#she changed it to just “viola”

[soulofamy]

i would want to find other sources to verify but it appears that there is a romani form of the name "viola" that is a girls name. initially i thought i liked the idea of zwei being the one to give viola her name but i think now this is doing a lot for me in the way of where viola actually got her name from

[eerna]

Once again I am screaming at the sky bc I appreciate the way the book dealt with Todd and Viola growing to care about each other so much, and both the adaptations decided to make it weird instead

[greencheekconure27]

Olivia. Take the fool away.

Feste. Do you not hear, fellows? Take away the lady.

Olivia. Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you:

besides, you grow dishonest.

Feste. Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel

will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is

the fool not dry: bid the dishonest man mend

himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if

he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing

that's mended is but patched: virtue that

transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that

amends is but patched with virtue. If that this

simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not,

what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but

calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take

away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.

Olivia. Sir, I bade them take away you.

Feste. Misprision in the highest degree! Lady, cucullus non

facit monachum; that's as much to say as I wear not

motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to

prove you a fool.

Olivia. Can you do it?

Feste. Dexterously, good madonna.

Olivia. Make your proof.

Feste. I must catechise you for it, madonna: good my mouse

of virtue, answer me.

Olivia. Well, sir, for want of other idleness, I'll bide your proof.

Feste. Good madonna, why mournest thou?

Olivia. Good fool, for my brother's death.

Feste. I think his soul is in hell, madonna.

Olivia. I know his soul is in heaven, fool.

Feste. The more fool, madonna, to mourn for your brother's

soul being in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen.

[leafslittleworld]

I do think her name will probably stay McGucket because I don't really see a good one to change it to, but I do really like Viola-Jane Anion as a name

[slutzforbueckers]

masterlist— paige bueckers

SMUT ONESHOTS :

twenty nights- based on the song twenty nights by nobu woods. you and paige are sneaky links because for 1. she doesn’t do relationships(being the face of UCONN’s Wbb and all) and 2. you already had a girlfriend. twenty nights pt2- viola went through your phone while you were asleep and found that you had been cheating on her.

let loose- paige comes home from a tiring game and you make it your mission to help her relax.

vacation- you and some of the team go on a week long vacation together to start off the first week of summer, and finally the tension between you and paige couldn’t get any thicker. vacation pt2– the morning after you and paige confessed your feelings for each other.

something new- paige had mentioned wanting to try the strap and the day has finally come.

glasses stay on- making paige keep her glasses on while you eat her out. (inspired by that tt of her and kk at the soccer game

date nights- the start and ending of a date night with paige.

you belong to somebody else- when paige’s girlfriend can’t do it right, her best friend is always there to pick up the slack.

obsessed with it- paige is obsessed with your piercing… and eating you out.

can i?- paige is obsessed with riding your thigh and your obsessed with letting her.

i wouldn't fuck it up- turns out getting humiliated by your boyfriend can end better than you would think.

all you gotta do- when paige is having a bad day and being a brat, it’s your job to correct her.

date nights- the start and ending of a date night with paige.

one more- a quickie before bed turns into more.

missed you— while paige was away you decided to send her risky messages, making her needy for you when she got home.

worst behavior - you and paige are exes that can’t stay away from each other, always ending up in each others beds no matter how many times you said you were done. based on worst behavior by kwn.

take a ride- paige riding your strap— or, fucking paige on your strap.

she can switch- paige is the biggest tease, but so are you.

netflix and chill- inviting paige over to chill but it’s never really just chilling.

do it again- paige making you squirt for the first time after taking you back to her hotel room from her afterparty.

morning light- a glimpse of what it’s like being married to paige.

once in a lifetime- paige takes a liking to you after you join the team, slowly but surely.

kiss land- you were a stripper and paige had her eyes on you—just her luck, you had your eyes on her.

look at me- basically just fingering paige.

all night long- you and paige take the viral honey packets—as a joke, of course— and you doubted its authenticity until you both couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

quiet- paige dragging you away from the rest of the team so you can fuck her, but she’s gotta stay quiet because they can’t find out you’re fucking the rookie.

fresh cut trance- coming home from getting your hair cut and the reaction from paige was not what you were expecting.

keep talking to me- after paige’s game you have your routine facetime call, only this time paige starts something you can’t go back from.

late night desires- when a hot dream wakes you up in the middle of the night, horny and a wreck, you wake paige up so she can take care of you.

keep it a secret- sneaking around with your brothers best friend and almost getting caught.

you get me so high- when the mood is set and the weed it hitting, one thing leds to another.

don't make me wait- you’re out with your friends and paige is home alone… you can imagine how that turns out.

keep you warm- paige is taking too long to come to bed so, you take thing into your own hands.

when things change- when things change between you and paige on a random friday evening.

can't wait anymore- when you got back from a school trip all you wanted to do was have alone time with your girlfriend but your friends had other plans, leaving paige to take things into her own hands.

take a ride- paige switches things up and paiges you ride her, you find it to be harder than you thought.

oopsies- you and paige were in the middle of sexting when she got a message from the team groupchat… she accidentally sent the wrong message to the wrong chat.

good luck charm- making sure you get your good luck charm before a game.

tie me down, don't leave my side- paige just wants to be tied down and who are you to deny her that.

don't suffocate- sub paige riding your face for the first time.

you take me so well- telling paige she takes it well?

a reason to stay- paige doesn’t want to leave home so she makes sure she won’t.

FLUFF ONESHOTS:

friends do this...right?- sleepovers with paige have always been interesting, this one in particular happened to open a new chapter in your lives.

distance means nothing- long distance turns out the be harder than you thought and paige hates to see her girl upset so she gets you on the next flight out.

mini star- a cute moment where you get to be a part of paige coaching your daughter into becoming a mini basketball star.

you make it better- paige was having a bad day until she came home to her favorite girls.

no. 1 pick- sharing a moment with paige after being drafted.

running into you- what happens when you run into paige bueckers? literally.

interruption- kk burst into a romantic moment between you and paige to tell you about her latest crush.

we'll never have sex- when going live with paige turns into your singing to her in front of thousands of people.

team effort- after losing a game, one of the reporters at the press conference tried to pin the loss on you. paige wasn’t having it.

such a softie- after you and paige make things official, your first thought is to call your best friend and spill the news. the only problem is that you can’t find your phone and when you reach for paige’s phone you see something you weren’t meant to see.

someday- exploring downtown dallas, you find yourself in a vintage thrift store where you find the cute set baby clothes and spark the topic of kids.

breath out...so i can breath you in- trying a new tiktok trend with paige

how the time flies- time flies when you're with the person you love.

still the prettiest- paige is in love and can’t help but take care of you wherever you’re sick.

HEADCANNONS:

baby lets get stoned- headcanons for paige x stoner!reader

whipped- head canons for paige being an obsessed girlfriend.

rapper!gf- head canons for paige x rapper!gf

ANGST ONESHOTS:

sidelines- in which paige works her way into your life and you have a hard time letting her in. based on sidelines by phoebe bridgers.

dear april- what happens when two people— two very different people— meet and fall in love?

over the summer- you and paige are best friends but she’s been away for basketball summer camp and your parents are arguing more, the day she comes back is the day you’re moving away.

TEXT IMAGINES:

surprise?

forgive me

*monkey covering eye emoji*

[starfilmz]

THOROUGHFARE | UNSURE FEELINGS, DRUNKEN CALLS

⤷ A JJ MAYBANK SOCMED AU .ᐟ

──── you never expected that swapping socials with your call of duty duo would change your life — whether for better or worse, you're still not sure. friendships are made and something much more begins. ON HIATUS

thoroughfare masterlist ──── 05 | 06 | 07

a/n: chap 6 has been a bitch to post bc tumblr couldn’t handle it but VIOLA it has arrived. this chap became a mix of smau and written fic so we doin something here 🤔 ofc it’ll still be social media based do not fret, but i feel like these written ones are needed for this. not betaread obvs so mistakes are everywhere!! lmk your thoughts, expectations, or how u see this fic ending cuz it is soon 😝

john b stood up as soon as he heard the whirring sound of his best friend’s motorcycle. it came to a stop when he stepped out on the château’s porch, leaning against one of the posts with his arms crossed. jj looked disheveled and as much as he wanted to say “as per usual”, the boy walked towards the house as if he ran into several bushes on the way.

he had a frown on his face as he faced john b. “i don’t know what do,” he finally spoke, his expression morphing that tells john b he didn’t want to admit to that. “long distance relationships are weird and, i’ve experienced worst that weird, man, you and i both know that and i—“

“alright, calm down,” john b grabbed the boy’s shoulder before he could go on another self-destructive tangent. “let’s talk about this, okay? pope said he’s on his way with beers.”

jj sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. “it feels unfair for her that i’m making a big deal about this. it’s the whole rafe thing again! honestly, i genuinely think i overreacted.” he sat on the closest couch on the porch with furrowed eyebrows.

john b followed him, an amused expression on his face. jj noticed this, raising his eyebrows at the boy. “what’s so funny?”

he shook his head, his curls falling slightly to his side as he looked at jj. “when’s the last time you acted this way towards a girl?”

“oh, don’t start, jb.”

“i’m sorry, okay? look, you don’t need to be thinking this hard, man, alright?” the boy chuckled, patting his friend firmly on the back. “yn’s a good person, i can tell, and…” john b looked around as if anyone else but the two of them were around. he leaned closer towards jj, who didn’t think twice to do the same.

“from what i’ve read from sar’s phone, yn’s just crazy for you.”

this changed jj’s solemn expression into a mixture of lovesick, curiosity, and excitement. “i mean, that’s natural, right? she agreed to be my girlfriend so it’s natural for her to like me.” his words sounded defensive which made john b’s eyebrows rose.

“what i’m trying to say, jj, you don’t have to freak out just because you don’t know who’s around her. long distance is weird, i agree, but are you going to be like this every time she hangs out with people you don’t know?”

jj lowered his eyes, a tiny wave of shame washing over him. “no.”

“right, and i’m not trying to say don’t be jealous— you can’t help it, you like the girl,” john b held one of the blonde’s shoulder. “and if i were to give you an advice, man to man, thinking in your shoes, if you find long distance so much, why don’t you do something about it?”

jj looked up at john b, confusion etched all over his face. “what are you—“ and as if something clicked in his mind, john b nodded, confirming his thoughts. “isn’t it too soon?”

“what’s too soon?” both boys visibly flinched as pope made his presence known, beer bottles in hand. “i had to swipe this from my dad’s stack so you guys better fill me in.”

you couldn’t help the smile at john b’s story, giving it a heart as scrolled off the app. you would send a response, something about not leaving him in the streets because you guys still have a game session planned tomorrow, but you decided not to.

they were probably still at the boneyard, a place where they usually throw their parties as you’ve learned previously from jj, and they’ve shared enough stories about those to let you know those parties don’t end easily.

you sighed, sliding further into your bed as you hugged your pillow. was it silly to feel the way you do now?

you aren’t ready to fly out to see the boy you’ve been dying to see, but you want to, and you tell yourself you’re okay seeing them have fun, but as you stare deeper into your bedroom wall, you’re beginning to doubt that.

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes in an attempt to sleep and brush off your thoughts, but as soon as you do, your phone rang beside you. you moved the pillow and raised your phone, seeing jj’s profile picture and username across your screen.

jj was calling you.

you sat up, answering the phone, and placed it on your ear. loud music greeted your first, along with voices you’re not familiar with.

“—you can’t just leave her like that, jayj!” a girl harshly whispered against the speaker and it made you think she was either kiara, cleo, or sarah.

“hello?” you finally spoke, and when you did, everyone on the other side seemed to quiet down. you heard some kind of harsh slap, along with a small ‘ow!’. you didn’t recognize the rest of the voice before, but you were definitely aware someone had slapped jj.

“jj? you there?” you called once more, tone lighter in amusement. “i’m gonna hang up on you if you don’t talk.”

that seemed to catch the boy’s attention as he began sputtering away. “no, no, don’t, hello! look, i’m sorry, i’m being peer pressed right now—“

“don’t say that!” a deeper voice interrupted him.

“—and i just wanted to hear your voice…” from the way jj was talking, you could tell he was drunk, though you did believe that slap before sobered him up a bit. “i missed you, yn.”

“it’s only been a day a whole, jj,” you chuckled, leaning against your pillows. despite your answer, you couldn’t help but feel the same way. “but i missed you too, jay.”

“i’ve been building up the courage to call you all night and, i don’t know, i just wanted to hear from you before my lights go out,” jj laughed at his own words, a drunken expression all over his face you imagined.

“build up the courage? i’m your girlfriend, jay, you could call me whenever you want.” you answered, a small smile on your face.

there was a beat of silence from him and you thought it was a sign that he’s close to getting conked out, but his next words proved otherwise.

“can you say that again?” he whispered, almost like he’s hiding, which was most likely from his eavesdropping friends. “about the girlfriend thing, please?”

you hummed a playful tone, the instinct to tease jj was strong and it almost won if it weren’t the way your cheeks heated up at his voice, the way he sounded so soft and near the phone as if he was saying it directly in your ear.

“i’m your girlfriend, jj maybank. you happy?” you had to roll your eyes despite no one being with you hearing your sappy voice and attitude, anything to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay.

“so happy, you don’t even know, baby,” the nickname came to you as a shock, but it didn’t felt wring hearing it from jj. if anything, you wanted to make him say it again. “i’m just so— oh my god, so happy. i’m your boyfriend, you’re my girlfriend— oh, bliss!”

you couldn’t help the laugh that bursted from you as jj’s voice doubled in volume. “i have a girlfriend! and she really likes me!” jj’s speaker managed to get the sound of what sounded like a crowd cheering at his embarrassing announcement, making you chuckle even further.

“alright, hands off the phone, okay— john b, take him, please? before he announces more details about yn?” another voice took over the call, and by the way the boy, who you now know is john b, responded with a ‘yes, ma’am’, you assumed it was sarah who came to the rescue.

“hey, sarah,” you greeted her. “having fun?”

“oh, we are, but no so much for jj tomorrow.”

“i can imagine, you’d think he’ll be able to live with that?” you joked.

“babe, he has no choice,” sarah responded with a laugh. “but for now, john b’s taking him back to the château to properly conk out.”

“that’s good to hear.”

“so,” she started and you already picked up the teasing tone in her voice.

“so?” you chuckled, amused at her.

“still unsure of visiting your hopeless boyfriend? was his very public and loud declaration of love for you enough?”

you hugged the nearest pillow, a warm smile spreading across your face. you felt a lot more at ease and mind solely focused on jj. “it’s enough.”

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[heartyluv]

Note: —Click Here— to read part one! I knowwww, it’s been a minute since I updated this story, and I apologize, luvlys! I just want to make sure it makes sense, but trying to build a fictional world with magic and everything can be a littleeee challenging for me. Anyways, I hope you like this and don’t think it’s too boring! I’m super nervous.

Warning: Mentions of death

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Waking up after your attack, things are revealed to be surrounded by nothing but secrets and ambivalence.

Devilish Expectations - Part Two

As you start to stir awake and your eyes flutter open, you’re immensely grateful to be greeted by the familiar setting of your dimly lit bedroom. Before the thankful sentiment can shift into panic when the reality of what you faced creeps back in, your door is slowly opened to temporarily eradicate that impending spiral.

You fail in your efforts to crane your neck fully to get a look at the whoever stands to your right because of the numbness still prevalent in your body, but you must be safe because you don’t have the sense ringing in your mind that you need to stand up or try to fight.

Either that, or you really are infinitely worse off than you could possibly imagine.

“Oh, thank jeebus,” the voice mumbles, the scent of its owner and the sound of their tone something you’d be a dunce to fail and recognize. Gentle arms wrap around your upper body as you lay flat on your back, the soft mumbles of gratitude and appreciation filling your ears the closer you’re held.

“V?” you nearly whisper before clearing your throat, feeling the uncomfortable dryness in it.

“It’s me, babe,” your best friend Viola confirms, pressing a kiss to your temple and resting her forehead on it as she pushes out what sounds like pent up fear and exhaustion. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m sorry,” you tiredly chuckle before shifting the conversation to what takes up the most space in your mind. “T—the demon…is it still..?”

“It’s dead,” she nods. “The dude who killed it has been here and there for the last few days, waiting for you to wake up. He and your uncle have been talking. Do you know him? I mean, I don’t like to judge, but he seems sketchy as hell. No pun intended. You know, because of all the…demon stuff?”

Viola was the only person Uncle G allowed you to inform about the existence of demons since she’s proved to be that important to you. Seeing as she’s someone who brings you that sense of normalcy that he still wanted you to have despite your alternative line of work, he was okay with her being made aware of and educated—so long as she promised to keep it to herself.

With the necessary fear tactics and threats your uncle instilled, Viola simultaneously believed every word and got the hint, only a few questions asked. Since then, she’s been a safety net for you to fall into and talk to about the things you’ve dealt with when you didn’t want to bombard the man who’s raised you.

Cycling back, you think on her words that you can’t make sense of.

Few days? They’ve been talking?

“Help me up?” you ask, grasping her hand after she presents it to you, and you hold your breath to brace for the impactful pain you expect to come. But it’s not pain, it’s more…tense? Like your joints are trying to recalibrate.

“Your uncle said he would explain everything when you’re up.” She rubs your shoulder as she sits on the edge of the mattress beside you, the small lamp at your bedside all you have to see her beautiful dark brown skin and her long locs that are decorated in dangling gold jewelry.

With Viola’s guidance, she helps get you off of your plushie filled safe haven, letting you become accustomed to your own body again. To think you’ve been out for days makes you wonder how you’re even alive right now after the way that demon nearly took your life with ease.

“Who changed my clothes?” you ask carefully, looking over at Viola with wide eyes. Instead of the disheveled uniform vest and black jeans you fell unconscious with, you were now in a large t-shirt with a pair of sweatpants. From what you recall, there was a rabid stranger who last saw you like this.

She chuckles as she runs a hand down your back on your way out the door.

“Don’t worry, it was me. Your uncle called when he got home and saw what happened…I was already panicking when you didn’t answer my calls, and I’m sure I got at least three tickets just trying to get here.”

Wincing when the ceiling light in the living room hits your eyes after she lets you go first, she continues. “And I’d do it every time.”

As soon as you step off the carpet and onto the wooden floor of your hallway, you see your uncle and that man.

Caleb.

You could never forget him, nor could you forget what he did. He put you in danger.

Yet he saved you?

The answers you were guaranteed to be told needed to be spoken quickly before you lost yourself.

Uncle Gabriel turns his head immediately when he hears your groans as you carefully plant your feet after each step.

“My little angel,” he exasperates, rushing from the kitchen island chair and encircling you in a tight hug. His hold is gentle and firm whilst finding a way to be suffocating and still comforting.

Tears brim his slender eyes as he holds your face in his hands, evoking a similar pang of emotion in your chest.

“What happened, Uncle G?” you inquire shakily, your lip quivering when he presses his forehead to yours. “And him. Why is he here? This was his fault…” You pull back to look behind him at Caleb who sits in your usual chair, staring him down with nothing but anger and unfortunate confusion because you can’t understand the fog that clouds your judgment.

“You’ve got it all wrong,” Uncle Gabriel voices, and it’s meant to be assuring, but it enrages you.

You remember the attack, how the demon called his name—called him master. You didn’t get a fucking thing wrong. You were sure.

“Come, sit.” Your uncle brings you down to the sofa, calling Caleb to place himself in the arm chair across from you. He’s silent in his trek, but your simmering rage fills the room with enough noise.

Viola sits on the floor after handing you a bottle of water, resting her head on your leg as a way to silently offer her support as if she’s already been filled in with the details you were not. You thank her quietly before taking a sip to soothe the cotton mouth feeling.

“This,” Gabriel looks between you and Caleb, sighing as if he’s not prepared to get into this now. You’re ready to push and pry if you must, though. You’re not resting a second more without being given something.

“This is Caleb Xia, the man who saved you a few nights ago.” He sees you getting ready to interrupt, to rush him into answering you without pause, but stops you with a raised palm and his eyes beg you to let him finish.

“He tried to protect you when I failed to. And for that, I will always be grateful. Despite the differences we have. Despite what happened.”

“Tried?” you interject.

“I can tell her, Gabriel,” Viola offers carefully. “It…hurt me to find out, too. But I can see how hard it is for you to even think about it.”

“I can do it,” he promises and thanks her for her willingness. Your heart thumps with increased intensity and the code-like conversation being held in front of you is difficult to sit through as you try to grant him the patience he’s asked for.

“Little angel,” he presses his lips together.

“That night. When your eyes closed and the last thing you saw was him—” He points a finger to a still silent Caleb whose gaze remains fixed on you. “You…You died.”

Disbelief is what you initially feel before it’s encompassed by frustration.

“Is this supposed to be a joke?” you snap abruptly after your brief silence, shaking your head. You look at all of them, hoping that this was in fact, some kind of sick prank, but Viola and Uncle Gabriel hold a sadness in their features that’s unmistakable while Caleb’s blank expression doesn’t falter.

“B—Because it’s not funny! How could…I’m sitting right here! My heart is beating—I feel it. My blood is flowing. All I did was pass out from the pain!”

“When the demon slammed you against the wall those three times, not only was it a way to mock the holy trinity, each hit shattered your bones. Any move you made after that was purely adrenaline based,” Caleb announces monotonously.

Your brows furrow. “So how—”

“I put your soul back in your body.”

Your jaw tenses and your eyes blink rapidly in an effort to try and discredit and erase his claims as you search your memories.

Broken bones…shattered.

You died? And he put your soul back?

That pain wasn’t simply dull jabs and successfully landed hits. It was death consuming you—and you didn’t even know.

Lying to this extent and playing stupid games has never been your uncle’s M.O. So when you look at him and he can’t seem to stop mentally berating himself, you know that what this man is saying…it must be true.

“How could you put my soul back?” you question. “A—And the flames in your hands! How did you know to come here? Why do you know us? What is—”

“Being the son of Satan and a necromancer has its perks,” Caleb interrupts.

Silence.

“What did you just say?” You’re far from feeling capable enough to grasp what’s happening.

You look at Uncle Gabriel who just nods like this is something to accept.

You’re livid. “The son of the demon lord whose creatures we’ve killed and attacks we’ve counteracted is is sitting in our house—and this is okay? It called him by name!”

Were you dreaming? Is this you hallucinating a life you’ll never have access to again because you’re legitimately dead? That was the only logical way to excuse this nonsense.

“We don’t have time for this.” Caleb cuts his attention to your uncle.

“Fuck off!” you yell, shooting up swiftly. But you regret it immediately because the dizziness that follows is crippling.

“Bestie, please calm down,” Viola begs.

“H—He needs to explain. There’s no going halfway on this! Nothing is making sense…”

She tries to soothe you until you land back in your seat, her eyes full of worry and sorrow from all the confusion you’re dealing with that she wishes she could take on in place of you.

“You want something to make sense?” Caleb rises now and the recoil you instinctively show makes his jaw tense.

“That demon was sent directly from my father. I know because he used to send the same things—strength, build, and relentlessness—after me to try and force me back home when I left.” He points at himself, the movement making his leather jacket crease and the material squeak.

“And I don’t know why he’s after you or how he even knows you—just like I don’t understand how I could hear your rapid and dwindling heartbeat loud enough in my head to bring me here.”

“You heard my heart..?”

“How did you think your friend knew to come in there at the same exact time you woke up, hm? I heard the beating return to normal. I can hear your heart. Just like I heard the breath being taken from your body. Like I heard the cracks of your bones. I felt it. I thought I got to you in time, but you wouldn’t open your eyes after…”

He shakes off the unreadable look in his pupils. “I refused to let you die when I finally had something in front of me to answer for why I’ve been able to hear what I now know is you, since I was young. I could never pinpoint it. The sounds were always too faint and only increased the closer I got to this town, but it was never enough to find its user directly.”

Running his hand through his hair, Caleb chuckles with no real humor behind it. “Only for me to finally get to you, still not know what any of this fucking means, and discover you’re a demon hunter that my father is intentionally trying to kill. Believe me, Phoenix. You’re not the only one confused.”

“You never told me that,” Gabriel says softly. “You’ve been able to hear her? Even her voice?”

“Barely,” Caleb shrugs. The realization in Gabriel’s gaze makes him wonder. “What? What do you know?”

“The tether…Her disconnect…”

“Uncle G…?” His mumbling worries you more than his silence.

“Do you trust me, little angel?” The sudden change gives you whiplash.

“Gabriel, don’t do that,” you shake your head, using only his name to emphasize your ragged emotions. “Why are you asking me what you already know?”

“Because you need to trust me when I say that you must go with him,” he finalizes. “I need to figure out his father’s purpose with you and I can’t do that and protect you or myself at the same time.”

“Bullshit.”

“Absolutely not!” you and Caleb voice your disagreement at once.

“I wasn’t asking either of you.”

You look down at Viola who has zero clue on what she can add to this. The situation has become something far more complex, more than anyone has anticipated.

“You mentioned your mother was a necromancer. I assume she taught you things related to magic?”

Caleb nods before Gabriel adds, “And portals? Realms? I’m sure you’ve been taught about them as well?”

“And if I have? It’s no use. There’s a reason I don’t use them.”

“You’ll need to learn to make an exception.”

Your uncle turns to you with apology, removing strands of your messy hair from your face with a sad smile. “All those years I’ve tried to shield you, tried to wait until you were ready…What a fool I continue to be to think that I could tell fate when and where to act.”

“You’re scaring me, Uncle G… I don’t want to go with him.” You move your head side to side like a petulant child. “I don’t need to. I can help you. I’m aware now, I can defend myself!”

“You don’t need to be fearful. You need to be strong. And you need to listen to me. It’s not necessary for me to ask if you can do that because I already know you’re capable.”

He licks his scarred lip, his eyes searching yours as he tries to find the proper words. “There is a power within you that I’ve aimed to keep suppressed in an effort to ensure you stay separated from the world of angel and demon. It’s what your mother would’ve wanted and it’s what has always been best. Or so I thought.”

You flinch as if you’ve been hit at the mention of the woman you barely have any recollection of.

“It’s a gift so special, a force of immense strength that…one would kill you to have it for reasons that harbor nothing good. But I didn’t think…I swore you didn’t have it, that it passed you like it did me. I just always wanted to be careful, but seeing as his father seeks you out…He’s ahead of us in a way I don’t like.”

“Is that what my old man is after? A myth?” Caleb scoffs.

“Watch your mouth, boy,” Gabriel’s voice cuts. “Do not let your ignorance be an insult to our descendants.”

“You must harness it.” He focuses back on you. “It’s necessary for you to survive and even more so to keep his father’s intentions on pause.”

“I—I don’t know what you mean…” Now you can’t help but want to cry, all that’s being thrown at you unexpectedly and it being so much at once becoming far too overwhelming.

“That is my fault. For that, I am so sorry. But we still have time, little angel.”

“For what?” you sniffle, the tightness in your throat nearly stripping you of your ability to speak.

“To prepare you for your journey to the realm that holds the only other pure blood living angel of our lineage who can answer what I am incapable of.”

“Realm? Angel…?”

He nods. “When I have a concrete plan, so will you. But for the day, you must rest. There is no use bombarding you when not even your body is 100%. Although it’s necessary that we don’t waste anymore time, there’s no chance of success without you at your best.”

Your head throbs like the migraine needed permission to ferment. “Okay…”

“Viola, keep her company. Feed her, help her get cleaned. Please.”

“You’ve got it, Gabriel,” she agrees hastily, moving to get off the carpet so she can become your ready anchor.

“Caleb.” Your uncle rubs your knee and pats it twice with assurance before he gets up. “With me. We’ve much to discuss before we can clue her in. I need as much information as you can give me about your father. But if you intend to hold back, you’re of no use to us. Whatever your reason for running from him, it doesn’t matter to me. But pick your side—do it now and stand in it. We don’t need a rotten apple in our bunch.”

Caleb digests his words like a tough pill. He’s been away long enough and has killed plenty demons for his stance to be clear, but he respected his authority enough to hold back on his sarcasm.

“You’re not the only one who needs answers. I’ve already made my decision.”

“Good. Then, let’s go.”

“Wait!” you call to the son of Satan, your breath hitching when he stares at you once his boots immediately stop thudding along the floor.

“I just w—want to know…How can you—how have you always been able to hear me…but I can’t hear you? I never have.”

For the first time, he seems to sport a sincere smile. “It’s a mystery both of us need to solve, Phoenix.”

You watch them depart into the office you’ve broken into so many times before, left more confused than you were when you first opened your eyes.

Fear is weakness you know, but one you try to keep at bay. It’s unfortunate how close of a friend it may soon be.

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[avocadorablepirate]

Beneath The Surface - 1

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Summary: When memories, buried deep within your sea of emotions, resurface, you’re left to question what lies beneath the surface. Did he truly mean to leave you behind, or was there something more to his silence than you ever understood?

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of death, mild gore, OP spoilers, this story follows the Dressrosa arc

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So I haven’t properly proofread this chapter…been a bit sick this past week, but I was determined to post this part today. It’s not terrible though 🤔…I think.

You had locked yourself up in your room, claiming to be unwell. The truth was simpler: your mind had been plagued by memories you thought you had buried. Memories of him. The boy who once soothed your pain had become the man responsible for it.

He left me behind.

That thought replayed in your head, each repetition sinking deeper into your chest. Just the image of his face brought a sickening churn of emotions — hurt, betrayal, anger, and a flicker of something you refused to name.

The soft knock on your door was what finally drew your attention away from your thoughts. On the other side of the door stood Viola, a small but gentle smile on her face when she found you sprawled on your bed.

“I heard you were feeling sick, everything okay?” she asked, as she made her way further into your bedroom.

“Yeah, nothing a good day’s rest won’t cure,” you responded, and her lips immediately contorted into a frown.

“Then you’re not going to be too happy about this.” Her voice softened, tinged with regret. “Doflamingo needs you.”

You sighed, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. Of course he needs me. You didn’t know why you ever thought you’d be able to get a day to yourself, it had rarely occurred before.

“Of course he does,” you muttered under your breath, setting aside the book you had been pretending to read.

Viola gave you a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry. If it were up to me, I'd let you rest."

You forced a smile, appreciating her kindness. "It's okay. Thanks, Viola."

She nodded, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze before leaving the room. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself for whatever Doflamingo had in store.

The walk to his room felt long and unpleasant as always. The entire palace always made you uncomfortable, its grandeur a stark contrast to the simpler, slightly happier times of your childhood. It was also a reminder of the life you once lived alongside your parents, and without him to console you over those memories, it only brought more pain.

But it hadn’t always been like this. You remember when you first moved in, though a palace, it had a comforting and almost cozy feel to it. However, Doflamingo had made drastic changes, his reason being that the Donquixote family should live in a place that befitted them.

You had tried to get him to let you live outside the palace, the discomfort it brought had been too much at first. But Doflamingo insisted that the entire Donquixote family stay within the palace walls. And that’s why you had tried to make your own room as comfortable as possible. However, that had done little to help. With how often Doflamingo made you run around doing errands for him, or insisted that he watch over you, there was barely any time to relax.

As you gave a soft knock against the heavy wooden doors to let Doflamingo know you had arrived, you pushed it open to find him standing by the window, his back turned to you as you entered.

“You summoned me, Doffy?" you called out, as you slowly made your way towards him, the atmosphere of the room always making you feel uneasy. It was as if the room itself embodied his very being - intimidating and frightening.

He turned on hearing your voice, a smile plastered on his face. "Ah, my little Rose there you are. Feeling better, I hope?"

You nodded, knowing the question was nothing more than a pleasantry. "What do you need?"

His smile widened, and an eerie chill ran down your spine. "I have a special task for you. I need you to retrieve someone for me."

You frowned, confused by his unforeseen happiness. You had heard there was an incident at Punk Hazard, and although you didn’t know the details, you knew Doflamingo had been beyond enraged. It was another reason why you had chosen to stay in your room, to avoid his temper. So, his uncharacteristic cheerfulness almost baffled you.

“Who?” you questioned, although you had an inkling of who it might be.

“Caesar,” he said simply, his tone light but his eyes watching your reaction closely. “I’m sure you’ve heard, there’s been some...issues. I want you to bring him back from Greenbit."

A wave of confusion hit you once again. “Why me?”

It wasn’t like him to send you on retrieval missions. While you had been privy to fights and conflicts, you had never been a fan of them, and Doflamingo knew this. It was why you mainly ran around doing tasks within the palace. He had called it “protection,” but you had always suspected he thought you too soft-hearted for the darker work.

It had happened before, when you were younger and out on a mission. He had nearly lost you then, and he wouldn’t have it happen again.

“I’ve decided you need to be involved in these matters as well. You can’t be the only one who doesn’t get involved, it’s not fair to you. ” A cold knot of dread formed in your stomach when you saw Doflamingo's eyes glint dangerously. You had thought that you would be able to stay away from such tasks given your temperament, but that had clearly changed.

“But why now?” you asked, and you could feel your heart rate pick up when Doflamingo gave you an almost sinister smile.

“We’re short on people. The pirates who attacked Punk Hazard killed Vergo and Monet, so we need as much backup as we can get. Plus, the others think you need to start doing your bit,” he said, almost nonchalantly, as if the death of his comrades didn’t bother him at all. But you brushed it off, subconsciously convincing yourself it was his way of dealing with grief. “And I think this would be the perfect opportunity to test you Rosie.”

You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the task ahead. You had always known that the latest additions to the Donquixote family - all but Viola - did not like the almost favouritism that Doflamingo showed - always tasking you with the simpler jobs. This was your chance to prove your worth, and finally get them off your case. Besides, what harm would come from a simple retrieval mission?

"Alright, Doffy. I’ll bring Caesar back."

He smiled, a satisfied gleam in his eyes, almost akin to a predator satisfied with its prey. "Good. And remember, I expect nothing less than success."

As you stepped out into the hall, your resolve wavered slightly, the enormity of the task ahead settling in.

So caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t notice that someone had walked by you into the room. The shutting of the door is what finally drew you out of your brooding and you briefly glanced back, the voices within the room, a stark reminder of the life you had chosen.

You shook off the unease and focused on the task at hand. Whatever doubts you had, you pushed them aside. There was no room for weakness. You had a mission to complete, and you would do it with all the strength you could muster. For the town you now called home and the people you called family.

As you walked away, the voices in the room grew distant, and you missed out on listening in on a conversation that would have likely saved you from your impending misfortune.

“Doffy why are you sending her to retrieve Caesar?”

Despite his recent setback, another sinister smile spread across Doflamingo’s face. “It’s about time I test her abilities. And who better than Law to be the test subject?”

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Part 1 done! I feel like I may have included some unnecessary bits here and there, but oh well. I hope you liked it. Let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist.

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[wisteria-lodge]

Better Names for the HP Epilogue Kids:

thank you @arkadijxpancakes, @fire-vvhiskey, @missbrunettebarbie, @the-phoenix-heart and the ask box anons for the excellent suggestions! I liked them so much that I just wanted to group them all in one place.

HARRY / GINNY

Fredrick (if he's the first Weasley clan grandson, and George is okay with it, Ginny might insist on this one)

Sirius (I do think it makes sense to go with Sirius, but to use it as a first name. Sirius Black's name was never officially cleared, and I think Harry would be on top of that post-war. Naming his son Sirius would be a very clear, political, statement of intent.)

Alfred (Honors Fred without being on the nose, and the Al- honors Albus without out being too on the nose. Also very Weasley-coded.)

Ariana (Honors Albus... but Harry isn't conflicted about Ariana, and it doesn't cast as huge a shadow over the kid (one step away from naming him Merlin, honestly.) Also, I think Albus would honestly be pretty uncomfortable with a child named after him, and would prefer one named after his sister)

Evan (Very classy way to name a kid after Lily Evans)

Fleamont “Monty” (Important Potter family name with a Weasley-coded nickname)

Godric (Honors Lily, James and Albus who all lived at Godric's Hollow. And of course Godric Gryffindor, because Harry and Ginny are two of the loudest Gryffindors to ever Gryffindor.

Wulfric (One of Albus' middle names, so a more subtle way to honor him. Also that "Wolf" part brings in Remus)

Ruby (Fits in well with the other Weasley names, very Gryffindory, would be an adorable way to name someone after Hagrid.)

Holly (Cute, Weasley-coded, and a botanical name like Lily while bringing in the protective elements of Harry's holly wand.)

Minerva (Harry and Ginny both have nothing but good associations, it's a good name, and "Minnie" is a cute Weasley-ish nickname. Also makes more sense than 'Luna,' which they went for in-canon.)

The Weasleys seem to possibly favor names with an Arthurian vibe (Arthur, Percy) and they are very wizardy in a way Harry might enjoy. So some options in that category:

Vivienne (magical character)

Elaine (also happens to be the "Lily Maid," so another way to get Lily in there)

Gawain (very Gryffindor kind of guy)

Guinevere (Gwennie or Jenny for short. Ginny and Jenny would be very cute)

RON / HERMIONE

Jean (Hermione's middle name, and very possibly her mom's name. It would make a lot of sense to name kids after Hermione's (muggle) parents)

Harriet (cute way of naming a kid after Harry, who is basically family to both Hermione and Ron)

Everyone seems to like the idea of Hermione and Ron going to Shakespeare for their names. 'Hermione' is a Shakespeare name, and it makes sense that she would favor a muggle writer who loves to write about magic. Some good options:

Hero (Ron would think this is cute and funny)

Rosalind

Prospero / Prosper (naming a son after the wizard character would be fun for both of them)

Miranda (the wizard's daughter)

Owen (after wizard Owen Glendower)

Viola

Lysander

Imogene

Robin (Robin Goodfellow, so fairy/magic connection)

Benedick

Perdita (Hermione's daughter in A Winter's Tale. Hermione would get a kick out of this)

Toby

Edgar

Eleanor

Sebastian

Tamora

DRACO / ASTORIA

Corvus (This is the constellation that would have been in the sky during the Battle of Hogwarts/Voldemort's death, which makes it a classy choice... but it also does show up in the Fantastic Beasts films as a super Lestrange name, and Draco would know that.)

Regulus (makes a LOT of sense to honor another Death Eater who changed sides, as well as the Black family. Underlines the importance of family tradition while also allowing Draco to telegraph exactly where his new loyalties lie.)

Berenice (also referencing a constellation above the death of Voldemort. Means 'victory bringer,' which - appropriate.)

Aquila (another astronomy name. Latin for "Eagle," which might make a nice pair with Astoria, which means "Hawk.")

Amalthea (very, very pretty and soft astronomy name.)

Sylvius/Sylvia (Latin "forest." Nice, standard pureblood name, but the meaning does have a nice overlap with Astoria's maiden name, Greengrass. Also, the 'y' and 'l' sounds makes it sound really nice with 'Malfoy.')

Draco might also want to use a botanical name, to honor Narcissa. The narcissus (daffodil) is also an early spring flower, and I think that symbolism would appeal to Draco and Astoria: publicly communicate that this is a new start for the family. In that category, I like:

Iris

Hyacinth (Draco would use this name for either a boy or girl. Also sounds similar to 'Hyperion,' Scorpius' canon middle name, so presumably Draco and/or Astoria would think it sounds nice)

Forsythia (Just a very striking flower name. Also "Sythie" as a nickname is kinda cool.)

[mousy-muses13]

Chapter 1 

Viola

Why won’t these damn flowers grow. I’ve made sunflowers grow and I’ve kept the tomatoes and grapes on this small farm alive but god forbid I want to grow peonies. I guess Italy doesn’t have the climate for peonies. I stand up as I hear a car approach and I slowly turn to see an all black sedan pull into my drive way. I instantly know it’s Kate since she is the only one who knows I live out here. The rest of the world even my family thinks I’m MIA after a mission gone wrong. This isn’t a normal check-in visit that’s not for another few months so this must be serious. I wipe my hands on my apron and wave to the neighbor who is looking out his back door to see if little ole me is ok. I give him a thumbs up before the old alpha gets his pants on and grabs his rifle to come “protect” me. 

The black sedan parks in front of my cottage and Kate’s familiar face pops up. “What’s wrong? Who died?” I tell her as soon as she sees me coming out from behind my cottage with one hand on my hip and one providing shade for my eyes.

“ What? I can’t just visit my favorite operative?” Kate tells me with her arm outstretched. I roll my eyes at her a walk towards her. 

“Kate, you and I both know I haven’t been under your employ in three years. So why are you here. It’s way too early for your visit to check up and give me updates on my sister. So either the world is ending or I’m in danger.” The look on her face instantly changes to a more serious expression. 

“You know you are too smart for your own good. Let’s move this conversation inside. I could definitely go for some wine if I’m going to tell you this news.” We both walk towards the front porch of my cottage and enter in. Kate makes her self at home at the small kitchen table. She looks stressed and worried. I turn to the cabinet that has the glasses and I pull down two wine glasses. It might only be 14:00 but it’s Italy and it’s never too early for wine. I grab a chill bottle from the back of the fridge and set everything down on the table. I pour us a glass each and sit down. 

“So am I compromised? How bad is it Kate?”

Kate brings the glass of white wine to her lips and takes big gulp. Uh oh this is going to be bad. “Viola someone got into the data base last night and some sensitive information has been compromised. We don’t know the extent of it yet but we have reason to believe that they were after you and information on your new identity,” She downs the other half of the glass and sets the glass down, “Now don’t worry I have already thought of another plan to keep you safe. Do you remember the 141 team? They need an omega for their pack and you would be a perfect fit. They can protect you and you can help them. A car will be here tomorrow morning to pick you up so pack two bags. After I leave here I’m going straight to them to inform them of the plan.”

“Kate!!! What the fuck!!! I rather have whoever is coming after me to find me then be force into a pack. You know this is one big reason why when I presented I wanted you to put me into hiding.” I stand up fast and wave my hands as I talk. Presenting as an omega at 24 after working so hard in the army, it killed all my dreams. Any other soldier who has presented while enlisted gets packed up and never gets to go back to work and are rarely ever seen again. Kate knows this is what I’ve been avoiding. 

“Viola we changed your identity because you are a known face in human trafficking circles. So for your safety I hid you. I promised you then that I would keep you safe from them so the team you helped build and put together doesn’t end up searching the world for you. I’m keeping my promise to you,” she gets up and walks over to me. Pulls me into a hug and when she draws back she pulls my favorite scarf with her. She puts it in a ziplock bag. “Remember a black car just like the one I drove in today. Stay inside and out of sight. Local police should be driving around just in case” 

With that she walks out and into the car and drives away. Well shit now it’s time for me to pack up. First I need to close the house up then pack. I start to close and lock up all my windows and I grab two of my old army duffle bags. I go into my bedroom and head to my closet. I assume if I’m going to be with the 141 I should pack more plan clothes then what I normally like to wear since I’ll most likely be staying on base with them. It’s been a while since I’ve stepped foot on a military base. I set my folded clothes in the first duffle bag. I head into the bathroom for my toiletries and pack of scent patches. There is no way I’m walking onto a military base as an omega and not have my scent concealed that would be worse then being dropped behind enemy lines without ammo. Who am I kidding with or without scent patches it feels like I’m being dropped behind enemy lines without ammo. 

I grab the second duffle bag and head to my basement/nest. I need my nest items. I know I've only been an omega for three years now I don’t know much but I do know that my omega stops annoying me when I have a nest. I fold and pack the vital most important items to build a nest at the base. I go back up stairs and grab the other bag and go set them by the front door. I head back to the basement/nest and I turn on the two T.V.s I have for surveillance. I go to the built in drawers and pull out my old army knife and some throwing knifes. I sit myself in front of the T.V.s and watch for any movement. It’s been awhile since I’ve pulled an all nighter. I just have to wait for the black sedan to pick me up in the morning. 

Price

What in the bloody hell could Laswell want to tell us if she has to come to this base in person to tell us. It has me and the boys all on high alert since she told us. I look at my watch and see the time. Laswell should be here in ten minutes. I stand from my desk and walk out of my office to go find the boys so we can go meet her outside. I walk out of the admin building and look up at the sky. What could she need to tell us. I continue forward and wonder what needs to be said in person. Usually when we get new mission details from her it's usually over secure video. Very rarely does she ever give us mission details in person. I finally get to the 141 barracks and lucky for me they are all in one place for once. “Come on boys. It’s almost time to meet up with Laswell.” Kyle walks out from the small kitchen area. Simon is in the living room and barely even twitches. Johnny comes out of his room with a wet mohawk. “Simon, come on we need to go meet up with Laswell. Now is not the time to act like this.” 

Simon slowly gets up and turns to me, “ I’m only going along because I respect Laswell not because I want to listen to you.” I turn and leave the barracks with the boys behind me. Simon has been pissy lately and seems to disagree with me on almost every decision. It all start a couple of month ago when the brass wanted us to start looking into omegas. They want us to have an omega to level us out. It would mean less ruts and less angry alphas. Simon thinks they want us to have an omega so they can spy on us; Kyle wants one so bad I want to just choose one so I can see him happy; poor Johnny feels stuck in the middle he doesn’t want to disappoint Simon but you can see how much he craves the touch of an omega. I on the other hand have been rejecting every single omega file that has landed on my desk with some excuse of why they wouldn’t work. I personally think an omega would be a nice change but I see where Simon comes from. With everything that has happen with Graves and Shepard its understandable. 

We make it to the meet up spot and a black car slowly approaches. Laswell steps out and has a bag and a thick folder with her. “Lets talk somewhere more private shall we.” We led her back to our barracks and into a small meeting room that is off of the living room. We all sit down and she sets the folder down in front of me. I open and see two pictures. The first one is of a women’s military service photo; slicked back brown hair in a tight bun, bright green eyes, and straight mouth. The second is of the same girl but she is in a white dress with flowers, hair flowing lose, a big smile with cubby cheeks. They almost look completely different. I look back up at Laswell as if I’m looking for answers. “ Look more closely at her file Price.” I look past the photo and I see the women name. Viola “Riot” Stuart.

“ Laswell do you want us to find this women after being missing for three years?” I know we don’t usually go looking at missing cold cases but for Laswell we would. Everyone in our line of works knows about Riot and how she went MIA. I would’ve had her on the task force if Laswell didn’t turn it down.

“ No Price I don’t want you to find her. I know where she is at and yes before you ask I have for the last three years. As of tomorrow afternoon, you four will be officially courting her as your omega and she will no longer be considered MIA.”

Picture of how I think Viola cottage looks like.

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[ginnyw-potter]

A changed man

@ginnystrophyhusband prompt: nuance

Harry stared down the two men standing in his living room, looking nervous. The only reason he hadn’t raised his voice was because his week-old son had finally fallen asleep in his arms, and he absolutely did not want to risk waking up the smallest Potter.

“What do you mean the law isn’t so straight-forward?” he asked them.

Scott gulped. “Yeah…”

“There are nuances in the law, you see,” Roy told him, sounding not so sure at all. “And on those grounds, we had to let him go.”

“The alleged Death Eater we’ve been trying to catch?” Harry took a deep breath. Don’t wake James. “You let that man out on a technicality?”

“Yes,” Scott said.

“Then you better be damn sure you read it correctly,” Harry grumbled. He took a step closer to them. “Are you sure?”

Roy lost his nerve and glanced over at Scott.

“See we talked to Gawain Robards because he needed to sign off on it,” Scott said. “And he told us…”

Harry nodded. “He told you that you misread it and that there is a few Death Eaters out there laughing their asses off about our incompetent Aurors.”

“Not quite like that,” Roy dared to say. “How were we supposed to know it only applies to petty theft?”

The lowest step of the stairs creaked, and Harry turned to see Ginny join them.

“Do I need to take James?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No, I don’t want to wake him.”

“Okay. I’m just going to get some tea, don’t mind me,” she told the two Junior Aurors.

“Congratulations on the baby, Mrs Potter.”

“Thank you, Scott,” Ginny said with a smile.

Roy smiled at her. “He looks like a wonderful boy.”

Ginny smiled proudly and then padded into the kitchen.

Harry turned his attention back to the Aurors. “I have been off on paternity leave for exactly one week. Don’t make me come back early, because you won’t have to just deal with me but also my wife.”

Scott’s eyes widened.

“I picked out you two when I became team lead because you seemed like two sensible lads eager to do some good in the world. I don’t want to be wrong, but you’re making it very difficult right now not to second-guess that decision.”

Roy and Scott both stood there awkwardly and said nothing.

“Where were Viola and Amanda during all this?” Harry asked.

The two men looked at each other at the mention of their other two team members.

“What?” Harry pressed.

Roy sighed. “They told us not to do it.”

“And you didn’t reconsider?”

“I though Viola was simply upset because we were setting loose the one she captured,” Scott explained, looking sheepish. “And we figured Amanda was on her side because she’s a woman.”

“Because she’s a woman?” Harry repeated as he ignored his wife’s snort of derision from the kitchen.

She made herself known again by walking out of the kitchen, holding a mug reading World’s Greatest Mum and sipped from it. “And not because she was right?” She tutted quietly. “What exactly are you doing in my living room?” Her brown eyes were trained on them.

“Robards sent us,” Scott squeaked out.

“You’re lucky I left my wand upstairs,” Ginny commented, her mug already halfway to her mouth again as she walked into the kitchen once again.

Harry faced his Aurors again. “On another day I would leave you to figure out your own mess, but I don’t have time for that. You’re going to find that Death Eater again and capture him. You are going to apologise to Amanda and Viola for not taking their earnest advice seriously and for forcing them to work on this again. You are going to tell Robards what I told you—and I will check in with him so don’t go spinning lies.”

Scott nodded quickly. “Yes, Sir.”

“And any decision you four don’t agree on unanimously, you will run by Robards,” he finished.

“Please, no. Robards is going to hate us for doing that,” Roy complained.

Harry shot him a look. “Perhaps then you’ll learn. You can go, both of you.”

The two Aurors hurried outside, and Harry took in a deep breath to calm himself before he walked into the kitchen.

“How difficult was it to not go outside and hex that Death Eater yourself and bring him in far quicker than they ever could?” Ginny asked, pushing a second mug across the counter to him.

Harry looked down at the soundly sleeping James. “Surprisingly easy,” he admitted. “Someone else can save the world. I have better things to do.”

When he looked up, Ginny was beaming at him.

“You’re a changed man, Harry.” She walked around the counter towards him.

“There will be other days to save the world, more Death Eaters to capture. I want to cherish these first precious moments with our son. Besides, you need me.”

Ginny reached out and caressed his cheek. He kissed the pad of her thumb. Her attention slipped to James.

“He’s sleeping really deeply,” Ginny noted. “What did you do?”

Harry nodded towards the Snitch that was charmed to fly above the armchair only. “He followed it for a bit and his eyes shut like that.”

“You’re such a little Potter,” she cooed, carefully stroking James’ cheek.

“He is, isn’t he?” Harry said proudly.

[beforetimes]

what's interesting to think about with female!shen jiu is that if we work with the assumption that shen yuan is still a man, then we end up with! a similar performance of gender as there is in shakespeare's 'twelfth night.' where you have the paradox of a boy actor playing a woman who's pretending to be a man. you don't have quite as many layers with shen qingqiu, of course, but you do have shen yuan, a man, playing as shen qingqiu, peak lord and woman, while also? conforming to this role instead of actively rebelling against it because i'm working with the assumption that shen yuan wouldn't immediately try to transition amid the plot because of the glaring issue of luo binghe trying to kill him one day.

so we have a character conforming to the social lifestyle of a woman in a position of power while dealing with the changes in their relationship with the people and world around them as they navigate this new land doubly over; once because it is literally a novel come to life in a fantasy setting and twice because shen yuan has only lived as a man. though if you look at the framework of twelfth night, then you get the same questions of queering gender when you consider the meta of the stage production on top of the in-story disguise using gender. which also brings in judith butler's theory of gender which (very very paraphrased) posits gender (and sexuality, though that's more in line with adrienne rich's compulsory heterosexuality) as a performance that needs to be repeated to justify itself.

basically, would shen yuan gradually begin to see his gender as something more queer than the boundaries of 'man' and 'woman'? would his obliviousness prevent him from doing so? would his performance as female!shen qingqiu create a situation similar to the last act of twelfth night where the confusion is in part cleared up but the issue of gender is never solidly given a clear conclusion?

for people who haven't read twelfth night, it's a play about a woman named viola who disguises herself as a young man named cesario and becomes apart of the duke's inner circle before eventually falling in love. there's a comedy of errors-esque aspect to it at the end because she has a twin brother but the short of it is that when her identity is cleared up at the end, she never entirely sheds the role of a man (literally! she keeps her costume as a page on while her maiden's robes are referenced! and it's said that she'll get them later but we all know if something is supposed to happen off-screen it might as well not have ever happened at all) and when she leaves off stage with the duke, he calls her as cesario rather than viola—'for you shall be while you are a man.' while also saying 'but when in other habits you are seen, orsino's mistress and his fancy's queen.'

(there is also an interesting aspect of sexuality as fluid thrown in the mix when she gets courted by a noblewoman in the middle of the play while the woman is under the impression that viola is a man. which could also carry over to shen qingqiu in this au. but that's a bit much for this post i really meant for it to be short lol).

do you see where i'm getting at with this? if shen yuan never gets the chance to have his own 'system reveal' and we carry over into the epilogue with the dilemma of his gender unresolved, can we assume that he could have an arc similar to viola in respects to at the beginning having a very strict view of the gender binary and wearing gender as a costume to eventually queering himself entirely?? if that makes sense.

i just think! that there is so much opportunity to get into the meta aspect of the female!shen jiu au and i think that. it falls in line with a lot analysis surrounding twelfth night and judith butler's paper on gender performance. i meant for this to be a short post because like. when i mentioned i wanted to make a long post about female!shen jiu/shen qingqiu this is not what i had in mind. but i hope this makes sense. i am spitballing off the top of my head lol.

[ladysatoru]

I do really love Sanji for his kindness 🥰. But why does he treat every attractive women as a sex object? 🥴 Female looks seem to be more important to him than character.

hello sweet anon, im not gonna try to change your mind, but let me tell you why i don't think that way!

Sanji is definitely flirtatious, but he genuinely respects and cares for women beyond just their looks. That's his principle in life that he'd learned from zeff. Let's discuss :

Does sanji only see women as sex objects?

No. If Sanji only saw women as sex objects, he wouldnt be so sensitive to their behavior and struggles. he would not care for the real person they are underneath (pudding in wci), their discomfort (connis in skypiea), their helplessness (Viola in dressrosa, Robin in water 7), their obligations (tashigi fighting vergo in punk hazard) etc.

Another point is that, sanji's admiration for women lies in what he can do for them instead of what they can do for him. This is an important point because men who objectify women, usually treat them as disposable things - only valuing/being nice to them when they can get sex/favors from women and discard them when the need is met/rejection, there's always an underlying conditional dimension to it. Sanji is not like that. Sanji's joy lies in serving, protecting and admiring women. He remains loyal, kind, selfless, and devoted, even when he gets nothing in return, even when he is hurt by women sometimes (he cared for and even uplifted pudding even when he came to know abt her intentions and opinions abt him). His kindness goes beyond attraction; it’s a fundamental part of who he is.

Does sanji treat women as his equals?

HELL No. But he's still a feminist, because he treats women BETTER. The world and societal structure favors men more than us, and we don't always have the freedom or agency over our life and circumstances. Sanji understands that and so he treats women BETTER than how he treats men. He gives women more grace, more consideration and more understanding than he would ever give to any men. I guess he's more of a woman supremacist than a feminist but yeah.

Does he only care for women's physical appearance?

No, if he did then he wouldn't be kind to the mermaid grandma kokoro im enies lobby. Yes, he was crying throwing up cz she's not what he expected mermaids to look like but he was doing that clownery AFTER saving her life. Yes sanji loves beautiful women (who doesn't tbh) but that's NOT the foundation of his behavior towards women.

He is incredibly kind, some ppl say only to women, absolutely not, he's kind towards all genders and species'. With men, he's just more brash and rude, with women he is sweet and kind. I love him to the moon and back.

His gag is not about reducing women to their looks, but rather about how he expresses his appreciation and admiration for them. The sun rises in the east, and Sanji fawns over beautiful women—it’s the rule of the universe.

[viola-verse]

SUCHWITA: EP 02 - 드디어 우리가 다시 만났다 (Finally we meet again)

Warnings: talks of ghosts, mentions of alcohol, past injury, gets angsty, gets fluffy, Korean might not be accurate. I had to look it up. For the anon who asked if Viola was going to be on Suchwita.

Wordcount: 2,743

Requests: Open.

Remember this is a work of fiction. Let me know if I should add a comments part.

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Yoongi starts the video with his introduction before sitting down and picking up the tablet propped up on the table for him to read from.  “Today’s guest wrote she's a best friend of over 10 years, professional ghostbuster and full time cat lover, part time idol,” Yoongi reads from the tablet in front of him, trying to keep his smile small, as he goes over everything she put on the small form that his team has his guest fill out for fun. "She does love cats," he chuckles to himself. "Professional ghostbuster," he muses, tapping his finger against the screen of the tablet. "I don't think she's ever seen a ghost," he mutters more to himself. "Alright, let's bring her out!" he says standing up to greet his friend turned secret girlfriend. "Viola!" he calls out, a hint of playful anticipation in his voice. He extends his hand, and a moment later, a figure walks into frame. 

"Yoongi-ah!" Viola grins, her eyes smiling as she greets him, a paper bag in her hand. She's in a nice blouse and a pair of light denim blue jeans; her hair has been cut shorter into a bob that reaches her shoulders. It's a change from her long hair and something she hadn't told him about wanting to surprise him. "Thanks for having me," she adds with a light laugh. 

"You cut your hair," Yoongi says, a surprised but pleased look on his face as he sits back down. "It looks great! Come on, have a seat. What's in the bag?" he asks, gesturing towards the chair opposite him and then eyeing the paper bag with curiosity on what alcoholic beverage she might have brought. 

“Just my favorite,” she smiles pulling out a bottle of Bacardi white rum and hands it to him. “I also brought a couple bottles of coke.”  

“I should have guessed,” he smiles, taking the bottle and opening it, pouring some into two glasses as she opens one of the bottles of Coca-Cola that has the label taken off. He sets the bottle of rum aside as she pours the coke, mentioning the menu of food that they have that she can pick from.  

Once the drinks are poured and the food is ordered and spread out in front of them, they clink their glasses together and take a drink as they get settled into the interview. Y/N can feel her mouth watering at the sight of the spicy fried chicken, tteokbokki and a few other of her favorite Korean dishes. 

"So, ghostbuster, any recent paranormal activity I should be aware of?" he teases, a playful glint in his eyes as he takes a bite of his food. 

"I haven't had any since I moved out of the dorm room the girls and I were in," she replies, after taking a bite of chicken, she chuckles, wiping her hands on a napkin and taking a sip of her drink. Her ghost story from their trainee days is well known amongst her fans. She's talked about it multiple times. From how her things would disappear and reappear somewhere else. The seven other girls she shared the small dorm room with were adamant that they hadn't touched her stuff. It happened to two of the other girls too. Then there was the cold spots and the chills, the faint whispers and slightly touches when no one else was in the room. The scary stories and rumors about their dorm didn't help either. Viola was 100% certain that their room was haunted, and she can attest to the many nights she snuck into one of the training rooms or the boy's dorms to get some undisturbed sleep. She shudders slightly as a chill goes down her back thinking about it, "That dorm room was cursed for sure." 

Yoongi nods in agreement. "I remember when you used to come to our dorm trembling and asking if you could stay with us."  

"Jin oppa would get so annoyed," she says, guilt washing over her as she remembers all the times she did it before she was caught out by one of their trainers.  

"He didn't mind," he assures her. "Taehyungie loved it though. He liked having you there." 

"Yeah, Tae always made room for me," Viola laughs. 

Yoongi smiles, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Any new ghost stories from your current place?" he asks, even though he knows there isn't. What their fans and the public don't know is that they've been living together for almost a year now, their relationship starting back in 2021. Neither of them or their company is ready to make it public yet, especially with Yoongi's military enlistment approaching and the clashing of their separate schedules. 

"Nope! Thankfully," she says with a relieved sigh. "If there was, I'm sure my roommate will chase it away. He's not easily scared by ghost stories." 

He chuckles, flattered by the hidden compliment. "Your roommate," Yoongi says, a playful smirk on his face as he glances at the camera. She also looks between him and the camera when she realizes she called her 'roommate' he, knowing full well that some of the audience might piece things together, especially their fans who have been shipping them since they started getting to see them interact. 

Yoongi takes this moment to change the subject, shifting it to her solo debut. "So, 'Welcome Home' is doing really well! Congratulations, Viola-ssi!" he says, a proud smile on his lips. "Everyone is loving it. How does it feel to be performing again?" 

"I've missed it so much," she says taking another bite of food and a drink from her glass. "I didn't realize how much I did miss it until I started preparing for the comeback. I haven't danced or sang this much since I broke my ankle and the Le Fleurs disbandment. It feels really good to be doing it all again and seeing how many fans I still have. That was pleasantly surprising," she pauses, thinking for a moment as he listens intently to everything she is saying. They've had this conversation behind closed doors when she was considering coming back to the spotlight. "It's definitely a different experience being a soloist though. It's a lot more work but it's also a lot more rewarding. I have more creative control, and I get to really express myself in my music." She pauses, again thinking back to her Le Fleur days. "I still miss my girls though. It's definitely not the same without them." 

"Yeah, I can imagine," Yoongi says sympathetically. He knows how much Le Fleur meant to her. He was there when they debuted, when they won their first award, and she broke her ankle which is when they ultimately disbanded. He was her shoulder to cry on through it all. "But you're killing it as a soloist! I've had 'Welcome Home' on repeat for weeks now," he says showing his pride for her in his eyes and resisting the urge to reach across the table and take her hand in his. 

Viola blushes, pleased by his praise and bows her head. "Thank you, Yoongi-ah. That means a lot, especially coming from you." 

"Speaking of your music," Yoongi says, leaning forward with genuine interest, "I've been wondering, is there a particular song on the album that's the most personal to you? Or maybe one that was the hardest to write?" 

"I didn't really struggle with writing any of the songs on this album, but I think that's mostly because I never stopped writing them. I have a laptop, and notebooks filled with songs I would love to release eventually," she says recalling her process that went into making her solo debut album. "The hardest part was deciding which songs would go on the album. Of course, Welcome Home made it to my debut song which is very fitting considering it's about returning to a place that feels like home. If I had to choose a song that's the most personal to me," she pauses biting her bottom lip as she thinks about her songs and tries to decide which one it would be. "I think it would have to be my ballad 'Silent Years'. People think it's about my years I spent not being an idol, it's actually about lifelong friends finding a certain special kind of love for each other. I actually wrote the song with someone, so it's not a song I wrote on my own. I can't take full credit for it."  

"Oh, really? You wrote it with someone?" Yoongi asks, not wanting to give it away that it was him who wrote it with her and produced it for her. Even though if anyone looked into the credits for the song, his name is there. 

"Yeah," Viola says, a soft smile playing on her lips. "It was a collaboration. We worked on it together for a while before we finalized it. It was a really special experience." She looks at him, a silent message passing between them, a shared memory of late nights spent hunched over lyrics and melodies, their voices blending together in perfect harmony. "It was unfortunate I couldn't get their vocals on the song." 

Yoongi nods, his eyes twinkling with affection. "Well, whoever you wrote it with, they did a great job. It's a beautiful song," he says sincerely, taking a sip of his drink. She bows her head slightly, thanking him again. "Should we take a listen to it?" he asks, and she nods, pulling out her phone.  

Viola unlocks her phone and goes through it until she finds the song. She lays her phone on the table and presses play. The soft melody of "Silent Years" fills the room, the sounds of a piano accompanying Viola's delicate vocals. Yoongi watches her as she listens, her eyes closed. He can almost see the memories playing out in her mind – the laughter, the tears and the quiet moments together that had woven their friendship into something more. The song speaks volumes about their relationship, a secret confession hidden in plain sight. He feels a surge of pride, knowing he helped bring her song to life. 

When the last note fades, a comfortable silence settles between them. Viola opens her eyes, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "It still gets me every time," she admits softly, glancing at Yoongi. 

"You really poured your heart into it," he replies, his voice equally soft. "Let's talk about something a little lighter. You're dancing again. How's that been going?" He asks, hoping to steer the conversation away from the more personal aspects of her music, at least for the sake of the cameras.  

Viola visibly relaxes at the change of subject. "The choreography has been intense, but so much fun!" she exclaims, her eyes lighting up again. Dance will always be one of her greatest passions. For the longest time she didn't think it was possible to dance again on the level she was at before her broken ankle. A lot of it had been fearing that she will injure it again, leading her to never being able to dance again.  

"I saw some of your fancams and dance challenges," Yoongi says with a grin. "You've improved so much." 

"Thank you," she smiles before asking, "Do you want to do the dance challenge with me? Hobi, Jimin and Tae have done it."  

He looks hesitant for a moment, it well known he isn't the biggest fan of dancing despite it being one part of what makes him an idol. He also isn't a big fan of participating dance challenges. "I'm not sure I can keep up with you," he says with a chuckle, knowing full well that she's ten times the dancer he is, her being on almost the same level as Hobi. But also, how can he say no to her, especially when she's looking at him, her lips slightly pouted and eyes sparkling with hope. Yoongi sighs dramatically, but a smile plays on his lips. "Okay, okay," he relents, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. "But if I embarrass myself, I'm blaming you." 

Viola claps her hands together excitedly. "Yes! Okay, let's clear some space," she says, moving to the open space in front of the cameras. 

"Alright, show me what you got, dance teacher," he teases, standing up and stretching his arms. 

Viola grins, pulling out her phone again and finding the part of the song that's being used for the dance challenge. She starts demonstrating the first few moves, her body flowing effortlessly to the music. Yoongi watches her intently, trying to mimic her movements.  

It takes a few tries, and there's a lot of laughter and playful banter, but eventually, Yoongi starts to get the hang of it. He's still a bit stiff and awkward, but he's definitely trying his best. Viola cheers him on, offering encouragement and corrections with a smile, the opposite to what he's use to with Hobi.  

"You did it!" she exclaims, after they manage to get through a small portion of the dance without messing up. 

They continue to practice for a few more minutes, giving the everyone a glimpse into how well the two work together. Even the camera crew can't help but smile at how well they work together. Finally, they decide to film a short clip of them doing the challenge together. 

"Okay, everyone ready?" Viola asks, looking towards the person filming the challenge for them. "Three, two, one, go!" 

 They launch into the dance. Yoongi stumbles a few times, but he keeps going, determined to finish strong. Viola laughs, but she doesn't miss a beat, guiding him through the steps. 

When the clip ends, they both collapse into their chairs, breathless and laughing. "We did it!" Viola exclaims, high-fiving Yoongi. 

"I think I pulled a muscle," Yoongi groans, and leans back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "Everyone is going to love it," he says confidently. "Especially seeing me embarrass myself." 

Viola playfully hits his arm. "You weren't that bad," she says, but she's grinning. "Besides, it's all about having fun, right?" 

"Right," Yoongi agrees, his gaze lingering on her. "And I definitely had fun." He looks at the camera. "Okay, ARMY and Violette's, please be kind. I tried my best!" 

"If you ever have a dance challenge, I'll return the favor," she smiles. "I promise." 

"I'm going to hold you to it," he tells her, fully intending to make sure she keeps that promise. 

As the interview winds down, they finish their last drinks. "Before we go, is there anything else you'd like to say to your fans?" Yoongi asks her, giving her the opportunity to express her gratitude. 

Viola takes a deep breath and looks directly at the camera, her eyes filled with gratitude. "To anyone who's ever doubted themselves or their dreams, never give up. Believe in yourself and never stop chasing your passions and dreams. And to all my Violette's, thank you for your unwavering support. Your love and encouragement mean the world to me. I promise to keep working hard and creating music that you'll love." 

Yoongi nods, impressed by her heartfelt message and closes out the episode with a few more words. 

The video then cuts to them, removing their microphones as their playful banter continues, unbeknownst to Viola, one of the camera's is still recording the scene like Yoongi had planned. They're soon interrupted by a visitor, calling out the nickname they use for Viola, "La-La." 

Her eyes widen as she spins around to find Taehyung standing there with a small cake, "What's this?"  

"Congratulations on your solo debut," the younger man, beams.  

Yoongi watches them, a fond smile on his face. He knows how close Viola and Taehyung are. They've always had a special connection, a playful and supportive friendship that he admires. From the moment they met, Viola took him (and the others) under her wing. Having three younger brothers, she has a natural instinct to nurture, care for and protect them. They quickly became her honorary brothers.  

She takes the cake from him and gives him a quick hug thanking him. 

As they continue to chat and enjoy the cake, the camera continues to roll, capturing the genuine warmth and affection between them. It's a moment of pure happiness, a glimpse into the real friendship they have, away from the spotlight and the pressures of fame. 

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[f-imaginings]

I took a break from writing billford to colour in my billford comic that was just sitting in my drafts lmao. The grind never stops.

This is based on the gender swapped college au that has been rotating in my head for years. Here's the last comic I did for it, so folks can see the vibe I was going for.

Basically if we did a gender swap to achieve peak toxic yuri, I can't see older woman Stanford falling for Bill's tricks but if she were younger and more insecure, say at college, it could be an excellent setting for manipulation, since Ford might still crave social acceptance while acting like she doesn't need it. Major 'I'm not like other girls' vibes from young girl Ford.

Then if you throw in cultish sorority nonsense it would shape up to be a pretty interesting AU. Think Mona Awad's Bunny meets Gravity Falls.

Other fun facts about this au (that I may have a few pages of a fanfic already started in my drafts for haha) are as follows:

Bill is a second year transfer student who somehow within the span of days rose to power as Tri-Delta's sorority leader!

They introduce themselves to everyone as Bill Cipher, but because its the 70s and they're a girl all the other pledges call her Billie to feminize it a bit.

Bill offers to be Ford's first friend, but Ford rejects her on principle as she finds sororities to be vapid popularity contests and assumes Billie is no better. Ford's actual first friend is Viola McGucket who was named after the fancy word for her Pa's fiddle.

Occult phenomena has begun increasing ever since Billie usurped Tri-Delta's old leader and pledging rituals have involved dark magic, summonings and mysteries galore (a bit like the campus in Carmilla) which Stanford is keen to investigate.

Stanford has to prove to her father that she can be successful as a woman in STEM and is looking for something that will put her on the map as a scientist and change the world. Her idol switches from Tesla to Marie Curie.

She seeks comfort in the occult and thinks that her weird features and her intellect make her better than other girls (residual internal misogyny from Filbrick) but she learns solidarity when she has to save the sorority pledges and the rest of the world from Bill's machinations when she realises what the portal is for.

She is very gay, but acts like all women in STEM have to embody more masculine qualities, which is how she denies how gay her thoughts are all the time lmao.

She only starts stalking/obsessing over Billie after peeking at her essays to see that Billie is scoring higher than she is and is a certified genius.

She falls in love with Billie though once she realises that she's not human, and desperately seeks the acceptance in the occult she always envisioned. Bill makes her feel special too, often confirming Ford's biases against the pledges bc Bill thinks the sorority girls are braindead pawns.

Stanley didn't get kicked out, however she left home to make it big on her own while Stanford went to college. Right now she is dabbling in multi-level marketing schemes like Avon and tupperware parties, wanting to prove to her dad on the other side of the spectrum that a woman can make it big in business.

bonus Billie for the folks who read this long haha.

[slutzforbueckers]

twenty nights- p.b x fem!reader

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut

synopsis: based on the song twenty nights by nobu woods. you and paige are sneaky links because for 1. she doesn’t do relationships(being the face of UCONN’s Wbb and all) and 2. you already had a girlfriend.

a/n: i do not condone cheating!!! i repeat: i do not condone cheating!!! also any flashbacks will be written in italics!! this wasn’t really how i originally planned it to be but i hope you enjoy!

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paige had been busy for a few weeks with basketball games, which meant you had been reduced to late night phone calls and risky text. you were sure it was a form of torture to have something that good and having to go weeks without it.

she wasn’t the only one that was busy though, during those weeks was you and your girlfriends 1 year anniversary. it was good paige was gone, you could focus on acting like the oblivious girlfriend Viola—your girlfriend—thought you were. you weren’t ignorant to anything she had been doing for the past 7 months of your relationship, you had seen hard proof she had been sneaking around.

when you first found out you didn’t want to believe it, you were head over heels for her and you thought she was the same for you. it took you until the 5th girl, within the first two months of your knowing, had privately text you with proof they had been with your girlfriend for you to realize she wouldn’t change.

you could’ve left her then, sure, but you wanted to know you could do her worst than she had did you. yes, it’s petty but you’d rather end the relationship knowing she wouldn’t be the hurt one. so, you had decided to go to a few parties one night and find some new girls to talk to.

“you shouldn’t let that bitch go around sleeping with the whole town and not get your lick back!” your best friend, gracie, shook her head as she laid the last curl over your shoulder. she turned the wand off and set it down on the vanity. of course, she knew about the situation with Viola and she was ready to burn her house down when she found out. “i’m just saying, hun, i wouldn’t pass down the opportunity to show you’re a baddie if i were you.”

you gave her a tight-lipped smile and nodded your head. you were thankful you had gracie in your life to help you through times like this, granted her way of coping being very different from yours. she walked away and flopped down on your bed. you sat at your vanity still, running your fingers to loosen the curls.

there were so many thoughts running through your head, a part of you wanted to do Viola the worst way possible and the other part of you just wanted to ignore it and forget anything ever happened. the most you thought about it, all the girls and the lies, you just got more upset and embarrassed that you were still with her.

“you know what, call jason.” you twirled your hair around your finger for a second before dropping your hands and spinning around on your stool to face gracie. she sat up in the bed and gave you a confused expression. “see if he can get some parties starting, i’m tired of being seen as Vi’s pathetic girlfriend.”

gracie smiled big and squealed in excitement, she picked up her phone and immediately started dialing jason. jason was this frat boy she ran into one day, literally, and somehow they clicked and have been together ever since. the more jason was around the more you realized you actually loved parties.

all it took was a one phone call to jason and a 10 minutes wait before you were already getting phone calls and text from the rest of your friends, asking if you were going to the party tonight. you and gracie shared a look and immediately started talking about what dress you should wear.

that night you went to the party in the newest little red dress you had bought. it barely reached reached your mid thigh and the sides of your hips were cut to have slits, but it cupped your body in all the right places. when you had arrived at the party you got drunk and flirted with any girl you found attractive until you settled with one to take home that night.

that was the first time you had ever cheated on Viola or the first time you have ever cheated in your life at that. you felt horrible when you woke up with some else’s arms wrapped around your body. you felt sick with embarrassment, disgust, and a headache from all the alcohol, but the hole in your chest was still big and empty.

you cried for hours that morning, on the way back to your apartment, when you were in the shower, and when you were finally able to lay in your own bed. you thought cheating on her would make you feel better, make you feel like you were even. you almost couldn’t hold it together when she stopped by that evening with a hand full of bags from your favorite places in the mall and a box of chocolate covered strawberries in the other.

you tried again the next weekend with the girl from the party that night and you didn’t feel as bad as you did the first time. so, you figured it would get easier and easier each time. you met up with the girl a few times until and you both agreed to keep it casual and no strings attached.

of course, you told gracie about it and of course, gracie was excited for you and filling your head up by saying things like saying you needed to build your roster and “pussy whip these girls into being your bitch”(her exact words). so, another party came around and you met another girl. you met paige, the big shot basketball player.

gracie had a tight grip on your wrist as she pulled you through the crowds of people lingering around. you stumbled around, trying to keep up with her fast pace. eventually she let go of you when she spotted her boyfriend, giving you a quick look back to make sure you were good by yourself.

you watched her nearly run to jason and you shook your head. you looked around to see what you could do, you spotted the kitchen and the line up of different alcoholic drinks on the island. deciding you were due for a good drink, you headed in that direction. you slightly swayed to the music playing as you decided on what you wanted.

just as you picked up the bottle of pink whitney you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. you looked over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of a tall and thin figure, you quickly poured you a drink and turned around.

“am i in your way?” you asked, though you didn’t bother moving. you immediately recognized the girl standing in front of you. how could you not when her face was plastered as the face of your school. she’s good at basketball and not to mention she’s hot, there’s no way you couldn’t pay attention to her.

“nah, just enjoying the view.” she pushed herself off the counter and took a step forward, she reached behind you to grab her drink of choice to refill her cup. you turned your head to the side and watched her, admiring the way her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol. you snickered at her words, causing her to look back at you. “what’s funny?”

“you been watching me all night.” you shrugged your shoulders and finished off your drink. paige moved so she was standing in front of you, looking down at you. you had never been this close to her before, the height difference was very noticeable. you crossed your arms under your chest and looked up at her.

"i mean, look at you." paige hummed and shook her head, she finished her drink and tossed it in the trash. paige stepped closer until she almost had you pinned against the hard counter. you took a deep breath and adverted your gaze, suddenly all the confidence you had disappeared. you almost had a full body reaction when she trailed her fingertips up your side before reaching your face and pushing your hair behind your ear.

you finally looked back at her and noticed her eyes were trained on your lips, making you subconsciously dart your tongue out to wet them. her eyes moved back up to yours and you shared a look before she spoke again.

"let me take you somewhere."

of course, you went with her with no questions. she took you to a secluded lake area and you sat and talked for a couple hours. you fully expected to hook up with her but after you kissed for the first time she explained to you that she didn't do relationships and you explained that you were already in one. you didn’t actually do anything until a few nights later and then it became a regular occurrence.

you met with her at your apartment a few times a week. unless she was busy, like the past few weeks, and then you had to settle for either your girlfriend or the other girl.

now, you laid on your sofa with your legs propped up on viola’s legs while she watched a sports channel. you let out a sigh of relief when your phone went off, you picked it up fully expecting to see a text from gracie asking you to go shopping. to your surprise it wasn’t, you had to contain your excitement as you read paige’s name on your screen.

paige

wyd tonight?

you bit your bottom lip and looked over at your girlfriend, you had to find some excuse to get her to leave. you looked back at your phone for a second and then back to viola. you had to think of something, there was no way you were going to miss seeing her after all that time. while racking your brain for things to say, she let out a loud groan.

"what's wrong?" you asked, turning you phone off and sitting it in your lap. viola shook her head and rested her hand on your thigh, you fought the urge to push her hand off of you.

"i'm bored. there's nothing on tonight, no parties?" she asked you, knowing that you were close to the people with those connections. you sat up straight and smiled at her. that was the perfect idea, get a party started so she'd be busy for the rest of the night. you picked up your phone and immediately texted gracie. of course, she replied within seconds and agreed to make the call to jason.

"done. jason's going to make some calls." you moved your legs off of her and got off the couch. viola jumped up with a smile on her face and kissed your cheek, mumbling a thank you before finding her way out your apartment. you made sure to lock the door before texting paige back to let her know it was safe to come over.

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while you waited you decided to take a quick shower, you put on one of your favorite two piece night sets. just as you picked up your phone to see where she was there was a knock on the door. you made your way to the front door, trying not to run, and opened it. paige stood there with her hands in her pockets, grey nike tech on, her hair in a bun, and a pair of clear glasses.

"you're drooling." she teased. you shook your head and rolled your eyes, stepping to the side so she could enter. paige made her way to the living room and you followed. you sat down next to her but she wasn’t satisfied with that, she pulled you into her lap. “i been thinking about you.” she wrapped her arms around your waist and gently tugged you closer to her.

“me too.” you draped your arms over her shoulders and lowered your head to kiss her. paige slid her hands down to your ass, deepening the kiss. you fought for dominance and even though you knew she’d win, you didn’t back down.

the way you kissed each other felt like you had been doing it your whole life. you always felt like you could feel emotions she hadn't expressed, and you tried to make sure she felt the same way. paige ran her hand up your back and grabbed a hold of your hair, she tugged your head back and your lips weren't connected anymore.

you let out a huff when you saw the way she smiled at you, you looked away because you weren't sure if you could take seeing her look at you like you were the only girl in the world. even though to her you were. it didn't make any sense to paige how she could look at another girl and not feel the same way she felt when she looked at you.

she tried to hook up with other people when you weren't available but it was never the same. she never felt the way she did when she was with you. the entire time the only thing she could think of was you. she would never tell you that, though, she didn't want to ruin what you had now. not to mention, she "doesn't do relationships."

"paige," you mumbled, finally meeting her eyes again. she let out a hum of acknowledgment and cupped your jaw, running her thumb over your lip. "stop looking at me like that."

paige bit her bottom lip before pulling you back down to kiss her. when she kissed you she tried to pull you closer, even though you were already as close as you could get. you ran your fingertips over her jaw and down to her throat. it only took a few more minutes before she was standing up, with you still wrapped around her, and making her way to your bedroom.

she had followed the same path so many times she was sure she could do it with her eyes closed. while she walked you took the chance to kiss your way down her jawline. paige’s eyes fluttered as she felt your soft lips on her skin, she stumbled her way into your bedroom and sat on the edge of your bed.

“take these off.” she muttered, sliding you off her lap so you stood in front of her. you listened and started to pull you clothes off, you weren’t sure why but you loved undressing for her. you loved the way her eyes roamed over your body because she couldn’t decide on what she wanted to look at, you loved the way you could see her cheeks tint pink, you just loved the way she looked at you.

you stripped down to your bra and panties, you decided you'd leave the rest to paige. "take 'em off." you gestured to your body and stepped closer to her.

paige pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and looked up at you, running her hands up the back of your thighs and over your ass. you expected her to tug your panties down but instead she stood up and twirled you around, pressing herself against your back.

she swiftly unclasp your bra and pushed the straps off your shoulder. she leaned down and pressed her lips against your skin, she pushed your hair to one side and started kissing your shoulder and back.

“so pretty.” she mumbled. her hands circled your waist, her fingers slipping into the waistband of your panties.

“shut up.” you let out a shaky breath and leaned back into her. paige pushed her hand further into your panties, her long and slim fingers finding their way through your folds. it’s not that you didn’t want her to tell you how pretty she thought you were, you just didn’t want to complicate your feelings even more.

paige sucked her teeth at your words and pulled her hand away, making you groan in annoyance. she didn't say anything as she stepped away from you and started to move your full body mirror to be right in front of the bed. she sat back down on the bed and pulled you between her legs.

“take them off and sit down.” she demanded. you did as she said and pushed your panties down your legs, kicking them to the side with the rest of your clothes. paige placed her hands on your hips and turned you to face the mirror, guiding you down onto her lap. she spread your legs so your cunt was on full view, she hummed as she looked at you through the mirror.

paige ran her hands over your thighs before moving her right hand down to your cunt, she coated her middle finger in your slick before dipping her finger into your entrance.

“fuck, paige.” you whimpered, looking away in embarrassment. paige rested her chin on your shoulder and watched you take her, she waited until she felt you were ready before adding another finger. she felt herself getting wetter as she watched how your cunt stretched around her fingers.

“look. look at how pretty you are.” she curled her long fingers in you, causing your hips to twitch just slightly. you shook your head and melted into her, your head falling back on her shoulder. paige let out a tsk sound and used her free hand to wrap around your throat, she lifted your head and made you look at yourself in the mirror. “you see her? yeah, she missed me.”

your body was buzzing with pleasure as she started to speed up, you grabbed at any part of her you could. all you could do was whine and moan while she held you. it didn’t take long before your stomach was tightening.

paige could feel you were close and even though she had been looking forward to making you cum for the past few weeks, she wanted to make you wait. she shushed you when you whined out her name, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“m’gonna make you feel good, i promise.” she spoke softly into your ear, followed by a gentle kiss. paige moved you off her lap and instructed you to get comfortable on the bed. while you did that she went to your closet and found the box of toys that you only used with her. you watched as she pulled out the strap and set the small box back in its place.

she set the strap on the bed and started to unzip her jacket. you watched for a second before you decided you wanted to do it for her. you moved to the edge of the bed and sat up in your knees, reaching for her white tee. “let me do it.”

she didn’t deny you, she stood right there and let you undress her. once you were done you kissed her body a few times before moving back to your previous spot.

“okay, i’m ready.” you chirped, twirling your hair around your finger. paige laughed and shook her head while she got the strap situated on her hips. she crawled onto the bed and between your legs. she stared down at you with that same look from earlier, making you reach up and lightly tap her cheek. “what?”

“nothing.” she shook her head and pressed her lips against yours before you could speak. while she kissed you, you made work of pulling her hair out of the bun it was in. paige let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of you running your fingers over her scalp.

you spread you legs around her waist and pulled her into you. usually you'd have more foreplay but it had been too long since you were last with her and you weren't sure you could wait. paige got the hint and reached between your bodies, she gathered some of your slick and spread it over the length of the strap.

she wrapped her hand around the base and guided the tip of the cock to your entrance. you opened your legs wider as she started to press into you. you let out a sharp gasp and fisted her hair, making her pull back to check on you.

"you okay?" she asked, reaching up and pushing a strand of hair out of your face. you nodded your head quickly and grabbed at her hips, trying to pull her into you. paige sat up straight and placed her hands on your knees, pushing them as far apart as possible before starting to slide deeper into you.

you wrapped your hand around her bicep and dug your nails into her skin, your eyes shutting as you got used to the stretch. one she bottomed out she paused to let you adjust.

she only began moving when you let out a breath and gave her the okay. her eyes were glued to the place where you met as she started to steadily thrust into you, eventually she came to find a good rhythm. paige wrapped her arms under your legs and leaned down, pressing her chest against yours.

“what’d you do while i was away, hm? how’d you keep my girl satisfied?” paige grunted in your ear, her nose brushing against your hair as she began to rock into you at a rough pace. she had you pinned against the bed with your legs wrapped around her waist and your nails digging into her back. your eyes nearly rolled back as you tried to open your mouth to speak but the only noise you could make was a nasally whine. paige brought her hand back and slapped your thigh. “answer me.”

“fuck i saw- i saw the other—“ paige snapped her hips into yours rougher and rougher, already knowing what you were going to say. she had cut you off by making you gasp for air. somehow you found it in you to finish what you were saying, your thighs squeezing her waist. “i saw the other girl.”

those five words sent paige into overdrive and you knew it. you loved how she roughed you up when she was jealous, how she swiftly changed positions and had you face down ass in a matter of seconds. she had a tight grip on your hair, pinning your head down onto the mattress, she used her other hand on your hip to pull you back into her.

the only thing you could do was moan and cry, your hands fisting the sheets beside your head. you could hear her quiet moans and shallow breaths. paige bit her bottom lip as she stared down at your ass, she watched her cock slip in and out of your sopping cunt. she groaned at the white ring starting to form around her.

she wasn’t sure why she got so jealous at the thought of someone else getting to see you like this. she didn’t want to think about the fact you weren’t hers, what she wanted was to brand her name on your chest so that everyone knew you were hers.

“she fuck you like this?” she slapped your ass before pulling you up so you were on your hands and knees. she wrapped your hair around her hand and pulled your head back so she could see your face. she loved being able to see your face scrunch up in pleasure and your full lips parting to let out all of those pretty moans she loved to hear. “you get this wet for her?”

you shook your head the best your could and bit your lip. no girl could ever fuck you the way paige does, no one else would be able to make you feel this good. if it was possible she would be yours and you wouldn’t have to go to other girls, but it’s not. “no- just you, paige!”

“damn right. can’t nobody make you feel this good.” the sound that left her was low and deep, almost like a growl. she wrapped her arm around your body and started to circle your clit. your thighs twitched as you started to fuck yourself back into her. you could feel yourself getting closer. “you hear that, baby? hear how wet you are? that’s all you.”

“yes yes, paige! i can’t— mmph shit— i’m gonna cum.” you cried, reaching behind you to grab at any part of her your could. paige had let go over your hair and you tried to keep yourself help but you were nearly trembling from how good she felt. you dropped down onto your stomach, paige lifted your hips a bit and continued drilling into you.

“c’mon, pretty, cum for me.” and you did, your eyes rolled back and your body stilled. you whined her name as your walls fluttered around her cock and you imagined she could feel it. paige slowed her pace to a leisurely pace, helping you ride out your high.

you reached back and pushed at her stomach as you started to feel the sting of overstimulation. “okay! okay!”

paige let out a soft chuckle and let you go, letting your drop down onto your stomach fully. she gently pulled out and flipped you onto your back before starting to undo the harness around her.

you watched her while you tried to catch your breath, your arm resting on your forehead. once paige got the strap off she looked you dead in the eye and wrapped her lips around it, she held eye contact with you the entire time she cleaned your cum off the strap.

“paige.” you groaned, squeezing your thighs together. you were already ready to go again, watching her do that just had you want more. paige tossed the strap aside and cupped your jaw, bringing her lips to yours and pushing her tongue past your lips. you hummed as you could taste yourself on her tongue.

you pulled back for a breath of air and she took the chance to admire you. you didn’t point out that way she looked at you.

for once, you let her look at you like she was in love.