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nugnthopkns · 4 years ago

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i know you get deja vu

word count: 1.4k

warnings: explicit fem!reader, cursing, it's mild angst up in this b

recommended listening: deja vu | olivia rodrigo

a/n: wrote this short little ditty while avoiding my adult responsibilities lmao. it is not great but i really like the premise, maybe one day i'll do something more with it

Your eyes have to be failing you.

There’s no way he showed up, let alone with another girl – who looks shockingly similar to you. She’s a more polished, more refined version of yourself, and anger bubbles in your stomach the moment you see him walk through the door with her in tow.

When your parents informed you they’d invited Pierre-Luc to your graduation party you shrugged it off. Their reasoning was he’d been a large part of your college experience, and it was sound enough logic. You stumbled across him in a coffee shop during your freshman year and quickly fell into a romance that lasted until a few months ago. The breakup was rather brutal, though your family doesn’t know that, so you didn’t expect him to stop by your parents’ house to congratulate you on completing your degree.

Much to your distaste he does make an appearance, with who you presume to be his new girlfriend. You don’t want to stare at the pair, but you can’t help it – they look good together, possibly better than you and Pierre did. However, you notice that the young woman has on a dress that’s identical to one hanging at the back of your closest. Pierre had bought it for you when you accompanied him to France one offseason, and the thought of him replicating the trip with her crosses your mind.

Finding it too much to be in the same room as him, you excuse yourself from a conversation with some of your father’s business partners and grab your sister by the elbow on the way into the sunroom.

“What’s the matter with you?” She grumbles, upset you pulled her away from a conversation with a boy she has a tiny crush on.

“He’s here,” you whisper shout, doing your best to inconspicuously point to the culprit of your dampened spirits.

“Who?”

“Luc.”

Her expression softens, and it’s clear she feels sorry for you. “Shit. I didn’t think he was actually going to show up.”

You let out a rather strangled laugh. “Me either, but he’s here and I don’t know what to do.”

The two of you stay tucked inside for a few more moments, deriving a plan that gets your ex-boyfriend off the premises as fast as possible without him seeing you. She heads outside first, making sure to grab one of your cousins who’s obsessed with hockey on her way. Together they make a beeline for Pierre, who is beyond excited to catch up with your family. You slip through the door and into a conversation with some fellow graduates in the back corner of the yard. It isn’t interesting, just about future plans, but it keeps you occupied. You’re careful to keep you back turned and your voice low – anything to keep your existence inconspicuous.

Your sister keeps Pierre-Luc busy, chatting to him about how the playoffs went and what his goals for the offseason are. A small crowd gathers around him, mostly just extended family members who haven’t seen him in a while, and he indulges their questions with a kind smile. You can tell your luck is running out, that he’s finally going to spot you in the crowd and rush over to say whatever he came here for. The fates are cruel, and at that moment your mother calls everyone into a circle for a toast.

“I want to thank you all for coming,” she says, pulling you to stand beside her. You can tell Pierre is looking at you, but you avert your eyes and look anywhere but him. Your mother continues talking. “We’re incredibly proud of our daughter for completing her degree, and we can’t wait to see what she does next. If you’re here, we appreciate the role you played in her success. To Y/N!”

Your name is chanted like a chorus, and your eyes meet Pierre’s as he raises his glass. The intensity of his stare makes you blush, and you bury your head into your father’s shoulder, playing it off as being overcome with emotion. More toasts ensue, including one where you thank everyone for their continued support, and then the cake is cut. You try to slip inside, praying that Pierre-Luc and his date will leave, but the devil himself grabs your elbows as you open the back door.

“Congratulations,” he says softly, accent thicker then the last time you heard his voice. You can’t lie to yourself – he looks good. The sunshine has done wonders for his skin, and the tattoos peeking out from his shirt sleeve look new.

“Thank you.”

You offer nothing more to the conversation, which clearly upsets him, but he doesn’t do anything other than knit his brows together. It makes sense that you wouldn’t want to speak to him since the last time you did was the screaming match that ended your relationship. You go to make your exit, but the small girl hanging off Pierre’s side speaks.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” she smiles. “I’m Maisie. Luc talks about you a lot.”

“Pardon?” You’re caught off guard. Why would he talk about you to his new girlfriend?

The man in question shifts uncomfortably, like he’s going to get caught in a lie. “Yeah, it’s so nice that you guys are still friends.”

There it is. Saying that you split amicably is probably the only way he could convince her to attend this stupid party in the first place. “Ah,” you sigh, “Well not everyone is afforded the same luxury.”

Against your better judgement, you compliment her dress. Maisie thanks you graciously, explaining that Pierre bought it for her and once he’s cleared to leave Columbus they’ll be taking a trip to France, with a pit-stop in Portugal because she’s never been. Your insides churn, but you manage to keep a glaringly fake smile plastered on your face. The conversation shifts, and you find out that she also studies English Literature and expects to graduate next year. You laugh off all the coincidences, but it’s obvious to you and Pierre-Luc that Maisie is a substitute for the person who came before her.

“Why don’t you go get us some drinks babe?” Pierre asks, and the girl skips away after reaching on her tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

You fiddle nervously with the hem of your dress, anxious to be alone with him. “It isn’t what it looks like,” he starts, but you cut him off.

“It’s exactly what it looks like Luc, and don’t you fucking dare say otherwise.”

He lets out a defeated sigh. “So what if it is? I think it’s glaringly obvious that I still love you.”

No shit you think, but you bite your tongue and say something more respectable. “I’d say so. She’s exactly like me, but hopefully she won’t mind being asked to put her whole life on hold.” There’s a bite to your tone that you can’t help, but it sets Pierre-Luc on edge.

“You can’t still be fucking on about that.”

You’re seeing red now, irate that he is still choosing to minimize your emotions. “I am! Because you asked me not to continue school, which is something I explicitly told you I wanted to do, just so I could be a more conventional NHL girlfriend. And then you broke up with me when I said I wouldn’t do it.” You inhale a deep breath before continuing. “I hope you have fun with Maisie in France. You should take her to that little café we went to, in Bordeaux, where we ate so much food we couldn’t walk back to the hotel. And I hope that every time she looks at you like you hang the moon, you remember that you’re recycling our entire relationship because you let it fall apart at the seams.”

Perhaps your emotions got the best of you, because the look on Pierre-Luc’s face is nothing short of shock. You’re taken aback too – your parents raised you better than to say hurtful things, but seeing him again brought up a myriad of things you hadn't yet dealt with. Without another word, you spin on your heel and head inside, slamming the door behind you. It shouldn’t upset you this much, after so many months, but for a reason you’re unwilling to admit to yourself it does.

You sit in the bay window of your childhood bedroom, wrapped in a blanket even though it’s the beginning of summer, and watch as Pierre-Luc presses a kiss to her forehead before thanking your parents for inviting him one last time. Just like him, every relationship you have for the rest of your life will be an attempt to replicate the love you had for Pierre – a never-ending circle of deja vu.

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drkcnry67 · 4 years ago

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Dance with me?

A/N: @obxmermaid this is day 15 omg thank you for the opportunity to make christmas stories this year. im honored that i can expand my writing fandoms. today we find that its before owls, before christmas feast, before their relationship was out in the open. this is the formal, this is the hogwarts winter formal. draco and Yn are not yet a public couple but this night Draco takes the courage to ask YN to dance and no one asks questions cause all cards and rivalry’s are off the table during the dance and for that day. so this is what looks like a friendly dance between a guy and a girl. but it is so much more than that.

pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

prompt: snowball fight/ winter formal

mentioning @sweetness47

25 days of hogwarts

the yule ball, or in some cases what would be known as a winter formal is one of the most sacred events hogwarts has the honor of throwing every 2 years. its a grand event some people have their gowns and tuxes picked out months or years ahead of the event.

but you had no gown yet for the gown you wanted was in london at a shop you had passed by so many times and the last time you did you saw a halter peacock teal floor length gown. it took your breath away.

this was the gown you wanted but alas you had no time at that moment to get it. a few days before the ball you were watching the entire dorm obsess over their gowns, choosing hair and makeup. but you and draco hadnt even discussed going to the ball.

or at least what would happen at the ball. but meeting draco for your session a few days before the formal, you were distracted and draco could tell.

Draco: something on your mind love.

YN: the formal is in 2 days and well we cant go as a couple no one outside of our friends know, and what if people ask questions.

Draco: so we wont show up together but the formal is a chance for everyone to forget the rivalry’s and grudges and hard feelings are off the table. no one will ask questions if i ask you to dance. and whats better is this will be the first of many dances to come i hope.

yn: i just wish i could walk in with you on my arm and not have to worry about a thing.

Draco: i know what you mean but it will hopefully show the professors that even our rivalry can be put aside when it matters.

YN: i hope so. i need a dress though.

Draco scribbles out a quick fire message and sends it off...

YN: what was that about...

Draco: trust me you will thank me later... just promise me you will have the time of your life at the formal besides we will dance and no one will say anything... besides i look forward to the end of the party, where you and i meet in the courtyard to just watch the stars and hide away for a kiss, all before returning to the charade and our dorms.

YN: so basically you have the entire night planned out.

Draco: more or less yes... now go you need to have energy for tomorrow. get some rest my love. go before you fall asleep on my lap.

YN: i guess your right, i will see you tomorrow in class...

you walked out of the tower and back to your dorm. where you collapsed on the bed as hermione walked in.

Hermione: so how was your tutoring tonight cuz?

YN: it was fine... we talked about the formal... he has the entire night planned out but then i told him that i didnt have anything to wear. and before you say it cuz, its fine i mean im sure he will dance with me whether im in a pretty dress or my uniform.

Hermione: i know we are gonna look killer at the formal or we are gonna fail trying to have a fun night. now what about your wardr... Oh My God! cuz get over here a box with a bow on it just showed up at the entrance.

you get up off the bed and run over to the entrance where Hermione was gawking at the box.

YN: OMG what could be in such a large box...

Hermione: well lets get it inside and happily look at this mystery package.

YN: i think i might know who this is from... but yes lets get it inside before we do anything else with this.

it was your own mind putting draco’s mysterious fire message with the sudden appearance of this box. the timing of it all was far too coincidential, but never the less you looked forward to whatever lay inside this box.

You set it on your bed, you ran your fingers over the box, tracing the bow, tracing the box outline. this was when your cousin noticed an envelope on top of the box tucked under the ribbon.

Hermione: maybe that envelope will explain better as to whats inside and possibly who its from...

you grab the envelope and open it, its a list of what is inside the box as well as instructions.

“this box contains the following items: - A-Line Scoop Neck Floor-Length Chiffon Prom Dresses With Beading Sequins in Ink Blue, - navy blue Faux Fur Fashion Wrap, -a custom bracelet in rose gold, -a gold Beautiful Rhinestone/Alloy Headband & - Black Women's Leather Suede Heels Latin With Ankle Strap. do not open this box until the day of the formal. you will look beautiful. save me a dance or several.. love always Draco”

you sat back on the bed and smiled lightly as you tucked the box under your cousin’s bed and hid the note in your dresser, you giggled yourself to sleep that night. for you knew the next 2 days would be torture till the day of the formal anyway.

you were the one person in this entire school who would ever take the dance not seriously. you were the only one whose heart would not allow you to fall in love with a person who did not share your heart.

you woke the next morning to the sound of your alarm. you went to the closet and pulled out your uniform putting it on and grabbing your cloak before heading out of the room with your wand in your sock.

YN (to self): i hope this doesnt mess up anything, tomorrow is gonna be a happy day. the next day is the formal, and I have the opportunity to show this school that even those who are rivals can become chill even in the midst of the old laws. i need to get to class so that way no one suspects anything.

you made it to potions and smiled slightly as hermione was sitting beside your seat. draco had followed you inside. you knew that hermione could feel the happiness flowing out from you.

You were the one person that Hermione could trust and likewise her for you. But it was now to your surprise that she passed you her notebook with a few simple words on it.

"Draco won't stop glancing at you. His pupils dilate when he stares at you. It's like he is mentally undressing you or something..."

You reply back with a simple phrase.

"he I'm sure is just removing a few layers, back to when we were in london and we went swimming in a private pool. We made out for hours. Now we will discuss this later."

you slid her back her notebook and both of you paid attention as snape decided to begin his lesson with a pop quiz type thing, you and hermione being the 2 smartest witches in the room decided to let the other students have a chance to answer the questions.

Snape: yn tell me what is the common use of wolfsbane?

YN: wolfbane used to sedate or subdue a werewolf. it is also known as acanite or commonly found in the form of a blue flower, it is in some cases a rare find.

Snape: and how exactly does one give wolfsbane to the werewolf?

YN: it has to be while its human, most times wolfsbane is used to snuff out the werewolves in human form before its too late.

snape: i would like each of you to take one of these flowers and for the next class prepare to brew me some wolfsbane if you wish to pass. now before the end of class today copy down the board, we will be studying wolfsbane for the next week.

you went to your notebook and copied down the board. it was very distracting when you knew your boyfriend was stealing glances at you... this made it very hard to concentrate.

you wrote a note on your notebook and slid it to your cousin...

“im getting antsy, cuz i am really anxious...”

she replied with the typical responce.

“dont worry girl, im sure you both will have your alone time later... think about it this way, in 2 years you will be able to marry and there will be nothing anyone can say to stop you.”

you had to internally laugh...

“me married can you imagine that... god if i know much more about that than you do... by the way i am so nervous to see what is in that box... like what if it doesnt bring the correct appeal...”

you sighed as your cousin wrote her responce.

“chill girl, your gonna rock that formal... now finish your notes so you can get out of here and be with your man.”

You smiled as you finish your notes and wait for Snape to dismiss the class. You stared at the ceiling for a few moments trying to keep a cool head.

Snape: alright those who finished the notes can leave a few moments early, those who haven't you have 5 minutes to finish those notes.

You and Hermione got up and walked out of the class, you walked by where Draco was sitting you had used a slight of hand to slip him a note.

You knew he would read it after class, you also knew he would thank you for it later. But you and Hermione took off and walked back to the court yard.

Where you both parted ways you both had picked a random slot for your separate ways. You were off to the quidditch tent to prep for the upcoming Christmas match, Hermione headed to divination.

You were one of those few captains who would take half a period out of your entire day to spend it preparing for a match that was a week and a bit away.

You had to come up with a strategy that would knock your match out of the water. you could feel something strange something abnormal as you stood in the tent.

the earth began to quake, the tent came down on your head before you could move out of the way.... you were covered in tent, and one of the tent pole was on you too heavy to move.

you held your wand up...

YN: periculum!

you sent the sparks and then passed out. you knew someone would possibly come find you. you had to have faith, you had too believe that one person above all others would see it.

meanwhile, hermione had bumped into draco in the hall on the way to divination, she told draco that she last saw you in the courtyard... draco and hermione then saw the sparks. both of them went to find any professor they could cause that was the rules.

they ended up spying mcgonigal, running up to her in a hurry they approach her with the news of the sparks.

mcgonigal: miss granger, mr malfoy come with me we will investigate this immediately.

the 3 of them hastely rushed toward the sparks, seeing the collapsed tent on arrival, mcgonigal waves her wand and sets the tent right, they all went inside and foudn you there after.

mcgonigal transported herself plus you draco and hermione to the hospital wing. madame pomfry immediately got involved, she was pushing everyone back... but the only person who had to leave was minerva.

hermione and draco now remained in the room to wait whether and when you would wake. your body had gone into a state of shock, the pole had bruised you a bit and thanks to the miracle potion that madame pomfry had administered to you, you were healing nicely.

hermione: come on girl, come on we still have to rock this formal, come on please wake up come on cuz... we both need you to wake up.

draco: don't you dare leave me, you can't, we haven't had any time. Come on YN wake up, open your eyes. We need to have our day in the sun! I need you to open your eyes so we can live our future together our way.

Madame pomfry heard what Draco said deciding not to say anything she just came back round to your bed side and administered a second dose of medicine.

Madame pomfry: take a bed each of you. Get some sleep, you both will be alerted first when she wakes. Try not to worry she will pull through she is a extraordinary girl.

Draco took a bed near you, Hermione took one on the other side of you. They wanted to be the first people's you saw when you woke up.

They tossed and turned but eventually both fell asleep. it was 8 hours later that an announcement rang through the school...

Minerva: attention students the quidditch field is off limits due to an investigation of recent events. someone brought the tent down on ravenclaw Yn. note that the perpetrator who is responsible if a student will be immediately expelled and sent to the ministry to await trial. we take this seriously. please be sure to make good notes for your fellow classmate as she is soon recovered in the hospital wing thanks to madame pomfry, classes go on as scheduled and the formal is still happening, thank you for your attention.

both draco and hermione sat up a few moments after at the sound of your groans. they both looked at you in time for you to open your eyes.

hermione: YN...

Draco: YN... your ok!

madame pomfry walked in at that moment as well to see you sit up.

Madame Pomfry: YN your awake wonderful how are you feeling.

YN: like i was hit by a unexpected brick wall what happened?

madame pomfry: you were found under the collapsed quidditch tent, you were brought to me bruised and unconcious. these 2 were among those who found you. you are pretty lucky you werent seriously injured. your bruising has gone down, you will stay in here for a few more hours then you can go back to your dorm. it is my recommendation that you get plenty of rest and then you go to the formal tomorrow and take it easy... your cousin will be allowed to stay with you tonight so she can make sure you get the rest you need.

now that madame pomfry had come to see you hermione got off the cot she slept on and came to hug you... you flinched a bit but returned her embrace, Draco approached from the other side and touched your shoulder.

hermione let go of you as she went to madame pomfry and began asking her for a written report for hermione to deliver to professor McGonagall. while both hermione and madame pomfry werent looking Draco came to sit on the edge of your bed, he smiled lightly...

Draco: you are awake. i was so worried about you.

YN: strange thing is i dont recall the tent coming down. i remember being in there working on my strategy for the christmas exhibition match, when the earth shook and thats when everything went dark. i wasnt even done when everything happened. i am so sorry i worried you.

Draco: you are such a brave girl, im very lucky to have you on my arm and by my side. i love you YN.

YN: i love you too. now go do me a favor and take a shower and change your robes. no offense my love but you need to take a shower.

Draco: i will take your advice... ill see you in a while. and ill have your homework...

Draco took his leave to go take a shower and change his robes before class. he went to class but his mind was not completely there. the professors had already gathered a stack of notes for you, so while draco attended the classes he couldnt focus. that was not a good thing, especially for his grades.

but the professors understood, for they all knew he clearly had other things going on, for at this time you and draco were out to the school. no one questioned why draco wasnt fully paying attention, they just hoped you would be okay.

a few hours passed, hermione brought you your casual dress to get you back to the dorm. as your fellow students watched you and hermione walk back to the dorms. you smiled slightly at draco who just watched you in passing like any normal rivalry.

the next few hours were spent with different people coming in to do different shifts of watching you, helping you, taking care of you. finally it was the tutoring time. you were told to be on bed rest, but when hermione didnt return to the dorm you figured she had arranged something.

Draco knocked at the door before he entered. once he came into view he was entranced by how stunning you looked sitting there, with your pet cat in your lap. (*yes okay yes i realize that this is the first time i mention the reader’s pet... sue me i forgot about that part till just now.*)

YN: hey.

Draco: i brought you the notes and stuff from classes. YN i feel so awful about what you went through i....

thats when you placed your finger to his lips this shut him up immediately.

YN: its not your fault, there was nothing you could have done. i went to the tent it was my choice. please i dont want you to blame yourself for what happened. lets just focus on the formal. now i want to thank you for the box... and before you say that it isnt from you or that you have no idea what im talking about. the magic signature on the card on the box belonged to you love. i havent looked inside, but i know that when i show up at the formal im gonna look absolutely smashing.

Draco: i have to use the money my father sends me somehow, so i went to the shop, and i picked everything out with the measurements that i got from hermione of course. plus it matches us a bit... anyway, here are the notes i had a few questions i knew you could help me solve. snape wants me and you to be among the first to brew the wolfsbane. he says it will be a easy task or at least for you it will be. he also said that you need to submit your formula on wolfsbane by fire message before the end of the day.

You quickly did that as Draco said it, he looked at you with curious concern in his eyes. he stayed with you for a few hours explaining what happened in the classes you missed. handing you the assignments, letting you explain what he didnt understand.

*TIME SKIP: the rest of that evening went by pretty quick, you spent time tutoring Draco, who left when your cousin walked back into the room. you were now spending time chattering with her over the hair styles for the formal the next day. well you and hermione got an early sleep for the next day would sure be a busy one. now we go to the showers where you have just arrived to stretch out and begin your day.*

you were in your stall, mulling things over under the hot water. your brain swimming with thousands of thoughts, ones that made you begin humming, something you do quite often and in different situations you hum different songs. in this case it was something celtic something haunting some sort of ancient melody that haunts your very soul.

your hum echoed through the castle. no one could figure out where the sound was coming from except your cousin. for she had heard you hum that tune many numerous times before.

Hermione: so you thinking again?

you snapped out of your hum, for you had not realized that another person could have walked into the room, never mind your own cousin.

YN: just got some butterflies about tonight... H what if this doesnt go the way we think it will...

Hermione: well cuz if you think about it this way, people will expect the rivalry to still take place during the event no one will expect the rivalry to be non existant during the event. to see 2 people who arent normally friends acting like friends even if for one night will do us all proud. now hurry up so we can go open the box to see what your man gave you...

YN: ah yes thank you for reminding me cuz, thank you for giving draco the information he needed to get these things for me.. i appreciate it a ton.

Hermione: no to worry cuz you are gonna look beautiful. now hurry up or you will look like a prune...

you finished cleaning up, you dryed off and wrapped up in your housecoat to go back to your dorm. twas the only way you were comfortable. your cousin right beside you both of you discussing your hair and what the hell you would do with it.

Hermione and you now sat in your dorm and just stared at the box between you both, the blue box that had tormented you for 2 days now sat between you ready for the unveiling of what lay inside.

you removed the note and slowly undid the ribbon binding the box shut. you reached down to ope the lid, the first thing you saw was the dress, picking it up you stood spinning around holding the dress against your form.

YN: remind me to thank him for this...

hermione: oh im sure just wearing this tonight will thank him enough for this. now come on lets see what else is in here…

you lay the dress over your cousins lap as you reach into the box and pull out a fashion wrap…

YN: isnt this basically just a cape?

Hermione: yes it is but we dont speak of that… lol it is nice and it looks like it goes in matching with the dress.

you lay that as well over your cousins lap and pull out a small bag.

YN: wnder what this is…

Hermone: well it must be valuable in order to require its own packaging inside of packaging,

you ope the baggie to reveal a custom bracelet.

Hermione: ive seen those before, you can get it engraved with whatevr you want particularly used for couples.

you flip it over and look at the enraving, “Yn & Draco always and forever 08-22”

you smiled ear to ear, little giggles left your lips, happily of course as you attached the bracelet to your wrist. once it was attached you reached into the box to pull out the next item again another baggie a bit bigger than the last. you opened it to reveal a gold headband.

YN: so he is gona treat me like a queen

Hermione: at least i dont have to worry about you.

YN: but you still will anyway cause thats just how you are cuz!

hermione: come on girl whats the last thing in the box.

You reach into the box and pull out a pair of leather strap short heals and smile.

Hermione: lets become fabulous. cause we all know thats a crime in itself but we have 5 hours before we have to be there for presentations and plus the rivals have the first dance as is in the announcement this year.

you had forgotten that the ministry had made that announcement… since fudge was supposed to make an appearance at the dance. He wanted to see the rivals of the school have the honor of first dance. It was a new tradition and would remain so for generations to come.

First was to get dressed. You went behind the change cover, you put on your strapless and a nice pair of seamless bottoms. You were now ready for the dress, but you realized that there was a bra built into the dress already. Well at least into one part of it. ****A/N: yes i know that this wasnt mentioned but the dress that im describing is a two piece, it was one i had done my research on and liked the way it looked in the color scheme i was using for this story. Okay back to the story.****

You removed your strapless as now you knew you didnt need it. You pulled on the skirt fiestas to make sure that you were good in that department. You kinda did a half twirl and then put on the top, well you couldnt do it up as the zipper was at the back.

YN: hey cuz, can you zip me up?

Hermione: a zipper… how does it look

YN: its a 2 piece… its in my house color, its soft fabric it feels soft against my skin.

Hermione: well come out and hold yourself in place.

You stepped out from behind the shield and watched your cousin turn around in her dress. You both squealed in happiness for it made you both happy to know that you both looked amazing! Hermione did your top up and both of you stood side by side in the mirror.

Hermione: cuz we need to photo shoot this in the mirror, we are still sure of this plan, we are so certain that this is the night the school will accept the possibility of a union between you and draco. I mean when are you guys planning to tell everyone about your relationship anyway.

YN: no idea, it hasnt been discussed to much, we know we need to tell everyone we just dont know when or how. But when we do it will be a big event. Alright on a different note ive set the mirror to do the photo shoot of us its taking 5 very precisely timed shots. So lets wing it. Nice one first so we can duplicate it and send it to our folks then we go from there.

Pose 1: normal, side by side and looking your best.

Pose 2: charlies angels, missing an angel but smiling anyway

Pose 3: the shocked first look in outfit (hermione shocked at seeing you)

Pose 4: parting the sea, back to back looking away

Pose 5: and finally the hug it out moment

You went round to the window to stare down at the world, the school looked all decorated for the formal and the sound of people gathering around the grounds, the concorse full of people and visitors. You strapped on your shoes and your cousin finished your hair and applied your wrap.

you wondered how the night would look, you wondered if anyone would question the less amounts of tension between you and Draco.

You wondered alot of things but a knock at the door brought you back to earth. You turned to see Harry and Ron standing at the door.

Harry: wow, ladies you both look amazing!

You and Hermione smile as Harry hands you something from minerva

Yn: it's professor McGonagall she wants to see me, says it's of great importance.

Hermione: that's okay I'll walk down with the boys. Go go…

You walk out of the room and go as fast as possible without tripping and falling to where you knew the professor would be.

Minerva: ah YN you look lovely..

Yn: thank you professor, I got your note you wanted to see me.

Minerva: yes as you may have heard by now this year the Minister of magic is attending the formal as a honored guest, he has requested that you and Mr malfoy be honored guests as your rivalry is legendary as well as you and Mr malfoy will be receiving something special from the minister. He wants to commend you both on jobs well done this year. Your main task for the dance is to start the dancing off, now i know that you are a little sensitive YN so if you need a minute to process this before we make the announcement and before your fellow classmates begin to gather.

YN: ya could i actually have a minute… where do i enter from?

Minerva: you will enter from the right side of the staircase, mr malfoy will enter from the left, just be there and ready for the announcement.

You went round to the right side of the staircase and began pacing, letting your brain sort itself out to be able to go out there and not kiss Draco in front of everyone.

To not run straight into his arms, to be able to just be a boy and a girl with no connection other than their rivalry for one night.

That Un be known to you would be the case on this night you would be just a girl, and Draco would just be a boy who would be spending time together during the formal.

Draco (to self): OK tonight can not go wrong, it's just one night to be just a boy and just a girl. I know she is probably nervous but she will be her normal brilliant self, i will be charming and pleasant and this evening will take the rivalship between me and YN to an 11. I hope she isnt overthinking things.

You on the other side of things were overthinking everything that could go right and everything that could go wrong. You were also talking to yourself and pacing and borderline freak out.

YN(to self): i cant do this, i can do this… what am i saying tonight is gonna go horrible… something is gonna mess this night up and screw up the entire eco system that is a almost 2 year secret… i wonder what it would be like if draco and i were out to the school and the public eye as a couple… what am i saying that would be a disaster. The ministry, the school, my parents, his parents, our friends, everyone would reject us… we would end up living as muggles for the rest of our lives, we would be exiled from the wizard records, we would have our legacy dragged through the dirt or worse.

That's when you heard Dracos voice in the wind.

Draco: don't stress babe, I'll be right by your side the entire time, trust me babe… Then we will happily go outside for some air later. Now let's get ready… and don't worry about a thing love.

Thats when you had calmed down a bit more, and listened to mcgonigal speak.

Minerva: settle down everyone, before we all enter the great hall, it gives me great pleasure to introduce 2 people who im sure need no introduction, their rivalry is legendary amongst the entire student body. The minister himself asked that these 2 be given a very special entrance, ladies and gentlemen to kick off tonights winter formal i proudly present YN and Draco.

That was yours and Dracos cues to walk out from cover and down the stairs. All eyes were on the 2 of you as you both united in the center between the 2 staircases.

Draco: in all my years at hogwarts never have I ever been so lucky in all I do, for my rival and I we know that we will make hogwarts proud in all we do and one day who knows maybe we will end up teaching here as well one day. But our rivalry won't end with graduation or parting for one final time. You all shall hear of our rivalry far and wide as we continue the rivalry even outside of hogwarts. Sorry for the speech slur but I figured on behalf of all of us we should make a statement.

Draco then held his arm for you to take. That you did and both of you walked the rest of the steps together, the only person who you both stopped to acknowledge was the minister.

Fudge: in all my time as minister for magic, i have never seen 2 people who just go from rivals one minute to just pleasant normal students, almost like the bond of your rivalry has brought you both closer together. Tell me YN did you ever see yourself and mr malfoy here being friends maybe.

YN: i honestly can say no i have not seen that possibility but there is an ever changing future and i look forward to seeing what it may hold, if per chance one day this rivalry of ours becomes obsolete we will im sure become the best of friends, as long as that would be viewed as a good thing in the eyes of the ministry of course.

Fudge: friendship is never an issue… now let the formal commence, music…

You and draco walk onto the dancefloor, you both had not danced outside of the astronomy tower before you both were unsure of how to act.

Draco placed one hand on your waist and one hand on your hand. The music started and you both began to move with the music, but no one would be able to hear your conversation….

Draco: you look wonderful tonight…

YN: thank you, i mean it wasnt hard to figure out who sent these wonderful items, but that was also a given considering we talk one minute about the formal and the fact i didnt have anything to wear and the next minute there is a mysterious box with a note saying that the dress and stuff was in the box made me smile. I figured it out when i saw the box, before i read the note.

Draco: was it that obvious?

YN: yes it was but thats ok, cause i know that tonight we arent rivals, we are just 2 people who happen to be a big part of the school and its events. I honestly didnt know that this was what we had to do till i got mcgonigals note.

Draco: well tonight will be special i promise.

YN: ill hold you to it.

Draco just smiled as more people joined you on the dancefloor, after a few songs you and Draco went to get something to drink. You both picked a table and sat down beside eachother, so as to have a civizled conversation.

Draco: any plans to go home for break?

YN: nope, as far as my parents are concerned i am staying at the school and just helping minerva… its not like i have much at home anyway. I mean sure my parents are there and they love me but i dont want to go home, see my parents start getting back into my home life routine and then have to come back to hogwarts… its just too hard. Thats why i stopped going home for break, thats why i stay here and help the professors keep the school over break.

Draco: well what would you say if i stay here as well over break… think of it as we are on one continuous date for 2 weeks.

YN: now that i would enjoy. But i think we should tell the school… somehow… someway… but we shouldnt wait too much longer, we dont know what the consequences will be…

Draco: i know you are right… i…

Just as he was about to speak again the minister came up to both of you pulling up a seat beside you…

Cornielious: having a good time tonight…

YN: yes we are minister thank you… we were just discussing what the tutoring schedule will look like over the next bit before our owls and winter break.

Draco: are you having a good time minister?

Cornielious: its like nothing has changed at hogwarts, this party is fantastic, it is a good time, it also gives me a break from my work at the ministry.. Oh YN your mom and dad said to say hi… i have them checking into a few strange occurrences for magic bursts.

YN: well you certainly picked the right people for the job, i know my parents well enough to know that they wont quit a case if there are no leads… as my mom always the hardest case is the easiest case for the answer is staring you in the face.

All 3 of you start laughing as the music changes again and one student exclaims…

Student A: its snowing!!!

All the students continued to dance as the music changed to more slow songs, you and draco decided to try to slow dance again. But no one would have predicted the scene that would happen about quarter way into the dance.

You were having a small convo with draco and he decided to kiss you on the cheek. No one else noticed, your cousin however smart and brilliant for she non vocally slowed time a bit to the point of you and draco could recover and pretend that it didnt happen.

But a few students and teachers noticed… this made you go bright red, you backed away from Draco and turned to run through the crowd, grabbing your cape and going out the doors down the stairs and into the rose garden.

Time resumed but no one said anything, all they saw was you running out of the great hall and draco standing in the center of the dance floor. Hermione started to move toward the door but saw draco run after you… he realized he made a mistake. She went to explain to the professors what happened and the dance was resumed.

Draco followed your footprints and got into the maze… he located you in the center of the maze, he was very careful to approach. But you were already aware that he had followed you.

YN: no need to be cautious, i know you are there…

Draco came fully round the corner and became visible as he appeared in front of you.

Draco: im so sorry about that in there love. It was… well i just…. I mean…

YN: its okay i understand what happened… heat of the moment and all. But as my cousin has told me telepathically of course is that she has spoken to those who saw this happen and she told them that it was nothing special. It was just a simple slip of the moment. But she harry ron and crab and goyle all know the truth… one day we will tell the rest of the students and the professors but for now…

Thats when he threw a snowball at you… well now he had started something, this fight went on for a few moments before you realized that he was close enough to you & that you guys were still alone and that no one would know if you shared a moment under the falling snow…

YN: tonight just being normal was amazing! Thank you so much for this…

Draco: there is one more thing i feel like we should do… one thing that we are gonna do to remember this moment, how we looked on the floor and for anyone that wants a memory of tonight, i know i will and i know our friends will but we also need to start making memories for our children to see one day… so here is one for the history books...

You didnt have time to respond before he kissed you. the snow falling on your faces and the calm night air made this night even better to just be there together.

~to be continued~

#obxmermaidholiday

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thehoodsweetheart · 5 years ago

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Twin Flames.

A/N: This is something that popped up in my mind. I was feeling a little uninspired lately but knew I wanted to get some type of content out. Tell me what you guys think. Should this be something I continue? I hope it’s not total crap.

Summary: Sometimes you can’t shake a person, no matter how much you try to let go. However, you hand can be forced. This is the case with Isis and Erik. (I don’t want to give up too many details).

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: ??? There are none. I write for Black audiences, Black women in particular. My main characters are Black and that’s that on that. Isis is and will remain a Black woman.

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Isis sat perched up in the middle of her oxblood colored crushed velvet couch legs folded beneath her as she diligently clicked away on her MacBook Pro. Isis was dressed in a black mesh panel Ivy Park crop top with the matching leggings. Her wash and go was on day 2, which was honestly her favorite due to how much volume the fizziness gave her hair. Isis’s fluffy coils created a large halo like fro around her head almost like a crown. It hadn’t even been an hour since she landed in Los Angeles from her 21-hour flight from Johannesburg and she was getting straight to work. The soft murmur of Martin re-runs played on the wall of her condo from a projector and providing most of the light in the room. The projector was Isis’s idea after debating with her best friend, who also happened to be her roommate, over an obnoxiously sized flat screen TV.

She glanced up from her work on your laptop to give a soft laugh at Martin & Gina sneaking into Tommy’s apartment attempting to find out if he was apart of the CIA. It reminded Isis of how nosy her own best friend could be when she felt like Isis was hiding something from her. It was no offense to their friendship. Isis was an only child and somewhat of an introvert. She grew up with the struggle of overly sharing or not sharing herself at all with ‘close friends’. She learned fast it was best to be picky with who and what she shared of herself. Isis was private in nature and her current job only added to it. Isis was awarded the once in a lifetime opportunity of being part of the visual director team and personal photographer to Beyoncé. Yes, the one and only Queen Bey.

It was 11:11 PM, which Isis considered peak working hours. She knew that she’d be awake editing pictures until well after 3 AM. Isis wanted sort through all her captured footage from her last trip and edit the best images. Seemed like a simple task but any artist will tell you it’s the most challenging part. What if a photo she absolutely hates is one that her client loved? Or Vice versa? The longer Isis looked at the image the more flaws she could find, but wasn’t that the beauty in art, photography in particular?

Isis played around with the gradient and shadows of the picture trying to highlight its depth using Adobe Lightroom. She was so fixated on editing that she didn’t even hear the front door open, but the sounds of giggling and the door slamming sure caught her attention. Her best friend Brea was home and she were not alone. Brea was accompanied by a large male figure that towered over her petite frame. Isis gave them a quick glance before returning her attention back to the work before her. Despite not getting a clear view of Brea’s male ‘friend’, Isis felt an odd sensation of familiarity. Isis knew Brea hadn’t even noticed she was there yet because she was too focused on her male companion who was actively kissing and groping her.

“Aye, who is that?” His gruff voice questioned. Brea shot him a confused look before turning on her heels to face the couch. She let a loud gasp followed by a squeal.

“OH MY GODDD ISIS!!! YOU’RE HOMEEE!” She ran over to Isis giving her a bear hug, completely disregarding the laptop on her lap. Isis let out a small chuckle, fumbling with her MacBook Pro so it wouldn’t crash onto the floor, yet still trying to reciprocate Brea’s embrace.

“I know…finally right?” Isis’s light voice followed. She spent two weeks in South Africa, and she had only been home for four days prior to that after a trip to New York. During those four days, Brea was away on a business trip for the NPO she worked for, so it was safe to say they hadn’t had a chance to see each other in a solid four weeks.

“Soooo, how long do I have the pleasure of having my bestie back?” She nudged my elbow.

“We never know. Until duty calls again I guess.” Isis shrugged.

“Well you have to tell me about South Africa! Any fine niggas?” Brea attempted to whisper the last question. Isis couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh, which Brea soon joined in on. Leave it to Brea to be so bold in front of her male company.

Erik cleared his throat catching Isis and Brea’s attention silencing their laughter completely. Isis’s eyes locked with Erik’s. She finally zoned in on his face. This was Erik that Isis has heard Brea talk so much about in the past months, but nothing of substance. Brea just pretty much boasted on his good looks and sex drive but no concrete details of the ‘mystery man’. Not even a screenshot of a picture of the man had been offered from Brea. The three seconds that they held eye contact felt like nearly an eternity. Her heart began to pound in her chest so much so she could hear it in her ears. It was as if they could see through each other’s exterior and see straight to the core. Brea’s guest was indeed handsome…strikingly handsome yet familiar.

Erik’s face was one Isis would never forget. His face was etched in marble in her mind. Her mind worked like a camera, her favorite vice. Capturing faces in a moment, associating them with particular narratives. Every face held a different story; all worth discovering yet Isis wasn’t much of a storyteller. She was the observer obsessed with the details of stories in a calculating way. This one in particular was mysterious and how it intersected with Isis’s was less than complicated but not in the least bit simple.

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They met what seemed like a lifetime ago during one Isis’s summer visits to the Bay, on Isis’s father’s birthday. It was the summer before high school. She met Bria that same summer during Summer Bridge, a requirement for the private high school they attended. He was her favorite boy cousin’s best friend. Despite her introverted ways, Isis and Erik linked as if they knew each other their whole lives. It began as a platonic friendship. It soon became obvious that they had crushes on one another but they didn’t say anything about it in respect to her cousin. Then her cousin died and Erik moved away the same year causing them to lose contact. But before he moved he told her, “Don’t trip, I’ll find you one day. I feel like I’ll always find you. No matter what lifetime it is.”That was the summer before her senior year of high school. And find her is exactly what he did, multiple sporadic times.

It was actually puzzling to say they never kept consistent contact with one another. Like the summer after her first year of college when she landed an internship in New York at the Staley-Wise Gallery, and Erik casually sauntered through the crowd of the gallery on a busy afternoon. He was notably different. More mature in his looks and moved more guarded than the teenager Isis once new, nonetheless his magnetic pull drew her in almost immediately. It was that force that never allowed her to shy away when she was near him, even if she tried. Isis was uneasy with idea of being attached to Erik, because life had a way of showing her that her best bet was on herself. Despite this, he made her feel safe. He was there when the gallery closed. They chilled with each other like there was no time lost between the two. Any time she was free during his two week stay, Erik made sure he spent it with her sparking that old crush letting it fully ignite. When he asked her, “You saved yourself for me?” It wasn’t much of a question. He knew she did.

Years passed and after graduating from undergrad, Isis moved back to Los Angeles. Isis like every woman has experienced a fair share of cat calling and unwanted extra male attention. When she experienced it one particular night, the ‘I have a boyfriend’ and ‘your man don’t let you have friends’ debate was brought to an abrupt end with a ‘Nah’ from a male voice behind her. Isis wanted to roll her eyes because she knew she didn’t have a man but she didn’t necessarily want to entertain the new unknown voice because he played superhero. She was in luck to find it was Erik. Isis was stricken with awe. She was sure their last encounter would be the final one. Isis came to terms with that.

Erik and Isis practically bound. What else could explain their unexpected reconnections? Their most encounters recent were in Johannesburg. It seemed like a lifetime had passed since she’d seen or heard from him. She knew of him being in the navy and his plans for Wakanda. Part of her thought he was dead. When attending a museum on a much needed off day, pictures of South Africa’s neighboring country Wakanda acted as a friendly reminder of her old friend.

“What do you know about Wakanda? Almighty Isis.” The familiar predatory voice purred in her ear. Isis whipped around to see a vastly different appearance yet Erik in the flesh.

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Isis raised an eyebrow as a sly smirk crept onto her face. The same smirk that Erik held, mirror-like with arrogance. She turned her attention to her best friend. Isis waited for what would be a proper introduction. After all, Brea was oblivious to Erik and Isis’s acquaintance. She had no clue that Isis and Erik’s once-in-a-blue moon meetings sparked a flame consuming the flesh and spread like wild fire only to be put out not long after it starts. Neither Erik nor Isis was accustomed to the immense connection they possessed, like a shared soul internalizing each other’s pain without explanation, knowing things about each other that never needed to be verbalized. Something about it always savoring the essence of its natural flow and it was still so foreign. Yet, Brea did not know that her Erik was Isis’s N’Jadaka.

“Sorry, I’m being rude! Ice, this is Erikkkk” Brea sang his name. Isis chewed her inner cheek to keep from cringing. She wasn’t sure if it was the way Brea said his name or the thought of Erik fucking her best friend.

“Wassup” Erik said with a nod. Isis coach herself mentally not to roll her eyes. Should she tell Brea? Would it even matter? Could she even be mad at Erik? They never had anything exclusive, ever.

“Hello.” Isis kept her response curt.

“Yo…You look hella familiar like I know you from somewhere.” Erik tilted his head dreads falling more into his face as his tongue ran over his gold fangs. If he wanted to be petty, Isis could match all energy.

“Doubt it…Probably Instagram.” Isis said with a shrug gaining an uneasy look from Brea. Brea was accustomed to Isis being more polite in general, after all she deemed Isis as the ‘nice’ friend.

If this situation couldn’t get anymore awkward, Isis phone began to ring illuminating with the name Aaron and a picture of her and a handsome chocolate man making goofy faces with the Snap Chat dog filter. Isis sucked in a deep breath breaking her gaze from her phone immediately locking eyes with Erik. She couldn’t believe the situation that was unfolding before her. Her secret on and off ‘fling’ was in her home with every intention on fucking her best friend, despite having a two-week long mind-blowing sexscapade with Isis in South Africa just days prior. Her best friend had no clue and her current situationship was hitting her up for the late night action.

“Don’t ignore my brother-in-law. You know the drill.” Brea laughed. It was too late. Isis missed the call. Isis could only let out a nervous chuckle while avoiding looking at Erik altogether.

“Whatever Bree. I’ll get out of you guys’ way.” Isis said fanning them off while quickly texting Aaron she was on her way.

She sat her laptop down to get ready to leave. Isis quickly gathered her tote, which was packed with her essentials since she had landed that night. It was no need for Aaron to leave the door unlocked she had a key. He was far more invested than she was but she did care for him.

“This picture is dope. These scars look so familiar.” Brea squinted as she studied Isis’s MacBook Pro.

“Ehhh, you know ritual practices…just something I saw in South Africa.” Isis said looking directly at Erik with a smirk. She took her laptop from Brea as she headed towards the door. “You two have fun!” Isis shot them a wink.

#erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x oc #erik killmonger imagine #erik killmonger x black!reader #erik killmonger #black panther rec #black panther imagine #black panther #erik killmonger rec #erik killmonger one shot

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angelsarts · 6 years ago

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I'm sorry to be a bother but, could we have a new anime list? I don't mind if it involves the animes on the original list!

O-K!! I will friendo!

1. My hero Academia! - adventure, superhero

Born without special powers in a world where 80% of the population has them, Izuku Midoriya still dreams of becoming a hero. An unexpected encounter with the legendary hero All Might gives him a chance to change his fate, but first he must master his newly-acquired Quirk in order to pass U.A.’s entrance exam.

2. Ore Monogatari! - Romantic comedy

With his muscular build and tall stature, Takeo Gouda is not exactly your average high school freshman. However, behind his intimidating appearance hides a heart of gold, and he is considered a hero by the boys for his courage and chivalry. Unfortunately, these traits do not help much with his love life. As if his looks are not enough to scare the opposite sex away, Takeo’s cool and handsome best friend and constant companion Makoto Sunakawa easily steals the hearts of the female students—including every girl Takeo has ever liked.

When Takeo gallantly saves cute and angelic Rinko Yamato from being molested, he falls in love with her instantly, but suspects that she might be interested in Sunakawa. With his own love for Yamato continuing to bloom, Takeo unselfishly decides to act as her cupid, even as he yearns for his own love story.

3. Gakuen babysitter - Comedy-drama, Slice of life, School story

After their parents are killed in a plane crash, Ryuuichi and his younger brother Kotarou are taken in by Youko Morinomiya, the stern chairman of an elite academy whose son and daughter-in-law died in the same accident. The Chairman makes it clear that in exchange for being their legal guardians, Ryuuichi must work outside of class hours at the school’s daycare, where Kotarou will stay during the day.

The series tells the story of the daycare children’s antics as well as how the two brothers adapt to their new lives.

4. Fruits basket - comedy romance slice of life

After her mother’s death, Tohru Honda finds herself living with the Sohma family consisting of three cousins: Yuki, the ‘prince charming’ of their high school, Kyo the hot headed, short tempered outcast, and Shigure the mischievous novelist, if not sometimes that of a pervert. Tohru finds out the Sohma family secret that when a member is hugged by the opposite gender or they are tired out, they turn into the 12 animals of the Chinese zodiac. Filled with many lovable character and many plot twists along the way, life at the Sohma house will never be the same again.

5. Say I love you - pure shoujo

Friends will only let you down—that is the sad truth Mei Tachibana lives with, ever since she was wrongfully blamed for the death of a class pet by her so-called friends in grade school. Since then, she stays away from people in order to avoid ever being hurt again. However, Mei’s life begins to change drastically when a misunderstanding in high school causes her to encounter popular student Yamato Kurosawa.

Yamato finds her intriguing and insists on being her friend, even though Mei wants nothing to do with him. But when a dangerous situation ends with Yamato kissing Mei to save her from the unwanted attention of a stalker, Mei begins to develop feelings for him. On the heels of her discovery that their feelings are mutual, they start dating and she gains not only a boyfriend, but friends as well. Mei, however, finds it very hard to adapt to this new lifestyle, especially in expressing her true feelings towards Yamato.

6. Yuri on ice - sports

After a disgrace in the Grand Prix Final, Japanese figure skater Katsuki Yuri seeks to retire. Victor Nikiforov, Russian world champion in figure skating is known for his surprises but is feeling stuck when he realises he has no more surprises left. When Yuri dances to Victor’s most famous routine 'Stay Close to Me’ the video is posted online and is seen by Victor. In this moment the Russian world champion decides to move to Japan and become Yuri’s coach. Over the course of various competitions, the two form a powerful bond and see that each other was all they needed to accomplish what both had hoped for.

7. Kyou kara maou - comedy, fantasy adventure with a hint of gayness

Kyou kara Maou! revolves around Yuri Shibuya, your average Japanese teenager. One day, Yuri sees a classmate being harassed by bullies. Thanks to this intervention, his friend is able to escape, but unfortunately Yuri becomes the new target of the bullies in the process and gets his head shoved into a toilet. But instead of water, the toilet contains a swirling portal that sucks him into another world, largely resembling medieval Europe. There, he is told that he will become the next Demon King due to his black hair and black eyes, traits only possessed by the demon’s royal lineage.Yuri’s arrival is met with some skepticism by some of the demons, who view him as unworthy to be their king. However, after Yuri wins a duel by utilizing his magical powers, the demons slowly begin to acknowledge him as their monarch. Yuri must now learn what it takes be a true Demon King, as he tries to keep the peace between demons and humans in this strange new realm.

8. Princess Jellyfish - comedy romance

Ever since her late mother took her to an aquarium when she was young, Tsukimi Kurashita has been obsessed with jellyfish, comparing their flowing tentacles to a princess’s white dress. Now living with five other unemployed otaku women, 19-year-old Tsukimi spends her days as a social outcast dreaming of becoming an illustrator.

However, her life changes forever when one day, a beautiful woman unexpectedly helps her save a jellyfish in a local pet store. From then on, the stranger—confident, fashionable, and the complete opposite of Tsukimi and her roommates—begins to regularly visit the girls’ building. This trendy hipster, though appearing shallow at first, harbours some secrets of her own, starting with the fact that “she” isn’t really a girl at all, but a wealthy male college student named Kuranosuke Koibuchi!

9. Fullmetal Alchemist - adventure, sci fi, dark fantasy

The Elric brothers’ mother is dead and their father has long since abandoned them. Deciding to perform a forbidden human transmutation to bring their mother back, they end up losing their bodies. Now Edward must join the military in order to gain certain alchemical privileges, with his one goal being to restore his brother to his original state. But with war on the horizon it’s only a matter of time before they are both forced to question their morals and ultimately decide the value of human life.

10. The world god only knows - comedy romance

Keima Katsuragi prefers immersing himself in the 2D world, chasing digital girlfriends. However, after answering a mysterious email he finds himself bound by a contract helping the demon Elsie capture 'lost souls’ from the underworld. He must now win over these real-life ladies in order to fill the void in their hearts which these souls have entered, releasing the souls and allowing for their capture. Also to further motivate, if he does not perform this 'duty’ a collar around his neck will explode.

#ask #anon #irontrash #anime #request #shoujo anime #adventure anime #the world god only knows #fullmetal alchemist #princess jellyfish #kyou kara maou #yuri on ice #say i love you #fruits basket #gauken babysitter #ore monogatari #my hero academia

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reddeadinmybed · 6 years ago

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When I was 14 years old, Hosea Matthews and his wife Bessie saved me from two men. They were cousins who they tried to rape me and they wanted to kill me after they had finished the deed.

Hosea had come in guns blazing, shooting the two crazy bastards whilst Bessie dragged me out of the house. I stood there for a few minutes, shocked that someone like Hosea was able to put down two friends so easily. How his cattleman revolver fitted so perfectly in his hand as he blew a bullet through each other their skulls.

After that incident, Hosea and Bessie decided that they would informally ‘adopt’ me. They didn’t sign any papers, they just gave me the opportunity to go with them, and who was I to refuse. I accepted and for six years, I had followed them.

When I was 17, Bessie passed away. I wasn’t there when she died, I was (as much as I hate to admit this) having sex with my boyfriend in the middle of nowhere. When I came back home, Hosea had told me what had happened.

He looked so torn, so heartbroken. I was too but he looked like his life had been torn away from him. I – once again, hating to admit – didn’t like that at all. I wanted him to look at me with the love that he looked at Bessie with. I wanted him to love me. I wanted him to be mine.

I had grown an obsession for Hosea Matthews, and I knew I was the only one reciprocating.

I wanted him to want me so I tried to make him jealous. It started off small, such as me telling him that I was spending the night with my boyfriend and not returning for a couple of nights. Sometimes I feared he wouldn’t be there when I came back but he was, waiting for me.

He scolded me a lot of the time but I didn’t feel as if it was from jealousy. He called me reckless and immature. I didn’t like it, so I made my advances much stronger.

I started to wear smaller clothes. Clothes that made my boobs hang out more and I had even gone to the extent to bring my boyfriend home and practically fuck him on the couch when Hosea was there. I was so sure that it would work.

He walked in on us a few times, Hosea was clearly mad but I still didn’t think it was out of jealousy, rather it was just pure anger.

Now, I’m 20 and Hosea is nearly in his 60’s and I’m still head over heels for him. I have done almost everything I can to try and get him.

Being in the Dutch Van Der Linde gang, I’ve tried to flirt with Javier, Bill, Arthur and even Charles to try and get his attention but it never seemed to work.

At least, I didn’t think it did.

Tonight I had something planned, I was hoping that it would be the last straw. I want Hosea to fuck my brains out and tell me what a bad girl I was. Lusting after a taken man and a man that’s old enough to be my father. It should be illegal. But I want him and I’m sure this plan would work.

I just have to make sure I do things right.

“Hosea?” I called out, waiting for a response. It was silent for a bit, I was starting to think he wasn’t even at the camp.

I was just about to call out his name once more when the sheet to my tent opened up, leaving Hosea to look at me. His gaze was...indescribable. It was probably because I was wearing nothing but my undergarments.

“Yes Y/N?” His voice was hard, almost as if he didn’t want to be there at all.

My heart skipped a beat and a sliver of hurt ran through me as he spoke. Was he really not that interested in me? Was I doing this for nothing?

“My back hurts Hosea, are you able to rub it?” He and I fully knew well that for him to reach my back, I was going to have to take my clothes off.

I was sure this plan was going to work. If it doesn’t then I’m at the point of giving up on Hosea. Javier has shown some interest, but he was never able to get me as excited as Hosea.

“Why don’t you get Mr Escuella or even Mr William’s to do it for you. You seem to get along with those boys much better, huh?” He sounded...mad. Only this time, it actually sounded like...jealousy?

A small smirk fell onto my face. Does this mean what I think it means? Was Hosea finally interested me even after all these years of him without Bessie? Was this finally my time?

“I could never Hosea. They both know you’re my favourite. Please rub my back?” I asked once again, putting on a sweet smile to show my ‘innocence’.

I was far from innocent. Hosea was older than me, therefore he had a lot of experience. If I ever wanted to be with him, I’d need to have experience. That’s why I slept around with my old boyfriend for so long. As mean as this sounds, I was never really attracted to him. He just gave me what I needed.

“Alright then, I’ll do it for you,” Hosea mumbled and stepped into the tent. He closed it after himself and I let out a grin.

I turned around and pulled my undergarments off, exposing my back to him. The light was lit, allowing him to fully see the bare skin. I was excited, I couldn’t wait to see where this headed.

I heard Hosea sigh and the dip in the bed indicated that he was sitting on the bed now too. I waited to feel his hands make contact with my skin. To rub his hands down to my waist and massage it, making me feel good.

After a few seconds, hands pressed against my upper back, near my shoulders. He gripped the skin and slowly started to massage. I let out a groan at the feeling. His hands were a mix between hard and soft, making the perfect balance on my soft back.

He massaged lower down my back and I let out the occasional groan here and there. It was time to step up my game, make things seem dirty.

“Oh yes Hosea, right there. That feels so good.” I moaned out as he gripped my waist.

Hosea’s hands retracted immediately and his breath halted as the noise fell from my hips.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Hosea mumbled out, shocked from my cheeky scene.

I turned around, exposing my breasts to him. His eyes flicked down before flicking back up upon realising my bare breasts were facing him, my nipples hard for him.

“Hosea, please. I’ve wanted you ever since you saved me. I’ve fallen in love with you. I want you to fuck me on this bed, I want to be with you.” I pleaded, pressing against him.

Hosea looked at me shocked, not attempting to move.

“Y/N, listen, I think you need to think –”

“I’ve been thinking about you all the time and that’s my problem! I tried to make it so obvious for you, I practically had James fuck me on the couch just so you could see me as a woman. I want you, every time I fuck someone, I think it’s you. Please, fuck me, Hosea!” I sounded like a slut, but I didn’t care.

I wanted Hosea.

Something flicked in Hosea’s eyes for a millisecond before disappearing. It looked like desire but I could never be too sure.

“We can’t Y/N. I’m too old for you, please –”

“I don’t care how old you are Hosea, I want you, please. Please be mine!” I cut him off again, not wanting to hear excuses.

Hosea was silent for a bit before the look he previously had, fell on his face again. Desire filled his eyes as he looked down at my bare breasts.

“Strip and get on all fours.” Was all he said and he didn’t have to say it twice. I stood up and basically ripped my undergarments off before getting back on the bed, on all fours just like he said.

I waited for his next order but it never came. It was silent and I couldn’t hear anything behind me. I was starting to get nervous, was he going to do anything?

Then, hands gripped my thighs. He pulled on them and I felt something wet hit my clit. Suddenly euphoria filled me as Hosea starter to eat me out. I gasped in pleasure, lurching forward, my ass still sticking in the air.

I gripped the bed cover to try and grip onto something but the pleasure was too much. Hosea’s right hand travelled up my thigh, causing me to shiver. It travelled from my thigh to my core where he inserted a finger. He slowly thrusted his finger in and out as he continued to suck and lick on my clit.

“Oh yes Hosea, yes, keep going.” I moaned out, my face pressed against the bed.

The encouragement left Hosea to insert another finger, the pace getting quicker. His fingers slammed into my pussy and then slowly retracted them, repeating the process over and over.

The feeling of Hosea’s fingers and him licking my clit was sending waves upon waves of pleasure to run through me, making my legs shake.

“Yes! Just like that, keep going, Hosea.” I panted out, feeling my stomach tightening, my orgasm fast approaching.

Then all of a sudden, he stopped. His fingers left my pussy and his face stopped licking my clit. I huffed in anger, pushing myself up to see why he stopped.

Then all of a sudden, I was thrown down onto the bed and pinned. Hosea was on top of me, an angry look on his face. I heard a zip and I tried to look down but Hosea forced me to look at him.

“You’ve been a slut, fucking James and flirting with all the boys in the camp. All for what? So you can finally get to fuck me. You should consider yourself lucky that I’m even going to fuck you after all those stunts, little girl.” He spat, slapping my pussy, causing a squeal to leave my mouth.

“All those times I caught you on the couch, James’ head down in between your legs. Did he ever make you feel good huh?” Hosea asked and I ignored his comment, excited to see what would happen.

Hosea didn’t like that.

He slapped my pussy again and growled out, “I said did he ever make you feel good?” I shook my head.

“No Hosea, they didn’t. Please, please fuck me!” I begged and he chuckled.

“All those little boys didn’t know how to pleasure you. Well, I’ll show you real pleasure.” He chuckled once again.

“I’ll show you what it’s like to be fucked like a man.” With that, he slammed his length into me.

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tintinnabulary · 7 years ago

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Archeron Ambrosia

Chapter Three

AN: Thank you all for the amazing support you’ve given me the last two chapters! Here’s another one that I wrote, and hopefully I’ll start posting a chapter every Friday. Luckily, I think the scene is finally fully set and developed, so from here forward I’ll be doing cute (and maybe eventually smutty???) goodness for you all to enjoy!

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Feyre readjusted her heavy backpack on her shoulder as she glanced down at the directions Nesta had given her to get from Velaris University to the new storefront they had been working on for weeks. While working at a bakery was never the plan for her life, Feyre was quite content being a cake decorator--and equally glad her capstone supervisor, Alis, let her turn in photographs of her cakes as part of her artist portfolio.

Feyre heard a male voice calling her name in the distance and picked up her pace. Since starting her final year at VU last semester, another student named Tamlin had been trying to ask her out and learn more about her. At first, it was flattering having someone take such a keen interest in her. But then the obsessive behavior became more and more alarming, and Feyre had no doubt it was his voice calling out after her. Not wanting to be so easy to catch up to, Feyre ducked down a side road and began zig-zagging her way through businesses. Her heart rate picked up as she heard his steps pick up on the concrete behind her.

Feyre quickly diverted to the main road, and saw the bakery a few blocks down on the side. As she looked over her shoulder to gauge her distance from Tamlin, she ran right into a stranger. Without thinking, Feyre blurted out, “Pretend you know me, please.”

Feyre looked at the stranger, who’s beauty struck her near speechless, and noticed his violet eyes looked at her, flickered over her shoulder, then hardened slightly which didn’t match the smile that sprung up on his face. He threw his arm around Feyre’s shoulders, then loudly declared, “There you are. I’ve been looking for you.” He winked down at her, equal parts flirty and conspiratorial. He glanced at the paper in her hands, his smile seeming to turn a tad more genuine. “I was supposed to walk you to the bakery. Why didn’t you wait for me?”

Confusion clouded Feyre’s eyes eyes before settling into the role he had built. “You were late. I had to get to work. Couldn’t be late on my first real shift.”

“Well, I’m sure Elain would understand.”

Fear coursed through Feyre’s veins. How did he know her sister’s name? Did she just get herself into a worse situation with this stranger? He leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Calm down. I met her earlier today. I work next door. I’ll explain later when this guy leaves.” Feyre nodded slightly, placing a smile back on her face and relaxing slightly.

At that moment, Tamlin caught up with Feyre, his eyes setting into a cold, hard stare at the mystery stranger.

“Hello, lovely day isn’t it?” the stranger said, a playful and dangerous smile adorning his face.

Feyre tried to match the man’s smile and tone when she said, “Hey Tamlin, This is my boyfriend.”

“Rhysand.” He held out his hand. Tamlin stared at it before crossing his arms and looking at Feyre.

“How come I’ve never heard of him before?” The smug look he wore, like he caught Feyre in a trap, made her want to punch him.

“Because I like to keep my life private, Tamlin. Now, is there a reason you’re here, or can I finish my walk to work?”

Tamlin fumed, but spun on his heel, walking away as Rhysand yelled, “Nice to meet you!” at his retreating form, shit-eating grin on his face.

Feyre spun out from under his arm, grumbling a “thanks,” then continued walking towards the bakery.

“ Hey wait,” it didn’t take long for Rhysand’s long legs to catch up to her. “You work at Archeron Ambrosia, right?” Feyre only glanced up at him. “Your sister, Elain. She came by my our shop and brought a cookie sampler tray. They were delicious. Did you make them?”

Feyre snorted. “No. I just decorate them. Nesta does all the baking.”

“I didn’t meet her. She’s another sister?”

“Yeah. The oldest.” Feyre stopped outside the bakery. “So I take it you work at,” she looked around Rhysand to see the sign, “Illyrian Inscribed?”

“It’s a tattoo shop.” Rhysand shrugged, placing his hands into his pockets. “I own it with my two brothers, Cassian and Azriel. And my cousin Mor works the front desk. So, if you ever want to get some work done, I’d be happy to give it to you.”

“Maybe, we’ll see.” Feyre smiled at him, then moved towards the door, running into a shaggy haired man leaving the store, smile lighting up his face. “Oh! I’m sorry. The second person I’ve run into today.”

“Speak of the devil.” Rhysand smirked. “This is my brother, Cassian. Cassian, this is Feyre. She works at the bakery too with her sisters.”

“Hi.”

“Hey! Your sister, Nesta, she’s a firecracker.” Cassian ran a hand through his hair, “I hope you’re not as tough.”

Feyre laughed, “No, she’s the toughest of us all. I’m a nice, middle of the road kind of girl.”

Rhys cocked an eyebrow at that, and Cassian roared with laughter. “Good, good. I’m glad this little place has moved in next door. I think it’s going to make things quite interesting.” Elain came rushing out of the tattoo shop, blush coloring her face, as she rushed past the group and into the shop. “Very interesting.”

“And on that note,” Feyre declared, adjusting her backpack again. “I’ll see you guys around.” Feyre moved towards the door.

“See you around, Feyre darling.” Feyre looked at him, where he returned the wink, and she scoffed and entered the bakeshop.

“Oh man,” Cassian laughed, clapping a hand on Rhysand’s shoulder. “We are in trouble. Let’s go find out what Az did that made that little doe-eyed girl turn so red.”

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Feyre walked into the shop, bells jingling, and moved behind the counter. She set her backpack in a small storage area beneath the cash register, tossed her directions into the trash, and began putting on her black and blue night sky themed half-apron. Hearing voices from the back, Feyre made her way into the back to see Elain talking animatedly, blush still adorning her cheeks, and Nesta calmly measuring cream and butter into a large electric mixer.

“And he stood so close to me, and reached around to grab a cookie. It was so intimidating. He was so tall and mysterious and handsome and I just don’t think I can ever go over there again!”

“Who are we talking about?”

Both heads whipped up at Feyre, then relaxed. “Azriel! Az? I don’t know what to call him. He works next door at the tattoo shop.”

“Oh yeah. I met Rhysand and Cassian on my way here. They both seemed nice.”

“And handsome.” Elain sighed. “How are all three of them so attractive? That really isn’t fair. Or real. Real life is not full of men that devastatingly beautiful.”

“You can say that again.” Nesta mumbled.

“What was that Nes?” Feyre asked, smirk firmly in place.

“Nothing.”

“I saw you met Cassian. He said you’re a firecracker. Started ballbusting right from the get go?”

“He needed to be knocked down a few pegs.” Nesta blew at a strand of hair that was falling into her face. “Coming in here with all that swagger and confidence like I’d just throw my panties at him” She blew another breath at the strand. “That’s probably what he expects from all of the girls.” A third frustrated breath had Elain coming over and tucking the strand behind her ear. “Thanks.”

“No problem. That’s the first guy to ruffle your feathers though, Nesta.”

“He ruffled nothing.”

“Well, Azriel ruffled something with me.” Elain laughed, and Feyre joined in.

“Well, Rhysand came in like a knight in shining armor, saved me from that awful guy Tamlin that I haven’t been able to shake. I literally ran into him on my walk home.”

“That’s just like a romance novel” Elain sighed. “Three of us, three of them. Triple dates?” Elain perked up, and Feyre laughed at the face Nesta made.

“Elain, you might be jumping ahead. You might want to work on a conversation with the guy before you plan your children’s names.”

“Or,” Nesta interjected, “We could focus on all of the cakes we have to make. And making sure this business succeeds. And not worry about what the people next door are doing.”

“Nesta,” Feyre leaned on the counter. “They have a successful business. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to talk to them about what they’re doing to get business in this little corner of the city.”

Elain leaned next to her, “And if you happened to get a date out of it, would that be so bad?” She batted her doe eyes at Nesta, and Feyre burst into laughter. Nesta’s face scrunched up and she leaned across the counter, facing her two sisters.

“Would you two please, for the love of the Mother, get to work on your decorations?” The two burst into laughter.

“Alright, alright.” Feyre stood up, and moved towards her airbrush kits in the back corner of the room. “Elain, let me know when you’re ready for me to paint those fondant flowers you’ve got for the Spring Court cake, and I’ll work on the wood patterning on this cake for Mrs. Alias’s party. I’ve got to get it right since it’s the first in my portfolio she’s going to see up close and personal.”

“Fine.” Elain grabbed a slab of fondant out of the industrial fridge and slapped it on the counter. “But we’re not done talking about a triple date.”

“We’ll talk about it when you can hold a conversation with the guy.” Nesta said, blowing hair out of her face as she poured her batter into cake pans.

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sithlordintraining · 7 years ago

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Santa Tell Me

A/N: Because I’m OBSESSED with Ariana Grande’s Santa Tell Me. But Happy Holidays to all my mutuals, followers, and those who come back and read. Love to all and a Happy New Year!!

You groaned as yet another couple poured through the Organa-Solo household. You continued to dig the heels of your black booties against the carpet. “Y/N!” Rey’s voice sounded above the music as she slapped your shoulder. “What is that for?!” You grabbed it. Her brown eyes went wide, before scolding you. “Y/N you’re digging your heels into the carpet! Auntie Leia will kill both of us!” You muttered an apology. As much as you loved Leia, her wrath was pretty scary. Another groan slipped past your lips. “What is the matter?” She settled on the arm of the couch. “You’re going to make people think it’s Halloween, not Christmas!” And of course, you groaned again, dramatically threw yourself over her thigh. “I wouldn’t be in such pain if it wasn’t for your cousin.” She squinted down at you. “What did Ben do, now?” She asked gripping the glass of eggnog. “What doesn’t he do, he’s amazing!” Her fingers brushed some of the hair out of your face. “Y/N, I know you guys are best friends, but you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” Another groan escaped your lips. “I know.” You sighed. You’ve been in love with your best friend, Ben, for as long as you could remember. Of course, you never told him how you felt. But all that changed tonight. It’s been two years since your last relationship, and one since Ben’s (but you weren’t counting). It was time.

The door opened and you didn’t even budge as you rested against Rey. “HO, HO, HO!” A hearty laugh ran and everyone began to squeal and shriek. “I’m just going to go.” You moved off her. “WHAT?!” Rey exclaimed. “But he just got here!” You looked over to see Santa talking to some of the children. “Who, Santa? Look, Rey, you said it yourself: ‘I can’t keep doing this.’ Together we’ve been single for a year and-and he acts like we are together but flirts with other girls!” You whined standing up. Rey stood next to you. “Y/N, if anything they flirt with him. I-I think he likes you.” Rey said. There was a gleam in your (y/e/c) eyes. “But-but you told me to stop. This is too much, I’m getting a cookie.” You smoothed out your red dress and made your way to the kitchen. Making it past the crowd of people, you heard your name being called. “Y/N!” Turning around you saw a dark-haired man, you weren’t looking for. “Hello, Mitaka.” You forced a smile. He smiled and moved closer. “Merry Christmas.” “Merry Christmas, Mitaka.” He stood there looking you over. “You look beautiful.” A small thanks slipped from your lips. He continued to stare at you. “So…” You furrowed your brows. “Well,” He smiled looking up. You followed his gaze, only to see mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. “Rey wanted me to get something!” You ran quickly. You’d avoid the mistletoe all night because you were saving all your kisses for Ben. Another groan escaped your lips as the cookies came into view. Picking up one you bite into it and leaned against the counter.

Mitaka was only flirting with you because he could probably smell the desperation on you. Also, last year around this time you had found someone and low and behold you were just a rebound booty call. Sighing, you picked up another cookie. “MERRY CHRISTMAS Y/N!” Finn yelled putting down the empty chip bowls. You shuffled to hug your friend. He pulled back and looked you over. “It’s Ben, isn’t it?” You groaned at his accurate answer. “Is it that obvious?” Before he could answer Poe stumbled in. “MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMALS! Now give Poe some sugar!” He raised the mistletoe in his hand kissing Finn on the cheek, who wiped it off, and now moved to you. “No!” You put your hand up. Your drunk friend stood back shocked. “It’s Ben,” Finn told him. “Makes sense.” Poe nodded. You rolled your eyes. “I don’t even know why you two aren’t together yet! ” Finn said. “You should just go ask Santa for him.” Poe giggled. “If only it was that simple.” You sighed.

For the rest of the night, you sat on the loveseat by yourself aimlessly watching all the couples and children. It was getting quite late and you were ready to give up. There was always New Years, right? But that would definitely be even harder with all the drunk girls throwing themselves at Ben. Smoothing the bottom of your dress, you got up and walked to the coat closet. “Y/N!” A cheery voice called out. “Ms. Leia, how are you?” You forced a smile and hugged her. “Are you leaving already?” She asked looking down at the coat folded over your arm. “Yeah,” You shrugged. “Thanks for having me again.” She looked at you once more. Leia knew how you felt about her son and she knew how he felt about you. And she also knew how many people, including herself, had had enough of the two not being together after years of them being too stupid to know they were PERFECT for each other. “Well, my dear I think you shouldn’t leave before seeing Santa.” Leia smiled. You furrowed your brows. What was up with everyone telling you to go see Santa? You weren’t five. “Come on Y/N, just a few more minutes for a last minute Christmas wish.” She smirked. You sighed knowing you couldn’t tell her no.

Dragging your feet across the carpet, you stood behind a kid who was in line for Santa. It didn’t take some time before you were up. “Woah there, what brings you to Santa?” He said in a fake voice. You rolled your eyes and sat on his lap, in an instant his hands wrapped around you tightly. “Why so glum this Christmas Eve?” He asked. You sighed; you were already a fool for waiting all night for a no-show and sitting on a strangers lap. “It’s this boy.” You said. “Like a boyfriend?” Santa asked a little too curiously. “No, he’s my best friend and I REALLY like him.” You emphasized. “Oh! I see, well what do you like about him?” He moved closer. “Well, he’s just amazing. He’s extremely smart and funny and he’s so caring; he’s so creative and talented and he has his flaws, don’t get me wrong Santa, but to me, he’s just perfect. He’s all I want this year and forever.” You told him. Unwrapping himself from you, Santa beginning moving his beard and hat, revealing the dark locks you loved. “BEN!” You squealed in embarrassment. A large dopey smile was plastered on his face. “Do you really feel that way about me?” His brown eyes sparkled under the living room light and you couldn’t help but just get lost. “Yeah.” You nodded. “HURRY UP AND KISS SANTA!” A kid that was waiting behind you yelled out, making all heads turned on the two of you. “Well,” Ben inched closer. “It’s at the top of my wishlist.” His pink full lips pressed against yours, spreading Christmas joy to the both of you.

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that-ship-has-sunk · 7 years ago

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it’s a wonderful life

Here’s tow oneshots for the @aftgexchange for @dkafterdark :)

(I’m kind of out of practice writing, so warning)

It’s a Wonderful Life

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Andrew feels like he is always waiting. Always waiting for night practice to be over. Always waiting for his damn Exy-obsessed boyfriend and Kevin to quit debating whether Jeremy Knox should get the Day Award—basically the Heisman of the Exy world—for more than two years in a row. Always waiting for Neil to get his ass back from a run.

Now, he is waiting in the barely defrosted car shivering waiting for his Kevin and Neil to pack their stuff into the trunk of the Maserati.

“Shit,” calls Kevin. Instead of explaining, he turns on his heel and runs back toward the dorms as Neil gets into the passenger seat.

Neil smirks, “Ten bucks says he forgot the vodka.”

Andrew gives him a dead expression, “Don’t tell me they got to you with the betting.”

Neil’s expression turns shocked as if he just realized what he said before it transforms into accepting. He shrugs, “They tend to rub off on you.”

Andrew turns his attention back to the door Kevin ran into.

Neil leans back and closes his eyes, relieved to finally be getting on the road. Wymack told them all to get out of his sight until the end of winter break. Already, the upperclassmen left with Nicky riding along because lately his bubbling about Erik’s upcoming visit has been putting Andrew on edge. Aaron opted out of the trip because Katelyn’s parents invited them to go skiing. Neil would be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little relieved.

After ten minutes without Kevin returning, Andrew huffs, “Go get him.”

Neil side eyes him. “Just leave him.”

The side of Andrew’s mouth barely lifts at the suggestion. “Alright.” Andrew backs out of his parking spot and immediately heads toward the interstate.

Neil uses the last 3% of battery his phone has to ring Kevin, who doesn’t answer. “We left. We’ll see you in a week. Andrew says don’t get killed.”

When he hangs up, Neil notices they headed south opposed to north, where the cabin they’re supposed to be staying at with the foxes is at. “Are we—“

“Headed to Columbia.”

Before he can ask, Andrew continues, “I need a break before I spend a week with all of them. We’ll catch up with them later.”

It’s not long before they make it to the cousins’ house. They unload the car and Neil steals Andrew’s phone to call for take-out and to give Matt an update on their plans. After his calls, Neil finds Andrew bundled under two blankets on the couch watching some Christmas movie.

He smirks when he sees what’s playing, “Why are you watching It’s a Wonderful Life?”

Andrew lifts an eyebrow at him, “Why do you know what movie this is?”

Neil rolls his eyes, “I was on the run, not living under a rock. This comes on every year, it was inevitable I’d seen it at least once.”

In response, Andrew lifts a corner of the blankets in invitation for Neil to join him.

Neil readily snuggles in next to him and stays there until they hear the bell ring meaning their food is there. Neil chuckles to himself as he gets up to get the door and Andrew throws him a mildly confused look.

Neil points to the door, “An angel got its wings because we ordered take-out.”

After he returns and hands Andrew his food, Neil returns to his warm position against Andrew and watches intently as George Bailey and Mary sing to each other after falling into the pool.

“This is my favorite Christmas movie.”

Shocked at this unprompted information, Neil stares at Andrew waiting for him to elaborate.

“It reminds me that everything that’s happened is for a reason. Tilda, Drake, Riko.” Andrew meets his eyes on the last one. “I took a lot of shit, but I know it helped someone else not have to.”

Neil knew he was done sharing because he went back to eating his lo mein.

When the movie ends and Andrew moves as if he is heading off to get ready for bed, Neil grabs his hand to stop him. His other hand goes to the back of Andrew’s neck and he pulls their heads together so that they’re almost touching. “I’m glad you exist,” he murmurs against Andrew’s mouth right before their lips meet. “I know that if I hadn’t met you, if you hadn’t had my back, I wouldn’t be here right now. You gave me something to live for.”

Neil uses the hand still holding his to lead him to their bedroom.

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lurkz · 7 years ago

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@iamdeltas This got waaay long XD So I’m just tagging you and including a cut.

So, this is something I’ve thought a lot about even since before “Alex” aired and the discourse started. I think (and I could be totally wrong but this is what I got from the season), that Kara’s arc was intended to be a combination of the Supergirl thing going to her head a little bit and jealousy of Maggie. For the Supergirl thing, there have been clues, particularly in the earlier part of the season before everything went off the rails and devolved into the Dumbass Show. And then the jealousy starts really after Alex and Maggie get together.

How Kara Handles Bad Guys

First, the Supergirl thing is going to her head a bit as she settles into being a hero and becomes completely comfortable with her powers. In the two part premiere we get her being all “hashtag toomuchfun!” with Clark. She’s laughing and giddy about beating up bad guys and saving people. Even with Metallo she’s all about “let the Kryptonians handle this!” until forcibly confronted with the realization that Alex might actually be hurt by the way she’s acting (and also that, oh hey, she CAN’T do it alone). Once Mon-El wakes up, she’s very adamant about how her Given RoleTM is to Teach KalMon-El and Protect People and Be A Hero. She spends several episodes trying to force Mon-El into something he’s not so that she can fulfill her Given Role.

With Roulette, Kara clearly thinks that she, as Supergirl, can handle it all and that will be that. Which… doesn’t really work out as she intended. This kind of seems to repeat in most episodes. Where, in season 1, there was a lot of Kara going to Alex or the DEO and being all “ok, how do we do this? What’s the mission?” in Season 2 there’s a lot more of Kara going “I think we should do X!” and seeming to think everyone else should fall in line (Mon-El should to be a hero because Kara says so! James should to not be a hero because Kara said so! Snapper should just let Kara do what she wants because Kara said so and by golly her source is SUPERGIRL! Etc.).

Which brings me to the reporter thing. Kara seems to very obviously think that having Supergirl as a source should pretty much trump everything. I got the distinct feeling at times that she just wanted to say “Well, I’m Supergirl, and I say we should publish this so there! Do what I want!” to Snapper. And then of course the whole being willing to just accept that she’d be fired because, well, Supergirl/Kara knows best and Snapper couldn’t possibly have had a valid point and there couldn’t possibly be some other way to do it (yes, I know Lena encourages her also but Lena, like Mon-El, doesn’t have the whole story… Kara does. Kara’s the one that actually talked to Snapper and was told why they couldn’t publish. Information that, if I remember right, she does not convey in its entirety to Lena or Mon-El beyond “Snapper said no.”).

She also gets Very Offended when Mon-El points out that she likes the attention and whatnot she gets as Supergirl. He was being derisive about it but he also wasn’t entirely wrong. She does like it. And that’s not a bad thing so long as it doesn’t go to her head. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being proud of what she can do and that she can help people. Except it kind of came across to me as she was SO offended because he was maybe a little right. That it was going to her head a bit. And like, this story would make perfect sense for a young superhero. I mean, shit, it’d probably go to my head too and I’m several years older than Kara.

People have pointed out that Kara spends a lot of the season isolating herself. And she does. But I think part of that was not just bad writing, or to make it all about the romance (although clearly at least part of it was) but also to show how Kara’s starting to think “Hey, I got this. I can do this superhero thing. Clark does it alone! I can too! I can be his equal/worthy of my cousin/worthy of my heritage/etc.!” Which ties back into her obsession with mentoring Mon-El and forcing him to be a hero. Even in with Mxy, I totally agree that Mon-El was a douche and should have let her handle it. But there’s also the issue of… why doesn’t Kara ask anyone at all for help or even ideas? She could have easily said “Hey, Mon-El, have you heard of beings like this?” OR if we don’t want her involving him (understandably), ASK J’ONN. Or even ask Alex if there’s info like this in the databases. Anyone at all. But she doesn’t.

Again in Homecoming/Exodus (obviously have many issues in Homecoming such as hitting everyone with the stupid stick but those aren’t relevant here). Kara never once really tries to talk to Alex about the potential issues. Once, Mon-El and Winn confront her with the information she, again, kind of devolves into “my way or the highway” and “this is what I think is right for you, Alex, so I’m going to ignore everything I should know about my sister to realize that this is totally the wrong way to handle this.”

All of this leads to Kara thinking her way is the right way because she’s the superhero damnit and she has to protect everyone! Even people who don’t need it! (Alex, James, etc.) I don’t think it was intended to be a conscious decision on Kara’s part, just a natural evolution of someone who’s finally really getting the hang of everything and who idolizes her cousin a bit kind of letting it all go to her head a little. She wants to be like Clark and Clark already has it all figured out (and she forgets that he’s had like… at least 13 years to do so). Clark works alone. Clark can manage to have a life and be a hero. Clark is loved by everyone (because I don’t think she ever really bought J’onn’s “plenty of people do [fear your cousin]” thing in S1 even though he’s very likely correct).

Which leads to the second thing about how she handles things. I will admit I’m still in the middle of a S1 rewatch (where I plan to actually catalog a bunch of details such as Kara’s methods) but, even as early as the premiere, we see Kara blast into non-powered baddies and smack them around. She does not appear to give a single thought to the fact that she’s probably breaking arms or giving concussions (or potentially harming people with ricocheting bullets until James is like “uh… they bounce off you, maybe don’t let that happen.”). For the powered bad guys, she does appear to at least try talking to most of them. But even there, we have examples like Livewire and Silver Banshee where her literal first plan is “I have a plan. Attack.”

I can’t recall a single instance, outside of the episode where she had no powers and thus no choice, where Kara doesn’t just blast her way in against non-powered bad guys. Both in S1 and S2 her initial reaction to non-powered bad guys seems to be “lol you can’t hurt me! My powers will make this easy! I can stop you before you hurt someone!” She tries to do it against the guys with the alien weapons and it doesn’t work because they are actually, sort-of, powered. But her first instinct there was definitely “I will just grab you and those guns before you can stop me!”

And so, in “Alex,” her actions at the beginning fit with this. The guys in the bank are regular human bad guys. People Kara knows she can blast in and stop without any effort or potential harm to her. So she does. With no thought to “hey, because they aren’t powered I might really fucking hurt them.” And remember, these types of bad guys are likely a lot of what Maggie has to deal with as a cop, even in the Science Division (and since we’re given no indication of when she joined the Science Division, it’s possible Maggie had to deal with them a lot after Kara becomes Supergirl and before Maggie moves into the division). It’s just that most of who we see Kara deal with are aliens and such, where she’s more aware of the problems because there’s more equal footing. I think this gives the fandom a bit of a skewed perception of how Kara deals with stuff. I’ve seen people bring up the comic but even there, given Alex’s involvement and the “named villain” aspect, I’d bet that villain is also an alien or someone with powers so, again, fits with “Kara is aware of the issues when there’s a potential the bad guy can fight back.” This also ties back into the whole “Kara’s let the Supergirl thing go to her head a bit” that I think the writers might have been trying for.

Interaction/Disagreement with Maggie

So first you have the Supergirl thing, particularly Kara’s tendency to just grab purely human bad guys because, hey, she can do that “before they hurt anyone.” Which is going to set the stage right off the bat for a disagreement with her sister’s cop girlfriend who definitely does not see “I can stop you before you can do anything haha!” as an acceptable way to handle a situation. But also, I think Kara’s very jealous of Maggie. She is terrified that this is finally someone who will take Alex away from her, something she never had to deal with before. Eliza wasn’t going to do it. Quite the opposite, it’s pretty clear Eliza did the exact opposite, shoving Alex into the role of caring and being there for Kara. None of Alex’s boyfriends were going to because, well, Alex is gay. Even the DEO, both before and after Kara knew about it, didn’t do so because, well, that was 90% of the reason Alex even joined: to be there for and protect Kara.

But now? Now that Alex knows “hey, I’m gay!” and has a girlfriend she’s clearly falling head over heels for? Now it’s a real risk. And there’s a lot of this as well (again, not nearly as well developed as it could be). Kara’s body language when around Alex and Maggie is very despondent but also resentful. She’s always very vocally supportive and excited for Alex when it’s just the two of them but once Maggie is actually around she acts quite the opposite. And of course this becomes explicit with the Earth Birthday thing. Kara makes fancy plans for the event but it’s clear from the conversation between her and Alex that that isn’t normal and Alex likely had no reason to think things would suddenly change. (Also, it wasn’t exactly like Alex told Maggie to surprise her with concert tickets). Again, Kara verbally is all “no, it’s totally fine!” but is clearly not actually fine once Alex is gone.

Same with Valentine’s Day. Kara is verbally very supportive of Alex and Maggie to Alex. But to Maggie? She never even asks for Maggie’s side of the story. Now, clearly Kara is just trying to be supportive of her sister here. And I think she genuinely, consciously at least, wants Alex to be happy but when Alex isn’t actually around her actions and body language scream that she also resents the situation. She verbally told Maggie something she thought would help. But she sure as hell didn’t look happy to see Maggie even before she knew the issue (we can’t even assume it’s because Alex told her what happened since all of Kara’s portion of the conversation simply focuses on the “Maggie doesn’t like Valentine’s Day” things, indicating, to me at least, that she doesn’t know the whole story). So like, I think she wants to support Alex and Maggie, and I don’t think she wants Maggie to have fucked up, but she also resents Maggie and it kind of seems like a “if you don’t make my sister happy in the exact way she wants which means it’s the exact way I want, then you’re wrong and I hate you” vibe that she gives off. Which goes back to the “my way or the highway” thing.

Then you throw in the fact that Maggie is also there when Alex calls Kara during Exodus. And that Maggie is who Alex clearly trusted to back her up during her “ALEX YES” moment. Does Alex even call Kara about Winn in the art heist episode? Plus, of course, Alex’s “uhh… I have plans with my girlfriend that I can totally cancel to help y’all out but clearly really don’t want to” moment in Distant Sun. So yeah, I think that all combines for “Kara is super jealous of Maggie and takes it out on Maggie.”

I don’t think Kara isn’t supportive; I think she most definitely is. I just also think she’s afraid of losing Alex and doesn’t know how to handle it. And when you combine that with, what I think, was also supposed to be a story arc about her learning how to really be a hero (i.e., not letting it go to her head, realizing she doesn’t have to be like Clark, realizing that being Supergirl and Kara Danvers are both attainable and equally important, etc.) you get what happened in “Alex” and it makes perfect sense. We never had any indication that those two had really bonded prior to that. Just what? The one scene in Supergirl Lives where Kara asks Maggie about the missing kids? And that scene could easily be read as them tentatively trying to build something but it never goes anywhere because of everything else.

So that was all a reeeeally long winded way for me to say, based on what I think was the intended story arc for Kara (or at least part of it), the way she handled the robbery at the beginning of “Alex” and the way her and Maggie butted heads made perfect sense to me and actually did feel in character.

#Supergirl #Kara Danvers #meta #also fandom has a HORRIBLE tendency to glom onto single traits and act like those traits are the be all end all of a character #just... yeesh

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