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aleskie · 2 months ago

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GOT MY HEAD IN THE CLOUDS, COUNTING ALL MY STARS | Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: As the two of you get closer, Lando begins to realize that the more he cares, the more afraid he becomes—of losing you, of not being enough, of being truly seen.

HELL & BACK MASTERLIST PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER WARNINGS: None. A lil swearing. There's a kiss.

It takes him an almost embarrassingly short amount of time—one day, to be exact—to ask you when you’re free to hang out.

He texts you the very next noon, still a little dizzy from last night’s alcohol, from the high of the race, from the adrenaline of you. He stares at his phone for longer than he’d ever admit before finally typing out a message. Nothing too eager, nothing too desperate. Just casual. Cool.

Or at least, that’s what he tells himself.

‘Are you busy?’ You write back first, catching him off guard.

He replies instantly. No.

And then, his phone starts ringing.

He stares at the screen for a second longer than he should, blinking at your name, before he scrambles to answer. “Hello?” His voice is almost hesitant, like the moment is too delicate, too tangible, and could shatter if he breathes wrong.

“Hey!” Your voice is bright, chipper—like the sun, like something warm and inviting. He can practically hear the smile in it, and for some reason, that does something to him. “So?”

“So…what?” He winces the second it leaves his mouth. He thinks he sounds dumb. Stupid. God, it’s a miracle he got your number in the first place.

You laugh, and it’s light, teasing, but not unkind. “Why don’t you tell me when you’re free, and I’ll adjust to that?”

His heart does this weird little thing in his chest.

You’re interested. You want to see him. And instead of playing games, instead of making him chase in circles, you’re just…saying it. Straightforward, simple, easy.

He exhales, smiling to himself before answering. “How about now?”

“Now?”

“I mean, if you’re not busy, of course,” he adds quickly, suddenly feeling like he might be pushing his luck.

You chuckle, and the sound is enough to make his shoulders relax. “Well, I do have a pretty long lunch break.” There’s a playful lilt to your voice, like you’re enjoying this just as much as he is. “Pick me up from work?”

He lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding, relief and excitement crashing into him all at once.

“Send me the address,” he says, already grabbing his keys, already moving like this is something he’s been waiting for.

Maybe it is.

“I'll be there before you know it.”

He takes you to this quaint little restaurant he frequents. A small, family-run spot tucked away from the tourist traps and prying cameras, the kind of place that feels like a secret. He likes it here. It’s quiet, warm, normal. A pocket of peace in a world that rarely slows down for him.

The moment you step inside, the scent of fresh herbs and slow-cooked sauces fills the air, mingling with the soft hum of music—some indie-folk track playing low in the background. The interior is simple but welcoming, all whites and beiges with rustic wooden accents.

“Welcome back, boy!” A gruff but familiar voice calls out.

Franc, the owner and head chef, grins when he spots Lando, wiping his hands on his apron as he approaches. “Brought someone special, eh?”

Lando clears his throat, suddenly aware of the heat creeping up his neck.

Franc shifts his attention to you, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. “He’s usually by himself, you know. Always eating alone. So if he’s brought you here, you must be a very nice lady.” He chuckles before waving you both off. “Go on, pick a seat. Menus are on the table—just call out when you’re ready.”

You laugh, offering a polite thank you, and Lando’s relieved you don’t make a big deal out of it.

Not that Franc is wrong.

He knows you are special. He knows he wants you in his life, in some way, somehow. But it’s too early to say that out loud. Too early to let you see just how insane his world can be. Too early to know if you’d even want to stay.

But God, he wants to let you in.

He does.

He just doesn’t know if you’ll like what you’ll see.

Lando pulls out your chair—he went to a fancy prep school, he has sisters, all that definitely drilled some manners into him—and waits until you’re settled before sitting down himself.

He already knows what he’s getting—his usual, the one Franc always starts making the moment he walks in—but he watches as you pore over the menu like it holds the answers to the universe. Your brows knit together, your teeth lightly tugging at your lip, and he finds it almost ridiculous how adorable you look, analyzing the options with a level of focus even he reserves only for race day.

You glance up, catching him watching, and raise a brow. “I take my food very seriously.”

Shit. Did he say that out loud?

His hand instinctively goes to the back of his neck, rubbing the warmth spreading there. “I just…you’re beautiful.”

You laugh, soft and sweet, and something in his chest eases.

“I’m glad you think so.”

And maybe—just maybe—he catches the faintest hint of a blush dusting your cheeks. He grins to himself, already knowing this is a moment he’ll replay in his head later.

Lunch is easy, he realizes. Comfortable.

Like something he could get used to, something that’s been waiting for him his whole life.

You opt for today’s special—some kind of soup and filleted fish covered in herbs. It looks nice, probably tastes even better to the right kind of person.

But he fucking hates seafood.

Still, he figures he’d deal with it.

For you, he’ll deal with anything.

Franc, ever the little shit, swings by your table with the tray in hand, that usual knowing smirk tugging at his mouth. “You fine with her getting fish, Lando?”

You blink, confused. “What’s wrong with fish?”

Before he can come up with something half-decent, anything to salvage the moment and avoid looking like an idiot in front of you, Franc beats him to it. “The lad’s a picky eater. Stays away from seafood.”

You glance at Lando, a laugh threatening at the corner of your mouth.

“For you, it wouldn’t be an issue though, right boy?” Franc grins, teasing.

Lando chuckles, trying to play it off. “No, it’s not. Order whatever you want. I hear their fish is pretty good.”

“Damn right. Best thing on the menu,” Franc calls as he walks off.

So that’s what you get.

And when the plate arrives—crusty bread still warm from the oven, soft fish that flakes apart with the slightest touch, sauce rich and deep like it’s been simmering all afternoon—it’s basically perfection. He watches you take your first bite, eyes fluttering shut, a pleased hum escaping as you do a little shoulder wiggle that might just kill him.

Lando swears his heart skips a beat.

“This is amazing,” you say, eyes shining. “How have I never been here before?”

He shrugs, twirling pasta around his fork like it’s nothing. “Well, now you have.”

Conversation flows between bites, easy and unhurried. The kind of talking that feels like slipping into your favorite hoodie—familiar, comforting. You share stories you don’t usually tell. Little things that matter more than they should. Memories that shaped you, moments that left bruises, and the quiet parts of you that most people never get to see.

“We live right by the sea,” you say, placing your utensils neatly together, your plate scraped clean.

“Yes?” he asks, tilting his head, already sensing where this is going.

You grin, a soft laugh escaping. “We live right by the sea and you hate fish.”

He scoffs, all mock indignation. “I just think they’re gross and creepy—”

“And you don’t like how they taste because the texture is weird,” you finish for him, clearly amused.

“Exactly,” he says, pointing at you like you’ve cracked some great mystery.

You laugh again, the sound light and unfiltered, and he can’t help but smile as he tells you about the dumb bet he lost to Max—Fewtrell, not Verstappen, which, as he points out, is a very important distinction. They’d both throw a fit if you mixed them up.

Then you ask about the places he escapes to when it all gets too loud, and he tells you. About hidden pockets of peace, about early mornings when no one else is around. He tells you how, even now, even after everything, he still gets nervous before every race. Every single time. Like clockwork.

And you don’t just listen—you listen. You lean in, elbow on the table, chin resting on your hand, eyes never leaving his. You ask thoughtful questions, not out of politeness but out of genuine curiosity. You make him feel seen in a way that’s rare. In a way that’s true.

Somewhere between shared laughter and the last bites of dessert—something sweet and warm and a little too rich—he feels it.

He doesn’t want lunch to end.

But eventually, it does.

The drive back to your office is quieter, but not in a bad way. It's the kind of silence that sits comfortably between two people, unbothered by the lack of words. Music hums low through the speakers, barely noticeable over the soft sounds of the city outside. Lando steals glances at you at every red light—your fingers absently toying with your bracelet, your lips pressed together like you're caught in thought, somewhere halfway between content and reflective.

He doesn’t quite pout when he pulls up to your building—but it’s close. His hands rest on the wheel, fingers tapping a slow rhythm like they’re stalling for time. He shifts the car into park but doesn’t move to unlock the doors just yet.

“So,” he says, casual but hopeful, eyes still on the windshield, “Was that a one-time thing, or do I get to steal you away again?”

You glance at him, a small smile tugging at your lips, head tilted just slightly like you’re deciding how playful to be. “If the next place is as nice as this one, you can take me anytime.”

“Really now?” he asks, grinning despite himself.

“Anytime, Lando.”

He lets out a quiet, breathy laugh, shaking his head like he can’t quite believe his luck. “Anytime, then.”

You don’t lean in for a hug or a kiss, don’t try to turn the moment into something it’s not. You just give him one last look, soft and steady, like it means something more than it says. “I’ll see you around?”

He nods, heart thudding just a little faster. “Yeah. You will.”

As he watches you disappear through the front doors of your building, he finds himself gripping the steering wheel a little tighter, already counting down the seconds until you two meet again.

“Lunch was great, by the way,” you tell him over the phone, voice warm, a little sleepy at the edges. “Am I wrong to assume you’d want to do it again?”

He knows you can’t see him, but he swears you must hear the smile in his voice, the way it curls at the edges of his words, gives him away completely. Like someone just handed him something fragile and precious, and he’s still not over the fact that he gets to hold it.

You’d called a little after your shift ended, your voice lighting up his screen just as he was getting home. He answered without even thinking, and somehow, neither of you ever hung up. The conversation drifted without a plan—talking about your day, his favorite movie as a kid, the kind of place you'd both run away to if you could, and whether sushi is overrated or not.

(“You can’t say something is overrated if you refuse to try it,” you argue, playful but firm.

“The world is free,” he counters, grinning even though you can’t see it. “I can say whatever I want.”)

He’s sprawled across his bed now, phone pressed to his ear like it’s anchoring him.

“No,” he says, soft but certain. “No, I…” He pauses, breath catching a little as he tries to say it right. “I want to do it again too. With you.”

It’s not some grand confession. Just a truth, said plainly. But it feels like more. Like a door opening. Like the beginning of something he doesn’t quite have the words for yet—but desperately wants to keep exploring.

Phone calls with you have become his lifeline—something he holds close to his chest, sacred and quiet, moments carved out just for him. No cameras. No chaos. Just your voice on the other end of the line, soft and steady, like an anchor in the middle of everything.

Conversations flow easily, like they always have. Familiar. Uncomplicated. The kind that sneak up on you, stretching well past midnight without either of you noticing. Or caring.

He loves hearing about your day—about the minor disasters at work, the dumb thing your coworker said that made you roll your eyes, the sandwich that wasn’t as good as you hoped it’d be. Loves that you tell him about the small things, the ordinary things, the kind of details people only share when they feel safe.

And he likes telling you about his day—about the long meetings, the brutal workouts, the endless travel. About how he somehow ends up eating more quinoa than any one person should. About how he still gets nervous before qualifying. About the tracks he likes, the ones he hates, and the places he wants to take you to one day.

Somewhere between the calming rhythm of your voice and the way you make him laugh without trying, he feels something settle in him. Something that feels suspiciously like peace. Like home.

Some nights, you talk until one of you trails off mid-sentence, lulled into sleep by the comfort of the other. Other nights, it’s just a short check-in, a low, “Hey, thinking about you,” before hanging up. But it’s constant. Steady.

There’s always something.

Something in the way you say his name. In the way you ask how he’s really doing. In the way you make space for him, without asking for anything in return.

And it makes him feel like he matters. Like he’s seen. Like maybe, for once, he’s not just Lando Norris, the driver, the name.

He’s just Lando.

Yours.

And the dates—God, the dates.

There’s a simplicity to it that he appreciates. No five-star restaurants or private jets. Just him stealing you away for a little while before the race week starts up again, the two of you tucked away in quiet cafes and late night walks through parks and laughing in parking lots eating copious amounts of junk food that is definitely not in his diet, your hands brushing as you sit side by side in his car with the windows rolled down.

Once, he takes you to this quiet neighborhood in Nice—a little over half an hour from your area—just because he heard about a café that supposedly serves the best pastries in the region. No occasion, no reason beyond the simple “thought you might like it.” The two of you end up parked along a quiet street, pastries stacked in paper boxes, and his laptop propped up on the dashboard to stream a movie that turns out to be absolutely awful. The kind you both roast aloud while eating flaky croissants and laughing with your mouths full. The pastries were worth it though.

The fanciest it ever gets are small boating trips on a nearby shoreline—just the two of you, drifting far away from everything that feels heavy. It’s slow and quiet, the kind of peace that feels earned. There’s a soft breeze, sunlight dancing on the water, and an assortment of fruits and good wine laid out like a little secret picnic between you. He sneaks kisses on your cheek, playful and unhurried, like he has all the time in the world to adore you.

You lie back, head resting in his lap, one arm slung lazily across your stomach as your other hand fiddles with the buttons on his shirt—undoing one just to redo it again. He runs his fingers through your hair without thinking, the motion slow, affectionate, like he never wants this to end.

And for a moment, it feels like maybe it won’t.

Everything is good. Uncomplicated. Safe.

You’re safe.

Maybe the first crack happens because of him.

Because deep down, he’s still learning how to let himself have something good without breaking it. Because he lacked the resolve to protect you from the storm he lives in. Because, if he’s honest, he was selfish—wanting you without knowing how to keep you.

“So, like… what are we?” you ask one night, voice soft but steady. “Or where do you see this going?”

You’re curled up in the passenger seat of his car, legs tucked under you, wearing his hoodie like it was made for you. The kind of image that should feel ordinary, but doesn’t—not when it’s you. The soft hum of the stereo fills the silence between questions, and the glow from the streetlamps spills across your face like it’s trying to memorize you.

He looks at you and forgets how to speak.

Because he’s thought about it. Of course he has. He’s thought about a future where he doesn’t have to say goodbye after every date, where you’re there when he wakes up, where home isn’t a place but a person. He’s thought about a ring. About a house with shoes by the door that aren’t just his. About kids, maybe. A quiet life when the chaos and adrenaline of the track fades away. He’s imagined all of it.

But how do you say that without scaring someone away?

So instead, he says the truth—just a piece of it, the part he can admit out loud.

“I want you. However you’ll let me.”

Your lips part, a little surprised, but your eyes stay locked on his, soft and searching. “And if I said I wanted to be yours?”

He swallows. His voice is low when he replies, almost like it costs him something.

“Then that’s what you are.”

You smile, slow and sure, like something inside you just settled. You reach out, thumb brushing gently along the edge of his cheek. And then you lean forward, pressing a kiss there—close, warm, grounding.

“Let me in, Lando,” you murmur. “Let me see you.”

He hesitates. Barely. A fraction of a moment, where all his doubts claw at him from the inside out.

“You won’t like it,” he whispers, barely audible.

“Give me a chance.”

So he does.

He cups your face, thumb trembling just slightly against your skin, and leans in—not rushed, not forced. Just quiet. Vulnerable. You meet him halfway, closing the space between you with a kiss that feels like something more than a kiss. Like trust. Like hope.

It’s electric. But not in the loud, fireworks kind of way. It’s something steadier. Something that settles into his bones.

You’re perfect for him, he realizes.

And that’s what terrifies him.

Because perfect things never seem to stay.

Because nothing perfect ever really belongs to him.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fic #lando norris #f1 fanfiction #formula one fic #formula one x reader #✩ allie's writing ✩#✶ Hell & Back ✶

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fanficriter · 2 years ago

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Dating the BNHA Boys!

Characters - Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Tamaki Amajiki

Isn’t my best work but oh well :3

Gender Neutral Reader

Izuku Midoriya

- Silly lil guy

- Took him a LOT of courage to confess to you

- Just kinda stood there dumbfounded when you reciprocated his feelings

- Poor boy is lowkey insecure

- He’s silently insecure about his scars :(

- If you kissed his scars i think he’d go insane

- Will probably cry

- He has little notes about how pretty you are in his quirk journal thingy

- Will go in rants about how amazing you are to his friends

- “Y/N is just so perfect and i love them and i don’t know what id do with out them they’re always there for me and-“

- If you have long hair, he always keeps a pack of hair ties incase you need them 😭

- When you tell him about something you like, he will write it down so he remembers

- Was soooo nervous when he first held your hand

- He was SWEATING

- Always blushes without fail

- His hand are rough, but also rlly soft? (i need to make hand hcs holy shit)

- Doesn’t really like sparring with you bc he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he will if you rlly want to

- He will train together tho!

- He loves giving you tips, and watching you use your quirk

- Likes setting up little picnics with you bc he’s quite literally the perfect man ever

- He is a CUDDLIER

- Absolutely loves cuddling with you

- Loves it when you face him and dig your face into his neck

- Definitely talks in his sleep

- He loves taking you on dates to a bunch of different restaurants and such

- Gets so nervous when kissing you

- He loves it but he gets flustered way to easy

Katsuki Bakugou

- Malewife fr

- Will cook for you, though he acts like it’s a chore, he loves your reaction to all his different meals

- Deaf bakugou hc is my favourite thing ever i’m sorry

- He can still hear, (kind of) but he needs to wear a hearing aid

- He knows sign language, but really only uses it around his mom bc he’s embarrassed😭

- If you know sign language, you’ll win his heart IMMEDIATELY

- You were definitely the one to confess first

- Actually rejected you at first (he still liked you at the time)

- But after a few weeks, he confessed to you

- “I actually feel the same way or whatever… just didn’t wanna feed your ego to much…”

- Knows how to style hair weirdly well

- Will always make excuses to do your hair

- “Oi, c’mere, your hair looks like shit.”

- He’ll never admit it, but he LOVES head scratches

- Will lay on your thighs without warning, expecting you to scratch his scalp

- Sparring together is a MUST

- Don’t expect him to go easy on you

- Isn’t to big on PDA, but he’ll kiss you in private all you want

- The first few times you guys held hands, he was kinda scared that he would accidentally explode you 💀

- Doesn’t really take you out for dates a lot, it’s usually just movies and popcorn in bed

- But on the rare occasion when he DOES take you on a date, it is at the fanciest restaurants known to mankind

- Or hiking, he likes hiking

- It took a while for him to be comfortable with cuddling, but he loves spooning you, or holding you as you bury your face into his chest

Shoto Todoroki

- Confessed to you pretty soon after he realised his feelings

- Straight to the point

- “I’ve recently developed feelings for you.”

- Has a small smile when you said you liked him back

- He stares at you a lot

- Loves admiring you

- Also gives the weirdest compliments?

- “You have a nice facial structure, it suits you”

- “Thank you??”

- Will pick flowers occasionally and give them to you

- Literally buys you everything

- With his Dads credit card (You have no idea)

- You see a pair of shoes you like? BOOM. They are yours in 0.5 seconds

- He just buys everything bro CALM DOWN

- Loves taking you on fancy dinner dates

- You have to meet his siblings btw

- Mainly bc his sister WOULD NOT SHUT UP AB MEETING YOU

- She loves you

- So much

- It’s actually a bit concerning

- Doesn’t necessarily not like PDA, he just doesn’t feel the need to initiate it

- He can be a bit oblivious, so if you want PDA, just tell him!

- He has no problem with it

- Not really a cuddly person, but he will cuddle you if you want!

- Your relationship is definitely based on a lot of communication 😭

- As time passes, he will start to do those things without you having to ask, he just needed to get used to it

Tamaki Amajiki

- oh my god okay

- He confessed first but it took him SOOOO long

- Needed so much encouragement from his friends

- Then he just blurted it out while he was at your house one time

- “I- I love you!!”

- Almost died when you said it back

- Actually saw god when you tried holding his hand the first time

- CANNOT do PDA i think he would die

- Definitely an act of service man, he is too shy to do anything else

- Can’t reach somthing ? he’s on it. Your bathroom need cleaning? Consider it done!

- Also likes making you random little gifts

- Kiss him on the cheek i dare you

- He will EXPLODE

- Your always helping him calm down in public

- “Y/N i wanna go home”

- Further into the relationship he will slowly get used to physical affection

- I don’t think he will ever not get flustered tho

- He loves taking you out too eat

- Really likes picnic dates

- I feel like he meditates often to try and clear his head (there is a lot going on in there 😭)

- Will always invite you to meditate with him

- He actually really likes cuddling with you

- He almost dies every time but

- Loves when you spoon him

- Also loves laying on your chest (or the other way around)

- Absolute chef in the kitchen

- Always cooking u meals

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twisted-gremlin · 1 year ago

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Second years and semicolon

First years and explanation

Riddle: since tattoos didn't exist in the day of the queen of hearts, or anythibg of the like in the area, there is no law for or against them. Riddle believes that the queen would have a rule that all must have atleast one as a show of strength and fortitude or loyalty or somethjng. He just would make sure that you took care of the tattoo during the healing process. His mother probably disapproved of Riddle himself ever getting one because they could lead to an infection. So, Riddle would defonately talk to you about it, and what your means to you. I think, when the time comes. He might get a heart and rose semicolon tattoo for himself when he is old enough. He takes so much pride in it and absolutely adores it

Ruggie: he might see tattoos as a waste of money. Growing up poor, he has seen some people tossing away their money for a new tattoo. So he might antagonize you a lil more. I think Jack would actually be the one to snap at Ruggie, saying that your tattoo means alot to you and shows a big milestone. Jack dosent open up about more, so Ruggie asks you. You may either tell him to fuck off, so he does and just kinda keeps his distance. The other option is that you tell him, and he grows a bit more of an understanding for that. He is a lil more respectful and may steal some stuff for ya because you are currently broke as shit (thanks Crowley for helping)

Floyd: he fuckin thinks tattoos are the coolest thing. I think, if he ever got a tattoo, he would get a sleeve of random ass things, going to 50 differnt artists while it's being done. He bites your tattoo because look, a homing beacon of bitting. He would respect ya is you do share your story with him, and he even helps you, in his own way. He will steal you away if you get stressed, or share your guilty foods(he does this with Azul, you can't change my mind), he likes seeing his shrimp friend happy admit all the chaos they are in

Jade: he probably isn't one to get a tattoo, he might get a mushroom one as a memory of his time on the surface. But I think he would put together what your tattoo means, and so, he helps by pushing you a bit further if you don't already push yourself. If you do, then he will present himself as an obstacle so you can take a break every once in awhile. He does this with Azul and it works well with him, so why not with another friend/patron who is struggling. He will listen to your story if you wish to share it and will be there for you, and even offer to take you on hikes with his club.

Azul: I think he would not care much for tattoos, he is a business man, a tattoo would take away from the business. But when he saw yours and put together the meaning behind it, after his overblot, he accepts that, something is also wrong with him, so he asks you to his office for drinks and to talk. So he brings up your tattoo, he identifies in some way with your story, the struggling around others, the fear, the insecurity. He apologizes for his behavior recently as it put you and your livelihood in danger. He makes an offer of buying ramshake, giveing you a place on Octanavile, and a job at the Monstro Lounge. He would get a small smiple semi Colin that could be hidden in his gloves. It's a promise, to you and himself that he would never do such a thing again, he hurt his friends, scared people, and nearly killed himself. So he wants to be better than he was, being better also seems to help with his businesses aswell so why stop?

Jamil: I think he would have a bit of a stigma against tattoos, white would be for the wealthy, while black would be for criminals. Even tough it's not entirely true, he has it a bit ingrained in him that if you have ink on you, he hates you. So before his overblot, he would be cold and distant to you. After the overblot, he decides to ask about what your tattoo means to you/your culture. When you share, he apologizes for his stigma and thank you about shareing your story. I think he would ask for permission from his family and the Al-Aslims for a white and black semicolon tattoo. He helped Kalim take care of his so he knows how to do it, but Kalim this time helps him.

Kalim: bean boi already has one! So the two fo you bond over them. Tattoos are probably a mix of cultural and a sign of wealth, specifically white ones. So when you share your and the meaning to you, this man does what he can to support you, inviting you over or comeong over for meals, checking in on you every once in awhile, just trying his best to be aware of the feelings of others.

Silver: I think silver would be fascinated by it. He was allways fascinated by oddities in whatever differnt kind of fae he talked to, multiple sets of teeth, wings, horns, pointy teeth, whatever would make himself differ from the fae. He would be very respectful about it and be sure to research each Species or ask his father about it before asking the fae themself, as to not appear as to be rude. He asked Jamil about Kalims tattoos because he knows that if there was a gaurd or a retainer nearby, it's best to adress them about some things that may be rude culturally. So he knows what a tattoo is, and ends up asking you about yours. He apologizes that you have had to go trough such hardships and is glad that you are healing and are there for Malleus whenever he needs someone to be with that isn't one of them. He honestly respects you alot for it since Jamil told him that it's a bit of a painful process. He may ask some more about your world aswell because he is genuinely curious about the differences between the worlds and helps you as a fellow human who is very much lost in this new world

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst hcs #twst mc #azul ashengrotto #twst riddle #ruggie twisted wonderland #twst second years #twst floyd #twisted wonderland jade #twst jamil #twst kalim #twst silver

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priincebutt · 1 year ago

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Happy WIP Wednesday to everyone who celebrates!! Thank you to @piratefalls , @hgejfmw-hgejhsf , @onthewaytosomewhere , and @junebugclaremontdiaz for the early tags! I come to you this Wednesday with a new banner and a lil something something from The Story of Us! I'm really in the home stretches of this fic, in theory, so I'm kinda trying to focus on it right now, perfecting it's final chapters and whatnot. I haven't had muse for a lot lately, trying to change that but you know -- the heart wants what it wants! So without further ado, have a chunky tidbit from Alex's visit to London.

For dinner Henry has a driver pick them up, and as soon as they’re dropped at the front of the restaurant, cameras flash and paparazzi are calling their names. Henry’s jaw ticks, and Alex grabs his hand, squeezing it tightly and pushing through the crowd to reach the host stand. “Someone must have sold our reservation info,” Henry grits out, sighing as he smooths his perfectly coiffed hair away from his face and tugs his sunglasses down from his nose, tucking them into the small black handbag hanging from his arm. “I’ll have to talk to the manager about that, I thought we had an agreement, but I didn’t realize that it's dependent upon who I come here with. James and I had a good rapport with this place.” “Hey, Henry, it’s alright.” Alex tugs Henry to face him and cups his cheeks in his hands. “Let them fucking talk. What does it matter?” Alex sees some of the fire leave Henry’s eyes, and he nods in agreement as he presses a soft kiss to Alex’s lips. “You’re right, of course. I just… wish we could have some privacy is all,” Henry says with a sigh. Thankfully, they’re seated away from the front windows after Henry has a long whispered conversation with the manager, presumably about one of the employees selling their arrival time to the paps. Their waitress seems flustered to be serving Henry Fox, but the manager checks in on them frequently and brings out extra plates of food for them to nibble on as they make their way through three sumptuous courses. Henry feeds Alex pasta off of his fork, and licks wine sauce from the corners of his lips. Alex chases the kisses with rich red wine, the taste of Henry mingling with all the savory flavors of the Italian food, and the night is perfect as they laugh and joke and talk about what this trip means to them. They’ve defined the relationship, but Alex admits with a blush just how much Henry’s come to mean to him. It’s too soon for the ‘L’ bomb, but it hovers between them, ready to be dropped, ready to redefine the relationship again for the best.

If you made it this far, thank you! Let me know what you think of the new banner, I'm still a lil on the fence if I'm ready to part with the flowers. I'm going to tag @firstsprinces , @firenati0n , @forever-fixating , @zwiazdziarka , @candyspandemonium , @anincompletelist , @heybuddy-drabbles , @sunnysideprince , @duchessdepolignaca03 and anyone who would like an open tag, this one is for you! If you keep up with my tag games and want me to add you to the list each week, LMK!!

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an-ecu-harrypotter-au · 1 year ago

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TPS Part 6: The Man In The Painting

"Toby wake up. We’re here."

Ah snap awake. Trevor jumps off mah lap an back inta mah hand. Ah look out the window an see the entrance ta Hogwarts. Mah eyes look out tha window wit excitement, but mah mind still feels half asleep. Ah hear tha kids all round us gettin' their bags an Ah realize Ah haven't moved. Ah put Trevor back in his tank an get everythang ready.

"Do you have everything? I don't want you to leave anything behind."

Ah nod an watch Jacklin pick up a weird lookin cage.

"I forgot to mention this, but this is my cat, Tiger."

Ah'm still gettin' Trevor's tank an bags set up.

"Ya have a cat? Mah grandpa had a cat when Ah was young. He named it Mittens. Mittens' dead now."

Ah realize Ah probably shouldn't have brought tha up, but the words're already outta mah mouth.

"Is Tiger yer family's cat, or your cat?"

"Father bought him last year after our last cat died of old age. The Gryffindor Manor has a library full of journals and diaries from every wizard family who ever went to the school. Mice nibble on the paper so my father uses a cat."

Ah stop a sec while Ah'm packin up everythang.

"How'd yer dad get a fancy job like that?"

"Oh. I wasn't aware that you didn't know. My father, Henry Gryffindor, is the descendent of Godric Gryffindor. Godric was one of the school's founders over 1000 years ago. Our family is one of the only wizard families who had every family member go to Hogwarts. There isn't a single non-magic user in our family tree which makes me pure blooded. Pure blooded families are so rare that they end up having a lot of power."

Ah jus blink at 'er. This girl's jus too fancy ta be nice ta me.

"That'd make ya a princess a some kind then."

She laughs a lil bit as we walk. Nicest laugh Ah've ever heard. Ah look down at Trevor in his tank like he's readin' mah mind. He's lookin' at me wit his big, round eyes an that makes mah heart want ta melt.

"So if yer Godric's whatever many great-granddaughter does that mean ya gotta be in Gryffindor too?"

"Every descendent of Godric was sorted into that House. It isn't necessarily a rule that all members of the same family have to be in the same House though."

"Do ya think yer dad's gonna get mad if ya don't get inta that House?"

Ah see her stop an look a lil nervous.

"Well. Father wouldn't necessarily be angry. Even though there is a lot of expectations to be the next heir of Gryffindor, he never told me that I must be sorted in that House. Since my mother never went to Hogwarts, she doesn't have any expectations either. They both just want me to be true to myself. But I will admit, I'm still nervous."

Ah nod as we keep walkin.

"Well either way Ah still wanna be in tha same one as you an a boy Ah met in the robe store named Pacer Burton. We can go ta all the classes tagether."

Ah grab 'er hand an lead 'er off tha train, makin' sure Trevor stays in tha tank.

"Then I guess that means we need to be sorted in Gryffindor together."

Ah blush as Ah realize tha way Ah'm holdin' 'er hand makes it look like we're more than friends. Ah start ta get real worried. Ah'm startin' ta get real nervous.

"Fers years this way!"

Ah get a lil spooked by the loud noise an let go a Jacklin's hand. We follow the other kids ta the lake. We find an' board the row boat an Ah hear a real big guy at the oars talkin' in a Scottish accent.

"This way, ya wee gawks."

We sit in the boat an Ah see the castle on the other side a the lake.

"That’s the groundskeeper, Hagrid. He’s a half giant."

"A half giant? Ya mean he's like half human an half monster?"

She starts ta giggle an Ah start ta get confused again. Was Ah bein' real stupid an a dummy jus' sayin' that?

"Hagrid’s not a monster. Stories about giants eating kids are just a myth. They have their own villages away from humans."

Ah see what she means now: Hagrid ain't some big ugly monster. Ah look up an can see a kind face beneath that beard. We pull up ta shore an start gettin out the boat.

"That's the main entrance to Hogwarts Castle. Just think, in a few minutes we’ll officially be Hogwarts students."

Mah heart starts ta beat faster now as the weight of what's happenin now gets ta me.

"How they plan on sortin us? Do we gotta take a test or somethin?"

"No not at all. The Sorting Hat has been sorting students for over 1000 years. It was Godric's idea to put a spell on his hat so that it can read students thoughts."

Ah blink. Ya gotta be kiddin' me. Ah'm worried it's gonna read mah thoughts an' put me in tha dummy House.

"Everyone please hand your luggage to the porters and follow me. You will line up by last name once we get inside. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule-breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor."

Ah hear an old lady talk an a group a people linin up. Ah give 'em mah bags, backpack an carefully pass 'em Trevor's tank. Ah see Jacklin walkin ahead a me an Ah know G comes before K. She's gotta be ahead a me in line. Ah ain't Pacer at all but Ah know he's gotta be even more ahead a Jacklin. A real old guy wit a pretty red robe stands up.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, first years! I must tell you all that the forest surrounding the castle is forbidden due to the extreme amount of dangerous creatures within it. I would like to introduce your new Defence Against The Dark Arts professor, Professor Quirinus Quirrell. Professor Arif Sikander will officially succeed him as our Muggle Studies expert."

Ah see a man wit a purple turban stand up wavin before sittin back down.

"Also on behalf of the entire staff including our caretaker, Mr. Flich, I would like to inform you that the corridor in the Charms section of the 3rd floor is also forbidden. Unless you wish to die a most terrible death, I suggest you heed my warning."

Before Ah can even get scared Ah see all the other kids an teachers stand up. They all start singin.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald, Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling, With some interesting stuff, For now they're bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we've forgot, Just do your best, we'll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot."

Ah have no idea why this' happenin. Ah hope Ah ain't gotta sing this one day. Too embarrassin.

"When I call your name please sit down on the stool. I will put the Sorting Hat on your head. When you have been sorted, please take a seat in your respective section."

Ah wait patiently wit all the other kids as the old lady talks agin. She takes out the Sortin Hat an then the hat starts singin. Ah dunno why though.

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Ah like how the hat tol me what every House's like. Ah know if Jacklin were ta explain all this ta me it'd take jus bout all day. It ain't like listenin ta 'er'd be too bad cause that'd mean she's nice fer wantin ta explain all this ta me. Shame Ah jus wouldn't be able ta tell 'er Ah stopped understandin 'er after 5 minutes.

"Jacklin Gryffindor."

Ah missed a lot while Ah was thinkin an watch her as she walks up to tha Sortin' Hat. A look round an Ah see Pacer's in Hufflepuff. Ah wonder if Jacklin's gonna be in that House too. Some a the boys're lookin' at her hair, the girls lookin' at her eyes an some a the older boys're lookin' at her chest. Ah dunno who ta feel bad fer cause they ain't got a clue bout 'er Veela magic or Jacklin cause she ain't asked fer all this.

"Ah yes. Another member of the Gryffindor family. I see you have a high level of intellect never before seen. Very tempting the notion of putting you in Ravenclaw."

Ah start ta worry that we won't be in the same House cause Ah know Ah ain't gonna be smart nough.

"What's this? You seek something more than just wisdom? I see. Better be.. Gryffindor!"

All a Gryfdor jus starts screamin cause a how happy they are. Ah gotta cover mah ears cause it hurts too much. Ah look at Jacklin an she kinda looks happy like the kinda happy ya get when ya pass a test ya thought ya failed. She sees me lookin at 'er then she turns an walks over to tha table. She looks back at me, kinda embarrassed when she sits down.

"Toby Kwimper."

Ah'm nervous as Ah move over ta the Sortin' Hat an' wait for it ta read mah mind.

"Toby Kwimper. How interesting. Such a perfect blank slate."

Ah start ta get excited cause if tha Sortin' Hat says Ah'm a blank slate then Ah won't be goin' ta tha dummy House.

"Shh. Let your mind go, little wizard."

Ah hear the hat whisperin' an mah head gets a little woozy. Mah eyes close even though Ah ain't tol 'em too. Ah kinda feel good though like when Jacklin's wit me.

"Slytherin's definitely out. No big ambitions. Ravenclaw would be a good challenge but not good enough. Hufflepuff? Yes I feel a strong sense of loyalty.

It sounds like tha Sortin' Hat's whisperin' ta itself or like there's a million voices talkin' at tha same time. Ah feel real torn cause Ah like Pacer but Ah also like Jacklin an they ain't in the same House. Ah know Jacklin's magic's dangerous but Ah still wanna be 'er friend.

"Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff. Such a hard decision."

Ah dunno wha's been said but Ah feel a little tap on mah shoulder makin me almost jump outta mah skin.

"We’re in Gryffindor together, Toby!"

"Huh?"

Mah head's still spinnin a lil bit but Ah'm real excited! Ah'm a lil sad too that Ah won't get ta be wit Pacer too. But Ah guess the Sortin' Hat read mah mind an put me where Ah wanted ta be. Ah see Jacklin lookin' real relieved an Ah know Ah can relax a little bit.

"You must've been in a trance like state so the Sorting Hat can read your memories. You should sit down since you look about as pale as me."

Ah shakily walk over wit her ta the table an' sit down next ta her. Ah wipe the cold sweat off the back a mah neck. Ah can't believe Ah'm really here.

Time Skip

"I would like to welcome all of the 1st years and returning students. With the conclusion of the Sorting Hat ceremony, and before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you."

Ah'm still a lil outta it an hearin the ol' man talk jus makes it a lil worse as Ah had no idea wha he said. Everythang jus appears outta nowhere an mah eyes light up. This' a lotta food.

"What would you like to try first, Toby?"

"Ah dunno... Ah ain't ever seen food like this before. What should Ah try, Jacklin?"

Ah see 'er lookin over the table. She points at this weird lookin thang Ah ain't ever seen before.

"This is Yorkshire pudding. It's a baked pudding made from a batter of eggs, flour, and milk or water. You can eat it as a starter because it's small."

Ah look at the Yorkshire pudding an' try ta get mah mind round what it should taste like. Then Ah reach inta the pile a food an' start ta put a little bit a everythang on mah plate. Ah chew a couple a times an swallow. Ah look over at Jacklin an' she looks like she can tell how Ah feel.

"What are puddings like in the States, Toby? Here we have sweet and meat puddings."

"Only meat puddin Ah know bout's sausage. We got banana puddin, chocolate puddin, a whole buncha sweet puddins."

"I guess we're not that different then. There's sausages and mash on the table. We also eat a lot of roasted foods and lamb chops."

Mah stomach starts growlin.

"Sounds good ta me, Jacklin. Ah'm real hungry now. Ah'mma try the gravy now."

Ah take the tip a the spoon now, an' Ah hold it over tha plate. Ah sloooowly start ta pour the gravy on it.

"Now this is an onion gravy that goes with the Yorkshire pudding. It's very common when you eat it as a starter."

"An' tha meat puddins tha's on the table. They go wit onions, too?"

"We use brown gravy for foods that have meat and potatoes. The cream gravy can also go with potatoes but we usually use that with chicken."

Ah try the cream gravy. It tastes really good. Ah get a nice big helpin a mashed potatoes on tha plate an' Ah pour gravy on 'em. Then Ah eat the whole thang while Jacklin watches. She tells me that tha puddin, mashed potatoes, gravy, the whole meal's called a roast.

"The Kitchen Elves work in the kitchen. They put the food on tables there and use magic to make them appear on our tables."

Ah jus shake mah head.

"Tha's strange."

"It's a normal thing. They make food appear when something runs out so that none of us go hungry."

Ah start ta get worried it's gonna happen anyway. Mah momma wouldn't a never let me get way wit takin' tha last a anythang.

"See Toby. Just like that, another roast chicken appeared a little bit to your left."

Ah see the chicken an Ah'm startin' ta feel better now.

Time Skip

Desserts start ta appear on the table.

"Have you ever thought about making a food list, Toby?"

Ah look at 'er all confused. She's real good at askin me questions bout thangs Ah don't got a clue bout.

"A food list?"

"Yes. There are so many types of food served here, that it isn't possible to try all of them in one day."

"Oh. Well what do Ah gotta put on a food list? Mah favorites?"

"You can write down everything you tried and how it tasted."

Ah start ta fill mah plate wit cake. Ah eat up tha cake while Jacklin writes somethin' on a piece a paper.

"This is my food list, Toby. We can compare our lists and see what we still need to try."

Ah look over at what Jacklin's holdin' up. Ah wonder if Jacklin's got room fer another dessert.

"Have you ever had a St. Honore cake, Toby?"

"Nope. Sounds like somethin' tha elves'd make. This St. Honor's cake's on yer list?"

"Oh yes. My father brought one back from his trip to Paris a few years ago. It has a lot of chocolate and cream as it's basically a cream puff cake."

Ah feel real full but Ah jus gotta try it.

"Do ya think they've got one here fer me ta try?"

"Of course, Toby. This is big enough for us to split it up."

Ah pick up a slice an' Ah start ta eat it. So good.

"Have you ever been to Paris, Toby?"

Ah manage ta answer even though Ah got a lotta cake in mah mouth.

"Ah've ain't ever been anywhere, actually. Ah've never left Florida till June so's Ah could live wit mah Irish cousins. Pop done tol me it's the only way Ah'd be able ta go ta school here."

"Fascinating. I'm amazed you weren't asked to attend Ilvermony in Massachusetts. They're supposed to serve all students from North America."

Ah jus shrug cause it ain't like Ah know wha she's talkin bout anyway. The cake's the only thang on mah mind.

"Jacklin, this cake's tha best thing Ah've ever tasted. Ah like it so much Ah don't even wanna swallow it."

"You need to have some ice cream so you don't choke, Toby."

"Okay. Ah'll have some ice cream."

Ah use a spoon ta scoop up a big bite a ice cream. Jacklin starts wipin 'er face wit a napkin.

"I believe that's enough for me. How do you feel, Toby?"

"Ah'm not too good, actually. Mah stomach kinda hurts. Do ya think Ah can go walk it off?"

Ah move ta leave the table.

"We have to wait for our prefect to take us to the Gryffindor Tower. Since they act a role model for us, they want us to follow the rules so we won't get into trouble."

"Oh. So… Ah gotta sit at the table till tha prefect shows up."

"Yes. We all have to go to our common room together."

Ah jus hope Ah can last that long.

Time Skip

We get to the top a the stairs an mah stomach starts ta feel better. Our prefect stops.

"First years this is the way to get to the Gryffindor common room. The password to enter will change every month so pay very close attention."

Ah listen hard ta the password so Ah'm not left outta the Gryffindor common room.

"Bezoar."

Ah hear this word an' try ta remember. Bezoar... Bezoar... Bezoar's somethin ya get from a goat's stomach an's an antidote fer most poisons. Ah dunno how know it but Ah do. The door ta the common room opens an we all walk inside. All a our luggage's there.

"Amazing."

Ah follow Jacklin an' the others inside the common room. We leave the luggage in tha corner of tha room. Ah look 'round an' it's the nicest room Ah've ever seen.

"Hey, Jacklin... Ya like the room?"

"It's just like my father described it."

Ah nod an start ta remember bout 'er talkin bout 'er dad.

"So tha other kids at Hogwarts are they jus' a hodgepodge a every which kind a bloodline?"

"Yes. Do you know if your parents are wizards?"

"Pop knows somethin bout it. He said he don't do magic though."

Jacklin's bout ta say somethin when our prefect comes ta us.

"First years take a look at this painting. We have been honored to see the very founder of our House, Godric Gryffindor! Born of Scottish and Welsh ancestry in what's now Cornwall, England, this man helped found our very school. He's the only founder with a direct descendant and she's right in this room!"

Ah look at tha painting an Ah see a man with red hair in a red robe lookin like a lion's mane. He's holdin' a sword, an' Ah wonder if he used ta go an' fight those dark wizards.

"He looks tough."

"I'm just so speechless. I know father has his own portrait of him in his study, but it's still so amazing to see him."

Ah feel real good bout that one. Ah turn ta Jacklin an' Ah start wonderin' what she thinks.

"Did mah granddaughter teel ye abit me?"

Ah'm a little surprised bout the paintin talkin ta me, but Ah'll just go wit the flow. Ah nod an' Ah get more comfortable.

"Yeah... She did tell me a bit 'bout ya."

"Ye hae some Irish in ye. Whaur ur ye frae?"

Ah think a bit ta make sure Ah don't say somethin' dumb.

"Well... Well, Ah’m from tha South, but Ah live wit mah cousins in a place called... Cork."

"Dae ye hae onie fowk in Irelain boy?"

Ah can't believe Ah have ta answer tha question from tha founder a Gryfdor. Mah mind goes blank an' Ah think Ah might puke. For a minute Ah think Ah'm gonna be sick ta tha floor an' then Ah just remember tha Ah gotta get my answer out. Ah'm real glad Jacklin's not tryin' ta help me out wit words.

"Uh, yes, Godric, Ah do..."

"What's yer nam boy?"

"It's... Ah'm Toby. It's Toby Kwimper."

"Ay th' Kwimper clan?"

Ah nod real quick an' Ah'm amazed Godric knows mah last name.

"Yeah, tha's right."

"Ah thooght ye aw died it. Ah huvnae seen a Kwimper come tae Hogwarts in ower a hunder years."

Ah feel like Ah can breathe again. Godric's kinda lookin happy ta see me.

"Diz anyain still use magic?"

"Well, Mr. Godric, Pop done tol me Ah'm the only one wit real magic."

"Th' Kwimper clan is huir uv a weel knoon fur havin' squibs."

Ah shake mah head cause it's not the answer Ah was hopein' for.

"No, no Mr. Godric, tha's just not possible. Ah got magic!"

"That's a sign th' Kwimper clan is gettin' their magic back. Whit can ye dae sae far boy?"

Ah dunno why, but what Ah'm about ta say feels so important.

"Ah mean, Ah can talk ta animals. Ah can make 'em feel better an' Ah can help 'em an' Ah can make 'em like me."

Ah notice Godric is listenin' real good an' Jacklin's eyes ain't left Godric one second.

"Woods ye min' tryin' tae reid mah granddaughter's future?"

"No, sir. Ah guess Ah can try."

"What do you need me to do, Toby?"

"Ah need ta see yer hand. Ah can tell a lot more tha way."

Godric looks over mah shoulder as Ah look at Jacklin's palm an Ah let out a loud gasp the startles Jacklin.

"Yer gonna be attacked by a strange man!

"What about my 2nd year?"

Ah feel like Ah know what's gonna happen but Ah gotta make sure.

"Yer gonna be in trouble. There's a flash an yer gonna be lyin in a hospital bed all stiff!"

Ah feel Jacklin's hand tighten round mah own hand 'cause Ah think Ah jus really scared her.

"Can you see my 3rd year?"

"There's gonna be a werewolf an it's gonna be chasin ya!"

Ah'm so deep in the visions all Ah can hear's Jacklin's voice.

"Will my 4th year be any better?"

"There's… there's gonna be… there's gonna be some… some… some death! Somebody's gonna die an everybody's gonna be sad!"

"How bad will my 5th year be?"

Ah sniff an Ah blow a snot bubble.

"Yer gonna be attacked agin. This woman's gonna split the school in half... but... there's gonna be so much blood!"

"Do you think my 6th year will get worse?"

"Ah... Ah... Ah think things will get bad… an worse! There's gon be trouble. Someone's gonna be fightin’ fer someone else an it could get bad! There'll be some… some bad blood!"

"Is the bloodshed going to end in my 7th year?"

"No."

Ah see a vision of a man turnin' inta ash.

"So… Ah think when good guy wins tha battle it'll be a beautiful thing, but it's a terrible path."

Ah gotta be lookin weird cause mah eyes're blinkin real weird an swayin a bit.

"Ye better sit heem doon hen. Th' boy's lookin' as peely waly as ye."

Ah feel weak in mah legs an Ah can feel my head slippin' down off a mah shoulders. Everythang goes black an Ah don't 'member anythang else.

Tagging: @arrolyn1114, @nemos-rapture, @xanatenshi, @briefpandatimemachine, @hooked-on-elvis,

@vintagepresley, @aliengoth3, @smokeymountainboy, @bigdaddyelvislover, @mercsandmonsters,

@pledgingmylovee, @presleysgirl6, and @thetaoofzoe.

#toby and the veela #the philosopher's stone #godric gryffindor #he lived during the middle ages he's supposed to sound that way

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queers-gambit · 1 month ago

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girl GIRL... I finished Ted Lasso today. The last 3 episodes really wrapped everything up for me and healed me in some weird way. I finally got to see Rebecca have the one-up on Rupert in more ways than one. Happy to see Colin finally get his kiss on the pitch in front of everybody! During movie night, I did think Rebecca and Sam were gonna get back together at the time jump scene in the final episode, but I'm still glad to see EVERYONE get their happy ending. And you were right on the Roy + Jamie bromance, I loved how they still stayed friends despite both loving Keeley. And pleased to finally get rid of Jack after the rollercoaster of emotions she put Keeley through. The pub scene in the final episode, oh how I wish to be in a Roy and Jamie sandwich EEEKKK! Also, when the teacher saw Roy again and basically said she hoped her lil flirting stunt didn't cause any trouble, that sorta gave me the ick. Ik for some, harmless flirting while in a relationship is fine to them because it doesn't go beyond that but when the teacher kinda admitted she hoped she didn't rock the boat too much it just left a sour taste in my mouth. But his letter to Keeley was definitely heart-warming and worth the realization. Bringing Mama Lasso in was kind of a surprise, especially with her not getting any direct mentions throughout the previous seasons but ik the writers were just trying to find a way to bring Ted home. I kinda wish Ted cried in any scene in his farewell episode because I feel that's so on-brand for him, but I also understand that he's finally going home and to his son so he would mostly happy by that circumstance. And lastly, I know I was very anti-Nate last update I gave you. But I think his character arc of starting from the bottom again, apologizing to the team + Ted, his talk with Beard (loved that scene, Beard's background was interesting to say the least), and finally being back at Richmond with a gf was what truly healed me. Hope to talk soon babe (I'm gonna write a request after this for a Roy + Jamie sandwich <3) - (cowboy hat emoji, my dumb computer isn't opening up the emojis option for me)

yeehaw, baby!

Rebecca's story is the definition of, like, "kill them with kindness", "good things to those who wait", "an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind", "God's timing might not be what you want, but what you need", and the implications of karma. she wanted to hurt Rupert so bad, it blinded her to life still moving around her; but when she finally let go and trusted the process, that motherfucker got exactly what was coming to him.

COLIN 😭🫶🥹 that was such a sweet moment.

i think Sam represented to Rebecca that she DOES deserve better. he was "right person, wrong time", but that doesn't mean he's the endgame; just a reminder that love is all around and we must remain open to it.

fuck Jack tbh. all that money and no emotional intelligence? yikes.

hmm, interesting, why'd it give you the ick? i kinda thought it was taking accountability; something Roy often doesn't do. here's this teacher, apologizing for flirting with him - despite not knowing whatever personal ramifications there was - because she felt an ounce of responsibility for her own actions. flirting ain't a big deal, but she still apologized for making Roy feel any type of way; so it puts shit in perspective for Roy, whose own actions made Keeley feel a type of way.

Roy's letter and the call back to S1, when he tells Nate to say it to his face - not read it from a piece of paper 🥹 fuck, such a good show.

i got emotional at Mama Lasso. i got Daddy Issues™ like a motherfucker, so i was deeply empathetic towards the whole "still alive, still present, but emotionally checked out parent" storyline. it really illustrated how yes, she was still around, but by acting like everything was fine did years-worth of damage to Ted that he's still grappling with in the present. he needed his mother. he needed to grieve with her. they needed to process together, not just sweep everything under a rug and pretend a lumpy carpet was normal. it's why he is the way he is; because his mother masked everything and pretended it was fine, so that's what he knew how to do. it's part of why he's so criminally optimistic, because he doesn't know how to process some of the more hard-hitting themes of life, he just does what he can to make situations better; never really minding the origin. it's what he had to do for his mother, so... it's kinda all he knows now. Ted definitely resents her in a way, perhaps why she's never mentioned; but it attributes to his own healing arch, where he can finally understand kids need their parents to be human - not perfect.

Ted not crying i took a little as his comfort in knowing he did his job there and it was now time to take those lessons back home and do his job there. it's like, he was there for literally everyone else and now it's time to be there for himself (and his family). but Rebecca showing up at the terminal? to ask him one last time to stay? OH - OHHHHH, JASON, MY HEART! OW!

i honestly thought for a MOMENT, he was gonna get off the plane with Beard. fuck. tbh separating besties hurts me more than romantic relationships. i actually called my bestie at the end, literally in tears, and asked her, "would you have gotten off the plane with me?" and she said, "duh - but you wouldn't have left me there to begin with." so many emotions, i was very unprepared.

Nate gets his underdog storyline, hero plot, then his villain era, annnnd slides directly into the redemption arch. loved to see it play out.

now hang on. we gotta give Beard his moment. his background gutted me. they didn't have to give him a fully centric episode, just that story, coming from him, was enough. and looking back, my God, it makes so much sense. why he's always reading, why he's fiercely protective of Ted, why he's so fucking smart about seemingly niche subjects. that part got me so bad; him being so angry at Nate, but knowing he had to be the one to finally, fully bring him back was a beautiful sentiment.

i don't have the words for what i felt when Ted wasn't at his wedding. just... no words, i still feel a type of way about it, but i'm a sucker for platonic soulmates so i'll probably stew on that tidbit for a while longer.

also one really PETTY thing that bothered me: Ted's so much better than i am 'cause the MOMENT i would've learned my ex is dating our marriage counselor, oh, baby, i'm reporting you to EVERYONE. your license will be suspended by the time i'm done, okay? okay. fuck you MEAN you're dating the person we paid to listen to our issues? the person that agreed i needed to give my wife space? the person who straight up said we were making real good progress? oh, my God, nope, i'm committing felonies. any sense of trust i would've had - just gone. done. evaporated. i would NEED to know who made the first move, when did it start, then burn that practice to the GROUND.

😮‍💨 but that's why i wanna be Ted when i grow up. doesn't have a petty bone in his body.

glad you held on for the ride, cowgirl!

so now that you've finished, S4 is going to be about Richmond's women's team. so still in the sports realm, but different players, a new team. idk if Rebecca, Kee, Roy, Beard and all them will be involved, but that's the direction Jason's taking it. that's why i'm thinking of it as a spinoff, too. it's not the Richmond boys, but a new team; so there's plenty of room to branch out and grow. we'll have to wait and see when S4 actually goes into production, but i'm real jazzed.

lastly, i got your Roy x Jamie love triangle request. i'm not 100% sure on it yet, but i'll sit on it for a bit to consider. full disclosure, i might have to tweak it a bit - but no promises. there's 101 other things in mind right now and i'm in the middle of a career change, but we shall see!!

all my love 🖤

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deke-rivers-1957 · 1 year ago

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Toby Meets Godric Gryffindor

"Toby wake up. We’re here."

Ah snap awake like tha frog snapped out of tha chocolate. Trevor jumps off mah lap and back inta mah hand. Ah look out tha window an see tha entrance ta Hogwarts. Mah eyes look out tha window wit excitement, but mah mind still feels half asleep. Ah hear tha kids all round us gettin' tha bags an tha things Ah need for school an Ah realize Ah haven't moved. Ah put Trevor back in his tank an get everythang ready.

"Do you have everything? I don't want you to leave anything behind."

Ah nod an watch Jacklin pick up a weird lookin cage.

"I forgot to mention this, but this is my cat, Tiger."

Ah'm still gettin' Trevor's tank an bags set up.

"Ya have a cat? Mah pawpaw had a cat when Ah was young. He named it Mittens. Mittens' dead now."

Ah realize Ah probably shouldn't have brought tha up, but the words are already outta mah mouth.

"Is Tiger yer family's cat, or your cat?"

Ah stop a sec while Ah'm packin up everythang.

"How'd yer dad get a fancy job like that?"

"Oh. I wasn't aware that you didn't know. My father, Henry Gryffindor, is the descendent of Godric Gryffindor. Godric was one of the school's founders over 1000 years ago. Our family is one of the only wizard families who had every family member go to Hogwarts. There isn't a single non-magic user in our family tree which makes me pure blooded. Pureblooded families are so rare that they end up having a lot of power."

Ah jus blink at 'er. This girl's jus too fancy ta be nice ta me.

"That'd make ya a princess a some kind then."

She laughs a lil bit as we walk. Nicest laugh Ah've ever heard. Ah look at her and Ah see that she's smilein', too. First time Ah'd ever seen anyone smile so much. Ah start ta have tha warm, fuzzy feelin's like maybe this could... Ah look down at Trevor in his tank like he's readin' mah mind. He's lookin' at me wit his big, round eyes an that makes mah heart want ta melt.

"So if yer Godric's whatever many great-granddaughter does that mean ya gotta be in Gryffindor too?"

Ah see the way she's lookin at me an Ah wonder if Ah said somethin' only a dummy would say.

"Every descendent of Godric was sorted into that House. It isn't necessarily a rule that all members of the same family have to be in the same House though."

"Do ya think yer dad's gonna get mad if ya don't get inta that House?"

Ah see her stop an look a lil nervous.

"Well. Father wouldn't necessarily be angry. Even though there is a lot of expectations to be the next heir of Gryffindor, he never told me that I must be sorted in that House. Since my mother was only born and raised in Bulgaria, she never went to Hogwarts. They both just want me to be true to myself. But I will admit, I'm still nervous."

Ah nod as we keep walkin.

"Well either way Ah still wanna be in tha same one as you. We can go ta all the classes an' sit next ta each other at tha feasts."

Ah grab her hand and lead her off tha train, makin' sure Trevor stays in tha tank.

"Then I guess that means we need to be sorted in Gryffindor together."

Ah blush as Ah realize tha way Ah'm holdin' her hand makes it look like we're more than friends. Ah start ta get real worried. Should Ah let go? Should she? Ah don't want her to want ta let go. Ah'm startin' ta get real nervous. Ah'm startin ta get upset now.

"Fers years this way!"

Ah get a lil spooked by the loud noise an let go a Jacklin's hand. We follow tha other kids ta tha lake. We find an' board tha row boat an Ah hear tha real big guy at tha oars talkin' in a Scottish accent.

"This way, ya wee gawks."

We sit in tha boat an Ah look back ta see tha whole of tha castle. The clouds are startin' ta cover tha sun. It gets a little windier an' tha boat moves slowly twords tha docks.

"That’s the groundskeeper, Hagrid. He’s a half giant."

"A half giant? Ya mean he's like half human an half monster?"

Ah look at her to see if tha answer's on her face. She starts to giggle an Ah start ta get confused again. Was Ah bein' real stupid an a dummy jus' sayin' that?

"Hagrid’s not a monster. Stories about giants eating kids are just a myth. They have their own villages away from humans."

Ah stare an stare at tha oars as they creak an move back an forth in tha water. Ah see what she means now: Hagrid ain't some big ugly monster. Ah look up an can see tha kind face beneath tha scruff of tha beard an' the smile in tha eyes. We pull up ta tha shore an start gettin out the boat.

"That's the main entrance to the Hogwarts Castle. Just think, in a few minutes we’ll officially be Hogwarts students."

Mah heart starts ta beat faster now as tha weight of what's happenin now gets ta me. Ah'm real excited, too.

"How they plan on sortin us? Do we gotta take a test or somethin?"

Ah start lookin' a little scared at tha sound of tha school's huge doors swingin' open.

"No not at all. The Sorting Hat has been sorting students for over 1000 years. It was Godric's idea to put a spell on his hat so that it can read students thoughts."

Ah blink. Ya gotta be kiddin' me. Ah'm worried it's gonna read mah thoughts an' put me in tha dummy House.

"Everyone please hand your luggage to the porters and follow me. You will line up by last name once we get inside."

Ah hear an old lady talk an a group a people linin up. Ah give 'em mah bags, backpack an carefully pass 'em Trevor's tank. Ah see Jacklin walkin ahead a me an even though Ah ain't got a clue how ta spell Gryfdor, Ah know G comes before K. She's gotta be ahead a me in line.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, first years! I must tell you all that the forest surrounding the castle is forbidden due to the extreme amount of dangerous creatures within it. Also on behalf of the entire staff including our caretaker, Mr. Flich, I would like to inform you that a corridor in the Charms section of the 3rd floor is also forbidden. Unless you wish to die a most terrible death, I suggest you heed my warning."

An old man wit a long gray beard makes an announcement bout how this school's real dangerous. Before Ah can even get scared Ah see all the other kids an teachers stand up. They all start singin.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald, Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling, With some interesting stuff, For now they're bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we've forgot, Just do your best, we'll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot."

Ah have no idea why this' happenin. Ah hope Ah ain't gotta sing this one day. Too embarrassin.

"When I call your name please sit down on the stool. I will put the Sorting Hat on your head. When you have been sorted, please take a seat in your respective section."

Ah wait patiently wit all tha other kids as the old lady talks agin. She takes out the Sortin Hat an then the hat starts singin. Ah dunno why though.