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lara635kookie · 7 months ago

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My Opinions on Dream Academy:

The Contestants:

Top 10:

1. Sophia:

THE IT GIRL. She's an ultimate ace. She sings, she dances, she can do it all. There's nothing she can't do. Everything you can think, Sophia can do. She cooks and she is so well-spoken, articulated and sophisticated(maybe because her dad is a well-known filipino politician and her mother is an actress), definitely leader vibes. She is so caring and kind with everyone and it's just so talented! Sometimes, I even wonder if she's human! Sophia Elizabeth G. Laforteza, real human beings got to have flaws! Why don't you have any???

2. Lara:

She serves vocals, and dance, and visual, and VOCALS. She just has so much attitude. I don't know how to explain it but she has an aura, a whole vibe around her that just makes you want to watch her more. She just seems so confident(see what I did there) and she just looks like a sassy boss ready to run the world. She deserves all the good things in the world!

3. Daniela:

She can do it all! She can sing well and dance almost flawlessly. Definitely competing with Megan for Main Dancer position. Having said that, I knew she was popular and talented, but she never really got much my attention. I feel neutral about her. My only problem with her is that, no:She does not represent latam. Katseye does not have a member that represents latin america. That would have been the case only if Samara from Brazil or Celeste from Argentina(or both) made it to the final lineup. "Latina" is not just some label you can go and identify yourself as. In the latin community there is a general consent when someone can be considered latino or not and Daniela does not meet all the requirements. You don't need to be born in a latin country but If you don't know how to speak portuguese(brazil's official language), french(haiti's official language) or spanish(all the other latin america's countries official language) in a higher level than what Daniela gives, don't have a close connection to latin america(parents or grandparents) and never been to one latin america country and don't know and understand their culture and at least a few of its deepest aspects from UP CLOSE and their story with collonization, legacy and the current overall situation of the continent and reality of the people who live there, you're not latino. Simple as that(and as far as I'm concerned, it works like that for basically anywhere in the world, with little variations). Daniela's level of Spanish so far seems to be the basics of the basic. Me, a brazilian, native portuguese speaker, that watched many spanish speaking shows like Violetta, Soy Luna, Bia, Soy Franky, Kally's Mashup, Club 57, etc, I seem to have a better spanish than her. Also, Daniela knows Cuban music and dances from her household...What about Venezuela? Has she never been to any of those countries? Not even once? Music and dancing styles are only two aspects of the culture, what about the rest? What does she know about it? And knowing about the USA's education system, specially in regards to geography, I wonder if she can even point out Cuba and Venezuela on a map. And y'all can't blame me for being skeptical about it. Everybody knows USA are made fun of and seen as an international joke because of how dumb their education system is and how low the overall citizen knowledge is(some americans themselves recognize it). I know there are stupid people everywhere in the world, but USA is something else. Just watch "* type continent here * according to Americans" and "What is the dumbest thing an American has ever said to you?", you'll be surprised. I know we can not generalize and not all Americans are like this, but you can't deny there is a reason why USA has that kind of content made about them the most. It is a real problem and I hope they can fix it soon.

Back to the latina topic, take a look at Rachel Zegler, Jenna Ortega and Anya Taylor-Joy for example. Rachel Zegler doesn't represent Colombia and Jenna Ortega doesn't represent Mexico but Anya Taylor-Joy represents Argentina(according to most people). That because unlike Rachel and Jenna, Anya Taylor-Joy speaks fluent spanish and lived in Argentina until she was six years old and still travels there from time to time. Rachel and Jenna have latino parents. That's it. That's all. Unlike Anya, that is not enough to make them fully latina.

"Oh but in the US only being descendent already counts and..." Exactly. In the US. In the latino countries, that are the ones that should be taken into account because they are the latinos, if someone like Daniela says they are latino in a latino country the real latinos will laugh at her. Just because you have the "stereotypical latina look" that doesn't make you latina(which is proven that now that being latina is considered "trendy", a lot of girls try to copy the superficial latina look of what they think latina girls look like reinforcing sterotypes of what they think being latina means and people comment "gosh you are so latina")because in latin america, "latino" is not an ethnicity:Latinos comes in all packages:White, black, brown, due to collonization and the mix of europeans, indigenous people, asians, black people, etc. What Daniela does is the same thing as a brazilian girl whose parents moved from Japan to Brazil and speak japanese fluently but the girl is born in Brazil and thinks she's so japanese just because she has a japanese appearence, speaks basic japanese, watches anime and listens to j-pop. Same thing with Daniela thinking she is latina just because she "looks" latina, her spanish skills so far are ordinary and she knows some latino songs(you can't speak FOR them if you can't speak TO them in a higher level).

The term "Latino(a)" was first used in France to refer to people from Latin America. Other countries that speak languages that came from Latin(Spanish, portuguese, french, Italian, romanian, catalan, etc) aren't called "latinos" because they already had denominations of what their people were called before. So the original concept of the word is "any individual BORN in any country in the american continent that speaks a language that came from latin is latino." But the USA only considers the spanish speaking(aka hispanics) countries latino. So even though Brazilians(lusophones) and Haitians(francophones) speak portuguese and french respectively and are very much in the american continent, the United States Law doesn't consider us latinos, when we clearly are and all of the other latino countries consider us latinos too. So forgive us for not wanting to conform to what americans think we are. Sometimes, the rules and standards the US set for themselves aren't a thing in the whole entire world, can y'all believe that???(y'all use fahrenheit, feet, miles, pounds instead of the much easier celcius, centimeters, meters, kilometers, kilograms, etc that basically the whole entire world uses)(and address football incorrectly as s*ccer, which is where I draw the line). Shocking for the center of the world, USA, the only America that exists because the name isn't United States of (the continent) America(some basic geography and history lessons would really do some americans good). In Brazil, we have memes that joke that being considered latino in the US is the easiest thing in the world:Have at least one of your great grandparents born in a hispanic latin america country(bonus points if it's Cuba, Mexico or even their own territory Puerto Rico because they are pretty much the only ones the average american knows because they are the ones closer to the US), speak three words of basic spanish and call it a day. Congrats, you're latino now. Some americans really think they know better what being a latino is than latino people themselves. You don't. Thank u, next.

And before anyone says I'm a disguised hater, I love all the woman mentioned, just some of them don't represent latin america as much as they try to force it upon people, and actual latinos(not just from Brazil and Argentina but also from Colombia, Costa Rica, Panama, Bolivia, Chile, Ecuador, Mexico, El Salvador, Guatemala, Honduras, Peru, Uruguay, Nicaragua, Haiti, etc) have the right to not feel represented by them. The latino's point that Katseye does not have latin america representation is valid because it is considered true by latino people and what latinos consider latino and not what USA citizens consider latino. Because I can assure you they are different. Daniela is considered latina only in the US. She wouldn't be considered latina anywhere else. For us, she's only American.

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To sum it up:You don't know the language to a higher level, you've never been on the country and you don't know more than the basics of their culture, you can't claim it, it doesn't matter how many relatives you have from there, which is the only thing Daniela showed to have so far. I mean, you CAN claim it, but don't expect the people from the country to feel "represented" by you.

That being said, there is nothing wrong with being "just" American or only having one nacionality. I recognize Daniela's talent and I think after the group ends she will be able to establish herself in the industry as the next big soloist. I can see her pulling off something similar to what Selena Gomez or Camila Cabello do in terms of music.

4. Yoonchae:

Of course, they needed a korean but Yoonchae and Sophia are two that I think could be more successful in a kpop group(I would love Sophia to join Gehlee Dangca and Elisia as the filipinas of kpop). I do think the group needed east asians, I'm just surprised any korean girl would apply to this reality show instead of just applying to be a hybe or any other agency trainee and be probably more successful in a kpop group. Like Nayoung for example. According to the judges she wanted to be eliminated to be a soloist, which is probably true, now that she is participating in Girls on Fire. If she got in, she will probably be a soloist in Korea after it ends. Theories say that Hybe always wanted Yoonchae because she is younger and fits more the korean beauty standards than Nayoung, but Nayoung was more popular among the public, so they invented this whole soloist thing to kick Nayoung out. Others said that they always wanted Nayoung on the group to debut Yoonchae on either a kpop group with Hinari, Ua, Karlee, Mei and Marquise or another kpop gg who would have like New Jeans vibes, but Nayoung wanting to be a soloist frustrated their plans and they had to go for Yoonchae. I never believed any of those, because they just don't make sense to me. I did have Nayoung as a favorite and barely noticed Yoonchae before mission 3, but I like her. She's nice and her entrance was predictable. Her place was basically guaranteed but she deserved anyway.

5. Megan:

My fave since the show started. She was my pick since the very beginning. She's an icon, she's a legend and she's the moment. Her dance will slay on the group(and I imagine her raps too since I think Manon and her will be the rappers, it's a position that fits them the most comparing to the other members, maybe Daniela will rap too). She has everything and I love her with all my heart.

6. Manon:

She is a visual and a decent dancer. I think her husky voice is very unique, just kinda unstable and a little bit shaky most of the time. But she has the time to train it and she has improved a lot in comparison to the start of the show, same thing with her lack of facial expressions in performances, which is understandable because she was a model and has a very mature look, which is probably why she always had more of a serious face and overall vibe. Speaking of her model career, I hope it's still a thing after her debut. She passes me some Naomi Campbell, Winnie Harlow and Anok Yai vibes and I think it would be a very profitable industry for her to keep being successfull in the US after the group ends. Usually reality show groups have a temporary contract of 2-5 years, which is a good amount of time to Manon to guarantee her future after the group is over. I can't picture her as a soloist(at least for now), but I think she would slay as model(both photos and runway) and I can definitely see her potential as an actress with proper training as well.

My biggest fear towards Manon on the group was the same as Yoonchae:Her being kinda isolated/left aside by the other girls. Yoonchae because of the language barrier and Manon because she seems to be more of an introvert and reserved kind of person. Compared to Manon, Samara seemed closer to Yoonchae, Megan and specially Sophia and Lara during the show. The only girls I can think of that Manon was very close with are Nayoung and Iliya(who revealed on Tik Tok she was the only one that voted she wanted Manon on the group with her). And because of Manon's personality seemingly being a little bit more closed, which is understandable since Manon was the second oldest girl in the show(Nayoung being the oldest and Iliya the third oldest). However, the most toxic part of her fandom kept inventing she was hated by some of the other girls because of this, trying to build a victim narrative to favor Manon. As someone who is part of both Manon's fandom and Samara's fandom, I can say both are the ones with the most toxic fans(at least the louder ones), but I think Manon fans are still a little bit worse than Samara's because Manon fans are usually solo stans. Most of them like Manon and Manon only.

(This is actually a lighter one, I say way worse ones, that are so heavy I don't even know if can mention)

Meanwhile, Samara's fans usually also liked Sophia, Lara, Emily, Lexie, Ezrela, Nayoung, Iliya, Mei, Karlee, Celeste, Megan and Yoonchae(mainly, but I saw a few supporting the other girls as well). If you go to Instagram, my point will be proven. All the girls who commented on Samara's post saying goodbye to Dream Academy were treated nicely by her fans. Meanwhile Adéla, who said she congratulated all the Katseye members in private and not everything needs to be on the internet to be true and to have happened, when she went to congratulate Manon on her Katseye post on Manon's instagram, most comment replies were hateful(and Samara fans are the most toxic ones? Alright, I'll pretend I believe you). Some Manon fans need to decide themselves. You call her out for not congratulating Manon online, and when she changes her mind about it and does it people don't like either? What do you want from the girl man? Adéla hates Manon because she didn't post a photo with her? She didn't post a photo with Yoonchae either! And that could have a number of reasons:maybe they aren't that close, maybe Manon and Yoonchae didn't want to for some reason and that's fine! There were even people saying they would, quote unquote, "k*ll Mei's short ass" because she didn't congratulate Manon right away and only said "congratulations" in japanese with a fire and heart emoji. They don't need to congratulate her right the second she posts! And if they just want to like the post and not comment anything, that's fine too. It doesn't mean they hate her!

("I don't mean any harm to Celeste" gurl who said Celeste hates Manon when they are clearly friends and told Celeste to stay mad)(Toxic Manon stans keep Samara's name out of their mouths challenge lmao)(Some of them have this victimising paranoia that all of the other girls hated Manon that just doesn't make sense! They have no evidence to back it up! Manon is beautiful and talented, she doesn't need victimhood!)(This inexcusable mentality is not healthy and I'm sure Manon and any other girl wouldn't like her fans attacking their fellow contestants and friends using her name)(Y'all don't see Samara or any of the other girls fans for that matter doing this as much as they do)(If everyone thought like that, we would be doomed)(For example, Daniela and Lara started to follow Samara on Instagram a while after the show was over, just because something isn't done imediately it doesn't mean it's fake, it doesn't mean they hate Samara, some ppl should stop making assumptions based on no proof)(They act like Manon is the most hated girl from the show, which is just not true)(And it's ironic since a good part of the other girls haters were Manon fans) ("Why did you comment on * insert random contestant name * and is commenting on Manon just now?" Maybe because the other contestant post was reccomended first? Y'all don't know how Instagram works? There are a countless of possible reasons, this doesn't prove they hate Manon)

My other problem is that some Manon fans, specially the ones on twitter(I refuse to call it X) couldn't just celebrate Manon's debut without mentioning about how Samara was "a loser who would never be successful because she got rejected by Now United and Dream Academy". Have y'all never heard about black solidarity? The fact that people constantly confused both girls for the other(even in official midias) shouldn't separate the fans more. It should unite both fanbases to fight back together to stop this kind of thing from happening. You don't need to put Samara down to praise Manon and vice-versa. But something I hate about both fandoms are the rivalizing of both girls. The two fandoms that should be united the most against racism(because I've seen racist comments attacking both girls, Samara just a little bit more because she is a black latina and Manon is a black european) are the ones fighting the most! It wasn't supposed to be like that! I mean, look at these photos:

If they hated each other so much they wouldn't even be able to stand the other being close too them. Samara wouldn't look happy for her along with the other girls. In the video below Manon is jokingly doing the choreography of Break Free for Samara and Sami is laughing:

https://youtube.com/shorts/mUi5_Yu4mUg?si=GDHzqKWPgQuX4bVo

And people swear on their graves they hate each other solely based on the fact they don't follow each other on Instagram lmao. People just because you don't follow every single person you know that doesn't mean you hate them, sometimes you're just not that close/intimate to them or their content enough to follow them and that is totally fine. You don't need to follow anyone if you don't want to.

Another accusation is that Samara hates her because of the video Manon walks in Marquise and Samara's direction and Marquise passes through her to go hug Sophia and Samara passes through her to go hug Yoonchae. First of all:It's most likely she was going for Marquise, which Manon seemed to be a little bit "closer" with in comparison to Samara. Second:Manon didn't seem to be that close to any of the eliminated contestants. Third:She hugged Emily and Ezrela duo and then Samara and Marquise duo before going to hug the other Katseye members. Fourth:Even if she was close to Samara and Marquise, Sophia and Marquise were one of the closest friend duos of the show and Samara seemed quite close with all the asian members, but specially Nayoung, Ua and Mei. So Samara is undoubtedly closer to Yoonchae than she is to Manon. Fifth:If they didn't want to hug Manon again, they are in their right. They don't need to hug Manon or any other contestant if they don't want to. Maybe they aren't that close to a certain girl or maybe they feel uncomfortable with hugs/have a sensibility to physical contact and y'all should respect their choices whatever its based on.

Sixth:People got an specific take of the live finale out of context to make Samara look like "the villain" once again(are we even surprised at this point?). Samara goes for Yoonchae first but SAMARA AND MANON HUG RIGHT AFTER THE YOONCHAE AND SAMARA HUG. Then Samara is hugged by Lara, Sophia and next by Daniela. Then the host dismisses the eliminated girls. Megan is the only one who didn't got to hug not just Samara but also Ezrela and Marquise as well because she spent a lot of time conforting Emily.

After Marquise and Sophia's very long hug, Sophia and Samara hug while Marquise and Manon hug. Then Marquise and Daniela hug and the host asks the eliminated contestants to leave.

Emily is hugged first by Lara, then Megan while Manon is conforting her(couldn't see if they hugged but probably did) and hugged last by Yoonchae. I was surprised because Megan didn't left Emily's side, even when they weren't hugging. I didn't knew they were that close but they are two very good dancers so it makes sense. I found that very cute.

Ezrela is hugged first by Daniela and then by Lara. She talks a little with Yoonchae and Sophia while holding hands before the time the host gave them to say goodbye was over.

I think the girls clearly needed more time to say goodbye. Maybe they could have done it after the show to release later. I didn't got to see the ENFP girls Emily and Sophia hug(and as a fellow ENFP I didn't like it), my antifragile girls Samara and Megan hug, my dancing duo Emily and Daniela hug, etc. And I wanted to hear what they talked to each other too! Anyway, you can't have anything you want in life, am I right? That's all on Manon, let's move on.

7. Samara:

The girl had it ALL:The visuals, the dance, the public and SPECIALLY THE VOCALS(she always passed me some Beyoncé, Rihanna and Tyla vibes)(remember that it's my personal opinion, I'm not comparing). Even Sophia said Sami had one of the best voices she's ever heard:

(And the fact that this interview happened AFTER the controversy, speaks volumes, we all need a true friend like Sophia in our lives)(I think Sami and Soph's friendship are one of the cutest of the show, when Samara couldn't dance Break Free because of her knee injury Sophia's parents commented on one post about it wishing her to get well soon and calling her "Sam", it was so wholesome)(I like that popular saying that goes:"If there are 10 people at a table, a na*ist arrives, sits and no person gets up and leaves, there are 11 na*ists at the table." You can't tolerate the untolerable. It applies to any kind of prejudice in today's society. People are known for the company they keep. If Samara really was such a terrible person, then all of the other girls would be too for still being friends with her, therefore indirectly supporting her actions)

I feel like Hybe was sorta kinda testing if they would push her to debut. They knew she was going to be popular because she is brazilian, arguably the most engaged public of all time(there isn't compilations of brazilian crowds in shows for nothing)(also Brazil is on the top 10 countries that consume k-pop music and the overall market of the genre the most along with South Korea, Philippines, Thailand, Japan, China, Indonesia, USA, Malaysia and I don't remember the last one but it is either Mexico, India or Canada at least it was like that last time I checked) but she also had the talent and the experience, since she trained with Now United. I particularly think they thought on pushing her to debut after she carried antifragile team b on her back(will come back to that later) since a short while later they allowed her to dance Back For More with Kai and shortly after some desperate toxic stans thought it was unfair to the other girls and tried to bring her down using her Tik Tok likes. (People have to understand reality shows are unfair, yes, some more than others but there will always be unfairness to it, even if little, and on one like this, it wouldn't be different. People vote for nationality. Samara, Celeste and Sophia had the skills, but take Universe Ticket as an example:Vanesya wasn't ready to debut but still ranked high before being eliminated by the judges because of the indonesian public votes. So of course the girls from smaller nations, nations that don't consume hybe content that much and girls that have too "common" and "uninteresting" nacionalities/ethnicities/backgrounds according to the public will come behind. To keep people invested, they need a story.)

Anyway, the videos Samara liked were taken out of context by people who don't even speak portuguese. Because not just brazilians but native and portuguese speakers overall(People from Portugal, Angola, Mozambique, etc) know there is nothing wrong about the videos. I watched the videos and there is nothing special about them at all, really.

Also, just because she liked something, that doesn't mean she agrees with EVERYTHING that is being said. Not everything in life it's so black and white, people. Sometimes she only partially agrees, agreeing only with specific parts. And Brazil is known for having a very dark and acid sense of humor. With anyone and anything. Including Brazil and brazilians themselves. "Oh so I'm allowed to mock/tease/make fun of Brazil and brazilians then?" Yeah, you can if you want to but Brazil will fight back HARDER. Like this:

(The brazilian humor can be heavy sometimes. We are the type of society that overall believes looking at our problems positively with jokes or in other ways of comedy make them less painful to bear. The famous "laugh not to cry". As the people were saying from the indian videos:"You shouldn't disrespect this country's culture if you don't know it, don't understand a thing about it and never been there" but I guess it only applies to certain specific cultures out there and not actually all cultures like some tend to preach)(Of course there are always exceptions to the rule, but overall brazilians are considered the cleanest people in the world. The average adult brazilian takes 2/3 showers a day and approximately 14 showers per week, habit inherited by our indigenous people. This kind of joke is nothing personal to India. We joke about it with other places too, especially european people, mostly french people, that they invent the best perfumes so they don't need to take showers. Just because we joke about it, it doesn't mean we actually believe it's true)

Besides, the indian video that shows a guy seeing indian food could be doing a social commentary on hygienic and sanitary questions of street food(which I interpretated that way because Brazil and India share a little bit of similarities in that sense) and how some foreigners feel about different foods, judging them by their appearence. It's not enough to assume she hates India or thinks of India as a gross country. I follow a brazilian woman on Instagram who is married to an Indian guy. She says that those street foods are like 1% of India, and some indians themselves like to joke about it(I myself I've seen a few people not only from India but also from Bangladesh do much "worse" jokes)(don't worry, in Brazil there is also many gross looking food and we also make fun of them, like Cuscus Paulista). So just because Samara liked this video about it, it doesn't mean she doesn't acknowledge the good parts of Indian food.

Samara:* Likes a video about a guy not liking SOME, not all, indian street food, who could be very well doing a social critic, another with a guy who looks like he's indian, at the very least south asian, "mocking" indians(that people don't even know the context, mayne he was exaggerating to entertain the people around) and something that isn't a indian recipe and everyone can tell, and that's the fun about it *

"OH MY GOD she despises all of indian culture, you anti-indian, xenophobic and racist!"

Samara:* Likes explanatory content with historical information about the context of the Israel and Palestine conflict that is not taking any sides *

"Wanting to be informed about geopolitics and a relevant topic about what's going on in today's world is being a pro-war, islamophobic sionist/zionist! You should be the one getting bombed and dying, not palestinian children!" (Samara follows Kehlani on Instagram, who is clearly an active pro-palestine celebrity, if some of y'all have bothered looking further instead of just believing doubtful sources you would know)(Karlee posted many stories in favor of Palestine yet she commented and liked Samara stuff after she left the show and is still following Samara. If Samara really was pro-Israel, Karlee probably wouldn't do that)(The US wants to ban Tik Tok from the country once again because according to them the app is making young people anti-Israel, so if some of y'all will invent lies at least be cohesive and coherent about it)

Samara:* Likes harmless stuff on Tik Tok about the bible and an Instagram post listing based on real numbers and facts, countries that are dangerous from christians to visit(yes, there are places out there where christianism is prohibited and/or christians are a minority/oppressed like Somalia, Yemen, Pakistan, Russia, Sudan, Iran, Saudi Arabia, China, Afghanistan, Nigeria and so on)(that's historical, every single religious group had/has some persecution)(but I guess some of you guys never heard of B*ko Haram, Al-Q*eda, Al-Sh*baab, Talib*n, Ham*s etc)(being aware that islamic and other religions extremist groups exist doesn't mean she believes every muslim or non-christian is a terrorist)(what's harmful is those groups ideologies that they are superior and christians and people with other beliefs are inferior, not the religion itself)(disagreeing with those groups, that is something most muslims and non-christians themselves do, doesn't show islamophobia or intolerance, it shows common sense)(the post never disrespects any of those countries, it only says that if you are a christian you should think twice about going there and be extra careful if you do)(all the facts of the post were right, since when stating facts is religious intolerance? As a roman catholic who likes history, I don't call school "christianphobic" "anti-christianism" when they teach about everything it has done in the past)(every religion is valid, being fanatic about it isn't, and that was what the post was doing:Warning and pointing out countries you have high risk you might encounter those groups who will harm christians and anyone they want to if they feel like it)(the problems are with people from those groups specifically and not the whole entire country but the groups are still in those countries which might affect a possible trip so she's right in worrying about that and thinking about it ahead) because she is just a regular christian from a regular church like the majority of the brazilian population (most of the brazilian population is roman catholic but there are also an expressive number of protestants and Samara is from a protestant church and while similar, the persecution that catholics suffer and the one protestants go through have their differences) *

"Look at her, she is a conservative, extremist, conspirationist, intolerant, anti-chinese, anti-russian, religious fanatic Bolsonaro supporter! Shame on you, monkey bitch! Come back to the favela where you belong!"

(Yeah most people were being hypocrites just projecting their own prejudices on her and using it as an excuse to perpetuate them without not even looking for further information to confirm if the allegations were real. According to some of these people twisted logic, it's only wrong when Samara "does" it, but they can go do the "same", or "worst", to her)(And she didn't even do anything, which just makes these people look even more stupid than they were before, if that's even possible)

People, make it make sense! Some things are just thrown in the accusations out of nowhere. Stop hating on a black latina girl for no reason(and somehow the racist xenophobic is her)(and before anyone says I'm "pulling the race card", if the accusations were proven to be true, then people would be right for calling her out on her mistakes regardless of her skin color, but as her fans and members of her family already explained the situation I don't see any other reason to hate on her besides prejudice. Her mom is right:She did nothing wrong. She does not have an issue. She is not problematic. Accept and get over it.)(It's okay if you don't like someone but at least be respectful about it, just ignore their content and leave them alone, it's more simple than it looks like). Just because Samara was complimented directly and individually about her dance, charisma and stage presence by Kim Chaewon of Le Sserafim herself, danced with Huening Kai of TXT(by the time the only girl that met another member of hybe that wasn't le sserafim) and was the third most voted as "girl you want the most in the group with you" with 9 votes by the other contestants(lost to Sophia with 14 votes and Daniela with 12 votes), it doesn't mean her popularity was a threat to your fave. I mean, it kinda did, but spreading rumors and fake news based on invented lies about her is a real low blow, people should have focused more on their faves instead. People didn't even searched for the traduction of the videos and made assumptions based on nothing. So It's sad Samara didn't get to debut because people couldn't understand portuguese and imagined things.

Hybe clearly did with her the same thing they did to Garam:Tried to poorly clean her image as much as they could until they could kick her out. Because even if the girls are not wrong, they can't have a member who had any kind of polemics before, even after their reputation is cleaned. That's shown in Hybe releases after that:They posted a video that Samara and Lara were hugging and Lara seemingly whispered "I love you" to her:

https://youtube.com/shorts/b9xl67OR_OA?si=qPzW21RZSpFZnloY

And they partnered Samara with Ezrela in mission 3(they carried team wannabe together) which seemed to make them become closer because before that they didn't have much interactions and after it they even spent thanksgiving together after the show was over:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C0Chj-tOydx/?igsh=MXFtZzYwdGpvNDVvdQ==

Samara also said that about Ezrela in the same interview Sophia said the phrase above about Samara:

(And they were also seemed very close at the live chat before the finale but people swear Samara has something agaisnt indians and Ezrela dislikes her, unbeliavable)

https://youtu.be/YSDZfOD4JnY?si=l81La_tg40keuNPD

So any of the girls showed any dislike for one another. Maybe some girls weren't that intimate, because there were 20 girls people, of course you're going to be closer to some of them more than the others, but all of them never showed anything but respect and admiration for one another.

Samara had good votes. (Even if the whole world against us we still gave Sami good numbers, that's how powerful we are hahaha)

As you saw, she surpassed both Megan and Ezrela in number of votes, and Manon won her in early voting, but Samara had more live voting. She didn't got in because of the judges that gave Manon a higher score as you can see:

I fully believe they had the lineup ready before the finale. Most reality shows usually do. I watch them already having that in my mindset. Or do you think it was a coincidence to have three girls from each team(Girls Don't Like Girls and Dirty Water) debut and Samara and Manon being on the same one? Hybe wanted to fool the brazilian audience until the very last second, because they know the engagement we have and how dedicated we are as a public(the meme "Brazil Mentioned" is real ppl)(Brazil has the best memes lolol)(Look at Vincent Martella:He was with 385 thousand followers on Instagram, a photo of him with a shirt with "I'm famous in Brasil" viralized an brazilians made him have currently 5,6 million followers, surpassing Tyler James Williams, who is not very fondly of Brazil and Brazil is not very fond of him either because Everybody Hates Chris is a classic in Brazil. In Brazil, everyone watched it. And the minority that didn't, they at least know about it's cultural impact on Brazil. So Tyler is considered ungrateful in Brazil for not liking that we love the series so much according to brazilians. And Vincent actually showed love for Brazil and what happened, happened. That's the power of Brazil).They wanted to fool their whole audience actually, going all like "Which black one we'll pick, 'cause y'all know she's here just so people don't accuse us as racists, because even if they were untalented we would get one of them because of their skin color, but two is already too much". Sadly that is how the world works people. We gotta get used to deal with it for now and fight so it can change in the future. Although it didn't work that much, since most latinos were accusing Hybe of xenophobia against them ever since Celeste's elimination, what only grew even stronger after Samara's elimination(proving once again my point about latinos non-acceptance of Daniela as a latina. For most latinos, Daniela represents the US and the US only).

(People try to force Gisele Bündchen, the one and only ubermodel, one category above super model, which as a category created for her, the woman who was the highest paid model for 15 years, as a german or a french woman; people try to force that Pelé isn't the football eternal king and pioneer that changed the sport forever and made it what it is today when he is the only player that has three world cups having the same amount or more world cups than some countries out there; people try to force Adriana Lima as old and ugly just because she is aging just like everyone else because she is a human being and still look gorgeus, just older; and I could go on all day. People really hate it when brazilians are the best/good on something. Sorry but we are the fifth biggest country in the world, we have a big population, great athletes and artists, and that is not changing)(Every country has something good and bad about themselves and we shouldn't debunk or belittle them but aknowledge their good and bad points in a respectful and honest way)

I mean, as someone who watched a lot of reality shows, I know there is always the insanely talent and popular girl that doesn't debut because "superior forces" don't want her there. Kaeun and Chowon from Produce 48, Chanelle from R U Next, Kawaguchi Yurina from Girls Planet, Bae Haram from Universe Ticket and now Samara from Dream Academy makes it to the list.

Brazil was the one that made the prettiest edits on Weverse and the posts about Samara were overall the ones with the most likes on Instagram during the show(Sophia's posts were the most liked overall on youtube). Dream Academy lost followers on Insta when they eliminated Celeste and lost even more when they eliminated Samara, that is the real latina power right there. We perpetuated the SoLaSa term invented by the filipinos, which makes an allusion to the word "star" (Sophia, Lara and Samara had THE CHEMESTRY, it's sad they didn't got to debut together) which was a voting strategy to help Samara because most brazilian fans voted for all the girls in team wannabe, which made Ezrela and Emily surpass Samara in mission 3 rankings, Ezrela staying in 4, Emily staying in 7 and Samara in 8. Ezrela and Emily were already quite popular so with the help of brazilians they surpassed Samara and as Ua's performance in Wannabe was not her best one, she got eliminated. So basically the strategy was:Sophia and Lara are going to end on top 2 anyway, so let's vote for them and Samara to try to get Samara in third. Voting for these three would stop lower ranking girls to surpass Samara. Some Manon fans tried to force SoLaMa (which is funny because it looks like the portuguese phrase "só lama" which means "just mud" and like, we know they meant Manon but it was poorly elaborated and executed because "Ma" can also stand for Marquise).

Of course, I don't hate Manon. I am happy for her and all the girls because they all deserve it. However, in terms of talent Samara was one of the most talented ones, definitely an all-rounder. She gave a better performance than Manon in all performances(specially Dirty Water). Manon is great, Samara is just better. And all of the girls are talented, some girls are just more talented than others, like Sophia and Lara, which is normal. As someone who is in both fandoms, I can say Samara is a better dancer and BY FAR a better vocalist than Manon. So I believe she would have been chosen instead of Manon if it weren't for the controversy because she is a better performer than Manon and did better on the performances that were being judged. Of course I wanted her to debut and I would switch Manon for Samara if I could. Or also keep Manon and switch Daniela for Samara because we would actually have proper unarguable latin america representation and the US would still have Lara and Megan to represent them(but of course they needed a contestant who was just american and half of the group representing the US, half of them representing Asia and one of them representing Europe, how global is that again? Lolol I'm just kidding, take it as a joke people). Anyway, I believe everything happens for a reason. If the girls who are there debuted, that it's because that how it's supposed to be. I am not bitter/salty about it because the other girlies are doing good and the lineup is solid, so I will keep following the other girls on their separate paths because hating on the group or on any girl won't change anything and I hope all the girls are successful on their journeys.

8. Ezrela:

Seeing her and the other contestants smile through the pain was so hurtful. I wish them all the best and a bright future! Hybe needed people of color politically. For the black girl, I do think they were leaning towards Samara at first, but then switched to Manon after the controversy. Before the live finale, Samara always ranked higher than Manon, so it was a no-brainer to figure it out. However, Lara was the indian girl from the start. And I think Ezrela was aware of that. Lara also always ranked higher than her and Ezrela was smiling so much at the finale after being eliminated. Like, I know she is the kind of person with a positive attitude, but Samara and Emily cried and while Marquise didn't cry, she seemed less happy than Ezrela. I admire Ezrela a lot. She is just a fortress, she was just so strong. She was conforting Emily with a smile on her face, Ezrela you're going places! Marquise also conforted Samara when Sami was giving her speech, but in a more discreet way than Ezrela but kudos for both of them for their strength. I would switch Daniela for Ezrela if I could. They are both aces, I just like Ezrela a little bit more. And Ezrela offers Australia/Oceania representation so if they switched Manon for Samara and Daniela for Ezrela, the group would be more global. But again, the lineup we have is not bad. Ezrela said she was the artist that she wanted to be. She seemed fulfilled for everything she learned and proud of Lara and the other girls. She is so mature, I love her and I know she'll make it big.

9. Emily:

Our Main Dancer! One of the girls with the best visuals! I feel like the show tried everything to make her stand out. Putting her with popular contestants on mission 2(Sophia, Lara and Yoonchae) so she could automatocally pass forward with her group without needing to rely on votes like Samara, Megan and other girls did, on mission 3 putting her with a not so popular member(Ua) and a member with a unfairly stained reputation(Samara) so Emily could be benefited once again. Of course, nothing of this is her fault, but she is an american girl that fits basically all of the US beauty stands after all. Because of that, they tried to push her until the last minute but her popularity didn't play in their favor. Don't get me wrong, I love Emily, but I'm not the only one saying this. A lot of people also concluded the same as me. The only thing Emily was kind of lacking was vocals. Her vocals aren't bad, they just could be better. I can see her being very successful as a choreographer, a dancer or even a member for another group. The sky is the limit for her!

10. Marquise:

I didn't know Marquise that much tbh. She didn't stand out to me. What I knew is that she was close with Sophia, Samara, etc. For me, she has always been "the thai girl with red hair". I do find her pretty but back then her skills were outshined by the other girls for me. I do think she was helped in mission 3 when the judges chose to keep her instead of Celeste, who ranked higher. Celeste ended up in 6 and her in 10. Nayoung ranked 3 but allegedly wanted to be a soloist so they had to keep Yoonchae, who ranked 12 because they needed a korean, Ua was 13/last place so she would be eliminated anyway. So the judges eliminated Celeste because according to them Marquise's performance was better, which I do not agree. Yes, I wanted Celeste to participate on the live chat with the girls and see her at the finale doing All The Same(she would look good in both Dirty Water and Girls Don't Like Girls) but at the same time, it was clear that both Celeste and Marquise weren't a want in this group. Both were being used to attract public from Argentina and Thailand, so at the end of the day, whoever they decided to keep for the finale, it wouldn't make a difference.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Stranger In The Crowd

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Having recently ended the process of moving, Y/N is rightfully very tired but also very excited for the new chapter of her life. Funnily enough, this new chapter includes a newly formed long distance friendship/crush with a very special person from San Diego.

Requested by @boiled-onionrings Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request and I’m really sorry you’ve had to wait so long for it to be posted but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

I let out a heavy sigh, relieved to finally be at home after such a long day of standing around in the Georgia heat with only a thin layer of fabric to protect my eyes and head from the scorching sun. Yeah, anyone who says that tent did well at protecting everyone under it today is nothing but a liar. I was in a short, strapless white summer dress, the fabric of which barely had any weight and consistency to provide heat of its own yet I still damn near melted. Ok, I’ll admit, some of the roasting heat probably came from the energy and force I put into singing the songs of my band’s new album ‘Starting At The End’.

The mini concert we held in this large open field was meant as an introduction to the city of Savannah where all the band members - myself included - are actually from but we all moved to the West Coast to pursue our music career. And now that we’ve grown, and the majority of us are married, one of us is a father now as well, we’ve decided to return to our hometown. The decision was so spontaneous and was executed so quickly due to no one objecting to it that it still hasn’t me that I’m no longer in LA. The heat isn’t helping my ‘processing’ process but I’ll get to it eventually. Do I miss LA though? Not sure I do - I think I more miss the people I was closer to while I was there.

Suddenly, as if perfectly timed, my phone dings, notifying me that I’ve received a message. I don’t have to look to know it’s from - there’s only one person I actively text and his name is....

C ~ Your virtual buddy Corpse here, making sure you didn’t die of a heatstroke today. If you did indeed survive, just reply to this message, if not....don’t do anything, I guess.

I can’t help but giggle at the sight of the message. I promised Corpse I’d text him after the concert to let him know I was ok, but the even dragged out for longer than anticipated so I’m guessing he got worried.

How cute.

Me ~ Alive and well, but I do feel like a popped tire of an overloaded truck. Hope that’s a visually appealing description

Corpse and I met on the charity livestream Jacksepticeye organized and invited our band to so we could play Among Us with some of the best gamers and streamers on the internet. It was a huge honor and a ton of fun, definitely an event I’d like to repeat in the near future because I had such a good time and I know all my bandmates did too. We all got acquainted and even became official friends with the gamers that were practically our hosts, Corpse becoming the closest friends I’d earn. That livestream happened months ago and we still text just as consistently.

C ~ Oh I know EXACTLY what you mean. Anyway, as to not exhaust you further to force you into typing, how about you send me pictures to sum up your thoughts and emotions and plans for the evening

This is OUR THING trademark, mine and Corpse’s and no one can take it away from us. It’s a significant element of our friendship that enables us both to understand one another when one of us feels the way I described in my message - a popped tire or a deflated balloon. I’m usually the exhausted one - blame the many shows we do and the many meet-and-greets we organize for our lovely fans. It’s the type of exhaustion none of the band members mind at all, but we definitely need some time to recover from it.

As I go to sit down on my couch, the flower crown I’ve been wearing slips off the top of my head, falling on the floor, creating a soft noise that attracts the attention of one of my many cats - Sasha. She’s the youngest and most curious kitty in the family, always protected by the other four - Luna, Cassie, Silver and Lynn. Those four are far lazier and a lot more disinterested in comparison to Sasha who immediately runs over to see what’s fallen.

I smile to myself, taking the flower crown and undoing it to lessen it by a few stems to make it smaller, all the while being watched by the curious Sasha whose interest is rewarded in the end when I put the now adorably tiny flower crown on her head.

While she still hasn’t shaken the thing off I manage to snap a pic which I send to Corpse who opens it mere seconds after it was delivered.

C ~ Sasha’s pulling off your aesthetic better than you. Sorry, someone had to let you know

I burst out laughing for two reasons - 1.The message itself, damn it! It’s hilarious; 2. Corpse has learnt the name of each one of my cats and never mixes them up - not even Luna and Lynn who look almost identical. That amount of attention to detail is astonishing and very meaningful to me, it genuinely warms my heart and that may or may not be dramatic but it’s definitely not exaggerated.

Me ~ You think I haven’t caught on yet?

C ~ Well, if it makes you feel any better you pull off my aesthetic better than I do

He’s referring to the e-girl look I did for one show the band had in downtown LA one night. I was drunk and looking forward to trying new things so I improvised the hell out of my outfit but I apparently looked presentable enough to leave a good impression on Corpse despite the pic I sent him being a bit blurry and being a mirror selfie in the bathroom of the very bar we were performing in. It goes without saying that the mirror was dirty too - had a bunch of writing on it which Corpse said only added to the aesthetic. Looking back on it now I kinda agree, and luckily so did the fans in the comments of that same photo when I posted it on Instagram.

Me ~ Means a lot actually. Nowhere near enough to aid the burn of having a cat pull off cottagecore better than I do, but still helps XD

As if sensing that we’re talking about her, Sasha hops on the couch, poking her head over my phone to look down at the screen.

Now this is gonna be golden.

I take a selfie with my phone in my lap, the camera capturing both me and Sasha at a rather unflattering angle which has me losing my mind laughing when I send the picture to Corpse who immediately sends back a string of cry-laughing emojis.

C ~ I can’t tell which one of you is cuter

Me ~ If that was a compliment, I gotta say I appreciate it greatly

C ~ Just telling the truth ;)

It’s times like these that the butterflies in my stomach remind me just why I’ve started catching feelings for this man despite all the distance between us and despite barely knowing him - he knows me more than I know him but I don’t mind it, oddly enough.

I’m fond of our connection and though I sometimes dream of something more, I’m also content with what we already have considering that ‘something more’ seems rather unattainable as of now.

My phone dings again, clearing the fog of thoughts and presenting me with a new message from Corpse.

C ~ Oh, by the way, look what I got....

That message is followed up by a picture of a ticket. A plane ticket to Georgia!

While I’m still busy stomaching this and dealing with my quickly rising excitement, he sends another message.

C ~ I hope to catch a The Silver Rays concert while I’m there. Heard they had an adorable frontwoman ;)

My breath catches in my throat as a wide grin spreads across my face. The thought of having Corpse so close to me sends those aforementioned butterflies in my stomach into a raving mood and they practically explode my insides with excitement and joy like I’ve never felt it before. I can’t wrap my brain around the fact that we’re about to go from having an entire country between us, to being just some ways away - him in the audience and me on stage without a single clue of who to look for. That’s part of the excitement though, I guess, part of the guessing game that’s gonna make our meeting all the more interesting.

He’ll be a stranger in the crowd and I’ll be a performer on a stage - seemingly two people who have no relation whatsoever. But damn does it go beyond that: No one has to know how hard I’m falling for that stranger in the crowd.

Me ~ I’ve heard so too, can’t confirm it though

If this is gonna be a guessing game, I’ll flip the tables a bit - I won’t take any guesses. I’ll let the answer come to me. I’ll give the first move over to the stranger in the crowd, let’s see what he does.

C ~ I’ll check and let you know, don’t worry

Not worried whatsoever, Corpsie. I’m not worried at all.

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dazz-linglight · 3 years ago

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INCEPTION

Pairing: Werewolf!San x Werewolf!Reader

(should I make this a series?)

Genre: AU Fluff/Smut

Every werewolf knew that when they completed 18 they were ready to find their respective mates. Mates are made for each other, chosen by the Moon to be their permanent love. San was already 21 and had yet to find his and thinks about her everyday, asking the goddess to bring his mate soon and his wish was finally granted on his first day of the second year in college. He was just walking in when a sudden new scent caught him off guard. A strong, sweet and powerful scent in its ability to tug at something deep and primal within him giving urges he had never truly felt until this moment.

You were walking through the campus with a friend when he got hit by the strong scent of cinnamon and coffee coming from you, making him dizzy and euphoric, his heart beating faster and even faster when your eyes met his. He couldn't contain the big smile that occupied his lips, instantly being full of love while you went through the same, falling hard for him and leaving your friend to follow the path until the two of you were just centimeters apart. His scent of honey embraced you all over when he reached to touch your face, wanting to know if you were real or if he was dreaming again.

"My Luna.." When you smiled at the nickname he wanted nothing more than to kiss you and he did exactly that, smooching your cheeks first and then going to your lips, hugging you by the waist while you brought him closer by the shoulders, getting on the tip of your toes to match his height. You separate after a minute to recover the air, keeping close to each other.

"Choi San." He finally presented himself.

"Ah.. I'm ________" You said laughing softly until remembering where you were. "Oh, I have to go to class! Here, give me your number.." You took out your phone and gave it to him, he immediately typed the number and saved it as My Sannie ❤️, soon giving it back to you.

"Can I take you there?" He asked biting his lower lip.

"No, you have class too, I don't want to make you get late. We can get lunch together?"

"Yes! Okay, then you better go, then I can see you sooner." He said pulling your hand to his lips, leaving a cute kiss on your skin and then letting you go.

"See you soon, San!" You said waving at him and going back to your friend, also a werewolf, who was closer watching the whole thing. The two of you went to into the Business building, telling her everything you felt finding your mate.

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During class, San had saved your contact as My Mate ❤️ and sent messages to you, starting a game of questions to get to know you better and you got to know about him too, going back and forth with preferences, dislikes, food, family and friends and so on. At the end of classes, San told his friends and the alpha that he finally found his mate and they were happy for him, a few of them already found their mates and some of them not. On their way out of the campus, San kept looking around trying to find you but you found him first, coming from behind and covering his eyes and he smiled turning around to see you.

"Guys, this is my mate, _____." He said looking at his brothers proudly then back at you, burying his face on your neck to rub his scent on you and you waved at them.

"Hi.." You stand on his side to get a better look at his brothers, still holding San's hand and one of them laughed at San who hasn't stopped looking at you with his gold eyes.

"This is our Alpha Hongjoong, the taller ones are Yunho and Mingi, Seonghwa, Yeosang, Wooyoung and our youngest Jongho." The one who laughed was Wooyoung.

"It's funny to see hyung so whipped." Wooyoung was one of the the boys that didn't meet his mate yet, so he found funny how mates seemed hypnotized by each other.

"I bet you will be worse when you meet your mate, Wooyoung." Hongjoong said laughing at the thought, knowing Wooyoung was already clingy with the members of the pack and everybody agreed. You were happy to see that everyone in San's pack had a light spirit and good sense of humor.

"Well, let's eat? I'm starving." The youngest said between them.

"Chicken!" Yeosang smelled chicken from afar and started walking in front of them. San squeezed your hand and led you inside the restaurant.

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Finishing lunch you pulled at the hem of San's shirt to get his attention and he immediately looked at you, passing a hand on your shoulder and bringing you to peck your cheek.

"San, will you come home with me?" You asked him quietly, wanting to have time alone with your new found mate, which quickly accepted.

"Guys, we'll be going first." San told them already getting up from his seat and pulling your bag on his shoulder, you following after saying your byes.

"Don't forget to use protection!" Yunho said before you two were far, receiving a slap from Hongjoong and making the others snicker.

San drove you to the other side of the city where your pack belong, holding your hand while you guided him. Your fellow friends were surprised to see you with company, but were quick noticed it was your mate by the way he held you and the cute smile on your faces. Getting inside the house, the two of you left shoes and bags at the door while your inner wolf was screaming for you to pounce on him.

"We have the next 3 or 4 hours to ourselves before the girls come back.. I want to confess something before we go to my room." You said nervously picking on your fingers and San frowned, petting your hair to try and calm you down.

"You can tell me anything, baby" You lay your hands on his chest looking up to his brown eyes.

"I have plushies in my bed.." You broke eye contact to look at his broad shoulders not for long until he held your chin up to look at him again.

"No need to be ashamed for that. Wanna know why?" You nodded at his questions and he brought his face closer to your neck, whispering the next words.

"I have plushies too." He smiled looking back at your surprised face.

"Really?"

"Really, I'll show them to you anytime or even bring them here so they can be friends." He showed his dimples and you smiled too, touching his cheeks with the tip of your fingers, happy to be surrounded by his warmth.

"I'm so glad that you're here.."

"Me too, I've been waiting for so long to find you." He rested his forehead on yours and closed his eyes.

"Please mark me.." You voiced your desire before being able to control your words, your inner wolf excited to finally get into action while San's wolf was also happy to oblige to his instincts, bringing you up to wrap your legs on his waist and followed your scent around the house to find your room. He placed you down in the middle of your bed and you pulled him for a heavy kiss, trying to cease any little distance and soon San was leaning down to kiss and bite your neck, all the clothes coming off one by one until you were both naked and exposed.

"You look so perfect, love.." San kissed down your throat, collarbones, chest and everywhere he could till reaching your core, inhaling your arousal and held your thighs apart, connecting his lips onto you. Every bit of self control he had until now we're thrown out the window as he eats you out, driven by your wetness, moans and the way you pulled on his hair so deliciously. His tongue moved fast and strong, giving you waves of pleasure and he felt delighted for making you feel good. You were almost there and tapped on his shoulder, making him look up.

"San please.. I want to cum with you.." Your legs twitched and he stopped, sitting up and lifted a hand to clean his lips, licking the wetness on his fingers at the same time he stroked his hard on, getting closer to you once more and positioning you in dog style and making himself comfortable behind you on your center. He pushed in slowly to not hurt you and when he finally got it in you listened to the deep growl coming from his chest as he bottomed out and soon his pace speeding up gradually, making you get louder and louder.

"Can I?" He whispered nuzzling under your ear and you knew he was talking about the mark, wanting to hear you say it again.

"Yes, make me yours." He let out a low groan, brushing your hair out of the way and planting his fangs in the space between your shoulder and neck, creating the mark only mates could to seal the bond. It gave you both a rush of adrenaline and happiness that caused you goosebumps, your scents getting mixed in the air, sharing the warmth and fondness of each other and it made you cum faster, squirming under his hold for a few seconds as he continued to thrust in and out until he reached his own climax, knotting you and having the two of you stuck together for the next minutes.Soon he laid you down in a spoon position and pulled you in for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"This is the best day of my life." He giggled a little breathless, his chest shaking against your back you smile at the feeling, scooting impossibly closer to him.

"I can't believe you're real."

"I'm very real." He squeezed your hip and you hide your face on your pillow with a laugh.

"Do you to go for a run later?" You asked curious to see his wolf form.

"Oh yeah, I bet you're the prettiest wolf ever."

"I bet it's you." You bicker playfully and San covers your face in kisses, tickling your sides.

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jerallenwhte · 5 months ago

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"hi, hayley," jeremy greeted, turning his attention towards her. his voice carried a subtle undertone of irony, a reflection of the peculiar situation they found themselves in. as he faced her, his eyes swiftly scanned the surroundings, assessing the scenario before him. his hand instinctively reached up to rub the back of his neck, a gesture betraying the lingering fatigue from his transatlantic flight. despite his efforts to shake it off, the whirlwind weekend he had just spent in the states still clung to him. here he was, back again, standing in a lab that held the potential of revealing a profound truth: the possibility of having another daughter. the weight of the moment overshadowed any physical discomfort brought on by his jet lag. fatigue and weariness seemed insignificant compared to the magnitude of emotions coursing through him. a mixture of anticipation, anxiety, and a newfound sense of responsibility tugged at his core. the man offered a wry smile, attempting to inject some humor into the palpable tension enveloping the room. "no need for thanks, really," he remarked. "it's not every day you get a call claiming you might be a dad, huh?" his usually bright and witty demeanor was subdued, his lightheartedness overshadowed by the gravity of the situation. his gaze shifted downward, landing on the car seat where luna lay peacefully asleep. observing the child's serene countenance, he couldn't help but notice the resemblance in her eyes, reminiscent of his own. jeremy's usual buoyancy and wit were momentarily tempered as he stood there, captivated by the innocence and tranquility on luna's face. each gentle rise and fall of her chest resonated within him, stirring paternal emotions he had become accustomed to directing towards his own daughters. the mere possibility of extending that love to luna, this tiny, innocent life potentially intertwined with his own, brought forth a profound sense of responsibility and vulnerability.

his eyes flicked up, meeting the singer's gaze, and in that silent exchange, a myriad of emotions was conveyed. hope and apprehension mingled within his gaze, words unnecessary to express the magnitude of the life-changing revelations that lay ahead. though the conversation between them was sparse, his silence spoke volumes, laden with the weight of possibilities and the impending impact on their lives. as he stepped forward in line, his movements became deliberate and measured. his usual spring in his step gave way to cautious deliberation, each step bringing him closer to a new chapter he hadn't anticipated but was resolute in facing. his mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts as he stood there, quietly contemplating. his gaze would occasionally drift towards the baby, only to be swiftly redirected towards taylor as thoughts of her consumed his mind, too. a pang of guilt and apprehension gripped him, contemplating how this news might affect their relationship. knowing now hayley and taylor's closeness, he understood that whatever outcome today brought, it would undoubtedly ripple through their friendship and inevitably impact his relationship with taylor. he could already envision the conversations that lay ahead—the explanations, the reassurances that might be needed. would taylor feel betrayed, or would she grasp the unplanned complexity of the situation? the thought of losing the solid ground he had gained with the blond singer, just as their connection was deepening, gnawed at him his usual confidence wavered, replaced by a contemplative concern that etched lines on his forehead. the weight of potential fatherhood intertwined with fears of personal loss, creating a maelstrom of emotions that rendered him silent and introspective as they inched closer to the front of the line. his heart weighed heavy with the burden of what this day could signify, not just for himself but for everyone involved.

"let's get those swabs," he finally spoke, his voice low and steady, concealing the inner turmoil beneath a composed exterior. though a simple statement, it carried with it his unwavering commitment to face whatever results awaited them. as they approached the counter, jeremy maintained a protective proximity to hayley and luna, ready to provide unwavering support through the next steps of their journey.

Testing | Jeremy + Hayley.

Finding out that she had slept with the person Taylor was seeing wasn't something that Hayley was expecting. In was never in her universe that her best friend and her would share someone in common like that. But finding out that it had happened practically a year ago was even worse, in her mind. Of course she wanted Luna to have a dad, or at least know where she biologically came from - it was important information to have, and the connection between father and daughter was treasured. She knew from her relationship with her own father. But the time around conception - Hayley wasn't her best self. She had taken on board the responsibility of parenthood on her own, knowing that she had the biggest support system around, that would help her out. And life did become easier with Glen around, too. She loved how he embraced Luna. Another person who was going to be affected by the results of this test they were about to do. Sitting outside the lab, the singer couldn't bring herself to pull her and her daughter out of the car just yet. She was nervous and very scared about what this could mean.

Watching Jeremy walk into the testing centre, Hayley knew that she could no longer wait. It had to be like pulling a band-aid off. Getting out of the car, she quickly grabbed the car seat holding her daughter and made her way into the building. Getting into line behind the actor, she closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Clearing her throat, the musician shifted from foot to foot. "Hi." Hayley greeted him, readjusting the grip she had on the car seat. It wasn't the lightest thing to carry around - but having the pushchair with her seemed like too much effort for something she was hoping wouldn't take too long. All they had to do was get a couple of cheek swabs from Luna and Jeremy. Then wait a week. It'd be easy, she hoped. The hard part would be waking Luna up for it - since she had decided to drift off on the car ride over. "Thanks for coming to do this." The blonde gave a small smile - thanking him felt weird, but she didn't know what else to say. He had traveled all this way to make it happen, and she was thankful for that - since she couldn't travel back to the States at the moment. @jerallenwhte

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dracosathenaeum · 4 years ago

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Great Love Story | Final Part | DM

#A/N: Apologies for the long wait, with what went down the other night and overall writers block this took far longer than I expected. I hope this is a satisfying ending for everyone who’s been reading so far!! Let me know what you thought of it overall!! Also this chapter is dedicated to @slytherinwh0re and Voldemort’s feet :3

Warnings: swearing, violence, food, mentions of strangling and sex

Word Count: 2,781

PART 1 | PART 2

Waking up alone in that empty bed had perhaps been worse than when Draco had broken up with you. You had left his room that time thinking he had left you because he had lost all feelings for you. This time, he had left even though you knew of his true feelings, feelings that he couldn’t hide. Jealousy was never easy to hide for Draco, but luckily for you it just showed that he still cared for you.

You had spent days after he had left you with nothing but second thoughts in your head, debating with yourself whether or not he was worth it. You could’ve walked away and let that last night be a mistake, leave it to be the final moment of closure between the two of you (if you could even call it closure).

But no, learning from mistakes apparently wasn’t an option for you.

You just wanted the truth, was what you told yourself as you wrapped a green tie around your neck; not revenge, just the truth.

“Remember all you have to do is walk past Draco and smile at me from across the hall a couple times. He’ll be able to connect the dots from that alone.”

The older Slytherin looked at you with a smirk on his face, “If I knew all I had to do was swap ties with you and walk past Malfoy to have someone do my potions essay for me I would’ve offered my services years ago.” You had been lucky enough to have found (bribed) someone to help you pull the truth from Draco, even if you weren’t too fond of the person himself. You were up for playing the long game though you doubted Draco could resist interfering before long.

You ran your fingers through his soft locks, ruffling them up a little before unbuttoning both of your top buttons to make it seem more realistic. “You know, if you wanted to make it authentic, we could just actually get with each other? I wouldn’t mind rubbing it in Malfoys face that I got with his girl.”

Retracting your hands from his shirt, you grimaced, “This is enough, thank you Adrian.” You were only being polite since he was helping you out; the second you no longer needed him you would make sure he knew you’d never be interested in him.

“Come on, before they all finish eating before we’ve even gone in.” You walked into great hall, head held high and hand gripped in a clammy hold. As much you had hated how Draco’s hands had always been cold, you suddenly found yourself missing them greatly.

You let go of his hand and the both of you walked your separate directions but that was all you needed. You sat down with your friends and watched as Theo pointed out your tie and then the person who had yours. You didn’t even both keeping your gaze on their table for Draco’s reaction, something would come sooner or later.

“y/n, uh, are you sure this is a good idea? I know if sucks, but he’s clearly moved on, I don’t think making him jealous will work when he looks at Pansy like that.”

He hadn’t told you he loved you the other night, nor had he let you say it, but his love language was never with words. The way he held you, the careful touches and well-placed kisses, those were what made you believe there was still hope, and if not, at least an actual explanation rather than fucking you into the oblivion only to leave you before the sun was awake.

You knew he loved you still, but perhaps there were now two in his heart. Your eyes wondered back to the Slytherin table, expecting him to be glaring holes into the side of your head or arguing with the boy who had your tie around his neck, but no. He had his eyes trained on Pansy’s eyes, his fingers playing with a strand of her perfect hair. Grace was right, you had no chance when he was looking at Pansy with stars in his eyes. Though perhaps that was your answer itself. Your plan had been perfect, you had just executed it around the wrong people.

He had fucked up once, he wasn’t about to do so again; not when the stakes were so high. His one moment of jealousy causing him to lose control had only furthered his resolve to not do so again. It simply wasn’t worth the risk.

He would only take partial blame though, his twit of a partner clearly wasn’t as sneaky as she had claimed to be, one slip up each was already more than allowed and although they both knew, it seemed only Draco was taking it seriously.

Talking to Pansy had been less than helpful, “She could’ve joined in.” being her only response, her red painted lips curling into a smile that made something in his stomach tighten. Perhaps he was the fool to expect more from her.

Her shortcomings and the disappointment he felt of his own lack of self-control had perhaps been the only thing to stop him from punching the shit eating grin off the rat who you had decided to use to pull a reaction from him.

He had been with you just three nights ago and he knew you, knew you inside and out. The hickeys on your neck were his marks and all 3 of you knew that; swapping ties with some poor sucker and ruffling his hair wasn’t going break him. Not by a long shot.

It had taken him everything that night outside the room of requirement to not push you in and take you until you remembered you could only feel that way for him, yet he had managed to spit out the word whore and swallow the instant regret, grimacing at the memory of your palm striking his face.

He had done all that to have his weak heart ruin it when he found you with Theo.

He had almost ruined everything.

But yet again his weak, traitorous heart failed him when he found himself with his fist across someone’s face.

You had kept your eyes trained on the food in front of you to prevent the temptation of causing yourself any more pain, instead working your brain on how best to get Draco alone and on how best to procure some veritaserum (was that even legal?).

Throwing back the last of your pumpkin juice, you gave a quick goodbye to your friends before you all but ran to the library in attempts to look for some answers. Well you had tried getting to the library; you had been barely halfway through the great hall when Adrian had seemingly appeared from thin air, his hand on your upper arm pulling you to a stop.

“So when do I get my compensation for this favour?”

You didn’t know what it was, but the way he looked and spoke to you had the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He had leant in, warm puffs of air blowing across your ear as he spoke to you. Not the kind that had you melting in Draco’s arm, but the kind that had you wanting to turn and run, but his bruising hold on your arm wasn’t about to let that happen.

“The Slytherin prince looks like he’s about to murder me, I think I deserve more than an essay. Let me fuck you and we’ll call it even.”

The joy in your chest from hearing that your plan had worked was quickly replaced with the most revoting feeling, you physically gagged and wondered why no one intervened as you had physically recoiled from him. Draco may not have been many people’s first picks, you wouldn’t try to hide his faults, but he at least had some respect and dignity.

Your mouth fell open, not sure if you should slap him across the face or swear at him until he got the point.

“The audacity-”

“If I ever see you within 100 meters of her again, I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to fuck again.” Yet again another Slytherin has seemingly appeared from thin air, cutting off you off before you could even say what you wanted to say. Adrian had been smart enough to let go of you the second he had heard Draco’s voice, but it didn’t make up for the fact he had been stupid enough to act.

You strode out the doors of the great hall as soon as you remembered how to use your legs, catching Draco’s his fist connecting with Adrian’s face out of the corner of your eye; the sickening crack of the collision was enough to bring a smile back on your face. That and the fact Draco had yet again shown his true colours, now you just needed to know why he was hell bent on hiding them and hurting you both.

You hadn’t realised how lost in your own thoughts you had been in until you found yourself in the courtyard with a blonde Ravenclaw waving happily at you.

“Hi y/n! Isn’t it beautiful out today? I wanted to take Pansy on a picnic, but you understand why that’s not quite possible yet.” You hadn’t expected to run into Luna so soon, though you avoiding her out of sheer embarrassment had definitely been a major factor of that.

“You’re okay being the ‘other woman’? Luna you deserve so much more than that.” The two of you weren’t particularly close (other than when you had seen her being sent to heaven by Pansy’s fingers), but she felt an obligation like any other person might’ve.

“Other woman? I thought Pansy said you two had made up again? They're just faking it for you-know-who. I guess Draco had to be stricter since he has his secret task, but it’s odd he’s taking so long to tell you.”

You blinked. You remembered how to breathe again and then the anger came.

“I have to go but thank you Luna, I owe you.” You didn’t have time to come up with a speech or a plan, you would just find him and do whatever your impulses led to.

You were going to make him repent for every second lost, for every ounce of heart ache you felt and then you’d have him beg for you, if you managed to not strangle him first that was.

You ended up pounding on the doors to the dungeons when he had been nowhere else. With each place you searched resulting with him not being there, your anger built, the frustration worse than it had ever been.

“Jeez woman, is someone dead?”

“No but with that look it looks like someone’s about to be.”

The doors had opened revealing a far too happy Pansy and Theo, clearly enjoying how mad you seemed to be. You didn’t waste a second, pushing past the both of them to see Draco sat casually on one of the leather sofas, clearly bragging about how he had just punched Adrian.

“You had no right!”

As if it wasn’t enough that The Dark Lord was walking around his home barefoot and threatening his family’s lives; his ex-girlfriend was now going to kill him. Well, he’d rather die by her hands than his any day.

“You still haven’t told her?” You hadn’t even heard Pansy come up behind you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. For everyone else it seemed like a jealous ex-girlfriend causing drama, a sharp look from Draco had sent everyone scrambling as he mumbled a silencing charm under his breath.

“If you want me to apologise for punching Pucey, I would rather you slap me again.” He was still lying to you. Your hands curled around his collar, pulling him up from his casual lounging across the sofa.

“Luna told me everything. You had no right to make that kind of decision for me. Who else knew?” You watched as the colour drained from his face, you turned to see Pansy, Theo and Blaise quickly avert their gazes. The three of them clearly thought they would be watching you shout at Draco for punching Adrian as they quickly found other places to be once they realised your true intentions.

“Can we actually talk now without you running off with your so-called girlfriend who has been dating another woman and without you only paying attention to me when you deem necessary?” Draco had slumped back onto the green leather, hand dragging over his face as he refused to meet your gaze again, the expression on his face a far cry from what it had been just moments ago.

“I can’t explain everything to you. Can you just trust that I’m doing what’s best for you? For us.”

If his voice hadn’t been so shaky, if his body hadn’t trembled like is had when he was 13 as you held him against you as he cried about the passing of his grandfather, you might not have decided to not push further.

So Harry was right, though some part of you had always known, after all in what world would Harry Potter make something like that up. You had just deluded yourself into thinking Draco wouldn’t be dragged into it. “I know Draco. You don’t have to say anything you can’t, but I know.”

His eyes whipped up to meet yours, clearly not expecting that response from you. You looked at him with the same fierce gaze he loved and for a second he thought you’d slap him again.

He thought you’d hit him and run or even worse, you’d stay.

“If this wasn’t the best possible option, I wouldn’t have chosen it, you have to understand that. It was better than the alternative of losing you and my parents. Do you know what he does to people? Do you know how he tears them apart? How he would rip your mind into shreds and then leave you with just enough life to watch him do the same to everyone else you care about.”

You stayed silent; you hadn’t thought about the bigger the picture this whole time, focusing only on you and your insignificant feelings.

“I refuse to put you at risk. If I had to make a choice; if I had to choose between saving you or my parents, I don’t know who I’d choose and that terrifies me. I can lose you and try to move on or find you again, but I can’t abandon my parents without signing their death warrants.” His words hurt. There was no masking that, but you knew he was right, he was making the most logical decision and you could not fault him for it, no matter how much your heart objected.

You just looked at him for a tense second, your brain trying to piece together what to say and what to think. Life had not prepared you for this moment.

“But the way you looked at her-“

“Looked at who?”

“Pansy.”

“I was imagining you.”

Your cheeks flushed with warmth, unsure if it was embarrassment, relief or anger. His fingers reached for yours, the familiarity of his wrapped around yours loosened the ball of nerves in your stomach just a little.

“Okay. Go.”

“What?” His fingers tightened their grip on your hand.

“I’ll wait until after the war; but you better find yourself on the right side. Just stay alive and I’ll find you.”

“And if I’m in Azkaban?” a voice so small you almost didn’t hear it.

“I don’t believe you could do anything horrific enough to end up in Azkaban; but even so, you better make some right choices because you hold our future in your hands Malfoy.”

He looked at you as though you had gone mad, and frankly you might’ve. After all, who would wait for their ex-boyfriend after finding out they were a death eater?

“You cannot be serious.”

“I would wait a lifetime for you.”

It had been those very words that had given him hope, something he didn’t think he would ever have again after taking the mark. He had not convinced his father to reconsider and that was something he would have to live for the rest of his life; but he had his mother. A mother’s love would prove yet again to be a saving grace.

The two of you may not have rebuilt what you had until years after, but when it came to making that all important choice, he had chosen the right one.

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hops-hunny · 4 years ago

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Temptation

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x McGonagall!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4k

Request: “Could you maybe do a Neville x reader where the reader is McGonagall's grandchild?”

Summary: Neville had never experienced temptation, till it walked by him in a pleated skirt.

Warnings: Suggestive thoughts???

A/N: I won’t even lie, this was very self indulgent. I didn’t mean to write this much but oh well! Also I noticed I read the prompt wrong and wrote this for fem reader so I apologize anon. I still hope you can find joy in this!

Temptation. Temptation was a word Neville knew well. He had heard it many upon many times. From his peers, and even some of his teachers. However, he never really understood what it felt like to experience it, to have it coursing through his very being. Well, that was until it came knocking on his door or, to put it more precisely, walking by him in a (y/h/h) robe and vanilla-lavender perfume. He didn’t expect it to have such a beautiful laugh and he certainly didn’t expect it to be McGonagall's granddaughter! No matter how many times he had heard it described to him and how many times he had heard the feeling be recited to him like one of those shit muggle pop songs, it still didn’t prepare him for the real experience itself.

Could she be anymore perfect? Anymore graceful, anymore well, tempting? She was the kind of beauty that he read about in books and the kind of beauty he saw when he looked at all the flowers that bloomed within the greenhouse. He watched, observing her beauty as she walked. His face flushed softly as he saw her eyes light up, head facing straight ahead and shoulders held high unaware of his eyes of adoration upon her. His gaze was then shifted to her hair. The way the light reflected off of the (h/c) strand made his heart race! Next was one of his favorite things, her smile. Her smile was enough to brighten anyone's day! Well...it most certainly brightened his that is. His eyes fixated on her legs, the soft sheen they held. ‘God they look smooth, like the softest of pillows, the smoothest of silks, the fluffiest, puffiest of clouds. I bet the-’ he was broken out of his thoughts as she came to a stop in front of her grandmother which made him a bit queasy to his stomach. If only McGonagall new about his thoughts...wait did she? She could be using legilimency on him this very moment and he’d have no clue. What if she was, what if she-

He jumped, squeaking softly as a hand came down hard on his shoulder causing his body to tense. And his gaze to shift to the source of the force relaxing when he saw it was Dean.

“Hey Nev, what are you doing just standing here? Oh I see what it is!” He exclaimed smiling at his lanky friend, watching his eyes flicker back and forth between in front of him and back to himself. Neville gulped, tugging at his sleeves a bit as his shirt suddenly began to feel constraining.

“Y-you do?” he asked nervously. His throat began to feel smaller. The problem with Neville’s little…’temptation’ was that he hadn’t mentioned it to anyone. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had feelings for people before. He had his fair share of crushes throughout the year. But she was different. See, he wasn’t the first one to notice how beautiful the girl was. Heavens no! Quite a few of his peers had noticed just how breathtaking (Y/n) was but once they saw the last name that was attached to her, that was more than enough to turn them the other way. However, the connection to her grandmother not only put up an invisible force field for suitors, but friends as well. He found himself feeling sorry for her often, he could only imagine how lonely she was.

“Yeah, I do. You were waiting for me to find you so you could help me with my herbology homework! Man Nev, you’re such a good friend.” he said. Neville rolled his eyes noticing all of Dean’s missing coursework for herbology within his hands. As much as he loved his friend, he also couldn’t deny how unbelievably idiotic he was. Although he was disappointed in how irresponsible he was, he was also relieved he hadn’t noticed what had actually had him standing there lost in his thoughts. “Oh and I also saw you staring at McGonagall junior. I don’t blame you mate, she’s bloody fit. Have you seen her in that skirt she wears to Hogsmeade? It makes me just wanna-” Neville smacked his friend on the back again ignoring his groan of protest. He began to walk off leaving Dean confused. Neville noticed the lack of his friend's presence near him causing him to turn around.

“Do you want help with your herbology work or not?”

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(Y/n) sat with Luna in the courtyard, watching as her friend picked at the wildflowers twisting them and molding them into a flower crown. She sighed once again as she continued to ramble onto her. “I don’t know Lu, he’s just so cute! I wouldn’t even know how to approach him. Besides, he probably wants someone from his own house and year, yknow?” She said as she glanced at her preoccupied friend. “Are you even listening to me?” she huffed frustratedly. Luna looked at her, rolling her eyes at her a bit.

“You’re only a year below us (Y/n), you talk about him as if he’s an old man! Besides, the whole different house thing would only matter to him if he was a Slytherin. Neville doesn’t care about little things like that.” she took the completed crown placing it on her friend’s head as she smiled at her. “Yknow, for someone at the top of your year you’re quite daft.” Luna said nonchalantly, causing her friend’s eye to twitch. One thing (Y/n) would never get quite used to is her friend’s ability to tell people the truth as if it were nothing. Luna squeezed the girl’s soft (s/c) hand before smiling at her. “Besides, you’re beautiful! If he doesn’t want you, I know there are plenty of guys who most certainly do!” (Y/n) felt herself get quite shy at her friend’s words, rubbing at the goosebumps that were forming on her arm. But, she was right. She couldn’t let her thoughts of if or if not a guy liked her get her down.

“Hey (Y/n), have you ever, yknow, actually tried TALKING to the guy?” Ginny asked, smacking on the taffy she had been eating. The (e/c) eyed girl felt herself getting flustered once again.

“W-well, the short answer is no. Don’t look at me like that! I’ve TRIED. Every time I try something comes up! I’m either almost late to class, one of his friend’s comes up to him, or I have to do something for my Nan! It’s a lot harder trying to talk to someone when you don’t have any classes with them..” she said as she began to pout, reminded of her failed attempts to speak to the awkwardly charming boy. Ginny popped another taffy in her mouth, processing her friend's words before smirking a bit.

“Just leave it to me, I have the perfect plan! Don’t you worry a single little hair on that pretty head of yours.” she said, causing both of her friends to side eye her both with the same thought in mind: ‘Oh Merlin, what is she thinking now?’

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Well, what Ginny had been thinking wasn’t too bad but, (Y/n) was still quite nervous as she sat here. She was thankful Ginny hadn’t trapped them in a 1 on 1 situation or did something fucking stupid such as locking them in the room of requirement together. No, instead she had gathered her and Neville’s shared group of friends and decided to have a picnic together whilst everyone else was at Hogsmeade. Luna had asked the house elves to spare some of the extra food they had from lunch which they gave to her kindly considering how sweet she was to them always.

Even though all of their friends were there, she still found herself being nervous which is why she still sat on the blanket with Hermione as Ron, Harry, and Dean picked on Neville lightheartedly by splashing him with water, Ginny and Luna challenged each other to different swim challenges, and Hermione read a book, relaxing comfortably under the shade of the tree. She sighed to herself, hugging her legs closer to her chest as she brought her face to rest upon her knees. She let her eyes wander back to Neville, a smile gracing her face as she observed him. She never got the time to just watch him in a natural environment. Every time she saw him, he was always so jumpy or nervous, awkwardly engaging in conversation with people who usually just wanted herbology help or needed advice on how to care for their plants. But now, watching as he smiled and laughed with their friends she realized just how infatuated with him she truly was. She took in the way his hair looked wet, his usually wavy hair drooped, water dripping from the strands. She smiled, noticing the way his crooked smile looked when he was his happiest. She began to get flustered noticing the way his arms had a bit of definition to them which (Y/n) could only assume came from all the heavy lifting he did for Professor Sprout in the greenhouse.

“You should join him. Sitting there and wondering what could be isn’t gonna get you anywhere.” (Y/n) gasped a little, whipping her head around quickly to look at her friend whose eyes were still fixated on the book in her hand, flipping the pages delicately.

“H-how did yo-”

“How did I know? You’re so predictable. Plus, you’re a little chatterbox. The only time you shut up is when you look at him.” Hermione giggled, finally peering at her friend over her book. She closed it and set it down on the blanket before taking off her cover up. She held a hand down to her friend. “Well, are you coming?” (Y/n) looked up at her friend, biting the inside of her cheek as she thought about it before nodding, letting Hermione pull her up. She began to take off her own cover up before taking a deep breath. She looked at her friend and they began walking towards the lake.

“I’ve never seen ‘Mione in a swimsuit before. She looks...like a girl.” Ron said to his friends as they watched the two girls near the lake. His friends all responded in some form of agreement. He turned to look at Neville, smirking as he saw him staring at the girls. “It looks like you agree don’t you, Nev?” Neville shook his head, a light blush coating his cheeks. Unknown to his friends he wasn’t looking at Hermione though, he was looking at her.

“Yeah, she’s quite beautiful.” This didn’t go unnoticed by Ginny though who smirked, deciding to turn things up a notch.

“Hey, why don’t we all play some chicken? There’s enough of us!” Ginny said, beginning to walk over to the guys with Luna not too far behind her. “Unless you guys are scared, you know I’m the chicken champion so I wouldn’t be surprised if you w-”

“Don’t be ridiculous Gin! You know for a fact I’m way better than you, I proved that when you came to my place last summer.” (Y/n) said giggling at her overly confident friend. She tried sneaking a glance at Neville but found she had been caught in the act as Neville was already staring at her. She looked away quickly rubbing the back of her neck. Wait, why was Neville already looking at her?

She shook herself out of her thoughts as they all began to pair off for chicken. The (h/c) haired girl went to approach one of her friends but found that Ginny and Harry already paired. She quickly tried turning to Hermione who made her way over to Ron. She sent one last pleading glance Luna’s way but the girl simply smiled at her before walking over to Dean. She felt her heart race at what she already suspected to happen. “I-I guess it's us, Nev.” she felt herself growing a bit insecure at having to sit on the boy’s shoulders. Although she was short, she didn’t have as small of a frame as her other friends did. “L-listen Neville, if I’m too heavy or too much for you to lift don’t even worry about it! I have no problem bei-”

With all the courage Neville could muster, he took a deep breath diving under water before rising up with the girl on his shoulder as his large hands gripped at her thighs making sure she was sturdy on his shoulders. She shrieked a bit at the unexpected gesture, gripping at his hair a bit. Holy shit was his heart racing. Had he really just done that? What had gotten into him? ‘Don’t back down, Nev! Say something cool, say something cool!!’

He cleared his throat some, before patting her thigh with his hand. “You’re fine. Y-you don’t weigh much of anything.” He said. She felt herself relax some, hoping he couldn’t feel the goosebumps on her thighs. However, Neville’s thoughts were far from the goosebumps. He couldn’t help himself from thinking that they were just as soft as he had imagined them to be. He was in deep and he knew it. “L-l-listen (Y/n), I-”

“Alright who’s going first? Me vs ‘Mione maybe? Come on Harry, move faster!” Ginny said. (Y/n) found herself trying to stifle a giggle at the sight before her. Ginny was tugging at Harry’s hair and yelling at the boy as he argued back. She couldn’t contain herself at the sight, she began to laugh trying to make sure she didn’t fall off Neville’s shoulders at the movement.

Neville however was so entranced at that sound. He found himself wanting to be the person to cause that melodic giggle to come from her every time. “They’re so cute aren’t they?” she asked as he hummed in agreement. “I’d love to have something like that.” she mumbled to herself, however Neville had heard.

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Ginny was on a win streak, she had beaten Luna and Dean, and Hermione and Ron. She was feeling confident as she banged on her chest cheering which reminded (Y/n) of a muggle movie her aunt once showed her. She had been absentmindedly petting Neville’s hair, running her fingers through it as she swirled it around her fingers. He hadn’t minded though, his face was flushed a bright pink and he was much too scared to say anything, worried that if he did he would end up waking up in his bed and it all would’ve been a dream. He heard his favorite voice pull him out of his thoughts.

“We’re up next Nev, think we’ll win?” she asked as she leaned over, her face appearing in front of his upside down. He jumped a bit, pulling his face back and tightening his grip on her legs.

“C-careful (Y/n!) You might fall if you’re not!” he said, staring into her eyes. God were they beautiful.

“I doubt it, I’ve got you holding me up. I trust ya, you wouldn’t let me fall.” she said giggling as she leaned back up, her lips accidentally brushing against his nose and forehead on the way back up which has caused both of them to freeze up and a silence to fall upon the two. Their eyes both watched as Luna fell off of Dean’s shoulders again as Ginny cheered at another victory.

“But to answer your question, I think we’ve got this in the bag! Let’s do this!” He said as he waded over to them. She smiled at his enthusiasm as they looked over at them. She looked over at Luna who gave her a wink causing her to grow shy once more.

“Ah a new challenger approaches!” Ron exclaims, his eyes drifting to the pair. Neville glared at Ron a bit when his eyes lingered on the girl above him’s figure for just a tad too long before he cleared his throat.

“We’re gonna kick your ass, Gin! Prepare to get that gorgeous red hair of yours soaked! Isn’t that right, Neville?” She asked looking down at his head as he nodded along. “Consider this a rematch to last summer. I’ve come to snatch my crown right from off your head.” she said placing an invisible crown done on her head laughing as Ginny scoffed at her actions.

“Bring it on (y/h/h)!” She said as Harry began to walk over to her. The two girls both began to approach each other with looks of determination in their eyes. Neville let his eyes wander to the water watching the girl’s actions through the water.

“Beautiful..” he muttered in awe as he gazed upon her affectionately. Although he was nervous, he was even more so nervous of letting her down. He tightened his grip on her plush thighs as a determined expression made its way to his face.

Ginny and (Y/n) both began pushing and tugging at each other trying to get each other to fall. And (Y/n) did have to admit, it was no easy feat considering how tone Ginny was from quidditch practice and how out of shape she was herself from all those late night cake sessions with the house elves but it didn’t deter her at all. She continued to push and shove at Ginny. If she could only get a better grip...she didn’t have that much time to do so as the redhead girl gave a particularly hard push causing the girl to almost topple over. Almost being the key word. Neville gripped at her a bit harder at her as she went backwards causing her to fling forward with quite a bit of force. Using said force to her advantage, the (y/h/h) girl was able to push Ginny, sending her and Harry falling in. They both cheered Neville spinning around with her as they laughed before he felt something tug his leg sending them both flying into the water.

Neville resurfaced, spluttering a bit as he shook his head a bit. “Sod off, Harry! You’re a sore loser!” He exclaimed laughing with his friend. He turned to his side remembering the (h/c) girl. He watched as she resurfaced and took a gasp of air. His breath hitched as he watched the way she pushed her hair back, chest on display behind her swimsuit. God was she gorgeous.. He shook himself out of his thoughts, pushing some of her hair behind her ear that she had managed to miss. He watched as she looked away from him shyly muttering a soft thank you towards him.

They went at it for a bit more, the girls all determined to at least win one round. At some point, Ginny even put Harry on her shoulders and as it turned out, he was way worse at chicken than she was. Even Luna had somehow managed to beat him. But as they all went on, the group grew hungry and decided as the sun would be setting soon, it’d be a good idea to eat like they originally planned. They all gathered around on the large gingham blanket and once again, her friends turned against her leaving the only spot available for her next to Neville. However, unlike last time she decided to take full advantage of the situation. She feigned a shiver, catching his attention as she hoped.

“A-are you cold, (Y/n)?” He asked, eyes full of concern.

“Yeah, just a bit Nev!” she smiled back at him, popping another grape into her mouth. Neville looked at her blankly for a bit before deciding to give into his temptation. See, the thing with Neville wasn’t that he was scared. No, in fact he had had his fair share of flings during his time at Hogwarts unbeknownst to his friends. It's just, she was different. He made his heart race in different ways and gave him goosebumps on his arms and back. She made his brain short circuit from the mere sight of her. However, he knew she would not be single forever. He wasn’t oblivious to the lingering looks his friends had been given her throughout the night and he certainly wasn’t going to stay in the same lane as them. So, without a second thought he grabbed her with ease sitting her in his lap, the soft skin of her waist meeting the soft skin of his arms as he pulled her into his chest. (Y/n) felt her breath hitch slightly, as her own set of goosebumps started to form.

“Is that better?” Neville whispered softly to her as his chin came to rest on her shoulder. She turned her head slightly, her lips slightly brushing against his freckled cheek due to their close proximity. Instead of responding, she simply nodded still in a state of shock. Was this really happening? Her (e/c) eyes came to meet Ginny’s who simply smirked, sending her a wink before she went back to her conversation with Harry. None of her friends seemed that shocked at the position they were in. (Y/n) found herself a mix between relieved and offended that no one was surprised.

Although (Y/n) hadn’t noticed anything, the clenched fist and furrowed brows of his own friends did not go unnoticed. He felt himself smile internally, Neville 1 and the others 0. He caressed her skin lightly as if she was made of the finest of porcelain that would break from even a bit of pressure. The Gryffindor boy felt a surge of confidence within himself as goosebumps formed under his fingertips. He was knocked from his thoughts as a ripe strawberry was pressed against his lips, turning his attention to the (h/c) haired girl. He slowly took a bite from it, pink lips wrapped around the red fruit. He hummed constantly as he pulled away. (Y/n) moved back slightly to look at him, giggling at his red stained lips as the juice rolled down his chin a bit.

“Hey, you’ve got a bit of..” she trailed off giggling more as she motioned towards the juice. “One second, I’ll get it for you.” she murmured, reaching for a napkin. Neville pulled her back causing her to give him a confused look.

“No need.” he whispered, pulling her forward, pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was a mix of everything at once. Passion. Hesitance. Desire. And oh, he couldn’t forget his little friend: temptation. He pulled her closer, settling his large hands at the base of her spine right about her rear as hers wrapped around his neck. The girl’s fingers twirled the hair at the bottom of his head trying to distract her from the tingling sensation she felt all over. Neville nibbled at her lip a bit, biting it as he pulled away. “T-this is probably the wrong time to ask but, are you seeing anyone?”

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The next week, Neville found himself in that same spot in the hallway that he was in the previous monday. His thoughts drift to the angel known as his vice, his temptation. He watched as her smooth legs made their way down the hall, smile on her face as per usual. However, this time he didn’t have to crave to be the one those eyes were lighting up at. He didn’t have to crave to be the one that oh so beautiful smile was caused by, because he was. He held his arms open with a smile, stumbling back a bit as the (y/h/h) jumped in his arms. He caught her, twirling her around as they both laughed before he placed her on the ground grabbing her hand. Neville placed a peck upon her cheek, nothing but adoration in his eyes. He gulped slightly, sweaty palms as they walked by McGonagall but he found himself relaxing when she sent a wink his way as she gave him a smile of approval.

Although temptation had originally showed itself on his doorstep as a visitor in his home, it eventually developed into something more and became a welcome resident in his home. Temptation was no longer temptation, it was love.

#Neville Longbottom #neville x reader #neville x you #neville longbottom x reader #Harry Potter #harry potter imagines #neville longbottom x you #neville x y/n

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BREATH OF LIFE

Notes: I think this is the longest chapter so far

Masterlist

Warnings: blood, violence, mentions of death

Act 2 - Guard

17: luna

LING WAS FULL OF NERVES AS THEY APPROACHED LUNA. She wasn’t afraid, not really. She just didn’t want to return home. There were too many bad memories. Everything was different — she was different. When she had left, she had been quiet and desperate to stay hidden, and now the idea of staying silent and hiding made her feel sick.

Now, Ling was pressed into a corner of a storage closet, Aminah pressed up against her. If it had been any other time, after any other first kiss, she might have been nervous. Instead, Aminah’s closeness was comforting. A lot more comforting than the bag she was clutching so tightly her knuckles were white.

The only sounds were the shuffling as the cargo bay was emptied, Iko’s silent hum, and the breathing of her friends, as quiet as they were trying to be. They just needed to wait. Wait until the ship was empty, and then they could leave. Ling was confident she could lead her companions to safety. She knew the tunnels better than anyone, even if Cinder had downloaded a map.

The group looked unlike anything they had before, crouched against the wall or tucked into corners. She’d only really seen them wearing the military uniforms from the Rampion, but now Cinder wore heavy gloves to cover her cyborg hands, Iko was wearing a black knit cap to cover her blue hair, and Aminah had removed her jewelry — though she had insisted in staying in her lavender sneakers, though they were so faded and dirty they had decided they weren’t a risk.

A blue glow startled her out of her thoughts. Cress had turned on her portscreen and pulled up a diagram of the royal port. “We’re in a good position,” she said. Out of the three exits — one leading to the palace, another that connected them to the public city spaceship dock, and one that lead to the maglev tunnels — they were near just the one they needed. They had hoped that by taking the maglev tunnels, they would be able to confuse the guards that would come for them.

Before they could carry out anymore of their plan, there was a thump of feet. Loud, like someone was on their level. They traded frowns. A door in the distance was slammed shut. Orders were yelled. More footsteps.

“Is it just me,” Thorne said, “or does it sound like someone is searching the ship?”

“She knows we’re here,” said Cinder. “They’re looking for us.”

Ling cursed. “Of course they are.”

Ling found herself looking at Cinder, like everyone else on their crew. Cinder was their leader, and she would lead them out of here. She had to.

As the footsteps drew closer and the voices became louder, Cinder gave instructions. “Wolf, Thorne, Ling, as soon as a Thaumaturge sees you they’ll try to control you. Do I have permission to take control of you first? Just your bodies, not your minds.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to say you want my body,” said Thorne. He laid a hand on the gun at his waist. “Be my guest.”

Wolf have a reluctant nod.

Ling, though, wouldn’t be so willing. She shook her head wildly, pressing further into Aminah. “No. No — I — I can’t — I—” She still woke up from nightmares of her body being manipulated until she was in tears. She knew Cinder would never do anything to hurt her, but even the idea that she could set her on edge. “I can take Thorne instead.”

“Can you still be manipulated if you’re controlling him?” Cinder asked.

“Not as long as we don’t run into any really strong Thaumaturges. Or Levana,” Ling added.

Cinder nodded, and Ling easily took control of Thorne. She felt almost dirty taking control of him, at how easy it had been even with how little practice she had — well, no, that was a lie. She had been in Thaumaturge training. She had plenty of practice. She may not have had the same strength as Cinder, but no one was as strong as the Blackburn family. But she wouldn’t hurt Thorne. She promised herself that.

“Nothing in the engine room,” said a voice in a nearby corridor. “You — split up. Search these corridors and report back.”

They were close, and it wouldn’t be long before they were close enough to sense them.

“Cinder,” Thorne whispered. His body was too still, but Ling wasn’t sure if it was her control or Thorne himself. “Let Ling send me out there.”

Cinder frowned. “What?”

“Send me as a decoy, out the main ramp and away from the maglev doors. I’ll draw them off for long enough for you to get out through the cargo bay.”

“Thorne . . .”

“Do it. We made it to Luna. You don’t need a pilot here, or a captain.”

“I’m not going to let you sacrifice yourself!” Ling whispered harshly.

“Stop wasting time,” Thorne said as the voices got closer. “I’ll lead them away and circle back to you.”

Cinder turned to Ling. “Let him go.”

Ling hated the idea of letting Thorne go as much as she was relieved to let go of him, and she hated she was relieved to let him go. “I’ll lose control when you’re too far away, but I’ll reclaim you as soon as I can.” If she wasn’t too late.

“Got it,” Thorne said, and Ling sent him bolting into the hall. It wasn’t long before she lost control, and she hated herself for finding she was glad.

There was a crash from below them, and footsteps pounded towards him.

“I need to take control of you, Ling,” Cinder said.

“No.” The word was harsher than she had meant. “Focus on Wolf.”

“But—”

“Don’t worry about me,” said Ling, feeling she was making a huge mistake. “I’ll be fine.”

They ran the opposite direction Thorne had gone. Down two levels on a spiraling staircase so narrow Ling felt like it would crush her, through an industrial galley, and down a utilitarian hall dividing the the podship docks. They paused above a hatch leading to the cargo bay. She could still hear shuffling below, but had no idea if they were Earthen or Lunar footsteps.

They didn’t have time to wait for them to leave.

Wolf opened the hatch and jumped down. He growled as Cinder swung herself down. Iko followed, Ling and Aminah close behind. Cress was more tentative, but she followed.

Two guards and one Thaumaturge spun to face them. A gun fired, and Cinder fell to the ground. She appeared uninjured, so the bullet must have must her metal leg.

Cress cried out, freezing on the ladder, and Iko yanked her off. Together, they had behind a pallet full of Commonwealth merch. Another bullet hit the wall above them. Ling stretched out her mind, but was unable to take control of either of the guards. A third bullet hit the crate and splintered the wood.

The firing stopped.

They were on the wrong side of the room, Ling realized as a silence fell over them. The guards and Thaumaturge blocked their exit.

“Get the Thaumaturge,” Cinder whispered, a second before Wolf vaulted over the crate. The shooting restarted.

Iko launched herself at a guard. His bullet hit the ceiling. Iko punched him, and as his head cracked against the metal floor, he went still. Ling wondered if she knew him.

Cinder jumped to her feet and joined the fight. Ling grabbed hold of Cress and Aminah, and as Cinder and Wolf took care of the Thaumaturge and final guard, she pulled them to the ramp. Cinder and Wolf weren’t far behind.

They stayed hidden, along the edges of the ship. They darted from ship to ship, but it wasn’t long before they were spotted.

A Thaumaturge yelled orders, and footsteps raced after them. They broke out in a full sprint, no longer caring about cover. The ships between them and the stairs to their exit dwindled — ten, eight, five — when Ling suddenly found herself unable to run, and with a sinking feeling, realized the Thaumaturge had taken control of her. No one noticed.

“Well, if it isn’t Ling Chen,” said the Thaumaturge. “I never thought you’d be stupid enough to return to Luna.”

“I had some business to finish,” Ling spat. She should have altered her appearance.

“Ah yes, your family.” The Thaumaturge started circling around her. “I’m sorry to say they’ve both been killed.” The Thaumaturge did not sound sorry at all.

Ling would have sunk to the ground if the Thaumaturge wasn’t forcing her to stand. No. No. They had been so careful. They — they couldn’t be dead. They couldn’t. Ling didn’t want to believe the Thaumaturge, but they had no reason to lie. Her family was dead, and she was alone. Her chest felt empty, like someone had torn out her heart and hadn’t bothered replacing it. The palace felt empty, despite the number of guards and Thaumaturges and diplomats. Her family was gone. Her family was gone.

“I suppose you’ll kill me too,” Ling said, forcing her voice to stay calm, and failing.

“Unfortunately not,” said the Thaumaturge. “I’m to take you prisoner, and your fate will be determined by a trial.”

She would be killed in a trial. Executed by her own hand. This moment right here was the last of her life, and she wished someone would shoot her. She may have been strong, but she couldn’t break out of this Thaumaturge’s grip. They were too high ranking. Too strong.

She wished Kalise was here.

The next few seconds were a blur. Pain shot down her arm — she had been shot, but whoever fired had missed her — and the Thaumaturge fell to the ground, and Thorne threw her over his shoulder. Had he tried to shoot the Thaumaturge and hit her instead? It didn’t matter, because she lay limp in his arms as he ran, her head banging against his back and tears streaming down her face.

She hadn’t realized she was still so weak.

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AT SOME POINT WHILE THEY RAN DOWN THE STAIRCASE THAT AMINAH JUST WANTED TO END, WOLF TOOK LING FROM THORNE. She was unconscious, and the blood soaking into her sleeve didn’t make Aminah feel better. She should have made sure she wore her armor. She should have noticed Ling’s absence, should have made sure she never left her side.

Their plan was falling apart, and they’d barely been on Luna for an hour. They’d lost Cress. Levana knew Kai had betrayed her. Ling was injured.

Finally, finally the stairs flattened to a long and narrow corridor lined with statues holding glowing orbs that cast uneven shadows. The tiled floor were black and gold, creating a pattern meant to look like the Milky Way. She had to respect the dedication to the celestial theme.

The corridor ended in another spiral staircase, and Aminah nearly returned to the docks to let Levana’s guards deal with her. Especially with how uneven the steps were. After killing Levana, she was going to kill whoever designed this staircase.

At the top of the stairs was a set of double doors that had a far too detailed map of the maglev system.

“This is the platform,” Iko said. She was the only one not panting.

“I’ll go first,” said Cinder. “If anyone is out there, I’ll use a glamour to make us seem like members of Levana’s court. Any Thaumaturges we kill on sight. Everyone else we ignore.”

“What if Kalise is out there?” Aminah asked. She didn’t want them to accidentally kill Ling’s friend — and likely the only person she had left on Luna.

“We’ll have to take that risk,” said Cinder. “With Ling, well . . .” She trailed off. “I’ll take responsibility for that if it happens.”

Aminah tightened her jaw. “Ling said she was blonde. Don’t kill blonde Thaumaturges.”

“I doubt any Thaumaturge on our side would attack us anyway,” said Iko. “But what about the guards?”

“Guards are easy to control. I’ll take care of them,” said Cinder. She pressed her palm to the door, which spiraled open into the walls. Aminah may have been impressed any other day, but she felt nothing as they stepped onto the platform.

The empty platform, which was concerning, but they didn’t have time to think as they ran for the first of three white shuttles.

“How do we work this thing?” Iko cried as she pounded the control screen. Nothing worked. “Shut door! Move! Get us out of here!”

“It won’t work for you.” Wolf leaned forward, careful to not hurt Ling, who he was still holding, and pressed his hand against the screen. The doors slid shut.

“Welcome, Alpha Ze’ev Kesley, Lunar Special Operative Number 962. Where shall I take you?”

Wolf glanced at Cinder, but it was Thorne who said, “WS-1.” He was slumped on the floor between the two benches, his knees drawn to his chest and his head hitting the wall. Aminah was reminded, then, that Thorne and Cress had also been inseparable. During their time on the Rampion, Thorne had practically become Cress’s older brother. Aminah ran her fingers through Ling’s hair, suddenly grateful she was still with her.

At the sound of Thorne’s voice, the shuttle rose and started racing off.

“Waste salvage?” Iko asked.

Thorne shrugged. “I thought it would be good to have a Plan B.”

“And Plan B was to go to waste salvage?”

Thorne looked up. “It’s a short trip from Artemisia, so we won’t be giving Levana too much time to regroup and send people after us. And it’s one of the most connected sectors on Luna. We can throw them off our course, then doub—”

“Don’t say it,” Cinder said. “We dont know if were being recorded in here.”

Aminah felt a stab of pain. Ling would know.

“Good call, Thorne.”

Thorne shrugged, unenthusiastic. “Criminal mastermind, remember?”

Cinder sagged down the seat on the other side of Wolf. “The system recognized you.”

“Every Lunar citizen is in the database. I’ve only been missing for a couple months — I figured I wouldn’t have been removed yet.”

“Do you think they’ll notice a special operative who’s supposed to be on Earth returning?”

“I don’t know. But as long as we’re traveling, my identity will draw less attention than yours. When Ling wakes up, we can use hers too.”

Wolf had started to examine Ling’s injury, so Aminah asked, “How is she, anyway?”

“She’ll be fine,” Wolf said. “The bullet barely hit her, and the bleeding already stopped. She passed out more from shock and pain, I think. She shouldn’t be out long.” He turned to Aminah. “Do you have the first aid kit?”

Aminah’s stomach dropped. Ling had been holding onto their supplies, and if Ling didn’t have it then . . . “We left them on the ship,” she said. “We must have forgotten them with everything going on.” She leaned back on the seat and cursed.

“Then I’ll make do with what I have, and I’ll bandage it correctly later.”

Wolf started tying a bandage made from Ling’s shirt around her wound, and Aminah was glad they had at least one person who knew what they were doing.

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LING DID WAKE UP SOON, LIKE WOLF HAD SAID. She was easily the most exhausted, so when the group split up — it was less likely they’d be tracked if they traveled in smaller groups and met up later, or walked through the tunnels, or sent empty shuttles ahead of them — Aminah and Ling often took a shuttle.

“We’re probably being filmed,” Ling said one of these times. She sat on the back bench facing Aminah. “But if they haven’t recognized me, they’re probably not looking too carefully.”

“They’d probably notice Wolf before you,” said Aminah, though Ling was definitely high up on the wanted list. They all were now. Ling shrugged, then winced. “Can I ask — and feel free to yell at me — what did that Thaumaturge want with you? Why didn’t she just kill you?”

Ling seemed to age five years in the dim light. “She wanted to capture me. Take me alive and let me have a trial. I’d just be executed anyway, so I guess it doesn’t really matter.” Ling paused, faltering on her words. It took her a few tries to say, “And she — she said my family was dead.”

If they hadn’t been alone, Aminah wouldn’t have caught the words.

She reached across the bench and took Ling’s hand. “Ling, it’s not your fault.”

Ling kept her gaze firmly on their interlocked hands. “Yeah, it is. I shouldn’t have taken my father’s spot. I shouldn’t have left Luna. I shouldn’t have trusted that Kalise and Winter could save them. I—”

“You don’t blame them, do you?” Aminah asked. Kalise and Winter were two of the most important people in Ling’s life.

“Of course not,” said Ling, her face twisting in pain. “But I was stupid to think they could do anything.”

“It wasn’t stupid.” Aminah squeezed her hand. “It was desperate.”

“That doesnt make it any better.”

“Maybe not,” Aminah said. “But I know plenty about doing desperate things.”

“Like saving me on the roof?” Ling smiled bitterly.

“Exactly like that.” Aminah pulled Ling closer, careful not to pull on her injured arm. Ling let her head fall against her chest. “My point is, Levana did this. Not you. You just did what you thought was best.”

“It feels like my fault,” Ling said, voice cracking. “It feels so much like my fault.”

“I know.” Aminah pulled Ling into a hug and let her cry. “I know it does.”

—

THE FARTHER THEY GOT INTO LUNAR, THE MORE HORRIFIED AMINAH BECAME THAT SHE MAY HAVE ONCE GROWN UP HERE. Platforms had crumbling stone walls and flickering lights, and graffiti marred the walls.

One message asked, HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?

“How would we know if we had?” Iko asked. “There’s no description.”

“I think it’s meant to be thought provoking,” said Cinder.

“It’s probably about the Queen’s Army,” said Ling. “Maybe the guards.”

Wolf hummed in agreement.

Cinder — who had thankfully packed a few food rations, thought not as much as had been in their bag — passed around food occasionally, though no one was hungry. Aminah had to force Ling to eat, afraid she’d lose the weight she’d gained on the Rampion.

After what Cinder informed them had been near nineteen hours, they emerged onto the platform for RM-9, a dark and cold platform, the air sterile. Every surface was coated in dust, footprints pressed into them. Aminah wondered if her clothes would be covered in dust if she had grown up here.

“Regolith dust,” said Wolf. “It covers everything here.”

Iko pressed her hands on the wall, leaving far-too-perfect handprints.

“Doesn’t seem healthy,” said Thorne.

Ling snorted. “You don’t say.”

“It gets in your lungs,” said Wolf. “Regolith sickness is common.”

“It feels abandoned,” Iko said, wiping her hands on her pants.

“Everyone is working.”

“We have about eight minutes until the workday ends,” said Cinder. She turned to Wolf. “We can wait here, or we can try to find your parents’ house. What do you want to do?”

Wolf appeared conflicted, looking up a narrow set of uneven steps. “We should wait here. There aren’t many reasons for people to be out during work hours. We’d be too obvious.” He gulped. “Besides, they may not be there. They could be dead.”

“Mine are,” Ling said, so casually she might be announcing the weather. Everyone turned to her, and Aminah took her hand. “That Thaumaturge told me, and there’s — there’s no reason for them to lie.” She straightened, smiled a bit, though Aminah could see right through it. Her cheeks were still red from crying. “So, I’m all in.”

Cinder nodded slowly, appeared like she wanted to say something, but turned back to Wolf. “How far are we from the factories?”

Wolf’s brow was drawn as he struggled to remember his childhood. “Not far. I think they were all clustered near the dome’s center. We should be able to blend in with the laborers as soon as the day ends.”

“And the mines?”

“Those are father away. There are two mine entrances on the other side of the dome. Regolith is one of the few natural resources Luna has, so it has a big industry.”

“So . . .” said Thorne, looking like he wanted to laugh, “your best resource is . . . rocks?”

Wolf shrugged. “We have a lot of them.”

“Well, when you live on a rock, you might as well use them,” Ling said as if she hadn’t just announced her family’s death.

“Not just rock,” said Cinder. “Regolith has metals and compounds too. Iron and magnesium in the highlands, aluminum and silica in the lowlands. I figured all the metal would have to come from Earth.”

“A lot of did, ages ago,” said Wolf. “We’ve become experts at recycling other materials that were brought from Earth during colonization. But we’ve also learned to make do. Most new construction uses materials mined from regolith — stone, metal, soil. Almost all of Artemisia is made from regolith.” He paused. “Well, and wood. We grow trees in the lumber sectors.”

Aminah didnt know how they grew trees on the moon, and she would have asked Ling, but she doubted she knew either.

A series of chimes followed by a short melody came through the tunnel, and Ling shuddered.

“Lunar anthem,” Wolf said, face dark.

The anthem was followed by a robotic female voice: “This workday had ended. Stamp your times and retire to your homes. We hope you enjoyed this workday and look forward to your return tomorrow.”

“How considerate,” Thorne grunted.

Soon, footsteps drummed above them, and Wolf led them up the stairs. This sector was a series of narrow streets and run-down buildings, covered in dust. The daylight was artificial, and the dome blocked out the stars.

Wolf’s gaze darted around, almost like he was embarrassed to show them his childhood home, but Aminah didnt care. She should have grown up in a sector like this, and it wasn’t like her part of New Beijing was any better.

Wolf pointed down a narrow street. “This way. The residential streets are in the outer rings of the sector.”

They followed, finding it too easy mimic the dragging feet and lowered heads of the workers. Ling looked close to collapsing, and Aminah kept her hand firmly around her bicep to keep her upright.

They hadn’t gone far when they spotted their first guards, in full uniform but with the addition of a mask so they didn’t breath in the dust that coated everything, and Ling stiffened, her head whipping around as if looking for a Thaumaturge that wouldn’t be there.

The workers gave the guards a wide berth, faces turned away. Even the very threat of a Thaumaturge was enough to scare them, and Aminah couldn’t blame them.

They made their way through the dome’s center, which might have been trying to be a town square. A dust-coated fountain stood in the middle, carved into a figure of a veiled woman, clear water pouring from her hands like it were a blessing. Levana, Aminah was sure.

Before they could reach the houses, they made their way through blocks of factories and warehouses, smelling so strongly of chemicals Aminah nearly gagged, though calling the houses houses was a stretch. They were were more like shacks, and weren’t any more rundown or unplanned than the apartments back home had been. Each wall and roof was made of a different material, rebuilt over and over again as they fell into disrepair and families grew.

Wolf froze.

Cinder scanned the nearby windows, which lacked glass, and opened her finger that she used as a gun. “What is it?”

Wolf didn’t move. He focused on a house down the street.

“Wolf?”

He took a shaky breath. “It might be nothing, but I think . . . I thought I smelled my mother. A soap that seemed familiar . . . though I didn’t have these senses last time I saw her. It might not . . .”

Wolf led them down the street, and they paused in front of a house with blue daisies spilling over a flower box hanging from the window. Aminah wondered where the flowers had come from. The house had no yard, just a small square of concrete in front of the door, and the one window was covered by faded fabric.

Wolf seemed unable to move, so Thorne knocked on the door.

Through the window, they could hear the creaking floor as someone came to the door and cracked it open. A small woman looked out, alarmed when she saw Thorne.

Thorne smiled at her. “Mrs. Kesley?”

“Yes, sir,” she said meekly. Her gaze swept around them, passing over Wolf, then Cinder, then Aminah and Ling, then Iko, before her gaze returned to Wolf. She frowned.

“My name is Captain Carswell Thorne, and I believe you may know—”

The woman gasped, her suspicion multiplied. She fully opened the door and took a small step forward. “Ze’ev?”

“Mom,” Wolf whispered back.

The woman’s eyes filled with tears, and she took another step forward and paused again, before closing the distance and wrapping Wolf in a hug. Though he was much larger than his mother, he looked small as he hunched down to fit into her embrace.

She pulled away, cupping his face, examining all the scars.

“Mom,” Wolf said, choking down any emotions, “can we come in?”

Wolf’s mother looked them all over, her gaze catching on Aminah and Iko, likely feeling their lack of bioelectricity. Aminah stood up straighter, hoping she wouldn’t turn them in.

As they were led in, she noticed Ling’s face was twisted in pain that had nothing to do with her arm. She would never have a reunion with her family again.

Aminah would have one with her mom, she promised herself, and she would bring Ling with her.

They found themselves in a small room with one rocking chair and a couch. A holograph node was fixed to the center of a wall, a small table beneath it. More daises sat in a glass on the table.

One doorway led to a small hall, and the other to a small kitchen, which overflowed with dishes.

Wolf hunched over as if he was too big for the room — and honestly, he was — and his mother gripped the back of the chair.

“Everyone,” he said, “this is my mother, Maha Kesley. Mom — this is Iko and Ling and Aminah and Thorne and . . . Cinder.” He frowned, debating whether to tell Maha who Cinder really was.

“Thank you for welcoming us,” said Cinder. “I’m afraid we’ve put you in a lot of danger by coming here.”

Maha straightened.

Thorne said, “Will your husband be home soon?”

Maha stared at him.

“We don’t want any surprises,” clarified Cinder.

Maha glanced at Wolf, and both him and Ling stiffened. “I’m sorry, Ze’ev. He died four years ago. Factory accident.”

Wolf nodded slowly. That was three of them with dead fathers, all because of Levana.

“Are you hungry?” Maha asked, filling the silence. “You were always hungry . . . before. But I suppose you were a growing boy then . . .”

Wolf smiled, but didn’t show his sharp teeth. “That hasn’t changed much.”

Maha deflated, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “Make yourselves comfortable. I think I might have some crackers.”

Aminah made Ling lay on the couch, and she was asleep within seconds.

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ask-healthy-light · 2 years ago

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Becoming Theirs

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and months into years. Every day, we spent time together, no longer just at midnight, and no longer just in the forest, but in public, where everyone could see. It was absolutely amazing, I finally had friends, and I remember telling the sisters that our friendship was almost magical. Somewhat ironic, now I think back about the future. Still, it was nice. No, nice doesn't even come close to describing it, because it was incredible, it was a euphoric feeling that I never wanted to lose. Even just being around the sisters made me smile. That isn't to say that I treated them anything less than they deserved, for they were my friends. My only friends, in fact, and I never treated them quite the same way others had done. Somehow, Celly and Lulu forgot to tell me they were Royalty, which was quite surprising. All this time, I thought they were nobles. I mean, I figured as much, from their regal appearance. But to think, while other stallions would open the door for them, and bow as they passed, I would sometimes tackle Luna for a play fight*.

The asterix referred to a small note at the bottom of the page, which read:

Just to make it clear, rough-housing was far more common and accepted back then.

I don't think they ever minded. Celestia especially liked it when I tackled her sister just to playfully wrestle with her, or to ruffle her hair, and she would beam with happiness just to see her sister be allowed some time to be silly. Luna, too, was very glad she had someone to talk to who wasn't her sister, or a random 'noble' stallion, who always just wanted to get into her bed. Apparently, random 'nobles' walking up, and trying to flirt with them was something that happened constantly. Mares and stallions alike would throw themselves at the sisters, which I got quite annoyed with. Even though I wasn't aware of it at the time, I admit, I got jealous whenever others tried to get their attention in any way they could. But I didn't know they weren't comfortable with this either. It got especially bad when others assumed they had the right to marry them and would treat them poorly, despite having known them for barely a few minutes. I admit, I may have gotten a little hooves-on, and I might have punched a couple of no-good 'nobles'. I often managed to leave them with fewer teeth, and sometimes even toothless if they were especially nasty, but I digress. For such a long time, I had no idea they felt the same way, though, as I got older, there were a few mares who tried to steal my attention. I can't really blame them, as they all seemed to be around the time that they were desperate for connection, a relationship, love, even. Stepping towards anyone even mildly interesting, like a Markless, or… any sentient being with a heartbeat, really… Fortunately, it never lasted long, and they would back off quickly when I politely made my intentions and interests clear. I guess that they didn't see themselves as a match to two gorgeous Alicorn Princesses who were very close to me. Although, being stared through by two powerful Princesses, even without any spoken words, also helped me with being left alone. In the end, I was ecstatic when I found out the feelings weren't one-sided. Looking back, I guess it should have been more obvious, but then again, I am very oblivious and as dense as stone sometimes. I always saw the way they looked at others, staring through them as if they weren't even there, either to ignore them, or to scare them off, as they did with the mares around me. I just never noticed their love-filled glances towards me. Written by: @thedumbguywithaheart43 Edited by: @jdeck306

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mesillusionssousecstasy · 2 years ago

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Gossip Girl Reboot 2x08: Quotes

- “Rise and shine, followers. They say the first 15 minutes of the morning can make or break any day. I suppose that depends on if you got up on the wrong side of the bed. Or perhaps you’re not getting out of bed at all these days. And to the early birds who managed to thrust themselves out into the world, I wonder what did you find?” (GG)

- “Always on the lookout for trends that feel timeless. And I’m usually so thorough with my background checks. (Luna) - My dating life isn’t the only thing I keep private.” (Romain??)

- “Were are my memes? (Monet) - Oh, they, uh, they exist. You don’t wanna see them though. Trust me. (Luna) - Okay. Well, now that you’re so visible, I’m back to being invisible, and it’s not fair. (Monet) - Who’s invisible? (Luna) - There she is slut-shamer!” (Student 1)

- “Uh, don’t we feel like forgery’s too far? Or...” (Aki)

- “The, uh, “traitors” section is in historical non-fiction.” (Audrey)

- “Then what was it? An optical illusion? Sorcery? (Audrey) - Sabotage. She saw your mom’s emails to the seamstress.” (Julien)

- “You know, people usually get arrested for doing this outside playgrounds. (Wendy) - And here we get paid. Your point?” (Kate)

- “Having it both ways. That always works out.” (Wendy)

- “Harvard’s all about connections, not just who you know, but who you can introduce them to.” (Kate)

- Oh, playing it both on and off the field now? (Wendy) - She doesn’t have to. It doesn’t have to be true. (Kate) - You’ve gone full Fox News. (Wendy) - Another DM from Audrey’s wicked stepmother. But it’s probably premium gasoline, so...” (Kate)

- “Well, if getting cancelled were fun, everyone would do it. Will you be the Andy to my Miranda Priestly just this once? (Luna) - Oh, honey, I’m already invisible. The best attribute for an assistant. And I would love a day away from this hellscape.” (Monet)

- “But hitting that first screening is... (Aki) - Your favorite tradition? I know. We do it every year, honey. (Audrey) - Yeah, but it’s Max’s first time. (Aki) - That’s a phrase I haven’t heard in years. (Max) - Well, in the spirit of the weekend, maybe leave the revenge plots to John Woo and Truffaut. Or Director Park. (Aki) - This is not about revenge. This is about redemption.” (Audrey)

- “Clearly, that’s still bothering you even though I told you I didn’t know who she was and was sad and lonely and, well, she is hot in a sadistic, Charlize-would-play-her way.” (Jordan)

- “Everyone knew what they were getting themselves into.” (Kate) - But you’ve changed it now. You’re... Well, you’re lying. Manipulating facts to sell stories. And worse, you’re addicted to it. (Jordan) - I can stop anytime I want. (Kate) - Said every addict everywhere. (Jordan) - I know what I’m doing. (Kate) - Prove it. Temporarily disable Gossip Girl, like you did when you got too close to the edge before. Take a couple days to get your head on straight.” (Jordan)

- “Partial credit. Shouldn’t you be thanking me? (Jessica) - For driving an even deeper wedge between me and my best friend?” (Julien)

- “For us both. I didn’t know you were coming to town. You could’ve at least called, Mami. (Luna) - Oh, mi amor. You know that I don’t love that word. Our relationship is not bound by rules of languages. Call me Lolo. And as for why I didn’t call... I’m swamped. Interview after interview. This trip has been all business, mi amor. Third on a call sheet is not a costar. That’s a day player.” (Dolores)

- “I should know better than to ask how you got these. (Zoya) - Just don’t run your finger across the ink for a bit, okay? You ready? Time to channel our Little Monster. (Shan) - Okay. Let me get this straight. You think Lady Gaga, Oscar Award winner and like mega superstar, is gonna want to help us with our little fight with an anonymous Instagram toll?” (Zoya)

- “Okay. So, what? We just wait here until she comes out? How are you gonna introduce us? (Zoya) - I think best when I force myself into fight or flight mode.” (Shan)

- “High school bullshit is so two years ago for me. It’s fine. It happens. It’s just, if you give that stuff too much energy, you end up missing out on things that actually matter. (Ingrid Lim) - Well, Audrey and Max matter to me. (Aki) - Of course, but so should you.” (Ingrid)

- “You had no choice, it’s your mother. And men can’t handle a pivot. Yet another reason I don’t date them.” (Monet)

- “I had no idea you two were related. (Eric) - Because she dropped Cruz so she can make a name for herself apart from me. Can you believe that?” (Dolores)

- “She’s jealous of you, Luna. (Monet) - What do you want me to do? I want you to stop dimming your light to make her feel better. She’s never going to respect you if you don’t stand up to her.” (Monet)

- “Maybe I could give her like... some book thing. A first edition Joyce Carol Didion or something. (Julien) - What? (Obie) - You can’t block someone on Goodreads, right? (Julien) - I cannot believe you just did that. You’re right. I’m not normally so involved in my one-week stands. This is our second week, though.” (Obie)

- “Thanks for meeting me. (Julien) - Since you roped Obie in, Dr. Menzies made me. Question. So, when you said you’d stay away from Jessica, did you think I meant Simpson or Alba or Chastain? (Audrey) - I only went to see her to tell her that I refuse to be associated with her any longer. Do I have your permission to do whatever it takes to do that?” (Julien)

- “No, you’re right. I didn’t. She did. Julien needs to learn that there’s consequences for her actions. (Audrey) - I thought you were choosing redemption over revenge? (Aki) - Why should I have to choose?” (Audrey)

- “These people get away with literal murder. You think they won’t kill a messenger? (Teacher) - They can’t if they don’t know who the messenger is. (Kate) - How much do you think Menzies would give me for your name? We are all underpaid and underappreciated. (Teacher) - She’s got a point. (AP teacher) - She has no points. She’s taking us in circles.” (Jordan)

- “The Foolian” is trending.” (Audrey)

- “Audrey and Max and I have this trip planned. (Aki) - Dud, who are you living for? You might be their partner, but are they yours? All I’m saying is you’re special, and if... if they can’t see that, at least you have to, right? Sorry. (Ingrid) - Sorry, uh, yeah. (Aki) - No. It was... It was wrong of me.I just wanted to do that last year, and I told myself I’d at least tell you, and instead of telling you.... (Ingrid) - No, it’s... it’s okay. (Aki) - I hope your partners do too.” (Ingrid)

- “I do have to admit, the bitch did look flawless on film. (Monet) - Well, she probably slept with the DP. (Luna) - What? (Monet) - My parents have an agreement so long as it benefits her lighting.” (Luna)

- “Harris cracked. You set me up? I was only trying to help you. But you never wanted that, did you? You just wanted to make me look bad. (Julien) - I asked you to stay out of my life, but you never listen. You always show up in the worst ways. I had to do something. Do you have any idea what right or wrong is anymore? You wanted her to step into that room and be around those people, those people who ruined her fucking life? (Audrey) - Those people includes your dad. And though he may not be the most gracious, or kind person right now, he’s... (Julien) - Selfish and cruel. He’s a lying, cheating thief. (Audrey) - Is this about me or you? (Audrey) - This is about us. (Julien) - You cannot fix everyone’s families just because yours is unfixable. Some people are just bad. You can’t see that by now? Or can you not since you’ve become one?” (Audrey)

- “Maybe we can pick her up a new heart. Hers no longer works. (Luna) - Waste of time. She’d only break it. (Grandma) - Why is she like this, Grandma? (Luna) - It’s her nature. Women are supposed to support one another, but your mother only sees them as threat. I tried to warn your papa, but he was in love. He went along with her plan for you, and look. (Grandma) - A plan for me? What do you mean?” (Luna)

- “I knew it would end up like this, with me forced to see a vision of myself I could never get back. (Dolores) - You sent me to live with Yoli, Mamá. You could’nt stand being around me. Understand you chose your ego over your family? I do understand that, Dolores. I always have. I wish I didn’t. But now I know something else too. Something I won’t keep to myself.” (Luna).

- “You lost. I know how it feels. I’ve done it a lot. (Jordan) - I didn’t lose. My victory just got delayed. (Kate) - Just what exactly does this victory mean to you? My best friend gets one more month to be a monster and then she gets her soul back.” (Jordan)

- “I just love the movies, don’t you? Two hours in the dark where you can forget who you are... and pretend to be whomever you choose. But it ends when the lights come on. That is, unless you’re Dolores De La Cruz. Looks like Lady De La Cruz has curated an image built entirely on lies.” (GG)

- “But she’s anonymous. You can’t defeat anonymous.” (Obie)

- “Leaving without saying goodbye? (Romain??) - I don’t remember you saying hello. (Luna) - You’re right. I owe you an apology. (Romain??) - And I owe you one. So we’re even. (Luna) - It didn’t seem like the right time to introduce you. (Romain??) - Doesn’t seem like the right time for anything. At least, not right now.” (Luna)

- “I know what you all want. You want me to tell you that people will eventually do the right thing. That they’ll come around and listen to their better angels, or maybe even right their wrongs. But what if I said there are no better angels? Only devils and deals and the space in between? And you know what they say about dancing with the devil. Prepare to get burned.” (GG)

- “After GG cancelled Monet, there was a subtle shift in my daughter. A thank you here, an air of heretofore unseen humility there, but tonight she walked into my study, hugged me... and told me she loved me. It appears Gossip Girl has achieved what I have failed to accomplish in 16 years. To instill respect. She succeeded. Going forward, I ask that you and the other teachers continue to share your insights with Gossip Girl. In return, you’ll receive cooperation from me, in any way you need.” (Camille de Haan)

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berrydoodleoo · 3 years ago

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If Ignis were himself, he would no doubt have counseled them against the trip, or at least proposed some kind of clever work around. Gladio would have loomed and grumbled, and then would have been the first to bow at Luna’s bedside with some courtly, if gruff, remark. But of course, Ignis wasn’t himself, and really, neither was Gladio. And Noctis knew it was all his fault.

But Prompto was insistent, and he was trying so hard to be himself and keep things light. He'd taken over Iggy’s duties of cooking and planning their trip, and still found time and energy to help Ignis activate the handicap settings on his phone while keeping up a steady stream of light-hearted chatter. Not to mention visiting Luna and helping out with the rescue and relief efforts. It was like watching someone do a ballet in a field full of giant boulders – three of which were named Ignis, Noctis, and Gladiolus – he just kept moving, kept dancing, and you almost couldn’t see the toll it was taking on him.

Almost.

So Prompto brought up visiting Luna’s hospital room again, as-if casually, mentioning that he’d had word from Weskham as to where she was currently hidden, and that he was sure he could get them in without being noticed by Imperial spies. And besides, Pryna had licked his hand when he’d visited last, which probably meant that Luna was going to wake up soon, any day now, and wouldn’t it be something if she woke up while Noct was there? A kiss from Prince Charming, eh?

Gladio had snorted, an ugly, mocking sound, and Prompto had stuttered to a halt, with an expression like his heart was breaking. Ignis had averted his face, just slightly. Shutting the whole world out. And Noctis had dredged up a voice (his own? someone else’s?) from the vise clamping his chest and said sure, Prom, let’s go.

And so they did.

Traveling the streets of devastated Altissia in Lucian royal black was probably unwise, but Prompto seemed to exude a notice-me-not aura that, in conjunction with the chaos still gripping the city, was enough to let them travel unmolested. They kept to the areas packed with refugees where possible, where everyone had their eyes glued to the screens announcing ferries and how long the current wait lists were (some were hours, most were days) instead of at each other. It did nothing for his nerves, which were a constant jangle, but at least no one stopped them. Or worse, shouted, hey, Prince Noctis!

The hospital was mostly intact, at least from the outside. Upon entering, it became clear that it had suffered a beating, either from Leviathan or the Imperial forces. The first level was still flooded, the polished marble turned treacherous by a thin layer of mud. The smell of mold competed with the smell of hospital bleach, and Noctis almost gagged.

There was a crowd here, too, too many people to fit in the emergency room reserved for the most critical cases. Noctis stood aside as Prompto shuffled about, standing on his toes, trying to find the best way forward without attracting too much attention.

A little kid with a bloody rag tied to his forehead stared at them. Noctis met his eyes and then regretted it, trying to look away and act casual. When he glanced up, the kid had wandered from his sleeping mother to stand beside them, still staring silently.

Prompto almost collided with the kid, and then did a double-take. “Hey!” he exclaimed quietly, and he sounded happy. “Stanford, my man!” He crouched, careful to keep the edges of his jacket out of the water. “How you doin’? Still waiting for a doctor, huh?”

Stanford – he must have been a few years younger than Talcott, too young to be so injured and haunted-looking – nodded, popping his filthy thumb into his mouth.

“Can I take a look, dude?” Prompto asked, gentle, touching the bandage on the child’s head. He nodded again.

It made Noctis’ eyes water, seeing how gentle Prompto was with the kid. He unwound the bandage and checked the wound beneath – the sight made Noctis wince – and produced some wrapped bandages and antiseptic wipes seemingly from his pocket (Noct felt the tug that meant they’d really come from the Armiger). He talked the whole time – man, those are cool shoes, I love chocobos, and how old are you again, dude? like, sixteen, right? or seventeen, you’re in high school, right – trying to coax some words out of him. Stanford was clearly listening, half-smiling at Prompto’s jokes, but was otherwise unresponsive.

He submitted to the cleaning with only a little tearyness. When he finally spoke, it wasn’t about anything Prompto had said.

“Do you have more magic potions?” he asked hopefully.

Prompto winced, shooting a quick glance at Noct. They’d agreed early on not to share their potions with people – it was too easy to trace them back to Noct, and Ignis was always concerned they would run out at the worst possible moment (which, to be fair, they had done so more than once).

“Not at the moment, little dude,” Prompto was jittering, hurrying to finish wrapping the bandage, “but uh, maybe later, I can, uh–”

Noctis reached into his back pocket and summoned a potion from the Armiger, the same trick Prompto had just pulled. It was weak – he just hadn’t been able to summon the magic for a proper Elixir once it was clear they wouldn’t help Ignis’ eyes – but it would help ward off infection and help with pain management. For a little while.

Stanford’s eyes lit up, and he started to snatch the glowing bottle from Noct’s hand. But then he hesitated. “For – for me?” he asked, staring up at Noct with the hugest eyes he’d ever seen.

“Yeah.” Noct tried to smile for him, extending the potion a bit further. “Of course.”

Stanford accepted the bottle, hugging it to his chest as if were a precious treasure. Now his eyes glowed with happiness, watching Noct, and he stood obediently still as Prompto finished retying the headband that kept his bandage in place. “Can I share it with my mom?” he eventually asked.

Noctis glanced at the sleeping woman, and wondered what was wrong with her. Was she injured, too, or just exhausted? “Yeah,” he said again. “Just don’t tell anyone else, okay?”

Would the woman even accept it, if her son told her he had a magic potion from a strange man? Well, maybe she would assume it came from a doctor, or that it was still the harmless bottle of (Noctis checked) apple juice it had started out as. Albeit glowing apple juice. Well, marketing, right? Maybe it wouldn’t seem too weird.

It was Stanford’s to do with as he chose. If he wanted to give it to his mom, or a total stranger, or pour it down the drain, Noctis wouldn’t stop him. He just didn’t have the energy.

Stanford’s eyes went even wider, but he nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said.

Brave little man. Noctis tried to smile for him again, moved his lips in the familiar gesture, and the kid tried to smile in return. If his own forced smile made him look as sad as Stanford’s did, Noctis mused, then it was no wonder people kept flinching away at the sight.

They found an un-monitored stairwell, the door blocked off with yellow tape. It quickly became clear as to why it was locked down – some tree branches and half a gondola were poking through the battered walls, tossed through marble and concrete by Leviathan’s rage. Worse, there were puddles of slimy water everywhere.

Prompto kept ahold on Noct’s arm – Noct realized he’d been doing that since they left their borrowed refuge in the Secretary’s home, as if Noct would drift away without the anchor – as they made their way up the stairs. “I don’t think he’s gonna keep it a secret, man.”

Noct had to blink himself back to the present. “Huh?”

“Stanford. With the potion.”

Noct shrugged. “Didn’t get the impression he was talking much.”

“Noct…”

“It’s not a big deal. We’ll be out of here soon.”

Prompto seemed deflated, guiding him up the stairs. “Yeah.”

Noct let himself be led. What did Prompto expect him to say? Maybe he wanted Noct to go back down the stairs and offer to help everyone else in the room. Give out their store of potions, grab some bottles of water and start enchanting those, too. Act like a king for once, instead of piece of luggage that had to be carted to and fro by people smarter and more capable.

“I just feel bad, you know?” Prompto said, his voice echoing a bit in the humid, smelly space. “I’ve never done anything to deserve you guys – traveling with you guys, using your magic, seeing the gods, I – I don’t deserve any of this – this magic, this specialness, I’m just –” He swallowed. “And then there’s kids like Stanford, and man, I just don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know anything.”

Noctis let his arm slide through Prompto’s grip until he could squeeze his hand. They paused, side-by-side as they sidled around a piece of crushed stairwell, and Prompto squeezed back. Hard.

Noct started feeling floaty once they left the stairwell. Parts of this floor were still in use, despite the damage and the flickering lights. But Prompto knew the way, avoiding the lighted areas, and led him to a dark hallway behind more yellow tape.

Noct felt his steps slowing. He and Prompto’s arms, connected by their held hands, stretched like a rope between two ships tugged in opposite directions. They reached a door, Prompto produced a key, and Noct thought he might faint. He pulled free of Prompto’s grip to lean against the wall, heart laboring, spots filling his vision.

Luna. Luna was on the other side. Once he saw her, it would all be real.

He needed more time. Time to get ready, time to be better, time to be the King she believed he was. All he could picture was her face – somewhere between the child he’d known and the woman he’d seen in official broadcasts – crumpling in disappointment, and the fact that it hadn’t happened (yet) did nothing to lessen the pain. Gods. Gods. He couldn’t do this. More time—

Prompto’s face appeared, looking worried and frantic, and then Noct was being hauled into the unlocked room despite his sluggish limbs. He heard the door shut behind them, closing them in safely. And when he opened his eyes, he was in Luna’s hospital room.

“Dude,” Prompto was whispering. “Breathe.”

Noct nodded.

“Breathe. Breathe.” Prompto pressed a quick, awkward kiss to his forehead. “Breathe. Just breathe.”

Noct breathed, or tried to breathe. When he opened his eyes, he could see Luna in her hospital bed, traced in appallingly bright sunshine, and he swayed again. Prompto caught him, held him up, held him in place. Just held him, really.

For a minute, he had the inane thought that Clarus and Gladio were on the other side of the door, and if they came in they would see Noct snuggling with Prompto and the game would be up. And then he remembered that Clarus was dead, that Gladio wanted nothing to do with him, and that this wasn’t his father’s hospital room, after the stroke that nearly claimed his life a year ago. Something about the smell, the beeping, the seafoam green of the curtains and blankets, must have taken him back. And his dad was dead, anyway, dead like Clarus, dead like Ignis almost was, dead like Luna almost is….

“I can’t do this,” Noct whispered, when Prompto backed off to give him a little space.

Ignis would have said, yes you can, Highness. Majesty. Gladio would have said, don’t give me that crap, you’re gonna do your duty if it kills us both. Luna would have said, none of us know what we can do until we do it, or fail trying. But I do believe in you, Noctis.

Prompto just whispered, “I know, man.” Noctis met his eyes, briefly, and the love and sorrow there stole his breath. “That’s why I’m here to help.”

Noctis glanced back, thinking of escape, about making excuses and stepping out, running away, back to the Secretary’s house and the room where Ignis and Gladio tip-toed around each other and the smothering silence. And then he swallowed, and squeezed Prompto’s hand, and nodded, meeting his eyes one more time.

“Let’s go,” he whispered, and Prompto led him forward, into the light.

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