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acourtofantumbra · 1 year ago

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Was doing a deep dive for a future post about *gestures wildly* witches... Manon's lineage... cross-world connections... something I've found that feels actually tangible, maybe. Anyway, despite only dipping a toe into the ToD reread so far (I am not a ToD hater lol I'm just busy) I found myself checking a moment from KoA and took a nosedive into something immediately shinier. But it was so sudden I didn't have time to do my usual highlights/scribbles on my (currently dead) ipad so... enjoy my measly Kindle highlights.

I KNOW many folks have beautifully analyzed SJM's repeated character names because at one point SJM herself basically said, "I keep a record of all of them and I know what I've used."

I've seen folks flag important repeats for years now (we've seen this film before, A+ work, it keeps me up at night!), but the heavy hitters have been Briar, Thanatos, Cormac and even Ruhn (you know... the Erilean mountains and the hottie who knows 3 things).

So it stands to reason that repeated names might deserve some extra scrutiny... And I pray we get some pay off with that in CC3.

Anyway, as I'm pulling at the thread of ToG witches via our (my) favorite queen - Manon - I hadn't realized I fully forgot her dad's name. Frankly, of all the plot points from ToG, Manon's story's specifics were the haziest... except where Dorian is concerned I'm a mere mortal... and that has me suspicious regardless. Anywayyyy, as you can see above, it's Tristan. Tristan Crochan.

I cannot fully explain the cartwheel flip my brain did thumbing through the roladex of SJM's characters... because Tristan Flynn was not the energy my brain was ready for after reading this really sad passage about Manon's murdered family.

On my first read of the SJMU I went ACOTAR (long break between the original and ACOSF) -> CC -> TOG. And on my first TOG read, this passage triggered no alarm bells. I probably just didn't remember Flynn all that much. But after my CC reread... oh. I remember him. Don't you worry.

Now I am fan of Flynn. He's got a rakishness I simp for, I root for him and the dragon, and clocked his lordship woes despite having what we've all decided is a "hot dad". He's a good time. And Flynn feels like someone to watch! He makes an appearance in not one, but two, CC bonus chapters... and he's got a crush on the aforementioned dragon, who either was introduced for no reason or is gonna be a key player going forward. Or SJM is fucking with us. I don't have the answers.

But what I'm struck by Tristan-wise is a) the similarity in the little physical descriptors we get - brown hair, brown eyes and b) not actually Flynn-related... but a deeply similar sounding story to none other than the Autumn King. Daughter you didn't know was born to a woman you claim was your real love... check. Searching far and wide with a singular focus on recovering your daughter... check. Having another kid out of obligation and duty to continue on important bloodlines... check!!!

It might not have anything to do with Flynn at this current moment... but it's not implausible. Lord Flynn is of course a beloved frat-pack member living in a dump with his fellow bros. He specifically pops up in these bonus chapters going through the motions necessitated by his aristocratic bloodline. His mom/family is eager to marry him and his sister off - of course he seems miserable about the whole idea. But also resigned to it? It seems complicated. TLDR there's a world where Flynn's like "woof, yeah I gotta get married off but the heart wants what it wants!" There is precedent!

Also, I've been 👀 Flynn since it was flagged that he has "super rare earth powers" not commonly seen in Valbaran Fae... first off, what does that mean? Second, hot?!

Well I've done it again, so many words and nothing really of note to take away haha. I'll be honest, my mind was not in a Tristan Flynn headspace!! I'm kind of bogged down in my own thoughts about the witchier women of this multiverse... but in my dragon theory speculation Flynn popped up again and I really can't explain why random dead ends are turning up Tristan!!! I'm not mad about it, but I wish I understood.

#sjm multiverse #throne of glass #cc3 #sjm multiverse spoilers #sjm theory #manon blackbeak #tristan flynn #tristan crochan #crochan witches #rhiannon crochan #crescent city #house of sky and breath #kingdom of ash #autumn king #bryce quinlan

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whentheleahvesfall · 2 months ago

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How about 4 and/or 7 for the pmd ask thing? :3

Woo, first time I’m taking a crack at this so do expect scuffedness ahead, but let’s see what I can do!

What did you name your hero and partner characters? And why?

In most of my main PMD playthroughs, I would often stick to my main name and go with a default nickname that would come in my head because my younger self was very by-the-numbers, and my existing copies still have my irl name on there as it felt similar to the RPG spirit when I played games like Skyrim and KOTOR, before eventually then settling down on the OC names I got below. I guess I begin giving the rundown of all my OC names, starting with my first PMD game.

Super:

Cormac is based on my irl self, so he shares my name as I thought it would help for immersion, but looking more into it and I realised that my name has a lot of meanings like “son of the raven” and “legendary charioteer”. However, there was one meaning out of pure random spite that I happened to look up and my name had a relation to “tree trunk”, which immediately made me think to the Tree of Life and its role in the story. Whilst the hero’s background as a warrior who fought Dark Matter felt honestly really cool to have as that’s my own first name, my take on his character being that he grows vengeful to those around him and being angsty and very self-doubtful also goes to how it can relate to “corruption”, which I would eventually imagine as the reason why he has his scar over the right eye.

Sprout came from my partner in PSMD in my one and only playthrough of the game which was just simply Bulbasaur and “Bulbs” in Rescue Team DX, before I eventually went with it due to the cabbage dino having a plant on his back (he’s such a dork) and how he sprouted as being a kindred spirit into the reincarnation of Mew that he’s known as today.

Explorers:

Harmony (Explorers Hero) is what I’d like to have if I eventually get around to playing and beating EOS via emulator, but in my mind he would become the deuteragonist of my PSMD fanfic that I think I probably want to rewrite at some point so I have a clear goal in mind where I’d like to take it. His name is supposed to be irony due to Cormac’s only existing harmony scarf and his species as a Riolu of being able to sense aura, but I wanna write the both of them being a one-sided into a temporary two-sided rivalry before they become equal and shared friends.

Flurr (Explorers Partner) essentially begins the trend of being trying to think of a name for the characters as I was unsure of where I wanted to go from the main three I had in my mind, but I guess her name came from Zelda and the “Flurry Rush” ability Link is able to perform in the games, and her rapid nature to attend to Harmony’s ever-increasing sass is what lead me to I think picking her name. She’s also my only female partner character so my mind went “AWWWWW YEAH, HERO X PARTNER TIME” and headcanon flurrfy comments were born. These two goofballs I gotta draw, and also I NEED to draw Flurr’s design, I do wanna imagine what she looks like <3

Gates:

Cormos is again based on my irl name but the last two letters are changed, but he’s my hero and he’s a Tepig. Tepig was the first Pokémon I ever used in any Pokémon game for a starter due to a leant copy I got from one of my older stepbrothers and the rest is history. His name I eventually decided to go with on an as-of-yet started playthrough of KOTOR 2.

Tusk (Gates Partner) came from one of the Club Penguin villain characters you find as the main antagonist of Card-Jitsu Snow and I loooovvveeed playing that as a kid. Often I’d spent upwards of tens of hours playing the parties and virtual worlds and the fact that Tusk is an Axew makes it so much better as it’s as close to a walrus-like creature you can get from the game’s available starters XD

Rescue Team:

Scrald and Planker (Torchic and Totodile Hero and Partners) only came to my head when I wanted to try writing a story prompt for the Hero and Partner week that took place earlier in the year, and because my canon playthrough simply just used my irl name and Bulbs from an OC PMD team I made aggggeeesss ago, those two names popped into my head and they’d eventually stick. Scrald’s name is based on what I imagine is his firey personality, often liking flamed berries and getting very flustered whenever someone tries to help in or puts their confidence in him, often flailing his feathers about without a basic care in the world XD Planker came from the snapping jaws he has when he too gobbles up food, so if they ever went to the Expedition Society or Wigglytuff’s Guild, the two would probably compete in food completions to see if one of them could outlast the other by one-upping them.

Spoiler alert: they both fail.

A lot.

But on the plus side, come the fugitives arc, Scrald (when not eating) becomes the most insecure fire type one has ever laid eyes upon. I like to imagine it much like Harmony that since his name sounds like the move “Scald”, that he’d be feeling warm on the inside whilst they travel to see Ninetails. Only it’s more like “Screw this!” and it being cold. Poor hero has it tough in those games, and that’s where his personality is based on. Planker is more of a blank slate for me, so eventually I’d like to flesh him out, but my brain go brrrrrr

How do you interpret the future trios relationships to each other?

I think all of them ship each other and Dusknoir and Grovyle have something called B E I N G G A Y when special episode 5 comes around, whilst Celebi is being mischievous pink cabbage gremlin with the time travel abilities to play ring-a-ring-a-rosies with the funny ghost man and has to endure his 6+ long hour cardio session of flying around before his Sableye lackeys can even do a thing. If I’m gonna be perfectly honest, seeing yours, Scribz’s and some other people’s perceptions of the future trio have permanently altered my brain to not see them as nothing more than three peas in a squished pod and you can’t change my mind, they’re all poly-coded and love each other that much.

That took a while to write lmao, but thank you for the ask!

#ask game #leah’s list of lollicking #pmd #pokemon #self blog #rambling

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illiana-mystery · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday

Recently I started a new fic, Bloodlust, which is about Lionel "Elvis" Cormac (Willem's character from Daybreakers) saving and falling in love with a human woman while he's still a vampire.

But now, I've also began writing a request for a mutual about Bud Carter (Willem's character from Bad Country) protecting a local baker he has a crush on from a dangerous gang after she witnesses a drug deal gone wrong.

So I have decided to give you a sneak peek of Chapter 3 of Bloodlust and a little taste of what's to come with the Bud fic I'm calling: Love and Beignets.

And I will be posting the first chapter of the latter tomorrow, so stay tuned. 😉

@ghnaim24 @iobsessoverfictionalmen

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Bloodlust

As for me, I had some trouble catching zzz's. It wasn't anything new though.

I've always been a barely functioning insomniac.

But there were plenty of nights when I had a decent sleep, long before my infection. I still fondly remember Tyler waking up some nights and cuddling me even closer to help me fall asleep.

I got so used to sleeping alone though, that the memory was only a very faded thought that crept in my mind to taunt me.

So I was only half asleep when I heard faint cries and a loud scream coming from the bedroom. I jolted up and scurried into the room, fearing what I would see when I walked in.

She was shaking, sitting in a fetal position with her arms wrapped tight around her bent legs. Her breaths were shallow and deep and her eyes looked out in a trance-like state.

I wondered if she even knew that I was in the room, until she stared at me with the same fear in her eyes as when she was in The Velvet Room.

"Get away from me!" she yelled and next thing I knew I had a pillow smack me square in the face.

She must have had a night terror and seeing me probably didn't help.

She obviously wasn't in her right mind.

"Brandi, Brandi, look it's me. Elvis. It's okay, I'm here. I won't hurt you."

"Elvis?"

"Yes, it's me. You remember?"

She looked down in confusion, before looking back at me with a small smile on her face. She didn't speak though, so I slowly walked over to her.

To my surprise, she moved over and pat the side of the bed she was on so I followed her request.

And once I was next to her, she moved over to my lap and rested her head on my shoulder. I held her closer and kissed her forehead, then noticed how red and puffy her eyes truly were.

She had to have been crying longer than I thought.

But about what? Was she still trying to process what happened earlier or was it deeper than that?

Either way, I wasn't gonna judge. Seemed like she had a hard life. I really had no idea...until she started talking.

"I'm sorry for throwing that pillow at you."

I snickered.

"It's okay. It was just a pillow. Didn't hurt me at all."

"I know, but I still feel bad. I shouldn't treat you like that."

"I promise it's fine. No need to apologize," I assured her, before asking, "Did you think I was someone else?"

She looked down after I asked and sighed before saying,

"Remember how I was telling you about my big break earlier?"

"Yeah, what about it?" I asked as I gently worked my fingers through her afro.

"Well, I wasn't completely honest about it...what I mean is I left out some details."

"Like what?"

"To answer that, I kinda have to start back at my childhood."

"Okay, I'm listening."

"You probably already assume that I had a rough life and you wouldn't be wrong. You see from the time I was born to when I was about six, I grew up in a broken home. My father was an abusive drunk and he would constantly beat my mother. And I witnessed it every time, but when I would try to stop him, he would hit me too and lock me in my room without food. But when I was six, my mom had enough and called the cops on him. He was arrested and locked away for a couple of years and my mom moved on and married my step-dad. Life became better for me and my mom and I loved my step-dad. He even adopted me and I took his last name. But good things never stay good for me."

Her lip quivered and her eyes began to water as she took a hard breath.

I could tell she was trying to keep herself together.

"You don't have to go on if..."

"No, no. It's fine. I just needed a moment," she claimed before she went back to explaining.

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Love and Beignets

"But until we bust them, we need to keep Miss Broussard safe."

"Of course, Stan. She can stay with me," he quickly offered. "I don't mind the company and I got plenty of room at my place."

The Sheriff rolled his eyes and smirked at him. He was more than aware of what Bud agreed to this.

"Well, what do you say, Miss Broussard? You'd be putting your life in Bud's hands."

She softly smiled before agreeing.

"Sure, I trust Bud. But what's gonna happen with my business? If I have to stay hidden, can my shop even open?"

"Yes, your assistant manager will be allowed to open and we will have police presence hidden around the store. We will get in contact with her to let her know."

"Oh, okay. Thank you so much. I really don't want my patrons to have to suffer."

Bud smiled, admiring her selflessness he loved so much. She really did like giving back to the community, hell she always donated to local charities, held coat drives for the homeless, collected school supplies for poor income families, and gathered canned foods for that same demographic. She was an angel in human form and he was so glad he was gonna get to spend even more time with her.

"Of course. You're one of the backbones of the community," the Sheriff said. "And as for you Bud, looks like we're gonna have to cut your vacation short."

"Fine by me. I'm more than happy to help put those lowlifes away. And I figured you would make that executive decision."

"Right, well I think we got all we need for now. You're free to go, Miss Broussard."

"Okay," she softly said. "Should I leave my car here?"

"Oh yes, glad you asked. Yes, you can keep it here. Don't want to tip off any gang members. We'll keep it safe from harm."

"Thank you, Sheriff."

The Sheriff nodded before he noticed Bud walking out with her but he stopped him in his tracks.

"Bud, can I have a word with you?"

"Sure. Can you wait for me outside, Miss Broussard?"

She nodded and left to two men alone.

"What's up, Stan?"

"Bud, I know you're in love with her, but you have to remember that you're keeping her safe because that's your job. I don't want you to make her uncomfortable while she's in your care. You have to keep it professional, got it?"

"I know, Stan. I'm not some hormonal teenager. I know how to control myself. And I also know that no one is gonna hurt her. I'll make sure of it. No harm will ever come to her," he declared. "Now, I need to make my home comfortable for my guest. See you bright and earlier tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," his superior replied as Bud left and went back by Mona.

"Thank you for letting me stay with you. It really means a lot," the young lady said as they were walking to his car.

"Of course. I'm just glad you trust me enough to agree to stay with me."

She giggled.

"Why would I not trust you? You're a good man, Bud and a damn good detective. There's no one else in this world that I would trust more."

He blushed.

"Thank you kindly," he replied as he walked over to his car. Swiftly, he unlocked it and held the door open for Mona which she took before he went over to the driver's side.

"I've always loved your car," she chirped after he got in.

"Thanks. This is my old girl. I've had her since my first day of academy. But she still drives like the first day I got her."

She only giggled in response before asking,

"Can you take me to my house? I just need to grab some clothes before we go back to your place."

"Oh, I know. I was gonna take you there. You do still need clothes," he jokingly said before snickering.

"Right," she sighed as he pulled out of his parking spot and began to drive. "I just wasn't sure how this witness protection thing works."

"No worries," he quickly said, eyes still watching the road. "If you get confused about your current situation, don't hesitate to ask."

He grabbed her hand after and tightly squeezed it, just to insure that she knew she was in safe hands.

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Tagging: @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky and @writingkitten

#hope you're excited for more #i know my writing has been all over the place #but i promise these sporatic updates will be worth it #lionel elvis cormac #daybreakers #bud carter #bad country #wip #current wip #wip wednesday #my wips #work in progress #fanfiction #fanfic #willem dafoe

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sunday-brunch · 1 year ago

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I was tagged by my very kind friend @lightcycler to do 15 questions for 15 mutuals. Thank you sweets!! 💕💕

1. Are you named after anyone??

My middle name is my great grandmas middle name. ☺️

2. Do you have any kids?

Nope. I have two nephews and a niece that I adore and would do anything for, but kids aren't for me.

3. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Only with my mom it seems.

4. When was the last time you cried?

Last month reading The Road by Cormac McCarthy. Absolutely terrifying book but it was really good. It took me like a month to read because every few pages I'd have to stop to catch my breath. The ending had me crying like a baby.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I smile at everyone so usually I notice wether or not they smile back.

6. Eye color?

Blue 💙

7. What sports do you/have you played?

I haven't played any sports since I was like 9 playing baseball with my brother and cousins. I slid past the base and hit my head on my grandmas brick flowerbed. I have a scar on my eye brow from cutting it on the brick.

8. Any special talent?

I've never had brain freeze, no matter how much ice cream I've eaten. Does that count? Lol 😬

9. Where were you born?

Missouri, unfortunately.

10. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I can only watch certain scary movies.

11. Do you have any pets?

No anymore. I'm not allowed pets in my apartment. :(

12. How tall are you?

5'9

13. What are your hobbies?

I love to read, cook and watch old movies (especially the older monster movies). I use to paint, draw and write, mostly poetry, but I haven't done any of it in years. I also do a bit of yoga but none of the fancy moves.

14. Favorite subject in school?

English.

15. Dream job?

Writer, interior decorator or oceanographer.

I tag @xrinsohma @geehoneybee & @sassyredheadedmess (no pressure) 💕

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nightsidewrestling · 2 years ago

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D.U.D.E Bios: Branwen McCormick

The Fomorian Princess of C.R.C Branwen McCormick (2020)

Kirby's cousin and the daughter of Bran and Meinir, Branwen. An Irish-Catholic living in Wales and a sweet, easy-going mother. She's a Mama Bear and her husband is a Papa Wolf, they do not take threats lightly.

"I will admit, I find it hard to get my Da's entrance music out of my head."

Name

Full Legal Name: Branwen Úna Olwen Órlaith McCormick (Née Rhydderch)

First Name: Branwen

Meaning: Means 'Beautiful Raven' from Old Welsh 'Bran' 'Raven' and 'Gwen' 'Fair, White, Blessed'

Pronunciation: BRAN-wehn

Origin: Welsh, Welsh Mythology

Middle Name(s): Úna, Olwen, Órlaith

Meaning(s): Úna: Probably derived from Old Irish 'Úan' meaning 'lamb'. Olwen: Means 'White Footprint' from Welsh 'Ol' 'Footprint, Track' and 'Gwen' 'Whire, Fair, Blessed'. Órlaith: Means 'Golden Ruler', from Old Irish 'Ór' 'Gold' combined with 'Flaith' 'Ruler, Sovereign, Princess'

Pronunciation(s): OO-na. OL-wehn. OR-la

Origin(s): Irish, Medieval Irish. Welsh, Welsh Mythology, Arthurian Romance. Irish, Old Irish

Surname: McCormick (Née Rhydderch)

Meaning: From Gaelic 'Mac Cormaic' meaning 'Son of Cormac' (Rhydderch: From the given name 'Rhydderch', from the Old Welsh name 'Riderch', derived from 'Ri' 'King' and 'Derch' 'Exalted')

Pronunciation: mac-KOR-muck (HRUDH-ehrkh)

Origin: Irish, Scottish (Welsh)

Alias: Fomorian Princess, Branwen McCormick

Reason: This is Branwen's ring name

Nicknames: Bran, Wen

Titles: Mrs

Characteristics

Age: 32

Gender: Female. She/Her Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: Welsh. Welsh-Irish Mix. Dual Citizenship ROI-UK

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: July 30th 1988

Symbols: Fomorians, Giants, Crowns

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Religion: Irish-Catholic

Native Language: Welsh

Spoken Languages: Welsh, Irish, Scottish (Scots Gaelic), English

Relationship Status: Married

Astrological Sign: Leo

Theme Song: 'I Think I'm Paranoid' - Garbage (2006-)

Voice Actor: Ella Kenion

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Tullahought, Kilkenny, Republic of Ireland

Current Location: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Hometown: Llanfaethlu, Anglesey, Wales

Appearance

Height: 5'4" / 162 cm

Weight: 160 lbs / 72 kg

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair Colour: (Born Blond) Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: N/A

Facial Hair: N/A

Tattoos: (As of Jan 2020) 10

Piercings: Ear Lobe (both)

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Smoker, Social Drinker

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Allies: (As of Jan 2020) The Rhydderch Clan

Enemies: (As of Jan 2020) None

Friends: Maeve Pritchard, Deirdre Llewellyn, Bridget Griffiths, Rosaleen O'Sullivan, Aisling O'Hannigan, Caoimhe O'Hannegan, Eithne O'Hannagan, Kathleen Mulrennan, Haf McFarlane, Tydfil McFarland, Olwen McDermott, Gwen McCracken, Llinos McConnell

Colleagues: The C.R.C Locker Rooms / Too Many To List

Rivals: None

Closest Confidant: Faron McCormick

Mentor: Meinir Rhydderch

Significant Other: Faron McCormick (33, Husband)

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Bran Rhydderch (68, Father), Meinir Rhydderch (69, Mother, Née Gallagher)

Parents-In-Law: Scott McCormick (63, Father-In-Law), Enid McCormick (64, Mother-In-Law, Née MacCormaic)

Siblings: Mostyn Rhydderch (38, Brother), Darach Rhydderch (35, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Namrata De Veen (42, Faron's Sister, Née McCormick), Radosław De Veen (43, Namrata's Husband), Bolesław McCormick (39, Faron's Brother), Shanti McCormick (40, Bolesław's Wife, De Smet), Maya De Lang (36, Faron's Sister, Née McCormick), Czesław De Lang (37, Maya's Husband), Khulan Coeman (30, Faron's Sister, Née McCormick), Félagi Coeman (31, Khulan's Husband), Ásketill McCormick (27, Faron's Brother), Odtsetseg McCormick (28, Ásketill's Wife, Née Coenen), Oyuun Colijn (24, Faron's Sister, Née McCormick), Þórfastr Colijn (25, Oyuun's Husband), Kálfr McCormick (21, Faron's Brother), Uyanga McCormick (22, Kálfr's Wife, Née Coolen), Sarnai McCormick (18, Faron's Sister), Ambroży McCormick (15, Faron's Brother), Anjali McCormick (12, Faron's Sister), Bogumił McCormick (9, Faron's Brother), Kalpana McCormick (6, Faron's Sister), Bogusław McCormick (3, Faron's Brother) Genista Rhydderch (39, Mostyn's Wife, Née Lestrange), Gertrude Rhydderch (36, Darach's Wife, Née Lesauvage)

Nieces & Nephews: Afsoun De With (22, Niece, Née De Veen), Ambrósio De With (23, Afsoun's Husband), Álvaro De Veen (19, Nephew), Afsun De Veen (16, Niece), Ángelo De Veen (13, Nephew), Anahita De Veen (10, Niece), António De Veen (7, Nephew), Arezoo De Veen (4, Niece), Antônio De Veen (1, Nephew), Świętomierz McCormick (19, Nephew), Parysatis McCormick (16, Niece), Szczęsny McCorimck (13, Nephew), Malalai McCormick (10, Niece), Wielisław McCormick (7, Nephew), Afsoon McCormick (4, Niece), Zdzisław McCormick (1, Nephew), Łukasz De Lang (16, Nephew), Sarita De Lang (13, Niece), Sobiesław De Lang (10, Nephew), Tara De Lang (7, Niece), Sulisław De Lang (4, Nephew), Atossa De Lang (1, Niece), Hallbjǫrn Coeman (10, Nephew), Narangerel Coeman (7, Niece), Hróarr Coeman (4, Nephew), Oyunchimeg Coeman (1, Niece), Hrǿríkr McCormick (7, Nephew), Oyuunchimeg McCormick (4, Niece), Kóri McCormick (1, Nephew), Solongo Colijn (4, Niece), Þórgísl Colijn (1, Nephew), Zaya McCormick (1, Niece), Eadberht Rhydderch (18, Nephew), Dahlia Rhydderch (15, Niece), Calla Rhydderch (12, Niece), Bairrfhionn Rhydderch (9, Nephew), Abner Rhydderch (6, Nephew), Zoe Rhydderch (3, Niece), Yvonne Rhydderch (15, Niece), Xzavier Rhydderch (12, Nephew), Wallace Rhydderch (9, Nephew), Venetia Rhydderch (6, Niece), Unnr Rhydderch (3, Niece)

Children: Taliesin McCormick (12, Son), Samuel McCormick (9, Son), Rainbow McCormick (6, Daughter), Quintella McCormick (3, Daughter)

Children-In-Law: None

Grandkids: None

Great Grandkids: None

Wrestling

Billed From: Kilkenny, Ireland

Trainer: The C.R.C Wrestling School, Bran Rhydderch

Managers: Faron McCormick

Wrestlers Managed: Faron McCormick

Debut: 2006

Debut Match: Branwen Rhydderch VS Meinir Rhydderch. Double Count Out

Retired: N/A

Retirement Match: N/A

Wrestling Style: Hardcore

Stables: The Rhydderch Clan (2006-)

Teams: No Team Names

Regular Moves: Backslide, Brainbuster, Elevated Powerbomb, Diving Headbutt, Double Underhook Pildriver, Enzuigiri, German Suplex, Lifting Double Underhook Facebuster, Saito Suplex, Sitout Double Underhook Powerbomb, Seated Chinlock, Snap Suplex

Finishers: Diving Splash, High-Angle Implant DDT, One-Handed Electric Chair Driver, Cradle Piledriver

Refers To Fans As: The Fans, The Family

Extras

Backstory: Branwen Rhydderch of the C.R.C (Welsh Wrestling League / Cynghrair Reslo Cymru) owning Rhydderch family. When Bran dies Branwen will have a 1/24th ownership of the promotion. Branwen is a 'Fomorian Style' (Hardcore) trainer. She's a quarter-Irish and three quarters-Welsh

Trivia: Nothing of Note

#D.U.D.E #original character #Rhydderch #C.R.C Wrestling Family #C.R.C Wrestling Promotion #C.R.C Wrestling School #Rhydderch Clan

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secretkeeper13 · 2 years ago

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heyy if youre not busy can i request a character study of cormac mclaggen and his childhood? :))

Hi @amnourmoon! Thank you so much for the ask!

I’m guessing you’ve read (and hopefully enjoyed) Christmas with Cormac! I drew Cormac randomly as part of the Hinny discord minor character challenge. I knew immediately that I wanted to write a missing moment of Slughorn’s Christmas Party from his POV. I was pleasantly surprised at how easy his POV was for me to write (I’m not sure what that says about me), and I had a lot of fun writing it (does anyone not enjoy making fun of an asshole?).

As far as a character study, I don’t think I have it in me tonight to properly write a fic exploring his childhood (sorry), but I’d love to share my thoughts on Cormac’s character and my headcanon for his backstory below the cut

To start, from canon, we know quite a bit about Cormac. He’s a Gryffindor, but literally the worst parts of the Gryffindor attributes personified. He’s arrogant, overconfident, and ridiculously self-assured. He’s an entitled, aggressive, braggart. He thinks he’s a special gift to the world (and especially to women). His family is well-connected enough to earn him a spot in the Slug Club, and he’s firmly a part of the wizarding world’s old boy’s club network. We know he said some nasty things about Ron and Ginny during Quidditch trials. (I head canon that his animosity towards Ginny stems from him asking Ginny out and her rejecting him). He’s a narcissist, so he lacks self-awareness, and always blames others for his mistakes— remember that disaster of a Quidditch match?

In short, canonically, he is a massive dick. So how did he come to be one? (I’m a firm believer that dicks aren’t born, they’re made). My head canon:

Cormac grew up in a wealthy area of a large city (Endinburgh, perhaps, given his last name, or maybe London). He was an only child, but his father had two older brothers (one of whom was Uncle Tiberius, of course), and their family was close. Cormac had five older cousins, all boys, and their family had them educated together at home (by a governess who was a witch). His parents undoubtedly spoiled him with material things, but they were a fixture in the wizarding world social scene, and often off attending parties and fundraiser galas. So, Cormac was often left with his governess and his cousins in a frat-house meets primary school nightmare, where the seeds of toxic masculinity that their fathers’ impressed upon them early on flourished unabated (that poor governess didn’t stand a chance). There were lots of stupid dares, bets, and sporting challenges, and as they grew older, Cormac was privy to a lot of misogynistic comments about women.

Cormac was the last to go off to Hogwarts, and when he did, he was sorted into Gryffindor (just like his older cousins, naturally). He wanted to play Quidditch, but Oliver Wood was already in his position.

When he turned fourteen, his cousins (who were all of age) took him to a pub and got him plastered and then dared him to get off with one of their girlfriends’ friends (who was 17 and highly intoxicated). He had his first semi-sexual experience there in the alley behind the pub, and never looked back. Unfortunately for Cormac (and fortunately for women), he had a hard time getting sober girls to give him the time of day, and he never seemed to make it much past the first date. Of course, he told himself that this was because girls were intimidated by his athletic prowess, good looks, and impressive connections. But he needed to get off with someone to show his friends he’s got game. And when Hermione decided to ask him out, he said yes, despite the fact that (according to him) she’s not in his league.

So that’s Cormac, in all his glory (well, he thinks he’s glorious, at least)!

Thanks again for the ask, I always love to share my head canons!

#cormac mclaggen #character study #backstory #he’s truly incomparable

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clemgreenwood · 2 years ago

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"I always thought when I got older that God would sort of come into my life in some way. He didn't. I don't blame him. If I was him I'd have the same opinion about me that he does." - Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

Name: Clementine Greenwood Age: 24 Gender: Cis woman Pronouns: She/Her Occupation: Sales associate at Flowers & Company / undergrad Biology student at UPenn Neighborhood: University City

basic stats.

Full Name: Clementine Agnes Rita Greenwood Nickname(s): Clem Birthday: 19 November 1998 Zodiac: Scorpio sun, Sagittarius moon Sexuality: Bicurious Hometown: Willow Grove, PA Education: HS diploma (Mount Saint Joseph Academy); AS (Montgomery Country Community College); BS in Biology (University of Pennsylvania, current) Religion: Catholic agnostic

physical.

Hair Color: Naturally light blonde Eye Color: Blue Height: 5'4 Tattoos: None Piercings: One in each lobe, usually wearing small pearls Scars: None Fashion: Modest in a slutty way

family.

Mother: Abigail Greenwood (née Williams), 46 Father: Robert "Bobby" Greenwood (deceased) Sibling(s): Gemma Greenwood, 32 Half-sibling(s): Marley Callahan, 32

personality.

+ Hard-working, intelligent, curious, dependable, empathetic, resilient, neat, polite - Codependent, self-indulgent, indecisive, morbid, obsessive

headcanons.

Carries around a pocket-sized bible with her in her purse, not because she ever really reads it but just as a comfort thing

Always wearing a tiny silver cross necklace her grandma gave her for her confirmation

Pretty good at drawing so her little sketches in her bio notebooks are so cool. Doesn't really draw outside of that though

Super scatterbrained. Forgets shit all the time. Has to have millions of reminders and alarms on her phone

Looooves philosophical discussions and finding out what other people think about how the world works and their opinions on religion etc. Great discussion partner bc she doesn't get combative or upset, just genuinely really likes hearing other people's thoughts

Pretty sheltered in a lot of ways still despite going out of her way to see and read and learn and talk about the things she wasn't exposed to in her childhood

She visits her dad's grave almost every weekend and has always really liked cemeteries so she spends a lot of time there

Loves wine, especially red. Hates beer, still bad at drinking liquor

Has tried smoking weed maybe once or twice but never really gotten high. Super curious about it though and wants to get high

biography.

From day one, Clementine Greenwood was a paradox of conflicting information. During the entirety of her mother Abigail’s (unplanned) pregnancy, she believed she was having a boy, confirmed by the doctors and never second-guessed until Clementine was born. “God heard me and gave me another baby girl,” Abigail told her husband. Abigail had wanted another girl because her first, Gemma, eight years old at that point, had already disappointed her by resisting the Catholic faith she held so close to her heart. Clementine was a do-over. Another chance to create a person in her own image.

But Clementine, even at five years old and starting private Catholic school, was already destined to disappoint her mother eventually. She certainly tried not to — from that age forward, a willful cognitive dissonance began to form like a wall in her mind, making space for two conflicting truths to coexist. In some deep part of herself, she never believed in the god they spoke of in school, or any god at all for that matter. She didn’t believe any of the stories they told, or that miracles were real, and when she watched her teachers and her peers and the priests during mass, transported by their faith, she felt nothing more than a deep and aching loneliness, as if for some reason god or Jesus or some unnameable third thing had forgotten about her. She tried though; as she got older, Clementine forced herself to believe. It didn’t work on a fundamental level, and the guilt would sometimes creep up on her in the middle of night, scaring her nearly into panic attacks, but during the day she shut down her instinct and grasped bravely at straws. Sometimes she even believed she believed.

She was only ten when Gemma moved out. Eight years younger, Clementine’s older sister had babied her as much as their parents did, and when she left she told a very young and very devastated Clementine that she was sorry she had to leave her, but that she simply couldn’t live there anymore without destroying her mental health and sense of self. A ten year old Clementine didn’t understand this, and only began to reflect on it more as she got older.

As a preteen, she began to tell herself that one day god would come to her. This, she found, was easier to believe. That one day, by those same miracles they taught them about in school, the holy spirit would find her and she would stop having to pretend, which became harder and harder as time wore on. The cognitive dissonance grew as she split her time between playing the part and rebelling against it. She would wear her prettiest dress to Sunday services and beg Jesus to come find her, and then at night let a boy from the other school feel her up behind the church.

It was partly her mother’s religious mania that drove Clementine closer to her father, but it wasn’t just that. Her dad was her person. He knew all her favorite things, and he never inadvertently made her feel guilty for her internal struggles the way her mom did. He was a rock in a world that felt horribly unstable. And here was another paradox: Bobby Greenwood was a good father — and he was also a terrible father. What Abigail knew, Gemma suspected, and Clementine had not one single clue about, was the affair Bobby had had before Gemma was born, with a woman in Arizona who got pregnant around the same time as Abigail, and the estranged daughter he’d been sending letters to in secret since then.

In her late teens and early twenties, Clementine began searching for meaning anywhere she could find it. God had still not come to her, and now her comfort thought from her teen years — that he would come eventually — had begun to fade. She looked for it in hobbies that never grew into anything, books of poetry and philosophy that contradicted each other, in relationships that felt shallow and confusing at best, and in sex with strangers that only heightened her sense of existential dread. It was around 20 years old that something occurred to her: perhaps she’d been looking for meaning in all the wrong places. It was not philosophy or literature or religion or even language she needed to look to, but science. If she wanted to understand herself and the people around her, surely understanding humans at a biological level was the true starting point.

And she was good at it, she found. With Gemma’s help, she enrolled herself in community college, received her Associate’s Degree in just under two years, and got accepted into UPenn to finish her degree in biology. There was no career path she had in mind, no ultimate goal beyond understanding how humans and animals and all living things on this planet functioned on an anatomic level. She piled loans on herself with the carelessness of a person who has never shouldered much real responsibility, and whose ability to plan for the future had never been very good.

In early fall of 2022, when Clementine was starting her senior year at UPenn, her father died in a sudden and violent fashion. The police told them he’d been mugged, and that it appeared there had been a struggle over his watch before he was shot. Not even an expensive watch — obviously something with sentimental value. Abigail had long ago surmised that the watch he never took off was something given to him by the Arizona woman, and this not only confirmed it but made her hate him in death. Again, Gemma suspected. And again, Clementine felt only lost and confused. Where in the last few years she’d had some success trying to heal from her religious trauma, this brought it all back again. She found herself on her knees by her bed every night praying for answers, for god to give her a reason for taking her dad, and to forgive her for the intrusive thoughts that kept asking why if one of them had to go, it couldn’t have been her mom.

She’s still reeling from his death, and now, coming to the end of her degree, she doesn’t know anymore if it was worth it, or if she found any of the meaning she was looking for.

current connections.

long lost half-sister of @marleycallahan

wanted connections.

Regulars at the flower shop she works at

People from UPenn (peers, teachers, etc)

Friends/connections of Clementine's older sister

Exes, fwb, past hookups, etc

Negative influences who tap into her vulnerability and get her to party and try drugs, etc

#phillyintro #religion tw #religious trauma tw #death tw #parental abandonment tw

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theheartlandsblog · 10 months ago

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How did you come up with Adrik? He seems very interesting and stoic

hullo, anon! =)

this is gonna sound SO nerdy, i'm 100% aware of how nerdy it sounds, y'all can go ahead and mention how nerdy it is, i get it. but honestly? adrik started as literally just me wanting to learn to read and speak russian. ('T᷄⌑T᷅) from there, i wanted sincerely to create an outlet for that learning desire, in a way that A. was historically plausible, and B. was as nuanced and NOT stereotypical as possible!

more detail on all that below the cut, if you're interested, and willing to read a lot! thank you for asking about my darling boy! <3

i think i have always enjoyed just learning on my own terms, anyway. i had atrocious grades in high school and was abysmal in my japanese classes, but as soon as i got out of formal schooling, i started getting VORACIOUS about learning. yes. yep. i know it's nerdy. i'd always wanted to speak another language besides english, and i still do, which is why i study both russian and spanish, just cause i want to. so that's where it started - wanting to learn the language.

as all good writing projects begin, it started getting serious one day in the shower, i think it was shortly after or shortly before i had published my first complete RDR fanfic (the name is DUST, it's a little out there, but i am dearly fond of it), i was thinking about writing in general while i was in there, and thought to myself well, wouldn't it be interesting to write in a different language?

then i started reading the works of cormac mccarthy, an american author whose works are thoroughly bilingual in spanish/english, and it FASCINATED me. i'd published 2 RDR fics at that point, i think? and i started committing to language learning. i started with spanish in my fic called SAND (also pretty out there, again, just a warning) but i quickly remembered how i wanted to learn russian too. so i started researching on if russian immigrants came to the united states in the 1800s, to see if i could theoretically include the language into an RDR fic in a realistic manner/presence; to my utmost joy i absolutely could, and the thought-project took off. ;)

he stuck around as a stored-away project until i got the idea for HOMEWARD, i think that was late 2022, and THAT idea came to me while i was replaying the mission where you fetch john from the mountains in the beginning of RDR2. i'd never made an OC so detailed before and i wanted to ensure that whatever home of thought and writing he'd be born into would be properly big enough to house him when he got older. i didn't want to just throw an OC in willy-nilly! in the meantime (fair warning, i'm about to get a little preachy) i'd been inspired character-development-wise by creating someone who was an antithesis to the usual stereotype over in the united states about a russian person, or just kinda russia in general. you know, kind of a drunkard, loud, unintelligent, cruel. i wanted someone who felt like a real person, who was a victim of circumstance, who had an unlikely friend and a vast soul, someone who, like you said, was interesting! i'd decided on creating a russian character before the whole terrible war escalation broke out, but when it did, i think it made me even more determined. i mentioned it in my last ask but i'm ukrainian from my dad's side, so it's a matter close to home.

so, anon, that's his IRL backstory! it's how him and i met. <3 as for him, as a character, his story? i actually have a chapter in HOMEWARD planned for just that! now, though? the time has not yet come... (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ but i can tell you a little. <3 he's forty-two years old in 1899/during the current events of HOMEWARD, and he was born on january 6th, in 1857. i call him "old" all the time only because with the life expectancy of the way he's lived, he's ancient. he's five-feet-eleven-inches tall, and he met annushka in the old country. he's stoic now, like you said, and standoffish as a general rule, but there is so, soooo much more personality in him that i pinky-promise will come out as my story progresses and as he settles in. he's had a brush with scurvy, a run-in with the law, and once upon a time lived upon the longest river in russia. him and i are very eager to tell stories. Вот он! Спасибо <3

#admin #asks #theheartlands fanfiction #adrik grigory #THISSS WAS A GOOD ASK. envigorating

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midnightsaboteur · 2 years ago

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One very special anniversary coming soon...

Nearly ten years ago, at the end of November and into early December 2012, I joined my first group RP on Tumblr. The character I created for that RP?

Daniel Walden.

It’s been on and off for me on Tumblr since that time, but ever since I started as an indie blog Daniel has been with me. He’s never once left my indie blogs nor have I ever lost muse for him.

In all that time, Daniel has been married and divorced. He’s cheated and been cheated on. He’s had husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, casual flings and messy affairs. He’s been everything sexually from a dominant sugar daddy through to a femme domme submissive and there’s very little that he hasn’t tried over time.

A skilled political consultant from a wealthy, Kennedy-esque family by canon bio, Daniel has also been the President of the United States, the Mayor of New York, a US Senator and the White House Chief of Staff in various political AUs. He’s also been a covert crime boss, a CIA agent, a KGB spy, a rockstar, a treasure hunting fixer and a male model in numerous other AUs too.

He’s been the starting point for various other muses of mine, not least children from ships of his that have become muses of mine in their own right (Daniel Jr, Cesca) and other muses past and present who have borne the name Walden too (Cormac, David).

Every long-standing partner of mine has had at least one or two ships with Daniel over time, and a great many other partners who are either now gone or who were fleeting have also had ships with him too. I don’t have the numbers to hand but I know full well he is the muse who I’ve had the most ships with and who I’ll have had the most threads with over time as well.

A big part of my consistent muse for Daniel has been the FC himself, and ironically Seb wasn’t my first choice for the role. It was Ryan Gosling but the RPC had him on reserve and so I opted for Seb, then best known for Gossip Girl and Political Animals. As Seb’s career has grown with Marvel and his other projects over the last ten years, so too have I felt Daniel grow aesthetically as well as in personality and history too.

Reflecting on this milestone, I’m wonderfully proud of this character who has stuck with me for so long and grown so much since that short-lived RP way back in 2012 and early 2013. I can’t put an end date on when I’ll eventually be too busy or too lacking in muse for indie RP, but until the end I know Daniel Walden will be with me, and to be quite honest even beyond that end point too!

Over the next few weeks, I’ll be doing some anniversary starter calls, opens and musings for Daniel, but as a starter piece I wanted to note this milestone and properly express my pride and affection for this special first of characters of mine.

#ch: daniel walden

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jadedxrealityw · 4 years ago

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-Rivals- Hermione Granger x Female Reader

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Kody: I’m using the owls grading system for the story so if that’s not right, sue me i guess idk.

Movie/Show: Harry Potter, ignoring the storyline

House/Year: Ravenclaw / 7th year

Request: Can I request a bold ravenclaw reader (her attitude almost could pass as a slytherin ngl) she's been Hermione's rival when it comes to grades and they DON'T get along very well. Reader is the opposite of mione's reserved personality. But rivals don't kiss and make out with each other secretly in the lavatory 😭 pls enemies to lovers (with some tension;) ykyk and then one day, they walk the great hall hand in hand and everyone is like don't they find each other insufferable?

Possible Triggers/Warnings: if you don’t like lesbians get the hell off my page, sexual tension, enemies to lovers trope, cursing

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love came unexpectedly at times, you learned that at young age from fairy tales and such. Well all kids did, but kids eventually grew up and came to the realization that fairy tales were exactly what they were, fairy tales. Fiction. Not real.

people could call you cold hearted or rude, but you would describe yourself as blunt or brutally honest. Never afraid to speak your mind or point out injustice when you saw fit. To put it simpler terms, professors at Hogwarts preferred you didn’t speak at times.

“Your too outspoken Ms. L/n”

“Stick to your academics Ms. L/n”

“You wouldn’t be in detention so much so if kept your mouth shut Ms. L/n”

merlin, you were exhausted of hearing your own last name. You guessed the only reason you weren’t reprimanded as worse as the Weasley Twins was because you were one of Hogwarts brightest witches, always excelled in academics, in every subject.

you couldn’t explain it to others even if you tried other then it just came naturally. Your parents, when they were attended Hogwarts were both just as naturally skilled in there studies as you were. So you must have inherited there ‘big brain’ as your mother said many times before.

you were never one to gloat though, it was never your style. You were more humble about what you could accomplish. That was until she got involved. That egoistical, hypocritical, Gryffindor girl. Hermione Granger became the bane of your existence early into your fifth year.

until then Ms. Granger had been the top of all her classes, no one even came close to her intelligence, naming her ‘The Brightest Witch At Hogwarts’ and Hermione wore that title with pride. Being a Muggle born put a target on her head as well as stereotypes.

most students and some staff almost immediately came to the conclusion she wasn’t capable of achieving goals that regular half or pure bloods could. It was a terrible way to think, but it was unfortunately the reality of being involved with the wizarding world.

Hermione was lucky to have friends like she did that cared about her no matter who she was or what she became, but it didn’t stop her need to feel validated in her academics. It was the one thing no one could giver her shit for, because she was the best at it and no one else was.

until that fateful fifth year that was mentioned earlier. It was the time when you finally got your mind and heart into your studie. You blew past most of the student body rather quickly, earning the title of the fastest turn around at Hogwarts.

it was nice

then it wasn’t, for Hermione of course

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fifth year / past

“It seems we have two students with an Outstanding this time around” Professor Flitwick spoke as the exams from the previous week had landed neatly onto the wooden desk in front of you. “congratulations Ms. Granger and Ms. L/n”

Hermione’s head perked up like a cat who had heard a bag of hard food shake from the nest room over, eager. She had never heard that name before, it didn’t come as much as an surprise though considering how big Hogwarts was. She leant to the left where Harry Potter sat.

“Who’s L/n? Do you know her?” she asked, casually though Harry knew her better then most. He gave her a half hearted shrug “No clue, try Ron” he suggests. Hermione nods once before leaning over to the right, where the Weasley sat, scowling at his exam.

“Mum’s going to kill me” he muttered, bringing no reaction to Granger’s face. He never studied. “Ron, do you know who this L/n is?” she repeated the question she gave to Harry. Ron turns his head away from the parchment and to Hermione.

his brows furrowed as he searches the corners of his mind for where he had heard the name from, until the visible light bulb popped over his head- well not so visible actually. “Oh um- Y/n L/n. she’s a Ravenclaw, her parents are certified geniuses. They work at the ministry. Department of magical education”

his words did not soothe the wracking thought in the young Granger’s mind. “Certified geniuses?” Hermione echos. “If that’s so how come she’s only getting Outstandings now? she must have cheated somehow” she thought aloud.

“I surely didn’t cheat”

like an owl Hermione’s head turned over her shoulder, her two Gryffindor pals doing the same. In her sight was a girl, her age, in a Ravenclaw robe. She had S/C skin with H/L H/C hair and E/C eyes that were staring back at her. Hermione was almost stunned into silence- keyword being almost.

“the explain the good grade all of the sudden, L/n?”

you looked rather confused. You had never met the girl and she was accusing you of cheating because you had never gotten an Outstanding before? Was this a prank of some sort or fever dream? “I studied for once. You have no right accusing me, i don’t even know you that well”

Harry placed a hand upon Hermione’s shoulder, signaling for her to stop before she caused a scene. Looking back, she should have listened “No right? I have a right to point out people who are just trying to cheat their way through school while people like us actually care about our grades”

what the Gryffindor girl wasn’t expecting was for you to start laughing. Her friend, Cho Chang joining in, finding it just as equally hilarious. Hermione’s face turned just as bright as Ron’s hair. “What is so funny?” you and Cho slowly come to a stop, breathing in and out.

“what’s funny is that your ego is so incredibly large, so much so that it can’t comprehend that someone, not a Gryffindor either was able to match your intelligence. Now shove off ” you said it all with a grin on your face, because you certainly knew you were right.

and from that day, you both despised each other

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seventh year / present

and with every exam, every questioned called on by a teacher, you fastly became Hermione’s rival. It was a term Cho used, but you didn’t really see it that way since you weren’t competing with her. You never studied harder to make sure you got the same grade, never tried to sabotage her in any way.

you didn’t care much about it actually

but you did quite enjoy her face, the way her nostrils flared up an her cheeks turned a bright red in anger. It was cute seeing her so mad. Sending er a wink or sly grin when she glared at you became a daily routine as well. When at first you ignored her you now loved annoying her.

never having to say a word was probably your favorite part.

that’s probably when feelings began to mix into it, but you either didn’t notice or refuse to acknowledge them at all. You genuinely thought you hated this girl, so why in the world would you ever think you liked her? Makes sense, right? Were not even going to mention the questioning your sexuality.

“Sit still while i pass out your exams from yesterday. Once you recieve your paper you may get up and leave”

“You think if Snape got laid he wouldn’t be such a prick?” the Slytherin boy spoke, leaning towards you. turning your head ever so slightly, you lock eyes with Draco “Why are you even sitting here?” you whisper back, giving him a mock astonished look.

he rolls his grey eyes, shrugging his shoulders “You never talk to me outside of class anymore” he grumbles. Is he- Is this- What is happening? “That’s because your a little shit and pushed Neville in the hallway yesterday” yeh, you caught his dumbass.

Draco’s eyes widen a bit, not knowing you had been in the hallway during the crime. “You saw that?- what are you his protector?” he says, clearly as an insult, but oh little did he know that you were indeed exactly what he just said and would say it with pride.

“Yes-”

“Ms. L/n, Outstanding as usual as well Mr. Malfoy. Good work, the both of you” Snape places the exams in front of each of you, but you were both to busy staring in shock. This bitter, old, mean, crude man just compliment you. Merlin, you had finally gotten fathers approval

(what in the fuck am i writing)

“Is this heaven?” Draco questioned, staring bug eyed forward.

“No”

“How do you know?”

“Cormac is here”

“Yeah your right, feelings over” both you and Draco sighed, turning to look at each other before laughing quietly. He was a pretty chill dude sometimes. “What!?” the loud screech filled your ears. All heads turned behind you, so you followed that and saw the one and only Hermione Granger.

she was huffing and puffing. You feared for the stick and straw houses in the world for a moment. Harry quickly stood up and pushed her shoulders down, forcing her back into her seat “I've never gotten an Exceeds Expectations before” Hermione sputters out.

she

got

what

now?

oh this was rich, absolutely hilarious, so much so that Draco had already began to laugh. “Poor Granger, guess you really aren’t the brightest witch” he taunted. Hermione looked up, glaring daggers at the Slytherin. Merlin, he had such a big mouth.

then her brown eyes strayed to you, but you only pursed your lips together, providing her no emotion to work off of. In a haste, she collected her things, leaving the cursed exam on the table nd rushing out the door, both Ron and Harry calling out for her.

fuck

standing up, you grab your bag and look down at Draco. His laughter comes to an end and he looks up at you “What?” he asked. You copied his dementor singers from third year, making him look at your hands. You took that time to reach down and flick his forehead.

he pulls away, his palm rubbing his head in circles “Bloody hell, what was that for?!” he exclaimed. What an idiot. “This is why we don’t hang out” you deadpan before finally going to exit the classroom, leaving a grumbling, mumbling Draco. Something about you being ‘mean friend’

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only having ten minutes until Charms class you began to search the halls. Merlin where had she run off too? The school wasn’t THAT big- okay maybe it was. You had almost called quits, making a mental note to check up on her during lunch when you passed the restroom.

sniffling and crys were heard. You’ll admit, it kind off hurt to hear. Taking a few steps backwards, you use the palm off your hand to slowly push the door open so it wouldn’t creak like the old shit it was. When it was open just enough for you to fit through, you slip in.

gazing around, you see Hermione bent over the sink, sobbing. You could hear her voice becoming rougher by the second as she destroyed her vocal cords. “Granger?” you say, staying a few feet behind her. Hermione looks up in the mirror, spotting you behind her.

her distraught expression quickly shifted to anger “You” she seethed. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion “Me?” you say back, crossing your arms. “Leave me the hell alone L/n!” she shouts, angry tears flooding down her cheeks. Raising your hands, you offer your surrender.

“Shit, sorry. I was just trying to see if you were okay” you admit. Hermione turns on her heels, facing you directly this time before speaking “Oh so now your my friend, your a bully! All you do is step on my toes and try to make me look like a fool!”

“Are you on fucking drugs Granger? Not once have i ever gone out my way to harm you of any sort. Your the one who is obsessed with trying to be better then me and i never gave a shit. I never wanted to be your rival for three years and i certainly never bullied you!”

the words you spoke went out one of Hermione’s ears and out the other. For someone as smart as her, she could be quite dense when angry “You don’t get to play the saint, L/n! I have spent those three years studying as hard as i can and you don’t even have to try!”

throwing your hands up in the air a crazy person because she was honestly starting to make your brain hurt quite a bit, you laugh loudly “Oh my- no one asked you too! What is so wrong with us being the same?! ” you shouted, finally raising your voice as much as she had.

“Because your not a Muggle! You don’t know what it’s like to have everyone you meet already assume your not worth their time just because your parents aren’t witches or wizards!” she crept towards you and which each step she took you took a step right the fuck back.

this chick wasn’t going to hit you, right?

“I have never judged you for your blood status Granger, i frankly could care less. What i do judge you for is you know, the giant ego thing” you spat back only causing her to gasp in offense “I do not have an ego!” she yells, stepping into your boundaries basically.

you had tried to back up like before, but you were pressed up against a wall at this point. “Yes you do and it’s as big as Hagrid!” you reply. Hermione grabs the collar of your white uniform shirt, pulling you down a bit so her face was inches from yours, trying to intimidate you.

“Take it back!” she threatens. In that moment your eyes scanned her face, noting her almost perfect skin, her brown eyes that looked more hazel up close then far away, and her lips. They looked so soft and inviting. You couldn’t quite understand why you were thinking like this all of the sudden.

but it felt right, so right

in a swift motion you place your lips on Hermione’s. You had thought she’d pull away, but only half a second later her arms were wrapped around your neck, pulling you as close as possible to her. You tangled one of your hands into her light brown wavy mess and the other pushed on the small of her back.

the kiss was messy and sloppy, not amount of anything really could make it appropriate. How did you two go from fighting to almost ripping each others uniforms off? A question no one could really answer but yourself as well Hermione.

it was over as soon as it began with Hermione pulling away, leaning her forehead against yours. You could make out the small smile on her face, it made you smile as well. “That was-” she started to speak, but was stopped by her own laughter.

“Yeah” you breathed out. What had just happened?

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four months later

ever since that day you and Hermione would casually meet up in the lavatory to kiss and feel up on each other after, btween, during classes. Anything really. You both had also not interacted at all outside of these visits. Just stayed away from each other as much as possible.

most people thought you two had either made up after three years of rivalry or had decided to no longer interact with each other at all. Little did they know right? Speaking of that, you pull away from Hermione, panting for air “We have divination in three minutes” you spoke.

her face turned to worry instantly making you grin to yourself “Godric, i have to get out of here. Wait a couple minutes” she gathered her belongings and rushed out the restroom not even leaving you with an goodbye kiss. How rude. After about five minutes or so you leave as well

once you get to class you look around the room and spot Hermione already sat with Harry and Ron on one side of the arch like sitting area for the students. “Y/n!” oh not again. Turning your head to the right, you spt the Slytherin boy with his mates.

this guy just doesn’t quit. You plop yourself next to Draco Malfoy “I thought you were going to ignore me again” he admits. Ignoring his statement, you gaze around the people at your table “Where’s Parkinson? If i’m going to be stuck with you gits and Theo i rather it be with her”

Theo cracks a smile while Draco rolls his eyes “She’s sick, stuck in her dorms” he explains. You nod mindlessly and look over at Hermione. She was brushing through her hair with her fingers, trying to make it look like you weren’t tugging on it just minutes ago.

“What’s that on your neck?” Harry asks, moving the top part of Hermione’s robe with his finger, causing her to swat his hand away “It’s just a bug bite” she says with haste. quick thinking, that’s kinda cute. For some odd reason you liked seeing her explain her way out of a hickey that you gave her.

class soon started, but you kept your inventive gaze on her. It was adorable how she would catch you staring and turn a nice shade of red. It brought a smug smile to your face each time. Professor Trelawney had called upon Hermione to ask a question, but she seemed to be too busy avoiding your gaze.

“My dear, Ms. Granger” Trelawney said for maybe the third time until Hermione finally fell back down to reality. She looked at the Professor who gave her a kind smile “Oh um-” the Gryffindor put on a nervous smile, her eyes looking to you. You sent her a wink.

merlin you were such an asshole

Hermione looked at her lap, trying to muster up the words, any words actually. Her savior wore glasses “Hermione isn’t feeling to well. Can Ron and i take her to the hospital wing?” Harry asked. What a buzzkill. Trelawney nods, waving her hand to the direction of the door.

Harry tapped Hermione’s shoulder while Ron grabbed her things and off they went.

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a week later

“I have to head to dinner, you should too. I saw that you didn’t eat during lunch” Hermione spoke, buttoning her uniform shirt. You smile, looking into the mirror so you could fix your hair “Watching me Granger?” you ask, turning away from your reflection.

“You know i worry about your health” she said, which only made your smile wider “What is that stupid smile for?’ Hermione questions, an amused laugh in her tone. Shrugging, you lean against the sink counter “Stupid? I thought you liked my quote on quote ‘Goofy smile’”

Hermione shakes her head, grabbing her bag from the floor “I better see you at dinner or i’ll drag you there myself” she said playfully. An idea popped into your mind. “Then drag me” you smirk, tilting your head to the left. Hermione looks at you, shaking her head again. “You know i can’t”

“Why not? It’s been four months. I would like to be your-” you stopped mid sentence. You both had never really gave each other labels before. It was always just the casual make out and flirting, but now you were much more. Fuck it “I would like to be your girlfriend in public”

Hermione’s brow eyes went wide as she heard those words. It becoming a little too real. You saw her conflicted face and immediately felt some sort of shame. Averting your gaze to the ground, you take a deep breath. “Forget i said anything”

“No!- i mean. I’m ready. Plus i’m tired of being distracted by you during class” Hermione lightened the mood just a tad. You look back up at her, cracking a half smile “I’m most likely still going to distract you” you point out, making her chuckle. Cute.

she inhales sharply “Let’s do this” she states confidently, letting out the breath. She reached out, opening her hand for you to grab. In that small gesture, you knew you would be with this woman for as long as you lived. Grabbing her hand, you intertwined your fingers with hers.

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hand in hand, you walk into the great hall. Heads turned and pupils dialated at the sight of you and Hermione walking in together. You honestly felt a little self conscious until you saw the bright smile of Cho and Luna as well as Draco who gave you a hidden thumbs up.

both you and Hermione took seat at the Gryffindor table. “So Hermione, how long as this been going on?” Harry asked. Hermione glances at you before her best friend “Four months, one week.” she said, gleaming with pride at her memory.

Harry looked taken aback at the time, but gave you both a smile “Well at least you both are getting along finally” he says, Ron nodding beside “Yeah- getting along” the Weasley jokes. You laugh a bit before leaning over to kiss the temple of Hermione's head.

rivals am i right?

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dangerouslyallaboutdraco · 3 years ago

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Rivals

Y/n Y/l/n and Draco Malfoy had been rivals for years.

After Hermione established herself as one of the smartest students, everyone assumed it would be her who Draco had a problem with. Surely his entitled, pureblood supremacist ideology would leave him in a constant feud with a muggle-born.

However, it didn't. Sure, Hermione wasn't Draco's favourite person. He would never like her, as long as she was Potter's best friend. But Hermione wasn't important enough to be the number 1 person he hated.

That title wasn't even given to Harry Potter. The scrawny half-blood who had rejected the blonde's friendship the first day they met. Ron Weasley disgusted him, but Draco recognised him as an inferior.

Y/n Y/l/n was the only one. The only person who was important and superior but still annoying. She was his arch-nemesis.

It was safe to say she annoyed him as much as one person could annoy another. Every hypothesis he had in class, she disagreed with. Draco felt like it was her only mission to annoy him.

In truth, Y/n was just trying to get through it. Hogwarts wasn't easy for a muggle-born, especially when her nemesis thought she wasn't worthy of knowing magic. He made every day a living hell.

"Mudblood Y/l/n." Draco taunted at any chance he got. Most of his tournaments happened in the corridors or Snape's classroom, where Draco couldn't get in trouble.

Y/n knew, deep down, he was just intimidated. She knew she was almost as smart as Draco, and she had just as many friends. It drove him nuts.

It was the night of a Slug Club dinner. The club was one of the only social functions Y/n didn't have to see Draco, so she was always thankful for it. She also had a new dress picked out. It was pink sequins are she adored it. Plus, she was pleased she didn't have to wear a Christmas-themed dress to a party just yet.

Her hair had finished being curled when her date arrived, Cormac McLaggen. He wasn't exactly well known for being a nice guy at Hogwarts, but Y/n couldn't deny he was cute.

"You look hot," McLaggen told her as she stepped out of her common room. He was immediately handsy, his hand resting on her ass. That was not the reason she had picked this dress.

Y/n thanked him nervously, and they started the walk to dinner. On their way through the corridor, they passed Y/n's least favourite Slytherin.

She hoped he wouldn't say anything, but, alas, he did. "McLaggen, what are you doing with a mudblood?" He asked him, completely ignoring Y/n like she wasn't there. That drove her crazy.

"Shove it, Malfoy," Cormac told Draco, not completely defending Y/n, but she was still grateful.

Draco didn't say anything else, but he just continued walking.

The dinner party was interesting. Stories from Slughorn were one of the best things about Hogwarts, and the group got a lot of those. The conversation between students was also always good.

Y/n was enjoying it. Until McLaggen went too far. She was just going to find her date when she overheard him talking, to some of the older boys, about what they had supposedly done sexually. It was all lies. Y/n hadn't even kissed him.

"Uh, Cormac." One of his friends said, seeing Y/n standing behind him.

Cormac turned around, locking eyes with her. Instead of looking sorry, he just looked smug. "What? Don't act like you're not a slut." He jeered.

Y/n's eyebrows raised. That was not what she expected. Suddenly, she felt tears welling in her eyes. So she stormed off. Right out of the room, past Harry, who had heard what Cormac said and Hermione, who looked confused. She didn't stop walking until she was out in the corridor.

Then, she just sat on a bench. Her head in her hands as she bawled her eyes out.

The tears didn't stop coming when someone's sweater was placed around her shoulders.

Y/n didn't look up to talk to the person she assumed was Harry. "Harry, I'm fine." She told him, wiping her tears. "Cormac is an arse."

"It's, uh, it's not Potter." Y/n's head snapped up quickly, making sure the voice matched the person she thought it was. Draco Malfoy. "What did Cormac do to you?" Draco quickly asked.

Y/n huffed, wanting to throw his sweater off her shoulders. "Doesn't matter." She quietly replied. The last thing she wanted right now was Draco to laugh at her. So, she wiped the rest of her tears.

"Yes, it does." Draco strictly said, taking a seat next to her. "Tell me right now, and I'll go find him." He instructed. Y/n had never heard him like this. He was so angry, but she didn't understand why. It was almost protective.

Something made Y/n confess the events of the night to her arch enemy. "He was telling all his stupid friends about things we definitely didn't do." She told him.

Draco rolled his eyes then his sleeves. "I'll be back. Stay here." He told her before matching off.

Y/n didn't know what he was going to do. All she knew was he was seething. He came back 5 minutes later. She immediately noticed his hands. More specifically, his knuckles were blood red.

"Draco," Y/n muttered out, grabbing his hand to look at it. He didn't wince at all. Much to her surprise, he smiled. "What?" She asked, concerned.

"That's the first time you have ever said my first name," Draco explained. It was true. Most of the time, she called him Malfoy, occasionally asshole.

Y/n didn't know what else to say. She just dropped his hand, not feeling like the physical contact was helping her. They sat together in silence for a while.

Finally, Y/n worked up the courage to get the answers she wanted to know. "Why did you do it?" She asked him.

Draco didn't hesitate. "Because he hurt you. No one gets to do that." The thought of him trying to protect her actually made her sick. Even angry.

Y/n's irritation spilled out. "Malfoy, you've hurt me more than anyone else in this school ever has. Even McLaggen." She told him, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration.

Her words made Draco feel like he'd been punched in the face. They made him physically want to cry. "I, uh... I never meant to... I didn't want to hurt you." He tried to explain.

Y/n could see the broken look on her face. She just didn't know if she should dig the knife in or help him. "You still did." She told him, not able to let it go completely.

"I'm sorry." That was the first time she had ever heard him say those words to anyone.

Y/n nodded slowly. "I know. It's in the past now, though." She didn't really feel like rehashing the last 6 years of hatred. "I just want to know why you were ever mean to me." She said it almost too quietly he missed it.

It was also rhetorical, but he answered. "I liked you." She couldn't help her mouth dropping open.

It took her by complete surprise. Her brain almost stopped working, but her heart rate sped up. Even her skin seemed hotter. Even though it wasn't, it felt like the whole world's attention was on her.

Draco could tell he had completely stopped her in her tracks. "Is it so hard to believe?" He asked her. "You were basically the first girl who talked to me." She could smile at that.

"I liked you too." Y/n finally confessed. There was a blush forming on her cheeks, and it shocked Draco. He didn't think he'd ever seen anything more beautiful.

"Liked or like?" Draco asked her, hesitantly but somehow confidently. His palms were sweating as he wrapped them around the bench. Even though it hurt, it was distracting him from the current situation.

Y/n looked at him with a frown. "Are you really trying to make my night worse?" So, she thought it was a joke. Some sick prank Draco had worked up.

The fact he could cause so much distrust upset him. It broke his heart. "I'm serious." He affirmed.

So, she replied. "Like." It finally felt like stress had lifted off her. She had been carrying it around for 6 years.

"I can top that," Draco said as he snapped her attention back into the moment. "I love you." That was not how she expected her night to go. Unsurprisingly, she had also never heard him say those words.

Y/n finally made eye contact with him. "I love you too." Before she could think, her lips were on his. Soft and gentle but still passionate. It was perfect. And it was something both of them had wanted for years.

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harrydracompreg · 4 years ago

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Fic: A Star Danced [NC-17]

Title: A Star Danced Author: Anonymous Prompt: Prompt 22: 'Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be.' ― Carrie Fisher Word Count: 65,388 Rating: NC-17 - Explicit Contains: Discussion of abortion, discussion of sports injury, descriptions of nightmares, brief non-explicit mentions of past Draco/Cormac McLaggen, brief scene of Braxton-hicks pains. Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Epilogue compliant?: Not in the slightest! Who is pregnant?: Draco Malfoy. Notes: A massive thank you to the lovely iero0 who was my very thorough beta and wonderful cheerleader. I couldn't have written this without you. I would also like to thank all the other sprinters on the Drarry discord for their encouragement and support. The fic is named after a quote from Much Ado About Nothing because the idea first sparked on a trip to Stratford Upon Avon. 'There was a star danced, and under that was I born.' Summary: Draco Malfoy has the world at his feet. He's twenty-three, first pick Seeker for Puddlemere United, has brilliant friends and a life he adores. The last thing Draco wants is an unplanned pregnancy, especially one where the other father just so happens to be Harry Potter. Life, however, has other plans for him. A Star Danced

#2021 hdmpregfest #2021 mpreg fest drarry #drarry mpreg #pregnant!draco #mpreg fic

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vulpixen · 3 years ago

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Memories Past

Here is my fourth and final entry for @stanuary this year for Week 4: Past. It is set in my Lost and Gained AU. Again. But I wanted to write something that I’ve wanted to do for a while and this has been a good excuse for it. There are ocs of mine who are also from the OBWHF AU and new ones for this au. Hope you all enjoy!

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Stan took out a photo album of his that documents moments in time he received from his wife Andrea’s parents all those years ago that began their journey together as a couple. The first photos of him and Andy together when they were teenagers. Back then as a teenager, Andy wore her auburn hair short in a bob and she liked wearing turquoise colored tops and blue skorts where the stripped skirt reached her knees and dark blue boots. Stan sighed while turning each page of pictures.

That night at prom where Stan wore that slick pink suit and pants, and Andy wore a blue-green dress with a white corsage around her wrist. Stan carried Andy in a bridal style for the photo with his then-girlfriend having wrapped her arms around his neck. And right next to his picture with Andy was Ford and his then girlfriend/now wife Lucina Evergreen, who came all the way from Gravity Falls to be his date of the evening. The four had a grand time dancing and drinking punch. Stan and Andy did much more after they dropped Ford and Lucina off at their respective places at the time.

Fast forward to Stan sitting next to Andy at the hospital holding their newborn twin children, James Stanford and Jessie Catherine Pines, on May 5 of 1972. Looking at this picture brought back those emotional feelings of happiness and nervousness he felt back then of becoming a new dad. There were ups and downs that came with parenting, but Stan figured he did alright and used what he learned when his and Andy’s third and final child, Leroy Stanley Pines, four years after James and Jessie were born. Leroy was born with bright ginger hair, unlike his older twin siblings who had brown hair in the next photo after passing through photos of when him and Andy were hopping state to state with their kids and dog Butch they had at the time.

Stan turned the page to the photo of him and Andy marrying in Las Vegas with a sea-themed backdrop. It was exactly what they had in mind for a quick, no-stress and cheap wedding where their kids got to witness. Andy wore a white dress with a sea green sash around her waist and pearls around her neck and Stan in a black suit.

Stan paused and looked up at the wall where his first comic book was displayed in a frame right next to Andy’s master degree in marine biology. Before coming to Gravity Falls and what followed after. A rough time for the family. Stan had to put his dream on hold for a while, as did Andy in order to get Ford, Lucina, and their twin daughters in an unexpected twist.

But before that were to happen, Stan continued to browse through the pictures that fast forward to the grand opening of the Mystery Shack, his three children getting older and beginning their lives with their own jobs, finding love, and forming families of their own. James got married to a werewolf woman named Tara Greyson with four children Cormac, and identical triplets Arya, Aria and Anais. Jessie found not one but two people, Lillian Prescott and Maurice Devlin-Pierce to be with and had three children, Tanya, Stanley Junior and Tyrone. Then Leroy had found his own love with a man named Harlow McCorkle and had one son, Arlo. Stan and Andy had one of each grandchildren’s picture within the album as newborns. Those grandchildren have grown so quickly since then.

Stan was almost finished with the album when Andy came inside.

“Hey, handsome. See you’re lookin’ through the old book.”

Stan kept the album open and let out a chuckle. “Yeah, And. I guess I felt like going through it.” Andy wrapped her arm around her husband in affection.

“Nothin’ wrong with feelin’ a bit nostalgic. Time sure has flown away.” Andy let out a heavy sigh.

“Almost through with it, anyhow. Getting to the part where we hired Soos.” Stan turns the page and finds a younger Soos with a question mark t-shirt that was bigger than he was at the time, but he would grow into it. “Let me tell ya, he became one of the best employees we ever had! Not counting our kids and grandkids, because we taught them the trade.”

“I wholly agree. Do you think we can keep the Mystery Shack goin’? You aren’t gettin’ any younger.”

“Yer right. And that’s if Sixer wants to keep the place a tourist trap, but I think it grew on him. I do have an idea who can keep it going.” Stan and Andy exchange smiles.

The moment was broken when Ford entered the room.

“Stan, you said you’ll be picking up the twins at the bus stop, right?”

“Oh, right!” Stan put down the photo album on the bed and gets up on his feet. He gives his wife a parting kiss. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Love you, Stan.”

“Love you, too.”

#gravity falls #vulpixens ocs #vulpixens fanfiction #stanuary 2022 #stanuary #lost and gained au #stan pines #stanley pines #week four: past #canon x oc #standy

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arcturusreads · 4 years ago

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New Beginnings - Merhayes

Another one that was written pre S17, before Scout was born and how I think Cormac would have asked Meredith out.

Meredith ran down the hospital corridors before finally getting to the maternity ward and stopped in front of the door that she had been looking for. Gently knocking, she popped her head around.

"Hey..." she whispered tentatively.

She was greeted by two grinning and tired faces. "Mere, come in." Amelia sounded exhausted but there was pure joy in her face.

"I hope you don't mind but I came as soon as you text." Meredith didn't want to impose, she knew what those first few hours... days... were like after birth.

"The whole point in me texting you was for you to get your butt down here! I want you to meet your niece!" If it wouldn't have caused her pain, Amelia would've been bouncing up and down on the bed.

"It's a girl!?" Mere yelled in a whisper, eyes immediately going to the small bundle that Link was lovingly cradling.

"Yeah, a gorgeous little girl, coming in at seven pounds!" The pride in Link's voice was obvious and it made Meredith smile even more. He was taking to being a father like a duck to water and that little girl already had him wrapped around her little finger. There was no doubt about that.

"Do you want to hold her?" Amelia asked.

"Please!" Meredith placed herself down in the chair as Link carefully placed the baby into her arms.

The little girl looked so cosy in her swaddled state, eyes closed and mouth opening and closing to form a small "o". Meredith entire world, at that moment, was consumed with the new life that she held. She couldn't tear her eyes away from her niece, she didn't want to. It had been a while since she had held a baby, that wasn't a patient, in her arms.

"Meet Alina Shepard-Lincoln." Link's awestruck voice whispered, his gaze still on his daughter.

Meredith couldn't help but smirk, "That last name is a bit of a mouthful."

Amelia just rolled her eyes and defended their choice, "It saved on the arguments!"

"Well, I happen to think that Alina is a very pretty name for a very smart little lady!" Meredith cooed at the baby.

"I'm glad to hear it, wouldn't want her godmother hating her name." Amelia laughed.

Meredith's head shot up and looked between Link and Amelia. "Wait- what?"

Link had taken a seat next to Amelia bed, holding her hand. "We were going to ask..."

But he was cut off by Amelia, "Look, we're not religious or anything so it's not like there'll be a christening. So, maybe the term godmother is a little redundant here. But the 'keeper of child in case of any mishaps' doesn't flow as well, you know? But if you prefer that title we could go with that-"

"Babbling!" Link and Meredith said at the same time, laughing.

"Right, sorry!" Amelia shook her head before getting back on track. "I'm blaming baby brain. But Link and I were thinking, the world is a scary place. The three of us know that and if anything were to ever happen to me and Link we would want to know that Alina was with someone we could trust to love her and raise her to be a strong, fearless woman. And you were the first person we both thought of." Tears were brimming in Amelia's eyes as she spoke.

Meredith felt something tightening in her chest as Amelia spoke. "I- are you sure? I mean I did run off with my two kids whilst pregnant when Derek died."

Amelia shrugged, "Okay, that definitely wasn't your finest moment..."

This time it was Link who cut in, "But you've had a million brilliant moments. Not just as a surgeon but as a mother."

"This is what we both want," Amelia gave Link's hand a squeeze. "As long as you're okay with that."

A grin was on Meredith's face, "I would love that."

Amelia let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, good because I don't think anyone would cope with being second best if you said no."

Meredith let out a hearty laugh which caused Alina to stir so Meredith rocked her gently on her shoulder whilst walking her around the room. Her goddaughter. Carefully she handed Alina back to her father who resumed the walking whilst Meredith sat next to Amelia.

"Derek would be so proud of you right now." Meredith had taken Amelia's hand, holding it tight.

"You think so?"

"Oh, I know so. He would have spoilt that little girl so much." They both laughed as they remembered how Derek was around his own daughter and other nieces.

"You know, he would have been proud of you too, Mere." Meredith opened her mouth to protest but Amelia carried on. "You've been raising three amazing kids as a single mom, you're making strides in your field and you're carrying on in your life. He wants to see you happy, Mere. Even if that was with a certain gorgeous, Irish Chief of Paediatrics."

Meredith couldn't help but roll her eyes at that last part. "That sounds awfully specific."

"Hmm, does it? Good thing I know where to find one, don't you think?" The smug look on Amelia's face was beginning to irk Meredith a little.

"Amelia, you just gave birth. Do you not think it's a bit early to be playing matchmaker." Meredith didn't know how Amelia even had the capacity to think about anything else right now. After both of her births, all Meredith had wanted to do was to sleep and not have to think about anything other than keeping her child alive.

"She's got a point, Grey," Link butted in as she placed Alina down in her plastic cot and sat on the end of the bed by Amelia's legs.

"Really? You're in on this, too?" Meredith raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, I'm just saying, I've seen the way he looks at you."

Meredith was getting a little flustered now. "He doesn't look at me like anything!"

"Suuuure he doesn't!" Amelia sarcastic tone was not appreciated by her sister. "Anytime you're around and he's in the same room his eyes won't leave you. He's always watching you!"

"Oh, because that's not creepy at all. Hayes constantly watching me and plotting to kill me." Meredith rolled her eyes, why would him watching her like a hawk be an indication of him liking her.

Amelia slapped Meredith's arm. "Ow!" She rubbed the spot.

"Oh, shut up. I didn't even hit that hard! And you know what I mean!"

"Why are we discussing this? Shouldn't we be discussing baby stuff?" Meredith tried her best to deflect the conversation away from Cormac Hayes.

"Eh, everyone is going to want to take about baby stuff! I'm fed up just thinking about it. I want to talk about you and Hayes!"

"There is no me and Hayes!"

"Not yet but there could be if you give him a chance," Amelia sang.

Meredith sighed, "Amelia..."

"You said that you and DeLuca were history, right?"

"I mean, yeah..."

Amelia probed, "Do you still want to be with him?"

"No, definitely not. After everything that's happened... I don't think either of us wants that." Meredith shook her head. Whatever she and Andrew had was definitely in the past, it wasn't something that she wanted to revisit.

Amelia nodded, "Okay, good. So, what's stopping you?"

"He just thinks of me as a friend." Meredith wasn't sure how many times she was going to have to keep bringing that point up but Amelia didn't seem to understand.

"But you don't?" Link rejoined the conversation which made Meredith shake her head. Why the hell was she being ambushed?

"I never said that."

"But do you think of him as just a friend?" Amelia was not planning on letting go of this until she got a satisfactory answer.

"I mean, I'd be blind if I didn't think he was good looking..."

"See!? Plus, he was a gift," Amelia reminded her with a smirk.

Confusion was written across Links face. "What?"

Amelia waved her hand behind her to shush him. "I'll explain later." Her full attention was back on Meredith. "You guys would make an incredibly hot couple. What's stopping you?"

Before Meredith could even open her mouth Amelia started again. "Absolutely nothing, now go!"

"You're kicking me out?" Meredith lifted a brow.

"Don't make me call security!"

"I own the hospital!"

"Link!"

"Alright, fine I'm going!" Meredith walked over to where Alina lay, blissfully unaware of the antics going on around her. "She's crazy but your mom is a good one." She whispered.

"Hey, I heard that!" Amelia called at Meredith's back as she departed the room.

On her way to the elevator, she passed the nursery, Cormac standing outside the window in a pink apron. Wincing, Meredith hoped she could get past undetected. After the conversation she had with Amelia just now, talking to him would be a little awkward and she couldn't be dealing with that. And if word got back to Amelia that they had both spoken, then Meredith would not hear the end of it. But going past the nursery was the quickest way to the elevators and she could not be bothered to traipse her way around the entire ward just to avoid one man. He did seem quite engrossed in whatever was on the chart he was looking. It should be fine, she would just quietly creep past. No one would know, Hayes wouldn't see her. Life would be great, no awkward conversations, everything is all good...

"Grey, what are you doing up here?"

"Damnit" Meredith whispered under her breathe. Why the hell did he need to look up then!?

Awkwardly she walked closer to Cormac, knowing it would just look weird if she kept three feet of distance between them. To avoid his gaze she looked into the nursery, full of babbling, healthy babies. "Uh, hi, Hayes."

A lopsided smile graced Cormac's face as he watched her looking at the newborns. "You know, I've been working with you for months and I don't think I've ever heard you call me by my first name."

"I could say the same for you," Meredith still hadn't dared to look at his face.

"Touche... well, maybe it's something that we should both try then, Meredith."

Meredith shut her eyes, the way he said her name made butterflies erupt in her stomach. Why was she feeling like a fifteen-year-old again? This was stupid, she was a grown woman, with three kids and a big job. She could not be going crazy just because a hot guy had said her name. She cleared her throat, "Cormac."

"Wasn't so bad now, was it?" He grinned.

Meredith finally looked at him and gave him a sarcastic smile. The awkwardness and tension knotted in her stomach were beginning to ease away. "Still with the jokes I see?"

"What can I say, if it paid better I would be a comedian."

Meredith laughed in spite of herself, which made Cormac's smile even wider. She didn't seem to laugh much around the hospital, he knew that they were around dying people but still. It felt as if she was holding something back but when she laughed, she seemed free. It bought along a warm feeling for Cormac, one that he hadn't felt since his wife had passed away. It was a feeling that he had battled with. He had felt guilty when it had first happened, as though he was betraying his wife. But she had wanted so badly for him to move on after she had left. Cormac hadn't thought that it would be possible to find that kind of love again, not that he loved Meredith but he could see things going somewhere. If he thought she even felt the same way.

"So, what are you doing around these parts then?" He bought the conversation back to his original question. Hayes was pretty on top of his department and he was sure that no one had pages for a consult from General recently.

"Oh, Amelia had the baby and she texted me to come and meet my niece."

Cormac's eyebrows raised in joy, "Shepard had her baby?"

Meredith nodded, "Yeah, a little girl, her name's Alina."

"Well, I'll make sure to do a round of the little on then and make her my patient."

"I'm sure that Amelia would love that."

Cormac took a deep breath and followed Meredith's gaze to the babies. It was now or never. He was only going to have the courage to do this once and if he chickened out now he wasn't sure if he would be able to ask her this again. "Babies..." He started with a long pause.

Meredith just stared at him curiously, waiting for him to continue. Cormac wanted to hit his head against the windows. Babies. Why would he start off like that? And then not say anything else? She was going to end up thinking that he was a right weirdo. And she was going to think that he was even weirder because he was leaving this gap longer and longer. Damnit, he really needed to say something.

"They, uh, make you think of new beginnings, don't they?" Cormac blurted it out as quickly as he could and Meredith wasn't sure whether she was meant to agree or whether he was going to continue talking. Thankfully, Cormac carried on. "It just gives you hope... that things will be okay."

Meredith's eyes were now locked on Cormac's profile. How hadn't she realised how attractive he looked from this side. The stubble... his nose... okay, yeah, maybe he did like him, a tiny bit.

"Look, Meredith," Cormac turned his body so that he was fully facing Meredith. "I've been wanting to ask you if you wanted to go out for a drink sometime..."

Meredith looked around, "Who? Me?" She asked, pointing at herself, a mischievous smile on her.

"Oh haha, Grey, yes, you."

"Hmmm..." Meredith put her hands in her white lab coat, rocking back and forth on her heels. She may as well have some fun with this since she knew what her final answer was going to end up being. "Yeah, what's a drink between friends, right?"

Cormac winced comically, "Oh, Grey, come on. You're killing me here!"

"I have no idea what you're on about." She looked around innocently.

"I'm sure you don't. Fine!" Cormac suddenly got down on one knee just as there were a gaggle of doctors and nurses on their way past the pair. They all came to a halt when they saw Cormac on the floor.

"Cormac, what the hell are you doing." Meredith had crouched a little and was yelling at him as quietly as she could.

"Meredith Grey!" His thick Irish accent projected all the way down the hall. "Will you please allow me to take you on a date?"

At this point, Meredith had gone bright red and could feel herself slowly dying from embarrassment. She began to tug on Cormac's arm trying to get him to stand up whilst straining a smile to their audience in the hopes that they would leave. "Hayes, can you please get the hell up?" She whispered through gritted teeth.

"Nope. Not until you give me an answer."

"Fine!" Meredith finally relented, annoyed that her plan had completely backfired on her. This was going to be around the hospital within the next hour and she knew that her sisters were never going to let her live this down.

"I'm sorry, Meredith, I couldn't hear you." Cormac looked up at her grinning, her tugging not even having the slightest effect in moving him from the floor.

Grumbling under her breath, Meredith knew that there was only one way that she would be able to put an end to her embarrassment right now. "Yes, I'll go on a date with you," she said as loudly as she was able to bring herself to.

Finally, Cormac stood up, turning to the audience and giving them a huge grin as they all clapped and cheered. When he turned back to Meredith, she was rolling her eyes but ultimately glad that the group seemed to be dispersing now that they had gotten what they wanted.

"I hope you're happy." She playfully hit him on his chest.

"Over the moon, I'll have you know." They both wore matching grins on their faces until Meredith's pager went off.

"I'm sorry, I'm needed in the pit."

Cormac just shook his head, "Go, I'll catch up with you later."

Meredith sent him an apologetic smile before running down the corridor, Cormac watching her retreating figure with her lab coat flying behind her. He couldn't help but think how lucky he was that he had managed to get a date with Meredith Grey.

#amelink #greys anatomy #merhayes #merwidow #cormac hayes #meredith grey #mcwidow #amelia shepard #atticus lincoln #excuse me whilst i rearrange the alphabet

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