#in fact she took a break from studying just to watch me play

[spooky-activity]

FJSKFKG so it turns out I just made a bad character and also didn’t know how the stats worked the last time I played because I could actually beat Margit the Fell Omen this time

[entitled-fangirl]

Two idiots in love. (P12)

Joel Miller x anemic!reader

Summary: The reader wakes up and Joel is there to comfort her.

Warnings: ptsd, depression, brief mention of rape, panic attacks

Masterlist

Part 1 and 13

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Joel was grateful that he didn't have to deal with snow anymore.

Y/N had been asleep for almost 48 hours now, and he was beginning to worry.

To give everyone a break, they hid in an abandoned RV.

Just until she could wake.

Joel stepped outside to talk to Ellie, who was sitting on a truck bed nearby.

"Ellie! I found this in there! Beefaroni. Chef Boyardee." And he held up the can like a kid on Christmas.

Ellie nodded, "Okay. Cool. Probably won't be as good when you cook it."

They both laughed, but those laughs turned serious as they both remembered Y/N.

…

Joel was startled by the loud gasp of air that came from the RV couch.

He quickly kneeled next to the couch that held Y/N. He took her head in the hands gently, "Y/N….? You awake?"

Her eyes opened just barely.

Joel let out a breath of relief, "Oh, sweet girl!" 

She let out a whimper and squirmed in his hold, "D…stop… stop, please…"

Joel wanted to cry at the lack of strength she had left.

"Y/N. It's me…"

His words did nothing to soothe her.

Her hands came up to grab his, "I didn't do anything… please…"

Joel immediately let her go to give her space, letting his hand move away from her face and rest at her waist.

But this only made things worse.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She clawed at his hands in a desperate attempt to free herself from him.

Joel grabbed her face again, determined to let her recognize him. He pulled her face close to his and let his voice relax, "Y/N, you sweet, sweet woman. Please look at me. It's me. It's Joel."

She simply stared in fear.

He had seen her be scared many times, but never had she looked so terrified.

And it was from him.

"You know me." Joel tried to reason.

She cried out as she studied his face. A look of recognition crossed her features. "I… J…Joel? JOEL?!"

He smiled with a laugh, "Yeah! You're safe, honey…"

She jumped into his arms, crying into his shoulder. 

He held her tightly, letting his arms wrap around her shaking frame.

He kissed the side of her head in relief, letting his eyes close to enjoy the moment while he had it.

"You okay, sweet girl?" He asked softly.

She pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes, "Is Ellie o…okay?"

Joel smiled and gently wiped at her tear-stained face, "Yes. You protected her. She's just fine. You need to tell me about you."

She shook her head, "'M fine."

Joel shook his head, "No. You need to be honest with me. I need to know what happened in there."

She sniffled, shaking her head as well.

Joel sighed in frustration.

He watched her eyes fill with tears again at his sigh. "Oh, honey. I didn't mean to-"

"-Plea…please don't hurt me, Joel…"

"W…what? Y/N, I'm not gonna hurt you."

She was insistent, "p..promise me?"

He nodded without thought. "I'd promise you anything you wanted. You know that."

She seemed to accept his words.

But Joel saw the way the shine in her eyes dulled away.

…

"They had a guitar in that RV," Joel stated as they walked, "It was all smashed up but got me thinkin'. Maybe I should find one. I haven't played in forever."

Ellie nodded, following along with his trail of thoughts.

"In fact," he continued, "I was thinking maybe I could teach you. I bet you'd be great at it. Do you wanna learn how to play guitar?"

But she had turned her attention to Y/N, who walked on the other side of Joel like a skeleton that hadn't seen daylight.

Y/N was slowly turning into a shell.

"…Ellie?" Joel questioned.

"Oh, yeah. That sounds really cool." She nodded. 

The three continued to walk. The man and girl occasionally threw worried looks at the other for the woman.

But neither of them knew what to do.

…

"I get you up there, you can drop that ladder down, maybe we go through that way. C'mon, I'll give you a boost."

But Ellie was distracted again.

Joel approached her again, following her eye line to see her staring at Y/N again.

The woman was sat on a crate nearby. 

Her eyes never left Joel's frame, despite the empty look in her eyes. 

Only then did Joel notice the hollowness of her cheeks.

The dark bags under her eyes.

The constant shivering of her entire body despite being fully dressed in 80 degree weather.

She hadn't spoken since the initial moment with him in the RV.

And that was a few days ago.

Ellie turned, "Boost. Got it."

When Joel moved to boost Ellie up, he saw Y/N slowly stand. He stopped her, "Hey, honey. You stay there. Just a minute."

When she said nothing, he took that as an answer.

He boosted Ellie up with relative ease.

She picked up the ladder, but got distracted and dropped it, "Woah…"

It crashed on the floor loudly, making Y/N flinch terribly.

"Goddammit, Ellie!" Joel grumbled.

He turned back to his woman, "Sweet girl?"

She said nothing, her gaze already on him. 

"Let's go up, yeah? Can we do that?"

She let out a soft sigh and stood.

…

It took the two a while to catch up to Ellie, but when they did, they were in awe.

Well, Joel was.

A giraffe at eye level.

He turned back to Y/N, "C'mon." And he offered his hand to her.

But she only stared at it.

He sighed and nodded, walking to Ellie alone.

Y/N watched from behind as they began to feed it.

She had been fighting with her mind.

She looked at the two in front of her. Her family. She knows them. She knows she does. She feels safe with them, but her mind only replays David's words and actions in her head.

And she was scared that he was right.

The giraffe began to walk away, and Ellie was determined to follow it. "C'mon, c'mon!" 

Joel sighed and turned to follow her, walking to Y/N. He offered his hand once more.

She stared at it.

Then slowly took it.

Joel smiled as their fingers intertwined carefully.

…

The three stood on a balcony, taking in the fresh air.

Y/N sat on the opposite end, needing some time to herself.

"Look," Joel sighed at Ellie, "I don't know where this hospital is-"

"We'll find it."

"Sure," he nods, "It's just… Maybe there's nothing bad out there, but so far, there's always been something bad out there… We don't have to do this. I just want you to know that."

Ellie scoffed, "What do you mean? What else are we supposed to do?"

"Nothing. We go back to Tommy's. We forget about the whole damn thing."

Ellie stared at him in disbelief, "After everything we've been through. Everything I've done… What Y/N did… It can't be for nothing."

Joel felt his jaw clench in thought.

"I know you mean well," Ellie smiled, "I know you wanna protect me. You have. And when we're done, we'll go wherever you want. Tommy's, sheep ranch, the moon… I'll follow you anywhere you go."

Joel laughed under his breath.

"But," she continued, "There's no halfway with this. We finish what we start."

He finally nodded, "Alright."

"And," Ellie pointed at him, "When were you going to tell her about her son?"

Joel froze, "…w…what?"

"I read the note, Joel. I know."

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, "I will. I was gonna. But… I can't tell her anytime soon. Not in her state."

Ellie nodded.

"Tell me, Ellie… what do you think happened to her exactly?"

The girl sighed, "Joel, you know what probably happened. You're not stupid."

He nodded. "Guess I was just hoping you'd have something positive to say."

She gave a sad smile, "Not about this."

Joel let his eyes wander over to Y/N's meek frame.

The things he would do for her.

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[infamous-light]

You Belong to Me Ch. 3

Alcina Dimitrescu x F! Reader

Ch. 1 Ch. 2

AO3: You Belong to Me

Summary: Lady Dimitrescu's obsession knows no bounds as she becomes increasingly possessive over you. Will you succumb to her dark embrace, or find a way to break free before it's too late?

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: Yandere, possessive/obsessive behavior

You wished you were anywhere else but here.

After breakfast, Lady Dimitrescu requested that you be fitted for a new uniform. The idea of standing still while being scrutinized and poked around with a measuring tape was more than a little uncomfortable. Especially with Lady Dimitrescu watching. The thought of her critical eyes studying every inch of you added an extra layer of anxiety, making the entire process feel even more invasive and nerve-wracking.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as the heavy oak doors to Lady Dimitrescu’s bedchamber opened and a young maid entered, her head bowed in deference. She carried a small, leather-bound notebook and a tape measure in one hand. Her steps were brisk but quiet as she approached you. However, her eyes avoided direct contact with yours as she came to a halt a few paces away. Lady Dimitrescu’s gaze flickered momentarily to the maid, and with a subtle nod, she granted her permission to proceed.

“If you could please stand in the middle, I’ll begin.” The maid instructed softly.

You gave her a small nod as you positioned yourself in the center of the bedroom.

Her touch was light as she began to take your measurements. She moved with practiced ease, circling around you as the tape measure slid around your waist, chest, and shoulders. Each precise measurement was recorded in her notebook and the sound of her pencil scratching against the paper was almost hypnotic to your ears. As she continued her work, you became acutely aware of Lady Dimitrescu’s eyes on you.

Unable to resist, you glanced over at her.

She was a vision of elegance, lounging in an armchair by the fireplace while cradling a crimson wine glass in her right hand. She idly swirled the wine, the dark liquid catching the light and reflecting the fire’s glow. A hint of a smile played on her full lips as she observed you, her gaze unwavering and inscrutable.

The maid finished her task a moment later and stepped back from you, her eyes flickering to the Lady for the final approval.

“I have all the measurements, my Lady.” She said, her voice quiet and respectful.

Lady Dimitrescu took a slow sip from her wine, her eyes never leaving yours. She took a moment to savor the wine, holding it in her mouth before swallowing. She set the glass down on the small table beside her, the crystal making a delicate clink as it touched the surface.

“Very good, Irina. That will be all for now.”

Irina curtsied and hurriedly exited the bedroom, leaving you alone with the Lady. Lady Dimitrescu rose from her seat with a grace that belied her towering stature and made her way over to you. Her gaze swept over you, assessing.

“I must say, my dear, I can’t wait to see you in garments that is more befitting of your new station within this household.”

Her fingers brushed lightly against the sleeve of your current uniform, tracing the rough stitching and faded colors.

“Silk, velvet, and brocade,” she continued, her eyes gleaming with pride. “I will not have you clothed in anything less.”

“Thank you, my Lady.” You said awkwardly, a faint flush rising to your cheeks as you tried to suppress the unease that you felt.

It wasn't just her request to have you dressed in finer clothes that made you feel strange, but the fact that you would stand out among the rest of the staff. You were accustomed to blending into the background. The idea of drawing attention to yourself, especially in such a lavish manner, felt foreign and unsettling.

Why was she really doing this?

Lady Dimitrescu's lips, painted a deep red, curled into a satisfied smile at your gratitude.

“Now that we’ve had your measurements taken,” she carried on. “Come with me to my study. There is much to be done.”

***

Upon reaching her study, she pushed open the door and gestured for you to enter.

You paused by the threshold as the memories of what happened to the young woman flashed in your mind. The sight of her cold, lifeless body, the bloodstains that took hours to scrub clean – it all came rushing back, causing you to falter. Lady Dimitrescu noticed your hesitation and raised an eyebrow, her lips still curled in that ever-present smile.

“Is something the matter, dear?” She asked, her voice smooth yet tinged with a hint of mockery.

You shook your head, trying to steady your breathing as you stepped further into the room to avoid her knowing gaze. She stepped in after you and closed the door behind you with an ominous thud, sealing you in.

“Come, sit.” She commanded as she walked to her large, intricately carved desk.

She settled into a high-backed chair and crossed her legs with a feline grace. She took a moment to watch you as you walked over to the chair in front of the desk and sat down.

“You seem troubled,” Lady Dimitrescu observed, her tone deceptively gentle. “Surely you aren't still thinking about that incident with the maid?”

Though her words sounded caring, there was an underlying tone that dripped with cruel amusement. You swallowed hard, the memory of the young woman’s vacant eyes and the sticky warmth of blood coating the mop resurfaced with vivid clarity.

“I-I'm fine, my Lady.” You managed to stammer, desperately trying to maintain your composure.

“Good,” she purred, leaning forward slightly. “Because I have a task for you. There are several documents that need to be looked over and signed. I need you to retrieve all the files dated in May and June of this year and hand them over to me. Can you do that?”

“Yes, my Lady.”

“Start there.” She motioned her head toward a tall bookcase that took up the corner of the study.

You sat up from the chair and made your way over to the bookcase. The shelves were filled with neatly stacked files, each one labeled and organized by year and month. It didn’t take long for you to find all the June files which were aligned in their designated place. However, a few from May were perched just out of your reach. You stretched onto your tiptoes, your fingers grazing the edges of the files, but it was no use, the top shelf might as well have been a mile away.

Suddenly, you felt her presence appear behind you. Before you could turn, her large hand descended, resting on the nape of your neck. Her fingers, encased in supple leather, curled around your throat, almost possessive-like. Each fingertip pressed into your flesh with deliberate intensity, sending a wave of discomfort through you.

“Allow me.” Lady Dimitrescu murmured.

She reached up effortlessly with her other hand and grabbed the remaining files with ease. Her eyes met yours again. There was a glint of mirth in them as she observed your reaction.

“Don’t be afraid to ask me for help, darling,” she whispered, her voice a sultry caress. “In this castle, you are mine to care for. Do you understand?”

You nodded, trying to hide the shiver that skittered down your spine at the way she said the word “mine.”

“Yes, my Lady. I understand.”

You thought that would be the end of it, but Lady Dimitrescu continued to stare down at you. For a fleeting moment, you considered averting your eyes, but you forced yourself to meet her gaze head-on, swallowing down the fear that threatened to overtake you. As you did, her fingers flexed around your throat, the pressure intensifying momentarily before easing, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

Lady Dimitrescu’s smile stretched, a primal gleam flickering in her eyes, and then, as quickly as it had appeared, the predatory spark receded.

“Let’s get started then.”

***

The atmosphere in Lady Dimitrescu's study had grown stifling over the past two hours as you both poured over paperwork. She finally broke the silence with a weary sigh, her fingers reaching up to massage her temples.

“I think we've been at this long enough,” the exhaustion in her voice was noticeable. “Let’s take a break and have some lunch. It’s about that time anyway.”

Her words were a welcome relief but despite your own desire for a respite, the thought of joining Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters for lunch made you feel uneasy.

“That sounds good, my Lady.” You replied, your tone carefully neutral.

Before you could even stand up, her phone rang, shattering the momentary peace like a bolt of lightning. The shrill ring seemed to cast a chill over the room, and you watched with bated breath as Lady Dimitrescu's expression shifted. Her usually serene features contorted into a mask of cold fury.

“Go ahead and have lunch without me. I must take this call.” She said, her tone brooking no argument as she picked up the receiver and pressed it to her ear.

With a nod of understanding, you rose from your chair. As you walked across her study, you glanced back briefly to catch a glimpse of her furrowed brow and tense posture. Her distress was palpable, etched into the lines of her face, and it tugged at your curiosity. You couldn't help but wonder why she was so visibly upset.

Who was calling her?

As you exited her study, a wave of relief washed over you. Finally, a moment to yourself. The tension that had been building in your shoulders slowly began to dissipate, but it wasn't long before a swarm of questions flittered around in your mind.

What should you do next? Should you find Catalina? Were her daughters even expecting you to join them for lunch?

The decision weighed heavily on your mind, but your concern for Catalina overruled your hesitation. You decided to find your friend first.

You moved with a sense of purpose as you navigated through the many hallways, your footsteps echoing against the carpeted floors. As you rounded a corner, you came across a maid dusting a drawer with her back to you. The soft swish of her duster stopped as she heard your approach. She turned to face you and her eyes widened in recognition.

You weren’t particularly familiar with her, but you had seen her a few times throughout the castle. You racked your brain for her name – Sofia, yes, that was it. Her youthful face was framed by a neatly tied bun, and her uniform was pristine.

“Good afternoon, Sofia.” You greeted her with a warm smile.

Instead of her smiling back at you, Sofia looked nervous, her eyes darting around the hallway as if expecting something terrible to happen.

“Please, don’t.” Sofia said in a low, trembling voice.

You frowned, confused by her reaction. “What’s wrong?”

She stared at you for a long moment, her gaze filled with a mixture of fear and urgency. Sofia glanced in both directions again, making sure no one else was within earshot.

“We can’t be seen talking to you. If the Lady or her daughters see us with you…” She trailed off, but the unspoken consequences hung heavy in the air.

Your eyes widened in alarm as her words sank in.

“What?” You interjected; your voice tinged with disbelief. “What’s going on?”

Sofia’s face paled and she bit her lip. Her gaze dropped to the ground, avoiding your questioning eyes. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves.

“Please, Sofia,” you implored, your voice a desperate whisper, “Can you at least tell me where I can find Catalina?”

Sofia's gaze snapped back up to meet yours, a flicker of hesitation evident in her eyes before she finally relented.

“She’s in the east wing.”

Her hurried glance around the hallway made it clear that she was eager to be done with this conversation. It stung more than you expected.

“Thank you.” You said softly, struggling to keep your voice steady.

You watched as Sofia turned away from you quickly, almost too quickly, as if being near you was a danger she couldn’t afford. With a heavy heart, you resumed your solitary trek down the hallway. Each step felt like a journey into deeper isolation. It was made worse as each passing maid averted their gaze once they noticed it was you.

As you pressed on, the silence grew, wrapping around you like a suffocating shroud. Soon, you reached the east wing. The hallways here were much quieter, the atmosphere almost serene compared to the tension-filled main hallways. Catalina stood near a large window, bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering in.

“Catalina!” You called out her name.

She turned around from cleaning the windowsill and a spark of fear crossed her face. The cloth she held slipped from her fingers, falling silently to the ground.

“What are you doing here?” Catalina asked worriedly. She glanced around nervously, as if expecting someone else to appear.

“I wanted to check in on you.” You said, your voice carrying a note of concern.

She shook her head almost imperceptibly, her expression becoming increasingly forlorn with each passing moment.

“You can’t,” she whispered, almost to herself. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“What? Why?” Your voice wobbled with hurt as you looked at Catalina, hoping for some kind of explanation. “I don’t understand what’s going on! Everyone has been avoiding me!”

There was a long, tense pause as Catalina met your gaze, her expression a mix of pity and uncertainty. She seemed to be weighing her words carefully, reluctant to share whatever she knew.

She sighed and spoke softly. “The Lady’s daughters told us early this morning that we weren’t allowed to interact with you. That you were off limits. That you were…” She struggled to finish her sentence, glancing away as if the words themselves were painful to say.

“Catalina, what did they say?” You urged, your heart pounding in your chest.

“That you were the Lady’s pet.” She finally admitted.

You froze, the words hitting you like a physical blow.

Pet.

They all knew. Every single one of them. The realization washed over you, bringing a rush of emotions that you could barely contain. Tears welled in your eyes, blurring your vision as you shook your head in denial. This couldn’t be happening.

“I need to get out of here.” The words escaped your lips in a trembling whisper, barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Catalina's eyes widened, catching the desperation in your gaze.

“You know that’s too dangerous,” she urged, her tone laced with fear. “Someone already tried to escape yesterday but she didn’t make it.”

For a moment, an unbearable silence hung between you two.

“I know,” you said plainly, your voice almost calm. “I saw what happened to her.”

Catalina's expression shifted from fear to horror.

“Miss Cassandra made me clean up what she did to her.”

Catalina gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh goodness,” she breathed, her eyes welling up with tears. “I’m so sorry.”

Catalina stepped closer, her hand reaching out as if to comfort you, but she stopped herself short. You could see the genuine sorrow in her eyes, but it did little to ease the suffocating dread that swallowed you whole.

“Please,” you pleaded. “I need to find a way out of here. I can’t keep doing this!”

You searched Catalina's eyes, seeking solace. Her gaze softened but there was a weight of uncertainty in her expression as she sighed.

“I think I know someone who may help.” She murmured, her tone cautious.

“I’ll take all the help I can get.” You said eagerly, grasping onto any sliver of hope.

“I can’t promise you anything, but I’ll try,” she replied. “For now, don’t seek me out. I’ll find a way to contact you.”

Relief flooded through you, soothing your frayed nerves. “Thank you, Catalina.” You breathed.

Catalina nodded before she glanced around warily. “You should get going now. I feel like we’re being watched.”

You nodded in silent agreement, your senses on high alert. It was about time you made your way to the dining room.

Every step was taken with caution, as if each movement might betray your presence to whatever unseen eyes might be tracking you. It was unnerving. The very air seemed to hold its breath, as if even the slightest sound could shatter the fragile veil of silence surrounding you.

Lost in your own thoughts, you barely registered the world around you until it was too late. With a sudden jolt, you collided with something solid. As you stumbled backward, adrenaline flooding your veins, you found yourself face-to-face with Bela. Her expression was dark and foreboding as she glared down at you.

“What were you doing here?” Her voice was low and dangerous as she spoke.

The seconds stretched into what felt like an eternity as your mind raced to come up with an explanation that might pacify her, that might be believable. Bela's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing through you as if she could read your mind.

“Don’t you dare try to lie to me, little one.” Bela warned, her golden eyes burning brightly beneath the hood of her dress.

She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the floor, and grabbed your arms. A sharp twinge of pain shot through you as her fingers tightened around your biceps. In that instant, you felt a surge of fear, not just for yourself but for the staff who might inadvertently get caught in the crossfire of Bela’s anger if she knew you spoke to them. There was the risk that she would harm them anyway, but you could almost hear the unspoken plea in your own mind, urging you not to lie but to tell her the truth.

With a deep breath, you made your decision.

“I-I was talking to some of the staff, but I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to.” You confessed, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a rush.

Bela's expression remained impassive as she listened to your explanation, her features giving away nothing of her thoughts. Despite her apparent detachment, her sharp eyes caught the tear tracks on your face, and she frowned.

“You were meant to be at lunch with us,” she stated cooly, each word measured and precise. “I will inform Mother of this transgression.”

An impending sense of dread welled up within you. The thought of facing Lady Dimitrescu's punishment made your stomach churn.

“Let’s go. I will accompany you back to the dining room.”

With a firm grip on your left arm, Bela began to pull you along, her steps purposeful and determined.

***

The doors to the dining room loomed ahead, large and imposing. Bela wasted no time and pushed them open, dragging you along in after her. Cassandra, seated at the table, looked up from her meal, her eyes brightening with mischief as she caught sight of you.

“Aw, did you make her cry already, Bela?” Cassandra teased, her tone dripping with faux sympathy.

Bela responded with an exasperated eyeroll.

“She was in an area where she shouldn’t be.” She explained, her voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.

Cassandra gasped theatrically, her smirk growing more pronounced. “How naughty,” she purred, her tone turning suggestive. “She should be punished.”

“Hm, such a bad girl.” Daniela added with a wicked glint in her eyes.

Her smile only broadened as a furious blush spread across your cheeks at hearing those two words.

“Mother won’t be attending lunch, unfortunately,” Bela interrupted, changing the subject. “It’ll be just us this time.”

“Ah, I see.” Cassandra said, her tone devoid of emotion, though a flicker of understanding danced in her eyes. It was as if she knew the reason why her mother wasn’t present yet chose not to dwell on it.

Bela released her grip on your arm, the coolness of her touch lingering on your skin. She turned her attention toward Daniela, her expression softening slightly.

“Daniela, move over a seat. She’ll be sitting next to me.”

Daniela happily complied, her enthusiasm evident as she scooted over with a little bounce in her step. Taking your seat, you noticed Daniela grinning at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The proximity made you feel claustrophobic as you were sandwiched between her and Bela, their shoulders close to brushing up against yours. Cassandra, sitting across the table, raised an eyebrow unamusingly at Bela.

“She won’t be sitting next to you.” Bela stated matter-of-factly, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice that suggested she enjoyed ruffling Cassandra’s feathers.

Cassandra scoffed but the corner of her lips quirked up slightly. “Rude.”

You finally turned your attention to your lunch instead. In front of you was a salad bowl, a colorful mishmash of mixed greens, cherry tomatoes, sliced cucumbers, and roasted red peppers, all topped with a tangy balsamic vinaigrette. Even though it looked appetizing, you found yourself staring at it sightlessly. You tried to muster the courage to lift your fork, to pierce through the layers of greens and vegetables and take a bite, but something held you back.

“You’re so quiet.” Cassandra said, her voice breaking the silence. She gazed at you with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

Daniela giggled, her laughter light and infectious. “You can speak around us, you know.” She added, her tone warm and encouraging, trying to coax you out of your shell.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling the weight of their attention on you. “Um – well, I don’t really know what to say.”

Cassandra leaned back in her chair, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Well, you could start by telling us a little about yourself. Like, where are you from?”

“Yes, we'd love to get to know you better!” Daniela chirped, her voice as sweet as honey.

You felt a pang of discomfort as all eyes turned to you, their gazes probing. Talking about yourself was never easy, especially to the Lady’s daughters. But as much as you wanted to retreat, you knew that you couldn’t avoid their questions forever.

“I'm from a small village not far from here. It’s near Lady Beneviento’s territory.” You explained, hoping to satisfy their curiosity with the simple answer.

Cassandra hummed, a low, contemplative sound. “We’re familiar with it.”

“It must be quite quaint living near her land,” Daniela remarked. “Have you had any encounters with her?”

You paused, a slight furrow forming between your brows. Daniela’s tone struck you as oddly eager for such a harmless question. You couldn’t shake the feeling that her interest went far beyond mere curiosity.

“No.” You said, your voice steady despite the tension creeping into your chest.

Bela, who had been silent up until now, suddenly spoke. “Do you have any family there?”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their collective gaze bearing down on you even more. Something wasn’t right here. The thought to lie struck you but you knew Bela would see through your deception.

“Yes… my parents.” You answered hesitantly, watching Bela’s reaction closely.

“I see.” Bela said, her tone flat and devoid of emotion.

She turned her attention back to her own plate, as if the conversation had never taken place.

You glanced back at your meal, trying to shake off the horrible feeling that settled low in your gut. Their interest in you seemed benign on the surface, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that there was something more sinister underfoot.

As you picked at your salad, the vibrant colors now seemed a little less bright, overshadowed by the turmoil that churned in your mind.

[peachdues]

tw: grief; some personal writing based on a rec by my therapist as I draw closer to the three year anniversary of my mom dying.

My hands are not my own; they are inherited, like the rest of me, but unlike my hair (the shade of my grandmother’s) or the hue of my eyes (a heterochromatic blend of my father’s and his father’s), my hands are wholly my mother’s.

It is a strange comfort to look down and see a part of a missing loved one. I can stand in front of a mirror for hours scrutinizing my own face and find no trace of my mother, but when I look at my hands, I am unable to see anything but her.

I was a precocious child, unable to sit still even for a moment. My restlessness persisted even at night. I was often unable to find tranquility even in sleep; prone to vivid and wild dreams that frightened me and usually startled me awake. My mother’s bedside was a frequent place of solace in the small hours after midnight. After the third or fourth time of me darting into my parents’ room on tiptoes and speaking in hushed whispers of monsters lurking in my closet, she would let me crawl in beside her until I calmed down enough to return to my own bed.

Yet, like most unruly children, rarely did her acquiescence actually soothe me. I likely owe my mother a long overdue apology for all the ways I tossed and turned and kicked while trying to settle down. But for all the sleep deprivation I inflicted, my mother’s solution was not to kick me out before I’d mellowed; instead, she gave me her hand.

She would hold it out for me to take and I, a cat transfixed by a feathery toy tangling before it, would grab it and trace the shape of her fingers. I bent them, pushed them together until she made the Vulcan salute, and turned her hand over in mine again and again. On and on I would play with her hand until I finally grew sleepy — an event she seemed to have a sixth sense for, given the struggle it took to get me there — and she would send me on my way back to my room, comforted.

Even beyond those restless nights, my mom would offer me her hand to hold in times of stress or even relaxation. If I sat beside her on the couch, my head on her shoulder, she instinctively held out her hand and without fail, I would take it. I once asked her if she minded it when I was a teenager; motherhood is marked by all the ways children demand and take, and I worried she quietly resented my entitlement to her space. I could see my question surprised her — and then she was quick to kiss the top of my head and assure me she found it just as comforting as I did. In fact, she wagered, the day I stopped reaching for her hand might just break her heart.

But I never stopped. I continued studying my mother’s hands in those quiet moments watching some silly reality show. I was fascinated by them; the rounded shape of the nail on her index finger contrasted with the u-curve of the others, but that asymmetry was the most comforting thing in the world.

They were there when I stumbled off my late night flight home from college; when I could stop being the invincible twenty year old staring down a world of limitless opportunity and regress back into her baby girl, who just wanted to cuddle up to her on the couch and have her pat my head as she always did.

And they were there even when she was not; still stroking over my hair thanks to my own manipulations, her nails painted a faint copper that I’d brought along with me to the ICU, back when we still had hope she’d be leaving sometime soon. I kept her hand smoothing over my head until the quiet beeping of her heart monitor slowed and her chest rose one final time. I only let them go when the nurses told me to bring my car around to pick up my dad so we could drive home, without her.

The last time I paid attention to her hands was when I arrived at the funeral home to help fix her makeup before her service. I did not recognize them, mottled and bruised as they were; they were too stiff, her fingers too oddly curled over her lifeless form. Of all the bitter realizations I had in the wake of my mother’s death, perhaps the most acerbic one of all was that I would never again hold my mother’s hand.

Even when I said my final goodbye to her on the day of her funeral, I did not touch her hands. I didn’t even look at them.

One of the many lessons I’ve been taught in navigating life after death is the transiency of human memory. There are details about my mother I swore I could never forget that I now find difficult to recall, even a measly three years later. I have a hard time remembering the sound of her voice, or the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed. I find that I can’t decide whether her eyes were more of a chocolate-y brown or something closer to black.

But I have not yet forgotten her hands. How can I, when I see them every day?

The nails on my index fingers are round while the rest are u-shaped. The skin of my knuckles folds the same way hers did, and while I prefer acrylics compared to her choice of gel manicure, I know that when the false nails come off, my mother’s will be there.

Often, far too often for my own comfort, I catch myself wondering what they will look like ten, fifteen, even twenty years from now. I wonder whether the time will come when I look down and think, for the smallest fragment of a second, that I am seeing her again. But a more sobering part of me knows there’s a chance my hands will one day curl and swell with age in a way hers never did. And I wonder, if and when that day comes, whether I’ll still recognize my mother’s hands, or whether that memory too, will fade.

[sc0tters]

Heartless | Sidney Crosby

summary: when you finally arrive back to the rink you once called home, the last thing you expect is that the now legend from PIT forgets who he was once to you.

dreamer: chapter one

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.38k

authors note: I know how long some of you’ve been waiting for this series so I want to thank you! This was a bit of a weird chapter but it was just so we could set the ground for the rest of the work to come in later. I truly cannot wait to show you all where this one is going to go!

Today was the start of something new.

Or at least that was what you told yourself as you stood in the cool breeze that whirled around the city of Pittsburgh. Everything had gone your way today and the universe was clearly on your side.

You had woken up early, gotten an A on a paper you just got back, your Amazon delivery had arrived early. And most importantly your favourite coffee shop was still open letting you get something to eat before you were meant to be at the rink “watch where you’re going jackass!” You yelled as a car drove you off the road.

It was a pretty black land rover who only responded with the hit of the horn causing your brows to furrow “what a dick.” You scoffed watching the car speed off.

Now your coffee was soaking into the tar of the road as your croissant was being eaten by pigeons that had found you. So much for it being a good day, I guess.

Everything in your Arsenal that you could try to do to calm down as you wanted to have a clear mind for your first day “not everything is going to go your way.” Marc-André reminded you as he stared at you.

Despite having three children under the age of ten, you were still his baby just like the rest of your siblings “yeah but dad-” you whined parking your car as you looked at the PPG Arena “you know I’m being honest kid.” He mumbled knowing that he should have been in Pittsburgh as you started the season.

It made you roll you eyes “where is mom when you need some moral support?” You complained shutting the car door behind you as you stared up at the sky.

The grey sky seemed comforting as you heard the rough clouds come together as thunder claps roared over the city “she is with your sister but she’d also want you to just breathe.” His voice was clear making you roll your eyes “I hate it when you’re right.” You grumbled as a small smile formed on your lips.

Even with your rough exterior your father knew how to break you down in an attempt to get you to the soft state that had him wrapped around your finger “no you don’t.” Marc-André laughed as he shook his head “now go make me proud and play nice.” His words made you grin as you raked your fingers through your hair.

Pictures of the younger version of your father were up on the walls as you saw some of your favourite people from when you were a child growing up “I should get going dad.” You looked at your watch fearing that you were going to be late.

With that he snapped his fingers before he sent you a salute as you did the same thing “love you kid.” You pressed your fingers to your lips as the line ended.

You took a moment to study the welcome area and all of the trophies that the Penguins had won “I didn’t know we let fans in here today.” A voice came from behind you that causing you to spin on your feet.

Kris held a friendly face as you turned to a panic “I’m so sorry!” You blurted out as your cheeks reddened “I am actually the new intern for the physios office and uh-” you trailed off going quiet when the slap of his hand to his mouth cut you off.

It wasn’t often that Kris was left shocked “sparky you’ve gotten so big!” His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you into a hug.

Sparky was the title you picked up as a kid due to the fact that once when nobody on the team could get you to stop crying. Until your Sidney shocked himself plugging his phone charger into the wall.

Your reaction had most of the guys laughing as Sidney had to recreate his response to it in order to make sure you stayed smiling. Then it stuck after your dad dressed you up as a lightbulb for Halloween that year.

You smiled as he dropped his hands to his sides trying to comprehend that you were old enough to be working “I’ve gotten an internship here with the physio team.” You explained ignoring his crazy you felt admitting to the fact that you were actually there and this was no longer a note on your vision board.

Kris felt like a proud parent “always thought you’d land up somewhere like that.” The physios from when your dad was at the team used to entertain you when you came with him to work when your mom was busy with college work.

His words made your heart throb “enough about me, how are you-” before you could even get your words out the sound of a door slamming cut you both off.

Spinning around a smile formed on your face as you locked eyes with Sidney Crosby. You were like ever other child who was practically in awe of him, you were one of the lucky few who got to grow up with him so that made him all that much cooler to you “surprised to see you got here before you got knocked by another car.” His words made your face drop as your eyes went wide “excuse me?” You sucked at your teeth to stop yourself from snapping at him.

Sidney hadn’t even acknowledged that Kris was around yet “you couldn’t even use your eyes to see that I was driving.” That comment made you gasp as pieces began to click in your mind “you’re jackass!” You gasped feeling your jaw go slack “sorry could like someone maybe catch me up?” Kris pleaded as he grew confused.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to turn your glares at him “someone is just an entitled-” he was cut off as doctor McLane walked into the area joining the three of you “I’m so happy to se you’ve made it!” She clasped her hands together as she saw you.

Melissa turned her attention to the two players “I’m glad to see you’ve met the new physio intern y/n F-” before she could finish introducing her you had to interrupt “just y/n will do.” You smiled sending her a nod.

Before you had the chance to continue the argument with Sidney you were knocked off of your feet as he pushed past you to get to the locker room “I promise the rest of the guys will be easier than that.” Kris sent you a smile as he helped you back up. If only he really knew how awful that day would get.

Sidney couldn’t believe that luck had been so against him today as you had to show up at work today, the one place he truly thought that he could get away from young people who thought they knew more than they did.

But not even how much you had pissed him off could have stopped him from smiling as he accepted that FaceTime call from Marc-André “you will not believe the day I’ve had.” Sidney sighed as he sunk into his seat “hope y/n didn’t have too much to do with that.” Your father teased as you used to run laps around Sidney when you went through the phases of having Sidney as your favourite penguin.

It made Sidney stop in his tracks though as the question weighed on his mind “how do you know about her?” The words left his lips quicker than he could have thought about it “did you forget the part where I fathered her?” The older boy laughed as he spoke in a duh tone.

If you had known about the way that the colour drained from Sidney’s face you honestly would have been upset that you hadn’t been there to see it in person “do you seriously not remember how I told you that y/n was going to be the new intern for the physios.” Marc-André couldn’t see Sidney’s response as he dropped his phone.

This meant that not only was Sidney going to have to put up with you, it also meant that he was going to have to act like he liked it too.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Any headcanons on how the townsfolk react to the farmer having magic?

Sure thing :D

By the way, it became interesting to me, what kind of magic exactly does the Farmer use in the vanilla game? In fact, only interaction with Junimo, the ability to talk with wild animals and the transmutation of bars (which is more alchemy than magic, I think?) comes to mind. So I decided to write the reaction of the inhabitants as if the Farmer has some kind of spells like a fireball, telekinesis and other such that the first thing comes to mind. Hope you like it, dear anon ❤️

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Unfortunately, Pierre doesn't have anything "magic" for the Farmer in his shop. Oh, they just want to buy seeds? Well, with magic or not, a client is still a client! Just please don't accidentally burn his store with a fire spell or something.

Penny only giggled nervously after receiving information from the Farmer, and the following days she tried to avoid them. Now she is much calmer, but nonetheless, how in the world-?

Abigail knew that the Farmer is not so simple at first glance! Even the fact that they just understand little apple-like spirits delights Abby. It's so cool! If they also have some other combat magic, then it's even better!

Well... This magic of theirs doesn't restrict them from eating normal food, does it? No? Wonderful! Then Gus will gladly serve the Farmer in the Saloon, without any prejudice. Maybe he will even calm down his other visitors, who will climb to the Farmer with their annoying polls after an extra mug of beer.

Magic? Young one, George is not up to your hocus-pocus right now. Go show your tricks with bunnies and hats to kids or someone else, and let him watch his TV. Hmmph!

Rasmodius' only wish is that the young Farmer not fall under the control of his ex-wife if she takes an interest in their giftedness. Besides that, the wizard's door to the tower will always be open for the Farmer if they have a problem with magic control, or they want to learn a new spell.

Magic, you say? Can they conjure pink cake right into Haley's house? What about diamonds? Or maybe even a pony? No? Well, then what's the point in this magic. Boring...

Gunther once heard that people with a "special gift" are looking for incredible artifacts where no ordinary eye can see. Well, now the young Farmer has the opportunity to test this theory in practice, and don't forget to tell Gunther about it!

Sorry bud, but Shane can't be fooled by all this crap. No, don't show him the glowing energy from hands. And don't force objects to levitate in the air. The hell are you- stop lift him into the air with magic, no! Put Shane back down, for fuck's sake! Magic is not real!

"You can do a fire spell? For real? Can you demonstrate?" When the Farmer made a small fireball that emitted from their hand, Sebastian immediately held a cigarette to the little magic fire. "Thanks, I lost my lighter recently."

Tired Kent, having seen a demonstration of magic from the Farmer, simply turns around 180 degrees and goes home. First, the nightmares, and now also hallucinations in reality. He. Need. Fucking. Break.

Don't even think about playing pranks on Pam with these tricks, or she'll whip the Farmer so badly that no magic in the universe will soothe the burning pain in their ass! And she mean it, kiddo. Just don't.

Awesome! It's so awesome! Oh, can Farmer move in the air? How about moving things with their mind? Oh, can they move a slice of pizza in the air? Sam just wants to repeat that 'pizzakinesis' meme from the internet. Aww, c'mon, don't look at him like that, it will be fun!

The poor Farmer immediately regretted that they decided to tell Demetrius about their magical abilities. Because at first the scientist expressed incomprehension, and after the demonstration he took the young Farmer by the hand and almost forcibly led him to the laboratory "to study an incredible phenomenon!"

Robin was the one who quickly cooled her husband's ardor and told him that the Farmer was their friend, not a lab rat. The town carpenter doesn't care too much that the Farmer has some kind of power, because they're a good person. Besides, with neighbors such as Linus and members of the Adventurer's Guild, nothing will surprise Robin.

Speaking of neighbors, Linus will take news very calmly. He himself doesn't have magic in his blood, but he can feel the flows of someone else's energy. Will always support the Farmer if magic bothers them.

Marlon, as an adventurer who has seen an untold number of miracles in his life, will also calmly respond to the magical talent of a young member of his Guild. He will give the Farmer the opportunity to stay in his Guild if someone starts to annoy the Farmer because of their magic.

Gil will also not stand aside and cheer up the young adventurer if they lose heart, treat them to good whiskey (just a little bit) and give wise advice along with Marlon. Magic or not, one should not tease a person because of prejudice towards magic.

Maru, like Demetrius, will also be interested in studying this phenomenon, because she also believes that there is nothing that science could not explain. True, unlike her father, she will politely invite the Farmer to her home, not forcibly pull them along.

Heh, and Lewis was just thinking not to book a clown for the fair this year. Maybe after the show, the Farmer wants to show a couple of tricks for tourists? Don't worry, he'll pay them for their work. A? Real magic? Why yes, of course... magicians never tell their secrets, right? ;)

After many stories of his ol' Man, as well as some of the miracles that he himself found while sailing on the ship, Willy is no longer surprised about anything. If the Farmer wants, they can go fishing together on the beach and Willy will tell him stories about mermaids, miracles and magic.

Even though the Farmer has healing spells, Harvey asks them not to self-medicate. Funny tho, but he's not as surprised by Farmer's magic ("I've seen you do weirder things")

Magic? Oh, the Farmer wants to show her sons card tricks or something? Ok, Jodi doesn't mind, just please don't litter too much in the house, she just cleaned up recently.

Caroline will have mixed feelings about this. The last time she dealt with something magical was when she went to... Ah, no, never mind. As long as the Farmer doesn't harm anyone with their magic, Caroline doesn't mind.

Oh, you want to see real magic? Discounts up to 70% on almost all products at JojaMart, come and get it! (Morris doesn't give a damn about their magic as long as the Farmer buys seeds here and not from competitors).

Krobus knows that some people can wield arcane powers, like the same Wizard. Maybe if the Farmer talks about their abilities and human culture, then Krobus will share interesting facts about the Shadow people.

Elliott doesn't believe Farmer's words at first. "For me, a miracle is when I can untangle my hair without harming it." The Farmer is casting a spell in a language Elliott doesn't know, and now writer's hair is tangle-free, styled and braided. Ok, now Elliott believes in magic.

Oh yes, Emily has felt a strong flow of Farmer's energy since the day they moved to Stardew Valley. She wants to invite them to a crystal meditation sometime so that the Farmer opens their chakras and releases their energy. "Emily, this isn't exactly what-" Oh no, it's too late...

At first, Alex is surprised by this, but then quickly comes to his senses, trying to remain cool. "I really hope you don't use these tricks in sports, because only losers and weaklings will do this."

Sorry Farmer, but Clint is not going to buy gold ore and bars from them, as they themselves claim, "created with the help of magic." People already tried to deceive him like this in other cities. "Clint, this has more to do with alchemy than magic" "You get the point"

"Well, one more unusual neighbor for me," Marnie thought, finally understanding why the Farmer was never afraid to go to the wizard's tower despite her warnings about strange noises.

Leah is also not too surprised by the unusual neighbor. After all, the valley itself is a magical place, just like in fairy tales, so why be surprised by the same wizard or a young Farmer with their magic?

"Oooh! Please, show us some tricks, Mr./Mrs. Farmer! Please! Pretty please!" Now Jas and Vincent will not leave the poor Farmer until the evening.

[lunafoster]

Oh No (part 2)

AN: here’s part twoooo!! Sorry for the long wait, it took me a while to Finnish it because of me being studying most of the time (I’m in the middle of finals, please wish me luck).

Warnings: none I think? Bad English (I’m sorry, I promise I’m trying), A little bit of sexy(?) dancing if you squint really hard; Bojan and his girlfriend being cute; Käärijä being shy and having thoughts about them both (not like that).

Pairings: Bojan Cvjetićanin x fem!actress!reader + a tiny bit of Bojan x Käärijä + a tiny bit of Käärijä x fem!actress!reader

Words: 1500+ (so, funny story, part 1 has 1685 words and this one has 1658 hehe)

Part 1

Anyway, let’s go!

After the… incident with Bojan and meeting his girlfriend, because Jere refused to call it anything else, the Finn had continued to make a fool out of himself that night.

Even though he had been partying with the others, his eyes would always end up wondering back to them dancing together. And, of course, they sometimes caught him staring.

Jere was aware that Bojan was hot; in fact, he had been made aware of that ever since they had met in Madrid. As time went on and they started getting closer, he also found out, to his demise, that he was a great person: funny, caring, kind, charming and talented.

However, what he hadn’t known was that he had a girlfriend, and that she was equally as hot and loveable as him, as he had discovered when he talked to her for a bit. What are the odds, huh.

He gave up trying to party at around 3 am, sitting with Luke in one of the tables and just discreetly watching as the two moved their hips to the beat in their own little world.

The Serbian, who was nursing his fifth drink of the night, watched him carefully and followed his fleeting gaze to Bojan and the girl, slightly smirking when he figured it out.

“Go dance with them,” he told Käärijä with the smuggest look on his face.

“What?” The rapper sputtered, quickly moving his eyes away from the couple, cursing himself when he felt the heat rising towards his cheeks.

“I think they wouldn’t mind, honestly,” Luke pointed to where the two were dancing with his head and took a sip of his drink.

Jere didn’t answer, his gaze shifting to them again and watching as they smiled at each other while dancing. They didn’t look like they wanted company, at all.

He turned back to Luke and awkwardly smiled, trying to get the thoughts of the couple out of his mind. He didn’t want to bother them with his presence in the middle of their- whatever they were doing with the heart eyes.

The Finn was about to tell his companion as much when, out of the corner of his eye, he could make out Alessandra talking to the girl and taking her away from Bojan to dance with her.

Bojan, because of course he would, immediately crossed gazes with him and started walking towards their booth.

“Here comes loverboy!” sung Luke before getting up, mumbling something about another drink.

“Wait-” and he was too far away to hear him, if not for the loud music.

“What’s wrong? Are you not having fun?” was the first thing Bojan asked, getting all close to his ear to be heard over the song that was playing in that moment.

Käärijä felt his warm breath on his face and didn’t know if he could blush any harder. Thank the colourful lights for covering that up for him.

The other man was looking at him waiting for an answer and Jere didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol, but his eyes were glassy. Bojan might be drunk. What do I do? Shit.

“Fun, yes yes,” he replied, breaking off of his stupor and putting on a smile, “and you?”

“Well,” he started, “they stole my girlfriend so I don’t have anyone to dance with now.” He was pouting.

Jere had the sudden urge to bite the other man’s lips, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to go and act on it. What kind of thoughts was he having in the worst moment possible? Stop it!

“I dance with you,” he told him, didn’t know where that idea came from, “if you want?” he added, more as a second thought than anything else.

Bojan smiled and took his hand, dragging him towards where all the dancing bodies were. And they did, dance, drink some more and laugh at each other’s weird moves.

A latin beat came up, Bojan was swaying and he didn’t know if it was from all the drinks he’d had or because of the music, but he was moving towards him and he didn’t know what to do.

“This is sexy song,” he put his hands up, in between himself and Bojan’s chest,” your girlfriend dance with you?”

“She can come dance with us,” he said with a smirk, taking his wrists in both of his hands and slowly lowering them to his sides.

Jere’s breath caught in his throat when he felt the Slovene’s hands on his hips, his eyes widened as he looked up at him, being unable to figure out if it meant anything at all for the other.

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Bojan was smiling, drunk enough that he could dance like this with the Finn and not feel shy about it. He looked down and his eyes softened when he saw the slight panic in Jere’s own.

He was about to withdraw from the other and apologise for making him uncomfortable when he felt a pair of familiar hands on his right forearm, slowly removing his hand from the rapper’s hip and letting a body get right in the middle of them, his girlfriend’s back to his chest and her smile directed at Käärijä as she looked up at him.

“Is this okay?” she asked him, looping her arms around the Finn’s neck.

~~

The older male swallowed and gave Bojan a questioning look. Was it really okay? When the other one gave him an encouraging nod, Jere moved his hands to her sides, with his heart beating so loudly he believed everyone else could hear it over the music.

The Finn found himself enjoying the next few songs. Dancing with the other two became fun when all they did was tell weird jokes and laugh at each other’s clumsiness.

It was around 6 am that his eyes started closing and his movements became more lethargic, yawning every now and then due to the tiredness he felt, the events of the day catching up to him.

“Should we get you to your hotel room, Jere?” the girl asked him, a soft smile on her face.

“I go alone,” he answered, not wanting to bother them with having to accompany him, “it’s fine.”

“We were thinking of going to sleep too, so we can totally get you to yours first!” Bojan said, slapping his thighs as he got up.

He couldn’t help but agree. It was true he liked their company, so what if he didn’t refuse? Maybe he wanted to keep talking to them for a little longer while they got to his room.

They said their goodbyes to the people that were still there and headed for the reception of the hotel to get to the lifts, all the while Bojan had an arm around him and the girl had her hand intertwined with his, which he assumed was because they were both a little bit more than tipsy.

When they entered the lift, a silence fell upon them. And Jere started looking anywhere except at them. When he sneaked a glance, Bojan and his girlfriend seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes.

He prided himself for being more sober than them and, in his slightly drunken state, he didn’t mind asking them what was happening. Though, as soon as he opened his mouth, the doors opened to his room’s corridor.

“Did you see Luke asleep on top of Remo?” she said, giggling cutely, or at least it was cute in his ears.

“And Remo’s face was priceless,” Bojan added, “he was like trying to ask for help but with his eyes.”

He couldn’t help but laugh with the other two, and inwardly mourn the loss of their chuckles when he could see the door to his room.

“This my room,” he told them both as he searched for the card in his pockets.

They both nodded and looked at each other before looking back at him.

“We had a great night, Jere!” she stated excitedly, “maybe we could hang out tomorrow?”

“We can go have lunch together or something,” Bojan agreed with her, nodding at him, trying to convince him.

As if he needed convincing.

“Yes yes,” he smiled, opening the door, “we see tomorrow.”

The other two high-fived and whispered little ‘yes’s, then said their goodbyes to Jere.

When he was about to close the door, the girl stopped him and gave him a peck on the cheek and murmured a silent ���good night’ in Finnish, leaving him flustered with his head outside his room while the two left for their own.

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When the couple arrived at their room, they wasted no time in hoping into the shower, both too tired to do anything other than clean each other up and put on their pyjamas.

Bojan sat down on the bed while she removed her make up, looking at her with the most loving eyes she had ever seen.

“What did you think?”

“Of what?” she countered. “The night? Everyone? Or someone in particular?”

“You know what I’m asking,” he sighed, softly laughing to himself. She knew him so well.

“I like him,” she said, then, softly laughing as well, “I see why you told me so much about him.”

She went towards him once she was done with her skincare and straddled him on the bed, pecking his lips once, twice, and smiling with adoration in her eyes.

“Good.” He pushed them both further up the bed and gently settled them down inside the covers, cuddling up to her. “I kinda like him, too.”

They both smiled at each other with their foreheads touching and their legs entwined.

“Good night,” they whispered at the same time, to which they giggled for a while.

“We should really sleep,” she said in between giggles.

“We should,” he agreed, “we’re really drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk,” her eyelids began to fall.

“You are,” he closed his eyes.

Sleep took over them rather quickly that night.

AN2: hope you enjoyed it! If you want any more parts you’ll have to give it some love… this one took more time than I expected it to, but I still liked writing it! Love y’all! <3

Part 3

[witchywriter18]

Draco Malfoy with a girlfriend that has Misophonia

At first, Draco is unaware of the fact you're sensitive to certain sounds.

Although when you sit with him and his "friends", Crabbe starts eating. LOUDLY!

While it annoys him as well, he can see you physically flinch at every little sound.

It seems that every second Crabbe chews, you start to get more and more agitated.

At this point, both your ears are covered and you're close to tears.

"Crabbe, haven't you stuffed your face enough? You're like a bloody pig."

Crabbe stops eating while you let out a breath, removing your hands from your ears.

Over the next week, Draco is observing your reactions to certain sounds more. Seeing which ones make you irritated and which ones you enjoy.

When he asks why, you tell him you have a condition called Misophonia.

You explain that Misophonia makes you react strongly to sounds like chewing, snoring, and repetitive noises.

He asks if there's some sort of cure or treatment, to which you shake your head. You then go onto explain that it's usually a chronic condition with no known cures.

Without your knowing, Draco goes to Madam Pomfry and asks if she knows anything he could do to help you.

Draco has never written notes so meticulously in his life.

So instead of inviting you to have meals with him and his group, he sits with you and your friends instead (could go different ways depending on your house)

If someone is tapping their quill in class, he presses your ear against his shoulder, his hand covering the other one to drown it out.

Draco also finds a very quiet corner in the library away from other people when you want to read or study.

Madam Pomfry also gave Draco some research material on your condition, which is where he found out Muggles made these reusable earplugs for people with sensitive hearing.

So without his father's knowledge, Draco got some money exchanged for Muggle money and looked at shops for them during a holiday break.

It took him a couple of days before he actually found a pair, getting them in your main house color.

When school returned from break, he presented you with the gift.

The Slytherin had lipstick marks all over his face by the time you finished thanking him.

All in all, Draco is very supportive and caring when it comes to you having Misophonia

Idk when exactly Misophonia was actually made aware but I just decided to go with Draco for this scenario. I actually have Misophonia and it's actually very annoying to deal with. The strongest I've ever reacted is when my dad is snoring, especially when I'm trying to watch a movie or show or play a game and he falls asleep. Sometimes it gets me close to tears it's so loud, making my ears register it as an extreme irritant. But yeah, currently no cure or treatment except just figuring out how to live with it.

[realityjoey]

SECTORAL HETEROCHROMIA (RILEY ANDERSON MC x EVAN BUCKLEY)

The firehouse was filled with chatter and the clatter of plates as the 118 gathered around the long dining table for dinner. The scent of pasta and garlic bread wafted through the room, mixing with the warmth of camaraderie that always came after a long shift.

Riley Anderson sat at the far end of the table, next to Chimney and Hen, her posture relaxed as she twirled spaghetti around her fork. She was slowly fitting into the rhythm of the team after moving across the ocean, but there were still moments where she felt like an outsider trying to catch up with their inside jokes. Not that it showed. She was good at blending in, despite the fact she was naturally magnetic.

Buck sat a few seats down, his eyes drawn to her as they always seemed to be. He didn’t even try to stop himself anymore. There was something about Riley—her thick accent, quick wit, and the way her laugh made his chest feel warm—that had hooked him from the moment she arrived. He liked to think he was subtle about his crush. Well, as subtle as Evan Buckley could be.

He watched as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at something Hen said, and he couldn’t help the way his gaze lingered. Her laugh was soft tonight, the kind that slipped through her lips effortlessly. He’d give anything to make her laugh like that more often.

But, for now, all he had were stolen glances and fleeting conversations. And a growing list in his mind of all the little things he adored about her.

“Y’know, Riley,” Chimney said suddenly, breaking into Buck’s thoughts as he leaned forward, studying her face with an exaggerated squint. “I just noticed something. Your eyes—what’s going on there?”

Riley raised an amused brow. “What d’you mean, what’s going on?”

“Your eyes are… different. They’re not just one color!” Chimney exclaimed, sitting back in his chair, a look of childlike fascination spreading across his face.

Hen perked up, tilting her head toward Riley for a closer look. “Oh, you’ve got sectoral heterochromia! That’s awesome!”

Riley chuckled, clearly used to the reaction. “Yeah, both me eyes are a bit of a mix—blue with bits of brown scattered about.” She shrugged, casually sipping her water. “People usually don’t notice straight away. Guess you lot are more observant than most.”

The table buzzed with curiosity, the rest of the team now leaning closer to inspect her eyes, as if she were a rare artifact. Eddie, seated next to Buck, squinted playfully. “How did we not notice this sooner?”

“Right?” Chimney grinned. “That’s like, crazy cool.”

Riley’s cheeks flushed a faint pink, though she played it off with her usual dry humor. “Ah, yeah. I’ve got magic eyes. Keep it quiet, though—don’t want to end up in some research lab.”

The team laughed, and Buck leaned in slightly from his seat, pretending to act as if it was no big deal. But inside, he felt like he’d just discovered a new constellation in the night sky—something unexpected and uniquely hers. Another thing to add to the growing list.

And, damn, it was beautiful.

“Sectoral heterochromia,” Buck repeated softly, tasting the words. He’d known people with two different eye colors before—full heterochromia—but this? The way both blue and brown swirled together in each eye, like pieces of sky and earth stitched into one gaze? It was mesmerizing.

Riley caught his eye and smirked, catching him in his thoughts. “What’re you lookin’ at, Buckley?”

Caught. Crap.

“Uh—” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, struggling to find a casual response. “I just, uh—yeah. It’s cool, is all.”

Hen shot him a sly look, smirking. “Careful, Buck. If you stare too long, you might get hypnotized.”

The table erupted in laughter again, and Riley shook her head with a grin, clearly entertained by the fuss everyone was making.

“You lot are ridiculous,” she teased, but there was a softness in her voice, like she secretly enjoyed the attention.

Buck took another bite of his pasta, using the moment to reset himself. If only his heart would quit doing somersaults every time she glanced his way.

Eddie leaned closer, nudging Buck’s arm with a grin. “You’re not exactly subtle, man.”

Buck shot him a half-hearted glare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Eddie just chuckled knowingly, but the teasing didn’t bother Buck as much as it usually would. Not when Riley was sitting just a few feet away, her eyes sparkling in the dim light of the firehouse dining room. He wasn’t even mad the team had noticed the heterochromia before he did—he was too busy committing the little discovery to memory, adding it to his mental catalog of Riley Anderson.

He couldn’t help it. Riley was becoming more than just the new firefighter with the charming accent. She was a walking collection of contradictions—sharp wit with a warm heart, fierce determination tempered by moments of vulnerability. And now, apparently, magical eyes that made his brain short-circuit.

As the night went on, the team’s conversation drifted to other topics—weekend plans, funny calls from earlier shifts—but Buck remained half-tuned out, his thoughts circling back to Riley.

He didn’t know what it was about her that pulled him in so relentlessly. Maybe it was the way she seemed both perfectly at ease and completely out of place in their chaotic world. Or maybe it was just her—a brilliant, confusing mix of things that made it impossible to look away.

Riley caught him staring again, and this time, she gave him a small, knowing smile.

Buck’s stomach flipped.

He wasn’t sure how long he could keep pretending this was just a harmless crush.

But for now, he added sectoral heterochromia to the list, filed right next to her laugh and the way she says my name. And he knew it wouldn’t be the last thing about her that made his heart race.

[ghoul-bonez]

~Stars in Her Eyes, Stars in Her Heart~

Chapter 4: Her Heart Will Remain

(Kiri x Fem! Avatar! Reader)

Summary: After the terrifying thanator chase Kiri was worried for your well-being if you were to run into one on your own, so she decided to teach you how to navigate the forest.

Word count: 1.3k

Author’s note: This series is going to have shorter chapters than normal but it’s like 13 chapters long 👍🏻 ALSO rare weekend post!!!

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Her Heart Will Remain

Kiri had easily decided on your second lesson. Yesterday she had noticed that you had struggled to navigate the forest as you ran from the palulukan. Luckily Kiri had been there, but she feared the outcome that would have happened if she had not been there.

The forest can be hard to adjust to, especially going from one terrain to another, so today you would work on that.

Kiri had beat you to the meeting spot today, but quickly that fact had become fiction as you jumped out from your hiding place, hissing loudly at Kiri who jumped back, placing a hand on her knife.

“Oh my Eywa do not scare me like that!” Kiri removed her hand from her knife and rested it over her heart.

You laughed loudly, “Sorry, but you should have seen the look on your face, priceless!”

Kiri rolled her eyes, “Whatever, we should get started for the day.”

You just smiled at Kiri’s annoyance, “Alright professor Kiri, what do you have planned for today?”

Kiri hummed, “Well, yesterday you were slow, unsure about your movement through the forest. Today we are going to work on that. I believe the English name for the game we are going to be playing is tag.”

You scoffed, “Damn, I didn't do that bad.”

Kiri laughed, “But you were that bad. You probably wouldn’t be alive if I weren't there.”

You smiled but rolled your eyes, “Okay, whatever. Who's gonna be the first chaser.”

“You are going to be chasing me. Try to keep up.” Kiri said before sprinting away, giving you no time to think before you took off after her.

The ground was rough beneath your feet, sticks and stones making you cringe as you stepped on them, but you kept running. Eventually you were able to ignore the pain and push through it. It was like they weren't there anymore when you stopped focusing on them, instead focusing on Kiri who was far ahead. You had to keep up so you pushed yourself even harder, your lungs aching, air burning them when you inhaled.

You avoided tree after tree while you ran, dodging around them, a couple grazing your body as you didn’t aim yourself far enough away.

Soon Kiri was approaching a tree head on, with what looked like no intention to go around it. You hoped you weren't going to have to climb it. You were not ready to climb it, but once Kiri reached it she jumped, grabbing onto a branch above her and pulling herself up onto it.

Higher and higher, she climbed from branch to branch easily, but as she was reaching higher levels your feet were still planted firmly on the ground. Kiri paused to look down at you, who was looking up at her, like you were waiting for something.

You took one final breath, watching Kiri as she took a break from climbing to study you, watching you, waiting for your next move, and then you were climbing.

You were clumsy, struggling to move from branch to branch, and taking a different path than Kiri, but slowly you were making your way up to Kiri’s level. Once you got close enough to Kiri she jumped. She landed on a huge leaf, sliding off it and onto another one. One after another she gracefully fell until she was on the ground.

Everything in yourself told you not to do it. Every instinct told you it was a death sentence, but you didn’t listen to them. You jumped, falling onto the leaf and following what Kiri had done. You made it to the bottom, but with the final drop you landed awkwardly on your butt. You quickly scampered up, making sure you were fully intact, and you were. Nothing was broken, and the only pain was in your butt, and your ego.

Even once you reached the ground the game wasn’t over, and Kiri took off running again. You ran through the forest for a while longer, passing parts of the forest you had never been to, but right now you didn’t have the time to admire them like you would like too.

A lake was in front of you and as you thought Kiri was going to dodge it, running around the perimeter, Kiri jumped right in, swimming across before jumping out of the water on the other side.

You had never been more relieved at your decision to ditch your shoes before today. They would just drag you down, as would the rest of your clothes, but you followed after Kiri anyway.

The water was cold when you broke the surface, encompassing your body and dragging you down. You quickly breached the surface, resurfacing and looking around to find Kiri on the other side. You swam as quickly as possible and eventually made it to the other side of the lake where you hauled yourself out of the water.

You were sopping wet, water seeped into all of your clothes, making you cold in the slight wind. You shook your head, like a dog freeing themself from water, water flying off and you bent over trying to catch your breath. You almost thought Kiri was done, but before you could fully catch your breath Kiri ran off again.

Eventually you ran long enough to come to a sight you never thought you would see. The Hallelujah Mountains were even more beautiful than you could ever imagine, but there was no time to stop and stare as you were hot on Kiri’s tail, only a few feet behind her as she ran ahead.

As you neared the edge of a cliff you hesitated, but Kiri didn’t, jumping off like she knew exactly what she was doing, and she did. She quickly grabbed onto a vine and began climbing up to a smaller floating rock formation. The look on Kiri’s face was pure joy and you questioned how much of this was actual survival skills versus Kiri wanting someone to run around with.

You took a deep breath, preparing to jump, and quickly followed behind Kiri, clinging to the vine as tight as you could once it touched your hands. You wrapped your thighs around the plant and roughly pulled yourself up towards the top of the rock.

Kiri was waiting, standing on the top of the floating rock, and as you got far enough up she reached her hand out to you, pulling you up onto the rock beside her.

“You did good!” Kiri exclaimed.

“God damn you are fast!” You heaved, bent over with your hands on your knees trying to catch your breath. Your lungs worked hard, burning like a star that was dying out but trying its best to stay alive.

“So why did we do this?” You questioned.

“I want you to be equipped if another palulukan comes, and if you are going to survive the forest you have to know how to move through every part. From the ground, to trees, to water, and more.” Kiri spoke seriously, before a smile broke out on her face, “You did better than I thought you would though.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” You rolled your eyes, but a smile was on your face.

Kiri looked off to the distance, towards the expanse of floating rocks and mountains, “You’ve never seen the mountains, right?”

You nodded your head, “Yeah, they're beautiful!”

Kiri looked back to you, bumping your shoulders together, “Well, let’s explore some more then. I’ll chase you this time though.”

You just smirked at her before starting to run off, Kiri hot on your tail. You ran together for a while, Kiri not even trying to catch you because she easily could if she wanted to, but it was fun. Kiri enjoyed it more than she would admit, and you got to explore a part of Pandora you had never seen before.

As they ran Kiri smiled as the newest mysterious words came to her consciousness, “Someday she will outrun the best of warriors, someday she may outrun you, but her heart will remain.”

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Palulukan (Thanator)

Hallelujah Mountains (Floating mountains of Pandora)

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Adrien just wants to be a good malewife

AO3

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - ‘Baby’

Summary -

"Rest your head on my lap. You can comfortably put your legs on the other chairs." Adrien quipped, patting his thighs for emphasis. Marinette couldn't help but think that if he was an animal, his tail would be wagging (like an overeager black cat).

"But I'm not tired," She fibbed, averting her eyes when he glowered lightly, evident that he wasn't buying it at all. "Honest. You should spend your break doing things you love or have some fun. Not baby me. Especially since I don't need babying," She crossed her arms defiantly but all that did was make her seem even more childish.

Sadly for her (or luckily), since she lacked any energy, Adrien easily brought her to his lap, settling her head against his firm chest and positioning her knees around his hips. She hated just how warm and comfortable he was and it took her everything to not fall asleep right there and then as if he was the most comfortable bed she's ever laid on.

"Marinette, I love taking care of you," As if that alone didn't turn her to jelly, he began to tenderly comb his fingers through her smooth hair after taking the red ties out, his other arm pressing her tightly against him. "Would it be so bad to rest with me for a little while?"

~(x)~ . . . All class president duties tackled by Alya and the girls for the week? Check. Assistants found to work part-time at the Dupain-Cheng's Boulangerie? Check. And Chloé and Lila taken care of, far away as possible from his beloved Princesse? Check! Adrien couldn't help the pleased smile that played on his giddy lips, similar to the grins he'd wear as his alter ego, his mouth shaped in a prominent, mischievous, kitten-like 'w'. He eyed the sleep-deprived and tired designer lovingly, one of his arms hooked around her tiny waist so that she could lean her entire weight against him as he lead them to a quiet and vacant study room in the library. "Adrien, I'm fine. I don't need to rest. I have work to do on some homework and commissions right now-" Marinette's protest was met with a digit against her pouty lips, the blond shushing her with a smirk which only widened when she mustered up a weak glare. She was so fucking adorable. "None of our homework is due until the next week and your commissioners haven't given you a deadline. In fact, I recall them all telling you to take all the time you need, silly." Her frown only deepened at his words, a quiet growl escaping her throat as he giggled with endearment and finally led them to the quiet, empty study room. Marinette watched as he assembled three chairs together against the wall with haste, wordlessly allowing him to lead her on the second chair whilst he sat on the first. "Rest your head on my lap. You can comfortably put your legs on the other chairs." Adrien quipped, patting his thighs for emphasis. Marinette couldn't help but think that if he was an animal, his tail would be wagging (like an overeager black cat). "But I'm not tired," She fibbed, averting her eyes when he glowered lightly, evident that he wasn't buying it at all. "Honest. You should spend your break doing things you love or have some fun. Not baby me. Especially since I don't need babying," She crossed her arms defiantly but all that did was make her seem even more childish. Sadly for her (or luckily), since she lacked any energy, Adrien easily brought her to his lap, settling her head against his firm chest and positioning her knees around his hips. She hated just how warm and comfortable he was and it took her everything to not fall asleep right there and then as if he was the most comfortable bed she's ever laid on. "Marinette, I love taking care of you," As if that alone didn't turn her to jelly, he began to tenderly comb his fingers through her smooth hair after taking the red ties out, his other arm pressing her tightly against him. "Would it be so bad to rest with me for a little while?" 'This is cheating!' Marinette wanted to screech out loud when he peered down at her with his big, green eyes. The way he cutely tilted his head to the side and the pitiful pout he wore caused her breath to hitch in her throat. Damn those kitten eyes! "You're worse than Chat Noir..." Marinette thoughtlessly trailed off as she finally, finally fell asleep in his arms, not registering what she just muttered. For a split second, Adrien was stiff and tense but the sight of her peaceful face melted those sudden feelings away. He raised a brow, continuing to thread her hair through his fingers, deep in thought. "Your sleeping face looks an awful lot like my Lady's..." He murmured into her hair longingly. . . . ~(x)~

[topguncortez]

The Mighty Have Fallen | Prologue

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synopsis: Sports & Boys had been the only thing on your mind until everything changed in an instant.

word count: 900

warnings: cursing, description of gruesome injuries, car crash

The rain seemed to be coming down in sheets, which was a rarity for Los Angeles. Y/N was hardly paying attention, sitting in the back seat of her parents SUV, texting rapidly on her cell phone. She was half pissed that the softball game got canceled because of the rain, but she was more mad that her parents wouldn’t let her ride home with her boyfriend, Jesse. 

“Bun, I know you’re-” 

“Don’t call me that,” Y/N huffed, cutting her father off. He was going to try and play the good guy, give some justified reason for not letting her go home with Jesse. He would probably even use the rainfall in his favor, since ‘california teens don’t know how to drive in the rain’. But he was wrong, her mother was wrong, they were both wrong. Jesse grew up in Oregon, and certainly knew how to drive in the rain. Y/N had turned 18 two months ago, and was set to graduate high school in less than six weeks. She had already signed to go play division one softball at the University of Texas in the fall.  To Y/N, her parents seemed to be struggling with the fact that she was no longer their little girl. She was an adult, and hell she wanted to be treated like one. 

“Leave her be, Frank,” Y/N’s mother, Miranda spoke up, “She wants to act like a brat about not leaving with that delinquent.” 

“Jesse is a good guy!” Y/N argued. 

“Then why have you been skipping practice!?” Miranda turned in her seat to look at her daughter. Y/N narrowed her eyes at her mother, and crossed her arms over her chest, sitting back in her seat. She knew the next words out of Miranda’s mouth was going to be about how hard they both worked to put her through St. Andrew’s, pay for all the softball necessities, and take time off of work to go watch her play. It was the same spiel every time they fought. 

Miranda and Frank did work hard to be able to provide the best for their daughter. They came from next to nothing, growing up in a small, desolate town in the midwest. They had met when they were both at CalPoly, Miranda studying nursing and Frank studying journalism. Frank currently worked for the Union Tribune as a sports writer, and Miranda at the local hospital. Frank took Y/N to as many baseball and softball games as he could, making her fall in love with the sport even more. 

Their family wasn’t extremely wealthy by any means, but they lived comfortably. Y/N had been lucky to get a scholarship to St. Andrew’s Preparatory School, which had one of the best softball teams in San Diego county. It put her one step closer to achieving her dream of playing D1 softball. 

“Miranda, I think she’s allowed to be upset about the game,” Frank spoke and his wife  huffed, sitting back in her seat and crossing her arms over her chest. Poor Frank, he had gotten lucky to get a daughter who was almost exactly like her mother, from the looks to the attitude. He sighed, “This dang rain! It just will not let up!” 

“Do you think we need to pull over?” Miranda asked. It seemed as though they were the only car on the road at this point in time. 

“No! I just want to get home!” Y/N yelled. 

“You are not the one driving, young lady, so can it!” Miranda scolded her daughter. 

“Ugh! Does anyone ever listen to me!” Y/N threw her hands up. 

“Alright, I have about had it-” Miranda turned in her seat again, as Frank shouted. 

“Miranda, turn around, please- Shit!” 

Miranda had barely turned in her seat as Frank swerved from hitting something, no, someone, in the middle of the road. Y/N put her hand on the seat in front of her to brace herself from hitting it. The breaks squealed as the car spun out from the rain, and into the lane of oncoming traffic. Miranda let out a scream, as Frank tried to correct the spin and stop the car. Something that sounded like a cry for Jesus Christ filled the car, as Y/N’s eyes locked on the headlights coming towards them. 

— — — 

Y/N couldn’t remember much as the car finally came to halt after what seemed like forever. Glass covered her body as she blinked her eyes open. Her cheek felt cold and wet, and her hands reached out, feeling hard metal beneath her. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but she realized the car was upside down, and she was laying in the spot where the sunroof was once at. Her breath started to pick up, as the sound of a blaring horn filled her ears, and the coppery scent of blood filled her nostrils. It made her nauseous. 

“Mom? D-Dad?” She called out to them, seeing two bodies in front of her, neither one moving, “Mom! Dad!” Y/N cried louder, and tried her best to reach for them, but something had her body pinned, “Mom!” Her voice cracked, “Oh my god. . . Oh my god!” Y/N looked around the car, trying to pull herself free from whatever had the left side of her body pinned. She couldn’t feel her left hand, she wasn’t even sure if it was still there, “Help! Help me! Someone!” 

The crunch of footsteps on the glass caught her attention. She looked up the best she could as black boots stood in her line of sight. Y/N jumped a bit as the person put his hands on the ground, and then laid himself down on the ground. 

“H-help?” Y/N said softly. There was a chuckle, and the last thing Y/N could remember seeing was a pair of red eyes looking right through her.

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General Ross

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Try to remember the kind of September When grass was green. . .

"Wake up dear, and say goodbye to your father." Tony's mothers voice stopped singing to say. Her fingers played flawlessly against the piano as Tony watched his white haired, much older father lift the blanket off of young Tony's face, who was sleeping on the couch.

"Whose the homeless person on the couch?" Howard Stark asked, buttoning his suit jacket. Tony smiled, watching young Tony sit up with a santa hat upon his head.

"This is why I love coming home for Christmas," Young Tony said. "right before you leave town."

"Be nice, dear, he's been studying abroad."

"Really? Which broad? What's her name?"

"Candice." Young Tony said while Howard plucked the Santa hat off of his head.

"Do me a favour? Try not to burn the house down before Monday."

"Okay, so it's Monday? That is good to know. I will plan my toga party accordingly. Where you going?"

"Your father's flying us to the Bahamas for a little getaway."

"We might have to make a quick stop." Howard said.

"At the pentagon. Right." Young Tony replied. "Don't worry, you're going to love the holiday menu at the commissary." Young Tony replied to his mother.

"They say sarcasm is a metric for potential." Howard replied. "If that's true, you'll be a great man someday." And then to his wife, "I'll get the bags."

"He does miss you when you're not here." Mrs. Stark said as Howard left the room. "And frankly, you're going to miss us." She said, getting up off the bench. "Because this is the last time we're all going to be together. You know what's about to happen." She said, slinging her purse onto her shoulder.

Young Tony nodded as his mother ran her hand up his arm. "Say something." Howard entered the room. "If you don't, you'll regret it."

"I love you Dad." Young Tony said. "And I know you did the best you could." He said to his mother. She kissed his cheek and then Young Tony was left, watching his two parents walk off the set.

"That's how I wished it happened." Tony said, addressing the crowd that he was standing in front of now. A group of college students, all in the engineering field. "Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing or BARF. God, I gotta work on that acronym. An extremely costly method of hijacking the hippocampus to clear traumatic memories."

He pretended to blow out the candle, but that couldn't happen because it wasn't a reality and he let out a small laugh, "It doesn't change the fact that they never made it to the airport or all the things I did to avoid processing my grief, but,"

He took off the glasses and the entire, familiar home scene around him started to dissolve, "Plus, Six hundred and eleven million for my little therapeutic experiment? No one in their right mind would've ever funded it. Help me out, what's the MIT mission statement?"

"To generate, disseminate, and preserve knowledge." Tony said as the college students chanted it with him at the same time. "And work with others to bring it to bear on the world's great challenges. Well, you are the others. And, quiet as its kept the challenges facing you are the greatest mankinds ever known. Plus, most of you are broke."

He got laughter from the crowd on that one. Didn't stop it from being true either.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Rather, you were. As of this moment, every student has been made an equal recipient of the inaugural September Foundation Grant." Students started to murmur, talking to each other in whispers, "As in, all of your projects have just been approved and funded."

The crowd broke into slight screams, cheering, and whispers.

"No strings, no taxes, just reframe the future! Starting now," He paused when he saw that he was supposed to introduce Pepper Hogan. His heart clenched because she hadn't been talking to him recently.

"Go break some eggs." He said quickly and then turned, dazedly walking off the stage. Fuck he'd forgotten all about the horrible fight with Pepper until that moment.

"Wow! Wow! That took my breath away." He was aware of one of the college head of departments touching him, trying to get his attention. "Oh, Tony! So generous. So much money! Wow!" He laughed awkwardly. "Out of curiosity, will any portion of that grant be made available to faculty? I know, 'Ooh gross,' but hear me out. I have got this killer idea for a self-cooking hot dog. Basically, chemical detonator embedded-"

"Restrooms this way, yeah?" Tony interrupted, pointing.

"Yeah. Embedded in the meat shaft."

A blond lady stepped in front of him, "Mr. Stark I am so sorry about the teleprompter. I didn't know Mrs. Hogan had canceled. They didn't have time to fix it."

He stopped walking as she was trying to walk backwards and talk to him face on at the same time. He gently touched her arm in reassurance and said, "It's fine. I'll be right back."

He walked out and into the hallway where the bathrooms and elevator were. He stood in front of the men's bathroom door for a moment, before checking behind him to make sure the weird faculty member hadn't followed him. He walked down to where the elevators were, the hallway empty except for one African American women who seemed to already be waiting on the elevator.

"That was nice, what you did for those young people." She said, speaking first. He had his back against the wall, feeling awkward again. The only people he was comfortable around anymore was Bruce, Y/N, and the rest of the Avengers although Wanda still scared him.

"Ah, they deserve it." He said nonchalantly. "Plus, it helps ease my conscience."

"They say there's a correlation between generosity and guilt." Well, she seemed like a smart woman. "But if you've got the money. . . break as many eggs as you like." Tony looked at her then, "Right?"

Tony turned to face the elevator, not wanting to look at her face on anymore, and noticed peculiarly, that the elevator button had never been pressed. He grew wary now. Was she going to pull out some Natasha like moves on him and try and slit his throat? Or was he just getting paranoid? But why would she stand here and not press the button? He reached forward slowly, pressing the up button.

"Are you going up?" He asked. Rumlow had tried to kill Steve and Y/N in an elevator. Maybe he should think about taking the stairs.

"I'm right where I want to be." She said.

Yep, she was totally going to kill him.

She reached into her bag and he said, "Okay. Hey!" He grabbed her wrist quickly. She glared at him. "Sorry, it's an occupational hazard."

"I work for the State Department. Human Resources. I know its boring but it enabled me to raise a son. I'm very proud of what he grew up to be." She slapped a picture right against his chest where his heart was. "His name was Charlie Spencer. You murdered him. In Sokovia. Not that that matters in the least to you. You think you fight for us? You just fight for yourself. Who's going to avenge my son, Stark? He's dead and I blame you."

She turned and marched away.

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"Eleven Wakandans were among those killed during a confrontation between the Avengers and a group of mercenaries in Lagos, Nigeria last month. The traditionally reclusive Wakandans were on an outreach mission in Lagos, when the attack occurred."

"Our people's blood is spilled on foreign soil, not only because of the actions of criminals, but by the indifference of those pledged to stop them." King T'Chaka said on the news channel now. "Victory at the expense of the innocent is no victory at all."

You turned off the TV and Steve looked over his shoulder. "You need to stop watching that stuff Steve. The news isn't a healthy place."

Both of you heard more news coming from another room and the two of you went and found Wanda watching another news channel, which was bashing her. Steve was the one to turn the TV off this time.

"It's my fault." Wanda said softly. Pietro was on the bed next to her, rubbing her shoulders.

"That's not true." Steve said softly.

"Turn the TV back on." Wanda said. "They're being very specific."

"I should've clocked that bomb vest long before you had to deal with it." Steve countered. "Rumlow said 'Bucky' and all of a sudden I was a sixteen year old kid again, in Brooklyn." He walked over to sit next to her. You caught Pietro's eye and jerked your head, the two of you leaving the room.

"She'll be okay." You said as the two of you hit the kitchen. "It just. . . we all find something to blame ourselves on the missions. I don't know, maybe our team just wasn't ready."

"Steve is a good trainer." Pietro countered. "The circumstances were just. . . unfortunate."

"That they were." You sighed, checking the time for the MIT convention. You hoped Tony would be home soon.

Vision suddenly came in through the wall of the kitchen. Both you and Pietro jumped.

Vision was, naturally, Wanda's soulmate. However, Vision being a robot somehow defeated the physics of Wanda turning into any animal. She did however, now have a butterfly tattoo on her back. It was strange. You were sure if Bruce ever found out, he would want to research it. . . but Bruce hadn't been heard from in forever.

"Vision! Doors!" You shouted.

"My apologies." Vision replied. "Mr. Stark is back and he's brought the Secretary of State with him."

You and Pietro exchanged a look. "Secretary of State?" You repeated.

This could not be good.

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"Five years ago, I had a heart attack and dropped right in the middle of my backswing." General Ross said. He was standing at the front of the table, addressing the rest of you.

Wanda, Vision, Sam, and Pietro sat on one side of the long table. Rhodey, Natasha, and Steve sat on the other. You sat in the middle, right across from General Ross, frowning. Tony was sitting to the side in the corner, looking uncomfortable.

"Turned out it was the best round of my life because after thirteen hours of surgery and a triple bypass, I found something forty years in the Army had never taught me. Perspective. The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives, but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some, who would prefer the word 'vigilantes'."

"And what word would you use, Mr Secretary?" Natasha asked.

"How about 'dangerous'? What would you call a group of US- based, enhanced individuals, who routinely ignore sovereign borders, and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?"

You opened your mouth to retort when he stepped to the side and a flat world of the map appeared.

"New York."

A video of one of the huge flying Centipede like Chitauri, with Hulk leaping from building to building.

"Washington D.C."

This one showed the helicarriers that were disappearing into the lake. The ones that you, Sam, and Steve took down.

"Sokovia."

Wanda and Pietro both shifted in their seats as a video of part of the land rising, buildings crumbling and crashing.

"Lagos."

Wanda looked away and Steve said, "Okay. That's enough."

"For the past four years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution."

The man that had come with General Ross handed him a large booklet, which Ross placed on the table, handing it straight to Wanda. "The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries, it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under supervision of a United States panel only when and if that panel deems it necessary."

You started to laugh and everyone looked at you. "Sorry," You chuckled, and then stopped because it wasn't funny. "The Government is going to control superheroes? You see, that's funny."

"Y/N." Tony muttered as you stood up angrily.

"Sorry but, does no one remember when the Vice President colluded with The Mandarin to kill the President of the United States? Does no one remember how Senators were bought off by HYDRA? You want the Government, which is corrupt as something can be, to tell the good people when they want something to be saved? What if we save the wrong thing? What if, a Senator who has been bought off by HYDRA, tells us to kill the good guys instead, making us think they're bad, huh?"

"Y/N" Tony said again.

"No!" You shouted, "The Avengers are guided by themselves because our leader, our Captain, has the best moral compass. So no. I don't accept these Sokovia accords. You think I would ever trust the Government after my past with them? In your fucking dreams. The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place and we've done that."

"Tell me, Mrs. Stark, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?" General Ross asked you. You sucked in your lips. "If I misplaced a couple of thirty megaton nukes, you can bet there'd be consequences."

"Thor and Banner aren't weapons, General." You retorted. "And I think you've forgotten Thor is the King of another planet. And Bruce happens to be Thor's soulmate. They are both either on Asgard or traveling space together. Who knows what Thor's Kingly duties are."

"Compromise. Reassurance. That's how the world works." General Ross sighed. "Believe me, this is middle ground."

"So, there are contingences."

"Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords."

Steve turned in his chair to look at Tony. Tony looked up at him and then back down at his hands.

"Talk it over."

"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" You and Natasha asked at the same time.

"Then you retire."

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"Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor." Rhodey said to Sam while Steve sat on the chair in front of them, reading through the entire Accords. You were also reading the Accords. So far, it didn't look very promising. "Which is one more than you have."

"Means jack shit to me." You snapped.

Steve gave you the look and you ignored him. When you were in a bad mood, you just happened to cuss more. That's how it worked and Steve would just have to accept that.

"So let's say we agree to this thing." Sam said angrily. "How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?"

"One hundred and seventeen countries want to sign this." Rhodey argued.

"So what?" You complained. "So what? If you look at the statistics, the factual numbers, we have a 93.764% approval rates as Avengers. Which means, that these one hundred and seventeen countries are rolling belly up and surrendering to make only 6.236% of the world's population happy. They're in the minority, the Government is only giving in because they're weak and want to be elected again. That's it."

"How long are you going to play both sides?" Sam asked.

"I have an equation." Vision said suddenly.

"Oh, this will clear it up." Sam rolled his eyes.

"In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. And, during the same period of time, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate."

"Are you saying its our fault?" Steve asked, paused from turning the page he was on.

"I'm saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invites challenge. Challenge inflicts conflict. And conflict. . . breeds catastrophe. Oversight- Oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand."

"Right." You declared. "So, the next time we have someone like Loki using aliens to invade the world, we should just kick back and relax, drink some lemonade and hope the U.S. army can do better since they're already under a Government contract. Well I'm all fucking for that, we should move to Japan and live quiet lives."

"Tony." Natasha said in a warning voice. "You are being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal."

"It's because he's already made up his mind." You and Steve said together.

"Boy, you know me so well." Tony retorted. He sat up from where he was laying down on the couch. "Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache. That's what's going on Cap. It's just pain." He walked over to the kitchen, grabbing himself a cup. "It's discomfort. Who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?"

He placed a tablet down and a picture of a young African American boy popped up on a holograph. "Oh, that's Charles Spencer by the way. He's a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor-level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk. See the world."

You closed your eyes, knowing where this was going, what this was leading up to. Charles face now burned in your mind.

"Maybe be of service. Charlie didn't want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn't go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where? Sokovia. He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. I mean we won't know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass."

"What should we have done?" You asked with a scoff, "Should we have. . . oh I don't know. . . not gone to Sokovia at all? Decided not to fight Ultron? Should we have let Ultron lift the island into the sky while we kicked back at Avengers Tower watching Vampire Diaries? I mean what were we supposed to do? Magically stop the buildings from falling over the side of the island while Thor and Steve are already trying to grab people as their cars are falling in mid-air? Tell me what we were supposed to do in that situation Tony?"

Tony slammed his coffee cup down on the table, "There's no decision making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I'm game. If we can't accept limitations, if we're boundary-less, we're no better than the bad guys."

"Tony, when someone dies on your watch, you don't give up." Steve said.

"Who said we're giving up?"

"We are if we're not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame."

"I'm sorry, Steve. That- That is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we're talking about. It's not the World Security Council, it's not S.H.I.E.L.D., it's not HYDRA."

"No, but it's run by people with agendas and agendas change."

"That's good. That's why I'm here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stopped manufacturing."

"Tony, you chose to do that." Steve argued. "If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. What if this panel sends us somewhere we don't think we should go? Y/N's right. What if someone gets blackmailed or gets an incentive and they send us to kill their enemies and not ours? What if there is somewhere we need to go and they don't let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own."

"Here, here." Pietro said unexpectedly.

"If we don't do this now, it's going to be done to us later. That's the fact. That won't be pretty." Tony said.

"You're saying they'll come for me." Wanda said and Pietro shot to her side immediately to sit down next to her.

"We would protect you." Vision said softly.

"Maybe Tony's right." Natasha said unexpectedly. "If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off-"

"I prefer having both hands on the wheel, thanks." You retorted.

"Aren't you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?" Sam asked in amazement.

"I'm just reading the terrain." Natasha sighed. "We have made, some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back."

"Focus up. I'm sorry. Did I just mishear you, or did you agree with me?"

"I want to take it back now." Nat muttered.

"No, no, no you can't retract it." Tony said. You and Pietro rolled your eyes. "Thank you. Unprecedented."

Steve's phone started to ring.

"Okay. Case Closed. I win." Tony said.

"I have to go." Steve said, getting to his feet.

Everyone watched him walk out and you stood up as well.

You looked at Tony. "I will not go against you Tony. But I will not sign this either. I'm an American and I always fight for my freedom. I don't surrender it. So," You tossed your handgun onto the table. "I retire. And I will see all of you later."

And with that, you left the room.

[imawkwardlysoc]

i found me a lover who could play the bass

Song- Pierre by Ryn Weaver

Paring- ron kerner x gn!reader

Warning(s)- Just some mentions of alcohol, no pronouns used

Wordcount- 1,285

Summary- Reader meets a pretty cute bassist.

“Come on, let’s go out,” Carol tried to drag me out of my seat.

“Can’t gotta study,” I told her.

“Study?” She waved her arms in the air exaggeratedly. “Y/N, we just finished midterms today.”

“And I have finals to study for already,” I groaned. “Also, if I want to make summa or magna, I need to get my shit together.”

“Y/N, hun,” she cupped my face. “You will, you just gotta take a break. I don’t want you to burn out, I’ve seen it. Do you want to burn yourself out?”

“No,” I shook my head.

“Now come on, let’s get ready,” she smiled and skipped to her room.

Shaking my head and letting out a laugh, I got out of my seat and looked through my closet. Grabbing a pair of ripped black jeans, an off gray t-shirt, and a flannel, I got dressed before putting a jacket over my.  Sliding on my boots, I looked at myself in the mirror to check out my look. I mean it’s pretty basic and I’m too lazy to actually put an outfit together, but it’s alright.

Walking out of my room, I saw Carol in an outfit with the same vibe as mine but dolled up. Grabbing our bags and keys, we walked out of our college apartment and I followed Carol.

“Where are we going anyways?” I asked her as we walked down the sidewalk.

“To the local bar because Nick’s band is playing,” she answered.

“So, we’re just watching your crush’s band play?” I raised my eyebrow.

“While having drinks and bar food at half price because of our student discount,” she added as she linked her arm with mine.

“Why don’t you tell him already?” I asked her. “You two already have a class together and there’s no way in hell you’re shy.”

“Well, I can be around him,” she blushed in embarrassment.

“Hey, get a drink inside you, loosen up, and go up to him when their set is done to ask him out,” I gave her some encouragement.

“We’ll see,” she chuckled as we walked into the bar.

Looking at the stage, we saw some people setting things up on the stage. Carol and I sat down in one of the corner booths where we could see the stage easily. One of the waiters came over to our table and took our orders before leaving again to get our drinks. After a few minutes, our drinks came and the band came on stage. Some cheers were heard from the crowd and Carol’s mouth. Popping a fry into my mouth, I listened to the band as their cover of 1985.

I bobbed my head to the songs they played while mouthing the lyrics. Sometimes I would glance at Carol who is just crushing over the drummer.

“How’s everyone doing?” The singer asked which caused everyone to cheer. “Alright, some of you who have already seen us already know who I am, but those who don’t, I’m Tom.”

More cheers came out.

“Over to the right of me is our guitarist, Pete,” Tom pointed to the man that stood next to him. “Oh my left is our bassist Ron.”

I looked over at the bassist and felt my heart stop a little. I’m not sure if it's the fact he’s in a band or the defined jawline or his wavy brunette hair, but he’s pretty attractive. Making eye contact, I felt myself blush when he sent me a wink.

“And the drummer behind me is Nicholas.” I nudged Carol a little when her crush was mentioned. “We're the Flyboys and we’re going to play you an original song now. This is Break Your Little Heart.”

The sound of Pete’s guitar filled the bar and all of us started to jam out. With two beers and a bunch of fried food in my system, the band finished playing their forty-five minute set.

“I’m going to get another drink,” I told Carol as I saw Nick walking up to our table.

Walking up to the bar, I ordered myself another beer. When I waited for my beer, I felt another presence next to me. Looking over my shoulder, I saw him standing there.

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi,” I smiled back. “You were great up there. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” we both shared a laugh as we shook hands.

“Is this your first time seeing us perform?” He asked as I sipped on my beer.

“Yeah, my friend and roommate have seen you guys before,” I replied while nudging my head to the booth. “She’s gonna kill me but she has a thing for your drummer.”

“Yeah, Nick also has a thing for her,” he laughed. “Finally took some balls for him to talk to her.”

We took a sip of our beers and started a conversation on a different topic. As we drank our beers, we started to get to know each other a little. We’re both in our last year of college while I major in chemistry and him being in political science.

“Hey, I’m going to grab some pizza with Nick, I’ll be home soon,” Carol told me. “You’ll be fine going home?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me,” I hugged her. “Go have fun. Don’t worry about the table. I’ll pay.”

“I will, see you back home,” she told me after letting go.

Walking up to Nick and holding his hand, Ron and I watched our friends leave the bar.

“She’s going to be alright,” Ron told me.

I nodded my head and drank the last sip of my beer. “Well, that’s it for me. Gotta head home.”

“Let me walk you home,” Ron says.

“You don’t need to,” I said while handing the bartender my school ID.

“Look, it’s late outside, please,” he looked me in the eyes. “Just let me get my bass and I’ll be back five minutes max.”

“Alright, if you’re not back in five minutes I’m leaving,” I chuckled.

He nodded his head and paid for his beer before grabbing his bass. While I waited for him, I checked my to-do list for tomorrow and saw him with his bass in it’s case, over his shoulder.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

“Yep,” I nodded my head.

We walked out of the bar and started making my way back to Carol and I’s apartment. From the far distance you can hear music blasting out of the frat and sorority houses that were a few streets over. The evening weather was the perfect temperature. The spring air wasn’t too cold where I needed another jacket. Despite us just meeting, we walked in comfortable silence.

“Well, this is me,” we stood in front of the front door of the apartment. “It’s nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you also,” he agreed. “Wanna hang out on campus one day?”

“Sure,” I nodded my head. “Give me your phone so I can put my number in it.

Pulling out his phone from his pocket, he handed it to me and I put my number in before giving it back to him.

“I’ll see around,” I gave him a peck on the cheek.

I opened my front door and headed into the apartment, shutting the door behind me. I placed my back against the door while having a smile on my face. Hearing a ding from my phone, I pulled it out of my pocket and saw a message from an unknown number.

Unknown- Wanna grab a coffee on Monday? -Ron

Sending him a yes and adding him to my contacts, I shut my phone off and headed to bed thinking about the bassist.

[dwellinginsilence]

Haleigha with her Elf Owl, Owlthena. Under the break is her 🪄Wizarding World Alphabet🪄 and an empty one if anyone else would like to fill one out for themselves or their MC. Please tag me if you do, because I want to see everyone's babies.

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🐈Animagus:  Tortoiseshell cats belong to witches and wizards who are wise beyond their years. They tend to be quiet, but it’s because they are observing and analyzing their surroundings. They are caring and understanding and need plenty of alone time to be able to organize their world. They love adventures, new experiences, expanding their minds, and their people even though they cherish their alone time. They are individualistic, independent, and go after what’s best for themselves and their loved ones. Even if things don’t turn out how they want, they still tend to be very optimistic. 

😱Boggart:  Ranrok

🍎Class:  Her favorite classes are Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures, does the best in Potions, and even though she likes history as a general rule she can’t stand History of Magic class or Professor Binns. Her favorite teacher (after Fig’s passing) is Professor Garlick and she will search her out if she’s had a bad day for a hug or some plant therapy. Her favorite damage spell is Bombarda, but her over all favorite spell is the Patronus charm especially since her patronus reminds her of Sebastian. She will often cast it just to be surrounded by the warm magic and memory of Sebastian (while he’s gone from her life). Even after he returns, she’ll conjure it to seek him out just to prove to herself he’s safe. 

💀Dark Magic:  Not as against it as most others, sees the use for some and thinks knowing all magic to protect oneself is important. But, ultimately, doesn’t have much interest in learning any dark magic and feels more and more uncomfortable with her friends doing it. 

🌀Expecto Patronum/Patronus:  Tortoiseshell cat if she learns the charm before falling in love with Sebastian, but it’ll change to a dragon. If she falls in love with him first, it’ll be a dragon from the start.  

🧹Flying:  Loves flying, but doesn’t enjoy quidditch. As a matter of fact, isn’t really coordinated enough to fly and play a game. Doesn’t have a preferred broom, but will choose to ride her thestral, Equinox, when he comes to live with her, over anything else whenever possible. 

🏏Game team:  Whichever team her friends tell her to root for because she couldn’t care less who wins what. 

🏠House:  Hufflepuff. But she has a very soft spot for Slytherins. 

🔵Imperio:  Not a fan. Her least favorite of the Unforgivables.  She hates the idea of taking someone autonomy away. It feels like assault to her. 

💼Job:  Wants to becomes a professor at Hogwarts and do something with magical creatures. 

💋Kiss:  Her first kiss was five years old with the boy next door. He chased her around their houses and when she finally let him catch her, she kissed him.  Her first real kiss was Sebastian. 

🧠Legilimancy:  Learns to overcome Imperio, but nothing more than that. 

🐉Magical beasts:  Her favorite beasts are nifflers and thestrals and she keeps many in her vivariums. As she gets older and continues studying beasts, she collects so many she ends up having separate habitats for each type of beast that she keeps. She has a three legged albino niffler she rescued from poachers named Jack and a thestral named Equinox she gave to Sebastian for a period of time. 

📝N. E. W. T./OWL:  Takes every single test, even the ones not necessary for her future career and passes them all with at least “Acceptable”. The classes she regularly took she got at least “Exceeds Expectations” in. And she got “Outstanding” in Creatures, Potions, Herbology, and Charms. 

🦉Owl:  A grayish black Elf Owl named Owlthena

🌱Plant:  She lives Niffler’s Fancy because it makes her nifflers go crazy and get quite distracted by the beauty of a fanged geranium. 

🏉Quidditch:  Tried playing, did not like it. Enjoys watching her friends play. Gets incredibly frustrated if she catches Sebastian playing. Can take or leave professional games. 

💭Remember:  Her favorite memory is getting her Hogwarts letter after not believing she ever would. Then the look on Sebastian’s face when he fell off the dueling table. 

🩸Status:blood:  Half-blood, her mother grew up a witch, her father is a muggle. Having not grown up around wizarding families she doesn’t even understand the blood status issue. 

🍬Treats/Honeyduke’s:  Chocolate frogs are her favorite and she will shamelessly eat several at once. She keeps a book of all the cards and has them organized alphabetically by Hogwarts House, then just alphabetically if they didn’t attend Hogwarts.  She also loves trying Bertie Bots Every Flavor Beans, especially with Anne once she becomes well. 

❌Ugly bad habits: She can’t say no, even when she’s exhausted she literally can’t move. 

🙊Veritaserum:  She thinks the potion should be regulated so it can be used as a proper tool in court. She doesn’t have any issues using it or having it used on her. If someone is going to lie, they should be willing to pay whatever price is necessary, and she is willing to pay that price.  It took her a few tries to brew a perfect batch, but ever since she makes sure to keep some on hand. Just in case. 

🪄Wand:  Wood: English Oak- This is a loyal wood and demands a partner of strength, courage, fidelity, powerful intuition, and an affinity for the natural world (the creatures and plants in it).  Some believe Merlin’s wand was made of English Oak, but it isn’t certain. Core: Dragon Heartstring- They produce the most powerful magic and learn and bond the quickest.  They can be somewhat tempramental.  Flexibility: Solid  Length: 10 1/4” Appearance: Soft spiral, black Handle: switches between Imperial (grey and silver), Botanical (silver leaf), and Celestial (light grey)

➕Xtra:  When she smells Amortentia it smells like pine trees, fresh oranges, the lake (fresh water in general), and singed wood (the smell when confringo is cast).  Her own scent is similar to fresh baked apple pie, new books, and fire (not something burning, but fire itself). The scar across her eye is from a dog attack as a small child. She doesn't remember it, but she almost lost her eye.

🤢Yuck:  Once she feels she’s proved her bravery to Sebastian or anyone else she battles with, if they’re out and get attacked by dugbogs she will let the other person handle them. Everything about those beasts makes her gag. 

😜Zonkos:  She can be quite playful, so to get Garreth back for almost getting her in trouble her first week at Hogwarts, she bought trick ink and switched it with his. Instead of it being invisible immediately, it turned invisible a day after use. So only after he’d done his work and took his notes and turned everything in did he realize it was all blank. (She made sure to talk to the professors about it all before hand so his grades wouldn’t suffer. She couldn’t stand the guilt of permanently hurting someone’s record.)  Later that year, she switched his soap for trick soap that left stains that wouldn’t come out for a week. He threatened revenge but she gave him sad eyes and he gave her a big hug instead.  divider by @cafekitsune

🪄Wizarding World Alphabet🪄

🐈Animagus: 

😱Boggart: 

🍎Class: 

💀Dark Magic: 

🌀Expecto Patronum/Patronus: 

🧹Flying: 

🏏Game team: 

🏠House: 

🔵Imperio: 

💼Job: 

💋Kiss: 

🧠Legilimancy: 

📝N. E. W. T./OWL: 

🦉Owl: 

🌱Plant: 

🏉Quidditch: 

💭Remember: 

🩸Status:blood: 

🍬Treats/Honeyduke’s: 

❌Ugly bad habits:

🙊Veritaserum: 

🪄Wand: 

➕Xtra: 

🤢Yuck: 

😜Zonkos: 

[wanderessblue]

The First Kiss

Sebastian Sallow & Ominis Gaunt

Tags: just two pretty boys being best friends.

AN: hello again! Hope you enjoy :)

It was Saturday morning and Anne was sitting in the library with her nose buried deep in her History of Magic book. She was so engrossed in her reading that she didn't even notice when her friends, Imelda and Nerida, quietly snuck up beside her.

"Hey, Anne, are you already doing your homework?" Imelda asked, giggling.

Anne looked up from her book and glared at her two friends. "Do you guys ever get tired of being so noisy in the library?"

Nerida shook her head and smiled. "Nah, it's more fun this way."

Imelda took a seat next to Anne and nudged her. "So, me and Nerida were talking about our first kiss."

Anne raised an eyebrow. "And?"

Imelda smiled mischievously. "And we were wondering what was your first kiss like."

Anne blushed and looked down at her book. "I...haven't kissed anyone yet."

Nerida let out a loud laugh. "No way. Not even on the cheek?"

"Um...If my brother counts, then yes."

"Of course it doesn't count, Anne!" Imelda replied, snorting.

"What about Ominis?" Nerida asked curiously. "I mean, you're always together."

"Well, I gave him a kiss on the cheek once, but it was his birthday. Besides, Ominis is like a brother to me, thinking of him like that... it's weird."

Imelda and Nerida started to reminisce about their own first kisses. Imelda's first kiss was with a guy she met at her cousin's birthday. She described it as nothing special since she had felt nothing when he had pressed his lips on hers. Nerida, instead, had recently started to date a Ravenclaw of her age and gave him her first kiss a month earlier.

As they continued their conversation, Anne couldn't help but feel a little left out. She felt a mix of emotions -- embarrassed, frustrated, and even a little upset.

After a while, she closed her book, greeted her friends and decided to take a break from studying. She needed a moment alone and so she headed towards the Undercroft.

When she arrived, she spotted her twin brother, Sebastian, and her best friend, Ominis, playing chess.

“Seb, even if I am blind I can still see that you are cheating!” Ominis exclaimed, slapping one of his friend's hand.

Sebastian grinned, trying to cover up the fact that he was indeed cheating. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Ominis. I'm just really good at this game."

Anne walked over and sat down next to Ominis, watching the two boys play.

Her twin brother noticed the look on his sister's face and asked, "What's wrong, Annie?"

Anne let out a deep sigh. "It's nothing, Seb. Just some silly conversation I had with Imelda and Nerida about first kisses."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "And what about it?"

Anne explained the conversation she had in the library with her friends but before she could finish, Sebastian looked her in the face and then asked with a mischievous smile, "And when it was your turn, what did you tell them?"

Anne glared at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "That's none of your business," she retorted, trying to brush off his teasing remarks.

"Oh come on, Annie. What did you say?"

"What do you think? I said the truth. I haven't kissed anybody yet."

Ominis shrugged. "We haven't kissed anyone yet either. What's the problem? We are only fourteen."

Anne looked at her friend, surprised and then she added, "Well, actually Sebastian did." Now it was her turn to mock him.

Sebastian's face turned bright red as he tried to shush her, "Anne...you swore!"

Ominis looked surprised and curious, "Oh, you didn't tell me." He said a little disappointed, turning his head towards him.

"Of course he didn't! Because his first kiss was not a girl!" Anne said with a mocking tone.

"ANNE! You promised!" Sebastian said with tears starting to fill his eyes and then he stood up and quickly left the room.

As she saw her brother leaving the Undercroft in that way, she felt guilty. She knew that what she had done was wrong but she did not know that her brother would have reacted so badly. After all, Ominis was his best friend, so why hadn't Sebastian told him yet?

"Why didn't he tell me?" Ominis asked, a hint of hurt in his voice.

"I don't know," Anne replied, shrugging her shoulders. "He was probably embarrassed or something."

Ominis sat in disbelief and he couldn't believe that his best friend had been hiding something this big from him. But he was sure that if the kiss had meant anything to Sebastian, he would have told him. After all, he knew his friend well.

"I've been stupid, I should probably go and apologize to him." She said while standing up and stretching her uniform with her hands.

Ominis stood up with her and stopped her, "Wait, let me be the one to talk to him."

With that words, he left the room and walked around the castle in search of his friend, frantically checking all the places he could think of, but being blind was not something that helped him.

Lunch came, but Sebastian was nowhere to be found. Anne began to feel nervous and anxious, wondering where her brother could have gone. She knew that he was dealing with a lot, and the last thing he needed was to be alone.

Ominis had been searching for Sebastian all day when, at around 5 pm, he found him on a wooden dock near the castle, lost in thought whilst listening to the gentle hum of the lake.

"Seb? Are you here?" Ominis gently called out.

Sebastian slowly turned around, startled by the unexpected company. "Ominis, what are you doing here?" He asked.

It was clear that he had been crying, Omins could sense it in the way his voice sounded.

"I was looking for you. I've been searching all afternoon... You really scared me." Ominis replied as he sat down next to him. After a brief silence, he continued, "Anne is sorry for what happened earlier."

Sebastian let out an ironic laugh. "And why didn't she come and apologise herself?"

"It was my idea. I thought you would prefer to talk to me instead of her." After a pause he continued, "I'm sorry too, Seb. For what happened."

"I should have told you before."

"It's alright... I guess it just happened as a game and that it wasn't really your intention. If it didn't mean anything to you, it's understandable you didn't mention anything to me." Ominis reassured him.

Sebastian's mood shifted and he grew melancholic. After another pause, he continued, "Actually, it did mean something to me. I mean... at that moment, I felt it was the right thing to do. That's why I never told you. I was afraid of your reaction."

"Oh... What do you mean when you say it meant something to you? I mean... it's not very common for two guys to kiss, is it?" Ominis asked with a tone of curiosity.

Sebastian took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "Ominis..." he started, hesitating for a moment. "There's something I need to tell you." His voice faltered, his eyes swimming with tears. "That kiss... it made me realize that I like boys."

The words hung heavy in the air, each syllable taking a lifetime to pass his lips. Sebastian buried his face in his hands, unable to look his friend in the eye. "It's been hard to accept," he continued, his voice choked with emotion. "I've tried to deny it for so long, but I can't anymore."

Sebastian's chest heaved with sobs as he spoke, his fear and shame weighing heavily on him. "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I needed time to come to terms with it, but I couldn't keep it from you forever."

Ominis took Sebastian's hand and kissed it, showing his unconditional support. "Seb, you know me better than that, I don't care who you're into. You're my friend, and that's all that matters to me. I'm sorry for making you think that you couldn't confide in me. You know you can always count on me."

Sebastian looked up at Ominis, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you," he said softly.

The two friends sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the comfort of each other's company. Ominis knew that this wouldn't be the end of the struggle for Sebastian, but he was determined to be there for his friend no matter what.