#he's not evil he just likes causing mischief and if you're not running away and screaming like crazy the things he does are actually funny

[patxhwrk]

The people have spoken

Im calling him Blue Coral cookie cause thats the name people gave him and it suits him 👍

Honestly at this point i have no shame now he is just so??? Adorable??? Devsis character designs give me heartache (good)

Its also a Licorce x reader but its centered around Blue Coral more because he needs more love

Also his personality here is based off my personal hcs for him!

-ˋˏ✄—Little Treasure, Little Heir

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Licorice Cookie x Reader x Blue Coral Cookie

Pronouns: they/them

"Precious little treasure, beloved little heir."

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By the shore, by the harbor and by the harsh sea stood a lone cookie on the planks that seperated them from the waters below. They could hear the crashing waves against the sand as they leaned on the fence that kept them from falling off the edge.

Times like these, as they watched the waves approach, they wondered if there would be a time that they would visit the pier again, and the waters would be calm.

Being a follower of Dark Enchantress gave them little to no time to wander the world as they dreamt of, though.

No matter, they thought, as the cold winds of the shore rushed past them.

"Where the hell is Licorice?" They asked themself. "He should be finished by now."

The accomplice they awaited for was somewhere in the harbour, the pier they waited in a safe distance away, hidden in rags that allowed him to sneak within the alleyway and pass by crowds unnoticed.

A sorcerer, a necromancer, whatever he really was. He reminded Y/n of the deeper depths of the sea. Where the sun does not see within the darkness, but they are wonders for you to find if you did.

Footsteps approached them, too calm and silent to be their boisterous friend. From the corner of their eye, they could catch the familiar look of a uniform only one of the sailors wore.

They did not turn until the stranger spoke.

"Hello there," greeted the man, his voice strikingly similar to the accomplice they waited for, but smoother, huskier with a slight accent and a hint of mischief.

They finally cast a glance at him. Dusty blue hair covering his eyes of the same color. He had his hands behind his back, head tilted in a curious manner as he leaned towards the fence a little, the slightest bit of stubble growing from beneath his grinning mouth.

"What's a precious little treasure like you doing 'round these parts?" He asked.

Blinking, Y/n sighed and turned away from the stranger. "That's not quite your business, sailor. What are you doing so far from the harbour and in an empty pier?"

"Ah, so the heir recognizes me."

"And the sailor has heard of me."

Chuckling, the sailor turned his back towards the harbour, leaning backwards on the fence beside Y/n as he took a glance at their focused face.

"It's too lovely a sight up here to be spending it alone."

Y/n hummed, eyes taking a short glance at his direction before returning to the sea. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Aw, is it so bad to have a chat?"

"Not quite, but with one of Dark Enchantress' followers? Nonetheless her heir? It's a bit suspicious."

"The heir of Dark Enchantress being alone by the harbour in an empty pier is quite suspicious too, I'd say."

Y/n did not respond, and the sailor laughed.

He turned his gaze away from them, gaze on the wooden floor, and spoke. "The name's Blue Coral Cookie. And what may the heir's name be?"

Raising a brow, the heir turned towards him. "I thought you've heard of me?"

"Oh, I have. Everyone has. But, no one seems to actually know your name. They refer to you as Darkness' Heir, or something."

Scoffing, Y/n shook their head in disbelief, brushing back wind rustled hair. "Oh, how lovely. People fear me without actually knowing me."

"Are you saying you're not Darkness' Heir?"

Silent, Y/n thought of their response thoroughly.

And through that silence, Blue Coral glanced at them, at their narrowing eyes.

"Y/n Cookie. And...I'm not as 'evil' as my mother makes it seem. Or, not the heir she had wanted to make, honestly."

"So you're not evil?"

Y/n scoffed. "Excuse you, I'm plenty evil! Just not the way mother wants. And of course no one woupd believe me if I did say that."

Blue Coral stayed silent for a moment, before he hummed in thought. His eyes had never left the heir's narrowing ones. He tried to follow their train of thought, but their mind wandered farther than he ever had at sea.

"If it's any help, I'd say I believe you."

Their narrowed eyes turned to meet his hidden ones.

"Oh? And how so?"

With a tilt of his head, his bangs uncovered one dusty blue eye, and Blue Coral gave a small smile.

"There's a look in your eye," he said, as their gaze set on his. "Distant, but there. Like the setting horizon, where the sun meets the sea."

"Really now?" Y/n turned towards the horizon. "How poetic."

The sailor chuckled, smile growing once he saw the small grin that they failed to hide from him.

He turned around, copying their position. Crossed arms against the fence they leaned on, legs lightly bent beneath them.

"You look troubled, little treasure. Care to share stories with a companion?

"I met you a moment ago, sailor."

Giving out a hearty laugh, Blue Coral turned his gaze from the harbour towards the heir, whose eyes have never left the distant horizon. Oh, he noticed, that small smile never seemed to disappear too.

"Oh, come on. Is it still so bad to have a chat?"

"Not quite."

The two remained silent, but Blue Coral's eyes kept trained on the heir beside him, as their eyes drifted slightly lower from the horizon, and into the distant ocean.

"Do the waves remind you of something?" Blue Coral broke the silence.

Blinking once, twice, Y/n turned towards the male beside them.

His smile was gentler now, softer, reassuring perhaps, as his gaze never left them.

"Do they remind you?" He asked, breaking his stare only for a second to glance at the sea. "Do they remind you of something from a distant memory?"

"I don't know what you're..." Silenced by their own thoughts, Y/n turned back towards the sea. Towards the waves.

"Your eyes always seem so distant when you look at the ocean. Like when someone dreams of the past. But when you gaze at the horizon, when you see the setting sun, your eyes are...there."

"What do you mean?"

"Like you're looking for something within the ocean, like you're looking for the sun within it."

Y/n stayed silent for a moment.

"...Perhaps a peace?" They said, unsure of themself. "The ocean floor, where there is nothing to see me but the gentle gaze of the sun?"

"Look far too deep and it may not be there" Blue said. "Only a lingering darkness, and an eerie weight of the current."

Silence.

For just a moment.

Y/n sighed frustratedly, pulling at their hair. "No—this is so dumb. Why am I talking to a stranger? No, stop it, shut up Y/n—"

Before they could start pulling at their hair again, gentle, calloused hands grasped at their wrists, pulling their hands away.

Y/n glanced up at the sailor, his smile soft and eyes even softer.

"Maybe we don't have to be strangers," Blue Coral said with a smile. "You need a companion, little treasure. Someone other than the cookies of darkness. Perhaps a mere sailor in an empty pier?"

Pulling away, he prided himself in their darkening cheeks, even for just a little.

They shook their head, glancing to the side at the ocean, at the harbour, as they leaned backwards.

"You barely know me. I'll barely tell you anything more."

Blue Coral smiled, giving a hearty laugh. "Well, people have said I'm quite the deducer."

"Then you can probably deduce that it is your time to leave."

A new voice, familiar to Y/n's ears. Louder and harsher then Blue Coral's, with an evident irritated tone.

Glancing behind Blue Coral, Y/n could recognize the cloaked man whith a dagger glare trained on the sailor.

Blue Coral turned his head towards the male, but did not move an inch. He only smirked at the radiating jealousy in his stance.

"Oh, Licorice, there you are," greeted Y/n.

Pushing past the sailor, Licorice took a protective stand behind the heir, a hand discreetely holding their waist.

"Forgive me, little heir. Bat-Cat and Shwarzwälder kept me delayed for quite some time."

"It's alright. I had company."

Smirking wider, dusty blue eyes met irritated yellow from beneath his messy hair.

Before Licorice could retort at him, tell him to shoo or to leave them alone, Blue Coral spoke first, not giving him the satisfaction.

"Ah, well, I must be taking my leave, then. I have quite the expedition to look forward to."

Ignoring the necromancer, the sailor took a step forward towards Y/n and lightly bowed, grasping their hand and placing a gentle kiss upon their knuckles that lingered for a second.

He rose back up without letting go of their hand, only to take a discreet side glance at the fuming male beside them and the darkening heir's cheeks. He grinned, and gently let go of their hand.

"It was quite the pleasure meeting you, little treasure."

He gave a curt nod, before turning around and walking back into the harbour, raising his hand to give a lazy wave back at them.

"Can you BELIEVE him!?" Licorice pulled Y/n close to him, his hand never leaving their side. "The AUDACITY!"

"Licorice, calm down."

Busy rambling about the sailor, neither Licorice nor Y/n noticed the glance Blue Coral gave their way, a smile growing at his lips.

"Little treasure, huh? Has a nice right to it, doesn't it? Y/n, the little treasure."

He sighed ligthly to himself.

"That Licorice though..."

"Perhaps I have a little competition

—PATCHWRK!

[worstloki]

Part 1

--[official naming and legal rights ceremony for Morgan]--

Tony: you know what would be really funny? Pepper: Tony... Tony: THINK about it Pep- how can you say no to this once in a lifetime opportunity? Pepper: Rhodey and Steve. We already decided. Tony: ok fine. FINE! I'll just give up the chance for our daughter to have two literal powerhouses watching over her Pepper: one of them isn't even alive! Tony, signing the paperwork: he was the dodgy one anyways! Pepper: oh g*d tell me you didn't Tony: too late. our daughter's got 1 thunderer and 1 deceased trickster listed as her ~*godparents*~ and no punishment you come up with will ruin this moment for me Pepper: its fine, this is fine, it wont even be legally binding since you can't have two male godparents listed so its invalid anyways, haha this is fine, everything is fine,,, Tony: i actually heard from Thor that Loki could be female if they wanted... Pepper: ... Pepper: TONY!! -- [later] -- Rhodey: dude did you seriously put LOKI down as a legal guardian for your kid instead of me Tony: well I wanted Thor but he insisted that I put Loki down too... something about honouring Asgardian tradition...? Rhodey: tradition is fine but isn't he DEAD? Tony: sure Thor thought he was dead 5 years ago, then again 4 years ago, and then again 2 years ago... but if he was alive he would have already, statistically speaking, shown up by now Rhodey shaking his head fondly: okay i forgive you for replacing me with Thor and his deceased brother, but the next kid has my name on it. I've already called dibs with no takebacks, okay? Tony: one kid is already keeping me busy enough, honeybear... 

---[3 years later]---

Tony: And. I. Am. Iron Man... *snaps* Thanos' army: *disintegrates* Tony: *taking his last breathes* Pepper: you can rest now... Loki: *shoves Pepper aside and pulls the gauntlet off Tony* Pepper and Rhodey and Peter who were standing around tony: LOKI ?!? Dr Strange: no SToP you cant juST do THAT- Loki, taking out the time stone: why not Dr Strange: if you change anything now it'll ruin the timelines!!! Loki, reversing time on Tony and bringing him back to life: that's not how time works, Dr. Supreme Dr Strange: It’s Strange, and- Loki: Yes, I agree, it is strange that you decided to let Earth's best hero die when literally every infinity stone is rigHT HERE Dr Strange: but its wrong to misuse their pow- Loki: Then it’s a good thing I'm evil and don't care Dr Strange: buT- Loki: no need to worry, I'm only helping you heroes out this one time because apparently while I was stardust Tony chose to give me partial ownership over his child so now i am bound to care for it  Pepper, remembering that Loki is legally Morgan’s godparent: oh my g*d   Rhodey: well, I bet Tony didn't expect this Tony, speaking in his sleep: frickity frackity Loki, looking at Tony disapprovingly: I agree.  --[a week later]-- Tony: okay, so like, i don't want to seem ungrateful for you saving my life, but i only wrote your name down to get Thor - Loki, annoyed: Yes I figured as much Tony: -yes but if you've saved my life I was wondering exactly how bound you are to help and how far you're willing to go to watch over her Loki: does this have anything to do with the 18+ end-of-the-world-celebration party at the end of the week? Tony: maybe Loki: *stares at him* Tony: ...okay, yES… do you think you could make sure Morgan is alive and well and safe while I go? It’s clear you don't appreciate being forced to be her godparent so if you do it I'll even get your name off the legal documentation by the end of the week and you can leave after Loki: If you so much as try to remove my name when it is THOR that has been neglectful of his duty and has been ignoring the implications of having a child under their name then I will have no choice but to hit you over the head with stormbreaker Tony: oh. okay. no name removing then that's cool i guess just please don't smite me or i'll dob to thor that you're going to try touching his shiny axe and have are regressing on your journey to goodness  Loki, pulling stormbreaker out of his pocket dimension: I’m afraid you’re too late to warn him about the potential theft of his favourite beer opener. I will, however, watch Morgan over both days of the party, IF I also get put in charge of the spider child and Wakanda's princess Tony, doing his best to ignore the huge axe: how do you even know about them, weren't you snapped for the past 5 years?? Loki: I understand that they're not allowed to attend the party either and will not have any parents or guardians available to care for them at the time... Tony: you're not going to try any funny business right...? even if you wont hurt Morgan how do i know you wont lay a hand on the others?? I cant just trust you to watch over a bunch of kids no matter how much bruce and thor vouch for your sanity Loki: you can trust I wouldn't risk scarring Morgan like that if you don't trust i wouldn't intentionally attack a bunch of literal children Tony: hmm okay I guess I’ll just cross my fingers and hope you don't relapse into villainy  Loki: wonderful. inform the children that I will pick them up 2 hours before the time of the party. Tony: need me to get you a ride? Peter lives close but Shuri lives just a tad bit out of walking range Loki: no thanks I'll be fine

---[at the party]---

Pepper: YOU LEFT HIM ALONE TO CARE FOR MORGAN?! Tony: he’s been doing a fine job of it while we’re around, and besides, it’s not like I left her with him alone or anything! Pepper: No, of course not Tony, that would be too simple, no, you left LOKI in charge of not JUST our child but also Peter, and the PRINCESS of Wakanda too Pepper: do you have any idea how badly this could work out?! putting aside the political disaster that would occur if something happened to Shuri the ethical considerations alone make strangling you very tempting right now Rhodey: Pepper, Tony would never do anything to put Morgan or Peter or even Shuri in danger... he knows they're kids, right Tony? Tony: Peter can benchpress a mag-lev and Shuri can design one in 60 seconds flat. I’m not concerned because they'll be fine even if he does try to pull off anything even 2% evil! Pepper: *not impressed* Tony: some sort of Asgardian binding magic was involved so he literally cant try to inflict any harm on Morgan, and that includes emotional distress just for the record, believe me, i checked Rhodey: what do you mean 'i checked', what did you do man Tony: Morgan wanted ice pops the other day so i told her to ask Loki Pepper: TONY he's a WAR CRIMINAL Tony: so anyways Morgan went up to the ally we’re kindly hosting - who literally takes residence on whichever couch is closest to Morgan by the way and it’s super funny to watch him move between couches every time she leaves the room - and he's reading when she asks if he'll get an ice pop with her Tony: and I've tried talking to him when he's reading and it does NOT end well Pepper: and you sent MORGAN to do it anyways?? Tony: and he said no at first, which was predictable, right? but then Morgan got sad and a bit teary-eyed and she asked again and when he saw she was sad he literally jolted in pain and he put the book aside and got up so fast to immediately lead her to the freezer to get some  Rhodey: so, what? he physically cant say no to Morgan or some wacky voodoo thing compels him? Tony: That is the conclusion I have come to with my findings, yes. It seems he can’t intentionally do anything to hurt her in any way. So Morgan and her new friends are completely safe, sweetie. Pepper: I'm leaving to make sure she's doing okay... Tony: I also installed cameras just to make sure no one gets murdered without thorough evidence to convict him, if that helps? Pepper: If you can get the live feed to go to my phone I'll consider staying Tony: deal.

--meanwhile, in Tony's house--

[Peter Shuri Morgan and Loki are wrapped up in blankets and watching The Hobbit. Loki is doing some paperwork and Morgan is drinking orange juice while Peter and Shuri share some popcorn] Peter: so are we going to talk about how we're watching a movie with the person who attacked New York with an alien army a few years ago or not Shuri: he was not acting of his own volition so i thought we were excusing that Loki, looking up: you are literally the first person to have mentioned that Peter: but Mr. Stark said that-- Shuri: footage of the 2012 attack conclusively showed that his eye colour changed before and after he had been subdued the final time, which was a phenomenon associated only with being under the influence of the sceptre containing the mind stone  Peter: he does magic though! it could be a trick or the cameras could've been too grainy to tell Shuri: They weren't. But the changes in his behaviour and speech patterns also indicate that he was being controlled or at least coerced to some extent. He's also sitting next to us doing paperwork and watching Bilbo sneak around a dragon. Loki: Congratulations, you are officially the only person from this planet for whom I can confidently vouch is not a- *covers Morgan’s ears* -complete imbecile. Shuri: Thank you. Peter: well, she is a genius Shuri: Yes I am, in fact I'm a genius that has the approval of Loki, which is even better, because I'm assuming he'll have some neat ideas on how to make a fool of T'Challa in my lab on camera more often Loki: I may have some experience in the making-a-fool-out-of-my-brother department Shuri: wonderful! we can brainstorm after the movie :) Peter: I don't have a brother to prank :( Loki: I can fix that Peter: ...what Shuri: yeah, what?? Loki: oh I meant that if you wanted I could legally become your godparent and then you'd have Harley and Morgan as prankable siblings Peter: you know what? I'm actually considering it Shuri: how angry do you think T'challa would be if I made Loki an official Wakandan by saying he's my godfather because I think that would get a hilarious reaction out of him Loki, nodding: According to Asgardian tradition claiming a godchild forms an irrevocable bond and he would have to accept that his sister has someone who pulls off legendary pranks keeping her safe from any attempts at his retaliation Peter: that’s so cool and i'm definitely accepting your offer Shuri: and I'm joining in because i have a folder filled with evidence that Loki was mostly innocent of the New York attack but some videos of us together pulling off harmless pranks would make fine contributions to it Loki: wonderful! Loki, holding out documents and a pen: just sign here, there, and there, Peter: wait you've been sitting next to us filling out godchild adoption forms this whole time??? Loki: well actually I started out filling out the godparent-removal forms because Thor is an irresponsible buffoon and i refuse to share custody with him Peter: do you think i could get ~*Thor*~ to adopt me- Loki: Nopity nope. Too late. You've already signed the forms so you're stuck with me, and I refuse to share any of my friends with him Peter: aww you called us your friends Loki: you have no proof i said that Shuri, pointing to the camera in the corner of the room: but that hackable camera does >:) [peter jumps over the sofa and is going to retrieve the camera for shuri to get the blackmail material when he gets hit by a pillow. shuri says 'hey that was not nice' as she hits loki with her pillow. peter throws the pillow he has at loki. morgan yells 'PILLOW FIGHT!!' before joining in, and by the time they settle down again all of them have missed the ending of the film and have to rewatch the last 20 minutes before drifting off to sleep together on the floor in a patchwork of all their blankets]

---[later at the party]---

Tony: sorry pal, I'm a certified genius and even I don't know how she managed to carry around and slip Morgan’s papers to you when that dress has no pockets and her purse is barely large enough to fit a small-to-medium-sized wrench Rhodey: it was probably the same way she switched your drink for Thor's godchild renouncement forms when you weren't looking Tony, whispering: I think she has CEO paperwork powers Rhodey whispering back: you're only noticing now?

[pepper and tony get home the next day]

Pepper: i still cant believe you left Loki near the kids Tony: and i still cant believe you didn't know how to check the live feed and decided to ignore me the entire night instead of bothering to ask. clearly deep down you trusted my judgement and the decision to leave the kids in Loki's capable, mischiefy, slightly-insane but apparently reformed hands.

[yelling is heard from the living room and Tony and Pepper run in to find Loki Peter Shuri and Morgan sitting around wrapped in blankets and playing Mario Kart and exclaiming their thoughts very vocally. when they are noticed all the kids freeze and stare at Tony. Loki mumbles something about telling Tony he lost the bet since he did in fact manage to keep everyone alive and at that point even Pepper is staring (glaring) at Tony.]

Tony, realising the kids have bonded™: oh no. what have i done.

[shadowsinger11]

Inspiration

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Requested by anon: Could you do a Fred Weasley imagine where he falls in love with Harry’s younger sister. (Maybe a after the war where he lives)

Word Count: 3.3k (my hand slipped oops)

Genre: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, mutual pining etc.

Warnings: Slight innuendo, Fred being cute and hot simultaneously

Tags: @self-ship-love @susceptible-but-siriusexual @hufflexpuff @neovannii @jenniweasley @elf-punk @heart-of-tempered-steel @itseatyourdamnapples

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Masterlist

Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, England, July 16, 2000

It was a chilly Sunday evening. The summer air buzzed with excitement and the tender aroma of magnolia as tiny white and pink petals were gracefully falling from the huge cherry trees, carried by the light breeze. Twilight painted the horizon in liquid gold and fiery red, soon followed by mellow shades of dark blue that brought countless sparkling stars.

It was getting the slightest bit colder, but it did not matter; nothing else mattered but the loud cheers and cheerful music, celebrating the official bond between a Potter and a Weasley under the wide night sky.

You couldn't have been happier for your older brother, Harry, who was currently dancing with Ginny, his now wife - now and for the rest of his, hopefully, but not really likely, peaceful life. For the longest time you've been wondering how he'd always manage to get into trouble even as a small First year with no experience in the wizarding world whatsoever. Or, perhaps, that was the exact reason as to why evil-battling and rule-breaking were such common practices when hanging out with him.

However, there was no fighting that day. There was no room for worry and fear when the entire Weasley family and their loved ones were gathered on the clearing in front of the Burrow, chatting, laughing, dancing, singing, drinking, celebrating and living for what seemed to be the first time since Lord Voldemort's fall. Danger was practically nonexistent in that blissful moment which was frozen in time, once having looked agonizingly distant and impossible to hope for. But that dream was no longer just a foolish fantasy to heal wounded hearts. It was there, and it was happening in the most beautiful way imaginable.

And suddenly, all those clichés of a married life weren't even clichés. They were simply humble wishes of people who had witnessed far too many horrors in such a short period of time, and only craved stability among the massive chaos. So when you glanced at Ginny, a twirling blur of flaming red hair and a gorgeous wedding dress, you didn't feel the need to comment on how banal the color white was. You genuinely smiled, admiring the pure, exuberant joy, visible in her eyes and scarlet cheeks. Harry looked just as, if not even happier than his wife, dancing in the ridiculous but wholehearted way that only he could, and old memories of him winning the golden egg, training Dumbledore's Army and kissing Ginny in the common room for the very first time flooded into your mind.

It had truly been a long time since you had seen Harry careless and free like that.

You yourself had spent an ungodly amount of hours preparing the yard for the ceremony all day; rearranging chairs, decorating, making sure everything was going by schedule, only to then dance your tired feet off, and though you wanted to continue having fun with Hermione, Luna and the rest of the girls waiting for you, you really needed a break. And a drink.

Excusing yourself to leave the particularly interesting conversation you were having with distant Weasley relatives, you slipped off your black flats that, despite looking absolutely stunning, hurt your feet terribly after an entire day of fussing over the color of napkins and flower bouquets. Barefoot on the grass, you walked over to a chair next to a table which seemed to have been occupied, but judging by the mostly empty glasses and plates, the guests weren't coming back anytime soon.

You tossed your shoes aside with a sigh and rushed to rub your aching toes, hissing from how sore they were.

How has Ginny been dancing like that for hours?

"Enjoying the party, I see?" a familiar deep, slightly husky voice commented, causing you to look up.

It was none other than Fred Weasley, dear friend from childhood, staring down at you, his ever-present charming smirk resting on features and hands shoved into the pockets of his dragonskin suit. But it was his flaming red hair that made your eyes widen - it was carefully smoothed back, shining under the moonlight like liquid iron.

Fred's eyes still contained their famous, loveable mischief, except now slightly tamer and calmer. His firm biceps had visibly grown in size, stretching out the fabric of his coat just a bit to give you a prominent silhouette that caught you off guard.

It had been two years; he had changed so much.

And you were afraid to admit you had too.

You blinked in surprise, processing his uncharacteristically sophisticated appearance before realizing what he had asked you.

"Would've enjoyed it far more if my legs weren't killing me," you groaned half-heartedly and leaned back on your chair. "What's with your hair?"

"What's with your feet?"

"I asked you first," you cut him off. "I bet Ginny is responsible for this."

"Actually…" Fred trailed off, and, whether on purpose or not, ran a hand through the ginger locks to keep them in place, unaware of how you suddenly wished the hand doing the graceful motion wasn't his. "Mum insisted that I looked my best. What can I say, it's not like George and I usually listen to her, but we thought we'd make an exception this time; our sister doesn't get married every day. But honestly, Ginny couldn't care less about how we looked as long we showed up."

"So like usual, you mean?" you giggled. "Showing up is an achievement for you even if you're underdressed?"

Fred beamed, pearly white smile complementing his formal outfit. You wondered if he used that exact smile to effortlessly allure costumers and business partners at work.

He rested an elbow on the table as he leaned forward.

"Come on now, darling. I know you find my messy hair irresistible either way."

His cockiness only caused you to laugh, though Fred was quick to spot the flash of nervousness in your eyes; it brought him immense pride to know he was the one to turn you from confident to adorably bashful and flustered in the matter of seconds.

He was looking at you intensely, expectantly waiting for you to deny his flirty accusation despite your shyness.

"Nah, Weasley. It only reminds me that even at twenty-two you still do not know how to use a comb."

Fred's eyebrows shot straight up to his hairline, mouth agape. For the first time, he actually needed a second to form a reply.

"Didn't see that coming, I give you that. Courageous one, you are."

Your heart fluttered with joy and you openly grinned, shrugging in half-hearted humbleness.

"Perhaps I am."

Speaking to him felt unusually energizing, as though you had jumped headfirst into a chilly lake. It was unfamiliar and it set your nerves on fire, causing your stomach to twist and turn with sensations that left you dizzy, but unbelievably thrilled. And you wanted more of it, you wanted more of him.

"Fancy a drink?" Fred offered, already pouring champagne into a glass before handing it to you, and you keenly took it.

"Thanks, I've been thirsty with all the preparations I was doing."

"Is that why your legs are killing you?"

"Exactly, I've been running around all day, making sure everything was in order… you know, a lot of organizing and the like."

"It must hurt quite a bit then," Fred commented with a pained grimace. "But I absolutely get you, Georgie and I are just like that when it comes to the shop. It's a lot of accounting if I'm being honest, though I admit he's way better at it. We need to be completely precise; we can't allow any mistakes."

"Woah," you laughed. "Control freak much?"

He wettened his lips, never breaking eye contact.

"Perhaps I am."

You tilted your head to the side, gaze piercing into his in hopes of finding out what those gorgeous brown eyes were hiding. The tiny playful flames in them were eloquent.

Shifting slightly in your seat, you smoothed out your bridesmaid dress and raised your glass, the ghost of a smirk playing on your lips.

"Cheers to us control freaks then."

Fred mirrored your smug expression and your glasses met with a clink. The bubbly liquid tingled your throat, undoubtedly refreshing you and cooling you off. You glanced at the people dancing in the centre of the clearing and giggled - Ginny had apparently thrown away her white shoes long ago, bare feet stepping elegantly on the grass.

"You see, I'd like to chat a bit more with you, but I'm afraid it's a bit too loud here. What about we go to the pond across the field?" Fred suggested, pointing at the woods behind his back. You had visited them countless times when staying with Harry at the Burrow during holidays years ago; the tall trees and the glistening waters had never ceased to bring you comfort.

The noise started to become bothersome, and you felt it even more necessary to continue your conversation somewhere private, the unknown causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Fred's presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, or the sensation of anticipating a tidal wave to crash into you in less than a second. It was wild and the tiniest bit terrifying, but oh so tempting as it pulled you in.

"I'd love that, but… you know," you grinned and playfully swang your sore feet. "Can't really walk."

But this didn't at all seem like a problem to Fred Weasley who only shrugged and stood up, "You don't have to. I'll carry you."

"Merlin, no! Please, it's not necessary."

Fred frowned, but his confused expression was soon replaced by an amused one.

"You said it yourself that your feet hurt like hell. And even if carrying you around isn't necessary, it doesn't mean I don't want to."

You attempted to tame the butterflies.

"No, no! You seriously don't have to, I promise," you frantically protested as you held up your hands in front of you to reassure him, but he only gave you a weird look. "I can walk on my own. I'll be too heavy for you."

"There's only one way to find out."

Fred walked over to you and leaned down, one hand sneaking around your waist and the other slipping under your knees. You shrieked in terror, arms flying to clutch at his shoulders, and heat rose to your cheeks from the abrupt contact. Your chests were pressed together, and you were afraid he'd be able to feel your racing heart. His skin was warmer than you had thought, and it successfully fought off the night summer chill.

"Are we going?" Fred whispered down at you, lips so close to yours that you recognized the nuance of champagne in his breath, mixing unbelievably well with the scent of cinnamon and sandalwood of his cologne.

Not only is he sinfully attractive, but he smells heavenly too?

"Yes," you breathed and let Fred effortlessly walk across the meadow with you in his arms. They brought this new, odd, yet familiar sense of security, and you allowed your head to rest against his chest, nervous gaze wandering off into the distance in hopes of not meeting his. Nevertheless, curiosity eventually took the best of you, and your eyes would occasionally flicker to his, which were now completely black under the night sky. They could swallow you whole, you swore.

Minutes later, you found yourselves in the company of old, enormous willows which surrounded the pond you so vividly remembered from your teenage years. You thanked Fred as he carefully let you down, and took a few steps forward to look around and drench in the misty moonlight that enveloped the area. The waters were crystal clear and completely still, reflecting the moon and its majestic silver glow. The bushes had grown significantly over the time you were away, and you fondly looked back at the moments when you would pick up colorful wildflowers in the summer before your fourth year.

"Shall we sit?" Fred asked quietly from right behind your shoulder, and you followed him with a nod. You found a comfortable spot on the fresh grass to sit, a few feet away from where the water met the soil and moved back and forth ever so slightly.

"It's more beautiful than I remember," you noted, lips curled up in a barely visible smile. Fred hummed in agreement.

"That's why I always make sure to come here every chance I get when I return. But, unfortunately, that's very rare in my case."

For a moment, there was only the chirping of crickets and the soft bubbling of water.

Fred turned to you.

"Remember when mum used to call for us to de-gnome the garden and we'd hide here? We could stay in the bushes for hours before we eventually came back," he recalled, seeming deep in thought. It was an extraordinary sight; for once the playful spark in his eyes was more mellow, there was no cockiness seeping into the way he was holding himself. He was just Fred, the man who was currently thinking with so much adoration and love about his childhood, the most significant memories of it being marked by you.

You wondered, given you ever had the chance to spend with Fred as much time as your older brother did, if the charismatic prankster would have fallen for you like you had done. You wondered, given the chance you had let Fred get to know you better all those summers ago, if his heart would have belonged to you by now just like yours did to him.

Had you possibly missed your chance?

"Oh, I do," you sighed, the tension in your chest vanishing as warm nostalgia crept in like an old friend. "I also remember when I got this really bad nightmare that night. I was so terrified that you took me on a ride with your broom in the middle of the night to cheer me up."

"That's true! My parents don't know about it to this day," he replied smugly. "I can still hear you screaming like a lunatic."

You jokingly smacked his arm, "I was twelve!"

Fred's grin grew wider.

"Excuses…"

This only caused you to stare at him in disbelief and cross your arms, managing your most serious expression, but Fred was aware you were on the verge of failing to keep your stern facade. He squinted his eyes as a teasing attempt to provoke you, smile threatening to split his face in two.

"Alright then, that's enough about me," you announced, and Fred nodded in mock agreement as he studied your playful pretence. "If you're so much better than me, Mr Darcy, what else do you do aside from stealing ladies away?"

"Stealing their hearts," he said confidently, flashing you a seductive smirk, reserved only for special girls back in your Hogwarts days. You giggled, finding his antic utterly ridiculous, but you hated to admit that it still turned your blood into liquid fire. Fred apparently saw right through you, because when your eyes landed on his, they appeared completely dark once again, but, you suspected, for a reason other than the lack of light.

Your throat went dry, and you found it hard to swallow down the lump that cut your breath short.

He ran a hand through his ginger hair as he began to explain, "I'm kidding, you know. But to answer your question, George and I have been working on this potion that should be able to change the color of the eyes and hair. Fun for those who enjoy experimenting with their appearance, but it can also be useful to the Ministry. They're actually going to send a team of a couple of aurors to visit us next month so we can update them on our progress and negotiate the details."

"Wow! That's certainly exciting!"

"Is it? I mean, it probably is, but I've been having second thoughts lately if I'm being honest." He scratched the back of his neck, and you realised you had only witnessed him being anxious when it came to his greatest passion. "I'm afraid we might not be done on time, there's still plenty left to improve."

You put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and said, "I'm sure you'll figure it all out eventually. Keep working as you normally do, try not to stress too much over the deadline, and even if things go wrong at some point, don't go too hard on yourself. It wouldn't take away any progress you've made so far."

Fred's body relaxed just a bit and he looked down at you. He couldn't deny the sense of serenity that he felt only when he was with you. Even as a careless young boy, he was able to pinpoint the way his midriff would clench every time you'd laugh at his jokes or ask him to play with you, without knowing what it all meant.

But now, as a grown man, he had a word to describe the bittersweet fire within.

"You know what?" He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "I could really benefit from having someone like you around to give me motivation."

"Motivation, huh?" you raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. Fred sneaked a hand around your waist and pulled you closer.

"Yes, motivation."

"Motivation for what?"

"Marketing strategies, work projects…" he shrugged nonchalantly, "...among other things."

You quickly caught on, suddenly becoming way too self-aware of the way you were practically cuddled into Fred's side, hand resting on his shoulder while his were wrapped around your waist. But his shining confidence seemed to rub off on you, because you asked.

"What's with you offering me a job all of a sudden?"

His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth as he took his sweet time devouring you with his darkened gaze. You didn't know whether you wanted to hide from it, or expose yourself even further to the way it burned its way straight to your core.

"Well…" Fred dragged out in his low, hoarse voice, and caressed your cheek with his thumb before slipping it under your chin to guide it towards his face. You could nearly taste the remaining flavour of champagne on his lips. "I've certainly been feeling…"

Fred went quiet as he got lost in the way you fit so perfectly in his arms; you had always meant to be there, he realised. His mouth crashed into yours, hands tightly gripping your waist, and you let out a gasp. Fred's lips were soft, although slightly chapped, and they moved gently but firmly against yours, turning you into their slave. Your palms naturally slid up his chest and he closed any remaining distance between your bodies by placing you to straddle his lap. The kiss was a dance of pushing forward and pulling back, two lovers having finally found their rhythm after years of living in fearful desire. You were positively drunk on his taste, on him, and you wished to never become sober.

When your need for air overcame the one for physical contact, you pulled away. Your chests were heaving with rapid, shallow breaths, hearts beating in synch like they had always done. You let a finger tenderly trace his cheekbone down to his jawline, then it came back up to draw different affectionate patterns on his face.

"What were you saying?" you asked, clearly out of breath. "How were you feeling?"

He fondly took your hand that was caressing his skin, and lifted it up to press feather-light kisses on your knuckles. His lips retraced their path until they reached the tips of your fingers, and he kissed those with the gentlest of touch.

You heart ached pleasurably from the way he was handling you with such care, much more than you ever believed he was capable of.

After minutes of worshipping you by the moonlit lake, Fred looked back at you as though you were his entire world. And replied with a smile.

"Inspired."

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If you're feeling up to writing a bit of Mikey, could I please request him being an asshat to everyone and being told off by his S/O after he asks Jack if he wants to earn a dollar?

(You know the part where he says to ask Arthur about the stick up his butt?)

He's such a dickhead and I find myself telling the screen off when he does it! 😂

OR

His S/O giving him a slap and a bollocking after he kicks Cain, then they fuss over Cain and force Micah to make friends with him.

I dunno, it's up to you 😂 You could write any scenario you want, I'll still love it 😘😘

i am always up to writing for a bit of mikey (that nickname is so cute) but ngl i had no idea how to write this or put this together. I watched the clips again so i could get it accurate but i changed it bc i didn't know if u wanted a happy ending or not but i hope i delivered <33 also u asked for either and i gave u both :)

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Clemens Point was a strange place with even stranger people. After leaving valentine in a hurry it seems the entire gang was on edge and ready to blow like a stick of dynamite. It seems having to act like upstanding heartfelt citizens to the Grays and the Braithwaites has meant everyone is that aggravated and pent up.

On more than one occasion you’d seen Sadie lose it when Pearson got to pushy with chores and it seems Abigail and John couldn’t stand to have a normal conversation for five minutes before one of them broke. It wasn’t much better with Dutch and Hosea who were constantly disagreeing on the right moves for the gang, although they were much more civil about it.

You did your best to keep out of everyone’s way, to avoid the confrontation but knowing your luck you’d end up getting involved one way or another.

You were returning to camp one sweltering hot afternoon with Sadie after you finished collecting the gang’s weekly stock from the general store. You were only half listening to the hustle around the camp as you were too busy listening to Sadie tell you all about Pearson’s dear aunt Cathy. You stepped off the wagon and headed to the back to start unloading some of the supplies when the sound of Micah’s voice could be heard talking to Jack.

“How’d ya like to earn a dollar?”

His voice with thick with malice as he hunched over the wooden table. In Micah’s hands was a silver nickel that he fiddled with between his fingers, much like you’d seen of him do with his knife. Your eyes found Jack who was almost reluctant to get anywhere near the man who you knew scared him. However, being the innocent child that he was his eyes lit up at the sight of something shiny.

“A dollar? Sure.”

You carried the heavy bag of potatoes over to Pearson’s wagon as you went back for another round of supplies but you kept the boy in the corner of your eye.

“Well…go on up to old Arthur Morgan, ask him about the pole he’s got stuck up his ass and I’ll give ya a dollar.”

Micah’s face lit up in a smirk, his accent thick and his typical evil giggle falling from his mouth. He sat back on the chair, satisfied at the mischief he’s caused.

Before you could get anywhere Jack had run off to where Arthur was sitting in his tent, reading over a letter. You placed another round of ammunition into Strauss’ wagon, dropping it hastily and running as you saw Arthur walk right up to Micah with a murderous look in his eye.

“I’ll give you a dollar if you shut your—“

Arthur didn’t get to finish his insult before you stepped in front of him with a soft hand on his shoulder. You gave him a soft smile and a nod, quietly saying to your dear friend that you’d handle this.

With that you turned with your own look of anger directed to Micah. Everyone knew you loved him but they also knew you didn’t hesitate to call him out and get him to behave when you had to.

“Micah leave the damn boy alone!”

He scoffed like he wasn’t offended you didn’t defend him and instead chose to call him out. Micah’s hands came up in his signal of fake defeat as he slowly backed away from his place at the table, acting as if he was nothing more than the innocent bystander and not the one who nearly ended up on the ground with a broken nose for starting it.

You watched as Micah lingered around the edge of the camp, his eyes trained to yours as he lit a cigarette but you ignored him. Instead you walked over to Jack, smiling softly and taking his hand to lead him to the river’s edge.

“Common, why don’t we go see if we can find any beautiful rock on the sand, hmm? I’m sure your mother would love such a beautiful gift.”

-

Of course, it wasn’t more than a few days later when you ran into trouble again with Micah. You’d spent your time ignoring him mostly, instead choosing to go hunting with Charles and Arthur, practice your throwing knives with Javier and help teach Jack to read. You knew how badly it pissed Micah off to do things without him but he needed to understand that there was a way to treat people, especially with people you considered family.

You rolled up your sleeves, using your forearm to wipe the sweat from your forehead as you picked up the knife and started cutting carrots and potatoes for tonights stew.

“Are you a good boy? Yes you are! The best boy”

Your head came up to notice bill sitting against the log by the campfire, scratching under Cain’s chin and giving the energetic dog pats along the back. You couldn’t help but smile at the new addition to the gang and how happy it made you to see Bill less stressed. It seemed that having Cain made everyone feel more caring and loving.

All except Micah.

“You’re the fool that feed’s him Marion. He ain’t nothing more than a filthy mongrel and an extra mouth to feed.”

Micah had stood from his place on the opposite side of the campfire to antagonise Bill. A frustrated noise leaves you as you slam the knife down on the wooden bench, ready to storm over there and chew Micah’s ear off. You take a step forward only for Miss Grimshaw, who was working next to you, to grab your arm and stop you before you get any further.

“There is a time and a place dear, don’t make it worse.”

Of course you knew Susan was just trying to keep another argument from happening but you push past her when you see Micah inching towards Cain who had left his spot at Bill’s feet to hide by a wagon. In a split second decision you pick the knife you’re cooking with and use it like a throwing knife to get his attention. The knife swings through the air, not getting near anyone, it wasn’t like you actually wanted to stab Micah no matter how badly he could get on your nerves and watched as it got wedged into the tree behind him.

Micah’s head shot up, his foot moving away from Cain and stared dumbfounded and shocked, unused to seeing you so skilfully throw a knife but your practices paid off. You walked right into his personal space, taping your finger against his chest.

“Don’t. You. Dare”

Micah’s first response was to try and sweet-talk his way out of it like he always does but you were in no mood to deal with his slyness.

“Dare to do what sweetheart? Common now… weren’t gonna do nothin—“

Your hand came to give Micah a crisp slap across the cheek, apart of you was shocked that you’d even do such a thing but the other half of you was furious.

“Don’t underestimate for a minute that I won’t dump you right now and throw you out of camp Micah. I’m not some stranger you can sweet-talk when you get in trouble. I swear, if I see you go anywhere near Cain the knife isn’t going to hit the tree next time.”

Micah’s eyebrows shoot up in shock as you lecture him in front of almost the entire gang. Even Dutch put his book down when he heard your slap. He was lost for words, truely, having now other thought as he watched you walk away back to preparing tonights stew. He didn’t move from his place until he heard you whistle for Cain to sit by your feet, where he went and meandered off into the forest to give you space. All he knew was that he must have fucked up bad if you threatened to leave him.

-

A few hours later you’d managed to calm down, watching the sunset after Ms Grimshaw gave you the rest of the night off to relax at how pent up you were. Now sitting here you couldn’t help but feel like you may have over reacted but Micah had pushed your buttons one too many times and if Micah was going to listen to anyone it would be you. You let out a soft but hearty sigh as the tension and stress from your shoulders left with your breath. Your body relaxed against the tree and you watched the sun gently dip below the horizon.

It was well and truely dark before you heard the rustling of grass and the thud of someone sitting next to you. You thought it may have been Arthur coming to check on you but that thought died when arms wrapped around your waist and you felt Micah rest his chin on your shoulder, his stringy hair tickling your face at the gentle breeze.

“…M’ sorry…”

A very quiet and forced apology was pulled from Micah as he cuddled into you, mumbling it into your shoulder at the pain of actually having to apologise.

“Sorry won’t cut it Micah. You have to stop treating people that I care about— people that are family better.”

Micah sighs, the defeated, tired one that shows he’s willing to listen because no matter how badly he stirs up trouble, the thought of losing you is enough to have him turn his mind around.

“I know…gonna make it up to ya I promise.”

A soft and very cautious kiss is placed on your shoulder with Micah knowing he’s still not forgiven by you yet.

“You’re damn well gonna make it up to me. Firstly you’re apologising to Jack first thing tomorrow and secondly you need to pull your weight for this gang— and no I’m not talking about robbing another coach. To start you can sit on guard duty with me and you can wash my clothes.”

“I’ll just buy you new clothes”

You give Micah a death glare as you tilt your head to look at him. Instantly his teasing smirk leaves and his arms come to wrap tighter around your body, resting his hands on your stomach and intertwining your fingers.

“Alright, alright… guard duty ain’t so bad.”

You sit together for a while in a comfortable silence. All the energy from today had left you and you no longer had it in you to keep arguing. You’d hold Micah to his promise to do better but for now you leant back into his embrace and rested your head against his.

“Can I at least sleep in the tent tonight?”

You smiled softly as you hummed in contemplation just to tease him. Micah hadn’t come to sleep in your shared tent since the day he messed with Jack and both of you had missed each other despite the frustration and anger you had.

“Hmm, we’ll see.”

Micah thinks you’ve said no, panicking internally but is stopped when you turn your head and place a soft kiss to his cheek over the mark from where you’d slapped him not so long ago. It wasn’t the kiss that he wanted but he still needed to make it up to you before you gave him what he wanted.

You reached a soft hand up behind you, cradling his head and rubbing your thumb over his sore cheek.

“Is your cheek okay?”

Micah let out a gravelly noise, deep from his chest as he leaned into your hand.

“Ain’t gotta worry sweetheart, I’ve survived much worse”

You don’t get to reply when a tentative and cautious Cain makes his way over to the two of you. You pat your leg and he curls up beside you with his head resting on your leg and his tail thumbing, relaxed and happy.

Micah on the other hand was not relaxed or happy as he tensed up and moved away from the dog and you. If it wasn’t for your hand holding the back of his head he probably would’ve jumped away.

“Micah Cain isn’t going to hurt you, he just wants attention like you. See? No need to be afraid.”

To prove your point you reach a hand out and gently brush over his short, grey fur, watching as he perks up.

“I ain’t afraid!”

You would’ve believed him if you didn’t catch the waver in his voice but you knew. You knew after seeing him be spooked by the animal more than once around camp.

The hand that was still intertwined with his gently guided his hand pat Cain, letting him slowly get comfortable to him.

It took some time but finally Micah had gotten used to Cain enough to realise he was clearly not a threat. At some point Cain had moved over to Micah’s side, resting beside him as the night became later.

A yawn left you and you slowly sank into Micah’s embrace, your eyelids falling shut as you dozed, clearly exhausted.

Holding Micah to his promise was a job for tomorrow, but for now you let yourself fall asleep in his arms, the tent be damned.

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sooooo..... imagine having to social isolate/quarantine away from loki so you're just seeing eachother through glass windows or something?? and like once you do see eachother you have to tell him to keep his distance and he would be so grumpy

a quick fluffy quarantine piece cause i have to start practicing writing faster…

i’ll be answering the asks in my inbox soon, i’m sorry, i’m not ignoring you! 

warnings: covid-19 mentions? but not really, just quarantine. mischief and kisses.

“You’re just gonna sit there? Really?”

Loki nods, one firm jerk of his head. “You better believe it.”

Heaving a sigh, you lob a book at his chest and it goes right through him. On the futon to your left, another Loki appears, arms still crossed tight over his chest, brow furrowed, slumped into the widest manspread you’ve ever seen. 

That’s the fourth Loki in the room, now. One on the couch, one on the counter next to the fridge, one perched atop the stack of books that started this whole ordeal. This one makes four, all scowling at you.

“I’m not changing my mind,” you tell him, ignoring each one of him as you bustle about, picking up papers and righting the throw pillows on the couch. 

“You are impossibly stubborn,” he replies. 

“Thank you.”

“You’d make a lovely queen,” the third Loki says, “but let’s not dwell on that right now.”

“Particularly evil, too,” another adds. “You know I love that dress.”

Of course you do, but he’d been being such a pain with this whole “reduced touching,” social distancing thing that you couldn’t help but hit him where it hurts. 

Quarantine hit your newlywed household hard, dumping the two of you out of the honeymoon phase and directly into learning how the other operates when left entirely to their own devices. 

Loki, it turns out, reads. And writes. And draws. And, around evening time, must cook or bake something or else he’ll be miserable. 

Oh, and the last thing: he moves from one thing to the next so quickly, he forgets to pick any of it up when he finishes, leaving the most intellectually chaotic mess atop every surface in the house. 

Stacks of books have taken up residence as your new nightstands, coffee tables, and catch-alls, and most of them have a plate with half a scone sitting on their covers, or a coffee cup with one last sip at the bottom, or a cup of tea gone two days cold and leaving a beige ring on his copy of Skáldskaparmál. 

You’d had enough. Granted, you weren’t doing the greatest with the quarantine yourself, but the both of you can’t be messy in this new home. One is enough.

“Well,” you huff, and walk right through the Loki in the doorway to the kitchen, “enjoy the view. That’s all you’re getting.”

His pout reaches a new level of pathetic.

It’s one of both of your favorite dresses, the kind of dress that gives you the motivational kick you need to walk with your head held high, the kind that makes you feel unstoppable, like you can accomplish anything in the world.

So when you woke up today, decided today would be the day you tackle the house, you knew you needed to pull out the dress. Plus it would be some good leverage with the pouty prince…

“You’re being unreasonable,” the pouty prince announces. You give him a hearty scoff, eyebrows lifting as you start dismantling one of the book towers by the end of the couch.

“Am I, now?”

“Yes. I’m a god, I can’t get sick.” One of the Lokis hops off the counter and trails after you. “I am the furthest from being at risk of this virus, I think we’re safe enough to kiss—”

“How do we know that?”

“I’m literally a god. Ask Thor, he’ll tell you.”

You almost turn around and kiss him just to shut him up, but catch yourself just in time, resolving to purse your lips at him instead. “That’s not what I mean. I know you’re a god or whatever. I just don’t want to take the chance of either of us getting sick anyways.”

“That,” he says, and the clone steps towards you, “is a risk I’m willing to take.”

He takes your face in his hands, his weirdly warm, seidr-made hands, and leans in to kiss you deeply. You let him, eyes rolling with a sigh and eyebrow quirked as the foggy apparatus of your husband tries to kiss you with the same fervor as if it were really him.

It’s close, definitely close—but it’s still just slightly off. Too warm, too tingly against your lips; he leaves behind a bit of a buzz, and not necessarily the pleasant kind. More along the lines of electricity, an electric shock and static in the air.

“Good enough.” You pat the clone’s cheek and your hand goes through him again, fingertips right through his frown. “Satisfied?”

“Satisfaction is not in my nature,” the real Loki replies, his frown deeper as he stares at the two of you. “Though we do make an attractive couple, I have to admit.”

“Damn right,” you grin, tossing him a wink before turning back to the book stack. There’s a Loki in every direction, watching you, pouting, all desperate to touch you and the original one is chewing his lip.

That can’t be good.

“All of you pick a stack,” you order, waving a hand at the library that exploded in your living room. “You can’t all just stand here and gawk. You’ve got to sort these out, Lokes, it’s getting out of hand.”

The four of them do as you say, grumbling the whole way and throwing you dirty looks. The real Loki plops himself on the floor in front of one of the bookshelves and starts rifling through an array of papers, occasionally crumpling one into a ball and tossing it at you.

And a few seconds later, another one boinks you on the head. 

Then another.

“Loki!”

“Hm?”

“Stop it.” You give him your most threatening glare, adding another book to the midgardian must-read pile. “Stop thinking about it, you’ll get used to this.”

“I don’t want to get used to this,” he replies with a huff and rips a piece of paper in two. “I miss you.”

“It’s been barely four days.”

He closes his eyes with a sigh and flops back onto the floor, throwing a dramatic arm over his face. “That’s already far too long.”

“It’s for our own good! Just until we’ve flattened the curve, okay?”

His elbow lifts and one eye cracks open; with a sly smile like that, you know what he’s thinking before he’s even said it.

“Darling, none of the curves I’m interested in have any business being flattened.”

You spin and lunge at him. 

He shrieks, but your reaching hands go right through him and instead of landing on him like you’d hoped, you faceplant on the floor, no Loki in sight.

Besides the other three laughing at you from behind, of course. 

“I hate you,” you mutter, picking yourself back up and tossing a paper ball at the Loki leaning by the tv. He catches it, and you make a mental note that that’s the real one. “Face me yourself, coward.”

“Oh, those are fighting words,” all three of him grin. 

Fighting, huh?

“Fighting” with Loki takes a different kind of intellect. You can’t just hide his stuff or fill his hairdryer with baby powder, petty pranks don’t work on him. You have to hit him were it hurts. And be three steps ahead.

Lucky for you, there’s three Lokis conveniently in the room.

“I need you,” you start slowly, working your way towards the Loki on the left.

The duplicate swallows hard, watching you sidle up closer to him than you have been in the past four days. You can feel the other two Lokis burning gazes on the back of your head, especially when you run your hand up the faded, glowing god’s warm chest.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, leaning into you, “I need you, too.”

“I need you,” you tell him again, your voice dropping to a low purr, “to go clean up the mess you left on my desk.”

A moment of hesitation crosses the clone’s face—then he mutters a “yes, ma’am” and trudges off to the office.

“What’s your play here, love?” Loki asks, raising an eyebrow at you. 

You just give him a sickly sweet smile—one that sends his heart pounding, much to his dismay—and sashay your way to the other clone, the one on the right, sitting on the sofa. “Getting you to cooperate.”

This clone grabs you by the waist and pulls you into his lap before you can get handsy with him, but you don’t mind. It’s too easy—you can literally make Loki jealous of himself. 

“And what should I have you do?”

“Anything,” the Loki answers earnestly. 

“I’m wondering if we should remodel completely,” you muse, stroking a hand through his hair. “That wall could go. Then we can make that entire wall a built in bookshelf. What do you think, sweetheart?”

“Wonderful idea. I love it.” He nods a bit too enthusiastically. “And I think the kitchen needs new cupboards and countertops, everything’s too dark and closed off in here. I prefer open concept, don’t you?”

“Ooh, you’re a sweet one.” Glancing up at the fuming Loki you left by the tv, you give him another grin. “You get a kiss, for that. Can I keep you?”

Real Loki narrows his eyes and bares his teeth, bringing a laugh from your throat as you take Loki’s face in your hands and press your lips to his, ready for the familiar shock and warm buzz of his seidr on your skin. 

Instead, he’s solid. Very, very solid. And a little cold, impossibly soft, and his hands don’t have that mystical warmth of a clone when they run down the curve of your back, pulling you closer into him as he kisses you as well as he possibly can.

Wait. 

“Loki…”

“Mm,” he replies, and a hand slips behind your neck to keep you in place. 

“You little shit—”

He just kisses you harder, muffling his laughter with your lips and pulling you flush against him. 

The Loki by the tv fades into nothing with a wave of his hand.

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[aidendh]

Persona! RAU! Yusuke Wang (P1)

(Revamp)

Abigail Harris → RAU! Fox! Aiden/Adrien → RAU! Yusuke Wang

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He isn't the nicest person especially with how blunt he is and how he has trouble reading the room

His shadow would often have personality shifts

Cackleing/laughter

He wouldn't connect with the name Yusuke Kitagawa

He ran away at the early age of 7 after seeing the bad signs of Madarame

He has an identity problem

He doesn't connect Madarame and his 'father' as the same person until just before his awakening

--

"You're just as bad a Gabriel. ...No, he actually did it to save someone."

"It's about time you were triggered. It is time to cause some mischief Kit. Remember, you are a Hero of Illusion, act like it!" -Inari

-

(Bloodied hands over face)

"Oh how I've missed this Inari..."

*Kukukuku* (Mask forms)

"It's time to take your Akumas!"- Wang

Mask: Cannon but orange instead of red

His persona is a Fox Yokai called Inari

He specializes in illusion/wind attacks

His weapon is a Reed Flute / Assault Rifle

--

He has a laugh like Nagito DGR or a fox

In Shujin he is bairly scraping by on his tuition, and their are many rumors about him

He is polite yet still rude to the teachers

He is one the the 'delinquents', but doesn't like missing class and is doing academically well

He is in Ryuji's class but they have hardly talked

-

His shadow is very unhinged and it shows in his awakening

His shadow is a mementos mission after dealing with the Madarame pupil stalker

His shadow doesn't believe that they need a change of heart but will suggest Madarame

"And when you do, We. Want. In." -Shadow Wang

His shadow uses we/ours pronouns

His code words are, Kitsune/Aiden Wang, Mementos

If they found him through Kitsune, then Joker will say that they need to know who he is so his reality self can help

"We're a lot closer than you think"

Says ↑ as his form glitches to have the shujin uniform

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Yusuke's cognition in Madarame's palace is a discarded art peace that's tagged with an 'evil' imitation of 'Kitsune's' work

Aiden doesn't know he's Yusuke until he Awakens

He really likes his yellow gloves

Jerk, Eccentric, Chaotic

Has some fox tendencies,

Hissing

Screams when he falls in love

Possessive

Grooming with his surliber/hands

His hair is longer and light brown with splotches of blue

(Badly dyed / ran out)

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His shadow moves like an illusion

He steals Joker's mask for fun

Treasure: Fox Tail Necklace → 1¥ Store Yellow Domino Mask

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As the Street Artist 'Kitsune', the reason the police haven't caught him is because they never look up

(When running from them, he skillfully evades them onto the rooftops and changes up there)

He doesn't know his birthday but would like to celebrate it

He doesn't have a phone, but after joining the Phantom Thieves, Akira gives him a flip phone from Iwai's

He is given Madarame's treasure, and though he can't bear to part with it, let's akira keep it as he has no place for it

...he is homeless...

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His Confidant is still the Emperor Arcana

Revolves around thieving skills

Proficiency/Guts

You need high Guts to progress his Confidant road block

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He finds the Team a Hideout/Hangout

It gradually turns into his 'home'

He doesn't see the problem in stealing

He has a duffle bag with his Street artist stuff and a change of clothes

{Continued in part 2}

Aiden Wang

-

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An Incarnate that lives on the streets

He has extreme Claustrophobia

Confidant: Emperor

--

Aiden Wang

(Shujin Uniform)

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A disliked student that is Ryuji's classmate

Only his grades keep him from being expelled

Confidant: Emperor

--

Aiden Wang

(Gift Outfit)

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An Incarnate that lives in the Hideout

Was gifted clothing by his friends

Confidant: Emperor

--

Kitsune

(Street Artist)

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A Wanted Street Artist that tags all around Shibuya

Is in kahoots with the Phantom Thieves

Signature: Grinning fox head

--

Kitsune

(Persona)

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A Trickster with a love for Mischief

Persona: Inari (Fox Yokai)

Affinity: Illusion / Wind

Weakness: Psy

--

[moonflower-31]

Nightmares - Gabriel x Reader

No warnings, just keep in mind that I have not seen season 13 yet, so this is just my interpretation of Loki.

And also know, that this is based off the Norse Myths.

Characters: Gabriel and Loki, Dean and Sam (mentioned)

You couldn't sleep for the life of you. You tossed and you turned, you moaned and you groaned, but you couldn't get to sleep. The previous hunt had messed you up. The creature had decided that killing small children was it's favorite pass time. It was a shifter. It shifted into the children's parents before they would go and kill the poor kid. It just didn't sit right with you. Not to mention Gabriel had disappeared soon after they had finished the hunt, not leaving you any sort of explanation or mental note that he often sent you. That was the perk of having a pervy, mind reading archangel as a boyfriend.

To top it all off, your head was pounding, and you couldn't find relief in any of the painkillers or the semi-cold pillow you tried to cool your head off with.

You had curled up in your bed with Gabriel's red shirt on your frame, trying to focus on something other than your pounding skull and your sudden inability to sleep.

You climbed out of bed and yawned, stretching your limbs as you wandered to the nearest bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help.

You climbed out of Gabriel's shirt for a moment and then began running the water, deciding last minute to turn the shower into a hot bath.

You couldn't help but worry about the archangel. He never usually played pranks on you. And when he did, it was never about making you think he had gotten hurt. Which at the current moment, wasn't far off from where your head was at.

You shook your head and stepped into the bathtub, sinking down into the water and closing your eyes. No sounds. No distractions. Just you, alone with your thoughts. How dangerous.

For being a hunter, the last hunt messed you up more than it should have. But who could blame you? Demons had possessed your parents and had tried to kill you, so the hunt had struck a nerve within you. Gabriel was the only one who knew about your past. Other than the Winchesters, obviously. They were the ones who exorcise your possessed parents, and offered you to come on the road with them when they ended up not surviving the exorcism. It had been the best decision of your life.

Gabriel met you soon after, being in hiding, of course. He was the janitor at Crawford Hall, and you had instantly felt something off about him. That he couldn't just be a trickster. Sam and Dean hadn't listened to you. Turns out, you had been right.

Gabriel had taken a liking to you from the very beginning. He liked flirting with you, making you blush, annoying the Winchesters with how obnoxious it often got.

At first, you didn't know how to react, and got flustered really easily. But over time, whenever the trickster and archangel was around, you grew to expect it. And a crush began forming around the flirting and the banter that began between you two.

A smile formed on your lips as you recalled how you had met the archangel, and how he had attached himself to you and your life ever since. Even when you took a small road trip away from the brothers when you had found out you still had family, Gabriel had managed to tag along.

The warm water gently moved over your bare body, slowly lulling you to a long awaited sleep.

When you opened your eyes inside your dream, everything was dark. The trees, the sky, even the sun. It was like someone had turned the contrast up on the world.

You wandered around the dreamscape, seeing nothing lifelike. The trees were barren, and the grass was pale. A harsh wind bustled by your ear and sent a roaring sound pounding through your head. Then the sound started to turn from incoherent roaring to... speech.

It sounded like someone crying for help. Someone familiar. But you couldn't figure out who.

So what do you do? You turn around, and walk towards the voice, despite the roaring wind that still persisted and hollered as it passed you.

As you grow nearer, the voice grows louder, and you can almost tell who it is. Its on the tip of your tongue, you could feel it. And then it hits you. Its Gabriel.

You take a few more steps forward before the scene in front of you changes, and you can suddenly see Gabriel.

Gabriel is being held up against a tall rock, being held there by ropes that were... of unidentifiable origins. His arms and legs were bound, and a snake was hoisted above him, venom dripping from it's fangs down towards his face.

Gabriel let out cries of pain as someone stands in front of him, staring him down. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but you knew by Gabriel's reaction, it wasn't good.

You immediately called out Gabriel's name, but he couldn't hear you. You raced forward and tried to rip the ropes off, but they wouldn't budge.

You cried oug in frustration, striking the rock in anger. You rushed to Gabriel's side, and found a bowl on the ground. It was then that you were able to see and hear the other figure, making you freeze when you saw him.

"So you want to be me? Huh? Wanna be in hiding? Well then you gotta take all the perks along with it. You look the part. Now you get all the punishments too." The man sneered, smirking as he stared at Gabriel.

The man looked exactly like Gabriel. All the way to the eyes and the hair. Yet he wore something more Scandinavian than what Gabriel wore. And his pupils were much more slender. It all suddenly hit you. This was Loki. The actual god of mischief that Gabriel had impersonated for his 'Witness Protection'.

Had this actually happened? Had Gabriel dealt with Loki's infamous punishment for killing Baldur?

Your heart ached at the possibility. You looked back up at Gabriel, watching as the venom dripped down and burned his eyes, making him cry out in pain. You immediately picked up the bowl and climb up to the top of the rock, holding the bowl over Gabriel's face, catching the falling venom, even for a second.

"I hope you enjoy all the perks, Feathers. You deserve 'em." Loki sneered, and then looked up. "Huh, maybe you are meant to copy me. You even got yourself a whore to collect the venom for you." Loki jabbed, winking at you. You almost lost your balance, seeing Gabriel below you finally staring up at you with a sad look in his now dull and reforming eyes.

You tried to speak, but nothing came out. Loki stepped forward and gripped your chin, making you squirm. Gabriel let out a growl from below you, making Loki smirk. He said nothing, and merely pressed a meaningless kiss to your lips, and forced your lips against his. It felt wrong. It was nothing like how Gabriel kissed you, despite his lips being the same as Gabriel's. It was lacking in love completely.

Then, suddenly, the bowl in which you had been collecting the venom in, was forcefully tipped over, covering Gabriel in the venom, making you cry out his name, praying over and over that he was okay. Gabriel had immediately let out a loud cry of agony, his limbs and body tensing in pain. Loki laughed maniacally at your terror, and suddenly all of your senses shifted, and you quickly sat up in the bath, having finally woken up from your terrible nightmare.

You skook terribly as you climbed out of the bathtub, draining the now lukewarm water. You wrapped a towel around you and grabbed Gabriel's shirt, carrying it off to your room.

You immediately dropped the towel once your door was closed, and pulled Gabriel's shirt over your head, wrapping your arms around yourself as you whispered a silent prayer to the archangel, just wishing for him to respond. For you to know he was okay and not with some evil, demonic demigod.

Soon a flutter of wings entered your peripheral of audio, and you immediately turned around and hugged the now present archangel.

"Woah! Sugar, I didn't expect a hug from you, especially this early in the morning." He joked, his arms wrapping around you.

You sniffled and pressed your face in the crook of his neck, fighting off the incoming tears.

Gabriel frowned, and began ro rub your back. "Hey... what happened Sugarplum?" He asks, wanting desperately to find out what made you cry, and smite it out of existence.

You sniffled again, and tightened a grip onto his shirt and jacket, not letting go of him. "I...I had a nightmare about you. I had to make sure you were okay..." you admitted through your quivering voice.

Gabriel sighed, squeezing you tighter against him. He kissed the top of your head, and just held you. He lifted you into his arms and carried you to bed, laying you down on the mattress before he climbed in beside you.

"Sugar...whatever it was, its not real. I promise. Im right here, aren't I?" Gabriel asked. You nodded, looking up at your boyfriend, staring into his whiskey colored eyes. He smiled in response. "Then you have no reason to fret. Cause Doctor Sexy is here to make it all better." He teases, booping your nose.

You let out a soft giggle, scrunching up your nose at the contact. Gabriel smiled at you, and looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow as he saw his shirt on you.

"Is that... my shirt?" He asks, laughing a bit at the tail end. You blushed a bit and wrapped your arms around yourself, pouting a bit.

"So what if it is?" You protested. Gabriel let out another laugh at that. His arms tightened around you, kissing your forehead again.

"All the more proof that you're mine." He says, smirking slyly as he held you close. You leaned your head against his chest, humming softly as you heard the soft thumping of his vessel's heart.

"I promise... I'll always be here Sugar. Even when I'm not." He assures, pressing his hand against the side of your head to encourage you to lay against him.

You smiled softly to yourself, and then closed your eyes again. This time, you knew the nightmares would come, but you'd have your archangel there to chase them away.

[thescarhead]

Chapter 4: Ah, Trophies

On the following afternoon, the first years finally had the chance they were waiting for. Their first true flying lesson with brooms. Although it wasn't said that they didn't learn about the use of flying and other student that had experience before had weren't excited, but as interesting as the class was; Harry managed to get into trouble within the first thirty minutes of class and is now expecting to be expelled as he walks behind Professor McGonagall with his head down in shame.

Professor McGonagall stopped at the door to Professor Quirrell's classroom, knocked and opened the door.

"Professor Quirrell, can I borrow Wood for a moment." Professor McGonagall said to which only had lead to Professor Quirrell fainting after a quick 'eep'.

"Yes Professor? Is everything alright," a fifth-year Gryffindor said as he came into the hallway.

"Harry Potter this is Oliver Wood. Wood, I found you a seeker."

"We'll finally be able to beat the Slytherin's winning streak," Oliver said looking at Harry in awe.

"I'll finally get Black's grin off of him every time his Slytherins win." Professor McGonagall said looking excited in thought.

"As long as we keep Harry away from Professor Black practices then we'll have a secret ace up are sleeves," Oliver said as he started already thinking of a plan to win.

"So I'm not going to be expelled Professor?" Harry asked looking at Professor McGonagall with pleading eyes.

"Not today Mister Potter." Professor McGonagall said with smile, "Your father would be proud."

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Word got around quick.

Ron in the other hand was just trying to wrap his head around the idea that it actually happened, "But that's impossible; first years never make the team! You must be the youngest quidditch player-"

"In the century, according to Professor McGonagall," Harry said as he took in the notice of even more curious stare in his direction then normal.

"Hey Harry, Wood just told us." Fred said as George and him came up to Harry and Ron.

"Ruff game Quidditch."

"Brutal."

"But no ones died in years."

"Although they do vanish occasionally."

"But they turn up in a month or two." The twins said as they headed off to class getting ready to cause mischief as they pulled out a piece of old parchment but were already far away from Harry's eyes.

"I don't know Ron, what if I mess up, what if I'm no good?" Harry said not

"You wont miss up, it's in your blood." Hermione said coming up to them and taking them to the direction of the trophy room.

——

"Bloody hell, hey check this out Harry, your father won the Quidditch cup as captain twice for Gryffindor!" Ron said as he looked at the Quidditch cup with amazement as Harry came to see.

1975 Gryffindor:James Potter:Chaser

1976 Gryffindor:James Potter:Chaser

Harry couldn't help but smile; this was probably as close as Harry ever got to his father and probably ever will; he took notice of another name as well, that appeared three times just under his fathers.

1977 Slytherin:Regulus Black:Seeker

1978 Slytherin:Regulus Black:Seeker

1979 Slytherin:Regulus Black:Seeker

"Professor Black was a Slytherin? But his actually nice!" Ron exclaimed as he took notice of the name.

"Don't be ridiculous; just because a person is in Slytherin does not mean your destined for evil; I'm sure they put wizards in houses based on attitude and abilities," Hermione said taking look at old pictures.

"Oh really, well then Ms. Know-It-All, why does it happen that all dark wizards are from Slytherin. I can't even name a single evil wizard from another house."

"Well if it isn't Potter; it's surprising you weren't expelled but to think, they would even put you in the Quidditch team. Wait till my father here's about this," Malfoy said will a sneer as his goons came just behind.

"I prove my point."

"What do you want Malfoy," Harry said

"Oh nothing, just looking at the great Harry Potter that seems to be able to get away with anything. Bet you can't even do anything on your own."

"Like there isn't anything Harry couldn't beat you in." Ron said which seemed to be the answer Draco was looking for.

"Then it settled, we hold a duel here, tonight at two, who ever doesn't show up will immediately lose," Draco said looking smug.

"Your on."

—-

"Your going to get us in trouble," Hermione said as she followed Harry and Ron as Neville trailed along, not wanting to be left alone.

"Well it your so worried, just go back to the dorms instead of following us," Ron said which only proceeded to make Hermione redden with anger.

"We really should go back, we'll lose house points," Neville said as he quivered by each little sound.

"Or worse." Hermione stated as they got to the trophy room.

"Ha, that wimp isn't even here yet. Probably to scared to show." Ron said with a triumphant look on his face while Hermione took the time to look at the metals that caught her attention.

"Harry? Your mother's maiden name was Evans rights?," Hermione said as she looked at the Medal of Magical Merit with the name Lily Evans.

"I'm not sure, I was never really told much about my parents but I suppose. Never really knew my mother maiden name through," Harry said as he came over and saw a picture close to the medal of a pretty women with red hair.

"Please don't be sad Harry, I'm sure they're happy to know your safe. They would be happy to know you're a good person," Neville said as he noticed Harry sadden expression. "Oh look, Professor Black won a medal too!"

"Oh bloody hell! That's it's," Ron said as he started to look though the trophies.

"Ron, what are you doing?," Neville said looking at Ron who seem to be rummaging through old trophies.

"Prefect for two years, first place in the schools national dueling championship in 74, 75 & 79, Potions Championship in 74; okay, I'm impressed," Ron said looking at his Professors achievement, though it's strange; someone of his abilities shouldn't just be a teacher, although he was technically forced.

They heard a sudden movement and a soon meow that came with it.

"Oh no, it's Filch's cat!," Hermione said as she quickly hid to which the boys soon followed suite.

They hid behind the older trophies and looked at the head boy list of records to see two familiar name once more.

1978 Gryffindor:James Potter

1979 Slytherin:Regulus Black

"Bloody Hell, is there anything he can't do?!? He's even worse then Percy!" Ron cried out which had Harry and Hermione cover his mouth with a shush.

"Come on, this way," Harry said as they hid behind the suits of armor, careful not to make a sound.

To with Peeves the poltergeist, took notice of them and started to make a ruckus near there hiding place catching the attention of others patrolling the school.

"Run!" Neville said as he went off in a sprint to a corridor as the others followed till they make there way to a door.

"It won't open, it's locked." Ron said trying to open the door.

"Oh move over," Hermione said pushing Ron out of the way.

"Alohomora," Hermione said pointing her wand to the door as it unlocked letting the kid get inside.

"Alohomora?" Ron questioned to Hermione once they closed the door.

"Standard Book of Spells, chapter seven." She replied bluntly, but by now the children took notice at the room at hand, or more like, the paw in the room that was accompanied by a very large black dog who now took notice of them and pretty sound; they scream.

They quickly got out of the room, holding back the door to stop the creature from getting through shutting it back tight as the dog continued to beat on it.

"Mister Potter, Mister Weasley. Mister Longbottom and Miss Granger too! Why are you four out this late!"

Extra

•I imagine Professor Quirrell pretending to be even more fearful because not only does he have Severus to worry about but Regulus too.

•Regulus offers in helping the Quidditch player in all the houses which only makes that games more intense, of course Wood doesn't want to let any of the Gryffindor team go because the 'enemies' will see.

• Whatever house wins the Quidditch cup Regulus wears the team color the next day; the other teachers go along with it to and McGonagall in upset because she hasn't had the chance to wear read in years.

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

I woke up again and there was someone pulling at by me like tug of war. Over my body. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom away from the situation. But I was In So much pain.

The pulling helped but ... Like there's no solution.

Snoop helped me many years ago about 6 or 7 to get on the right medication to stabilize my heart and to get me all better and healthier with the help of pills.

He is the only one that did. I wrote about him but used his personal name "Calvin"

Because he was my personal friend. My personal guidance counselor.

He was with me every minute of the day "you need to take a pill about right now I see that pain about to be kicking up"

"You think you can get a different medication not like weed but a pill because this one ain't working"

He was truly my doctor. So i respected him and his privacy and just called him Calvin.

So marrying on his date of choice... "But why snoop?"

I'll give you two reasons. One he was my doctor that got me to the actual local doctor that could prescribe.

Two the whole fold out was over the world wide drug addictions y'all have. Y'all all know you're doing less recreational drugs during rehab with your family and friends in your house -- i mean Quarentine. Wow that secret came out quick out my mouth.

79% less "street" drug use worldwide.

To celebrate 4.20.2020 is an appropriate date..

The 20.20.20.20 goes on and in indefinite.

Y'all know Snoop smoke for a reason and he drink and he take Tums. Like no mother effer know.

Here's our momma helping yall find it. Follow her face she point right down to it.

Same ole game. The Distraction Method.

They went to have sex and her I am all now look and focus on these here Tums. I ain't even wanting to share the post but it's a good PSA for all. So i will.

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A post shared by snoopdogg (@snoopdogg) on Mar 17, 2020 at 4:56pm PDT

Best Friens. We always got each other's back.

And we got yours. We got safer and healthier and funner FDA approved street drugs.

We will honor old time commitment of old fashioned door to door street sales. Face to face.

Of the Human entitlement. That is something our bodies can and will do without provoking dangerous pain... Just stiffness at times y'all forget to stretch and use them muscles but getting up and walking next door for door to door sales will stretch them body parts right up correct.

I had to get on a "new" prescription today. Hopefully my doctor honors it. I asked for an emergency prescription and I'll talk to her about my other, toppamax in a few weeks.

But Snoops was the one that said I needed something for Fibromyalgia. And encouraged and helped and watched me to ensure I was okay.

He is the one that prayed and worried when the muscle relaxers were too strong and i couldn't swallow. And i could died. Because of Flexeril. Because I been on it too long and it was approved for two weeks max. So i got on a completely different medication for it. And it worked for every day long term yearly use.

So he believes in the world's herbs and medicine. Chamomile. Ginger. Rose Hips. Echinacea.

So four twenty will go on.

I always and he did felt like 420 honors the Earth and its medicine. Not just getting high. But the spirit of Mother Nature.

So marrying on 420 symbolizes that Mother Nature will Continue on. Humans are marrying not just their soulmates and/or Just accepting them as they are.

They are committing themselves to our Planet and it's health and wealth

Hence y'all Quarentine.

Y'all going inside and fighting back this illegal alien caused diseases. Although we committed to changing it and wanting it to spread. Y'all fight the sole reason of its existence. Illegal aliens trying to take control by damaging our precious and beloved planet that we belong to.

Not everyone is getting married. Only y'all on Ships and those in Compton on a specialized piece of magic made equipment approved by Mother Nature.

The ships y'all are on run by paddles 110% guaranteed not to harm sea or wild life. I have committed to Mother Nature and all she loves when building those ships. And to yours and our safety and sanity aboard.

These ships cause no pollution and are sanitized by lights that recharge by laying on ships docks when they run out of energy.

Jesse Number 2 helped me design a way to capture UV rays that are harmless. Not radio active. And perfect to sanitize. What makes laundry clean and crisp in the sun. What we used to long ago to sanitize and clean all our instruments BEFORE aliens came with microwaves. Light form the Sun. So Jesse Number 2. I'll tell you right now. He is Einstein.

So his getting in trouble and kicked outta school. It ain't gonna end. In fact i used that theory he was a bad boy. I left it in him. I didnt correct him. I let that evil sniffer inside him. Because I knew one day that mischief could be used to my benefits. He is so loving and his desire to reach others to teach and be a Nigger is so strong he can't handle it. And his hate for aliens. So deep he had to experiment a way to dispose of them all without the use of magic so it's automatic done.

His wish is granted. Einstein I thank you for Your mischief. Your complete soul level on your own not including your soulmate or any others you drag along with you (kids like me) is -141812711219102.

For your development in Science.

Social level is about 3.

My science level is a little less than yours. Setting about 12 shelves down.

Snoop Science level is -4120191218451687431.

But he's inactive. Thus he is a fortune of information. And has a Science Tree named after him -- which means it captures his personality -- his spirit. And he hides behind the Tree of Einstein adding in deluxe phrases and at times mischief.

The difference is that Snoop knows the words to express what Einstein does. While Einstein only has the heart. So things go wrong at times when it has a delicate balance such as plutonium bombs.

Unfortunately they were stolen from Einstein.

So in the science Scale Eisenstein is lower because of his inability to speak and only feel.

He is autistic mute. Which is why he got kicked out of school. Be aware of the different children you have in the world and how gifted they are. Learning the story of Beethoven will change your entire world and understanding of disabilities.

Einstein cannot perform if must speak.

Snoop doesn't wanna get his hands dirty but he can explain a performance

So the rest of the time with Einstein will be posted and you'll see the truth behind the bombings that closed the NHRA.

I didn't want my babies working. I didn't want them having the stress of competition with each other. I just wanted them to stop for a little while and clear their heads of all that traffic going to their minds.

And let them do what they needed most. War. To finish this fight against human trafficking.

Its not over. Quarantine is for your safety So no one is stolen or bought. We can keep track of you easier.

This is why we meme The Corona.

Because there's a serious SERIOUS real reason we are stopping people from being in the streets.

No one can drug and kidnap you If every one is hyper aware of getting sick

A BIG TIME KIDNAPPER NATHANIEL RELEASED THE KILLER VIRUS INTO CHINA. 175709 EXPERT E. WAS THE DISEASE NAME. THE SOLE. THE #1 ISSUE IS THE CONCRETE FOUNDATION OF EVERYTHING HAPPENING.

This is why we chose not to eradicate the virus. We could yall know. That's why it's in meme.

Jazmine didn't know she followed her heart and voted to change. Her vote was the deciding vote. It was split down the middle. From her spine her backbone for her soul she shouts "Thank y'all for listening to your hearts, too!!!" My kids were scared. Sometimes panic stricken. But they kept going because they knew in their hearts it had to be done. Jazmine says "i didn't know how strong I could be. We've never poisoned so many people!!! But mom and North Korea made it fun and saw how necessary it was. Thank you Kim Young Jon!"

"Kim Young Jon really lighted our hearts to allow us to continue our mission by making jokes about constipation and such So we really just tried to give it to those folks that are evil with constipation!! And it worked! And we feel much better because we had help from the leader of North Korea, Kim Young John" adds Chastity. The quiet one no one knows about. Because she's Chaste. Celibate. Celebration. The girl behind the power of Purity and Joy. "No one knows but I do like my job. Like a lot!"

She admits its been hard and i found All the girls on TV last night so dad will edit in How you can find tree filmed life for them

I will say you will see my kids telling their dad they will date and/or marry them. Its not a daddy complex or sugar daddy thing. It was to keep illegal aliens from taking over his body and also trying to marry him. Keeping him safe and pure for me. So understand that and you can see the films proper. They are tricks. To prove love and devotion to their parent's marriage. They go on "dates" but it's little 3 year old toddlers going out with their Father. It is pure. Just realize the plot lines.... Its sneaky mystery. He knows they are his kids and they know he is their dad. Its simple. Its s conglomerate camouflage to protect themselves, me and dear old dad. Its a real beauty and treasure to see.

And now due to the Ocean Wide Marriage of Mother Nature using her soulmates as power. Never do those occurrences have to happen again.

Now I can say "it's daddy date time lets get you all ready" I can get all my girls dressed and ready and go out with my sons. Then we switch. "Its mommy date time" and the girls get all ready.

Because we are keeping it feminine and old fashion where the girls are taken out for a romantic evening and the parents teach the children proper etiquette and dating procedures.

So the movies he posts are a prelude to our future fun. Although they were seriously and honestly protecting his life.

So although our children are and will be married we will still intervene and remind them to change things up a bit. Come out with us on 2 trial runs check your comfort, expand your mind. Then go out single and have fun.

My mom all my mom's have had agoraphobia. So i get it too, sometimes. So this helps me. So when he wants to take me out someplace unfamiliar to me, new and strange. I am more relaxed. And I enjoy it more. Because I've gone with 2 groups to basically go check the place out for its saftiness and quality.

So, im happier knowing he's picked a good safe place for me to enjoy.

But agoraphobia aside. It is simply beautiful.

Its a Mary Poppins trait. Take the kids. See if it is kid approved then take the whole family to impress the damming father of their knowledge of the restaurant

Its a rich NYC establishment of Socialite traits.

Its absolutely historical. And missing on this Earth.

Our Steam ships will provide times for those "dates" for everyone aboard.

Its great for large families. I have 16 daughters. In groups of 8 we have a nice large meal and great table outing where we can talk and laugh and enjoy each other

Our plans are 2 girl dates and 4 boy dates per week then 1 large dinner table for all.

We have 18 boys.

So two groups of girls of 8 each.

2 groups of boys 9 each.

That's 4 nights of switching with mom and dad.

2 nights of single dates and/or brother sister switch dates which pushes a week into 2 week time frame for specialties.

Every 6 weeks.

Then dinner dates with entire family.

So trees arrange every thing the tables and set up so we can relax, all plans are premwde and preset and predictable. Based on patterns of behavior.

Like I know a 2 week one is a mystery adventure so it's got practical jokes and such to be tricky thus the dinners also have 6 family dinners.

Its spooky scary so kids scream, "I want my mommy!!"

So we all feel good and right as a family it's a live show and humans do it with magic so,then,we also take our turn to do them at their dinner and we dine earlier to make plans.

So the plans aren't laid out. We have bets and guesses what one will do we made long long ago. So we make money that way.

Because we are wealthy. But also for the "lower classes of finances" the mystery solving does earn money. Including Some for wild and fun completely wrong theories will earn a grand prize if it is a solid and GOOD foundation i can build on. There's tons of prizes and fun.

Every 6 weeks. Because the best schools have 6 weeks intercourses then a grade.

So ours is 6 weeks of yall being you then us performing a show and fucking your minds and lives all up for 2 weeks

So when you get home and kids do go to school it is 6 weeks of school. 3 weeks off 2 of which include vacation of international travel.

Which means you go to NYC visit Little Italy. Or you go to San Antonio and visit the Alamo. Go to Alaska and find a Russian Muesuems. Or you simply stay home and go to Muesuems of the past i have created.

International travel does include watching movies of REAL LIFE which will be labeled correctly or if incorrectly a prize for labeling correct like Snoop ssys in this video.

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Note y'all all will have enough money to go over seas but sometimes your family will come visit you. Or you just need rest or wanna explore your own territory.

So history is considered international travel. So you can look at your own home tree made movies.

Then you earn a prize. A souvenir.

So you watch you and you be all dam man i love this lamp i keep seeing. -- i for real bought this lamp and it was so filled with love all i wanna do is wrap,my arms around it.,Idk,why but i miss it and I want it back so bad. I'd take it on vacation i love that big ass lamp. -- so if i see it and i can label every single person correctly in that movie. Then i get the lamp.

So say you know something was destroyed. Broke to high Hell. Dumped in the garbage lit on fire.

Momma gonna get it for you. Out of 8 tons of trash on top of it. And I gonna fix it how you loved it. You had a sticker on the bottom of your eye rolling phone? It will be there. Just the way you had It.

It don't matter what happened to it. I'll magic find it. Fix and you'll get it. All magic. All you gotta do is love that object with your whole being.

Mary Poppins. I won't even know. But momma gonna get it.

Now, ole George had something you wanted... Fine old diamond ring and watch set you always slipped an eye to.

Daddy gonna buy you one Just like it. Father Christmas aka Christopher Columbus promised it Will get built. All your favorites.

Now we say we gonna do it. But we asked the true magic God could we please??.

In 2008 he said in 2020 y'all waited enough.

So we take that credit from nursery rhymes because we are the messengers m

If my father is The One True God

And he created just this planet just for me to keep me safe and it was invaded.

Then I would be Jesus a girl. And i have found out i can not forgive. So welcome to Corona.