while having her meal, Maxine bit her tongue. She screamed so loud that every glass window on that floor shattered and every object of her room flew from the place and got suspended in the air. Lampito, her elf in care informed Hrothgar at the instant, and she was brought in Paris Estate.

Maxine has many books, but she seldom reads–the only thing she genuinely likes to read is poetry, and scandalous ones: thus she likes Baudelaire so much.

If she had a Theme Song it would be Rondo Capricciosso by Camille Saint Saens.

She marries a 38 year old Theseus when she herself is 34 years old.

During Holidays when she use to come home at her Parisian Home: the Conciergerie, she seldom slept at night and would sneak out and roam the streets of Paris–That is how she knew the streets of Paris so well when she took Newt on tour.

Maxine is extremely fond of Classical Music: Bach, Mozart, Puccini, Beethoven, Shostakovitch, Tchaikovsky, Ravel are her favorites. But she is often forced with Vivaldi, Handel, Monteverdi by her family who prefers Ecclesiastical music. She can stand Vivaldi but to her “the rest is absolute murder”.

Maxine can speak Five languages, English, French, German, Russian and Japanese. Her elder sister-in-law Svetlana taught her Russian and Slovanian, but Maxine cannot speak the latter, but can understand it

Her wand is Aspen wood and Phoenix feather. Wand of a very prolific public speaker, rebel and a duellist. Aspen commutes with the God Hermes, God of Speed and Thievery something which Maxine is well acquainted with. Phoenix signifies detachment and independence, which commutes well with her explorer nature.  

Her MBTI type is ENTJ-P, the Commander/Argumentative type.

Her Archetype is “The Trickster”/“The Jester”/ “The Explorer”

she worked as Espionaged-Auror with Theseus. She was quiet successful interrogating perpetual suspects by using a Modified Imperius Curse which makes the victim to hallucinate that they are having sex with her.

She has an extensive collection of Lingerie–from Corsets to Stockings. She had used them during interrogation and her “recreational” purposes.

She has invented spells: including the modified versions of Cruciatus and Imperius Curses; the first one gives spontaneous (and painful) orgasms. She is proficient in Non-verbal and wandless magic. 

Her patronus changed throughout her life: during Durmstrang it used to be Vulture, then it changed into Baltic fox. She realised her love for Theseus when her patronus changed into Bull, mimicking the Minotaur that King Theseus defeated in the myths.

Maxine’s initial inheritance included 10,000 Galleon worth of money, Three Baroque necklaces worth 5 million Euros of Muggle money, Two rings worth 2 million Euros of muggle money and Her mother’s apartment in London (in which she lived)

After spending 10,000 Galleon worth of inheritance into travelling in places (for learning various forms of Magic), she started looking for a job. after two years of unemployment and poverty she got a job at British ministry.

during this two year of poverty she had to do something to make money. She sold her 3000 galleon worth Provincial chaise for just only 100 galleons, her Alexandrite family ring, a pearl necklace to Borgin and Burkes. After that she sold a black book to Zonko’s joke shop where she had kept all of her invented prank spell. Being generous Zonko’s paid 500 galleons to her. To this day, Maxine’s prank spell is still used in Zonko’s joke shop and Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

When she got her job, She bought all the things she had sold, with Leprechaun gold, some real currency and by Imperius curse.

She found a way to solidify the Love Potion and to smoke it; it was depicted twice in the story: one in her days in Durmstrang while other the night before wedding. Apparently smoking the love potion is almost equal to having sex for ten hours without the fatigue. However only she can smoke it like a normal cigarette and enjoy the pleasure–any person who had little experience with it will go rabid with its effect and will end up killing themselves in the process to satiate the libido. 

She is very fond of Mardi Gras/ Masquerade parties. She would often invite sons and daughters of European Ministries, lock them in a room with food, drinks and cigarettes filled with Amortentia, and go. It was a common entertainment between the women of Valois Family to spy on the naked and masked revel from a secret space. This was a tradition started by Maxine’s great-great Grandmother Regan Valois in Early 18th Century to have fun and to collect intel about the enemy; both Muggle and Wizards. It is an exception that Maxine should physically participate in it before her wedding.

She was admitted into St. Jean Baptiste de Deboir after Anatole tried to kill her with Cursed Fire, however what she told Newt that she could not have Obliviation was a lie. She resisted the Memory Curse by tipping off a healer who taught her the spell : Occlumenta Horribilis. It was so because Maxine could kill Anatole one day and practice herself not to fear him,

Maxine hates her portrait that hangs in Conciergerie; according to her, her family told the painter to ‘soften’ her features and make her ‘less mischievous’. It was painted when she was 19 years old.

Her character colors are Black, Red, Olive Green, Pink and Gold. Black represents her physical beauty, Red her sexual boldness, Green her impishness and envy, Pink represents her public image as a Valois, Gold represents her uniqueness and vision

Maxine has a special gait in which she sways her hips in a peculiar and yet very subtle fashion. This gave her away in front of Theseus when she was in Newt’s place.

Theseus was offered an enormous dowry when he proposed Maxine to marry him. The dowry included The Duchy of Croy, 30,000 Galleon, the Chateaux D’if of Marseilles where Maxine was born. However Theseus rejected it.

Theseus and Maxine’s first wedding dance was not an Waltz, but Minuet, as per the tradition of the Valois family. They danced to Henry Purcell’s Hole in the Wall. The second dance was an waltz, danced on Beethoven’s Violin Concerto: Rondo, Played by the dragon keeper Ernst Bongartz

Theseus had Maxine’s mother’s grave shifted at Edinburgh. He even took her to that place before they parted for Honeymoon.

When Maxine returned from the Exile, she found out Marguerite and Svetlana came to reconcile with her, after knowing what she had been through. Through them she found out Elena died while giving birth: now the baby boy will be cared by Svetlana. She and Magnus (Elena’s husband) elected Maxine as Godmother and Named the child Maximus Renaldo (a name his mother chose) Valois. The boy has blond hair and black eyes.

 Throughout her life she had seven lovers : Anatole Malfoy (who turned out to be using her), Clemens Charlemagne (broke off with mutual consent), Andrej Bolkonsky (Svetlana’s Cousin, she hooked up with him once at the wedding of Svetlana and her brother Menelaus), The eldest son of Italian Minister of Magic (for an espionage mission), Percival Graves (on a dare with Theseus Scamander), Newt Scamander (the one whom she could not get) and Theseus Scamander (Colleague, Partner-in-crimes, Husband)

[ao3feed-victuuri]

And All the Flowers Will Bloom

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by TheBrightestNight

Alt. click-bait title: Episode 12 Canon is Dead and I Killed It | Anxiety has gotten the best of Yuuri. They poke fun: “I bet if you show up with Viktor as your coach, they’ll think you stole him from the sport.” “You’ll be hated by millions of skating fans worldwide!” They say things from a place of true anger through the mask of banter: “The sin of keeping Viktor to yourself is grave.” They cheer for Viktor when Yuuri’s the one skating. They don’t know how Yuuri’s anxiety latches onto those things like a lifeline, something to feed on, to plant, water, and grow, for as long as Viktor is at Yuuri’s side, and not on the ice. • Yuuri is selfless. Too selfless. And his anxiety gets the best of him. • Russians aren’t known to hold back what they’re thinking and Viktor wants to make it clear that he’s not going to let Yuuri get away from him so easily. Nor is he going back to the noose that had been choking him for years now. He would have it both ways, because he was Viktor Nikiforov, he was used to winning. And this would be the most important win of his life.

Words: 4172, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, Phichit Chulanont, Otabek Altin, Yakov Feltsman, Lilia Baranovskaya, Nikolai Plisetsky, Nishigori Yuuko

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Additional Tags: Character's Name Spelled as Viktor, Romance, Misunderstandings, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, q: do you want your canon fried or fricasseed?, a: shredded, (1000 points to your house if you can guess that reference), Don't copy to another site

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[marauders70s]

So I just watched Crimes of Grindelwald and I have a huge rant list.

Spoilers (obviously). 

Also, I did not like hardly any of it, so I’m sorry. Don’t pick a fight with me after reading a post entitled rant list and then be upset that they are all rants.

- wow AMERICA yeah jo we know what you think of us. it’s obvious in our de-tonguing geneva-convention violating (i know it’s not around in 1927 okay) inhumane treatment of not just grindelwald but apparently all the prisoners and animals we keep in cages (i know our prison system is inherently terrible i’m very aware) but to transport him like a paralyzed stroke victim drooling to a thestral carriage on a Dark And Stormy Night really just is lazy writing on why we should dislike aurors without giving anyone a plot, dialogue, or exposition

- this guy who has been posing as Grindelwald....since the beginning? since when? they cut out his tongue?? but then? it’s just forked? there’s magic? like? could they grow the tongue back?? they can regrow bones in harry’s arm but okay

- this thestral carriage chase scene is really CGI explosion heavy turned actioned film and mostly consisted of me being like what. what. WHAT. wait what. wait who is that. what. why wouldn’t he just disapparate. what happens to these thestrals. okay. what. grindelwald can just dissolve wands since when can people do that why didn’t voldemort do that why didn’t harry do that this presents problems

- okay look david yates and co. you had this incredible opportunity to create an entire wardrobe of WIZARD FASHION in THREE COUNTRIES, most notably the fashion capitol of the world and what did you do you put every single person in trench coats and random muggle garb. Also, not even cool wizard hats. No. Just muggle bowlers and mobster hats.

- Does Newt have a job. If so, what is it? How can he pay for this lovely house with magical modifications? Don’t you have to get a contractor to put that in? Did he do it himself? How does he pay Sad Girl In Love With Protagonist tm? Does he pay her? How did they meet? Why do we never see her again?

- For a movie entitled ‘Fantastic Beasts’ we really gloss over looking at any of the in-house beasts, learning anything about them, or doing anything except a CGI palooza.

- Wow Queenie and Jacob are here ‘hope you don’t mind we let ourselves in’ ah yes rude american trope again. who on earth would do that. also this entire time jacob acts like a goon and newt is like let’s take the enchantment off and i’m like hi that’s hella nonconsensual you’re basically raping and kidnapping him and jacob is somehow okay with this. newt is somehow okay with this. 

- ‘please don’t read my mind’ um dude you’re talking AT her??? 

- movie glosses over how jacob got his memories back with a throwaway line of unbelievable dialogue. If obliviate only worked on bad memories, Hermione Granger really needs to go to family counseling with her parents. 

- mysterious postcard is exposition over really dumb journalism error that could have been easily fixed within seconds by sending an owl because owls don’t need addresses, something queenie conveniently forgets by not knowing how to find her sister

- queenie is a Dumb American for cheap laughs by letting a woman say something in french, laughing, and saying she doesn’t understand anything only for the droll French woman to repeat it in the exact monosyllabic voice. Apparently everyone entering/leaving a country needs to register a visa or something, which is conveniently circumvented by going through a muggle port? It’s unclear. Queenie herself does not seem to have registered.

- French Ministry of Magic is gorgeous. Has a cool roots to iron elevator. It is also probably improperly named as they put ‘American Ministry of Magic’ despite America not having ministries or ministers outside of some serious religious stuff. They put all this effort into creating MACUSA but didn’t use it.

- Is it just me or does the MoM change the interior every time I see it.

- Queenie is devastated she can’t find her sister in a city of millions despite having magic, a means of communication that is foolproof, and enough money to find a hotel and wait to meet up. Queenie is overwhelmed that other people think in their native language. Instead of finding this helpful for tuning out a crowded city (like she does on the daily in New York), she somehow finds it overwhelming even looking for Newt/Jacob. 

- Random woman is Silence In Queenie’s Head. I literally never learned who she was except Hard Bitch Kills Toddler. Or why Queenie can’t hear her thoughts. (Plot twist she’s Bella Swan).

- Toddler didn’t get his own little casket in the French mourning cart. Nice of Grindelwald to give a supposedly muggle family a funeral cart when he could have transfigured their bodies into armchairs or something. (Muggle supposed after he makes the remark about a ‘thorough cleaning.’)

- No one in Paris uses French in spellcasting. Spells are still English-based. 

- Dumbledore is a dramatic bitch for gloves and rooftops. It’s a very specific brand of Gay. 

- Don’t kill me but I don’t...hate? Jude Law as Dumbledore. He was still kind. But he wasn’t auburn and that was dumb. 

- Unclear why Jacob and Queenie have to live in shame and secret when they could move to another country especially when Jacob loves bread and would like Paris. This seems to be Queenie’s motivator which is thin as hell and I didn’t follow her ‘logic’ at all. LAZY WRITING.

- Queenie immediately doesn’t disapparate upon seeing Grindelwald. Queenie somehow gets into this rhetoric. Later Queenie does not get disgusted with apropos wizard-Hitler being like ‘they are lesser beings’ and she, who wants to marry one, is like ‘yeah they totally are because I’m basically Jacob’s mom.’ 

- Grindelwald, in addition to being played by Johnny Depp, is albino, has one mutilated eye with a bad color contact clearly visible in multiple scenes, and is British when it is specifically stated he went to Durmstrang and was expelled for Dark Magic (at Durmstrang, which is noted for its Dark Arts program). As an allusion to wizard-Hitler, I always inferred that Grindelwald was German or Austrian. 

- Wow Paris street magic carnival gave me LIFE and WOW and MAGIC feels. I loved the ducking through the barrier. 

- Weird freakshow circus gets blown apart but Newt only manages to catch one creature that is helpfully foreshadowed it can leap Paris in a single bound. It is a Chinese creature when no mention of Chinese magic, Chinese handlers, or any sort of Asian magic is referred to (except in the cringe-worthy case of the ‘South Asian blood curse of Nagini’ which is a whole other can of worms). In all likelihood, as China is one of the oldest civilizations, their magic and dragon worship would be more paramount. China cat’s serious Great Beast’s weakness is a cat toy. 

- Why is Nicholas Flamel....like that. Sure he’s like 600 years old but (a) is Jacob literally breaking his hand what the hell, (b) as much money and life as you could want does that mean he has to be like 100 years old forever that sucks that’s not even worth being immortal. (c) Where’s his wife. (d) When he goes to battle I thought he’d drink some elixir and be young again but...no.

- Nagini has no purpose in this movie other than to be snake slave and love interest and run around in a circus outfit with tits out bra off. She did not do a single useful thing.

- Wait I’m sorry WHAT you can like...fuck house elves now?? There are half-elves? How....you know what no thanks I don’t want to know.

- Credence, despite the last movie setting up an obscurial as like a suicide bomb, can relatively control mega destruction now and get back into his body fairly easily. No one even wonders why this lacemakers roof apartment exploded.

- Are he and Nagini in love? Are they escaped carnival freak bros? Why isn’t Nagini heading for the hills? She literally has no personality of her own at all.

- Paris is suspiciously white in this film. Especially for the 20s art renaissance. 

- I don’t know why Credence falls into Orphan Must Know Parentage Trope because it’s really overused and boring. And frankly the superfluity of ravens was really beating me over the head. Credence can like...do anything. He could get some money and go to a wand shop. He could just...disappear. I don’t know why he has to be so easy to track.

- By the way who is this weirdo tracking him for Grindelwald/the ministry. It’s very unclear. I never got his name. It’s probably one of the many death eater names they throw in to make sure you know these families great-grandparents are also running around being evil instead of, you know, regular people doing it. So he could be Travers. I guess. LAZY WRITING. 

= Now is a special segment on Hogwarts = 

- The layout of Hogwarts changes every time I see it. Why are the classrooms always different. Why would the wood still have carvings. Why is there a bridge over this lake which is different than the covered bridge leading towards the Forest that Harry and Lupin have a Serious Chat on. 

- YOU CANNOT APPARATE IN HOGWARTS GROUNDS. And don’t you try to tell me Dumbledore instituted that because it’s directly stated in Bathilda Bagshot’s Hogwarts, A History as being a longstanding charm with muggle repelling. 

- Everyone apparates onto the bridge and walks through the castle without anyone bothering them into the correct classroom right away?? Like did they get a copy of the teaching schedule? Did Peeves show them?

- Dumbledore did NOT teach DADA. Dumbledore taught transfiguration. He was still teaching Transfiguration when Tom Riddle went to school. So if Dumbledore is teaching Transfiguration, Minerva McGonagall would not be at Hogwarts because she taught transfiguration after Dumbledore. Pretty sure mcgonagall was too young in 1927 to be a professor. LAZY WRITING. 

- Just looked it up. Pottermore (official JK writing, btw) states that Minerva McGonagall was born in 1934. So she’s officially negative 7 years old and a professor. That’s GOT to be a record. Poor Rowan Khanna will never beat preconception tenure.

- Despite me being ecstatic to hear/see a young McGonagall, the camera never held still long enough for me to see a young McGonagall. Any far away shots only demonstrated despite this being 1920s, she was still dressing in the 1890s. McGonagall, despite the obvious laughs it was going for, would never use magic against a student.

- Haha this dumb neanderthal student is Grandpa McClaggen. 

- Dumbledore, being known for wearing really flamboyant robes, dresses in conservative three piece suit. 

- Why would you not go home for the holidays when you have to take care of a baby raven you can just put it in a box or your pocket for christ’s sake you’re carrying like 6 niffler babies at one time but you never even show them again

- Will say that young Newt’s casting is A++

- WHY ARE THE UNIFORMS NAVY BLUE. WHY DO THEY WEAR RED TARTAN SKIRTS. WHY DO THEY HAVE PHD EMBELLISHMENTS ON ACADEMIC REGALIA? Why do they have colored hoods when the original films (and books to boot) say all black robes. Why are these robes not even proper wizarding robes but just like...cambridge robes. 

- To be honest this boggart lesson is like?? insane?? how did it last for 70 years it’s honestly so unethical and cruel. I’ve ALWAYS thought this even reading it for the first time in POA I was like “people’s worst fears are spiders and mummies?” like my greatest fear even at 12 was people I love dying. The fact that Newt is more scared of a desk than Theseus dying is weird.

- “I don’t want to talk about my boggart” Leta LeStrange means there was an Incident where Dumbledore realized that some students don’t have Great Home Lives and yet persists in this lesson for the next 70 years knowing that multiple kids are going to have their parents abusing them as their greatest fear. 

- Corvus, as a name, just means Raven. How stupid. “Is your house crest a raven?” “Yes. Also my brother. Like if you were named Badger McHufflepuff.” “Oh don’t worry my name is just Lizard Lizard.” “Cool."

- No background or even hints at future background (e.g. they haven’t written it yet) on why Leta gets with Theseus even after the first film where he has a picture of Leta in his suitcase. 

- Theseus and Newt have no screen time interaction. They do not behave like brothers. They have no flashbacks. Even young Newt never interacts with his brother. There is no realism here that Newt says they have a complicated relationship or is annoyed by his brother. This exposition is just lazy writing with nothing on screen to back it up. 

- So you’re telling me Dumbledore had the mirror of erised for SEVENTY YEARS and yells at harry for looking in it for three nights. How did Dumbledore not go mad? Where did he get it? I feel like 70 years is a long time to have it. 

- I guess when you think about it yeah being 40 in the 1920s does put you on the mark to be 110 when Harry meets you but fuck the books did NOT explain HOW OLD Dumbledore was to me I always thought he was like hale and sprightly 70s/80s

- Okay so you’re looking in the mirror and going to just BRAZENLY FLOUT CANON and say his deepest desire looking in the mirror is to relive the memory of the blood oath? That’s exposition. That’s a memory. That’s a pensieve not a mirror. Your greatest desire has ALWAYS BEEN saving Ariana. And even if it was loving Grindelwald this is your GREATEST DESIRE like being together not reliving a blood oath just for the sake of audience explanation. LAZY WRITING. 

------ Back to other rants

- Most of this movie was me squinting being like ‘what’s the plot??’ and if there was a whiff of plot (”we all have to find credence’s birth records!”) most of it was me being confused “why does this matter?” “how did they all get there?”

- The confession of Newt trying to talk to Tina in the records room was painful. Not cute. Not even funny. Just so painful. It was like secondhand embarrassment but like...pity embarrassment. 

- I don’t know why Grindelwald has a map of a Parisian cemetery. I don’t know why he had to give it to Credence except as a big reveal. I don’t remember how Queenie got there. I genuinely DO NOT understand how Jacob got there much less passed through to the secret wizard place as a muggle. 

- No idea why the records lady was attacking them when Leta checked in twice (once as Tina). NO CLUE why they were the worst animated cats of all time or why they became multiple cats or even why when taken out of the French records they became even worse animated ‘real’ cats when they could have just used real cats. The entire chase scene was baffling and unnecessary. The records lady was not an agent of Grindelwald so no idea what’s up with her bee in the bonnet sorry for wrecking all your shit bye.

- I saw this movie less than an hour ago. I’m still confused how Leta, Newt, and Tina all teamed up or why they were cool teaming up or what. 

- This mausoleum has a Greek hellenistic statue of a man reclining for no apparent reason and these shelves are supposed to bear ashes right so why are you putting a dumb pop up book there. Why would Grindelwald’s agent remove the record in drag as an old lady? It was weirdly unnecessary. 

- Yosef’s exposition on how a white man literally imperiused and raped his mother was like WOW NO ONE IS GONNA EVEN TOUCH THAT???? and then for her to die in childbirth it’s like...my dudes wizards have cured so many diseases muggles haven’t you know they’re up there inventing the c-section with Julius Caesar and accio’ing babies out of utero like ‘gimme that catcher’s mitt she’s fully dilated.’ This whole “oh it was the 1900s” nonsense does NOT apply to magic. LAZY WRITING. 

- I immediately forgot what happened to Corvus’ mom. but whatever right? she’s just a disposable woman! this movie does NOT care about consent! much less women! haha they’re just flowers!

- ‘I killed my brother’ yeah i mean we saw that coming she was REALLY SURE he was dead. But I was 90% sure it was going to be a child accident like dropping him down the stairs or shaking him too hard to get him to stop crying and then swapping him with a live baby but no? so i don’t know i feel like you didn’t really kill him.

- this steamer going down is confusing. is it a muggle ship? if it’s a muggle ship than is Credence swapped a baby with...a muggle born wizard? Are their other wizarding families on the ship? If so then why did they drown? you can all magic out of there? your lifeboat wouldn’t go down? why even take a steamer ship to america? you can...apparate or portkey or floo or fly like this titanic nonsense makes NO SENSE. And if Papa LeStrange hates muggles so much why put his only children on an all muggle ship with a half elf (again why) who can’t do magic to protect them

- Finding Credence’s identity REALLY doesn’t need to revolve around the LeStrange’s sordid past. Steamer ships keep passenger logs. So. We really should leave the mausoleum now to go find that. 

- Yosef took an unbreakable vow to kill this white baby and it’s dead so is he released? He was released like...20 years ago. Why does he continue to hang out with these people? Your endless vengeance has rested? No need to team up with the sister you never knew? apparently (their family dynamic was also poorly/not explained). 

- Why is this mausoleum an underground amphitheater. Literally why it makes no sense. Is it supposed to bring up the first David Yates film OotP? I don’t know. It also has a lot of blue fire and people rapturing the fuck out of there (literally when did apparating involve staring up at the sky and blasting off in rocket smoke). Also in re this movie how can you be tracked after apparating (Newt/Dumbledore’s tail). 

- So if you touch this curtain do you automatically teleport to this amphitheater. Also what if you touched it by accident and were like OH SHIT HOW DO I GET OUT. Like wow this guy wasn’t kidding when he said there’s no wizard that can match him magically. This is like Charles Xavier Magneto Level 1 Mutant Power kind of shit. Not even Voldemort could do that. Big Power Too Big trope. Again. How did Jacob even GET there. 

- Johnny Depp wears leather pants. Costume department, get your act together.

- Grindelwald, continuing to be British, shows clips of the Great War, approx 1914-1918. While the tanks and biplanes were appropriate, there were also lines (assumingly?) to concentration camps and the nuclear bomb of Hiroshima, which wouldn’t take place until 1945. So is Grindelwald also a prophet? Is he a seer? They kept referencing this book of poems and prophecy but without letting us see it? it went along with my general ‘I’m getting the gist of this but not really the why because it doesn’t make sense.’ And then Grindelwald rumor mongers and uses fear tactics when one of the police aurors straight up KILLS A WOMAN like wow can we cool it with use of force/police brutality is this guy going to get written up or is he fire now? 

- Ethnically ambiguous Grindelwald supporter (only person of color) gets immediately incinerated for not being 100% sure of his side. When Credence feels the same way, he gets a couple of gifts. 

- Look, I didn’t start this way but I stan Leta LeStrange. She was honestly one of the only people and the only woman in this film with a personality. 

- Queenie stands still as weak, silly, expositional, dumb American. For those of you about to be like ‘She’s spying on Grindelwald! She’s the greatest legilimens that ever lived!’ I just want to beg you to reconsider because if you’re right and if the writers get wind of that you know they’re going to have her like teach little Tom Riddle something just BECAUSE everything has to connect. 

- Poor Jacob he seems okay with being stranded in another country. Is his bakery okay? Do his friends know he isn’t dead? He is super super super brave throughout this movie despite his main comedic strength in the other movie being nervous. But this time he’s like meh firefights and large monsters.

- Credence I understand going over. Nagini continues to not be a character and did not go with Newt and Crew. 

- Wasn’t even sad for Theseus because again, Theseus had little to no character development except being a Whipping Boy to authority. Theseus and Leta never interacted in any meaningful way. Their relationship didn’t even seem real. I wasn’t even sad.

- I feel like Leta isn’t dead though because who the fuck else is carrying this LeStrange line to give birth to Rabastan and Rodolphus. 

- At this point everyone apparates AGAIN to Hogwarts. This time I guess a ghost went and alerted Dumbledore because he’s waiting. But yeah like come on in for tea Newt but fuck all those kids they can wait here. 

- What is this plot?? Is there a plot?? What is going on??

- Who gives someone a wand like this hi I hid it up my sleeve touch me my boy I long for your touch.

- This is a phoenix, not a Raven. Newt is a sad ordinary bird but you’re a bright beautiful phoenix. Apparently phoenixes can grow up in ONE DAY. Foreshadowing Dumbledore is foreshadowing. LAZY WRITING this is so stupid. The books would have been EXPLICIT about a fourth child. 

- Maybe he’s a cousin. Close relative, perhaps? *Pleakley voice*

“He hasn’t got a brother?” 

Dobby shook his head. 

Literally where I’m at right now. 

- ABRUPT ENDING IS ABRUPT I didn’t even realize this was the end of the film because the score, cinematography, and writing did NOT cue me that this was winding down. I literally was like ‘how long does this last’ and then it was like DAVID YATES. Okayyyyyyy. 

- Anyway my sum feeling upon the lights going on was: what the fuck. was there a plot. there were so many loopholes. i was confused about many things almost the whole time because nothing was fleshed out and if they threw enough CGI at me I’d be patched up. 

Final rating: It matches up pretty well to the middle film of The Hobbit trilogy. 

[mrdanielbond]

Bond’s New Flatmate (Chpt. 9)

“Just trust me...”

Summary: As a way of helping cope with the troubles you’ve faced for the last two months, Jonathan decides to treat you to a holiday to Geneva and it is a well deserved break. A holiday with a hunk you like to drink with? What could possibly go wrong?

A/N: I don't think this chapter is as great as it could have been, I'm going to be honest. There is a little Night Manager reference...If any of you get the hint. ;) Remember Jonathan is an actor of your choice!

The two of you sat in a train cabin, heading for the airport in Ireland after stopping for a connection flight to Geneva. During this time, you enjoyed the idea of going abroad with a friend as you hadn’t been abroad in years, maybe this was the well deserved break you were looking for after all. However, the handsome gentleman across you still left you with doubts ever since you decided to accept his offer. It did take you a few days and he was patient with you, then when you told him you would be joining you, he was elated.You hadn’t seen a man this way since your dear ‘husband’ had gotten married to you.

Oh yes. You forgot to tell Jonathan you were married. That conversation had still yet to be discussed, but your excuse was that you didn’t feel like you owed him anything. You knew the man for months and had been talking to him - hell you now can say that you’ve lived with him, but there was still a part of you that felt you didn’t know him that well enough to tell him everything about yourself. Especially after what happened with James. There was no way you were willing to let your guard down that easily.

“... I mean you think we know each other well but as far as I’m concerned, I’m currently on a train with a stranger, that I happen to live with, who could possibly shoot me.”

“First of all, shoot you? We wouldn’t even make it past the airport if I had possession of a firearm.” Jonathan retorted with his hand on his heart, posing with an offended face. “Secondly, I am offended you think I would do such a thing after spending all this money on the trip and with the money I plan to spend during it to!”

“Aren’t you meant to be going to work on this trip? Surely you’d get all expenses paid, accommodation, transport, everything else you need wherever you go abroad?” You remarked.

“Excuse me, I will have you know that I paid for this accommodation-”

“Did you now?”

“Yes Ma’am, I can confirm I did so you will be left very impressed with what I have to offer!” Jonathan chuckled as he sipped on his cup of earl grey.

“Like with the fact you hid from me that you live in a freaking penthouse that is larger than the house I grew up in?”

“I don’t go around saying that, especially to the women. I’d rather have them believing I’m a man of mystery.” He smirked proudly, causing you to subtly swoon over this man’s confidence. His cockiness was subdued and often made you laugh as he wasn’t the man to often talk that way when it came to women. “Look, in all honesty I just want you to trust me. I want you to know I won’t do anything that could potentially harm you or hurt your feelings. This trip is about having a good time, not for you to trust me less than you already do. Can we try working on that?”

Oh the sincere look got to you. You were both silent for a moment, before his eyebrows arched and his lips grew into a large grin. “Besides, you already have to live with me, it wouldn’t do you any harm to at least get along with your flatmate this time.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes and playfully huffed. “If that’s what it takes, I guess I can make something work.”

The journey had only gotten better after that. You both flew in business class, and had time to read, talk to each other. Eventually, your eyelids grew heavy and you found course slumping your head on his shoulder.

"You alright there?" He chuckled as he turned his attention from his book to you."

"I'm sorry, I'm tired."

"No it's fine, you don't have to move. Keep it like that. I wouldn't want you sleeping uncomfortable."

In all honesty, hadn’t minded, he was comfortable as long as you were beside him.

When you had both arrived to Geneva it was 11.30 pm and you were extremely exhausted after the long day of travelling. All you wanted to do was to get to the hotel and sleep until the next midday. That also reminded you, what did Jonathan have in mind when he said he had dealt with the accommodation? You were not fussy, but you were hoping he would not pull a stunt and try to book one bedroom because that would not end well. Especially considering he was trying to gain your trust and not lose it. This time your guard was staying up. He was not going to knock this down.

You were in complete awe at the beautiful city at night. The thousands of beaming lights from the houses and hotels, you could even see the lake in all its beauty and the faint outlines of the mountains in the midnight blue sky. The new fresh air made you sigh happily as Jonathan helped you with your bags into the taxi. You couldn’t help but smile at him. If this place was a complete magical place at night, imagine how captivating it was during the day. You had always dreamt of going skiing in the Swiss Alps travelling through Lake Geneva. Never had you thought there was a chance this could happen.

Neither were you prepared for the surprise you faced from Jonathan when you arrived at your hotel. It was a large chalet, vibrantly shining before you. Jonathan could see the smile on your face and was in awe by your fascination at that moment. He faced a warm feeling now seeing that you were excited, even though you did a good job of keeping composed.

The night manager stood at the counter smiling upon your arrival. “Good evening, I am the Night Manager, at your service.”

“Hello, I have a reservation under Harrington.” Jonathan stated.

“Harrington. Ah, we have been expecting you Mr. Harrington, you have booked the best room we have to offer. The Lake Geneva suite, five star quality, I’ll just grab the keys and show you to your room.”

The three of you made your way to the room together. Jonathan turned to you, seeing that you had your eyebrow raised and your arms folded. A reminder of the conversation you had on the plane, based on a joke about having a secretly prestigious background. The man turned to you and whispered, “It’s the name I have to use from the company. I know you’re looking at me as if I’m related to royalty, I swear to God I am not. My surname is far from it.”

Even with his breath against your ear, a tingling sensation emerged quickly. You know it was wrong and tried to push it away but this man had been winning and you were stuck under his spell for the time being.

“What is it then?” You boldly asked back.

Jonathan placed his finger on his lips and winked.

“Like that’s supposed to make it any better.” You rolled your eyes. The man had the nerve to keep even the simplest of things from you! That’s when you realised that on this trip, it was going to be your mission to get to know who you were now living with as much as you could.

The suite was incredible, and to your relief it was a two bedroom luxury suite on the top floor. It had a perfect view of the city and the nature behind it. The lake from a distance and its mountainous regions, but it also contrasted with the urban life below. Yet again, this wasn’t what you had expected to come from Jonathan.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take my bag.” You quickly stopped Jonathan and pulled your small suitcase from him.

“There she is again, wanting to be all Miss Independent. Well, there are two rooms, you get to decide which one to have and I’ll take the other.”

“Pine?”

“No.” He called through his room.

“Jonathan Pine - it has a nice ring to it.” You said smirking.

“I’m not named after a bloody tree.”

“I bet it’s something embarrassing like cocks or Dickon.”

“Jesus Christ, you must think my family really hate me. Of course it’s not!”

His comment made you grin. “Is it even English?”

“You’d be able to pronounce it just right. That’s all I’m going to say.”

“I’m starting to think your surname is actually Harrington.” You suddenly started as you sipped on the glass of wine, provided by room service. Your legs were placed to once side as you made yourself comfortable on the couch, already dressed in your long t shirt and shorts for bed soon.

Jonathan entered the living space and raised his head from his phone chuckling, “Believe what you want but I assure you it is not that.”

“Are you sure it’s not an embarrassing one? I will not make fun of you that is the case.”

“What is the deal with the surname talk? You plan on ratting me out to my boss or do you plan on marrying me? I wouldn’t mind being the first man to put a ring on your finger.” His laughter suddenly erupted and filled the room, caused you to nervously laugh with him. The latter at this stage was impossible for millions of reasons that you could not say aloud. You watched the man make his way to the glass coffee table and swipe his bottle of Guinness. You couldn’t let him have the upper hand, so you casually leaned back on the luxurious couch beside you, smirking as you took a sip from your wine.

“Look as much as the latter appeals to me, I want to know at least something about you that is at least as basic as your surname. You are literally a closed book! It is completely unfair that you know so much about me yet I know so little about you!”

Jonathan eventually turned to you and there was something about this man that also wound you up. It’s almost like he knew you inside and out, all the things you loved and hate about anything and everything but he still remained an enigma.

“Who’s fault is that?” He asked, catching your attention.

“Okay - it’s mine but still! Give me something!”

“In due time, good things come to those who wait.”

“Fuck this, I’m going to bed. Good riddance.” You let out a large huff and pulled yourself up. He quickly took your hand before you could leave, as you quickly spun round and almost tumbled into his lap, stopping yourself at an abrupt halt. Your hands were on his lap, intertwined with his. When your eyes moved up, you were caught in his orbs and time stopped for a moment. Your breath hitched and all thoughts in your mind left you blank.

“Ah, I’m sorry, let me just.” You quickly pulled your hand out of his and stood back.

“Oh no you have nothing to apologise for. I didn’t even realise I was doing that. I should be the one saying sorry.” He laughed nervously.

“No - no. It’s fine.” You tried to recollect your thoughts and remembered why you were standing in the first place. “Christ, I need some sleep.” You face palmed, “Don’t look at me, I’m going to walk back and if you try to grab my hand, you will not be using those to touch anything else, mister.” You sassily managed to retort. Your attitude caused him to laugh hysterically on the couch.

Beams of light shone through the closed curtains of your room and forced you to awaken from your slumber. While you remained in a blanket cocoon, head against the large pillow, you realised that sleeping comfortable was something you had gotten used to thanks to Jonathan! Given the fact that you were apprehensive at first when it came to being around him in such a closed space, wondering if you were a burden to him, it was quite the opposite. He had proven to you that he valued your company greatly and this holiday he promised he would show it.

“Yes, I’m aware of that. I’ve been busy with a lot of work. It’s not my fault!” You hear Jonathan’s voice and can’t help but step forward to see him wondering around the living space in a casual white t shirt and jeans. He looks “Look, now is not the good time to talk. I’m out working, it’s unsafe for you to call me. No of course not!” He turned to your room door, where he found you quickly ducking aside. “Look, we’ll talk about this another time. I’m busy.”

A few seconds later you slowly stepped out heard him speak once more, “Ah! Good morning, Y/N! My terrible spy, you need to get dressed. We’re going out.”

You rolled your eyes, how did he know you were spying on him when you were convinced your reflexes were fast?

“I thought you were meant to be working.” You retorted.

His face turned into a large grin. "You’re my guest, I can’t have you not having fun abroad! Come on, there’s something I must show you!” You watched him pick up an apple from the fruit basket provided and take a large bite. You looked from the movement of his muscles around the tightly fit shirt, to his tousled hair.

“Y/N, you’re drooling.”

Your eyes suddenly widen, “If I’m drooling for something it’s that apple. It looks bloody delicious.”

“Sure you’re not talking about anything else?”

“What could be more delicious than that apple you’re holding?” You asked with a blank expression.

“I can name a few things.” He said proudly grinning. What was that supposed to mean?! “Stop getting me distracted!”

“I wasn’t doing anything! You’re the one who’s actually drooling!”

“Don’t try this reverse psychology. It doesn’t work on me. Now go on, get changed, we’re going out for breakfast. Aren’t you hungry?”

“Oh god, yes.” You said as made your way back to your room.

When you stepped out of the shower, your phone buzzed against the desk. It was your beloved husband, you managed to snag a picture of him while he was sipping his tea, you remembered how after that photo was taken he scolded you for doing so. Quickly you answered the phone.

“Y/N! Thank goodness you’re there, I’ve been trying to reach you for ages!”

“How long has ages been?” You asked calmly, even though you could sense a panic in his voice.

“All yesterday! You wouldn’t pick up your phone! Are you alright? What’s been happening?”

“I’m fine, nothing’s happened to me." You answered, confused.

“I tried asking Bond where you were, says you haven’t spoken to him in a long while, so I tried the hotel you told me you were staying in and they said you checked out a couple of weeks ago. Is everything alright? Are you sure you’re not in any difficult situations because I’m home now, if you’d like to stay with me.”

“No I’m fine, honestly. I’ve just been keeping myself busy and I’ve got somewhere else I’m staying for the time being.”

“You know James is not as worried as I am. Forget him, but I feel obliged to watch and protect you.”

“Listen, I'm perfectly fine, you don't need to watch over me. I’m kind of just taking a break out of London. This whole situation has taken its toll on me, I haven’t been feeling to great and-” Before you continued you stopped and turned around, “I swear to god if you’re lurking behind that door I will pick up my hair brush and throw it at you.” You heard Jonathan quickly shuffle away and mumble an apology, causing you to smile helplessly.

“Who?” Q asked.

“Not you. Someone else.”

“You’re staying with someone else?”

“Yeah, it’s just a friend who apparently likes to eavesdrop as much as I do in conversations. It’ll pass.”

“By any chance is this who you’re living with?”

“What’s with all the questions? You know - we’re not-” You stopped yourself quickly.

“I know. I just - want to make sure you’re safe. That’s all. I still can care about you, you know.”

You didn't know how to respond to that, considering you hadn't realised that Q still cared after all this time. The way you two had ended was more down to his part of not being able to contact you after being hired by the MI6. He distanced himself from you and with that, you grew accustomed to the situation.

“That’s nice to know, Q. I just need time to get out and think that’s all. Look, I’ve got to go, I’m supposed to be heading out any time soon and my friend is waiting for me, I’d rather not keep them waiting.”

“Oh - right that’s fine. Just make sure you drop me a message to let me know that you’re still there, alright? I do worry for you and I fear that we may not have been able to talk things through with the little time we’ve shared together. I’d like to know how you’re doing if James isn’t going to be the one to tell me himself.”

“Alright.”

“Have a good day, Y/N.”

You could tell the tone in his voice on the other end of the line showed great concern. He was truly worried and you could tell. However, this was Q. You knew him to be vulnerable when you first married him, although ever since you had reunited with him, he seemed more cold, sarcastic, immune to emotion, after all maybe that’s what his time in London could have done to him and somehow, that’s what caught you by surprise. But then there was another thing too, why had he been calling you the moment James was gone? What triggered this sudden feeling of needing to know how you were and where you were that only a significant other would feel. You managed to brush it from your mind and opt for a pair of dark blue jeans and a plain white shirt with trainers. Something casual, nothing that Jonathan hasn’t seen you in before.

As you stepped out, you found him opening the door for room service and smiling at you once the tea had arrived. God that smile. If only you could see him in only just an innocent light. Although you couldn’t. This man, there was something about him that kept your heart racing, sometimes left your mind blank and most of all intrigued, wanting more from him. Something that you admittedly once felt for James but that quickly vanished when you had second thoughts. But with Jonathan, there were no second thoughts. It was just him that constantly gave you that feeling, even from a simple smile. He looked at you as if you were the only woman in the world that mattered, which left you also feeling vulnerable, as though he was silently pulling down your guard.

The two of you headed to to a nearby café on foot and eventually Jonathan opened up about himself a little more. He spoke about his hobbies and interests. You learned about how he hadn’t always wanted to work in the murky world of espionage and actually aspired to work in a completely different career.

“You surely have the talent with how dramatic you are. I’m sure I told you a couple of weeks ago that this was your destined career.”

“I didn’t want to give you the satisfaction.” He laughed, “You get very smug when you’re right about something. It’s one of the little things about you that really sticks with me. You give a smirk like that! What you’re doing right now!”

“I’m not doing anything!” Your gasp turned into a laugh.

The two of you spent the rest of the day sightseeing. Jonathan took you to the nearest bike rental store and the two of you spent time cycling and getting to know the city you were staying in, while Jonathan was courteous enough to explain everything as he had been here before, once. You rode past the Palais des Nations building in complete awe with what remained before you and Jonathan could see it when you had stopped, causing him to quickly break and move back to you.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

“It’s amazing. Never thought I’d see it in person. The architecture is something that had always appealed to me with buildings like this.”

“You like a little architecture? Then follow me my lady, I will show you the right place to go.” He said with a smirk, beckoning you to follow him.

It had been almost twenty minutes of cycling until Jonathan stopped in front of St. Pierre Cathedral and you had to say, you were gobsmacked. The architecture was a thing of beauty, again something you hadn’t expected to see in such a short space of time but Jonathan took pride in showing you around a place he knew. He stepped off his bicycle and helped you lock both of them as you made your way into the cathedral, theatrically leaving his arm out for you to hold onto. You took it with a smile as he spoke to you about the history of the building and how he learned from it on a drunken night out, stumbling on this place and meeting someone who was knowledgeable enough to speak about the place. Then before you knew it, you were exhausted, making your way back to the hotel by the time it reached 5.00 pm.

While inside the taxi, Jonathan spoke to you further about places you wanted to see, and if there was anything particularly you wanted to do, which you suggested skiing straight away. The quick suggestion made him laugh and he had promised you that it was going to happen.

There was a look of sincerity in his eyes when he turned to you, which caught you off guard. “Look, I know it is late and you probably want to get some rest but I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to this restaurant I’ve been meaning to try out tonight.”

You raised your eyebrow, “I imagine I have no choice because you already booked a reservation?”

“Most definitely but again, I’m only trying to do the gentlemanly thing by asking you.”

“If this is some fancy place, you know I don’t have anything to wear - right?”

“It’s fine. We can sort something out.”

“This is not a date.” You quickly stated, pointing your finger in the air quickly.

“Well, what happens in Geneva stays in Geneva.” He stated, “But it’s two friends just having a drink, so be it.” He winked, causing your stomach to stir with butterflies.