#i wouldn't be too surprised if they drop an announcement in the future if things don't get better

[roquebr]

The Fury

Barcelona femeni x reader

Aitana Bonmáti x reader

Summary: When all seems lost, a turnaround can be more impressive.

The rocking of the bus gives me a slight feeling of relaxation, my headphones placed carelessly in my ears, with the sound at the highest volume, hoping to hide the prevailing noise of the place.

The youngest girls on the team are very excited about today's game, it's no surprise that we are heading towards the first leg of the Champions League semi-final, simply the biggest European championship. So it's not surprising when some of them are sitting on their benches with greater concentration than the other side, which is a mess.

Everyone has their own way of preparing, mine being to ignore everyone around me as much as possible until we get to the changing rooms, music being my escape point, I always turn to Brazilian music to be my company during these moments, it's a way of feel close to home.

— Meto o chapéu na cabeça ela perde a cabeça e me fala assim... – When the song approaches the chorus, I feel a nudge on my shoulders, I pause the song and look at the intruder who disturbed me and then I relax, yeah Alexia, she knows about my pre-game ritual and I know she wouldn't disturb me for nothing.

—Hey Ale, allright?

— Yes, sorry to bother you, but we've already arrived at the stadium and the girls are already coming down.

— I lost track, I'm going too, I'm just going to get my things — I give a small smile, thanking him for his kindness.

— I see you're a little out of tune, is everything okay? – He places one of his free hands on my shoulder, with the other holding his belongings. I don't know how she manages to balance everything like that, if it were me, my cell phone would definitely be broken on the floor by now.

— Yes, I'm just concentrating on the game, you know how it is, right?

— I understand, but if you need anything you can talk to me. – I don't answer, stopping myself from just returning a kind look.

We continued walking towards the changing rooms, greeting the workers as I passed.

I know that this nervousness is not just because of the game, but because of the desire to show more than my best on the field, having arrived at the club just under a year ago, coming straight as a standout on the Ferroviária, I knew that from the beginning I had to show more than I expected.

I've had a strong presence in many of the 37 unbeaten games played so far, I've been a regular starter, but apparently I'm not good enough to start today.

As soon as Jona announced who would start before we got on the bus, my spirits immediately dropped, I know he decided the lineup thinking about preserving some prominent athletes for possible future changes of keys, but that doesn't negate my feeling of incompetence to start on the bench.

We arrive at the locker room and I immediately head to my cubicle, my headphones that have been stored for a long time no longer deprive me of Rosalía's loud voice that emanates from the absurdly loud speaker in my ears.

I change calmly, but I decide not to wear socks or football boots for now, I'm going to interpret this as a protest for being on the bench today, a bit childish I know.

I sigh and lean my head against the wall, where my game t-shirt used to hang, I watch my happy teammates as they transform and sway to the beat of the music.

I saw my girlfriend of 1 year, we met in October 2022 at Ballon D'or, I went to the event as Marta's guest after telling her in a free conversation that I would like to have the experience of going.

We talked for just over a month and soon we were dating, excited, right, but the feeling was intense and it happened, at first it was difficult because of the distance because I was in Brazil and she was in Spain, but we got through it together, whenever I could I went to visit her. there. Unfortunately, she never managed to go to Brazil, but I will resolve that during our next “vacation”.

Jona arrives in the locker room and starts his usual motivational talk, honestly I don't feel like listening to anything, with my mind confused I just focus on going to the bench.

Sit next to Alexia with Lucy on the other side, the traditional song of the champions plays bringing a smile to my face, regardless of my wounded pride, every time this anthem plays I can't help but get emotional, it's a dream that becomes childhood reality.

The first half of the game was somewhat disappointing, Barça put pressure on Chelsea's marking but unfortunately the defense did not give in, in the 39th minute came the beginning of our fall, taking advantage of a passing error from Irene that gave Chelsea close possession of the ball. to the area, making a respectable exchange of passes until he found a partner in the area, he deceived Keira's marking and passed to Cuthbert who wasted no time in scoring. We came out at half-time with 1-0 to Chelsea.

The atmosphere in the dressing room is very different to when we arrived, the totally dead Barcelona vibe contradicts the emotion I normally feel, word after word, motivation after motivation, all falling on my deaf ears as each teammate seemed focused on acquiring each lyric. said by him.

With a wave of his hand, Jona takes me aside to talk.

— YN, where are your boots?

— It's in the bank, Jona.

He sighs lightly in annoyance, the stress in his shoulders is visible.

— Look, I know you're disappointed that I didn't start today, but please put your boots on, I'll be with you on the field in about 10 minutes.

— Great Jona, I'll put it on.

Returning to the second half, a little more excited, I ask one of the physiotherapists there to put a bandage on my ankle, Sophia is her name, as I injured my ankle during the game I always put a bandage on it to avoid future injuries.

After Sophia finishes, I put on my socks and football boots, I kiss each shin guard before putting them on.

The second half began, Barça had difficulty getting into the game, then a penalty was awarded in our favor, we celebrated along with the cheers of the fans, this would be our chance to continue in the game.

The referee goes to the Var and immediately cancels the penalty, apparently the referee interprets that Salma's offside hinders the defender, nonsense if I may say so.

At 63 minutes Jona makes 2 substitutions, bringing Alexia and Lucy. Ingrid and Ona sit next to me, respectively tired and disappointed with their performances, I give both thighs a comforting squeeze.

I wait anxiously at the edge of my bench for a while, waiting for the moment when Jona replaces me. In the 74th minute, when Ramirez, Chelsea's striker, missed the chance to expand, my heart almost exploded. Patri managed to disrupt her position well, although he still let her to finish the shot.

— Jonas!! – He doesn’t even turn around in recognition.

— Que saco mano. – I go down towards him who was on the side of the field. — Jona, am I going in now?

— Be patient, YN, go to warm up.

A frown appears on my face, but I do as I'm told, not before kicking the water bottle nearby. My companions give me sympathetic looks, which makes me more stressed.

At 78 minutes, the assistant coach says I'm ready and Jona calls me to the sidelines next to him.

— Listen to me, we need you now in this field, are you ready for this challenge. – She pauses only to give the numbers to the fourth referee who is preparing the replacement panel. — We need to decide this game at home, with our fans who came here to watch us play, with courage and love when we enter the field. I know you are ready for this challenge, show who you are and what you came for.

I can't find words, so I just listen, shaking my head with a determined look. I take the place of Mariona, who wishes me good luck, running to my position, passing my girlfriend, blinking and returning to focus on the game.

Time: 80m

In a quick run down the wing, Frido sends it to Caro who tries to finish, the goalkeeper saves but the rebound goes straight to my side, I don't miss the opportunity and send it into the goal. I see Salma grab the ball so we can restart the game, I run back to position, jumping and calling the fans to play together.

Time: 83m

Patri intercepts the ball in midfield, passes it to Aitana who dribbles the opponent, leaving her mistaken, I ask for the ball and soon receive it. I notice that the goalkeeper's left corner is free, I prepare my leg and take a strong low shot, I see the ball roll quickly as the goalkeeper tries to launch himself too late, then you see the net ripple. We changed the course of the game, but it's still not enough.

Time: 85m

Aitana is having an impressive run taking advantage of Chelsea's neglect, a defender in front of her, with options like me on the left and Caro on the right, with Salma right behind. Aita rolls the ball to me, I take a slight touch to the right and shoot with confidence, the ball takes a threatening curve and soon falls into the net, surprising the goalkeeper.

Now I allow myself to celebrate, I run close to the flag post and slide down on my knees, my teammates hugging me and pulling me everywhere, the euphoria was so much that it felt like we had won the Champions League right there. I felt like crying, I scored my first hat-trick in the Champions League

Time: 88m

We receive a free kick after the Chelsea player almost grabbed Aitana trying to take the ball away from her, Salma takes the free kick which hits Lucy's head, who aims the ball towards the goalkeeper's box. She came spinning through the air, landing perfectly at my feet, I beautifully pushed her towards the goal and fell into the hug. With every second that passed the crowd became louder and louder, if possible.

Time: 90m

The gas had not passed, it was getting stronger and stronger, now with a considerable advantage, we preferred to send the team back. Keeping score is crucial for the second leg in England. Although we are currently more focused on defense, that doesn't stop us from also attacking at every opportunity. The team's confidence increased and we played calmer, making more passes and remaining calm when under pressure.

Caro has the ball on the right wing, looks up and sees the perfect opportunity to cross.

Caro's always necessary crossing makes things easier for me, I wait for her to reach the right height before jumping and sending the bike, when I fall backwards onto the grass my pain is numbed by a very loud vibration coming from the stadium.

Barely having time for anything else, I run towards the small Chelsea fans present in the stadium, stop in front of them and place both hands on my waist, with an arrogant posture, soon my teammates come to me in pure euphoria. Many compliments reach my ears, I allow myself to embrace them as much as possible before we have to return to the starting position.

9 minutes of extra time were allowed, nothing else impressive happened during this period, the 3 characteristic whistles were heard. There were many celebrations after we greeted the rival team. I head towards the referee team who hands me the ball.

Jona hugs me congratulating me on a successful game, the team soon arrives and gives me the idea of throwing myself into the air, I try to run away but I'm not fast enough, after the desperate seconds pass I run to the fans, my spirits were high today.

I ask a member of the coaching staff to hold my ball for me, while I jump into the arms of the crowd, doing my best to sign and take as many photos with everyone as possible, the only limit being the barrier.

I feel an arm go around my waist as I sign a Mapí fan t-shirt. I look to the side and see that it is Aitana, who is already looking at me with her beautiful smile on her face, her bright eyes remind me of the constellations.

I can't help but smile with her, our passionate looks betrayed our enormous passion for each other, which doesn't go unnoticed by the public, to everyone's euphoria and my poor heart, she stands on tiptoe and gives a long kiss to the my lips. , fireworks light up in my belly.

Soon the photo of that moment would be published on many pages, one of them was the official Barça account, and certainly on many fan pages that would blow up my cell phone with notifications.

But I couldn't care less, I played an impressive game and had my girl in my arms, could I ask for more than that?.

!!The inspiration for the character to score 5 goals in 10 minutes came from Lewa, when he played for Bayern he did this feat, so I thought “why not put that in the fic?”!" ... sorry for any mistakes, english is not my main language

[melminli]

teachers pet - by melanie martinez

pairing: young coriolanus snow x fem. reader

summery - if i'm so special, why am i secret?

word count: 2k+

contains: student coryo (academy is basically a uni), teacher reader, age gap (coryo is in his early twenties while the reader is somewhere in her thirties), teacher x student relationships, dark themes, cheating (reader is married), mommy issues, manipulating, blackmailing

The life of a nerd didn't look as bad as it was portrayed in movies or books. However, it must be said that Coriolanus Snow had neither the stereotypical look nor behavior of a nerd, which may have been the reason why he was hardly treated like one. He had only the best, the good grades of a model student, the popularity of a popular student, and the good looks of a young man his age.

Cute girls queued up to get a chance with him since he seemed like a dream. In a world full of boys, he was a gentleman, a young man with a secure future. Some of his classmates would joke that he would be the future president of Panem, although they always had a slightly confident undertone while saying that. To be honest, no one would be surprised if he would be someday.

"Come on, Coriolanus! Let's go for a drink, you're never coming with us!" Complained the voice of some side character. "I'm sure you have a good chance with most of the girls in the bar - or boys. Whatever you like, I don't judge." He joked, and Clemensia hit him on the shoulder with her fist to warn him to take it down a notch.

She spoke in his place. "Leave him be. He's not into that sort of thing. I'm sure he'd rather spend his time doing more productive things." A slight grin stretched across her features. "Maybe you should try that sometime. Perhaps then you wouldn't fail half the subjects."

Festus interrupted the conversation as he walked past the group. "Come on, Clemmie. Leave the poor guy alone. We're students. It's normal to go partying every now and then." His eyes looked somewhat defiantly at Coriolanus. "You only live once. There's no need to waste it."

Alcoholics and drug addicts use the same excuse, stupid idiot. Coriolanus had enough of this whole interaction. It was time to wrap it up. "Of course, and everyone is free to live this life the way they want." He said with a falsely charming smile when he finally got a chance to speak. "I'm afraid I don't have much time either, I'm already in demand elsewhere."

Unfortunately for him, Arachne couldn't hold her tongue and had to carry on the conversation. "And so late on a Wednesday, too? Don't tell me our teacher's pet is in trouble. Has Mrs. Lola finally realized that you're just trying to get better grades with your flirting, and she doesn't actually have a chance with the pretty boy?" She joked as she mentioned the older woman who was getting closer to retirement with each passing year.

But her comment didn't make the intended person bitter, but Festus, who had to grit his teeth in annoyance. "Can't believe that shit works. I complimented her the other day, and she gave me a look like she was cursing me and the rest of my bloodline." He sighed. "I don't even want kids."

Coriolanus was getting impatient. If at least Sejanus was here, he could cover for him enough to leave, but no, they didn't share every damn course there was. He couldn't believe that this bothered him somehow. "No. Actually, I have asked to speak with Mrs. Rosey regarding her assigned homework." He announced, mentioning your name.

His pretty literature teacher. The only woman he wanted.

The eyes of the person who had started the whole thing in the first place lit up briefly. Coriolanus didn't bother to remember his name. "Oh, she's that one young teacher, isn't she?" He asked. The title wasn't really that hard to get since most of the teachers at the academy were dinosaurs. "She's pretty hot, I regret dropping literature man, but at the end of the day it's just an unnecessary course that requires extra work."

Okay, now Coriolanus was not only annoyed but also angry and had to stop himself from looking too passionate. "Right, see you tomorrow." He quickly said goodbye and paid no further attention to what the others were saying as he made his way to the teachers' lounge. He quickly fixed his tie and hair before knocking on the door. Fortunately, he didn't meet anyone else in the corridors who wasted his time unnecessarily. His patience was getting thin, and he didn't think he had enough of it to make him exchange more false smiles and words.

"Come in..." He heard your muffled voice call through the door before he slowly opened it, and his eyes immediately turned to your table. You, too, looked up from the papers in front of you and met his figure as you turned your chair to the side. "Mr. Snow, you said you had a question about the assignment I gave you."

There was a step between you two, but your voice still felt close. Maybe it was because you two were the only ones in the room since it was pretty late. Now that Coriolanus was looking down at your figure, you looked quite exhausted and seemed barely able to keep your eyes open. Judging by your desk, you were in the middle of correcting last week's quiz, but he doubted that was the only thing you were working on. Your usually well-groomed appearance was a little more disheveled. There were strands of hair peeking out from various places, and the first few buttons of your shirt were undone. "You never called me." Was all he said as he watched you avoid his gaze.

Your tongue licked over your dry lips as you searched for the right words. "I don't think that has anything to do with the assignment." You replied. Maybe my mistake was, hoping he had a question in the first place. "I'm not going to talk about other matters, I'm busy." You tried to explain to him.

Coriolanus laughed in disbelief. He placed his coat and bag on the chair next to him before leaning back against your table. "Oh, please. I can understand you wanting to keep our special time a secret, but don't try to deny it." He spat out, placing his hand on the papers to stop you from continuing to work on it. "Do you regret the things we shared, huh? Don't lie to me."

You met his gaze after you sighed. "Look, Mr. Snow. I'm sure you'll understand me when I tell you that you should rather concentrate on your studies, don't you think?"

His jaw tightened further as you continued to skillfully evade his questions. As if you didn't care at all, as if you didn't care about him. He was fully aware that what he was getting into was something short-term, but he still wouldn't allow you to throw him away as easily as trash. "Oh, so it's Mr. Snow now? What happened to Coryo."

You stood up so you could speak to him at eye level. Coriolanus has always been a bit more clingy with you. You expected no less, and yet it didn't make this whole procedure any less difficult. "Look, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I'm married, and you know that." You tried to work through the situation. You grabbed his arms to comfort him with your touch. "There are so many young girls out there who want you. I'm so much older than you, and I'm also your teacher. From the beginning, this was something that wouldn't last."

He shook his head. "I don't care about them. It's you I want, please. Only you." He begged, and this time, he was the one who grabbed your arms to stop you from leaving, from leaving him. Coriolanus could see in your eyes how his desperation couldn't convince you, and he wished it would. Not only because he wanted to, but also so that he wouldn't have to resort to other methods, but you left him no other choice. "It would be a scandal if the whole thing came out, don't you think?"

You just sighed tiredly when he didn't let you go. "Sweetie..."

He softened a little at the pet name, but that didn't stop him. "No, you can't just use me until you're satisfied and then dispose of me. I will tell everyone and you know that as a teacher you will be in a position where people will accuse you of taking advantage of me." He explained as he pushed you between him and the desk while he watched the look of irritation on your face. His one hand came up to gently stroke your cheek, but his true intentions were visible through the strong grip on your arm. "And of course, you can try to tell the truth or try to defend yourself, but you know who they're more likely to believe."

He hadn't only pushed your body in a corner anymore. "So what? We're going to keep doing this until you're satisfied and let me go." You asked, seeing no long-lasting result.

That was your mistake. It hadn't been long since you'd been married, so Coriolanus was aware that you hadn't changed your surname. He liked that about you. He liked the sound of Rosey, and he too wanted to hold you like a little pretty rose in his grasp. "Yes. Except I won't let you go. Ever." he said with a slightly dreamy look.

You dared to disagree. "Mr. Snow - " you began, but changed your tone when you saw him grimace angrily and tighten his grip on your arm. " - Coryo, look. You're a smart boy, and yes, I enjoyed our time together, but it's not right that - "

" - I love you, and if it's wrong, then I don't want to be right. Why can't you understand that already? I know I'm young, but I'm not naive, so don't talk to me like I am." He spat out in annoyance and finally reached the end of his patience. His eyes glanced briefly next to you at the table where the sheets of paper were now messely scattered around. It seemed you were in the process of correcting his. how convenient. his hand grabbed it and held it in front of you. "Let's play a little game. If I pass this quiz, you'll give me something I want."

Your eyes didn't move from his. You knew you had to play along whether you wanted to or not, and you didn't seem to get far with values and morals. You doubted you would do it at all with him. "And what do you want?" You asked him simply.

He leaned closer to you. "A kiss."

You met his eyes and took the paper from his hand without even glancing at it. "You passed." You confirmed and pulled him into a soft kiss.

This is how he liked you. When you touched him tenderly like now and stroked his hair lovingly. Coriolanus only felt like this with you. Do you think he wouldn't have tried to get away from you? He did, first with several girls who just wanted him to give and give and he hated that they just took from him and thought it was enough if they just stood pretty next to him or leaned back and spread their legs. Hated them, and so he tried women who were older than him and then women who had the same color eyes as you, some who smiled like you and then some whose voice was similar to yours. He liked those the most because with them, he could just close his eyes and imagine it was you.

Then he finally got tired of just imagining it, and once he had a taste of what might be, there was no going back to his old ways.

"I love you." He finally said as you ended the kiss and he leaned his forehead against yours while his hands wrapped around yours. "Don't ever think about leaving me again and don't make me out to be crazy for wanting you."

What am I supposed to do with you, little snowflake, now that you don't melt away? "All right, Coryo, I won't." You just replied and saw no point in arguing with him anymore. You knew him well enough to know how possessive and dominant he could get. However, you liked him more when he was dependent on you and sought your approval. "But be good and a little nicer to me, will you?" You said and squeezed his hands. "Because if I wanted some stupid man who was full of himself, I'd go to my husband."

He nodded quickly, giving in easily now that it was clear that he had you. "Of course, anything you want. I'll do anything you want." He spoke and took your hand in his up to place a kiss on it. "All you have to do is ask for it."

Coriolanus would take care of your useless husband. You wouldn't need him when you were going to marry him soon.

[kimingyuslover]

Photographs

synopsis : wonwoo's heartbreaks.

word count : 1,123

pairing : wonwoo x fem!reader.

genre : angst.

warnings : TEARS, TEARS & TEARS hehehe, wonwoo's kind of an asshole(???), mingyu makes appearances, Seojun & Junseo are twins (your sons), mom!reader.

a.n : ik the poll says fluff, but i can't ignore this idea t__t

“If you don't want this, you can just tell me, but i'm not going to give up on them” said you as you hold your tears from falling to your lap, you know there's consequence for your doing and you're okay with that, you're ready to handle the responsibility.

Although you're still at fault for this, so does wonwoo. this wouldn't happen if both of you were in your right state of mind that night.

You're willing to give anything for this, whereas wonwoo not. Having kids, especially before the marriage, was never on his luck calendar, so you announcing this to him was such a surprise.

“I think,” there's a pregnant pause in his words, but you already promised yourself that what happens today will determine your future.

“I think we should break things up” he finally finishes his line.

You felt like there's a sharp knife running through your chest, your breath felt heavy, and your eyes started to get more wet.

“Okay then, i'll be gone in the morning”

You got up from the couch, heading towards your shared bedroom to take your personal belongings. You packed half of your things yesterday, just in case your nightmare comes true, and tonight, it does.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

Wonwoo woke up from his deep slumber, unaware of anything. The only difference he felt was he's not sleeping in your bedroom, he's sleeping on the couch, which caused his back to be in pain.

His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw the bedroom empty.

The only thing he saw on your bed was the little note, a note that you wrote days prior.

To my dearest, wonwoo

hi, wonwoo

you'll probably see this when i'm gone. I wrote this long before you knew about them. I don't mind if you don't want them, but I want to keep the babies.

I've already imagined your rejection in my head, and every time it comes, my heart hurts.

I really thought we're endgame, but that's only in my mind, isn't it? When I first saw them, I almost didn't believe it.

Me, too, am scared to be a parent, but we have to pay the price for our happiness, right?

I love you, Jeon wonwoo.

When this note passes to you (i'm hoping it's not) i'll just hope you'll find someone better, who fits into your categories of women, and is not dumb enough to be pregnant with your babies.

sincerely & with love,

your (ex?)girlfriend, y/n

A single tear drops from his right eyes, and the argument from the night before comes to his mind.

His sharp intonation, sarcasm, hurtful words that we swear he would never throw at you, and the b word that he never wants to say to you.

Suddenly, everything became as clear as the sky yesterday.

[ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ]

“Junseo, Seojun! Next time, wait for Mommy if you want to cross, okay? I'm so worried for both of you!” you said to your sons as they looked at the ground beneath their feet.

Guilty start building up their body, and tears start gathering on their eyes.

“Mommy sorry, I'm sorry, let's go walking again, okay?” you said to them as you put your hand on Seojun's left cheek and the other on Junseo's right cheek.

They nod at you before telling you that they're sorry and won't let it happen again, which caused you to hug them tightly.

The three of you want to go to a museum near your hotel.

There's a new museum that will be opened for the first time for the public to see, and it's a photography museum, there'll be the owner of the museum there too, considering that this is their grand opening.

You circled around the photos with a glass of champagne being served by the waiter there with junseo on your left and seojun on your right.

You feel your knees are stuck on the floor below you. There's a photograph of your last vacation photo with wonwoo, before the announcement, before the night gets messy.

You read the description.

Kim

my greatest, painful love, first and last love

06-06-26 There were 11 days left until my birthday, but I made my greatest mistake and regret.

“Mommy? Why are you looking so sad?” One of the five years old asks you. He can see the way your eyes start to widen in disbelief.

Him and his twins are concerned about you, so Junseo decided to ask you.

Realising you're still with your sons, you wipe your tears that threaten to spill anytime soon.

You smile at them and give them a peck on each forehead, then tell them that you're okay.

Your eyes dart to the next photograph, a silhouette of a woman.

Seojun and Junseo make a silent discussion. You're taken aback when Seojun said

“Isn't this you, Mommy?”

You read the description again.

Kim II

I've found the love of my life in you, my greatest desire.

It's the same.

You remember it, this has been wonwoo's homepage wallpaper on his computer since he took it a month before the incident.

Your breaths are now shallow, and when you start to feel dizzy, someone catches you, just on time.

“my love! Are you okay? Do you want to go home?” You heard a familiar voice behind you.

Mingyu's voice sounds so concerned. This does not happen often to you. Mingyu's now asking about a doctor who maybe could help you.

A middle-aged woman came forward and started to help you breathe.

Wonwoo gets confused when he sees a lot of people surrounding a spot in his museum, so he wants to check it.

Wonwoo halts his action when he sees you, well and alive, with a man beside you, and there's two little boys around you.

He feels his eyes getting soaked. You really didn't give up on them 5 years ago. They're here, on his exhibit.

His heart breaks when he sees you and them. The guilt is still there even after all these years.

Wonwoo knows what's behind you. It's a photograph of memory of you before the breakdown.

This whole exhibit was presented to you, his muse.

Wonwoo didn't even get to tell his messages that he kept for you to hear because when you get back up on your feet, you start to walk out.

“Honey, do you want to go to the hospital nearby?” The man beside you asks, a little bit loud because wonwoo still can hear it.

“No need, love, let's just go back to our hotel room, come on babies” you ushered Mingyu, Junseo, and Seojun.

Yes, wonwoo breaks his heart again.

All those heartbreaks were all his fault.

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

This is the most useless random writing bit but it was an idea and I had to do it. Gosh why are there so many characters though. XD

Link's Favorite Item

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The group of Links had settled for the night, settled by a fire. Smith prodded it occasionally, ensuring it stayed bright and fed. Glider sat beside it, eyes halfway to glazing over as they watched the flickering flames. Sky seemed halfway to dozing off while Wind and Forest had started some sort of silent face making contest. While Ordon and the Spirit had left to walk around the campsite.

Rinku was working on a device of some sort, ratcheting pieces of metal together with furrowed brows. The Engineer was watching intently, eyes wide with wonder and curiosity. Rinku ignored him in favor of her focus on the work.

"Say..." Hope started as he propped himself against Rinku's back. She glanced up momentarily to glare forward. Sky stifled a laugh. "What's everyone's favorite tools of the trade?" He asked, grinning. "I'll go first. Best thing to exist is the Magical Sword."

"That's boring, anything other than a sword or shield!" chimed Wind, hands moving sharp and quick.

Hope stuck his tounge out at him and he laughed. She sighed, thinking for a moment longer, "The Clock, then. ...man I miss the clocks."

Forest tilted his head, squinting, "Why are clocks important for you?"

"Oh, they stopped time for a bit. I could just do whatever until moving on. It was nice."

"Where did you get THAT?" Forest demanded.

"Monsters dropped em" Hope shrugged, "OK Rinku's turn." Forest gaped at the redirection, clearly still wanting to interrogate him about the time stopping clocks.

Rinku huffed, "Too many and too many different reasons for them to decide."

"Oh come onnnnn," Hope whined, "Pick the first one that comes to mind!"

She glanced down at what she was working on and raised the half done device. "Switch Hook."

"Oh!" The Engineer gasped, "That sounds cool."

"What's a switch hook do?" Sky asked, leaning to look.

"You switch places with what you shoot with the hook." She shrugged, "I lost my old one. I'm trying to make a new one..."

"Absolutely incredible, you must be brilliant" Hope cheered, leaning his face close to hers. Rinku's face flushed, and she shoved a hand in his face making him squawk.

Engie giggled and spoke up, "Can I count my train?"

"HA, if I can't pick my sword, you can't pick your train. We all know you're the train kid."

Engie sighed, pouting as he thought some more.

"Hyoi Pear!!" Wind offered with a grin. He signed, "I can use them to control seagulls."

Rinku snapped her attention to him with wide eyes, "Excuse me?"

"That's my thing." Hope complained lightly.

"The seagulls don't mind it too much. They're mostly there for the free food." Wind said, "Plus, who wouldn't wanna fly around like a bird."

Sky nodded sagely, and Smith shook their head quickly.

"Okay, okay, I've got it." Engineer announced, "The whip!"

Several heads turned toward Engineer with varying levels of surprise and confusion.

"...What?" He muttered awkwardly, "It's a good multi-use tool. I could attach it to wood bars some birds would hold to, and it'd fly me around. Wind's thing reminded me of it."

"Ohhhh" whispered Glider.

"I expected some sort of high-tech future gadget..." mumbled Forest with a slight pout.

"I'm the one with those." Glider said with a laugh, "My favorite is the slate. Of course."

"Yeah, you're so obsessed with the thing you won't let anybody else touch it." Rinku mumbled.

"It's important and I don't need anybody messing with the settings." They huffed.

"Favorite part of the slate then." Forest demanded, smiling.

Glider hummed, leaning backward and looking at the sky. "Bombs." He concluded.

"Bombs? Dang it! I should've gone with bombs." Hope complained.

"Endless bombs."

"You can't be serious." Smith said.

"No way!" Forest shouted.

"Oh come, on why is all your stuff so cool." Engineer grumbled.

"On Hylia, how-?" Sky whispered.

"Who’s helping me steal that thing?" Wind laughed.

Rinku shook her head, though she gave a very inquisitive look at the slate.

Glider laughed, "Still not letting any of you touch it."

"Well, excuseee us for being interested in the most interesting thing you have."

"What about you, Sky? You mentioned that your time had ancient tech, too." Glider deflected.

"Oh! Er. Well there's the Beetle."

"A bug?" Smith asked, raising a brow.

"It's like a flying machine?" He scratched his head, and gestured to show its size, "it's shaped like a beetle and it gives me a view of what it sees and can pick things up."

"Now I want to see it," Glider said with a light pout.

"Can we?" Rinku asked, tilting her head.

"I don't have it with me... I would've if I knew I was going to wind up traveling across- well. Everywhere." Sky chuckled, shrugging.

"Well, I like the Pegasus boots." Smith offered, stomping on the ground twice to showcase the boots he was wearing.

"Oh those are useful," Rinku said with a nod.

"Or- well actually maybe the fire rod..." He mumbled, eyes flickering red. Va shook his head, frowning, eyes turning green, "Actually, the roc cape was really useful... fighting a wind mage and all..... or no! No," blue overtook green with a gesture of his fist, "The power bracelet!"

"OH just pick one!" Hope huffed. Rinku reached up to flick his ear. Hope squeaked, finally leaning up off her.

"They were all useful for different things!" Smith complained, sighing. "Hmm. I guess my favorite thing as a kid was the Kinstones."

"What are those?" Forest asked.

"They're magic tokens that you could match with people, and lucky things would happen.... they were a bit of a fad," Smith said with a shrug.

"Ohhhh that sounds fun." Engie mumbled. "I like matching games."

"What about matching games?" Ordon's voice picked up. Hero's Spirit followed after and settled to float beside Sky, tilting their head.

"Hope asked us what our favorite items were." Sky explained.

"Smith got magic stones to match with other people in his time!" Engineer said.

"Oh! Sounds interesting."

"What's your favorite?" asked Forest.

"Oh, hm." Ordon muttered, brows pinched "Fishing rod?" He offered tentatively.

"What?" Hope spat, "I know you're a fluffy farm dog, but at least pick something worthy of adventuring with!"

"Fishing is just fine of a thing to like," Rinku defended with a light glare back at Hope.

"Oh no I can think of something more adventurous," Ordon mumbled, "eh....the Dominion Rod was fun?"

"What does it do?" Wind asked.

"Let me control certain statues. Mostly just walk em around." He said, "not the most generalizable tool, but fun."

"You are. So boring." Hope muttered.

"Y'all are welcome." Ordon said with a smile.

The group giggled.

"I think other than the Spirit, the only one who hasn't answered now is Forest."

"Oh! Oh..." Forest frowned, pensive as he considered. "Well."

"No pressure, really," Sky said with a light smile.

Forest crossed his arms, "No, I know it. It's the Ocarina." He said eventually. "It is the single most important tool throughout the entire time I've traveled."

Hero glanced at him, their face changing to look like Forest, then an older version of him. Then they flickered to look like a much younger Smith, and a small pink haired Rinku, and back to their self. "Ocarinas tend to be important, don't they?"

"Why do you say that?" Engineer asked, glancing at Smith and Rinku.

"Oh, they just. Keep coming up in my head." They shifted to look like Engineer, clad in green, then Sky and eventually Hope, small and pensive, "Musical instruments in general, really."

A small quiet pause settled through the space. Hope, the usual one to interrupt silence, stared at the echo of his smaller self.

"Huh." Glider eventually huffed, just to fill the space. "Actually, Hero, what about you? Out of all the things you can recall, what's your favorite item?"

The Hero shook their head to clear their mind, shifting back to normal. "Oh boy. I don't really know I- ....wait. Why did so many of you have boomerangs? They're not even useful half the time."

A flurry of noise broke out at once. Rinku snorted. Hope flailed his arms, complaining as if it was a stupid question. Engineer and Wind both laughed. Ordon mumbled something about monkeys and fairies that only Sky seemed to have paid attention to, eyes going wide. Glider just shrugged.

Ultimately, Hero never really answered the question.

[lady-of-ladies]

A long time ago, Crown Princess Rhaenyra visited the Riverlands looking for a possible husband. No man was chosen that day. Even though almost all men came to offer their own hand in marriage, Forrest was the one who left being known as "Fool Frey".

Sabitha saw Forrest from a distance, the opportunity to meet the Crown Princess was so rare that Sabitha accompanied her own brother to ask for the princess' hand and being rejected afterwards.

She never knew why they called Forrest a fool. He acted kindly and politely when the princess declined him.

She was surprised when her father announced Sabitha would become his wife instead. They got betrothed while she was eighteen, soon to marry after her nineteen name day.

On her wedding day she felt anxious but never scared. But once their wedding night passed she felt relief.

Their marriage wasn't proven fertile until two years later:

Birth is considered a woman's work. No-one expected Forrest to show up. Only her midwife and the maester were inside the room. But a murder attempt changed it really quickly.

— You are NOT killing me like an animal! —Sabitha said while she was holding on to the knife in her hand.

— Your hips are too narrow! It's necessary to cut so the babe can come out.

She screamed in pain. The contraptions came faster and stronger each time. After the maester proposed to cut her open and take the baby out, Sabitha grabbed the knife from his hands and tried to stab him, but a contraption stopped her before she could succeed.

Forrest entered the room, covered in sweat from running. And look at Sabitha covered in blood, being screamed at by the maester.

— Tell him he's crazy! Who would do that? You said the baby would come out easily! —Sabitha wasn't used to crying, yet she was pouring out.

— I know what's best for the babe! You're a mad woman. Now, obey and lay in bed!

— Silence! — Forrest finally interrupted. Sabitha never saw him so furious. She dropped the knife in shock.

« What's happening? » Forrest asked, the midwife was about to say something when Sabitha noticed the maester pushed her towards the bed and took the knife.

— Her body is too weak for childbirth. Her hips are too narrow. If I don't cut her now the child may die. The babe may be dead because of her indifference.

— He wants to kill me! — Sabitha screamed while hiding behind her midwife.

— Unfortunate, but necessary. You can remarry my Lord.

Forrest punched the maester in the face.

— You are not killing my wife over a child you said may not be even alive. Guards! Seized him! — Forrest arrested the maester for attempted murder and executed him three days later.

Her midwife helped her deliver a boy a few hours later. Both mother and son survived the evening, for the maester's indignation.

After such experience, Sabitha asked for no maester during any future birth. Forrest promised it wouldn't happen.

Driven by guilt, Forrest let her get away with a lot of things: she started riding on her own, she ruled a side of the Twins. Helping him with paperwork and hosting the several visitors that often crossed the Twins.

He even ignored the rumors about her and defended her in public.

« No, I'm not envious she has female friends. You are an idiot to look so much into it. »

Her kisses with Forrest tasted like duty. Yet women's lips were sweet and soft, and Sabitha discovered herself wishing to brush her lips against the many Ladies who came across the Crossing more often than not.

[queen--kenobi]

AITA for reminding my future wife (18F) that I love her?

Throwaway account because I don't trust her stalker not to find this and use it as proof I'm a bad person 🙄

I (19M) have been in love with this girl, E, since we were young. I even told one of my older brothers, we'll call him Tyw, I was gonna marry her and that E and I were destined to be like him and his late wife were. She knows this. We talked about our wedding when we were 14 and 15.

When she turned 16, she started acting real cold around me, and I don't understand what I did. It doesn't matter because I'm going to marry her, but it bothered me a little. I just chalked it up to her getting really early wedding jitters. I decided to go ahead and plan our wedding so she wouldn't have to worry about a thing.

When she turned 17 she started talking to one of our mutual friends, D (19M). We're a close-knit community so everyone knows everyone. I thought it was just her trying to make me jealous so I just stopped talking to her for several months. I don't play petty games. Anyway, I couldn't take not talking to her so when Tyw went to go check on her family and their business (they work for us), I tagged along. I talked to her, and I told her as soon as she turned 18 she'd officially be mine. It shouldn't have been a surprise; we'd been talking about it for going on 4 years now. She acted like I'd slapped her. I also told her dad I was gonna propose, and he got super mad at me. E has always been a Daddy's girl so maybe that's why she got weird on me? I don't know why her dad doesn't like me, it's not like I did anything to him. I may have taken teasing his youngest, and E's younger brother R(14M) too hard, but that's it! I don't know what her dad's problem is.

Anyway, about 3 months before E turned 18 she ran away from home with D. At first I thought D kidnapped her! Naturally me and my brothers picked D up and questioned him. We did rough him up a bit, but like. I thought he kidnapped my future wife, I was totally justified! Tyw found a train ticket D left, and it was to the biggest city in our state. The only reason I didn't go right away was because another one of my brothers, Tyl, lives in that ciry. He could protect her if needed.

We roughed D up a bit more, and I guess we killed him at some point? I mean he deserved it because he forced my wife to leave me so idc.

I will say I might have taken it too far when I flayed him before we dropped him off at home. In my defense we brand all the guys who work for us. It's a cultural thing so you can't get mad at me it's totally normal here. Besides they know what they're in for we've been doing this forever. Plus, it's an honor to get it. I didn't flay him entirely, I just removed his brand because he didn't deserve it anymore, on account of him being a traitor.

R, her younger brother, turned 14 that week. He's a hard worker and his family has always listened to mine, so my brothers and I decided to give him the brand early. He was the youngest to get it.

I wrote E letters telling her all of this. My brother Tyl delivered them, although he refused to tell me where she lives. Sometimes I think he has a thing for her? Not the point. It does bother me, though. E never responded to any of my letters. Tyl eventually told me she probably didn't want to hear from me because I killed D. If I could explain myself in person, I knew she'd forgive me!

The day before her birthday I had Tyl make arrangements for me, her, and him to go to lunch. I wanted to surprise her and show her that I was serious about marrying her and making it work. I took a train to her city. I eventually found out where she worked. It was weird, two rando brothers (Ae and Aem) were hanging off her arm! I really didn't loke the way Aem was looking at her. I'm pretty sure he was stalking her because he was following her everywhere. I also heard he'd announced she was under his protection? I admit that pissed me off because that's my job as her future husband.

I waited until she closed to talk to her. This guy came up to her and started harassing her? He threatened to kill her. I couldn't sit back and watch, so I killed him. E seemed totally surprised to see me, which was nice. I had hoped to surprise her. She took me back to her house and let me stay on her couch as a thank you. I woke up before her so I fixed some stuff around her place.

She woke up, and Tyl came by so we all went to lunch. Tyl didn't get reservations where I wanted, which pissed me off a little. When we went to lunch, I gave E a hair comb made of gold with pearls in it. It was a huge deal because it's a way to announce an engagement. She didn't open it and kept trying to give it back, which pissed me off because it was expensive! Tyl even tried to get me to take it back. And then Aem came in and asked E to a birthday dinner at his family home and gave her a gift? She accepted it too, probably just to be nice. I snuck my gift into her handbag because I was tired of arguing with her.

After we took E home, Tyl got really mad at me. He doesn't get mad often so this really threw me off. He was saying I embarrassed him and her by trying to do a public proposal. He said that I was coming off too strong and that I should give her some time? I absolutely think he just wants her, but still. It bothered me. I just wanted E to know I love her and think about her! When I went home, I talked to Tyw. He said when I bring her back I should remind her of her place. I'm thinking if branding her before our wedding? I'd normally wait until after, but Tyw does have a point.

TL;DR: My future wife ran away, so I wrote her letters to remind her I loved her and even tried to surprise on her birthday. I even killed 2 men for her. She and one of my brothers think I took it too far, but another one of my brothers said I need to remind her of her place. I just did this all because I need her to know I love her. AITA?

[thewisemankey]

Let's Talk about Netflix's One Piece.

So I, as a One Piece fanatic, wanted to take the time to put out all my thoughts onto Netflix and their live adaptation of One Piece. There's OBVIOUSLY spoilers for the show as well as the original manga/anime so it's all going under a cut. So spoilers for those who haven't watched this first season at LEAST. Now that formalities are out of the way...

I'll admit, I had my share of doubts and fears about there being a live-action adaptation of a series that I've followed for nearly 20 years and are so passionate about because of how it's helped me grow as a person. Especially when Netflix failed SO VERY HARD on other attempts with Cowboy Bebop and Death Note.

Over time though, with all the announcements, reveals, trailers as they came...I actually became optimistic and hopeful. Not JUST because of how involved Oda was, but I can tell this wasn't just another live-action adaptation for the flippin' SAKE of doing it. The more I heard from the cast and crew, the more I could tell this was a real passion project. So buying into the hype, I had to put past grievances behind and give this a chance to support it in hopes that it would be worth the time.

And by golly, even with high expectations, they managed to succeed in ways I didn't even imagine.

Going into it, I knew this wouldn't be a completely 100% accurate telling of the East Blue saga. Fitting 100 Chapters worth of story into 8 episodes would be difficult for ANYONE. But they managed to pull it off in their own unique way that would satisfy OP vets like me and newcomers alike.

There definitely were some surprises, of course. Like the fact some characters who someone like me KNOWS are still alive ended up dead. Nobody who's especially IMPORTANT but still an odd call here and there. Then there was the fact Usopp and Kaya actually KISS here! Like WHOA, that's not happened in the manga/anime! (Maybe not yet, but it could! At the end of the series...? Perhaps it was a confirmation that it would once we get to that point. Who knows.)

Casting was definitely on point. For pretty much everyone, really. Even with guys like Lucky Roux and Patty having a different skin color for this, they played the parts well enough for little changes like that to not matter.

If there's one thing that I would call into question however is letting loose the bomb about Garp being Luffy's grandfather so soon. Something that doesn't get revealed until nearly halfway into the series. That was pretty much a damn big deal when that secret blew the roof off of several houses. We sure people new to all things One Piece who may potentially start digging into the original manga/anime wanna know this so soon? Then again, that wasn't THE bomb that dropped when Garp's identity was revealed at the time. Hopefully we don't go TOO fast with secrets in future seasons.

Maybe there were a few lines spoken here or there that were cringe, but not like I was watching the god damn 4Kids dub all over again. Just had to remember that if there was anything odd or different about anything at all, Oda himself oversaw this and if he approved it, we all gotta approve it, too. And I can live with that.

All in all really, it warms me up knowing this adaptation has been so successful the world over and could potentially what leads to more people giving the manga/anime a chance when they're intimidated by the 1000 chapter/episode length. They can see what they've been missing, if they can't wait for Season 2.

And hopefully there WILL be a Season 2. Gonna need the most important character in my life to show herself. If you know me, you know who it is, especially if it ends up going into Baroque Works territory.

That said, let's set sail and get ready for the next adventure, for ALL things One Piece.

[jonahxrivas]

He chuckled at him flexing, but eyes were unable to stay off him, "Of course I love and adore you, but we'll also be here all night if I started." It was so incredibly easy to get lost into Rohan, despite him never being good with words but for the other man, for his fiancé, future husband, it would be hard to stop once the compliments started. "Oh, see now if you start and keeping looking at me like that, we'll definitely be here all night." And really, he wouldn't mind that one bit. "I'm hoping it always will." He would never run out of facts for that reason, but maybe a day would come where he would grow tired of his rambles, all Jonah could really do is hope for such a thing to never occur. But such thoughts, on maybes and insecurities had to wait as he saw Rohan dip into the pool, laughing softly, Jonah gave him an innocent enough shrug, "I said it wasn't too cold. But I could warm y--" Rest of the words got lost in the kiss which he returned just as deeply.

Breaking the kiss was not met with disappointment, instead Jonah positively melted into Rohan's arms when he spoke. "Bad?" Jonah kissed him, "You keep speaking Spanish like that cariño, watch me fall more in love with you. If such a thing is even possible. I can't wait to be your husband." Hand moved to drape around Rohan's waist as he he kissed him again, whispering sweet nothings in both languages, losing himself again in the moment, in the other, even in his head thoughts had rendered to silence. And in such a state of mind, when something bumped into his back, a gasp caught in his throat from surprise and heart picked up its beat. "Dios...what--" But hands dropped from his chest at the sight when he looked. It must be from some momentum the inflatable pool accessory floated towards him, starting at him and completely ruining the mood. But ears turned hot regardless with embarrassment as he buried his head in the crook of the Rohan's neck, laughter bubbling through as nerves stilled. Jonah swatted it away, still shaking his head at himself for sheer stupidity. "Will you still marry me even though I was spooked by a pool floatie?"

But catching on his words, he held up a finger, "Actually don't answer that yet. Be right back." Spur of the moment things were not really his strong suit, it took a lot of thinking and playing out a situation in his head multiple times before he was ready to do anything, but this right now? A heart full of love and a setting sun that basked Rohan in soft light? Seemed perfect for a re-do. Grabbing a towel that was draped over the chair Jonah quickly wiped down excess water that dripped when he exited, quickly heading into the pool house to grab a box. A second ring was safely guarded inside it, he had bought it a while after the ball, and held onto it till his cast came off, till a right moment. But would such a thing ever come? This was Lunar Cove after all, such moments needed to be self-made. It seemed now was the time. Emerging outside again, box behind his back, he made his way closer but didn't dip into the pool, "I have something for you," he announced, "Can I bother you again and ask if you could come out for a minute? I'd like to do this properly. Again."

Rohan grinned. "Do I? Oh, go on. Do you love and adore me? Am I the most handsome man you've ever seen?" After handing over the drink, Rohan took a step backward, flexing both his arms, something else he had learned from Todd Miller. But even he could not keep up this routine, and after a beat, he threw back his head in a fit of giddy, bashful laughter. "You're so beautiful," he offered dreamily, and really, in this light, with the way it played in Jonah's hair, Rohan really wished he could stand here and stare forever.

As the other drew closer, then, Rohan ran his uninjured hand along his chest before draping it over his shoulder. "It would work. It always works," he whispered teasingly, laughing as Jonah jumped upward. The noise was lost in Jonah's lips, however, contact which he returned easily. "Hey!" he murmured against him, but already splashed, Rohan gave easily into the challenge, hopping down into the water completely. He made a point of holding his cast in the air, keeping it safe, before narrowing his eyes. "You said it wasn't cold!" Taking up the challenge, all the same, Rohan moved to tug Jonah closer and kiss him more deeply, losing himself completely to unbridled affection. "Te amo con toda mi alma," he whispered, pressing their foreheads together. "Estoy nervioso, pero no veo la hora de que nos casemos." Rohan wrinkled up his nose. "How was that? Bad, right?"

[jeanmoreaux]

sorry to bother you again, i'm the shameless anon. i just wanted to tell you that i watched s10e5 where ian comes home from prison and i gotta say... that final scene where they're all together in the living room and ian holds lip's baby...... i got a lil emo. maybe i WILL find the strength to pull through this and the next season lmao still, some (most) things are truly insufferable but i'm not expecting anything different from shameless at this point, so i enjoy the small things i guess!

((what? you’re not bothering me at all! your ask is my personal highlight of the day!! i was so happy to see you in my inbox 💛✨))

yes! omg that final scene is *chef’s kiss* i got really emotional during that one too! these scarps of good content is what i have been feeding on since late s5 lmao. these moment when you can feel the old shamey coming through are really what carried me through the seasons.

 i completely agree with you saying most things are insufferable, but at this point i am so used to it that i’m just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ‘might as well continue’... honestly, i had to stop thinking about everything shameless is doing horribly wrong or i'd go f*cking feral. i mean, if i think about it too much, all the potential that was wasted in s10 bc the writers just didn’t care to explore certain things or drop certain storylines makes me bitter af.

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

The Promise Of A King Pt. 2

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: none

Genre: I think fluff and a lil almost angst

Summary: When your parents surprise you with the news that you are going to marry one of Asgard's princes you're not exactly thrilled. It's not made any better by said prince giving you the cold shoulder from the very moment you arrive. Now, not only do you have to worry about acclimating to an unfamiliar place but you must do so while preparing to marry someone who seems to absolutely detest you before you've said five words to him. You know you're duty-bound but why does it have to be so difficult?

***

You sing quietly as you walk through the palace halls to your favorite room in the honestly too large building. The library. You push open the large heavy doors and skip over to one of the shelves to pick a book. The palace has one of the largest libraries you've ever seen and many of your days in the last couple of weeks have been spent here. You pick up a book on magic that's caught your eye, making it over to one of the large comfy armchairs near the unlit fireplace to read. You tuck your legs under you and flip the book open, prepared to spend most of the afternoon here. Some time passes and you're so immersed in the book you don't even notice the large doors opening and closing somewhere behind you.

"What are you doing here?" Loki frowns when he sees you.

"I'm here most days." You say flatly, not looking up from your book. He grumbles something under his breath that you don't catch as he continues further into the library. When Loki walks by the area you were sitting he notices you've left, the book you were reading is on the table next to your chair. If Loki's going to be in the library, you'll read later. You're on your way to the gardens when Thor shouts to you in the hall.

"Y/n!" You turn to face him when his voice booms.

"Oh, hello Thor. How are you?" You ask him.

"I'm wonderful! How are you?"

"I'm alright, I was just going to the gardens. Care to join me?" You ask.

"Ah, you know I would love to but I'm on my way out. I just needed to let you know that my mother and father have decided to officially announce your engagement to Loki with a ball tomorrow night." Thor says.

"Tomorrow night?" You blink at him.

"Yes, they figure it's time the people meet their new princess." He smiles.

"Oh- okay." You mutter.

"What is it?" Thor frowns.

"Well- it's just that, if Loki doesn't even like me- why would the people?" You drop your gaze to the floor.

"Don't be ridiculous, Loki is just a bit stubborn, you are absolutely lovely. I mean, I like you- so do my parents. Doesn't that mean Loki's the odd one out?"

"Perhaps but, he's the one I'm to marry. Won't the people find it odd when prince Loki clearly has no interest in his bride?"

"Well, personally I believe you're going to do great tomorrow but there's only one way to know for sure and that is to dive headfirst into it!" Thor says in an encouraging shout.

"You're so much more confident than I am." You muse with a chuckle.

"What can I say? I've grown to really like you in the last couple of weeks. You have garnered my full support."

"I really appreciate it, Thor. You have no idea how much your friendship has helped me since I've gotten here. With how icy your brother has been towards me it's nice to have someone who's so kind." You smile.

"My brother is- a confusing being. He's the god of mischief and though the people revere him as their prince and future king, he's, as I'm sure you've guessed, also feared. He has a tendency to speak harshly so the fact that he hardly speaks to you may be the kinder option."

"Speak harshly?"

"Yes, he's actually known for his silver tongue, and given that he's still coming to terms with your union, the silence is perhaps an attempt to avoid a harsh remark you don't deserve." Thor shrugs.

"I don't know much about prince Loki but- if he's known for being harsh, something tells me he wouldn't particularly care if I deserve whatever harsh things he wishes to say." You scoff.

"He might not but he listens to our mother who I'm sure insisted that he treat you respectfully while you're here."

"Maybe. Thank you for telling me about the ball tomorrow night. You said you had somewhere to be so I won't hold you longer. I'll be in the garden." You say.

"I'll see you at dinner!" Thor calls after you as you walk away.

"Of course!" You shout back over your shoulder. You're still worried about the whole thing but- with Thor in your corner, you might just make it through tomorrow's ball.

~*~*~

You glance at yourself in the large mirror in your room, taking in your appearance once more. Lily, Ella, and Anne have put you in a floor-length dress. The dress has a gold bodice, sheer gold sleeves, and a layered black skirt. Your shoes are gold as well, though they're barely visible under the dress. You nod at your reflection, satisfied with the chosen look. This dress is one of the ones that were left for you by Frigga in your closet and it's absolutely gorgeous, as is to be expected.

"You look amazing Lady y/n!" Anne gushes over your completed look for the evening.

"Well, I do have the most amazing servants helping me. Thank you so much girls." You smile at the three of them.

"You make it easy! Everything looks amazing on you." Lily says.

"You guys are so sweet. It makes me feel a bit better about tonight." You say.

"You have nothing to worry about Lady y/n." Lily tells you.

"Prince Thor says the same thing, but- I can't help but be nervous. What if they hate me?"

"Well, we like you. Everyone else is going to as well. How could they not?" Ella smiles as she puts the last pins in your hair.

"The same way prince Loki doesn't." You snort.

"Prince Loki will come around, he's never liked being told what to do and well, being told who to spend the rest of your life with is- a huge command." Lily says.

"I didn't ask for this either. I just wish he wouldn't act like any of this is my fault." You huff.

"I'm sure he'll get over it eventually. Don't let him discourage you." Ella says kindly. A knock on your door sends Anne shuffling over to it, looking at you for the okay before she opens the door.

"Officer Lycan! Good evening." You smile at the guard standing outside your door.

"Evening Lady y/n. I've been sent to escort you to the ball when you're ready to join the festivities." He says.

"Oh- well I'm ready, we can go now." You tell him, walking to the guard and taking his extended arm. You walk down the endless gold corridors until you reach a grand set of doors. Two guards push the large doors open and officer Lycan walks you all the way up to where the king and queen are sitting with Thor and Loki. The room is already full of people, talking and laughing as a band plays music.

"King Odin, Queen Frigga." You say with a curtsey when you get to them.

"Come up here my child. You look beautiful." She smiles at you as you step up towards them.

"Thank you Allmother." You smile kindly. The queen claps her hands, silencing the band and all the chatter in the room.

"Everyone! I want to formally thank you for joining us this evening as we officially welcome the betrothed of Prince Loki, Y/n Y/l/n, to Asgard." Queen Frigga announces. "Would you like to say something dear?" She asks you.

"Ah-"

"Go on child, say something. Let the people start to know you." King Odin encourages you before you can decline. With a gentle smile, you nod to him and prepare to address the full room.

"Hello everyone. I hadn't prepared to give a speech tonight. Asgard is- a gorgeous place. The king and queen have been most kind since I arrived. It's the highest honor to have such a lavish party thrown for me, I'm grateful of course and, you all have a kingdom that is easy to fall in love with. I can't wait to speak to all of you tonight. In the meantime, eat, dance enjoy yourselves please. I'd like to learn to party as Asgardians do." You smile brightly at the end of your impromptu speech as splatters of applause and cheers at your last line. Thor gently grabs your arm and tugs you close enough to speak in your ear as the band starts up again.

"That was brilliant y/n." Thor says.

"Do you think so?" You whisper back.

"Absolutely. It seems the crowd liked it too. Now go knock em dead." He smiles.

"Yes, time to mingle." You let out a breath. With a smile, you enter the crowd and begin to talk to various sets of people. You chat with couples and groups of friends, allies to the crown and diplomats, there are also many Asgardian subjects. Each conversation has a different result, though most of them have been positive thus far. Currently, you're chatting with a group of Asgardians.

"So, how long have you been here?" A woman named Isla asks you.

"I arrived almost a month ago now." You say kindly.

"I'm surprised they've chosen you to marry prince Loki since you aren't from here. You aren't right?" She muses.

"I'm not, yes, I'm from Alfheim." You tell the group.

"Really? That's so interesting. I mean, who wants an outsider sitting on the throne?" Another woman, Clary says. Her face is bright but the tone of her voice barely hides the judgment. You steel yourself against the stinging sound of a couple of people humming in agreement with her statement.

"The king and queen have been very helpful in getting me settled here and with how much of Asgard's history is tied into the history of the whole nine realms it has been wonderful to see it all in person. I hope to find my place here soon." You say.

"Have you ever even been here before?" Ailey, a third woman in this small group asks you.

"No actually, I've never left Alfheim before." You shake your head.

"Do you like it so far? Have you had a chance to see outside the palace walls?" A man named Colden asks with a kind smile.

"I haven't yet no, I've had lots to do in the palace so far."

"Well you have to visit the markets they're amazing and I mean there are tons of other things to see as well but the markets are a good place to start!" He smiles.

"I'll make sure to get out some." You chuckle.

"You've never even seen the kingdom and you plan to run it one day?" Isla snorts.

"Isla!" Colden hisses at her.

"Well I-"

"Lady y/n! There you are!" Thor rushes towards you before you can respond. The group all chorus their greetings to their prince when he joins you all.

"Yes, hi prince Thor." You smile at him.

"I've been looking for you everywhere!" He says.

"Oh sorry, I've been making my way around the room to talk with people."

"Well that will have to wait. Dance with me." Thor says excitedly.

"Oh I couldn't-"

"You said you want to party as Asgardians do yes? I'll show you how." Thor smiles.

"I'm not a dancer Thor." You shake your head.

"Nonsense! Anyone can dance. Come now, you aren't going to deny a request from the prince are you?" Thor winks at you cheekily.

"Alright alright. I'll dance with you." You relent, partially grateful for the escape from the judgy women you've been talking to anyway.

"Brilliant!" Thor says tugging you onto the dance floor. The song the band plays is lively as Thor takes your hands confidently. "All you have to do, is follow my lead." He says with a smile so bright his eyes are twinkling.

"I can do that." You smile. The band is playing an upbeat tune that has people dancing excitedly around the room and Thor pulls you quickly into the fray. Soon you're laughing so hard your cheeks hurt as Thor spins and whirls you around the room with the others.

"You're doing great!" Thor tells you, even his voice is barely loud enough to hear over the music and cheers.

"This is so much fun!" You tell him through your giggles.

"The way the Asgardians do!" He says back. When the song comes to an end you let Thor pull you from the floor as you catch your breath.

"That was amazing!" You pant out happily.

"I knew you'd enjoy it." He bolsters.

"Yes- Asgardians know how to have a good time." You smile.

"That we do. How's the mingling going?" Thor asks.

"Ah- mostly alright I think- reactions range from almost positive indifference to total disapproval. A few people seem to like me too. So I suppose it could be worse." You say with a small frown.

"Some people liking you is a good start. I think you'll have no problem winning over the others." Thor offers with his hand on your shoulder.

"I'm trying not to take it- personally but, if I'm going to be princess it would be nice to have the people's support."

"Of course, but this is only the first time they're meeting you. Not everyone will fall in love with you at first sight- even if they should." He winks.

"Perhaps. We'll see." You say.

"Come, let's have another dance." Thor suggests dragging you back to the floor as the band's song changes again. That's how the rest of the evening goes, you continue chatting with random partygoers between dances with Thor until eventually the festivities wind down and you're escorted back to your room feeling exhausted and barely satisfied. Loki didn't speak to you the whole night and the longer this goes on the more you wish you could just go home.

***

Part 2/???

Tagged Users: @moonlightreader649 @crimson25

[impostoradult]

My theory on the delay for OFMD and Heartstopper is due to negotiations, and in my mind I don't think there's a doubt there will be a season 2 of both, but whether they'll announce multiple seasons beyond that already. Netflix, in particular, I think is under fire due to a bunch of stuff (Chapelle, the whole cancelling shows 2 seasons in for example) and is planning its next move carefully

Yeah, both Netflix and HBO Max are leaning into promoting them pretty heavily online. I'm as confident as I could be both WILL get renewed. It's just frustrating having to wait and live through the nagging (if VERY unlikely) fear 1 or both might not be renewed for some reason.

These days, my suspicion is both are delayed partially over just internal company drama (both Netflix and Warner Media, the umbrella company for HBO Max, are going through massive restructuring right now, which makes it harder to lock in future spending). I also suspect, as you say, both of them are in consideration for multiple season's worth of renewal (and particularly in the case of OFMD, franchising), which makes it even MORE complicated. And then i think there's a modest possibility at this point, one or both of them might be waiting until pride month to announce as part of their larger LGBTQ-friendly company branding efforts.

It also wouldn't surprise me if, in the case of OFMD, Taika Watiti's availability is a major issue. He's committed to a ton of other projects right now, but they obviously can't radically reduce his role on the show, he's one of the stars. They're probably having to do a lot of working with him to lock in even a tentative schedule (which I imagine is part of the contract negotiations).

One thing that I also find comforting is if, for whatever weird internal reasons, either show is dropped by their original distributor, I think other ones will be lining up bid for it. Hulu would LOVE to have either one of them, probably Amazon too. I wouldn't be surprised if the BBC adopted Heartstopper if Netflix let it go. Both of these shows have MASSIVE followings, I really have a hard time believing SOMEONE wouldn't step in to save them.

[toujoursmiraculous]

Thoughts and Reaction to DEAREST FAMILY

I've been looking forward to this for a long time! Then Glaciator 2 was announced with a trailer and I sadly didn't look forward to it as much. (I mean can you blame me? It's Glaciator 2.) But! My jaw dropped and I shrieked in surprise more than once in this episode, so it definitely was worth waiting for. Also a couple of scenes really left me squealing lol First off, skipping the Portuguese dub theme... imo S4's theme in any language is bad, but I admittedly cringe with Brazil's. I'm sorry, I just can't. I really hope it changes for S5 in all languages. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it" it was great before so why. x.x Okay so assuming he got the charm from... Mr. Pigeon? In one of the episodes we haven't seen yet, likely Gabriel Agreste? Literally the only reason Hawk Moth got more powerful and became Shadowmoth and got as far as he has is because of Nathalie. She won't let him give up and presses him to think of solutions he wouldn't otherwise, or offers the solutions herself. Miraculous Ladybug never fails to make me wish my French family passed down all the food recipes and traditions. I never knew of galette before and now I really want some! Croissants, macarons, crepes, galette... I'm missing out. Tom and Rolland hugging was so sweet awww. Tikki's Plagg mode: activated! We thought Plagg was bad when it came to his Camembert, but who knew Tikki could be worse? ALSO is this why Plagg gets so desperate for his cheese all the time? Because if he doesn't, he knows he'll go around destroying everything to get his food? o.O You know it's bad when Tikki's asking Marinette to break the rules and possibly get in trouble for her. And the fact that all the Kwami know Tikki ate the food that was supposed to be for them. Reminds me of a certain Kwami who ate all the cheese that was meant for the others, and another certain Kwami got annoyed at him for it...:P Tikki: HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF EATING THE GALETTE! (even though I know I did) BECAUSE THAT'S SO RUDE! Sass: You don't know Tikki as well as you think you do. Okay but now I'm just wondering what all secrets Plagg and Tikki are keeping from their holders. Not just the typical ones about their identities, but who knows what all they're hiding.... Also, did anyone else ever picture a situation where Tikki made all the Kwami cower and huddle together in fear? Because I sure didn't. o.o Mind blown. Panicking Kwami's... Sass being the Kwami in charge is one of my favorite things. He fits perfectly with Luka's character. Also really appreciate how the other responsible Kwami that take things seriously and keep calm are Wayzz and Barkk. LOL Rolland hitting Mayor Bourgeois with a baguette to keep him from taking the last galette 😂 The man's got nerve. I'm super curious about what's going on in the background behind Gina. Did Chloe secretly want the galette? 👀 I thought she was against everything at their bakery? She seems mad Andre's empty handed. Gina: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARINETTE, I GOT YOU A MOTORBIKE. What a cool grandma. Okay but does this mean her birthday's coming up soon again? So does that mean Adrien's is too? 😮Because it sounds like it's upcoming and she's just giving it to her a bit early...for some reason. 0 to 300 Km/h in 5 seconds? I get 14 year olds can drive scooters and motorbikes in France, but holy...I think that's a bit much. o.o Also are we foreshadowing to future Ladybug with this motorbike driving around Paris like Robin with this? I was super nervous the whole time that Marinette was going to get busted for something happening to the galette. So glad that didn't happen, phew. The fact that Marinette is scrambling around trying to catch Tikki to stop her from revealing herself and getting her into major trouble. Wow it just feels so wrong! Tsk, tsk Tikki. Also the animation of her getting dragged into the Miraculous, away from food, such a Plagg mood. Ravenous Ladybug scares me. Seriously, the image of her creepy wide smile will haunt my dreams. I hate it. XD Okay, if one of those akuma had to win to raise Marinette, 100% should

be Qilin. The others have their more selfish reasoning, Qilin just wants what's best for and what Marinette thinks is best for herself. Tikki made Marinette steal. She committed a crime. What the....o.O Also Mayor Bourgeois is like, yes, finally, the galettes! Now Chloe won't be angry! And then whoosh. Literally being dragged away from the food omg what a meme. But really, he's about to take her Miraculous and she's just like FOOD. MUST EAT. Thank goodness for Chat. Also thank goodness he knew something was going on. Would like to know how he knew, but probably someone reported an akuma running around since there are 4 of them. xD That app sure is handy. Dude. Did Gabriel seriously send Gorilla off to their bakery for galette? 😂 Befana, Weredad, Bakerix: MY MARINETTE Qilin: MARINETTE DOESN'T HAVE AN OWNER Qilin is the best. Even akumatized you can't take her motherly feelings and instincts away. Weird to know so many Parisians have now seen Tikki.... My one disappointment with this episode: I wanted to see human form Tikki so much. But that's okay, maybe someday! Plagg and Tikki switched roles this ep for sure. He's all oh it's happened before, but don't worry, we'll fix this! Who are you and what have you done with Plagg. But his Sugarcube was in trouble... Chat Noir's ring flashed when he used his Cataclysm. What does that mean? :o Tikki: PLAGG DARES DESTROY MY GALETTE? I'LL JUST MAKE ANOTHER, THIS TIME WAY BIGGER!! Tikki was afraid Marinette would like her less if she knew that this happens to her? 😭Of course Marinette would never, but that's sad. I love how this is an episode where Marinette needs to help Tikki this time. Ladybug: We have to find the object the akuma is in that akumatized all four of Marinette's family members. *lucky charm tells her the answer* Ah of course, the akuma is in the galette, at home! GIRL YOU LITERALLY JUST EXPOSED YOURSELF ROFL. 🤣 Just casually said it like it was no big deal. "At home?" Seriously her excuse is way too weak. Good thing he didn't stop to take the time to question it because wow, that was bad. Is she really even trying to keep it from him anymore? lol Chat: Since I'm the king, want to be my queen, Ladybug? Ladybug: *giggles* With pleasure, Kitty. Traditions are traditions! Chat: *puts the crown on her head* Yeah, no. You were loving that Ladybug, don't make up an excuse. 👀You want to be his queen. 😇 So wait. Chat Noir = King Ladybug = Queen Adrien = Prince Marinette = Princess These dorks. I love it. Tikki really be like, I'll be fine but you better give me galette throughout the year to make it to Galiete's Day. So is galette to Tikki what Camembert is to Plagg now? MOVE OVER CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES, GALETTE'S COMING AND IT AIN'T LEAVING. Aw they asked her what she thought at the end. And she got a scooter instead! A lot more age appropriate imo so good move. What a nice episode, it was funny with its cute moments. But was also quite shocking too, so cool to see more things with the Kwami's and their history! Next episode: Glaciator 2! Followed by Ephemeral. Omg am I even ready for these?

[tsarisfanfiction]

Can I request IR responding to an incident at TI to rescue one of the brothers (Scott - because we love him, but we also love to hurt him)?

Inspection Day Gone Wrong

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort Characters: Scott, Virgil, Gordon

Scott's visits to TI were never a secret, but security was supposed to be stringent enough that that wouldn't cause problems. @sicktember prompt 6: Nebulizer

I had a lot of fun coming up with this one, especially because I didn't want to do the obvious cop out of "asthma", and realised about halfway through plotting that it also filled an earlier prompt in my inbox - although this is also a fun prompt with many possibilities so I might poke at it again at some point - maybe even a companion pov piece to this one, if muses co-operate.

Sicktember 2021 Prompts - Somehow we’re most of the way through the month and I still have ones in my inbox. I’ve added a list of what’s been done already and what’s sitting as a not-yet written request to the original prompt post if anyone wants to pick any of the remaining prompts, and yes, the alt. prompts are also fair game!

Scott didn’t consider himself to be a businessman, not really. A pilot, yes. Leader – commander – also yes. Businessman? By necessity only. He didn’t have John’s head for data, or Dad’s sixth sense for good deals, but regardless he’d inherited the family business and there was no choice except to make it work.

It hadn’t been smooth sailing, not by a long shot, but somehow he’d eventually wrestled control over the company, including the board of directors, and turned the whole thing into something he could handle, with the help of several sleepless nights and too much caffeine at times.

Part of Scott’s approach was very hands’ on. He’d never been someone to direct from afar when he could throw himself into the thick of things, and that extended towards keeping Tracy Industries running smoothly. People appreciated a CEO who acknowledged their existence and made efforts to connect – or at least, that was Scott’s understanding, based on his own experiences – so whenever IR allowed, he made sure to drop by their buildings in person at least once a month.

Today he was in the heart of it all, in New York where their international HQ was located. Specifically, he was there to visit the R&D labs and see in person what the schematics and holograms he’d been sent looked like in reality. While that was usually Virgil’s domain, Scott definitely held a degree of fascination for what was being made – combined with the fact that the R&D department were the effective future of the business, he always loved his visits to them.

His visits were never a surprise, as such, although often last-minute and not officially announced, and wide-eyed new employees always hovered in his periphery as he spoke to familiar faces about familiar projects. It was second nature by now to log the new faces so he could find them if he had time once his official business was over and get to know them. Beyond, that, however, he rarely gave the new faces a second thought while talking with the department’s supervisor about prototypes and the potential flaws that needed addressing.

That meant that he missed the way one set of eyes watched him slightly differently, narrowed instead of wide as he passed their owner’s workstation. Even if he’d seen it, his immediate reaction would have been that he was being assessed – again, not a particularly uncommon reaction, if most frequently found amongst older members of staff who initially failed to see how a young pilot could keep the business booming.

With the intensive background checks run on all the employees, and TI’s strict security measures, the idea of one of their hired workers wishing him ill just wouldn’t have registered.

Scott was looking over some of the wiring being prepared for a new plane model when the lab exploded.

Bodies were sent sprawling, hurtled by the shockwave as debris from both the building and the now-ruined prototypes hailed down on the unfortunate victims. Liquid splashed out from vats, hissing violently as it made contact with the bare skin of the researchers not prepared to deal with it. Dust hung menacingly in the air, unnaturally still compared to the shock of the explosion, and after a moment or two Scott pulled himself back to his feet somewhat unsteadily.

One arm had received a soaking from whatever had been in the nearest vat, contents now splattered about everywhere except inside the remains of what had once been said vat. His shirt was ruined, torn ragged and a little bloodstained where debris had gouged him in passing while little holes appeared in the fabric itself. Where the liquid touched his skin, it burned red and hissed a little menacingly.

Scott’s first thought was that it hurt more than it had any right to.

His second was that he had to get everyone out.

Barring his arm, he was miraculously rather unscathed. Covered in dust that tickled his throat and made him cough like a chain smoker, but unscathed.

He wasn’t really a businessman, but he was a first responder. While admittedly usually not caught up in the initial disaster, he knew exactly what needed to be done.

Evacuation. Triage the victims and make sure everyone got out safely. Easier said than done, true, but certainly possible. It helped that already all eyes seemed to be searching for him, knowing that they had the commander of IR with them.

It was difficult to speak with the dust clogging up his airways and forcing him into wheezing rasps rather than anything particularly clear, but Scott dragged himself up off the floor and used a combination of choked words and body language to direct them.

His right arm didn’t want to move, and part of Scott was trying to remember what had been in the vats. Vision blurred sporadically, once or twice blinking into darkness entirely for several long moments, but he ignored that.

In all honestly, his vision wasn’t the only thing blurring and occasionally vanishing entirely. His awareness was likewise fading threateningly before returning with enough of a vengeance to direct the next group of shaken and bruised but not otherwise hurt employees to the emergency assembly point in the parking lot.

Some words of concern were thrown his way but he waved them off, redirecting them towards the panicked or injured employees. He was, if not fine, in a reasonable condition and most importantly, trained for this.

Even if he didn’t actually remember getting most of them out, let alone himself. Autopilot engaged, overriding pain and exhaustion and ignoring the hacking coughs, and every time he blinked he seemed to be somewhere else entirely.

The floor started to waver, tossing him from side to side and forcing him to his knees as he scrambled futilely through the remains of the R&D department, hunting for more employees to rescue and haphazardly poking out into the assembly point long enough to deposit the injured and head back inside.

“Mr Tracy!”

They hadn’t yet learnt that Mr Tracy was Dad. Scott was just plain old Scott, and the sharp pain in his heart whenever the title came out rammed itself sharply next to all the previous occurrences.

He ignored the calls. There were still people trapped, still people in need of extraction and rescue, and Scott couldn’t let down a single one. No matter what.

Even if his vision was greying more and more with every passing moment, his lungs were hacking themselves up fiercely, and his arm was screaming.

Even then.

Suddenly there were arms around him – strong, familiar arms midway between a support and a restraint. He didn’t remember them appearing, didn’t remember hearing anything of the kind approach, but they took his weight until his back was pressed against something soft and caring, legs sprawled out limply in front of him where he sat – whenever he’d sat down.

Something jammed its way past his lips, awkward and tasting just like hospital-grade disposable plastics.

There was a voice by his ear, warm breath tickling the skin that made up the shell. One large hand pressed against his chest, pulling him back against a strong body and preventing him from dragging himself back into the danger zone.

“Scott!” He knew that voice, just like he knew the arms and body encapsulating his own. The designation escaped him, though, much like his vision had been doing. “Scott, I need you to take a breath, okay? As deep as you can for me.”

He was supposed to be the one giving out the orders, not the one on the receiving end.

“Scott,” the voice repeated again, stubborn and broadcasting its determination. Despite himself, Scott relaxed. “Scott, take a breath.”

Something about the voice washed over him reassuringly, coaxing his lungs into doing their job, and he instinctively obeyed, taking in a sharp breath.

It tasted wrong and he hacked out a startled cough as something that wasn’t just air hit the back of his throat.

“Again,” the voice told him. “Deep as you can, Scott.”

Scott didn’t want to waste time on this when he had employees to save, but the arms around him kept him thoroughly pinned in place.

“Everyone’s out,” the voice promised. “You got them all out, Scott, and they’re all being checked over.” There was something heavy in the tone, almost exasperated but too fond for that. Worried, maybe. “Now, breathe for me?”

There was no resisting the plea.

Prepared for the weird taste this time, Scott took another, more cautious, breath. Something in front of his face – the same thing jammed between his teeth? - made a mechanical rattle and clank sound.

“That’s right, big brother,” the voice praised. “Just like that. Do it again?”

The taste was still off somehow. Scott didn’t know why, couldn’t work out what it was supposed to be, but he took another cautious breath, and then another as footsteps padded into earshot.

“How is he?” a new voice asked.

“Not entirely unconscious,” the voice by his ear replied as Scott took another breath, something now niggling at his thoughts. “Hopefully he didn’t inhale too much of the acid.”

Acid?

His arm throbbed.

“How’s everyone else?”

“Shaken, a few acid burns on the guys near Scott. Some broken bones and concussions from the debris. Kayo’s on the warpath.”

A resigned sigh from the body behind him reverberated through his shoulder blades. “Only Kayo?”

“For now.” Scott couldn’t tell if those words were a threat or a promise.

Taking another strange-tasting breath, he tried to focus on who was with him. Eyelids he didn’t remember closing reluctantly lifted again, drooping with the effort and only returning blurred visuals.

Blue and yellow greeted him.

“Hey, Scotty,” the second voice chirped, a soft edge to the otherwise harsh sound. “He’s opened his eyes, Virg.”

“Good,” the first voice replied.

Virg.

Virgil.

His brother’s hand was rubbing firmly across his chest, wrinkling the fabric there as he did so.

Virgil hadn’t been there earlier, Scott was certain. Blue and yellow had to mean Gordon, and the family fish hadn’t been there, either.

He blinked, trying to clear his vision. The shape of his second youngest brother swam into view.

Why are you here? he tried to ask, but whatever was in his mouth muffled all the words.

“Don’t try to talk,” Virgil scolded lightly. One of his arms tightened its grip. “Focus on breathing; you breathed in some acidic fumes while in the danger zone and we need to get that neutralised as fast as possible.”

So that was why the air tasted odd.

Slowly taking stock of the situation, Scott obediently took a few more breaths, hearing the gadget in his mouth rattle with each one.

“That’s right,” his brother encouraged. “As deep as you can.”

Scott’s next inhale had him coughing, and the plastic between his teeth was yanked away before he could choke on it.

“Maybe not that deep,” Gordon commented. He still looked blurry, but Scott could make out the worry etched into his face despite the quips.

After a moment, Virgil replaced what had to be a nebuliser, and Scott took a slightly shallower breath without waiting to be prompted.

He still had questions – why had the lab exploded, were the employees going to be alright, how were Virgil and Gordon there – but it was clear his brothers wouldn’t be letting him talk any time soon.

Still, the future would hold the answer to all those questions and more. If he’d heard correctly, Kayo was already on the case, and while he hadn’t been mentioned, Scott was certain John was, too. He’d get answers as soon as one of them came into the picture.

In the meantime, exhausted, and still a little groggy, Scott allowed himself to sag bonelessly against Virgil’s powerful chest – just for now, he told himself – and tried to ignore the throbbing of his presumably acid-burnt arm as he breathed in the neutralising particles.

[caesthetix]

KIDS IN LOVE — Pt. 1 No Beauty In War

↪Porco Galliard mini-series

↪content; major character death, canon universe, description of violence, unrequited love, admiring from afar, season 4 spoiler, manga spoiler 119

War was cruel and he tried to push you away from it.

Everything used to be so easy before. When your routine was just sending cookies and cupcakes to the Galliards, when your concern was just the blush on Porco's face when Pieck was around, when what you knew was that the Island of Paradis filled with demons.

How beautiful the world was before, for you to have such a mundane life.

You wished you could go back to that time.

"Hey, Pock."

He groaned once the nickname slipped from your lips, making you chuckle in the process with how easy it was to make him agitated. And for that, you really needed to thank Pieck later. "Pock, Pock~ Why don't you look at me~?"

"Seriously, you are such a kid." He grumbled, irritated with how you were just here only to annoy him. Your feet dangling on the tree stump where you sat on. "Why don't you go home? Just drop your cookies to my mom instead of being here doing nothing."

"Well, I am a kid!" You exclaimed. "And what's wrong with being here? I want to hang out for a while." With you, but you bite your tongue to hold that thought from reaching the surface.

The blonde just shrugged and continued his chore, chopping down some of the wood into halves. He was always groaning so loud as he did so, as if he put all of his energy into that. You knew better though, he was more than capable of cutting down a few kinds of wood with a meagre strength.

And knowing that he had changed into a colder person since Marcel embarked on the mission in Paradis, you needed to be extra careful with him.

"Hey, Porco." You called out once again, fingers fiddling with the bag of cookies in your hand.

"What?" He answered nonetheless, despite the annoyance that was dripping in his tone.

You pondered if it was the right thing to ask. But you have made up your mind, the thought had been haunting you for perhaps months now, making you restless at the point it was hard for you to sleep. So you couldn't back down, you need to know of a way.

"Who usually is needed in a war except, well, warriors?"

He stopped his axe midair as the question slipped from your lips, putting it down slowly before giving his full attention to you. You flinched, trying to act as calm as ever under his wandering gaze. His lips shaped into a thin line, eyes scrutinizing your face.

"There are medics, of course." He stated, though somehow he sounded careful as he shared the information. "Doctors, nurses, we all need any kind of help within that field. Then there was a researcher, professor, you know — geniuses."

You nodded, pondering if you could be in one of the fields. Perhaps nurses, yes, you just needed to know all the basics, working alongside doctors. But you didn't know if you could start to be a dependable nurse at the same time Porco would go on a mission.

"And chef."

Your eyes immediately lit up at his last statement. "Warriors and others need food too." Good. Cooking was something that you could do. You even knew that Porco loved some of the cuisines that you made, from how he always asked for a second when the Galliard had dinner at your house.

Deep in thought, you didn't see how his eyes filled with horror at the realisation.

"Then, what can I do to be enlisted in a war?" You looked up, now with confidence in your voice.

"Huh?"

"Tell me, Porco. You must know information like this, right?" You slightly begged, softening your eyes to push down the eagerness on your gesture. "I want to join you, to be there beside you when we win and for us to get our freedom." You rambled on, but your friend just stayed put in his place without saying anything. "Porco—"

"You think war is a game for you?" His voice was low, making your pupils dilated at the bitterness in it. "War needs someone braver, not just someone with a mindless dream like you." You didn't know what was in his head right now, but this side of him scared you.

Porco took a few steps forward, now just inches away from where you sat. His eyes glowering down at you with disgust, you couldn't help but let out a small whimper. "You think your burnt cookies and mediocre food could please the higher-ups? You think a weak kid like you could survive more than an hour on the battlefield?"

"I am not weak." You answered as stern as possible, ignoring the crack in your voice as you challenged his gaze. His eyes twitched at your reply before seething in anger at your words.

As if something snapped within him, he grabbed your wrist and raised it abruptly, so fast that you couldn't hold your grasp on the bag of cookies. You gasped as the crumbs scattered on the ground, but you couldn't move to save it as his hand tightened. "Porco, let me go—"

"See? You are weak." It felt so brutal at the reminder. "I am here gripping your wrist with a little force and you are already cowering like a kid." He smirked, but it was not the same smirk that he usually had when he teased you. "Oh, yeah, you are a kid." He wrecked you, slapping the fact on your face. "And a kid like you will die in a war."

He gritted out every word with mockery. You knew that being a part of the war meant that you had to be more assertive, braver. But wouldn't everyone work together to win the war? If one of the warriors was in need of assistance, wouldn't they help each other?

But Porco being Porco, he knew what clouded your mind. "Never think that someone would save you. Not even me. You know why?" His face grew closer at the point you could feel his hot breath on your face, making you suck your breath. "Because you are not worth saving."

You kicked him with all of your might, turning your face in another direction as you jumped down from the tree stump and ran. You didn't want him to see the tears threatening to fall, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction that his words impacted you deeply that you knew it would leave a scar on your heart.

"You go, kid! Run!" You heard him shout. "Do the only thing that a kid could do! Run!"

Yes, you were running away from him. But as you run, you balled your hand into a fist.

You promised that someday you were going to prove to him that you were not just a useless kid.

War was an endless nightmare, and how everything turned out in front of you became a reminder of what it was capable to do.

You heard the scream, a familiar scream that threatens to tear your eardrums. It was Zeke, that howl belonged to the beast titan. And just like that, you could see all the glows around you. One, two, no, you couldn't count how many of the Eldians in Paradis rapidly turned into titans. The city lit up with almost everyone becoming a monster inside their blood.

As you lay low on the tall building, you wiped your eyes from the dust and dirt, wanting to see more clearly of the condition in the battlefield below you. You gasped when you saw two familiar light blondes that belonged to the Grice brothers.

He glowed, Falco's body covered with a yellowish light. That was when you realised what was going to happen. The boy might have ingested Zeke's spinal fluid, and from the range he stood right now, the power inside him would be activated.

That little kid had so much in his future, and you wondered if he ever told Gabi about his feelings. And now, he was going to be a titan.

But your eyes watered even more when you saw as Colt stayed still, he was there hugging his little brother, not caring anymore that it would kill him in the process.

"Colt—"

You cracked your neck to the left and right, stretching your limbs as you let the tiredness start to sink in. Today, you were helping Niccolo to feed the Eldians warriors, saying that it would be a good time too to get to know some of the warriors who fought for Marley.

Ever since you received the invitation from Commander Magath, you had been working nonstop. He praised your skills in knowing nutrition and your capability of making a personal menu for each warrior, informing you that you would be a good addition to the military.

There was no time to slack off, you sharpened your mind and tried a lot of new recipes that could please the warriors while sticking to their diet.

"Hey, you can go there, you know? Some of them asked to meet the new chef behind their, let me quote, magnificent food." You snorted as Niccolo cleaned his hands with the towel. "Take off your apron and flaunt! You are only young once."

"You are young too, remember that?" You chuckled at his remark. For a pure Marleyan, you were surprised that he didn't look down at you. He respected your skills, not caring that you were an Eldian, and treated you like you were family most of the time. "But okay, I will take your advice."

Cleaning your hand and taking off your apron, you looked at the small mirror in the kitchen to make sure that you look proper. You heard a chuckle from your friend, somehow knowing that you were always a worrywart when it came to how people looked at you.

"You look fine, just go on, they are begging to meet you."

"Alright, alright you impatient old man."

You ignored the surprised gasp from him and went outside to the room where he assigned the warriors to. To say that you were nervous would be an understatement, you were afraid that you would flinch or ended up being too timid.

No, you were not a kid anymore. A few intimidating warriors wouldn't make you crumble.

You heard a loud chatter as you stood in front of the door. It was wrong to eavesdrop, but when you heard someone mention how good your cook was, your heart swelled with appreciation. Alright, that was enough, it would be better if you announced yourself.

Knock knock knock.

You heard a shout telling you to come in, and you didn't waste your time over it. The second you came in and closed the door behind you, you straightened your posture and gave them a small bow.

"See? Now you owe me another meal here."

"It's a young woman, I did not expect that."

"Wait, (Y/n)?"

In between all of the noises from the men, who apparently made a bet about how the chef would look, you heard a feminine voice coming from one of the chairs. Your eyes fleeting towards their direction, finding a woman with slightly dishevelled black hair and relaxed eyes.

"Huh?" You blinked, recognition dawned upon you. Then your eyes widened. "Pieck?"

Your hands were sweating as you tried to lock your gaze on her. She blinked as she saw the distress in your eyes, yet you kept staring at her. If she was here, then that would mean one thing.

Porco was here too.

Well, that explained the feeling of someone glaring a hole in your skull.

"Pieck, you know her?" Someone spoke up, it was the same man whose voice you recognised praising your food before. Before she could answer, he walked toward you with a giddy step, a soft smile plastered on his face as he extended your hand for you to shake. "Name's Colt, Colt Grice."

His presence brought you back to reality. You were here to impress them, a ghost from the past could be taken care of later. Shaking his hand, you gave him a polite smile as you looked at him with your warm gaze. You tried not to think too much about the blush on his face at the moment.

You still could feel someone drilling holes in your direction. The man in front of you seemed not to notice. Colt was saying a lot of things to you. He ignored some groan in the background about how he was taking all of your attention, he continued praising your food and how everyone didn't expect to see a beautiful young woman to be the one behind their marvellous food today.

"I thank Commander Magath for assigning you to the military branch."

Someone stood up abruptly from their chair, making you flinch a little before composing yourself in a second. Both you and Colt, interrupted from the light conversation from before, now focused on the commotion behind you. There you saw a man with his gaze darkened, hands gripping tight on the side of the table. His friends were worried about his drastic gesture.

"Hey, Porco, are you alright?"

But his flaming eyes never left your face.

The aftermath of the titans' transformation was hell. All of the warriors were scrambling around to save themselves, only resulting in a delayed death. Their end was impending, and yet they were all wriggling and running, fighting for their own life.

Your gaze was still fixated on the spot where the brothers stood before. It was as if there were hundreds of bombs that detonated at the same time and now your vision filled with dust and rubble, blinding you from what was happening.

You whimpered as dried tears stained your cheek. For the past few hours, you have cried so much as you saw the cruelty of war. But Colt, oh, Colt — a man who was too good for this world, someone who cared deeply for his brother, someone who always hyped you up even when your old friend seemed to try to kick you out from the military.

War was evil, that was what Porco always tried to say to you. And yet here you were, in the middle of it all, watching how your race tried to kill each other. Watching; how your comrades died one by one in the most gruesome way.

No, there was still Porco. You still had Porco, Pieck, and Reiner. You couldn't see where the jaw titan was before, unlike the others. The last time you saw him was when he worked side by side with Reiner before all the debris concealed your vision from the event under you.

But as your vision finally cleared, you felt like someone just shot you through your chest.

"No. No."

A titan tried to eat Reiner. His jaw was fixated on the Armored Titan's nape. Somehow the titan looked familiar, and your eyes widened when you connected the missing puzzle.

It was Falco, and you didn't dare to look around, feeling sure that Colt was gone for certain from how close he was with his brother when he transformed.

Searching through the battlefield, you squint your eyes, trying to understand what was happening right now. Then you saw it, the jaw titan. Porco's titan. Laying idly on the ground not too far from Reiner.

Then just like that, you were reminded of how cruel war could be.

Falco's titan retracted his jaw from Reiner's nape. His long neck whipped to the side, murderous eyes locked to a new prey that was out in the open. A human flesh, without anything concealing them.

It was him, Porco, your old friend, the one who never wanted you to be here in the first place. Half of his face was gone from the impact that he took as a titan. You couldn't hear what he said as he walked to where Falco and Reiner were.

Everything happened so fast after that, yet you could catch every detail of how it took place.

You watched as he just accepted his fate, the pace that he chose was slow, though certain as he was ready to embrace death. He didn't scream, he didn't do anything as Falco's titan ran towards him, with one goal to devour him alive.

That was what he always did, saving children and comrades.

No matter how many humans he killed, no matter how his face often turned into a scowl for certain people, he was always the same Porco Galliard who would prioritize kids and his friends. He never changed. No, that was wrong. He did change.

But even though he changed, he had become a better man for every day that went by.

You couldn't hear anything as your eyes never left the nightmare in front of you. All the bodies that scattered around the ground, your comrades, fellow Eldians from Marley, even some citizens that you met here in Paradis, and Colt. Their deaths would be imprinted forever in your head.

Porco was right after all, just like usual, maybe this was why he didn't want you to be here. There were so many times he would pull you to the side after a meeting, just to tell you about the terror that followed in war. He told you about the horror inside the dead bodies, bloodshed, and screams that flew nonstop.

He tried so hard to show you that war was something that couldn't be stopped. That one day all of your comrades would die, some couldn't be recognised anymore, and neither would you. After all the war that you had been through before, you kept looking forward and never let yourself linger for a long time.

You always shrugged it off before, knowing for certain what you were signed up to. Of course, there was no beauty in war, you even knew there was no winning side at the end of the day. Just people who died on the battlefield, and those who survived.

Every time you imagine what war looks like, you were always ready. No matter how many deaths that you have seen, your eyes kept fixated on the freedom that would follow soon.

But perhaps, it was not the war itself that he deterred you from stumbling in — it was this.

Your hand clasped your mouth as you let the dam break, new tears replacing the previous stains that were glued on your face. Falco's titan crashed to the ground as he had Porco's body in between its teeth. You wanted to scream out, but you couldn't, or else the titans surrounding you would eat you alive.

The worlds crumbled the second you knew there was no tomorrow for Porco.

He was gone, half of his body swallowed down in an instant. And you could do nothing except push down your pain and hide yourself even further inside the rumbles where you hid.

You tried to calm down as you processed what happened. There he goes, he leaves and wouldn't come back. Your heart was racing and not from a reason that you wanted to remember. You felt like you couldn't breathe as you realised — that was the last time for you to take a look at your dearest friend.

And you would never have a chance to tell him.

Neither of how right he was about war.

Nor how beautiful he was in your eyes.

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[theroleofimagination]

Do you have any lionesses squad predictions quickly before it drops?

Sorry, I've not been online for most of the day (and am now about to go to bed!) so I missed this earlier.

I rather assumed it would be very similar to the last one, although I'd hoped Sarina would call up a few more younger players, so no big surprises really. Very glad to see Hampton and Russo called up but still not very convinced by that midfield, even with Walsh back. I know people want to see Jordan with the Lionesses, and I always do too, but she's only recently back from injury and with Arsenal's busy schedule I'm actually a bit relieved she's not been called up - I'm sure if she stays fit and playing well she'll be called up next time. If not then we can riot...

Anyway, the midfield is a funny one but I imagine we'll see Fran and Tooney in there rather than up top, and if Keira plays as DM at some point we may see Leah as CB so the positions as announced may not really mean anything in the end! Also - can we PLEASE play Daly up top? She's on fire in the NWSL atm. I had hoped that Hannah Blundell would get a call up at RB but sadly not. Hope she will in the future, we need more depth at RB/LB and it wouldn't hurt to actually call in some more players who play their club football there.

I was however very pleased by the announcement of a U23 team playing Belgium - I think this is an excellent move and I applaud Sarina for seeing the need for it. Hopefully we'll see some of these players be called into the senior squad on a more regular basis in the near future. Also very excited by the news that Mo Marley is back to oversee things and that Fara is involved in the coaching! All very promising news imo. There are some very exciting players in this U23 group and I'm looking forward to seeing them progress, a lot of them have been playing really well for their clubs and I was hoping we'd see some of them with the Lionesses soon. 🤞for a broadcast but that may be a bit optimistic. Hope the Belgians pull through with one!

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

This probably was a complex idea but here goes. I tried my best. Hope I met your expectations @bleurlover12

Love him or lose your clothes

"Now for today's special announcement , forbidden forest is still out of bounds , third floor halls are forbidden for anyone below 3rd year and a list of all that I can see right now is stuck outside Mr. Filch's office, kindly do the favour of actually going through it once " Ms. McGonagall announced with stern look , the new headmastress of Hogwarts. There were a few snickers around the hall which came to a halt as soon as she began speaking again

" Now for the more important announcements for the year, as we have all have suffered immensely in the period of war and many were on the run due to the investigations in the ministry or otherwise , the school have decided to keep recapitulation classes for the students in 8th year who have missed the entire year and wish to learn " Minerva briefly looked at Ron , Hermione and harry , who weren't surprised to know that they did get indirect attention .

" the recapitulation classes would only cover the important topics of the year and an exam at the end of march which will not be accounted for in the future or the year exams . These will only be experimental classes without any of the theoretical homework if you have wondered . We understand the immense amount of grief you all have suffered but it is important for every wizard and witch who dreams to end up somewhere to know what they will face outside. I repeat the classes will only be for year 8th and year 7th students if they wish to join. The rest of the information would be given in the classes . Interested students may drop by my office and submit their names later. To the next part , to build unity among school, we have arranged inter house collective quidditch matches. For the rest of the year Slytherin and Gryffindor House will be one team and Hufflepuff and ravenclaw will be one team who will play against another. Off you go now " Minerva ended her speech with immense amount of groans from the entire hall. Quidditch as Harry liked to think was the only way to let off some heat if he was mad at the other house, especially Slytherin but now as they had been combined it would be rather difficult .

As months went by, quidditch faced more and more trouble for Slytherin and gryffindor team, the problem being there couldn't be 2 seekers coming from the history that Draco and harry both were great seekers. As more and more trouble began to come up , it was decided that only for the position of seeker there will be 2 players for each team meaning 4 seekers in total and 2 snitches to be caught.

This might've developed in the quidditch practices that harry declared he neither hated Draco nor liked him any more than anyone else. The only problem however was, he was lying to himself. There wasn't a Doubt that draco had changed quite a lot in the past few months and that might've made harry question his sexuality. It was after one of the practices when he was getting into the showers he bumped into Draco who had just gotten out of the shower. While harry was either busy looking at the scars on draco's exposed chest or looking at his exposed body, he didn't know, draco had been telling him something that harry didn't quite get.

" are you even listening ?" Draco snapped his fingers in front of Harry's face. He finally looked up to draco's face which held an amused smile.

" I said there isn't enough hot water left " Draco replied smirking when harry didn't say anything. In the thick intensity of the moment harry without a word hurriedly left for the common room, again shared with Slytherin. Harry liked to believe that it was done purposely to torture him right now. It didn't help that draco showed up not more than 15 minutes later and didn't stop smirking at harry. The moment however soon died out in a couple of days.

Everything was fine or not weird as harry liked to believe until the week before Christmas . Harry was going back from potions recapitulation classes (which frankly harry still hated to be in, if it wasn't for Hermione he wouldn't had joined at all) when he realised he had accidentally picked up draco's wand instead of his. The only problem with it was that he had look almost everywhere for draco until he finally found him in astronomy tower ( he really was slow at using marauders map) . Draco didn't refuse Harry's invitation and they ended up talking about a lot more than they let on, harry blamed the firewhiskey that draco smuggled for finding draco's presence downright pleasing.

It was the next day during disapparation lessons things got a bit too suspicious for harry. It was as if whatever harry liked to do now involved Slytherin and more specifically, a particular Slytherin, Draco which only made things for harry bit more difficult.

" now I know most of you have already learnt apparation however a few of you aren't ministry approved yet. If anyone who's already ministry approved is more than welcome to leave or stay" as soon Mr. Lloyd said a few students left the classroom, leaving harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione by choice, Dean, Seamus again by choice or not a choice who knew and a couple others. The leftover students were immediately put into pairs and they began with the lesson.

Harry and draco stood alongside listening to the instructions carefully and soon started performing. The weird thing was right after alongside apparation between harry Draco, harry noticed something strange .

" where's your tie ?" Harry asked . Draco furrowed his eyebrows slowly touching around his neck only to find his tie was missing. It wasn't the only thing, harry was suddenly very much aware of his missing sock in his left foot. They assumed it might've loosened before apparation and fell out and It was indeed on the floor. This didn't however help the fact that his sock was missing. He looked back at Ron and held the same expression as harry, as if a part of the clothing was missing. They didn't really talk about it and the next day again came back for apparation tests. Harry again apparated along with Draco and this time he was aware of his lost belt which harry later on found behind draco's legs. Draco had a missing missing shoe. Their curiosity lingered on but they assumed that it was something wrong that they were doing because nobody else in the room seemed to have missing a shoe or a sock or in his case a belt except ofcourse Ron who frankly harry thought was just as wrong as him.

Harry and draco decided they'd practice the apparation in hogsmeade after hanging out together like Hermione had suggested to do but no matter what they tried something was missing and each time more items were missing. It was just after harry has lost his shirt while practicing that they came to halt. It got more awkward than he had liked to admit, it was the same as the day of that quidditch practise because draco was left speechless. Harry himself wanted to tease Draco for staring but had simply obliged with not doing so.

They practiced for a few more days after their usual hang out at astronomy tower until one day they both were rendered with nothing but boxers while practicing. They knew something was definitely wrong but were too embarrassed to say anything. As a few more seconds went it became hot and bothering for both of them that they dressed up and decided not to practice anymore and maybe practice with someone who had already passed the test. The weird part was, they both knew apparation very well.

Their questions weren't answered until among the last few lessons of apparation Hermione had questioned something almost just as embarrassed as harry was that day.

"Mr. Lloyd are there any other potential side effects of apparation other than splinching ?"

" oh yes my girl " he smiled " it's not a very discussed side effect considering its only applicable for young men and not women and in most cases not even evident "

" do you think we had potential side effects ?" Draco whispered in Harry's ear, if only draco knew how much it bothered him. Harry shrugged off knowing if he opened his mouth his voice would come out high pitched.

" you see if a young man have unrealised attraction towards someone then during a side along apparation they might lose their clothing while disapparating . It might even be little things if the feelings aren't that strong but the stronger the feelings are the more you'll lose the clothing. However it's only applicable during side along apparation with their love interest and not otherwise. This might somehow be used to identify your lover or soon to be lover , something like amrotentia " mr. Llyod ended with a strange smile over his face, as if he was almost proud of not sharing that information earlier.

If harry didn't know any better the situation between Draco and harry grew much more awkward than it was previously and the entire lesson they couldn't stop blushing. Harry looked at Ron behind and he knew that Ron had experienced the strange side effect with none other than Hermione, he chose not to ask him about it.

When the lesson ended harry walked out along with draco not breaking the silence until Draco spoke up " so I guess now you know "

" I guess now we both know " harry replied much more in the sense that they had come face to face with the fact that they had feelings for each other that they didn't know of. Maybe it started from after the day of quidditch practice or maybe it was the playful lessons, he couldn't care anymore . He liked draco and that was the bottom line.

" so..." Draco turned to harry blushing Scarlett red while running the back of his neck nervously.

" I think it's better if the next time we do apparation we're doing it after a date " harry smiled. Draco was almost shocked and embarrassed of thinking about the aftermath of the date " really !"

" I think there's nothing more left for us to do right!" Harry replied shrugging. Draco smiled at harry and nodded .

" I'll send you the note for the date then" harry replied awkwardly. Draco bit his lip lightly before nodding and walked back to the tower together.

" harry ?" Draco held harry back by his wrist before entering the dorm tower.

Harry turned to Draco with a confused expression.

His confusion was washed away when Draco lightly pecked Harry's cheeks " I look forward to the date harry potter " and he left.

Harry was left there blushing to himself lightly touching where draco had kissed his cheek. It felt nice harry thought. It was better than nice and harry entered his room and giddily threw himself onto the bed. He felt like a teenage girl.

It was after the first date that the losing clothes after apparation did not matter much, they had already planned the night anyways.

Side along prompts

Day 2- running finger through the hair

Day 3- hiding face in the neck