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yourboyfriendauideas · 3 years ago

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Your Boyfriend Pokémon AU

Today was the day. You had spent months working with Professor Juniper at the Pokémon research lab in Nuvema town, getting to know your partner Pokémon, and the day had finally come where the two of you would set off on your journey together.

You grab your gear and head out to the lab, enjoying the sea breeze as you made your way up the path. “There you are! Where were you?” You hear a voice from the front of the lab. It was TK, your fellow program member. “The session starts now! You’re late!” They exclaim. You go to head in together when “Looks like you two are in a hurry” comes from behind you, and you turn to see Lucy, her signature smirk adorned on her face. “We’re gonna be late if we don’t get in there Lucy!” Says TK nervously, as you collectively walk up to the lab doors. You walk in together and are greeted by Professor Juniper. “Hi there! Welcome back to the Pokémon lab! I hope you’re ready for your final day, this is the all important last step before your travels. During your journey, you will meet many Pokémon and people with different personalities and points of view! I really hope you find what is important to you in all of these travels… That's right! Befriend new people and Pokémon and grow as a person! That is the most important goal for your journey! Alright, let’s get everyone together again!” She throws out three Pokéballs, and they open to reveal your friends. TK’s Rowlet coos appreciatively at the sight of them waving, whilst Lucy’s Salazzle seems more aloof and unaffected by her arrival. Your own Pokémon seems pleased to see you as well, excited to finally get started. The professor pulls out a Pokédex with a flourish. “I’m sure you’re all familiar with what a Pokédex does, so I’ll get straight to the point. I want you three to travel to many distant places and meet all of the Pokémon in the Unova region! “ TK smiles and Lucy smirks at her proclamation, and you feel yourself getting pumped to finally head on out with your partner. She hands out the Pokédexes and Pokéballs, and you head outside with the group to meet once more at the entrance. “Having Pokémon battle one another is particularly popular, and it deepens the bonds between people and Pokémon. And that is why I research Pokémon. So for today, as your final task, I want you to try battling one another with your newfound friends!” Being the less energetic of the two Lucy seems okay with letting TK battle first. “Don’t go easy on us now YN, we’re gonna give it our all, so you’d better do the same!” They say, as Rowlet flies forwards to land on the marked arena on the ground. Your own Pokémon moves to match them, signalling to you that they’re ready to fight. _____ Your Boyfriend sighed appreciatively from afar, watching your battle with a loving gaze. His darling was so amazing, to think that they were finally starting their journey just like he had not long before. What he wouldn’t give to be by their side, battling with them, training with them, being with them completely and utterly… His Seviper, Rat, was happily wrapped around the tree next to where he was perched, and nuzzled up to his side amusedly. Your Boyfriend himself was rather uncomfortable, having been crouched in a tree for quite some time now. Still it was more than worth it for the view. He absentmindedly pet Rat as she rubbed against his side. YN battling in all their glory, their body tense and ready, as they yelled out their commands over the battlefield. In complete control of everything, masterfully directing their Pokémon, as a sheen of sweat dripped over their perfect form. You were so stunning like this, so strong, so powerful, so absolutely breathtaking. He swooned at the thought of you using such a tone with him. Commanding him to his knees, as he opened his mouth wide to… No. Focus. Today was the day he finally got to introduce himself to you. You were just starting your journey and he wanted, no needed, to take the role of rival from those annoying idiots that were always stealing your attention away from him. Only he could be your rival. Only he was deserving of such a title. Only he was worthy of your attention. He longed to face you in battle, to have you recognise his strength, his power, his ability to provide for you, so you could finally see the future you would build together. Or perhaps you would win, and as your prize you would claim him completely and utterly, marking his body as your own as the two of you descended into lustful ecstasy… He was hard again. Not for the first time today, and he shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the rising in his pants as he strained to watch your fight. He wouldn’t miss this for the world, your first official battle! And though it pained him that it would be against somebody else just the knowledge that he got to witness such an occasion made him giddy with happiness. What a blessing this was! ____ After finishing the second battle against Lucy, Professor Juniper began speaking again. “It feels as though your Pokémon have already begun to trust you in battle. I’m sure you’re all proud of how far you’ve come together. Let’s get you started on your journey!” You recollect your gear from where you had stashed it for the fight, before getting ready to head out to Route 1. TK and Lucy opt to join you, and the three of you walk down the short pathway from the lab to Accumala town, stopping to battle some wild Pokémon along the way. Once you reach Accumala town the three of you decide to split up, Lucy chatting with one of her friends who lived nearby, and TK heading up some steps to get a view out over the town. You head to the Pokémon centre. After healing your Pokémon you decide to sit down on the park bench with your Pokémon and plan your next move. Sitting back and relaxing for a short while you close your eyes and take a deep breath, only to be startled to alertness by a sudden sound to your side. “You’re a jumpy one, aren’t ya?”

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((With thanks to @your-so @yourboyfriendwritting and @y0ur-beta-b0yfriend for the encouragement))

#your boyfriend #yourboyfriend #your boyfriend au #yourboyfriendau #your boyfriend Pokémon au

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generalfoolish · 4 years ago

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Feel The Heat

Part Four: Fragile Bird

Rating: 18+ (minors take a hike)

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, more past relationship stuff, meddling friends, general anxiety stuff

Word count: ~2.5k

Pairing: Frankie “Fish” Morales x OC Juniper Collins

Summary: June attends a Benny Miller Fight

A/N: Hey babes! Sorry for the delay! #MandoMay2021 has ruined my brain. Enjoy, anyway 💕

Masterlist | Part Three | Part Five

June was kicking herself the whole way to school. She felt so foolish. As fast as the fear and anxiety had set in, it had dissipated. She didn’t know what was true and what her mind was twisting to fit into the worst-case scenarios she had construed. It felt impossible to pick herself out of the rut of her mind.

But then, she wasn’t sure she wanted to. Maybe she was spiraling for a reason. Her last relationship had imploded, and it was beyond messy. She was aware, better than most, that things weren’t always what they seemed.

June parked her car, and went inside. She was early. But, at least inside her classroom she could shut the door and really think things through. That shred of privacy was what she needed, June decided as she jogged to the main building. She entered the security code, but locked the door back behind her.

Once in her room, she dropped her bag on her desk and sat down heavily.

Time to tell yourself some hard truths, June:

Terry was your fiancé. He left you at the altar. And took your dog.

Terry had kept the honeymoon tickets and went on the trip with another girl.

And that girl was one of your bridesmaids, and supposedly, a good friend.

Terry had made some really sketchy moves behind your back and fucked you out of a lot of money and left you reliant on your family and friends.

It was years ago, and you aren’t over it. You hate Terry, but you have a big, gaping whole where your heart should be and it’s filled with sadness and hate.

But you really like Frankie.

You really, really like Frankie.

June swallowed hard, and pulled her phone out. She keyed open her texts and typed a long message out. Then deleted it. Then re-worded and re-typed. Then deleted it again.

A knock at the door broke the spell. Sam stuck her head in, and gave a pitiful smile.

“Hey, lady…” June nodded her into the room.

“Morning, Sam.”

“Sorry, about setting you up on such a bad date.” June’s facade slipped into a frown.

“How do you know it ended badly?” Sam’s mouth pressed into a thin line.

“Weeeeell, Santiago told me a few minutes ago.” June looked at her phone’s time and groaned. Frankie worked fast.

“It didn’t end the best. It’s my fault.”

“I want to make it up to you!”

“I can’t go out tonight.” She told Sam, already shaking her head. June was feeling a little more hungover than she normally liked on a Wednesday morning at seven a.m.

“Not tonight, silly. Friday night!” Sam perched on her desk, and beamed down. “I doubt you have plans then.” She added with a playful wink.

“I was going to grade.” June told her flatly.

“Great! You’ll come with us.”

“Us?” June asked, her tone skeptical.

“Yeah, it’s a fight? It’s one of Santi’s friends.” June knitted her eyebrows together in disbelief.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea.”

“Fish isn’t going.” Sam told her, like that solved every issue.

“It’s still very third-wheelish. Grading isn’t glamorous, but it beats going on a date with you and your boyfriend.” June told her with a laugh.

“It won’t just be us! Will and his wife, and Ben, but he’s fighting.”

“So...fifth wheeling?”

“Or, maybe you hit it off with Ben!” June gaped at her.

“You aren’t trying to set me up with another guy in this friend group are you?” The dust hadn’t even settled from last night.

“Oh no. He is hot though. Maybe just get you finally laid?” June scoffed.

“Santi tell you that too?”

“Ha! No, I just guessed. You don’t seem like the type to put out on the first date.” June flushed at the comment, trying to not remember what she had said to Frankie.

“I’ll think about coming.” June told her, after a beat of silence. Sam clapped, and made her way to the door.

“Junie, I am sorry it didn’t work out.” June nodded and smiled. Sam meant well, even if her presence had distracted June from her text. She only had a few minutes before kids would show up, and she wasn’t sure what to say.

Anything was better than nothing.

“I’m sorry. Hope you’ll let me explain.”

~~~

June adjusted her t-shirt when she got out of her car. She couldn’t believe that Sam had actually talked her into coming out. Especially, considering it was Frankie’s friends. Especially, since Frankie hadn’t said anything back to her text. She hesitated beside her car door, and settled on just leaving. Why had she even come at all?

“June! I’m glad you came!” Busted. June looked over to see Sam sliding out of a large pick up. Sam ran over and hugged her tightly. “Relax!” She told June’s tense shoulders.

“Hey!” A man called out from the other side of the truck. “That wasn’t even in park, lady.” That must be Santiago, June thought. Sam was right, he was attractive. Heat crept up June’s neck at some of the stories Sam had shared.

“You were stopped, Santi.” Sam told him, rolling her eyes. “This is June, June this is Santiago.” June smiled shyly, hoping beyond hope that she wasn’t about to get raked over hot coals for what happened with Frankie. Instead, Santi smiled warmly.

“Nice to put a lovely face to a lovely name.” He told her, a bright smile dancing on his lips. A charmer, for sure.

“You too. Sam speaks highly of you.” He laughed, a warm, chuckle.

“I’m sure it was too much. Will and Becka are already inside, if you guys want to head in.” Santi placed a hand on Sam’s lower back and led the entourage inside. To June’s surprise they headed straight for the locker room. Two men and a woman were standing in the room, talking in hushed tones when they walked in.

“Santi!” The younger man called out, he must have been the fighter, the only one in gym clothes. Ben, June thought, trying to recall his name.

“Benny! You remember Sam, of course!” Benny, or Ben, smiled brightly and nodded, before whisking her up in a hug. When his eyes landed on June, the smile faltered.

“I thought Fish was with the kids.” June turned, wide-eyed to Sam, who shook her head quickly. “Oh, well, June, right?” He recovered, extending his hand. June took his hand reluctantly, but cut her eyes to Sam all the same. What was this?

“Well, we’re going to find the seats, you boys can give him the pep talk alone.” The woman, who must have been Becka, announced.

“That was weird, huh?” Sam asked, laughing.

“Yeah, real weird.” Becka agreed, looping her arms through both Sam and June’s.

“What’s going on?” June asked, her throat feeling tight.

“Well, you’ve been bummed out about your date.” Sam started.

“And, Frankie has been inconsolable.” Becka finished.

“Is that right? He never responded to my text. I asked him to let me explain, he just didn’t give me a chance.” June kept her arm in place, but felt her heart beating faster. This had been a disaster. Why would she inject herself into a situation where she was surrounded by people who knew Frankie intimately.

The hall ended in the arena, and June slipped behind Becka and Sam. Whatever answers they had were held off because of the blaring music and loud chatter. June hadn’t really expected such a crowd. It seemed Benny was a popular fighter. Becka led the group to a roped off section near the ring, and dropped heavily into a chair.

“Will’s grabbing drinks. Beer, okay?” Becka asked, peeking around Sam to June.

“Yeah, a Corona or Modelo.” June answered. She’d have to remember to venmo money to Becka later. Or just make Sam cover her, for dragging her here in the first place.

“So, what’s going on?” June asked again, leaning in closely to Sam.

“Don’t get mad,” Sam started, smiling wolfishly. June squeezed her eyes shut. This was a setup. “It’s just so you can talk!” Sam added, defensively.

“This is a horrible place to talk.”

“You agreed to come. It was pretty obvious, right?” Becka added, laughing. June groaned, knowing well that Becka had a point. The whole night had felt staged, and yet, here she was anyway.

“I tried to talk to him.” June argued, ignoring Becka’s comment.

“Better in person, I guess.” A gruff voice sounded behind her. She turned quickly and tried to keep her composure. Frankie.

He looked good, she thought, her eyes grazing over him. Another flannel, another cap, but he was working them out. His scruff seemed fuller, and she wondered if he’d been sleeping well, the dark circles under his eyes told her probably not.

“That’s right!” Becka laughed, grabbing her drink.

~~~

It was a set up. Frankie saw her from far away, and his throat dried up immediately. She looked amazing, all tight jeans and t-shirt. That ponytail, he was in trouble.

He hadn’t done a great job of responding to her attempts to talk. To sort things out. He was still burned from the morning after nothing happened.

A phone call to Santi that morning had confirmed his suspicions. What had happened was weird. Santi took some time to dig up intel on her, and Frankie felt a little weird about it. Until, that was, he saw what she’d been through. He could understand her hesitancy. But what he couldn’t scrub from his mind was how she had looked on top of him, pupils blown wide with lust. How she’d sounded wrecked when she asked him to fuck her, fuck him out of her system, she’d said. He had spent a lot of time in the shower, and in the dark of his bedroom, thinking about that.

But, he still hadn’t answered her. He didn’t know how. He had felt like he had had a door slammed in his face, and was hesitant to knock again. There was no guarantee that she wouldn’t pull away again, and he didn’t want that. He wanted to be let in, and he wanted her.

When the boys asked him to a fight, he had agreed immediately. Becka called in the sitter, and it would be a good break from the hard work of the farm, he had told himself. It wasn’t until he was holding as many cups of beer as he could carry, and he was staring at June that he realized it was a setup.

He didn’t know if she knew, and it didn’t matter. If she was here, that meant something. What, he wasn’t sure yet, but definitely something. He felt his ears start to burn as he approached, and heard the conversation was on him. Him ignoring her.

“Better in person, I guess.” He said, attempting to offer an olive branch. June looked like she was about to pass out. She was as clueless as him. But, her eyes on him were more hungry than anything.

“That’s right!” Becka laughed, and grabbed a beer from him. He handed one to Sam, and offered one to June. She took it hesitantly, fingers brushing his against the wet cup.

“Outside?” He asked, glancing at the watch on his forearm. There was plenty of time until Benny fought, and he had a growing suspicion that she wasn’t actually all that into the idea of a fight. He led her outside, his hand hovering on her lower back. Partially, because he didn’t want to lose her in the crowd, but mostly because he wanted to be close to her. It was driving him crazy.

In the parking lot, she whirled on him. Her beer sloshed a little, but she didn’t seem to notice the drink on her fingers.

“I’m sorry for the morning, but why didn’t you say anything?” She asked, tone more hurt than the indignant she was going for. He gaped. He didn’t have an answer. Not the time to respond reactively, though. This was already a mess.

“I thought some time would help.” He told her quietly. He was way out of his depth. She paused, not having anticipated a level response from him.

“It might have.” She conceded. He wished he could read her mind. “I am sorry. You’re the first person I’ve felt anything more than passing attraction for since my ex. It was messy. I thought I was past it. Clearly, I’m not. I think that things happened quickly, and it freaked me out. And I thought about when we first met, and…” He grimaced, knowing what she was thinking. He hadn’t given her a great first impression. Or second, or third.

He realized, dumbly, that he had been thinking the worst of her, but she had seen the worst of him. He reached out, not thinking, and rubbed her cheek.

“I’m sorry. Let’s just take it slow. I don’t mind waiting, but I have to kiss you now. Is that okay?” He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, and was vaguely aware that it made his voice raspy. It didn’t matter, all that mattered, was that June nodded. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her.

#frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #Frankie Morales x f!oc #Frankie Morales x oc #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #triple frontier oc #Pedro pascal

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oonajaeadira · 3 years ago

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Adira,

When typing on my phone a common typo happens whenever typing your name, my thumb hits 'o' instead of 'i'. I do it often enough my phone thinks it's a word... and I don't know how many times I said I should just keep it, it cuz it's true.

I can be pretty shy... I dont know how any times I type out a comment or message and then hit back, back, back until it's gone. For all kinds of people, not just intimidatingly popular and talented people I don't know, people I feel close to as well. I think, well nah, don't want to be annoying or just... I don't know- be static.

So I am kind of wondering what on earth gave me the push to DM you after finishing chapter 4 of Losing My Religion that early morning...Haha then I peppered your DMs with play by plays of my reactions to LMR updates... ooops.. even though you told me you liked them, I still kind of feared I was annoying you.

But I am SO glad I did. (Not annoy you...sigh, anyway) I can't even imagine this whole Tumblr thing without you (as you said more beautifully than I ever could, the trees of our hearts grow such similar leaves)... and if any of our chats or my recaps helped you stick with LMR and/or branch out to other characters, when we were just wee baby tumblrfolk, and everyone seemed wanted one very specific type of Mando fic... well, I'm thinking of sending myself a fruit basket!

I am truly in awe of your talent, you make any idea, prompt and request better, you create such beauty with your words and you are so wonderfully protective of your stories and characters integrity. You make it seem so easy (though I know you work very hard and have your own insecurities). I've never seen you act, but I've heard you and yes, I stand by what I said, Ezra would want to listen to your beautiful voice reading or reciting stories and poetry. (Speaking of that, I do plan to continue with the LMR recordings)

And you coming out Salem-way and getting to hug you irl was truly a highlight of the year for me as well. It was so generous and loving of you! This is the hallmark of your personality. Generous and loving.

Kindred, sister, friend, I love you dearly! Thank you for being my friend (now I have to stop because I'm getting a teary)

I Adora!

I think I read this three times through before I was able to move. And that seems weird, because you're Hazel, my Kindred, my longest pal in the Tumblrtown now IRL friend and yet I am floored like a starstruck teenager because the kindest person on Tumblr likes me.

When you came into my DMs I was shocked that anyone around here would want to talk to me, much less about my fic. And you were so so generous in your praise for LMR and, what's more, told me why you liked it and that you could see yourself in Little Bird. And that's what helped me keep at it. That I wasn't just writing a little adventure for myself to live, that someone else could have that adventure too.

You were so supportive, so funny and warm and kind, up with me at weird hours of the night...

I saw that you were often afraid of bothering and all I could tell you was the first truth which was "of course never, how could hearing such wonderful things from someone about your fic be a bother? How could kind words ever be unwelcome from someone so wonderful?" But if you ever felt you were being a bother, that is on me... I may have been shy and quiet because I could not tell you the other truth which was, "I'm sorry if I don't gush thanks right back at you, but I really can't believe someone came to my corner to talk to me and I just don't want to scare you away!"

But you took my hand and did not let go and I will always love you for it.

Then you came out of your shell and began being so very supportive of so many fandom writers with your big, beautiful heart. THEN! You started finding your own voice and writing. BRINGING GROGU TO LIFE and all the adventures at Juniper Cottage... And your Frankie.... You're the one that got me to watch Triple Frontier because I could tell you felt so strongly about him and I wanted to know more. That started me on a road of wanting to watch more of his stuff and know more of his characters. And, of course, the instigation. There would be no Bookshop without your gentle carrot dangling. And Bookshop became my heart. You pulled me gently out of my corner and into this fandom and made me feel loved and appreciated.

But meeting you in Salem, oh lady. First of all can I just say it's always been a dream of mine to be greeted at an airport by someone holding a sign with my name on it and that kind of just shook me. I know it's a dumb dream, but it's mine and you made it happen lol. And then the warmest, squeeziest hug...that was just the beginning of a lovely couple of days. I don't think there's anything more beautiful than meeting someone "for the first time" and feeling like you've known each other for ages. You made me feel welcome and adored and I had so so so much fun.

My girl. My Kindred. My Tumblr fam. Your bright soul shines here. Don't you dare erase your messages and take your sunshine away. You are one of the warmest lights here. We love to see you. I love to have you here. <3

#my kindred is the best of all possible kindreds

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onewomancitadel · 3 years ago

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Hey, your fanfiction/oneshots are amazing! I’m constantly rereading them because they’re so good lol. i mean, if you want another prompt, here’s one that’s been circling my head recently. Cinder plays videogames for the first time with Jaune. (I’m just saying, she does seem competitive. ;) Imagine how competitive she’ll be playing video games)

Nooo omg thank you T_T sorry I am such a baby about my fanfic, I take it far too seriously. I think sometimes I get sad I don't get many comments but I appreciate people just reading my fic at all, and I think I'm a bit stressed at the moment with uni and I'm projecting it everywhere else. You’re very kind and thank you for your message. I hope you enjoy the fic I ended up writing.

So, er, I took your prompt, didn't know how to write it, then remembered the obsesssion I've had with competitive Super Smash Bros. Melee for a good decade and a bit, and decided to put that to use. Sorrynotsorry. Not intending to represent or portray IRL people who compete, because that would be weird, I just love Melee lol.

I remember there was this extremely popular e-sports Over/watch fic in a fandom I was in, complete juggernaut, and for a long time I’ve always been like wow wish somebody wrote a MELEE fic, why doesn’t someone write a MELEE FIC so that person is me, I’m the one who has to do it. I have also always wished the vagaries of the comp scene were represented properly XDDD

So for some context:

Stock – like a life, you play with four stocks in tournament. Four stocking is beating somebody without losing a life, or dying. Puff is a slightly controversial character, and for a couple of years a very popular player dominated with her (contrary to popular belief Fox is the best and only good character in Melee). I don’t know if there’s anything else to clear up, because the rest is window dressing. Oh, CRTs are those old televisions which are really heavy, but they have no input lag so at in-person events they’re used. I reference some vague type of pandemic cuz it works for the setup of Crimson (OOH WHO IS THAT I WONDER), but just pretend it was Salem’s fault and everything is better now.

Fic title: The strange and intricate dating rituals of the nerd

Tags: author is a loser, author is a nerd, identity porn, finding excuses to make my dollies kiss, otherwise no content warnings. Vague modern AU set in Remnant, around 4,000 words (like a 10 or 20 minute read), oneshot, of course this is Cinder/Jaune, it goes without saying.

Fic summary for this would be:

Completely stupid, nonsensical Melee fan writes a fanfic, using the setting as window-dressing for her two favourite characters to kiss. The elusive Crimson challenges Juniper, or rather, Pyrrha, to a moneymatch.

“Is that legal?” Ren asked. “You can’t have a person as a prize, right?”

“I’m not moneymatching them. It’s alright.” Then Pyrrha looked at her notifications. She had so many Jaune wondered if her phone were hot to the touch. “It must be a joke!” Pyrrha tried.

Fic begins under the cut. This isn’t going on AO3 lol. Hope you enjoy it iressent, I think this fic appeals to only us two.

“How do you even make money off video games?” said Nora. She was dabbing at ketchup on her chin, oddly reminiscent of Weiss.

“I think you stream?” Ren offered.

“Well, yeah, that’s what you do now,” Jaune said. “But like, tournament winnings can sometimes be enough, or at least they used to be, with sponsorships, but yeah, I guess you have to stream now or whatever. I don’t really care though.”

Not like he was ever going to tell his parents he wanted to play Melee for a living. That was never going to happen.

“I think it doesn’t matter if you make money or not, Jaune. I’m sure we’ll both have fun anyway,” Pyrrha said. “This is the biggest tournament in Vale. There’s people coming all over. We might even make friends.”

“What are you gonna do with your tournament winnings, Pyrrha?” said Nora. Pyrrha giggled and shook her head.

“Don’t jinx it, Nora.”

“We’ll come cheer for you both anyway.” Nora and Ren shared a look. They didn’t play, but Jaune and Pyrrha both did, and Pyrrha wasn’t embarrassed about it the way Jaune was. It was like, video games. Taken seriously.

But it was just a weekend tournament, so it was alright. Online was good now, but nothing compared to it in person. Well, maybe not carrying all those heavy CRTs.

“Besides, it’s the first tournament that Crimson’s attending,” Pyrrha said. “Though I think they spelt it with a zero?”

“A zero and an underscore,” Jaune added.

“Very… creative. Though I suppose their Twitter is also… very…”

“Ooh? Gossip?” said Nora. “Show me their Twitter!”

Crimson was not exactly the most popular figure. They had only attended online tournaments, and nobody knew yet how those results compared to in-person tournaments. Rollback was good, but it wasn’t 1:1. Crimson also had made themselves somewhat of an outspoken figure.

“Crimson isn’t Pyrrha’s biggest fan,” Jaune said. Pyrrha was probably the best of them. Easily the best. She’d had tournament wins in Atlas, when Jaune and Pyrrha had accompanied Weiss for that one awful trip home, and as soon as it had been over they’d funnelled Weiss back with them, and then there wins back in Argus, her hometown. Jaune played doubles with her, and he was good support, but he hadn’t won a tournament before.

“I play a character which makes some people upset,” Pyrrha said.

CRIMS0N_ @-crims0n

Anybody who plays puff is cheap lol

errant tim @Hamburgerhelper69

just say you’re jealous of juniper and go

CRIMS0N_ @-crims0n

Sure jealous of that chick who stalls. I’ll moneymatch her idc

querantian @querantrrrrrrrrr

like she’ll moneymatch u,u only play online,even then u only play fox. fox is broken,andu abuse waveshine

CRIMS0N_ @-crims0n

I use Falco sometimes and at least waveshine actually takes effort

Nora looked up from her phone where Pyrrha had linked Crimson’s account. Jaune had never seen Nora look so put off, confused, but also close to losing it.

“Does Crimson just argue with people online all day? And a moneymatch?”

“Pyrrha’s not moneymatching Crimson. That would be a match… for money,” Jaune added.

“About that,” Pyrrha said, and nervously laughed.

A new Tweet had come in just then:

CRIMS0N_ @crims0n

@JNPRoz moneymatch, you win i never use fox again, i win i get your doubles partner jaune

Jaune had been sipping his drink when he read that and choked on it. Ren thumped him on the back.

“Is that legal?” Ren asked. “You can’t have a person as a prize, right?”

“I’m not moneymatching them. It’s alright.” Then Pyrrha looked at her notifications. She had so many Jaune wondered if her phone were hot to the touch. “It must be a joke!” Pyrrha tried.

“Yeah, I don’t know why they’d want me. I’m not even good,” he said, and laughed. “They must just be messing with you.”

Of course, that was when Crimson said they were resolutely not messing around. Pyrrha turned her phone up for Jaune to read it.

“I think you should do it,” he said.

“But you can’t be a human prize.”

“They might not even really mean it. Maybe they just want people to be hyped. Or controversy. All press is good press?”

Crimson’s Twitter was really a testament to that.

“I mean, Vale’s best player versus Mistral’s newcomer who everybody thinks is kind of a troll, it would be cool,” Jaune said.

Pyrrha was considering it. He could see. He felt like the devil on her shoulder. Of course, he could see all the ongoing drama on her phone, but he loathed to check his. They were a good doubles team, but he wasn’t that good, and he didn’t know why Crimson had decided to troll Pyrrha like this. Other than the fact people speculated Jaune and Pyrrha were dating.

Of course, in that case, he would’ve thought Crimson would want Pyrrha, whoever they were. Jaune wasn’t a catch.

It was good drama, anyway. He watched Pyrrha start to type a Twat.

Juniper | Oz @-JNPRoz

I’ll do it. If it’s legal.

CRTs really were way too heavy. Like, he understood they had no input lag, but sometimes he missed playing online, because on weekends he could roll out of bed for a tournament with no fuss. Then again, since in-person events had returned, he realised he missed being around people too. He made idle chatter and helped avert a disaster with getting one of the televisions up a narrow staircase to the playing hall.

They had hired out an event centre in the middle of the city, which meant carrying televisions that far for the tournament was one thing, but there was also expensive parking. He and Pyrrha had driven in with their equipment, and now she’d gone to find somewhere cheaper to park.

“Mr. Muscles over here!” Cardin thumped Jaune on the back. Jaune scoffed.

“Yeah, I’m no Mr. Muscles, there are four CRTs at the bottom of the stairs you could help with.”

“Oh, no, I can’t, I’m interviewing people for my channel. Pre-event stuff.”

Jaune noticed the camera guy beside him. Dove? Lark? Jaune couldn’t remember his name. He put his hands on his hips and said, “Well, for documentation purposes, Cardin hasn’t helped bring in a single CRT—”

“And that’s Pyrrha’s doubles partner, everybody!” Cardin cut in and stood in front of him.

“You can just edit me out later anyway.”

“I’m not great at editing,” said the camera guy. “And Cardin doesn’t pay me.”

“You get exposure,” said Cardin.

Jaune didn’t miss people anymore. It had lasted for about ten minutes. It was the height of summer, and the hall was already starting to stink up with heat. Unfortunately, he also knew Cardin didn’t wear deodorant. He could also smell the absence of it, his pungent body odour like the opposite of a pheromone. Maybe it was for the best Cardin wasn’t helping.

Jaune rolled his eyes. He hoped Cardin would go away, but instead he found a new victim lurking by the backdoor entryway.

“Well, hello there!”

Jaune followed him. There was a girl standing by the doorway, too nicely dressed for a Melee event, her black hair wavy and thick. She wore an eyepatch over her right eye, and she was, in want of a better word, maybe something more specific to capture her, beautiful.

He immediately felt pity for her. Cardin was bad enough around him.

“Cardin, can you go annoy somebody else? Or make yourself useful?” he said from behind Cardin, but Cardin ignored him.

“And who might you be? Are you someone’s girlfriend? Did you get lost?”

“He doesn’t represent us,” Jaune said to her. “I mean that literally, I don’t think anybody watches his videos. Cardin, go away.”

Jaune slipped past her to go fetch more of the CRTs. When he did, she felt hot, hotter than summer. He was not, in Cardin’s words, here ‘to pick up chicks’. He was here to win. Well, watch Pyrrha win. These events were about the game. Plus it was the one time he didn’t feel like a complete loser.

What he was also here doing was picking up CRTs. Not a date. Which he was currently struggling with. He was about to start crying for help, until the girl appeared again and took the other end wordlessly. They lifted it up at once, and went up the stairs, her first.

“You’ve got it?” she said.

“Yeah, I’m good, just minding the stairs.” They went carefully, because if it dropped, it would be a complete nightmare. “Cardin leave you alone?” he puffed out.

“You should watch his video when he uploads it.”

They made it to the top and navigated their way to where it was supposed to go for the pools. Jaune laughed. “I don’t think even Cardin’s mom watches his videos.”

She made a pitying noise. “Aw, but he works so hard. What with paying his friends so well.”’

He couldn’t help laughing again.

Jaune let the others setting up take over and went back to grab the next one. Only a few left.

She was funny. He didn’t feel so bad about having to carry the televisions in the heat, now. The event hall was starting to fill up with people trickling in the front, probably hoping to play exhibition matches before the event proper started. Jaune had got up way too early for this day. At least it hadn’t been so hot then.

“So you’re here for the tournament?” he said.

“Yes,” she said, and smiled, like she had a secret. He tried really hard not to check her out. He was here for the game. But she had a curvy waist, and a sundress on like she had just walked in from a spring picnic, not a sweltering summer day. She was lovely, in that type of way he wasn’t used to: a pair of glittering earrings on, a smear of lip-gloss, slightly flushed cheeks, the floral print of her dress matching her eye, a dusty blue to complement the oddly sweet, fiery orange.

“Well, good luck. But most of all have fun,” he said. “I just like being around everybody here. Not that I’m any good at the game! Well, I’m no tournament winner.” Then he awkwardly laughed and ran his hand through his hair.

He expected her to turn and go, but she tilted her head at him. “Aren’t you Juniper’s doubles partner? You won the Atlas tournament before everything went online, and before that, all of Vale’s.”

“Well, yeah, but that was mostly Pyrrha,” he said. “I don’t place as well in singles.”

“But you did. You came second in Atlas.”

“I don’t think they’re that great over in Atlas, to tell you the truth. Metagame is so different here. But with online I think they’re getting better.”

“Yes, online,” she said. “You don’t think it’s corrupting the game?”

“If you can’t carry a heavy CRT, can you really call yourself a Melee player?”

She seemed to like that. Her smile was pretty. It was sort of mean, and almost a smirk, but it was pretty. “I can’t imagine Cardin would like that. But you and I managed well enough with them. Let’s say we take the rest?”

Jaune liked the sound of that. Tournaments were cool, but nobody liked the set-up, or the expensive food, or the hotel prices. Or Cardin interviewing people for his shitty channel. Or, for that matter, Cardin swindling them out of a dinner fare. It was nice to think about being near everybody again, but it was all about the game.

Of course, Jaune was a fucking idiot and had a crush now.

“I didn’t get your name,” he said. “I feel like if I drop a television on you, I should at least know your name.”

“Cinder,” she said. “You’re Jaune.”

“Just Jaune,” he said and shrugged.

Jaune played pools, since the transition back from online events meant they wanted everybody to qualify again, previous wins or no. His Marth was pretty good, and it’s not like he had picked Marth to start with because he was the pretty swordsman— he liked the way he played— but it’s not like it had nothing to do with it. Marth felt smoother to him than Fox, but even the vanguard of Foxes, Crimson, seemed to have a thing for defending him and the matchup.

He found it kind of obtusely funny.

The tournament went on and he mostly focussed on the sets, ignoring Cardin between games and keeping to himself. He didn’t end up talking to anybody much, and he progressed through the Losers' bracket after one loss to a slippy Fox. He had the poor luck of facing Cardin, who threw his controller when he lost, and refused to fist-bump at the end of the match.

Jaune’s fist remained in the air just for a second or two longer than he should have. He went to the next match. By the time Jaune tuned in, the Winners’ Bracket final was taking place. Whoever won this he would face next.

It was Crimson versus Juniper.

And it was Cinder, the girl with whom he’d spoken earlier. She was lazily stretching in her chair, ignoring Pyrrha talking to her, until she blankly nodded at whatever she had said. Cinder was Crimson. Crimson, who thought Pyrrha was cheap, and spent too much time on Twitter, the Mistrali troll, who entirely been anonymous until Cinder had flounced in wearing a sundress and lip-gloss and helped him carry the stupidly heavy CRTs.

He had to hide his laugh, because nobody else would understand. Crimson, who wanted to win him in a moneymatch.

Which meant either she had an interest in him, or she really, really wanted to mess with Pyrrha. It was probably the latter. It had to be the latter. That must have been why she was coy and sweet with him, and fluffed up his Smash skills. He was glad he hadn’t preened before her. He didn’t fall for that type of sweet talk. But she was pretty, and funny, and he had liked talking to her when he had been hot and annoyed.

It’s not like he and Pyrrha were dating anyway, though. Crimson wasn’t going to manipulate or upset Pyrrha the way she thought she could. They were good friends, sure, but it’s not like Pyrrha had feelings for him or anything, and it’s not like Jaune was her doubles partner to worm his way into dating her. They liked playing together.

And Crimson had taken messing with Pyrrha too far.

He sat down in the audience to watch the match. He didn’t know what he expected. Crimson went Fox, Juniper went Puff, and then it was match, set and ready. The commentators were annoying and kept going on about Crimson’s playstyle, which was so aggressive they couldn’t keep up with her movement, and then they were bringing up how surprising it was she managed at all to be good offline, and then they brought up the moneymatch. Everybody knew about the moneymatch.

“Like, it’s obviously to fuck with Juniper,” said one of the commentators.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah but like, is it even allowed?”

“I think it’s just to— whoa, Crimson just suicided, did she do that just to avoid Juniper taking a stock? Oh man— yeah I think it’s allowed in the spirit of him playing doubles with her but does Juniper even have a back-up? She could probably play doubles by herself—”

“Just her going whomp on everybody—”

“Uh, did Juniper just lose?”

“I think she did, I wasn’t paying attention.”

Pyrrha did lose. It was close. Their last set, Crimson had nearly four-stocked Pyrrha— she didn’t die, not once, and then on Pyrrha’s last stock she suicided. Three times. So they were even.

“Wow, that is so unsportsmanlike,” said the second commentator. She was really, sincerely, trying to mess with Pyrrha. Jaune didn’t have any doubts then. When Crimson won, nobody even cheered, but there was a lot of yelling. Crimson, or Cinder, he supposed, fist-bumped Pyrrha, and looked happy, despite all the drama.

It was good drama, he gave her that.

“So wait, is Finals— wait is the Grand Finals Jaune against Crimson? Juniper’s knocked out? That’s it?”

“Holy shit. Jaune? He came second in Atlas, right? In singles? But Crimson just beat Vale’s best player. This is crazy, man. Is the moneymatch after this?”

“I don’t wanna be the guy taking bets on that.”

Jaune now had Vale’s hopes pinned on him, and the fan-favourite was out. He put his head in his hands. Before he could grow too maudlin, he decided he would catch Crimson. He pushed past sweaty fans and navigated through throngs of people complaining about Pyrrha’s loss, and ignored the ones who tried to talk to him, as he searched for that head of black hair and pretty, tight waist. The troll from Mistral.

“Hey, whoa, hey,” he called ahead to her, both of them now in the quiet hallway out from the main hall. There was a place for drinks nearby, which was where she was probably heading.

“Good matches?” she asked, as if she had not just won hers.

“Cardin had a tantrum when he lost. What about you, though?” he said, barely containing the confusing swell of interest and annoyance he felt. “I hear you beat Juniper, Crimson.”

She crossed her arms, and then kept walking. She didn’t go for the drinks, but instead there was a small, rickety door which opened out to an unstable set of stairs into an alleyway. He could hear the sounds of the city, and felt the heat not having let up yet, only just getting started. She went down and he followed her.

“You are not doing the moneymatch! Or at least change the terms!” he burst out.

“But it’s funny,” she said.

“Okay, sure, it’s funny, but Pyrrha and I are real people, not circus entertainment. You could’ve at least just made it about money and not winning me. People would’ve still enjoyed it, if that’s what you wanted.”

She was watching him, bored. “I don’t want money.”

“I know you want to embarrass Pyrrha, but we’re not dating, and I’m pretty sure everybody on Twitter is now convinced we’re dating. Pyrrha only took the moneymatch because of my persuasion, but this is out of hand,” he said. “Especially because— I talked to you for a bit before— I knew who you were. You were…”

But she was confused now, and her one-eyed gaze was hard. “What? I was what?”

He said, kind of pathetically and kind of miserably, “You were nice. I always thought Crimson was funny, and they always defended Marth, and I wondered if Crimson were really that mean. And then I met you, and you were pretty, and it was so hot carrying in all of those TV’s, and you made me laugh. And then I find out you were just probably talking to me like that because you were messing with Pyrrha, with your weird one-sided rivalry. Pyrrha doesn’t even think Crimson is a bad person!”

Cinder was quiet, her mouth pouted. “You think I’m pretty?”

“That’s not the takeaway I wanted there!”

She laughed, but it was short. “I thought it would spice things up a little. It’s just talking smack. And I think you’re cute, anyway.”

“No, you don’t,” he snapped. “You’re messing with Pyrrha.”

“Oh, come on. I wouldn’t go that far. I just wanted people to see you were a good player, and somebody wanted you. I could have just asked for her as a doubles partner instead.”

“I’m not that good.” Now he was blushing. Why did she make him blush? It wasn’t fair. It was already so hot. The wind blew, and it didn’t cool him down at all, but he caught the smell of her perfume: bright, like violets, without being too sharp.

“I like the way you play. It’s understated, yet elegant. I played for a long time before I turned up on the scene, and it takes a longer than people think to get good. But you just play. And you play well. You always seem like you have fun,” she said. Then she shrugged one shoulder, coy.

“I never wanted to use the tournaments to hook up with someone, you know. That was like, my one rule going in, not to be a loser who immediately hits on the nearest girl.”

“If it makes you feel better, I did it first. If challenging Juniper for you in a moneymatch counts.”

It was sort of horrible, but he laughed anyway. “Like what, you’re some sort of knight fighting for my hand?”

“In a video game,” she said, and then he couldn’t help laughing again, and he watched her sweet little laugh too. She talked smack online and could be kind of mean for no reason at all, but he liked her. Then she added, “And besides. Pyrrha needs somebody around to challenge her.”

“Pyrrha just wants to play the game, too, you know.”

“I know,” she said. “But would people have anything to talk about if I weren’t causing trouble? Besides, I don’t think Pyrrha likes the fame much.”

“Being Internet famous was not her idea of a good time, no.”

“So why don’t we put on a show for her,” said Cinder. “And tell her she played well. She didn’t even camp once.”

Jaune shook his head. “Do you actually not like Pyrrha?”

“She’s something different. The only problem for a long time is that nobody had practice against her, because nobody else played Puff. But now we do. So who knows.”

Their matches were good. Jaune wanted to make Pyrrha happy more than anything, and in the end, he had fun. Cinder won. It was close.

When he fist-bumped her, her smile was that same half-smirk, but she seemed delighted. Cardin came over to interview her for her win, and said, “So Crimson’s a chick! Can you confirm, are you trying to steal Jaune from Juniper?”

“Yes,” she said, which must have been to fuck with him.

Cardin hooted, “Moneymatch! Moneymatch! Moneymatch!” but Jaune wanted to tell him Cinder probably already had won him, moneymatch or no.

Pyrrha came over to him and said, “I think you played very well, Jaune. I know you had a lot of pressure riding on that.”

“It’s okay, at least it wasn’t on you. By the way, about that moneymatch… Crimson, or, well, Cinder, said she wants to change the terms. If you win, she won’t say any stupid stuff on Twitter for a whole month, and if she wins, you have to give yourself a break for a week.”

Pyrrha scrutinised him. “What did you do?”

“I did a little investigation work. And, well, I met her before I figured out she was Crimson.” Jaune rolled up his controller and went to make his way out for the post-game talks.

“I thought your rule was no hitting on girls at tournaments?”

“She started it,” he said.

“She did, didn’t she?” Then she laughed. “Wait, she wasn’t trying to be horrible to me? She was just…”

“Extremely awkwardly and weirdly trying to ask me out, yes.”

“That’s bizarre.”

“I know,” he said, dreamy. He had been checking Cinder out when he shouldn’t have, though, so they were even. He didn’t say that part aloud.

By the time it had grown dark, he searched for Cinder. “We need to pack up and go,” he said to her, “but do you need a lift to your hotel or something?”

“It’s not far from here,” she said.

“Do you want me to walk you back?”

She tilted her head at him. “Don’t you think it’s a bad look, going back to the hotel room of your doubles partner’s virtual enemy?”

“What, because you talked shit online or because people will think we’re sleeping together?”

“Oh, think we’re sleeping together,” and then she smiled meanly.

“Depends how long you’re in Vale for.”

Cinder was, in fact, in Vale for longer than the tournament. They were able to catch Cardin’s video uploaded together, which didn’t have any cuts and ran for twenty minutes.

Cinder hummed to herself. “You looked exceptionally handsome carrying all of those heavy TVs. I’m sure that’s gender regressive of me.”

“Yeah, but you helped, so I think it’s alright.”

They got to the part where Cardin was buzzing Cinder, and she was in an argument with the camera guy about the moneymatch and Pyrrha definitely winning, before Cinder said, “I intend to fuck him, if you really want to know. Not play doubles with him,” and then Cardin had gasped and told his editor to cut the profanity, which he had failed to do so.

Jaune tried to be subtle, but where his hand was on Cinder’s waist was not so, he knew. “I didn’t know that.”

“I came to the conclusion once I got there at the tournament, in case you’re worried.”

“Yeah, that’s fair, it was the same for me.” He hid his laugh into her smooth shoulder, then he kissed her, and up her neck, to kiss her on her full mouth.

CRIMS0N_ @-crims0n

sorry I talked so much smack at you @JNPRoz that was a fun moneymatch. promise I wont say anything mean even tho you lost lol. enjoy your break

Seagull @seagul2222

Its ‘you’re’

Juniper | Oz @-JNPRoz

Thanks Crimson. It was fun! I look forward to you coming to Vale again, though I think Jaune might too… I’ll beat you next time! <3 (:

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coven-of-13 · 4 years ago

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Magical alternatives to white sage pt. 1

In order to respect closed cultures and protect California white sage from further endangerment, any one of these herbs can be used in its place in witchcraft.

For a little backstory and reason why one might want to substitute white sage for another herb: Although cleansing rituals by smoke are not unique to the indigenous peoples of North America, “smudging” is - what we often call “smudging” in witchcraft represents a practice, that although utilizes the same herb (California white sage) is a far cry from what “smudging” actually is to the indigenous peoples. It’s oversimplified, whitewashed - this amounts to cultural appropriation - especially when we parade it around on various media outlets in this whitewashed manner. It’s important to note that the indigenous peoples who practice smudging are part of a closed culture, meaning outsiders are discouraged from knowing about what goes on, lest the culture be watered down. We’ve already contributed to so much destruction when it comes to the culture of indigenous peoples here in America, and using the term “smudging” only serves to further accelerate gradual but horrific cultural erosion.

I do hope I’m explaining this right, I’m not the best with words. If the fact that you’re actively contributing to cultural appropriation isn’t enough to turn you away, you may also consider that wild harvested California white sage is threatened by the many corporate entities that now serve to capitalize off of it as a resource to turn a profit - selling it to people like you and me who might not know any better. Well, now you do!

Got it? Alright, onto the list:

🌿 Home-grown White Sage . . . Wait what? You just said we shouldn’t be using white sage! Well, manage your privilege here. Of course white sage as a plant doesn’t belong to anybody, it belongs to the Earth! You can use it... Just use it responsibly. Avoid any references to “smudging” and do not attempt to replicate the practices of indigenous peoples when using it to cleanse your space. Grow it at home so you won’t be contributing to the mass destruction that is corporate “farming” of this beautiful and resourceful plant, and from what I hear that’s okay.

🌿 Juniper or faux “Cedar” Tree . . . Juniper is ruled by the Sun and Mars, as such it corresponds to the element Fire. Astrologically, it corresponds to Aries. As someone who lives in a place where these trees are abundant (I have one growing in my backyard!) I often pull sprigs off the branches in order to use in the very same way one might use white sage to cleanse the home and body. Plus, it does more than cleanse - you’re inviting in energies associated with the Sun and Mars, which are powerful positive energies that repel negativity from returning for a while. Click here to learn more about juniper and its magickal correspondences.

🌿 Black sage, blue sage, or common garden sage ... All popular alternatives to white sage; they’re much more abundant and you might even have common garden sage in your spice cabinet! There’s some slight variation in potency among the three of these - black sage being the most powerful of the three, its smoke can exorcise negative entities from the body or from the home; blue sage can do the same to a lesser degree, and common garden sage has very similar magickal properties to the more commonly used California white sage.

🌿 Rosemary . . . Another one here ruled by the planetary sphere of the Sun! It’s also ruled by the element fire and astrologically by Leo. Rosemary acts similar to juniper magickally, plus it smells really nice as it burns too!

🌿 Hyssop . . . Hyssop has an extensive and ancient history of use as a herb with cleansing properties, it’s even mentioned in biblical texts so you know there’s history there! The Greeks used it as well. What else is there to say?

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bbyx · 4 years ago

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ripple effect - part six

Summary: During her fourth year at Hogwarts, (y/n) Deauxville falls for none other than Cedric Diggory. But it's not easy when you have to deal with protecting your family's fortune, keeping your father's illness a secret and having two of your closest friends catch feelings for you.

Pairings : reader x cedric, reader x draco, reader x harry

It was Friday morning, the first week had gone relatively fast. (y/n) was still angry with Draco so she decided to sit at the Gryffindor table. She was popular enough that she didn't get to many glares as she sat down with her friends with her green robes. You yawn, having spent all night studying.

"I have a quiz in muggle studies today"

"Who do you have class with?" Ron asks

"Ravenclaw" You sigh and bury your head in your hands " I'm bound to have the worst mark in the class."

"At least we have Care of Magical Creatures together." Hermione says playing with a strand of your hair.

You stare at your class notes trying to drill them into your brain.

"Guys, who killed Lincoln again"

"I didn't do it!" Fred screeches.

"I have an alibi! I swear!" George adds wearing an identical grin as his twin.

"John Wilkes Booth"

"Thank you Hermione" You answer glaring at the twins.

"You're eating again, I notice" Ron says to Hermione who's buttering a toast.

"I've decided there are better ways to make a stand about elf rights."

"Yeah....and you were hungry."

You, Daphne and Millicent walk down to Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical creatures.

"Ew what is that?" Millicent says pointing to the cage with strange lobster scorpion hybrids.

"Blast Ended Skrewts!" bellows Hagrid excitedly.

"Oh wow they're... interesting."

"Eurgh" squeals Lavender Brown.

"On'y jus' hatched," said Hagrid proudly, "so yeh'll be able ter raise 'em yerselves! Thought we'd make a bit of a project of it!"

"And why would we want to raise them?" says Draco turning his nose up.

(y/n) picks up some frog liver, trying not to gag and drops it inside the box of skrewts. A flash erupts from the rear end of one of the creatures and she feels a sharp pain in her right hand.

"Ow! Shit! It burned me."

You look at your shaking fingers, whimpering. Your index and part of your middle finger were bright red and blisters were starting to form all over. You bite back tears as a pale pair of hands grab yours.

"(y/n)! Are you alright?" Draco says with a frown as he looks down at your fingers "Bloody hell that looks bad. Come I'll take you to the infirmary."

Hagrid steps forward and tries to inspect your injury but Draco starts pulling you away.

"My father will hear about this." He spits out venomously.

Draco leads you inside the castle.

"Not gonna faint on me this time?"

You smile through the pain. "That was ONE time!" You say thinking back to when you and Draco were little and you fainted on him after scraping your knees.

"Not another one!" Madam Pomfrey exclaims as you walk inside the infirmary already full of students who were burned or stung by the skrewts. She grabs your hand "This is pretty bad" she mutters quietly " You must have been close to the blast."

"Okay that's it (y/n). I'm taking you to St.Mungos right away." Draco says, looking paler than usual.

You roll your eyes at him. He's always been an overreactor

"Nonsense! Absolute nonsense! I'll have it fixed in a jiffy." huffs Madam Pomfrey, pulling out a turquoise paste from her apron. As soon as the minty paste touches your skin it instantly numbs the pain and makes your hand feel very cold.

"Apply this every morning for a week and you'll be just fine." She says, handing you the paste in your healthy hand.

You string together a few thank yous and slip out of the infirmary. You're walking next to Draco when he grabs your forearm and forces you to face him.

"(y/n) i'm sorry."

You let out a silent sigh of relief because some part of you feared that he would never apologize and your friendship would never be the same.

"For what?" (y/n) wanted to drag out his apology, she wanted to savour this moment, to embed it in her memory forever because Draco Malfoy never apologizes. She's known Draco since before he could talk and she swears he's only apologized to her twice.

"For being a dick." He says grudgingly.

"Annnnd?"

"And being rude to your friends." He chokes the words out like saying them was physically hurting him. He looks so uncomfortable that it's nearly impossible not to keep going.

"Becauseee?"

He signs and turns slightly pink "Because I was jealous."

"That wasn't that hard now was it Drakey?" You had about a thousand nicknames for Draco like Drakey, Dracula, Dee, Little Lucius, Casper the Ghost ect.

"Never doing that again." He scoffs.

"So you forgive me?" You nod. "Really? huh.Thought you would give me a harder time."

You laugh. You've missed this, how easy everything was with him.

"Yes well I need my study partner back before the Muggle Studies quiz."

"Study partner? Please! I'm practically your tutor."

"Whatever shut up Dee."

(y/n) was the last one to leave the Muggle Studies classroom after taking forever to finish her quiz. It wasn't that she wasn't smart but she had had a lot on her mind the past two years and it was taking a toll on her grades. And Muggles were so bloody complicated. She walks into the courtyard just in time to see Professor Moody turn Draco into a small white ferret.

There was a terrified silence and (y/n) ran forward and kneeled on the floor to pick up the ferret.

"Draco?"

"LEAVE IT!" Moody shouted.

"Leave — what?" Harry said, bewildered.

"Not you — her!" Moody growled.

Before you could turn around the ferret leaped out of your hands towards the dungeons.

"I don't think so!" roared Moody. He proceeded to levitate the ferret and slam it back and forth into the ground. You wince every time the ferret hits the floor but find yourself unable to move. Finally Professor McGonagall steps in and turns the ferret back into Draco. You practically jump on him, hugging him tightly while McGonagall scolds Moody.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt? Can you walk?"

"I'm fine" He huffs staring daggers at Harry but when he sees your worried expression his eyes soften and he offers you a slight smile. "Really, i'm all good"

His eyes are still glossed over when he mumbles in your ear "Just wait until I tell father about this"

"Oh yeah?" said Moody quietly, limping forward a few steps, "Well, I know your father, boy. . . . You tell him Moody's keeping a close eye on his son . . . you tell him that from me. . . . " He looks at you dead in the eyes, sending a violent shiver down your back. "That goes for you as well. Now, your Head of House'll be Snape, will it?" He takes Draco's arm and roughly shoves him towards the castle. You stay fixed in your spot pondering Moody's words.

"Don't talk to me," Ron said quietly to Harry, Hermione and (y/n)

"Why not?" said Hermione in surprise.

"Because I want to fix that in my memory forever," said Ron, his eyes closed and an uplifted expression on his face. "Draco Malfoy, the amazing bouncing ferret . . ."

"Shut up Ron"

"C'mon I know you secretly loved watching Draco get his ass handed to him on a platter." He nudges you with his elbow.

A small smile hints at your lips. "Maybe a little"

It was Saturday morning, and you were sitting at the Slytherin table. Everyone was avoiding the topic of Professor Moody because Malfoy was still fuming about yesterday's incident.

"What's that?" says Theo pointing at your SPEW badge.

"Hermione's starting a society for the promotion of elfish welfare." The whole group burst into hysterics but you silence them with a lethal glare. Pansy practically skips over and squeezes herself between you and Blaise.

"Oooh Dracooo? Will you come to Hogsmeade with me today? I really need to buy something, pleaseee?"

"What are you buying?" He answers cooly.

"Guess! It's something I really need." She says with what you think is supposed to be puppy dog eyes but it just throws her facial proportions even more off.

"A personality?" You spit out venously. As if on cue Daphne adds " Some friends maybe?"

Pansy scoffs and turns back to Draco. "I need an owl."

Blaise jumps in, saving Draco "Draco didn't you say we would go buy new quidditch robes today."

"Oh right. Sorry Pansy"

(y/n) starts thinking about her owl, Juniper. Juniper is a streaked brown and white barn owl. Juniper didn't live in the Hogwarts Owlery. Instead she lived at the Deauxville Manor and it was specially trained to take your fathers letters before he could see them. Then Juniper would bring them to you and you would respond to your father's business letters for him. Reading your father's mail had felt uncomfortable at first but you had to remember that you were just trying to save his life’s work.

You watch Daphnee and Millicent blush and Draco clench his jaw. "Ready to go?"

You turn to see Cedric looking a little uncomfortable under the glares that most of the Slytherin boys were giving him. You give him your most reassuring smile.

"Yeah, let's go before my brother kills you."

He holds out his hand to help you up take it, feeling an electric rush pass through your arm as you do. Walking out, it seems that every single person in the Great Hall has their eyes fixed on the couple. Cedric doesn't seem to notice and throws you a chocolate frog. You catch it with ease.

"How do you have so many of these?"

"Easy. I have a box of them with (y/n) written in big red letters on it." He says with a grin as you plop the frog in your mouth.

"So what do you want to do?" Cedric asks while the two of you walk.

"I'm not sure. Let's go have butterbeers."

You're waiting at a booth in the Three Broomsticks while Cedric goes to buy two butterbeers. He hands you a mug full of rich brown liquid.

"Thank you."

"No problem at all" He pulls out a red liquorice wand and snaps it in half. He slides you a piece.

"Cedriccc. First of all where are you getting all these sweets from, second of all licorice is eurgh."

He shakes his head. " No, no, no. See this?" He says holding out the candy. "This is RED licorice. It's big in the United States, tastes completely different. I want you to try it."

"No please don't make me. I'll throw up on you I swear" You plead.

"Yess"

"Noo"

Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"Fine!" You finally give in when he flashes you his breathtaking lopsided grin. "You are so stubborn!" You slowly drop the red candy in your mouth. You expect the nauseating taste of molasses to take over but surprisingly all you taste is strawberries.

"Cedric! This is kind of good." You say while chewing. He laughs and your hands brush slightly together as he gives you another piece which makes your cheeks go red.

"So who do you think is gonna be the impartial judge who decides the champions?" You ask quickly hoping to distract him from your embarrassing blushing.

"Eh, maybe the sorting hat?"

"I hope the hat doesn't pick Nick then because he wouldn't last five seconds."

"Come on, give him some credit, he's pretty talented in transfiguration."

"Wouldn't know, we barely talk anymore." Your voice takes a bitter tone.

"Is that why you didn't come to St.Tropez this summer."

"Yeah and I had to take care of family stuff." You say not wanting to look at his face because it would make lying so much harder.

He grabs your hand on the table. "(y/n) I know your dad is sick."

"NICK TOLD YOU?? I'M GONNA KILL HIM HE REALLY IS A USELESS PIECE OF SHIT" You jump up raising your voice, everyone in the bar looking at you. Cedric's face stays calm and compassionate.

"Please calm down, let me explain." He grabs your hand and forces you to sit. "During the summer I found Nick crying by the pool one night. He didn't say much, just that your father was sick and there was no cure. He was really upset and kept mumbling stuff about being a shit brother and such. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. I just wanted you to know that i'm here for you."

Cedric slides closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. You rest your head on him.

"Alzeihmer's" you whisper.

"Pardon?"

"He has Alzeihmer's. He can't even remember my name most days." He wraps his other arm around you, engulfing you in a hug.

"God (y/n). I'm so sorry."

" It's okay, I've become a little bit numb to it all." You breathe in his scent. "Cedric you can't tell anybody okay? Promise me."

"I promise" He whispers and squeezes you tighter.

You stayed like that for a while, it was nice, for once your thoughts seemed to come to a stop as you focused on Cedric's heartbeat.

(y/n) and Cedric walk back to the castle. She has a bag full of candies from Honeydukes and bag with a pair of earrings for Millicent's birthday. He's holding your hand which makes your little heart do backflips in your chest.

"So what happened to your right hand?"

" A blast ended skrewt's ass exploded on me.'

He picks up your other hand and gives it a small kiss. "There. All better."

You try to contain the furious blush dotting your cheeks as you laugh. "You're so cheesy Ced."

"No but seriously I think there's a plant in the Hufflepuff common room that can help with the blisters."

"Whoa watch out for Cedric Diggory, future Mediwizard."

He smirks. "Dr.Diggory does sound pretty nice."

"Well Dr.Diggory how does it feel to have the second nicest common room."

"You're kidding right? Hufflepuff has THE nicest common room. It's next to the kitchens, it has plants, it always smells like cinnamon..." He keeps listing reasons why his common room is the nicest all the way to the castle.

"Unfortunately Cedric" You say standing in front of the entrance to the Slytherin common room. "This still remains the best common room."

Cedric is about to answer but you stop him in his tracks by standing on your tiptoes and kissing him on the cheek.

"Bye Dr.Diggory" You whisper in his ear before slipping inside.

The whole school was buzzing because today was the day that the delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were arriving. All the Hogwarts students were waiting outside for their grand entrance. Dumbledore smiles and calmly says.

"Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"

"Where?" said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.

"There!" yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest.

Something large, much larger than a broomstick — or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks — was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.

"It's a dragon!" shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.

"Don't be stupid . . . it's a flying house!" said Dennis Creevey.

When the thing gets closer, you realise that it's an ornate powder blue carriage pulled by a giant winged horse. It comes to a stop and a boy in pale blue robes comes out and pulls out small golden steps. A comically huge woman walks out and greets Dumbledore in a thick accent. (y/n) spots Cedric in the crowd and he waves enthusiastically.

The Black lake starts to bubble and the water separates, a thick brown pole sticks out. A big wooden boat starts emerging from the hole. Durmstrang students start filing out of the boat. They were all muscular and bulky. You take a moment to look at the contrast between the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students. Ron gasps and jumps up.

"Harry — it's Krum!"

But you don't hear him because in the crowd you've spotted a familiar face in pale blue robes eyeing you. A beautifully creamy face wearing a very hateful expression.

Your cousin Fleur has arrived at Hogwarts.

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biclarisselarue · 5 years ago

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Do you have more headcanons for the bachelor in paradise AU?

damn we really dredging up old posts of mine i love this!! and absolutely!! i am so sorry if any hardcore bachelor in paradise fans see this bc i am sure i’ll get details of the show wrong BUT since you asked ;)

percy is, of course, instantly a fan favourite, and i’m talking like twitter stans, LOTS of gifs, speculation posts etc...

him and rachel have a chaotic friendship that is full of teasing, like sibling-level kind of? but they also have lots of late-night chats caught by the cameras and that’s what make people go nuts over them

they kiss once (1) bc the producers are nudging them towards it and you know they’re both single, attractive people who are good friends so why not? and it’s a nice kiss! but they both agree there was practically nothing behind it even if audiences still go feral over their interactions (until someone else shows up but i’ll get to that later)

after the show rachel becomes really popular on instagram bc of how genuine and funny she is & she definitely rubs it in percy’s face that she has more followers than he does

so: clarisse and percy go on a date, and you may be wondering, grace, what was the date? of all the cruel things, the producers sent them on a walk on the beach! followered by candelit dinner! and light night stargazing! and no, they were not allowed to bow out so they tried to grit their teeth and bare it but holy shit percy can you chew any louder??? versus oh i’m sorry, i didn’t realize i was trying to impress anybody!! so yeah. obviously nothing comes of it but its probably one of the funniest moments on the show and they do become closer afterwards even if they would Literally Never admit to it

piper n jason come on around the same time midway through and IMMEDIATELY the producers are like ok now go on a date!! and bc of the ambiance and atmosphere, they kinda get lost in that? so like, lots of making out and not really actually getting to know each other but they have a blast taking advantage of the suites

near the end, piper has a long talk with annabeth n she realizes.. she doesn’t actually know jason? like sure, he’s a hot piece of ass but what’s beneath that ass of gold? she has no clue really, so she breaks it off

(at a cast reunion, they catch up and bond after finding out they both had a crush on reyna, and jason asks her out on a real, no camera date) (they get married two years later)

now!! when annabeth shows up... the whole vibe changes

like yeah, grover n juniper were clearly going to get engaged at the end, and clarisse n percy were fun, and percy and rachel was interesting, but it was still all very.. reality tv show kind of gimmicky if you know what i mean?

when annabeth arrives, it grounds the show

there’s clearly something serious and real between her and percy and that gets more fans hooked than any dramatic twist the producers could cook up

they both kind of fight it in the beginning because a) it’s a reality tv show b) they are very much attracted to each other and scared the emotional part won’t live up to it and c) neither of them wants to get actually hurt especially not when everyone is watching their every move

so they dance around it but as episodes go by they become better and better friends (i mean i guess everyone does really but esp these two)

they do go on multiple dates bc that’s what the audience wants and they’re a bit shy n sweet at first but quickly (im talking first ten minutes) use it to just ROAST the other person n have a lot of laughs

on the last episode before annabeth leaves, percy sneaks them both out to the pool, and his intentions are honestly just to talk because he knows he really likes her and wants to try things without cameras and without all of that crap but she looks so fucking pretty in the moonlight and her green bathing suit that whoops- now they’re kissing

annabeth is the first one to notice the cameras who have finally caught up to them and they share one last kiss underwater before parting ways with a promise: to make their way back to each other after it’s all done

spoiler: they keep that promise

and yes, if you were wondering, the emotional part absolutely lives up to the physical

(and audiences finally get a clear picture of them together after annabeth sees a creepy paparazzi following them on their third date and kisses percy senseless in a crowded street out of spite) (he definitely does not mind i mean... annabeth is Hot when she takes charge)

#dlfgjhslj this got so long im sorry #i basically just elaborated more on my other post im sorry if thats not what you had in mind!!#but this was so fun thank u for indulging me!!#ask #anon #percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #clarisse la rue #rachel elizabeth dare #jason grace #piper mclean #grover underwood #grover x juniper #my ramblings #text

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writingquestionsanswered · 4 years ago

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Are the names Molly and Pearl too old fashioned for teen girls in a present day story? Was thinking of switching the names, but I'm not positive if its too rare to hear girls called that today.

Choosing the Right Name for Your Character

Molly and Pearl are fine, and I’ll explain why below. But first...

Names, like so many things, tend to follow trends. They can also be specific to a particular location or time period. So, when naming characters in real world settings, it can be useful to verify whether a character born in a certain time and/or place would have been likely to have a particular name.

When it comes to naming a single character or a few disparate characters, it can be okay to go with an old-fashioned or unlikely name. For example, the name Mildred has been extremely unpopular in the United States since the 1920s, but that doesn’t mean someone in the U.S. fifteen years ago or today couldn’t have named their child Mildred--especially if that was the name of a beloved grandparent, revered historical figure, or a favorite story character.

However, while it’s fine if you happen to have a modern American teenager with a really old-fashioned name like Mildred, you probably don’t want Mildred’s friends to be Dorothy, Eunice, and Ruth, because now it sounds like your story takes place in about 1905, not 2020. Likewise, if you’re naming a bunch teenage girls in a story set in 1960s Ohio, you probably don’t want them to be named Beyonce, Juniper, Meadow, and Sage, as these names were virtually unheard of in the 1960s.

Choosing the Right Name & Verifying Already Chosen Name

To find names that make sense for the time and place of your character’s birth, you can do a Google search along the lines of “popular Swedish names 1960s” or “popular British names 1900s.”

You can also search a specific name’s time and place popularity on the web site Behind the Name.

I’m not sure where Anon’s story is set, but if we look at the name Molly, for example, we can see it’s currently in use in several countries, and gained popularity in the U.S. between 1991 and 2011. So, if Anon’s story is set in the U.S., Molly would be very believable for any character between the ages of 9 and 29. Pearl has been gaining popularity in England and Wales since about 2008, but has been otherwise extremely rare since its late 19th/early 20th century popularity in the United States. However, since Molly probably isn’t an issue, it would probably be fine to have a more unusual name like Pearl. And if you’re worried about a name, all you have to do is make it believable within your story. For example, maybe your character Pearl was named after her great-great-grandmother, or maybe she was named after a character her parents like. If you scroll down to the bottom of the name page on Behind the Name, you’ll usually see tags that suggest other places where the name is popular. For example, Pearl comes up on the list for SpongeBob SquarePants characters. A quick Google search verifies that the character is named Pearl Krabs, and she first appeared in 1999. Since that was 21 years ago, your character’s parents probably watched SpongeBob as kids, so it’s very possible they chose the name as a nod to the character. Who knows? :)

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doubi-ixi · 4 years ago

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Haphazard heroine

@myhusbandsasemni and I are making a story which you’ve seen the villain boi on her account. Mine is Blanche Parker, whose hero name is “Polaris.” She recently got her powers and doesn’t know how to hero. Her powers are from a mystical galaxy creature who made a contract with her. Despite her pretty outfit she is full of anger and past family trauma.

I guess a tag list is a thing... if anyone is interested I can start one.

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“Quite the costume.” A hero said. Polaris looked over, the villain in front of her writhed on the ground with a bullet in her shoulder. He was tall. Seeming to be solemn, hiding it behind a half smile. “A shame you don’t know how to fight in that pretty dress.”

Polaris clenched her fists. Princess, Precious, little girl. She was sick of it. Adding to the fire was the fact that she was so bad at this. Her rescuer looked over to see a fist aimed at his jaw. He dodged just in time, shock spread on his face. “What are you doing?”

The phone in her hand morphed, bright colors almost blinding her opponent for a moment. The hero uncovered his face to see a long whip lashing through the air at him. With a shout he let it wrap around his arm. Polaris fell forward as he tugged hard. Before she could get up the man was there and pinned her wrist over the other, Polaris looking up while on her stomach, the man in front of her. “Don’t like that?” He said with a sneer. He could see the anger in her eyes. He knew what was going on here. Losing himself to the moment he leaned forward and whispered with a daring look. “Then do something about it.”

With a sudden and powerful thrust Polaris pulled her arms back and rammed her head forward. The hero bit his tongue as she made contact. The whip a few feet away flashed as it disappeared and reappeared in her hand now in the shape of a gun. She shot him. Once he looked up from the pain she was above him and kicked him to the ground. “I’m sick of you people!” She shouted at him. “What are you smiling at?” That dumb half smile made the anger in her chest unbearable. Before receiving an answer her leg was swept from under her. She didn’t know how, but she couldn’t stop to figure it out. He was above her. Her body went cold as she felt a cloth pressed against her face. Don’t breathe! Don’t breathe! She told herself. Even as she yelled at herself her body forced breaths through the cloth, barely getting air into her lungs but sucking in enough of the drug on the cloth to knock her out.

As her body went limp the hero sat back with a long tired sigh. “You’re gonna be a handful.” He said.

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Blanche breathed deeply and stretched her limbs out. She jolted up in the middle of her stretch. She was back in her jeans and jacket, her transformation had let up. Her face exposed. Where was she? Blanche jumped off the bed to her feet, running out of the room. To her surprise she saw the blond haired hero from earlier. No mask. No costume. He was in civilian clothes. His eyes were a brighter blue than her own. She wasn’t into middle aged men but she had to admit that if he was a movie star, he would be pretty popular amongst women. She pushed that aside. He was a creep. He drugged and kidnapped her. Who knew what he was going to do with her.

“I didn’t touch you.” He said. “Nothing besides patching you up and carrying you here.” He saw the smoke coming off Blanche’s head.

“Is that supposed to help you get on my good side.” She sneered brattily as she crossed her arms.

“I prefer older women and if I was to steal from the cradle, I think I could find a prettier face.” He smiled.

“What do you want?”

“I’d like to know your name.” The man got up from his bar stool and grabbed some day old take out and warmed it up in the microwave. Blanche only glared at him. “Daxton Benette McCoy.” He said. He leaned against his counter and looked back at the girl.

“Polaris is fine for now.”

Daxton snapped his fingers and half pointed at her. “I’ll call you Delores.”

“Call me Deloras and I’ll shoot you again. How’s that bruise?”

Daxton chuckled as he rubbed the right side of his stomach. Her bullets were like paintballs. “Alright, Polaris. Listen, I don’t just go and kidnap magical girl wannabes. I’ve heard about you. Saving the little guys. Nothing very big. That’s fine. Not everyone needs to save the president from terrorists or aliens. But here’s the thing.” He lifted a finger as he pulled the food from the microwave. “You can’t help the little guys if you die trying.” He dropped a plate with noodles on the table. Glaring her in the eye seriously.

“And what?” Blanche took the food and a fork in a cup full of utensils. “I’m supposed to dynamic duo with some creep who drugged and kidnapped me?”

“That or get kidnapped by an actual creep, because you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Blanche sneered at the idea but didn’t want to let this guy win the argument. There wasn’t any good points for her to make so she fell back on one of her favorite answers as a woman. Silence.

He chuckled bitterly. “Nevermind, silly of me to think you were smart.”

Blanche slammed the plate on the table, smashing it accidentally with her super strength. She began another fight. Daxton wasn’t in the mood. He already did this and he didn’t feel like tearing up his apartment. Before Blanche could tell what happened she realized she had fallen back and her jacket was nailed to the coffee table by several knives and a gun was in her face.

“Like I said.” He didn’t mean to aim his gun at her, force of habit. “You don’t want to take my offer, fine.” He put the gun away. “Stop attacking me.” Once she had some sort of control over herself he pulled the knives out of the darkened wood. “I don’t want anything to do with you either, sugarcakes, I’m just making sure you don’t get yourself killed.” He stretched his arms out to the side and then let them fall.

Daxton let Blanche sleep in his bed while he was on the couch. As angry as she was Blanche was leaning towards his help. She got hurt too often on her won and she had been wanting a teacher for a while. She locked the door behind her. The bed was nice but she hated the smell. It felt wrong to be in a stranger’s bed. Especially when it smelled so heavily of a middle aged man. What would her mother say? “Nevermind.” She scoffed. Blanche remembered she didn’t care what her mother thought, or any of her family. Despite the smell she fell right to sleep. That fight that Daxton interrupted was long and tiring.

“Hey, wake up.” Daxton said. Blanche woke up and wacked his hand away. Her eyes glanced at the door to see it wide open. “There’s a training opportunity going on. You’re gonna take care of it while I watch and analyze.”

“The more you talk the more you sound like a creep.” Blanche growled.

He led her to the roof via the fire escape. Blanche paused to stare at the city. She tried to at least. Daxton jerked her in the direction of the villain. It wasn’t much of a villain. It was seemingly just a girl. Though she was dressed heavily in the classic introvertedly social reject. She wore tight pants and a giant jacket that she rolled the sleeves up to. She had piercings in her lip nose and around the border of her ears.

“Someone shops at Villians’R’us.” Blanche said. Daxton was glaring at her. She didn’t know why till he looked her up and down. With a roll of the eyes a bright light ran down her body and she was in her hero get up. She glared at his smile. He found her super suit amusing.

“Sorry.” He chuckled. “I’m not used to little girls in dresses superheroing.”

“Well, if you’re going to teach me you better get used to it.” Blanche jumped off and an umbrella appeared in her hand.

“I’ll call her Poppins.” he laughed.

Polaris made it to the ground and the criminal girl laughed. “If I was a dude there would have been a sparkly bubbly background behind you while you descended. Aw, man!” She stopped to laugh more. “Who the heck are you, Princess?”

The villain squealed as she avoided a whip above her head. “Aw, C’mon! We can be besties and braid each other’s hair.” She pulled out an bow made of some strange energy and material. A arrow of seemingly the same thing Shot past Polaris and it blew up as it hit the building behind her. Blanche’s face dropped but she took note of a bow and arrow as a weapon. She stood no chance against this girl with it though, she would stick to the whip. Blanche managed to get it to wrap around the bow and the villain let go with a yelp. The edge of the whip wacked her arm.

“Braid that.” Polaris sneered. She jumped back as her opponent recovered quickly and came at Polaris with a long and elegant dagger.

“Oh, and by the way I’m Juniper.” The criminal said as she lifted her blade up in the air. Polaris heard Juniper yell as she was pulled back. She looked up to see Daxton. He was wearing his mask and Leather jacket.

“Delta Foxtrot.” He said with a smile. Her blade was in his hand and his foot was on her stomach, pressing hard enough to keep her there. He gestured to Blanche. “Polaris.”

The sirens came into earshot. “Let’s hurry.” Delta said. He ziptied Juniper’s hands together, along with combining a few to keep her ankles together. He helped Polaris up and they snuck away by back alleys. She was quiet as they escaped.

Delta wasn’t seen as a hero. There was some information never released to the public. He knew Polaris had no idea. Nonetheless, she was too busy thinking to question why they were running away. It took Daxton only a minute to take her down and she was almost killed.

She looked up at him. “Blanche Parker.”

“What?”

“My name, idiot.”

“Oh. Blanche. You’re mom hate you? That’s a… it’s a name. Sorry. Can I just call you parker or something else?”

“If you come up with something good, old man.”

“Fair enough. I’m guessing Delores is still off the table. Let’s see...Bethany.”

“No.”

“I’ll come up with something. C’mon. You really need some training. I know a place.”

Blanche sighed but followed. Maybe when she came back she wouldn’t get hurt so much. The hospital was getting concerned and were ready to take her in and make sure she wasn’t suicidal. She was running out of lies to tell them.

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If you read that whole thing. Thank you ;-;

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