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rafesfavoritegirl · 6 months ago

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where currents collide

chapter 2: escape

𓂃⋆.˚ Viv, John B’s younger sister, just wants to escape the chaos of the pogues for a little while, after John B decided she can't come to a Kook party. After a night of tension and betrayal, she seeks some peace on her own, but it’s never that simple when you’re surrounded by the Pogues. What starts as a quiet moment alone on the beach turns into something unexpected when old wounds and new faces collide.

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Content Warning: Mild language, emotional conflict, sibling dynamics, mentions of substance use, and tension-filled situations.

Trigger Warning: Mentions of family trauma (loss of a parent), emotional distress, mild substance use (marijuana), and moments of secrecy and betrayal.

As I watched everyone leave the house, I accepted defeat with humility. They were always going to perceive me as a little girl. I was disappointed in Jj most of all. He never used to choose sides. But now, knowing how he really felt, it stung to realize he was just like the rest of them. It all left me mentally and physically drained, pushing me to take a nap and escape for a little while from everything that had happened.

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I woke up feeling dehydrated, still unsettled by everything that had occurred earlier tonight. In an effort to clear my head, I decided to build a bonfire. I do not often get the house to myself, so I figured it was the perfect chance. Stepping into the yard, I spotted the hammock that Jj, John B, and I had put up when we were kids, still hanging from the tree. I grabbed some extra firewood to revive the ashes from the bonfire a couple nights before and headed back inside for a lighter, my phone, and my headphones.

Once I was back in the yard, I started to light the fire. When the flames finally caught, I settled into the hammock, slipped in my earbuds, and blasted my favorite playlist. The cool breeze brushed against my face, and for a moment, I realized maybe it wasn't so bad to have missed out on the chaos of tonight.

Just as I started to get comfortable in the silence combined with the arguments that happened previously, I did not hear the infamous sound of the half-broken twinkie entering the front yard, muffled by the music still in my ears. Once settled in, they made their way into the backyard, and suddenly, I could not ignore the look on their faces. They sat down, unintentionally crashing my bonfire, their eyes landing on me in my relaxed state.

"See? Told you staying home wouldn't kill you," John B said with a smug grin, clearly pleased with himself.

It only fueled my internal anger, making it burn even deeper. How could they sit there, knowing I was still upset? No apology, just laughing and reminiscing about the greatest night they have ever had, like nothing was wrong. Seeing my best friends ignore my existence, continuing to smile and laugh while I sat there in utter silence.

Hearing them all talk over one another, what caught my attention was Kie's voice: "Dude, when Jj brought the gun! I swear we were gonna get arrested," she said, and the rest of them laughed, agreeing with her.

I pulled off my headphones, cutting in. "Wait, what gun? What happened?" I asked, concern and curiosity creeping into my voice.

Kie dismissed me with a casual wave. "It was nothing," she said, laughing as she spun around, her back turned to me once again.

That was it. I stood up abruptly, my frustration boiling over. "Fuck this," I muttered, walking off without another word.

I headed to my room, shutting the door behind me, and sat down. For a moment, I just stared at the wall, my mind racing, trying to figure out what to do next. It took a moment, the silence giving me too much space to think.

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The bright white full moon shined through my window, and suddenly, an idea sparked. I needed to get to the beach—just to clear my head. I knew everyone was asleep by now, either in the living room or in John B's room, given the lack of space in our house.

That thought reminded me of how I would get there? The idea hit me out of nowhere, like a sudden rush of clarity. I could just take Jj's weed and the keys to his dirt bike. I needed a way to get out—escape, even if just for a little while—and the bike would get me to the beach in no time. Jj would not even notice, right? It was not like he was gonna miss it tonight, or even notice it was gone. Fixating on the thought, I convinced myself I would be back in time.

I knew where he kept everything—he always kept his stash of marijuana in that jar on the communal nightstand, and the keys to his bike were usually tossed carelessly on the dresser. I could not even explain why I was doing it, but it felt like the only way to get some space.

With that thought in mind, I quietly crept toward his room, my heart racing, but my mind set on the plan. I quietly opened Jj's door and paused for a moment, glancing at him as he slept, admiring how peaceful and cute he looked. A rush of guilt hit me—doing this behind his back felt wrong, but I could not shake what he had done. I knew he would be furious if he found out, but I had to go through with it. I tiptoed over to the drawer, quickly sorting through his mess, finding condoms and loose jewellery, until I found his dirt bike keys, weed and rolling paper. I left the house swiftly, starting up the bike, the engine roaring to life. I glanced back at the worn-down house, checking the window to see if I had woken anyone up. Coast clear. I grabbed the items I needed, then rushed out of his room, with everything at hand, I knew there was no turning back now.

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The moon reflected off the blue ocean as I parked the bike and made my way down to the beach—the same one the Pogues had visited not too long ago during their rioting. A few kooks were still hanging around, but I paid them no mind. I spread out my blanket and got ready to roll up.

I sat there, the mix of marijuana and saltwater breeze filling the air. For the first time in a while, I felt at peace, the worn-down headphones that I had earlier playing softly as I drifted into a stoned calm.

The kooks from when I had first arrived were packing up. Their infamous jeeps slowly rolled off the beach, and a part of me did not care, but another part felt relieved to be completely alone now—no talking, no people. Just silence.

That was until I saw a tall, shadowy figure making its way toward me. I did not think much of it, assuming they would just pass by. But then, without warning, the figure sat next to me. I was confused—though, in my stoned state, it did not register right away. I glanced to my right and froze. It was none other than Rafe Cameron.

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discoscoob · 8 months ago

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YOUNG DONNIE BARKSDALE HEADCANONS

ִ ˙ ✩°˖🍂⋆｡˚ Note: contains upsetting and distressing themes involving teen suicide, murder, abuse and parental neglect. This is angsty as hell, fellas :(

Note ii: I do not intend to romanticise or excuse any of the following, these are merely thoughts and ideas inspired works of fiction. I do not support or defend men like Donnie in the real world. If you think the following will be upsetting or triggering, I strongly advice not reading. You are responsible for your own choices. Thank you!

I’m using Keanu’s character Matt from the film River’s Edge as inspiration and a template for my headcanons for young Donnie Barksdale.

Family Dynamics

➤ Donnie never had a proper father figure in his life growing up and he never knew his real father.

➤ His mother suffered with alcoholism, leading to her neglecting him and his younger siblings.

➤ She would drift between different relationships, often with toxic boyfriends that Donnie would frequently get into verbal or physical fights with in an attempt to defend/protect his mother and younger siblings.

➤ As the oldest sibling, he felt responsible and pressured to fulfill a paternal role for his younger sister and brother.

➤ Prematurely stepping into this paternal role, without any healthy or positive guidance to draw from, meant Donnie didn’t possess the emotional maturity needed in order to fill that role properly.

➤ Donnie received little to no experience of healthy discipline himself growing up, which resulted in him mimicking the only discipline he ever experienced, which came from his mother’s toxic boyfriends.

➤ His first experience of using violence and aggression as a form of control and punishment began with his younger brother.

➤ When his younger brother started heading into a rebellious and reckless phase, without any sign of growing out of it, Donnie attempted to take control of his behaviour by using violence and aggression.

➤ Donnie’s softer side came out towards his little sister, the youngest sibling. He tried to be more protective and nurturing towards her. Despite his intentions being good natured, his attempts to overcompensate for the emotional and physical neglect she faced from their mother, lead to his protectiveness over his sister to become increasingly more controlling.

➤ This overprotectiveness would later extended to his romantic relationships with women and evolve into more possessive and controlling behaviour.

➤ Because Donnie never had a proper, healthy role model to look up to, he was never taught how to properly manage his emotions, leading to an inability to manage conflicts healthily.

His Friends Influence

➤ Donnie’s high school friend group became the only male influences in his life he had any positive association with. His friends were the only thing he had to fill the emotional voids within his life, this made the sense of brotherhood he felt he had developed with them incredibly sacred to him, something which he would protect no matter what.

➤ His loyalty to his friends was put to the ultimate test when one of his friends, John, murdered his girlfriend, Jamie. Donnie was pressured by his friend group to stay quiet in order to protect John.

➤ This had an everlasting detrimental impact to Donnie’s moral compass and desensitise him to violence, especially violence against women.

➤ The fear of losing the only sense of belonging he ever had on top of his fear of abandonment was enough to convince him to overlook John’s crime.

➤ This is the point in Donnie’s life where loyalty vs betrayal became more important to him than right vs wrong.

Prospects and Substance Abuse

➤ Struggling in school would often lead to Donnie skipping class or not showing up to school altogether. His poor performance in high school, on top of the poor amount of opportunities in his rural town, left Donnie with very few options.

➤ Donnie was already pretty disillusioned by life at a relatively young age, due to the lack of opportunities in his rural town and any dream of escapism he had seemed unattainable.

➤ He would smoke weed with his friends when they skipped school and when Donnie became older and accepted any, usually low-paying and physically demanding, job he could find, he would turn to alcohol and other harder substances as a coping mechanisms and a form of escapism.

➤ His drinking and substance abuse would only contribute to his violent and abusive behaviour.

His Sister’s Suicide

➤ Matt was in his mid to late twenties when his little sister took her own life. She was still only a teenager. She was struggling to cope with her own issues that developed from growing up within her toxic and dysfunctional family dynamic.

➤ At this point in his life, Donnie was already struggling with alcoholism and substance abuse as a coping mechanisms for his unfulfilling life, but it would become far worse after losing his sister.

➤ None of his romantic relationships were ever healthy, thanks to a combination of factors such as his abandonment issues, his relationship with violence and his inability to handle his emotions in a healthy manner (to name a few.)

➤ Most of his relationships failed because any potential threat to the relationship or lack of control triggered his anger and insecurities, usually caused by his jealousy or controlling behaviour.

➤ But losing his sister only worsened his toxic and unhealthy behaviour within his romantic relationships.

➤ He would cling tighter to his partners than ever before and that would manifest as manipulation and control. He would isolate his partner from their friends and family, forcing them to be completely reliant on him. Any hint of disloyalty or emotional distance from his partner would trigger violent outbursts.

➤ Donnie views his sister’s death as another one of his failures in life. Blaming himself for not protecting her enough, even though his protection of her had already developed into something that was toxic and overbearing, unknowingly contributing to the number of issues his sister was struggling to cope with.

➤ Donnie always perceived his intentions towards his sister to be good natured, as that’s how they began and honestly she was the one person he genuinely loved the most. Although he never learnt how to nurture and maintain healthy feelings and emotions, resulting in them all becoming warped and toxic. In his mind, he never hurt his sister or contributed to her turmoil.

➤ Therefore, when she took her own life, part of him saw it as a betrayal after all the sacrifices he made to protect her.

➤ The fragile relationship Donnie developed with masculinity, due to the major influences from his high school friends, his mother’s toxic boyfriend’s and the old rural town’s dated attitudes, left him unable to process his grief in a healthy manner—perceiving sadness as weakness. His grief would instead be channelled in bouts of uncontrollable anger and deep, depressive episodes.

Jamie and Jessica parallels

➤ When Jessica’s body is pulled from Donnie’s lake, it gives him flashbacks to seeing Jamie’s body at the river’s edge.

➤ When Donnie becomes a suspect and later charged with Jessica’s murder, questions about his involvement in Jamie’s murder resurface.

#keanu reeves #donnie barksdale #matt river’s edge #the gift 2000 #my headcanons #headcanons #donnie barksdale x reader #my fics

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year ago

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You got me simping for Vaegon…

First of all thank you so much for reading it and omg yes Vaegon is just so cute and his decision to become Archmaster has saved him such an icon in his family…even though you didn't ask for it anon I thought this might do another simp some good enjoy reading ;)

Prince/Achmaster Vaegon Targaryen in a relationship SFW/NSFW

°You met him when he still held the title of prince of the realm. One of many princes and princesses but a young man who had already suffered losses of his own blood. The deaths of his siblings and yet this did not seem to bother him, he attended the funerals and mourning ceremonies and kept to the prescribed time of mourning and yet. She had never seen a single tear in his violet eyes or a look of distress. On the contrary, the more deaths that happened, the more everyone mourned, the more often his gaze seemed to settle on her. Since those times of mourning, they seemed to be more and more united. He gave her his cloth handkerchief and even sent her a cup of tea to lift her spirits, ,,With best wishes from Prince Vaegon," her servant had told her.

°The paths of the two often crossed in the castle, a courtesy always towards her, and she thought she saw something like true joy in him when she was with him in the library, they met there almost every day, she kept him company more and more. She turned away from her friend and princess Alyssa to spend her free time with Vaegon. ,,You can go to the hunt, the others will be waiting," he had once said when she had preferred to read and study with him in the castle garden instead of attending the royal hunt. It was the first time she put her hand on his and saw the smile on his fine lips and it was the first time he came closer and gave her a kiss.

°It was the first time he neglected his duty and gave in to his feelings as his sisters did. ,,By the Great Citadel, I've wanted to taste you for so long," he confessed as his delicate hands held her, not roughly but gently, yet she sensed a power slumbering in him, his violet eyes always watching her. That this beginning was a time of love, trust and secrets. When she was with him, he laughed a hearty laugh, an honest laugh, something that made her heart beat faster. When he was with her, he allowed himself physical contact with her, cuddled with her in his chambers and read her the most beautiful poems he had composed.

°He was the only one who allowed her to ride out with him, telling her everything he knew about the animals and plants with a curious gleam in his eyes as she rode beside him, a sweet smile curling her lips. ,,Your knowledge is your beauty, Vaegon," she had said and giggled as she saw his pale blue cheeks turn pink and he looked away. But when she tried to give him a kiss, he returned the favor and kissed her faster. A day that ended in even deeper love in the forest. A day that had started with blood when he was cut with a sword by his older brother during training and angrily left the yard only to be slowly helped by her when he understood that she cared, that she had always seen him, that he was not overlooked as he had been by his parents. ,,I always take your concerns seriously, my prince," she confessed and finally pulled the fresh bandage around the wound and was about to turn away when he took her hand and squeezed it gratefully, ,,And for that I am bound to you my dear love".

°But as love blossomed, it also became clear that with the royal couple becoming parents and the death of his siblings, it was more tragic than ever that he was eligible for the Thorn. A fact that involved power and danger, ,,I don't want a throne if it increases the likelihood of losing you, my love," he had made clear one night as they sat together in front of the fireplace, the books set aside and his hand resting on hers. Her uncertainty about this, however, was extinguished when she saw the stubborn glow in the violet when he had to fight his enemies in the castle courtyard. When they humiliated him and he withdrew, he knew no, she knew just as he knew that he would never want to be king…but they both knew that a prince cannot shirk his responsibilities. Even if she came from a noble house, she was no Tyrell, Hightower or Lannister, it would not be enough for a marriage.

°But his decision and his father's permission brought new sides of love and soon she found Vaegon in front of the Citadel again knowing that it was actually a farewell, that he would lose his status, that he could pursue his destiny forever, ,,I will find a way…I will find a way to love you forever…even if it means breaking duties". A promise which he sealed with a kiss and deeds because as prince he arranged for him to have his personal servant and septa, a woman who would take care of his everyday affairs without notice. A matter that was settled when she put on the white robe and pinned the dragon's brooch to it almost with pride. ,,So everyone will see that you belong to me and are mine," she heard his whispered words as she was with him in his private room and thought she saw the madness, the madness of dragons, in his violet eyes for a moment in the semi-darkness …. but it was surely her imagination as he engaged her in another kiss.

NSFW

°The days at the citadel were long and exhausting, the knowledge had to be transferred and learned, chains had to be forged and the camp had to be managed. Rules, duty and order and a single woman among hundreds of men. But there was pride in her gaze, she did not duck away, she seemed to become like him, dutiful and yet with a hint of haughtiness that she knew, no actually everyone knew, what she was doing behind closed doors, what sounds came from the prince's room as his fingers slipped under the white dress. Peeling the fabric from her body, he almost greedily took what was rightfully his, his own dragoness nien better than what his shiwsters had ever had. ,,You are the precious treasure of House Targaryen, not the throne or the crown," he murmured to her as he kissed his way along her skin until he could finally touch her again.

°He marked her, trailing his kisses along her skin that was otherwise protected by the fabric, biting spurs over which he ran his fingers throughout the day. ,,Your beauty is indescribable gods," he sighed as his fingers massaged her breasts, gripping the flesh of her thighs, praising her, longing for her praise as she clung to him as he penetrated her, moaning her name, keeping the sounds of lust through the corridors at night in the darkness of the sacred place.

°He turned to painting with various fabrics and colors in the course of his studies, ,,You as my muse are the only thing beautiful in these halls," he had said as she sat down on the armchair, his demands animated with lust, his violet eyes seeming to turn a dark purple as she gradually released the fabric from her crown and spread her legs. He saw her swallowing, humming something to himself, and he had to restrain himself from throwing the painting away and taking her. He came up to her hungry for her sweetness for more of her when he knelt down in front of her his way up her leg trailing kisses on it to finally let his tongue wrap over her center. Studying his body from her beautiful example and learning to receive her praise.

°But even during the day in the citadel, she felt the other's gaze on her, felt his touch on her body like a gentle breeze. But she also helped him when she "helped" with all the things, pulling her hand onto his, pulling him into chambers. This time it was his lascivious noises that echoed through the corridors. Vaegon tried to suppress them, a shaking hand on his mouth or hiding his head in the books, but his redness was clearly visible to her when she looked up at him. His fingers tangled almost gently and needily in her hair, praising her. The hours of their love always took place in the free time and then until late at night but most of all their time together was safe from the throne and the battles outside the citadel where their love and lust could blossom.

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#asoiaf #asoiaf fic #a song of ice and fire #archmaster vaegon #vaegon targaryen #vaegon targaryen x reader #archmaster vaegon x reader #targaryentuesday

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lavender-romancer · 2 years ago

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He's So Pretty

Jim Kirk x Reader CW: distress, angst, romance

Kirk had no idea you felt the same way for him as he did for you, as you plan to leave Starfleet. Is it all too little too late for the two of you?

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He felt dead inside, Kirk wouldn't show it but he couldn't stand the fact you were leaving and it hurt even more that he'd never gained the courage to be honest with you. His plan was to have a meeting with you as a farewell in his Captain's quarters before you left the enterprise when they docked in Yorktown to refuel in a few weeks. But he didn't know if he could wait that long, he'd been holding this in for so long it felt like it was begging to be let out. You were too good for him and he knew that his feelings were real because he hardly ever bit his tongue but he was terrified you wouldn't feel the same as him. The only person to ever get his tongue tied, the only person who he would always be looking for in a crowd, it was unexplainable how much he cared about you. But now... now you were leaving and fuck, he wished you knew everything going on in his head.

"You're gonna kill yourself with guilt if you don't say something," Bones said in a matter of a fact way.

"I am aware, Bones." Jim grinned because he knew how dumb and high school it all was.

"Just tell the damn girl!" Bones exclaimed.

"Oooo. What girl is this!" Both the men jumped at the sound of your voice walking into the bar, they both went silent "Awh come on, is this a boys club conversation?" You put your hands on your hips and Kirk laughed.

"Something like that, dumbass," Kirk looked up at you and you rolled your eyes before punching his arm.

"You love me really, no matter how many times you insult me. You're gonna miss me!" You reached over the bar and grabbed some vodka making yourself a quick mixed drink.

"More than you know," Bones muttered so only Jim heard and gave him a look.

"Right, drink up Cap!" You cheers' with Jim and then both downed what was in your glasses.

"No cheers for the doctor I see," Bones rolled his eyes and you shook your head

"Absolutely not letting you run free! I'm just pouring another drink my dear doctor." You poured a vodka shot and looked at Bones who was regretting speaking up.

"Cheers to that I s'pose!" You and Bones clinked glasses before knocking your heads back. Kirk just looked at you in awe, his eyes looking up in adoration. Bones noticed it first and smiled to himself.

"What's with the puppy eyes, Kirk?" You teased and Jim very slightly blushed. He thought he hid it well but you couldn't help but think about how pretty he looked.

The following week, Kirk was mentally planning when to have that meeting with you, he had two weeks left till they docked. That wasn't that much pressure but he'd been holding in these feelings for nearly 6 years and didn't really know what to do if you didn't see him the same way. Kirk had absolutely no idea how you thought of him, he knew you were friends and maybe a bit flirty from time to time but nothing that couldn't be explained by being close friends. I mean Jim flirted with everyone, he was an Aries through and through so it didn't surprise him that regardless of gender he was going to be a bit playful. But with you, he had actual physical reactions and it was like being a teenager with a pathetic crush. You gave him butterflies, you made him nervous blush and hide his face and pretend he hadn't noticed your hand on his arm.

Kirk couldn't help but believe you knew what you were doing but it seemed so unlikely because you were so confident, you were afraid to tell someone how you felt. Why would you keep your feelings towards him hidden if they were there?

"Y/n, you've been asked to the Captain's quarters," Nyota told you with a friendly smile.

"Oh lordy, what kind of going away malarkey has been prepared, I wonder." You grinned at your friend and she raised her eyebrow.

"Oi you, get that mind out of the gutter," you rolled your eyes. "I'm sure it's sweet , he's always been very thoughtful when someone leaves the ship."

"Oh I'm sure it's very personal…" she winked and you covered your mouth so you didn't laugh.

"What merriment have you two clowns got into then?" Bones asked as he walked past with some new equipment he'd been testing.

"You have to be nice to me, Bones. Leaving orders say so," you narrowed your eyes at him, he stopped

"Oh is that so, Sunshine?" He raised an eyebrow "And on whose authority is that?"

"The Captains of course, I've been summoned to his quarters for what I can only hope is an attempt to celebrate my leaving without sounding too excited," you laughed and Bones said nothing.

"Cat got your tongue?" Nyota asked Bones, folding her arms with a smile.

"Oh not at all, I'm just holding it so I don't gossip like some old woman." Bones raised an eyebrow and you looked at him, puzzled.

"Well what does that mean then?" You paused and he said nothing "Bones? What are you talking about?"

"I mean if I can get in on some gossip where Bones is involved then I'm all ears." Nyota let one side of her mouth turn up.

"You two are out for trouble, look it's not my secret to tell so you'll just have to find out eventually yourselves." Bones gave Nyota a knowing look and you looked between the two of them till Bones looked away.

"Well what the hell was that?" You exclaimed looking at Nyota.

"Well now I know you have to go and see Kirk right this second," Nyota leant against the corridor wall and had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.

"You," you pointed at Nyota, "you are a troublemaker." You laughed and headed off in the direction of Kirk's quarters.

You had no idea what Bones was on about but deep down you hoped. You'd been pining after Jim for so long it felt like an age, you had known each other for so long that you really didn't think there was any way Jim could've gone this long without revealing his feelings. You got drunk together so often and had never even kissed, he'd never revealed any secrets about his feelings whilst inebriated. Being realistic if Kirk hadn't revealed his feelings whilst being drunk it was unlikely he had those thoughts in his head, he was so easy to get secrets out of when drunk. But you couldn't help thinking about the weird interaction between the three of you a minute ago, what did they know that you didn't?

You knocked three times of Jims door and held the sides of your skirt with your thumbs pressing against your fingers through the fabric. It was so damn frustrating how nervous you were when you could just be walking into a normal and civil meeting. Getting your hopes up was a dangerous activity especially when it came to heartbreakers like Jim Kirk.

"Y/n!" Jim exclaimed, opening the door with a big smile, he stood back and let you step in.

"To what do I owe the pleasure." You looked around the room you'd been in often and considered that you might never see it again.

"Come sit," he gestured to the sofa with a bottle of wine on the table and two glasses. "Your departure has made me think about a lot of things." As you sat down Jim began pouring.

"What kind of things Kirk?" You narrowed your eyes.

"It's hard to determine, I mean definitely thinking of the past" Kirk carried on for a while, talking in what you would call filler but you weren't listening. He looked so fucking pretty, his eyebrows moving every now and then, his hair a bit ruffled after he had got changed. Jim was so so pretty and you didn't know how to focus on anything else, watching his lips move you just wanted to shut him up and kiss him.

"Y/n?" You snapped out of it "Do you know what I mean?" Kirk asked and you had to think for a moment about what would be a neutral reply so a question you hadn't heard any of.

"....yes?" You said in a curious tone and Jim laughed.

"You weren't listening were you," he smiled and you giggled.

"Not my fault you look so pretty," you mumbled into your glass as you took a drink, you thought it was quiet enough but Jim had heard and he almost choked on the wine in his own mouth.

"Was that a compliment I just heard?" Jim tried to play it cool but his voice cracked on the last word and you burst out laughing.

"Okay well now you deserve no explanation if you can't even get through puberty properly." You smiled at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"Well I'm not the one who thinks I'm pretty, am I. Hmm?" Jim teased.

"Well, I'M not the one who can't speak without sounding like a pre-teen." You shot back, jokingly narrowing your eyes at him.

"You're a little shit, you know that?" Jim asked, placing his glass down.

"Well you won't have to put up with it for too much longer will you," you joked and a silence fell between the both of you, joking like this had made Kirk forget about that fact "Are you okay, Kirk?"

You looked deep into his eyes and it took all his willpower not to take your face in his hands and kiss you. Instead he stood up and walked around the room, hands on his hips he sighed.

"Well now I know you're not alright," you paused and stood up, there was a distance between you both and you were slowly closing it down "What's wrong?" You asked at almost a whisper.

Kirk turned around and you were only a few steps away from him, his eyes were unreadable but looked deep into yours. He closed off the gap between the two of you and took you into a deep hug, you were caught off guard but didn't stop him. Instead you wrapped your arms around him just as tightly and leant your head on his shoulder. Closing your eyes the moment felt like forever and you didn't want to let go because it would mean you leaving him was something real. Kirk's hand went up to the back of your neck and slowly stroked your hair. The affectionate action could have made you cry if you weren't so determined to not reveal to him how you felt.

"There's something I need to tell you, Y/n." Kirk said near your ear and you drew apart, still holding onto his arms

"What is it?" You looked into his eyes and tried to read them, glancing down at his lips you bit the inside of his cheek.

"I've loved you ever since I've known you, Y/n. I can't help it and- and I've tried to show it but fuck, you won't let me. I can't think straight when you're around me and I've been pining after you for so long it doesn't even feel real that you're leaving now," Kirk's eyes held so much emotion you feared you might fall into them. How…how was this real?

The silence had been considerable now and you didn't know what to do, your mouth slightly open and staring into his eyes. You couldn't find the words so you just hugged him again, closer than before. Jim held the back of your head, scared you'd slip away forever. You mumbled something against his shoulder and he perked up.

"What was that?" He whispered and you turned your head to lay your cheek on his shoulder.

"I can't believe this has happened, I- fuck. I wasn't expecting it," You whispered and it made Kirk so anxious that he just held you until you'd eventually slip away.

"You can leave whenever you want," Kirk told you and you really did feel like you could but you didn't want to. Kirk may have been holding you but only because you allowed it to be so.

"What if I don't want to?" You asked, slightly pulling away from his shoulder and looking into his eyes with a smile.

"What?" Jim whispered, not believing what you were saying.

"What if I don't think what you're saying is crazy," you let your hands run down his arms till you were holding his hands "I don't know what you know about how I feel o-or how I…" you trailed off trying to find your words "But my feelings aren't so far from yours."

"You're making me fucking hope for something now," Kirk grinned.

"Oh shut up, talk like the normal Jim, please. I'm not used to you being all soppy." You teased, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek.

"You mean say something like how fucking highschool this all is?" Jim gripped your hands before looking down at your lips and back to your eyes.

"I mean I'm not surprised you come neatly packaged up with some drama." You raised an eyebrow and he just rolled his eyes.

"Oh do shut up," he let go of your hands and put them on either side of your face before leaning forward and kissing you.

You rested your hands on his forearms, leaning into the kiss as a warmth spread into your stomach. It was almost unbelievable that this morning neither of you knew how the other really felt and honestly you found it extremely endearing how honest Jim was.

"All the planets, places and people to see but all I wanted was you," Jim whispered when you drew apart and leant your foreheads together. You smiled and looked at him, he looked so lovely, all happy and pink cheeked.

"You're so pretty," you paused and he laughed "No I mean it, just so pretty." You trailed off and looked into his eyes, you could only imagine what they would look like in between your thighs…

"Someone's getting distracted by a thought, you've got that glazed over look." Jim narrowed his eyes.

"Ohhhh, nothing…" you turned around and pulled his hand with you "Just how much prettier you'd look going down on me. You know, nothing that exciting." You sat down on the sofa and held your wine in your hand as you crossed your legs. Bringing the glass to your mouth you raised an eyebrow and Kirk ran his tongue along his top set of teeth, thinking.

"I mean I can't say what it would look like from your point of view, but seeing you like that would be angelic," he walked towards you and knelt down Infront of you.

"Guess you'll just have to prove it won't you," You were teasing him now but Jim didn't seem to mind.

Jim was running his hands up your thighs until he met the hem of your dress, moving his hands inwards till they met the crossover of your legs.

"We could test your theory, you know, for research." He gave you a shit eating grin and you uncrossed your legs, leaning down to be face to face with him.

"Come on then pretty boy, prove your worth to me." You whispered and he looked so damn excited he could burst, you always suspected Kirk had a submissive streak.

#jim kirk imagine #jim kirk imagines #jim kirk x reader #james t kirk x reader #james t kirk #jim kirk #star trek fic #star trek fanfic #jim kirk alternative reality #star trek alternative reality

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mana-jjk · 5 months ago

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spoilers for freaky (2020), slight spoilers for jjk characters?

tw: death mention, serial killer movie xoxo, there is blood and murder but this is also jjk so side eye, and bullying of course because it’s yuuta idk

watched freaky last night because i'm in love with kathryn newton and physically could not stop thinking about yet another inuokko au

nerdy okkotsu yuuta in the festival planning committee who everyone walks all over because he learned to defend himself.

his only close friend is his childhood friend rika and his more recent friend, maki, who he met after she yelled at a group of students trying to offload their work on him, then proceeded to yell at him for not standing up for himself, then yelled at the bystanders staring at them

he isn’t the most popular at school, with students like kashimo constantly ribbing on him, and teachers like naoya (my favorite person to be on the chopping block) always doing his best to publicly humiliate him.

his home life isn’t the worst after moving in with his new guardian, gojo, even if he enjoys telling him to do inane and strange things like joining him to do food runs at 3 in the morning or going to a musical on a festival yet not even removing his sunglasses. yet he can’t help but to feel a strong obligation to the man who took him and his sister in. it’s no small feat to take in the teenaged orphan, several times removed, cousins in on such short notice. that’s why whenever someone asks him about his next steps after graduation, it isn’t something he can easily answer.

just like he can’t really honestly answer why he joined the festival planning committee, specifically when it comes to explaining why he hangs around the garden area, has been caught staring at maki’s friend group several times, and why he’s always taking as much work as possible.

while he may be a lowly base volunteer, there’s always a chance to interact with the quiet and kind student secretary of the committee, inumaki toge.

his crush on the violet eyed boy is an open secret, especially between his friends who are always trying to convince him to say something. yet the most courage he could ever summon was slipping a poem in his shoe locker then proceeding to avoid eye contact yet still sneak glances in their english class. it’s a little too easy to convince himself that the one time they made eye contact and toge smiled, it wasn’t directed at him.

of course that changed when a serial killer stabbed him in the shoulder and the next day he woke up in an abandoned building surrounded by jars filled with brains and an excessive amount of dismembered body parts.

he screamed a little. maybe a lot.

navigating life in the body of kenjaku, even for a few hours, is the most distressing experience of his life, and he did in fact cry a little when megumi’s dogs tried to bite his face off and nobara threw a cup of boba at his face.

meanwhile, kenjaku in yuuta’s body has attempted to stab his sister (and was intercepted by gojo who had an alarming lack of concern), stole gojo’s leather jacket and practically burned yuuta’s sweater vests, brushed off both maki and rika despite the respective threats and confusion respectively, flirted with toge in the middle of class while ignoring utahime’s incredulous face, and may or may not be behind the disappearance of more than one student and teacher.

after scaring the crap out of rika and maki, and also getting the crap beaten out of him, the real yuuta hesitantly agrees to get yuuji, who’s guardian is an officer (nanananamin lol), nobara who was with her girlfriend by default, and megumi (who they didn’t want to leave out), and panda (who knew where kenjaku and the other committee members were), in on what was happening.

thus the shenanigans of the movie ensue, featuring:

• yuuta kind of admiring how kenjaku styled his body but being a little mortified too

• gojo talking to yuuta through a changing room door (100% fucking with him) while he’s hiding from the police

• yuuta and kenjaku trying to convince toge that they’re the real yuuta while toge is slowly backing out of the room

• “I Am Not Yours” poem scene that yuuta memorized because he’s a simp “I am not yours, not lost in you. Not lost, although I long to be.”

• kenjaku tied up in nobara’s apartment - “why is yuuta tied up in our kitchen chair?” “…i’m straight.” “you are a lot of things but straight is not one of them.”

• “let’s kiss when my hand isn’t bigger than your face.”

•yuuta finally growing a backbone and getting his man

idk just see my vision y’all and agree with me immediately

#inumaki toge #inuokko #yuuta okkotsu #jujutsu kaisen #ottoge #jjk spoilers #watch it then agree with me loudly #i do not take constructive criticism

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the-light-finds-its-way · 5 months ago

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A most sincere thanks to everyone

So I mean this for both this blog as well as those who are on my main @dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth

I wouldn't have fucking made it through 2024 without any of you.

TW for a very long post below the cut involving mentions of suicide (not regarding me, but others), lots of general death, and abuse.

For those who didn't know me from the beginning of '24, this day last year I was sobbing as I waited to hear if my mother was alive or not.

Back during the summer of '23, my mother was having back pains and got an xray done. 2 days later she received a call saying the xray showed she had a calcified heart valve. Thus began her journey to schedule open heart surgery and get a valve replacement.

But that Thanksgiving, she suffered a sudden heart attack. I was panicked, terrified, worried sick as hell.

She came home from the hospital the next day, and thus began a very long spiral of hell which became the absolute worst fucking year of my life.

A few days before Christmas, my mother went in for the valve replacement. When she got up, the surgery was successful. But on Christmas day her heart stopped entirely and she almost died.

I was broken. My mother has been my biggest and often sole supporter in my life. She's the only person in my house who helps me medically and mentally, who advocates for me mentally and physically even against my own father, she's been my biggest and greatest ally.

And I almost lost her.

I felt like my life was over because I couldn't bear to live with my horrible father alone, no mother there to help keep his ass in place.

When my mother got the pacemaker in, she was in the hospital a few more days but home for New Year's Eve.

Then she was out by 9:30pm and being rushed to the hospital again. This time she got airlifted to another hospital and endured more surgery.

Several more surgeries in just a 3-day span.

The first day of 2024 I was fucking lost and terrified. I had no idea or way of knowing if she was alive. But that same exact day? I was supposed to go into work until someone I live with asked to borrow my phone. And they didn't say why, I just knew they were distraught as hell, and their phone was taken by police.

That wasn't like this person at all. I had no clue what was happening.

I didn't see them at all that day, really. Turned out that person's partner at the time had been arrested for some VERY abhorrent shit that deserves to have the idiot imprisoned for life.

I didn't get my phone back until later that day and so I never got to call into work and let them know I couldn't come in because I was trying to keep this individual ok and myself ok and I was sick to my stomach about the fact that I had no way to know if my mother was alive or not.

By 11:30pm that night, a good friend of mine had been on a rooftop and turned off his phone after saying he didn't want to be here anymore. I called the hotline, and the guy didn't take any action despite me giving him a huge breakdown of days and actions taken on those days and things that had been said on those days. This friend had a huge history of wanting to end himself but because I had nothing recorded for the last month, the hotline kept refusing to take action until I outright BEGGED them. I ended up having to call the police in this friend's town many states away, half the damn continent away.

Said friend lived.

But I was incredibly fucking distressed because when I called the hotline? They thought I was the person who used my phone earlier in the day.

That person I lived with was about to end themselves earlier, my mother was very possibly gone, and a friend of mine nearly ended himself for certain this time.

And a few days later, I was fired from my job after they cut me down from 5 days a week to just 1 or 2 on limited hour shifts.

So my father became a fucking abusive monster who would not give me any phone or internet access at all until I got a job. But I couldn't get a job without either of those, and my world felt so incredibly small. I felt hopeless to say the very least. I lost contact with all friends and outside help.

I couldn't get any help.

And I got ready to actually run away in the middle of the night to my friend's place to live with her without ever letting my house know, all because I couldn't mentally handle living here anymore.

Eventually I was turned down for that because said friend's mother got injured and the family ran into many major issues.

Thusly, I figured out ways around the wifi blocks at least. My technological skills alongside many open-source projects and secondary devices allowed me back doors to gain what I had lost and made it absolutely hopeless for my father to keep my internet off in any capacity.

And through the friends I had, that one friend who almost ended himself?

It turned out, when a very close mutual was talking to him with a licensed psychologist in the car and he didn't know, he was toying with a gun and manipulated our friend saying he was just doing all this for attention. Everything he did, all the "attempts", he openly admitted word for word were just him trying to get attention, several times, because he wanted her to be his girlfriend.

He wound up in inpatient for 2 weeks, and I haven't spoken to him since March. I can't forgive him. I never will. The fact that I endured the worst day and night of my life and that the majority of it was due to him just wanting fucking attention and I legitimately thought I would lose him and 2 others close to me all in one day?

I am glad to say I haven't spoken to him since March, and I've blocked all forms of contact. I won't hear from him again, nor will he hear from me. As it should be.

But the following 6 months were spent with me helping my mother full time to recover. Many more trips to the hospital ensued, and several mornings I even had to drive her in for various things just to stay the day or 2 days.

But as things went on, I had no job still. I became disabled and lost my insurance several times over. I was starving without much food at all to eat. Many days I literally had nothing but ingredients that couldn't make a meal, such as a few sauces and some spices but no actual food.

And it was you guys who helped me TREMENDOUSLY in this regard.

You folks paid for commissions from me which funded my meals and medication. You bought my artworks and gave me money for gas to go get food, or have food delivered.

One kind stranger from the other end of the country even paid for a bunch of groceries for me and had them ready for pickup at my local Walmart because she'd been in the same position herself years ago.

I struggled. A lot. I really did, and I did go hungry on a few occasions.

But I made it.

Midway through the year, I got a part-time job, and my mother was finally home to stay.

And needless to say, I'm far better off now than I was before. I've not gone hungry once since then. I'm now on medication that has virtually eliminated my arthritis pain after 15 years of suffering and not walking at all only limping.

I can walk.

That's right. I had to teach myself how to walk, at 24 years old, and damn it was weird. One leg was stronger than the other, and just the movements? Awkward.

I actually attended a ton of Renaissance faires to get myself motivated to learn how to walk. Those places can be intense with many miles gone in just a few hours. Limited seating so I was made to stand and strengthen my legs. Plus when you add heavy plate armor on top of everything? Yeah it gets pretty intense lol, but gives a ton of strength. It's like carrying cool body weights that are decorative!!

And as my physical health improved with my pain gone?

I no longer needed my mental health medications.

I'd been on pysch meds since midway through high school, but I graduated 7 years ago. Not a day passed where I wasn't a depressed and stressed hot fucking disaster.

It's been about 10 months without mental health meds because I have concluded with my doctors' assistance that I no longer need them.

I actually look forward to most days now, and being happy to experience them. I hardly take depression naps, my nightmares and night terrors which were a nightly issue for a decade have virtually halted save for the stressful nights.

And I'm well for once.

Thanks to the help you all provided me through the last year with kindness, supportive words, lending an ear to hear my worries and hate, giving financially, and just generally being here for me.

I'd literally not have made it through the year without all of you. :)

You're truly the greatest people I could have ever hoped to know. I'm eternally grateful for each and every one of you in ways you'll never know.

I owe you all EVERYTHING! And I mean that.

So in the new year to come, I want you all to know I'm rooting for each of you. I'm here to offer kindness and love if you need or want it. And I'm hoping all of you have the most wonderful year ever to come.

You never know where things will lead whether for better or worse, but time goes ever onward regardless.

This, too, shall pass.

And we will endure this journey together. :)

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wellpresseddaisy · 21 days ago

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Use Any Means pt 14

Cadw sat heavily in the big chair behind the massive desk, propped his head in his hands, and let the horror of the day wash over him. What had he got himself into? What had been concealed from Andromeda, aside from near everything about the boy now in his charge? He’d been treated unforgiveably by the magical world for some time, but the more personal slights and injuries…he’d no idea how the child continued to function. How could a child grow up hated and have any kind of positive or even functioning self-esteem? Any sense of the worth of his own life?

And he was a child still. The family magic made that thoroughly clear the moment that connection with him slammed home. He’d have picked up on Harry in any case, but the way he felt… Seeing him next to his friends certainly thumped it into one’s reality. They both felt like adulthood lurked just about the corner. Harry simply didn’t and it sent all his protective instincts raging. Why hardly mattered in the here and now. It changed his whole approach to Harry. If he hadn’t noticed…

If he hadn’t noticed, then he’d likely have mucked everything up. He’d have treated Harry as more of a nascent adult than the boy would be capable of handling and Harry would never feel safe or comfortable with him. If there was one thing he’d learned raising his younger siblings, it was that children needed to feel safe and attached. He wouldn’t need the kind of very physical care a young child did, but he would, very likely, need more supervision and attention than he'd ever had before.

He’d have to tread carefully, but he could plan from here. Children needed different handling, gentler for a start. A child like Harry, who apparently had been handled terribly from infancy would require even gentler handling still. Oh, not letting him run loose as he had without anyone caring enough to stop him. Firm, consistent boundaries, established immediately were the answer. Harry would resent him, at least at the beginning. He knew this. He knew all of it from having to take over immediately from his own parents and older brothers when they were killed. His sister had more or less destruction tested his resolve and his love for months. It was only now, as adults, that she’d told him any of what it was like without him there, how the house had been while he studied at Oxford. He had a sinking feeling that some things may have been worse for Harry.

Cadw considered the next few months and groaned. Some of what he’d heard today finally made sense of his usual end of June wobbliness. The anxiety building and building from Easter on, ending in at least one day of flat panic never had made sense to him, hitting as it had seemingly out of nowhere. In nineteen-ninety-two. He’d invaded the sanctuary of the day room to ask a few pointed questions after seeing the scarring on Harry’s hand. Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley were surprisingly forthcoming regarding their yearly exploits. As Miss Granger explained, her parents knew everything anyway and she didn’t think he’d want to distress Mrs. Weasley by passing most of it on, so it only seemed fair to give him the information he wanted.

Bright girl, that one, and utterly devoid of shame when it came to helping her best friend.

Giving in to impulse, he rose and went to the Floo niche. A few feet above the fire, it allowed him to make a call without crouching on the hearth. He pulled a chair over, tossed Floo powder into the embers banked there and called,

“The Aerie, Wales. Caro.”

His sister answered allmost immediately.

“Everything all right?”

Her voice had his shoulders relaxing for something like the first time since he’d stepped foot in England.

“You weren’t asleep, were you?” The mantle clock showed ten.

“I thought you might need to talk tonight.”

Simple, direct. She always spoke directly with him.

“I’m doubting myself tonight.” He couldn’t quite keep the despairing note from his voice.

“Over?”

He heard a chair shift about on her side of the connection as she settled in while he tried to formulate an answer.

“Look, I have a lovely cup of tea and all the time in the world for you. We can go all night if we need to, and if you need me I can be there in a few hours. Even if you say you don’t, I may turn up anyway.”

Cadw sighed, vaguely regretting his impulsive call. She would simply turn up on the doorstep at a thoroughly unsociable hour and harass him in person.

“I should never have sent you off to non-magical Oxford. We all should have run screaming the minute you said Psychology.”

“Mm,” she sipped tea. “And I can smell dragon dung from miles away. Especially from you.”

“I don’t know if I have it in me to deal with both a child ripped away from his Paterfamilias twice and the wretched political mess I’ve landed myself in the middle of.”

“Twice?” He could hear her sit up and the sharp note of interest in her voice.

“If Sirius didn’t have something to do with siring the child, then I’ll eat my Master’s thesis. Adoption, my foot. Harry was his just as much as he was James and Lily Potter’s. He looks—”

“Everyone says exactly like his father.”

“Only if James Potter lost several inches in height and a good bit of weight, developed the Black family facial structure, and had ear surgery. The Potter hair is there, I’ll grant you that, and his glasses are completely awful, but he’s a Black. And likely some Prewett in the mix. His best friend is a Weasley, but his mother is a Prewett and he carries the line. It’s subtle, but it’s there.” Cadw wished he’d thought to ask for a tea tray before locking up for the night. “This is going to sound completely mad, but he still…the family magic is insisting that he isn’t as near adulthood as his age would imply.”

“Mm,” she hummed. “Bad childhood? Do you know anything about that?”

“Neglect, definitely. The contents of his trunk had Mrs. Harris looking incredibly grim and the maid sniffling. He’s had to do for himself in most ways, it sounds like. Mrs. Weasley tries to be there for him, and so have other friends’ parents, but I got the impression that he…well, he doesn’t particularly trust adults.”

“I’ll make him a badge.” Caro laughed drily. “We can have a fort in the garden.”

“I know that he was housed by his mother’s people and that the Weasley boy he’s friends with looks grim every time he thinks about it. I also know he hasn’t had any kind of reasonable support by most of the adults in his life, at home or at school. I got a bit more from his friends this evening, mostly about their school experience. They couldn’t keep it back any longer, I think, and I’m someone who can actually do something about it.”

“Which, even if Hogwarts has had some positives for him, you are viewing in the worst possible light because you hate boarding schools on principle, especially for children under fifteen.” She sounded amused.

“Children ought to be kept at home.” He couldn’t help sounding short. “I have no problem with day schools and we have the means to make every school a day one. There isn’t any reason for an eleven-year-old, or, god forbid, an eight-year-old to be away from home all term time with dodgy supervision.”

“And both the child and everything you’ve heard about his life…wait a…why are his friends telling you?”

“Harry is currently passed out in the nursery sick room, which we are very delicately not calling the nursery anything, and has been passed out since this afternoon, roughly two minutes after putting him into the carriage at Gringotts. It is, apparently, something he does at the end of each appalling year he’s been at school. Exhaustion, yearly, and no one thought it concerning.” Cadw felt like spitting tacks. He knew the spell for it, in any case.

“You are going to go through that school like salts through a goose,” Caro murmured.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he snapped. “Geese don’t eat salts and you certainly cannot force a goose to eat anything it does not wish to eat.”

“Why don’t…are you certain you don’t want me to come just yet?”

“Not just yet, please. I’d like to give Harry a chance to come down from his yearly brush with death and I will explain that before I inflict the wider family on him. He’s…I got the distinct impression that he’s trying very hard not to be…fragile.”

Caro groaned. “And we know how that goes. You can absolutely tell me to bog off, but could you tell me everything from today from entering England? I have a feeling it’s important.”

“They held me up at the border, for one. I had to get the Welsh government involved to get through, and it wasn’t just what happened when Father and Mother and our brothers were killed. Someone very much did not want me taking custody of Harry. I was late getting to the bank; he’d already taken the ring and…I honestly have no idea what happened there. I walked in to the room and there was Harry on the floor, all over blood, with his friends and Mrs. Weasley who was in the middle of a valiant attempt to clean him up. Something about the scar and his forehead and a screaming phantasm. I’m hoping to get a bit more from Gringotts tomorrow.” He paused, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Well, that’s certainly an introduction.” Caro sounded entirely too entertained. “What did you do?”

“Sounded like an utter idiot. I said something like ‘I’ll be beating them off with sticks in a few years’ before I pulled myself together.”

Caro spluttered tea, choking on laughter.

“Yes, we can all have a laugh at my expense. Harry then showed that he’d learned manners somewhere, apologized for being unable to get up off the floor, and made introductions as best he could. I got everyone back here as soon as possible. Harry passed out completely on the way. I think his friends��it sounds like it was a thoroughly awful year for everyone at Hogwarts. They…his mother’s people apparently hated both magic and Harry for having it.”

“I had one of those feelings.” Caro sighed deeply. “So he lost his parents and went to family, but family who very much didn’t want him. That’s…that is going to be an unholy mess to sort through.”

“It gets even better.” He couldn’t help the sarcasm. “The utter mess I became very June? That was the family magic going very thoroughly bonkers because the child nearly died every year from eleven on. His first year was a possessed teacher, his second was a basilisk, the third involved sodding dementors, fourth year had the Tri-Wiz so I got to spend from October on having the wibbles, and last year included a teacher determined to torture him with a Black quill and the Ministry assault course. So you have a child likely desperate to be loved, or at the very least not hated, catapulted into danger after danger and then praised for nearly dying to save everyone else. Or, apparently more recently, marked out as a liar until the truth could no longer be denied and then castigated for not doing enough.”

Caro groaned. “Why are the English such nitwits? All heroic nobility? Just go on a quest to recover a magic comb and have done with it and leave the children to be children.”

“I don’t think we can blame the English only for this one. It’s the perfect storm, isn’t it? And he sorted into the House of heroic nobility and chivalry.”

“Right, can you burn down a stone-built castle, do you think? It’s empty right now, yes? Siege engines at dawn?” The light tone she used faltered at the last. “I have never been happier that you told Hogwarts to bog off when they came knocking.”

Cadw have a short bark of laughter. “I don’t think we need to go that far. I keep getting the urge to go buy every soft toy available, immediately, but I don’t think it would be terribly well received a the moment.”

“Right now? He’d never get near them if the neglect was bad enough. I think it likely there’s a large crate of things with a ‘Not for Harry’ label pasted across the top somewhere in his psyche. Look, just…be your incredibly and horrifically annoying self. You do actually know what you’re doing with children, especially when there was a less than optimal childhood involved. You got us through it intact.”

“Can I do it again, though?”

“That is entirely up to you. If I know you, though, you already have the start of a plan because you’re a mad bastard that way.”

He snorted at that. “Yes, I have. He curled into me when I picked him up. Just…instant trust, Caro.”

“And there’s your heart gone, if it wasn’t already when he summoned his nice manners while all over blood and concussed. You, sir, are a wet mess.”

“Probably, yes. Thank you, Caro. I shouldn’t keep you up any later.”

“Says the sleep obsessed. I should probably warn Harry about all your overbearing ways,” she teased.

“I won’t object if you want to write him. I think he could use as many friendly voices as he can get. And you can commiserate over me sending people to bed and nagging about overshoes.”

“I know where you keep your underclothes and am willing to divulge that information if you bring up overshoes again.”

“You know where I keep my decoy underclothes. Do you think me foolish enough to leave anything like that unguarded? With you and your brothers trying your damndest to get rid of me those first six months? I’m a step ahead, my girl.”

“Ass,” she said, without heat. “If you need me, even if it’s just for moral support, you tell me immediately.”

“I will, you horror. I’ll let you and Ger know when we’d appreciate a visit.”

“And I’ll send Harry a note…and perhaps a very snazzy badge, as well. Just to remind you.”

“You’re a terrible influence. Get some sleep?”

“Yes, you fussbudget. I love you.”

“I love you too, Caro.” They closed the connection at the same time.

Cadw went out of the study and across the hall to the stairs. As he walked up, intent on getting some rest himself, he felt better about the whole mess. Politics could go hang; he had higher priorities.

#hp society/the ton #hp the season au #hp the season/the ton au #use any means #text

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rags-and-riches-for-life · 2 months ago

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Rags and Riches

Chapter 1:

It was all supposed to be normal. It was all supposed to stick to the routine she had scraped out for herself. But a weird, stupid ball had planned otherwise. And she knew she should've stayed outside of that weird, stupid boat that appeared out of thin air. Outside of whatever adventure had manhandled her by the throat.

But with some rushed convincing by an elderly grape and his two friends, she obeyed out of the sheer hope that this little game of theirs would end.…

It didn't.

And now here she was with her three companions; falling from a great height, into what looked like a huge library. Screams from all four passengers erupted from them as they plummeted to the floor.

The three royals occupying the space had just beenin the middle of your run of the mill family discussion. Which also happened to include the hopes of the kingdom's heroes returning sometime soon.

And as fate would have it, that's when the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything, and their carryon -quite literally- dropped onto the scene. The King and his children had enough brains to flee from any thing hurdling toward their direction. So they made quick work of running out of harms way. The same could not be said for the veggies descending from the study room's ceiling.

George had the luck of smashing himself into the base of a very expensive looking heirloom, Sedgwick face planted onto the table and flopped onto a hastily deserted chair, and poor Elliot just went straight into a large bookcase. Causing many volumes of many books to slide down with the bruised and battered cucumber.

The new face however, didn't reach the floor just yet. In her panicked state, she saw a large curtain just close enough to reach and just far enough to hold onto for dear life. Her invisible hands clawed at the looming curtain and managed to get a fistful of it. Her brief breath of relief was cut short when she heard the unmistakeable sound of fabric tearing.

"NO!" she cried out!

That immediately caught the attention of the prince. Alexander raced over to the distressed damsel without hesitation! He didn't miss a beat with sliding over the large table blocking his way, and neither with standing under the dangling stranger.

The threads snapped loose! The girl screamed!

And...

She didn't fall?.

She didn’t fall...

Wasn't there supposed to be a nasty splat afterfalling from a ripped curtain? She was also pretty sure that she was supposed to be on the hard ground, and not in a pair of arms...

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at her surroundings. And what she saw was a face looking down at her. One with blonde hair, a bit of stubble on the chin, and worried eyes.

"Uh. Hi?" she said to the unfamiliar face.

"Are you alright?" he asked. The concern was still on his face. Even though the danger was well under way. This young woman must've been scared out of her mind. And it was only decent if he asked this simple question.

"Ph- Physically or mentally? "Cause I'm not doing too well in either department right now..." she responded point-blankly.

"Ugggh." George sat up with some effort. Looking around for his hat and snatching it off the floor. "You couldn't have picked a better place to land?!"

He was understandably miffed with his royal friends.

"You got that right!!" An even grouchier gourd peeled himself off the toppled chair. "You think that being heroes would give you a friendlier welcome, but NO! We just needed to crash in…. Literally!!"

Sedgwick was right. Sharp bits and pointy pieces of of the obliterated dinghy were scattered all over the King's meeting room. Eloise had to watch her step as she made her way to help an ailing Elliot.

The bruised cucumber rose out of the sea of books like the undead. "Coulda been worse." He gave a grateful nod to the princess helping him up.

"WORSE??!" Sedgwick suddenly gained the strength to storm over to his friend. “What could've been worse than almost breaking everything in my body?!"

"Shut yer yap, Sedge! We made it, didn't we?" The grape dusted himself off and adjusted his glasses. He sighed once he noticed the obvious crack in one of the lens.

All the while the heroes were bickering, their friend was growing bewilderingly confused. But not enough to distract her from the fact that she was still being held. She hesitantly grabbed the young man's attention as if this was an inconvenience for him.

"Um... Sorry, y-you can put me down now...

Alexander was brought back to the present predicament.

"Oh! My apologies." He gingerly lowered the brunette rhubarb down. Her eyes still darting from place to place. Not unlike a cornered animal, he noted.

"That's- uh. That's okay." She cleared her throat and smoothed her dress down. Courtesy of the Pieces-Of-Ate dinner theater. Which led her to wonder how on God's Green Earth she got wrapped up into all this. At first it was another night dealing with crappy customers and cleaning up after messy families. The next, she's…. She didn't know where she was.

“Hey, um… George?"

And she was trying her very best to keep the panic out of her voice. She really did.

It obviously wasn't working.

"Where- I mean, I-I don't know where we- What's going-“

It was almost concerning to see her slowly losing her grip. Bringing on the attention of everyone in the room.

Including a curious Eloise.

"Were you not called with your companions?" she asked the stranger.

"Sorry?" The brunette whirled her head to the young girl. She would notice that the girl looked similar to the man that broke her fall, if she wasn't getting more anxious by the second.

George could plainly see that the princess' softball question wasn't any help to the newbie. "Eloise-" he tried to say. But to no avail.

"You were called by the Help Seeker. Correct? How else would you end up in our Kingdom?" she asks as if this was easy to catch up on. Surely if this lady was with her father's heroes, she was mealt to be here.

"Help Seeker? I'm- I don't think-"

"What she means to say is that we're in the past.” Elliot unwittingly said. Fumbling the bag with all its contents spilling out.

The brunette was on the precipice of believing she lost her mind. She held her hands out to steady her wobbly knees. "I need to sit down."

George caught her before she could faint. The physical and mental impact of this all was catching up to her. And quick.

"Easy, kid! Easy.…” The old grape did his best to keep the tall rhubarb up. The burden being relieved when Elliot quickly dragged a chair for her to sag in.

"What's happening?" she helplessly asked the three men fanning her off.

"I believe I can explain."

A new voice broke through the room. One that demanded attention, but could ease qualms. The rhubarb looked towards a figure that perfectly matched the voice. As did everyone else.

The figure was a jovial looking zucchini. Despite the destuction his meeting room just endured. He stood tall with a decorated overcoat and a powdered wig. As he walked over to the group, he introduced himself to the pale-stricken rhubarb with a disarming smile.

"I am King Horatio. And welcome to Monteria."

And here it is! the first chapter of my fanfiction that I wrote FOREVER ago. I may rewrite it soon. Who knows.

#veggietales #veggie oc #oc x canon #veggietales fanfiction #fanfiction #pwdda #the pirates who don’t do anything #pa grape #larry the cucumber #mr lunt #prince alexander

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pikatrainer99 · 2 years ago

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(SPOILER WARNING! GO WATCH ON NETFLIX FIRST IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS!) So I watched an anime movie called Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop...

...And the male lead, Cherry, is SO AUTISTIC CODED and I relate to him so much!

This is him...first off, the headphones around his neck aren't used AT ALL for listening to music. He uses them SOLELY for blocking out loud noises and to give himself the APPEARANCE of listening to music just so people don't talk to him. I do this often as well, though I do also use mine for music if too much noise gets through. He gets visibly overwhelmed and is quick to put on his headphones when it gets too loud (so am I), like in this scene where Mr. Fujiyama is talking too loud for him.

You can see that he's clearly distressed by this, and when it happens again later, he even TELLS Mr. Fujiyama that he's too loud after he quickly puts his headphones back on. When he meets Smile, he bluntly points out her braces (I watched the sub, and he just stares at her braces and says the word 'braces', I don't know about the dub), which causes Smile to run away since she is self-conscious about her buck teeth and braces. Cherry also doesn't make eye contact as much as a "normal" person would, speaks with a quieter, more monotone voice than the other characters, and talks as little as he possibly can, because he is not good at talking and gets extremely anxious when he has to talk to people he isn't comfortable with. When Smile calls him to find her phone after their phones accidentally get switched, Cherry freezes up and can't speak, he can't even ANSWER the call because of his anxiety, leaving his friends to do it for him. This is just like me, I freeze up in social situations all the time, and I am physically incapable of talking on the phone without freezing up to anyone but my grandma and my mom, my mom has to do all the phone stuff for me because I have panic attacks over making phone calls.

(He's so anxious about the call, just look at him freaking out...he's seriously just like me, I freeze up on the phone too.)

When he has to recite his haiku in front of everyone, he also freezes up and takes several deep breaths before reading it as quickly as possible and then saying that haiku is a WRITTEN art form, and that it shouldn't have to be read out loud, before putting his headphones back on and sitting down, clearly embarrassed...and that's only two situations where he gets anxious. Also, when he's nervous/embarrassed, his WHOLE BODY turns tomato red.

(You can't see it in this image, but he is actually red like this ALL THE WAY DOWN TO HIS FEET!)

Speaking of haiku, Cherry writes haiku in order to better express himself, and it seems to be his special interest, as he is knowledgeable of haiku poets and their work, and lights up when he talks about it in a scene where Mr. Fujiyama recites random haiku to kinda quiz Cherry...? At least, that's how I interpreted that scene, and Cherry was correct in his answers. He keeps a haiku dictionary in his phone case, which makes it look like a brick in comparison to everyone else's, and the dictionary belonged to his dad originally, but, because his dad supports Cherry's love for haiku, he gave it to him. His mom also supports his haiku writing, and even likes all the haiku he posts online, much to his embarrassment. He also uses it to confess to Smile at the end of the movie, while still being incredibly anxious and his whole body still being that same tomato red color, it is a very sweet scene and for me personally, it was cuteness overload. He confessed to her in a very socially awkward way, using his special interest of haiku to recite some he made about her, and I know some people might find it a bit cringe, I thought it was adorable watching him struggle initially, but eventually build up the courage to express his love in the only way he knew how. I relate to this as I have always been much better at expressing myself and communicating through creative writing than actually speaking, I use creative writing to process basically anything...from things that happen in life to my own complicated emotions (I have alexithymia, which is sometimes referred to as emotional blindness, meaning 99% of the time, I have no idea how I'm feeling about anything, and this also extends to not knowing how other people are feeling as well...this is why I watch anime, because the expressions are much easier to read due to the much more expressive character design, particularly the eyes). Creative writing can help me figure out the emotions I'm trying to process, as well as just help me get my point across in a much clearer and easy to understand way...just like how writing haiku helps Cherry understand his feelings and express himself better.

(Look at him, he's trying his best and it's honestly adorable in my opinion.)

We see Cherry grow closer to Smile over the course of the movie, and I personally knew he was comfortable around her when he was finally able to take off his headphones when around her, because I'm very much the same way. If I take off my headphones around someone, it's a sign of trust, security, and affection, and it seems to be the same for Cherry. One day while walking with Smile, she points out that he's not wearing his headphones, and he replies that he doesn't need them anymore. I thought this was adorable and a good way to show that Cherry feels comfortable around Smile.

Throughout the movie he tries to tell her that he's moving away, but is either unable to bring himself to tell her or gets interrupted by someone or something else. Eventually, Smile finds out anyway and is very upset since she wanted to see the fireworks at the festival together with Cherry. Cherry obviously is DISTRAUGHT when Smile sadly continues the walk back home alone with only a "Take care", and as she walks away he tries to reach out one more time, but can't speak anymore and the world gets louder and louder until Cherry finally puts his headphones back on to make it all stop. He holds his hands over his headphones as he sinks to his knees right there where he's standing and completely breaks down shaking and crying...it's like he's having an implosive meltdown...and as someone who has both explosive and implosive meltdowns myself, I can definitely say that my implosive ones do at times resemble Cherry's breakdown in the movie, as I will also hold my hands over my headphones and put more pressure on them, and/or curl into myself or go completely into the fetal position and cry.

(He's trying to reach out, but can't and he's clearly frustrated with himself...)

(And here comes the breakdown...poor Cherry 🥺)

This scene broke me...hearing everything get louder and louder until Cherry put his headphones on and it all went quiet, and then hearing nothing but his cries for the rest of the scene with the volume increasing as it went on...yeah...I felt that to the core...the sensory experiences with the sound design in the movie really made me feel what Cherry was feeling, and it was so relatable too.

I think that's enough now, I've gone on long enough as it is, and even though I jumped around through the movie scenes in this post, I hope you can still understand it okay. This is my first attempt at a headcanon-supportive character analysis (and actually a character analysis in general), so I hope I did alright. I just wanted to express my love for my new comfort character, Cherry, because he's adorable and relatable and I love characters like that. Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop can be found on Netflix. Personally, I think it's really underrated and it's a very sweet slice-of-life movie about two insecure teens and how they spend their summer together. There's nothing TOO heavy in it and I like the characters, the animation, and the color palette is very interesting and fun. All in all, it's an easy one for me to watch, and having a comfort character in it in the form of Cherry just adds to its appeal for me.

I hope you don't mind how different this post is from my usual Pokemon-related stuff, but I just had to make this because I relate to Cherry so, SO much. I'll be back with more Pokemon stuff next time though, so don't worry 😅

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shejustcalledmeafish · 6 months ago

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you know me, you put amnesia on the list and i'm gonna ask for it

Idk why I’m spoiler warning for something no one gives a shit about but us anyway this takes place after the bonkers shit that happened in dark gallifrey three so

It took John a while to realize what had happened. He had far more immediate changes to deal with. With all of time and space in his head, he didn’t notice the absence of his personal history. He was far more concerned with exploring the changes to his body, and exploring them with his new lover, who had all the same knowledge in their head, but had yet to explore any of the universe.

John was delighted to show them everything good about a bit of bravery, and about pleasure on a physical level. On a psychic level, however, John had to admit he was the student. Not that it was hard to complain, not when they fell into each other and something was filled he could have never realized was missing. His lover had missing parts as well, the internal architecture jettisoned by the Master, and he could feel their pleasure at the melding, together being more than they could be alone.

But it couldn’t stay perfect forever. Eventually, with the power of the place they did not discuss fading, he settled into a sort of hybrid state. The time traveling ability remained, which made sense given how often he had traveled through the vortex. But his body became simply human again, if far more durable than before, and his omnipotence faded, at least within the four walls. But his lover’s examination had revealed no signs of further aging. John was both disappointed and relieved. This new form, he could love, it was himself after all. But there was a strange disconnect now from his lover.

It helped when they took on a permanent human form, feeling the same distance, wanting to remain close. John had kept his opinions as to the specifics of that form to himself, his lover was beautiful no matter what form they took, their first meeting had proved that. Although in a few years he would be renegotiating the mustache.

They only had each other after all, so few TARDISes existed now after the Time War, a world John had always existed in, one that his love was surprised to discover. But they made do. They kept hidden from the Doctor, from the Master, from anyone who would care about a rogue TARDIS and TARDIS-lite running about. John didn’t care. There was no one in the universe for him to care about except his lover.

It wasn’t until his lover pointed out to him that humans had a past in the way that TARDISes didn’t that John realized that maybe something had happened. It had been easy to forget given his transformation, but before his lover had changed his body, the Imbomination had tried her best to take his mind.

And she has succeeded. When John sat down and tried to actually think about his past, it was only semantics. He had knowledge of places and times without knowing why or how. As far as he could tell, his episodic memory began when he had first heard of… you know. He’d gone to Braxiatel University, enrolled in Benny’s course to begin a slow seduction of the lovely and knowledgeable archeologist, and then well. Those memories he had in technicolor.

But parents? Old lovers? Friends? He had no clue. All the sexual techniques he’d taught to his lover as soon as they’d escaped, they were in his head divorced from any individual experiences. It was deeply unsettling, and he could see his distress in his lover’s face, their practice in showing human emotions impressive as much as it was only making John feel worse.

He had known it all once, but only now that the power had left him did he know he should have sought it out. But he did the second best thing, or maybe the worst thing. He asked his lover to give him the facts of his life, to try and restore his past to him. It was a mistake.

John knew he hadn’t been a good person. But to have his life laid out of him in this way, like he was watching a film, unable to access what the fuck he had been thinking as he saw himself kill again and again. He knew he wasn’t above violence, and murder. He’d shared that with his lover, and they’d found times and places for it, the benefits of having all of reality.

But there was so much of it in his past, and so much of it for the love of one man. A man he didn’t know existed now. He had never felt that love for this so-called Jack Harkness. All he could see was a pretty face, and hear the words exchanged between them. But this man was key to his history, that much was clear.

He didn’t mean to travel without his lover. But he closed his eyes obvious and opened them again to stare at Jack Harkness’s shocked face. And he glowed in a way John knew he couldn’t have loved before because only his new heritage actually let him see what a living fixed point looked like. Even so, he was exquisite. He knew how he could have loved him.

“John? How did you get in here? Did I hear a TARDIS?” And then they both heard it again as John’s lover followed him, landing at his side and shooting him an exasperated and nervous look. “Who’s this? What’s going on?”

“It’s a long story,” John said. “But you might be able to fill in some of the blanks.” But even as he said it, he doubted his words. What he wanted, even a TARDIS couldn’t give back to him. His past was gone. Devoured. But he felt his lover at his side, their hand coming to rest on his shoulder. What he’d lost didn’t matter. What mattered was what he did now. And Jack Harkness was looking like a very good option for something to do.

#torchwood #my fic #characters not having a real name is cool until you have to write fic about them lmao

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ultramagicalternate · 7 months ago

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ULTRAMagic Interval Chapter 1

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Will was having a fairly pleasant dream that night. He had been whisked away back to his childhood, coming home from the store with a new toy. The world of the dream was incredibly odd and the toy could have only existed in the dream, but Will did not care. He was happy and that was all that mattered. Just as he was about to arrive home and wake up, something changed.

The happy-go-lucky atmosphere was replaced with a foreboding and ominous haze of uncertainty. Will could feel how wrong things had become, the bizarre sensation of not being able to wake up filling him with dread. The wind howled past him, chilling him to the bone as he found himself in a field of cracked ground and dead grass. Turning around, he saw what looked like a ghost in the distance. Its details were too vague to make out at first, but it quickly did not matter as it started to run towards him. Feeling an intense wave of fear overwhelm him, Will ran away as fast as he could.

Running in the dream was easier said than done. No matter how far he ran, the ghost was always on the verge of catching him, on top of the dream having bizarre physics. Screaming and maniacal laughter rang out all around the two, drowning out any call for help Will made. All of it was a truly unbearable experience. Will could feel his legs about to give out, but he kept going. A precipice was upon him and he prepared to jump… only to miss the other ledge and plummet into the abyss below.

Naturally Will was making a great deal of commotion and this was sensed by Kyu. Kyu was a strange, child-sized, alien humanoid. The ribbon-like antenna that sat atop his head of pink hair knew something was wrong. Opening Will’s door startled him when he saw his best friend thrashing about, unable to wake up. He immediately went to Sam’s door, pounding on it as hard as he could.

“SAM! HELP!” He called out.

Opening the door was Samantha Devilfay, Will’s girlfriend. She was still in her pajamas (pajama pants and a T-shirt) and her long, brown hair was quite messy. Sam had also heard the commotion and was just about to go check on Will. “Kyu, what’s going on!?”

“It’s Will. He’s having trouble waking up. Come on!”

Seeing Will in that much distress was a harrowing sight for Sam. “Oh God!” She tried to shake him awake, but it was difficult and ineffective. “Hold on, I got a spell for this!” Sam said an incantation to herself and formed an orb of energy in her hands. Just as she was about to bring it to Will’s head, his arm flew up and knocked it away, ruining her concentration. “No, the spell!”

Kyu groaned in frustration towards the entire situation, but then had an idea. “He’s not going to like this…” What looked like a stinger emerged from the dorsal side of his hand. “But it’s all I can think of.”

“Kyu? What are you doing?” Sam asked, a bit worried.

“This!” Kyu held down Will’s arm and jammed the stinger into it.

The ghost had jumped after Will, not even giving him a break as he fell to his figurative death. Fortunately things changed again, but it was not exactly pleasant. Will felt a sharp, burning sensation in his arm. It then spread all over his body. Unable to take the pain anymore, he was jolted awake.

“OW OW OW!!” Will shouted while trying to catch his breath. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?” It was unclear if he was referring to the dream or the bee sting.

Sam went and hugged Will as tight as she could. “Will! Don’t worry, everything’s alright now…”

“Sam? Sam!” He hugged back just as tight. “It was horrible, Sam. There was… it was… a gh-ghost… there was a ghost and…”

“Easy, Will. Easy,” Kyu said, trying to calm him down. “Take a breath first, ease your nerves, then talk.”

He took a breath, relaxed, and brushed his long, messy brown hair out of his brown eyes. “Guys, a ghost was chasing me and I couldn’t wake up. I think it hijacked my dream…”

Sam looked very concerned. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, that was too vivid to be a coincidence…”

“Well that’s not a good sign…” Kyu said to himself. “I’ll go get Antonio and the others.”

Upon Kyu leaving, Will took a moment to explain the dream to Sam. She was unsure what to make of it, but was sympathetic regardless. The apparent fact that Will could not properly explain what the ghost looked like was a massive roadblock. To say it exacerbated Sam’s concern was an understatement.

Working up his nerves, Will cautiously stuck his head out into the slightly narrow hallway. It was lined with bedroom doors on both sides and silent, as usual. With Sam by his side, he made his way to the stairs on the far side and went downstairs. The two were greeted by the smell of breakfast being prepared. In the kitchen (which lined the interior of the front wall) was Antonio Pari, their close friend and landlord.

“Will! How are you doing? Holding up alright?”

He exhaled. “Alright, Antonio…” Will replied as he sat down on the couch in the living room, opposite the kitchen.

“I’d give you a hug, but I’m in the middle of making breakfast,” Antonio said as he brushed his red hair aside. It was a little messy. “Sam, hug him for me.”

“Will do!” she happily obliged.

“Buster and Olivia woke up late, so they’ll be over in a minute,” Antonio stated. “I also called Randalph, but it sounds like he’ll be late.”

Will nodded. “That’s fine.”

“Was the dream really that bad?”

“Yeah…”

Antonio began setting up food on the dining table, which was out in the open next to the kitchen. “I knew this area was haunted when I bought these houses, but this is a little ridiculous.”

Will nodded again and looked out the living room window. Across the road was Antonio’s house. They all lived out in the countryside atop a great hill, so they were on their own for the most part. Seeing Kyu coming back with Buster and Olivia made Will feel better. They entered the house as he was getting some pancakes and bacon.

“Will!” Buster exclaimed. “Are you alright?” Buster was a plucky journalist with brown hair and purple eyes. There was always something strange about him, but the group could never place it.

“We’re here for you, Will,” Olivia added. She was also a journalist, with natural silver hair in a bob cut and scarlet eyes. Normally she preferred to put on some light makeup in the morning, but this was a bit of an emergency.

Will swallowed his food and drank some orange juice. “Thanks, guys. Don’t worry, I’m doing better now.”

“He’s still a little jittery, but better,” Sam confirmed.

“Alright, Will,” Kyu said as he got his food. “Tell us everything you can about the dream and…” he paused. “Randalph still isn’t here?”

Just as he said that, someone entered the house. “Sorry I’m late, everyone! Tusk and his boys needed some help with an alchemical experiment.”

Randalph went about his usual greetings and then went for some food. He was quite the odd chap as he was essentially a humanoid goat. Randalph looked close enough to a human, but had upwards horns coming from his head, was covered in dark purple fur, and goat ears curved up from the sides of his head. Specifically he was a Goatman from Limbo, albeit his people had long since moved to the Unlight. Of importance was that he was a seasoned alchemist and a good friend of the group.

Once everyone was ready, Will explained his dream in full. “... and then Kyu stung me and woke me up. Ow…”

Randalph stroked his chin. “I see… was there anything else? Did anything happen before you went to bed, perhaps?”

“Well… I did catch a glimpse of Umuka again. You know, that weird black and purple ghost that’s been following me around as of late?”

This was cause for alarm, especially with Olivia. “Will, dear? You’re not going to be fond of this, but I really think you should tell Antares about this.”

Will groaned. “I’d rather not…”

“What’s the matter?” Randalph inquired. “The Liger Brigade is more than equipped to handle a petty ghost. Something like this is a regular Tuesday for the paranormal squad.”

“I haven’t been filing reports like I should…” Will admitted.

Kyu sighed, with the others not being surprised. “I’ll go get your communicator” he said as he went upstairs.

“Will, you really should call Captain Briggs,” Buster reasoned. “If this isn’t an emergency, then you’ll at least get some peace of mind.”

Will knew what was going to happen. “He’s going to reprimand me, I just know it…”

Randalph straightened out his indigo coat. “Will, in the immortal words of Douglas Adams, don’t panic. I’m sure it’ll be fine. And just to be safe with this situation, I’ll go fetch some friends of mine. I’ll be back in a flash, Antonio.”

“Alright then, see you soon,” he replied as Randalph left. “Olivia, be sure to tell your cousin to take it easy on Will,” he requested with a chuckle.

Kyu returned with a compact, cell phone looking device. The cover of it was engraved with the insignia of The Liger Brigade. The brigade themselves were a freelance, military organization that helped keep the world safe, albeit they leaned more into the anomalous and magical threats. Will and Antares were good friends, with the latter drafting the former into the brigade years prior. Antares did not want his friend going into U.S. military service.

Will turned on the communicator and entered a special number that opened up a secure channel. He felt his heart drop when the call was almost instantaneously answered. “Ca-captain Briggs?”

“Private, you’re three reports overdue.”

“I...I know. Antares, this is going to sound really awkward, but I had a bad dream last night…”

Antares did his best to hold back a laugh. “Well normally I’d say this is Ellen’s forte, but I’ll assume it’s pertinent to us given that you contacted me. Private, who are you with right now?”

“Everyone but Randalph.”

“Antares?” said Olivia. “I was the one who suggested the call.”

Antares paused. “I see. So what happened in the dream, Private?”

Will gave him the rundown of everything. Thankfully the others reminded him of Umuka when he nearly forgot to mention him. He then hesitated. “Antares, there’s one more detail to mention, but it relates to file XB-047…”

“That’s not good. Everyone? This is confidential information we need to discuss. Since I trust all of you, do you swear to secrecy on this matter?” Antares waited as everyone accepted. “Alright, go ahead, Private.”

“Now I'm not completely sure about this, but I think the ghost potentially resembled Bethany.”

While Antares took a second to process that, Sam realized something. “Wait, Boyo, did you lie to me?”

“Sorry, Sam. Like he said, this stuff is confidential. To be fair, I wasn’t sure initially…”

“Private?” Antares cut in. “If that’s the case, we’ve potentially got trouble on our hands. I’m not sure what to do right this second, but I’ll open a case for this. Keep me posted and call me with the emergency line if anything else happens, and I mean anything.”

“Roger that, Captain.”

“Very good, Private. And the same goes for all of you. Captain Briggs, over and out.”

Will closed the communicator and took a calming breath. “Well, that went well…”

“So who’s this Bethany person?” Antonio asked, a little worried. “Is she dangerous?”

“Possibly,” Will replied.

“For now, let’s just say she’s an ancestor of Antares and mine,” Olivia elaborated.

Antonio gave a light groan. “I’m starting to regret leaving my demon side back in Inferno…”

“Should we bunker down, maybe?” Buster suggested. “You know, fortify the houses or something similar? Aggressive ghosts are a bit of a new one for me.”

Kyu chuckled. “Well I don’t know how well that would work given that she could walk through walls and whatnot. For now let’s keep our eyes open and don't do anything stupid.”

“No more bee stings?” Will interjected.

“Well it worked, didn’t it?”

Will hesitantly nodded, looking at the slightly red spot on his arm. “Yeah…”

Sam patted him on the back. “Don’t worry, Boyo. I got your back. In fact, I’m going to go tell Ellen while I get dressed, okay?”

“Sure, just keep the Bethany stuff on the down low unless she already knows about it, alright?”

“Of course,” Sam replied as she went up the stairs.

Buster started to head for the front door. “I guess we better go get ready for the day then. Coming, Olivia?”

“Indeed. Don’t worry, Will. Everything is going to be alright, especially now that we have Antares on the case,” she reassured as the two left.

Antonio began cleaning up, moving stuff into the dishwasher. “Don’t fret, Will. I’ll keep you safe no matter what.”

“Thanks, Antonio,” Will said as he got up to stretch.

Kyu’s antennae went wild for a second. “Oh, hello? Just who did Randalph bring with him? Devils? Faustus?”

“You don’t have to knock…” Randalph’s voice said from the other side of the door.

“I’m knocking anyway,” an unfamiliar voice replied.

“Huh, well that’s slightly out of the blue…” Antonio remarked as a knock was heard at the door. “Come on in!” he called out.

Next: Chapter 2

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stuckinuniformdevelopment · 1 year ago

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(Previous) Bert came down from his panic as he learned that, no, Teddy did not just escape a blood sacrifice in a demonic ritual. Still, it pained Bert more than anything to see how beaten down, weary, and scared his dearest friend was. And he was sick of seeing him like this. He sorted out the details in his mind to make the situation clearer for himself. So Teddy is basically their new tailor, he’s making that scumbag’s mitre since Commander Peepers shot it off his head, and once he finishes it, then there’s going to be a big ritual. Okay. That didn’t exactly explain his arm, but Bert could guess that he got thoroughly beaten up. By who and what for? Bert shoved a pile of wires resting on a stool onto the floor and brought it over to Teddy to sit next to him. He desperately wanted to provide comfort, but wasn’t sure how. He thought about maybe following Teddy’s example of physical comfort, the way he gave really nice hugs, but… With how injured he was, hugging him wasn’t a good idea. Plus he was trying to not be overly intimate with him… So Bert awkwardly but gently patted him on the head, and spoke softly. “I’m really sorry it’s been so rough… I wish I could do more to help but it feels like even the slightest move that comes from me would only rock the boat.” Bert leaned his head into his hand. “May I ask who did this? Anyone I know…?”

Teddy allowed himself to decompress as Bert’s gentle pats and soft words brought him back from the verge of tears. Nothing had changed. Yet he allowed himself to enjoy the illusion of safety for a moment.

“This helps,” It still bothered him how Bert’s comfort came at the cost of distressing him but... What could he do? He knew for a fact that he hated being kept in the dark more.

Answering his questions— including those which remained unasked— was the least he could do. He shook his head as he answered the easiest of all with, “Probably not.”

It took a bit for Teddy to compile his thoughts. Eventually he hesitantly said, “...There’s this one Glornist named Thomas I’ve been worried about. He’s just too...”

Teddy paused to sigh. “...Nice. Nice enough that there was only one reason to keep him alive...” Then he kept his eye shut as he rested his head against his good arm.

“Somehow I was still arrogant enough to think that I could save him... Except I put it off because its hard to approach a guy you usually avoid to go,” He scowled and swapped to a sarcastic tone as he grew more agitated.

“Hello! If you don’t either dirty up your act or fake your death you’ll be ritually murdered! Here’s how I, known natural shady creep, can help!”

Teddy glowered at a stray beaker left on the desk. “So I tried to earn his trust first, but that..,” He sighed as he closed his eye. “...only made it worse...”

The air became dead as he recalled how even Thomas, one of the most naïve people he knew, couldn't believe that he had good intentions. “Eventually I just cut to the chase and it, well...” His voice quickened and he started to idly rub his finger against the counter.

“I heard him pray to Grop after I made him cry so I tried to give him contact info for them and urged him to leave but then he showed up Slornday anyways and I didn’t know that Sam and Cyrus were already investigating him for being a Gropist and for a bit I thought they heard everything and Sam was gonna accuse me of being one too and-”

Teddy was forced to stop working himself into a panic just long enough to take a breath and pressed his fist against his forehead to ward off an oncoming headache. “It was just Thomas but I still had to use my backup plan before our meeting came out under torture and they sacrificed me too so I told everyone that I was working with them and claimed that I was trying to set him up so he’d find other Gropists on the ship but I told him about Eve because I found out she became a Gropist after what happened to Dawn when I was in the medbay and I may have sealed her fate too and-”

Another sharp inhale. “But I didn't know that Sam was trying to frame Thomas as an infiltrator taking down the Glornch becausethat'slikewanderbeingaslysndcraftygenius so they got mad that they couldn't use the dramatic presentation they prepared but... I think Thomas bolted before they could start because... he thought I was the evil... mastermind anyways and-”

That was as far as he got before he lost the wind for a long-winded rant. While he was recovering he searched the room as well as he could without lifting his heavy head.

Where was Sherri Jr? Because he could really use the big lug right about now...

#albertbutyoucancallmebert #Thanks Sam #long post

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vxlepop · 2 years ago

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This fiction is for the amazing @someone1348 , they have hit 400 followers! How fucking awesome is that? I'm writing this to celebrate their marvellous achievement, I'm so proud of them <3! We're all so proud of you, K!

A funny matter.

As you know, this is a special fiction for a wonderful friend of mine. We all love our disaster twins. Leo is making jokes, as per usual. But what's that? Did Donnie really find a joke of Leo's funny?

Ler!Leo and lee!Donnie

Warnings: Some swearing. But that's it!

It was a regular day in the lair, well night. The family was sound-asleep. Even April decided to spend the night in the sewers with them, but she got to sleep in her own room that the turtles made for her. You could hear Raph's snoring, it never failed to make Leo laugh.. that's because Leo was awake. Leo quietly snorted hearing his older brother snore. Everyone was asleep apart from him, so he thought.

Donnie too, was awake. Leo as a red-earred slider turtle, only required 5-6 hours of sleep. For which, he already got that sleep. Donnie was working on his battle shell, to make it as good as possible. As many knew, his shell was quite the vulnerable area for the turtle. So in order to protect himself just a little more, he thought making a few upgrades sounded like a good idea. Donnie was careful. He avoided any mutant birds, since he's prey to them. And he'd never fight without his battle shell.

Leo tip-toed into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. It was 4 o'clock.. in the fucking morning. It was a daily routine. He'd get his required sleep, then have a coffee at ungodly hours in the morning. He took a sip of said coffee, before hearing a distressed "fuck's sake!" That was the soft-shell turtle alright. 'What in the pizza supreme hell is he doing up?' Leo thought to himself, before making his way to Donnie's room. Something had to be bothering him.

With being sleep-deprived, Donnie struggled to succeed in inventing new inventions without some sort of fail. He'd make a couple more errors than usual when he didn't get enough sleep. Poor Donnie, he accidentally cut the wrong wire, making him throw a screwdriver across his room. "Oh for fuck's sake!" He cursed. Donnie slammed his elbows into his desk, holding his head into his hand.

"Hey buddy, trouble sleeping?"

"What's with the interrogation, Leo? Everything's fine I said!" Donnie snapped.

"Uh huh, can tell." Leo placed his cup down on Donnie's desk, before sitting on his brother's bed. Leo patted the space beside him, signalling Donnie to sit with him. The older sighed, but got up and sat beside his younger sibling. The older let out a sigh.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Leo offered, but the other shook his head in response. Donnie struggled with his emotions, especially with expressing them or being able to communicate with them. Despite Donnie not being the biggest fan on any physical contact, he rested his head onto his brother's shoulder.

Leo was practically in awe. It wasn't every day you saw Donnie being physically affectionate. It was such the sight. All was silent. Too silent, for Leo's liking. The atmosphere was rather heavy. Leo had to lighten the mood up. But how?

"Hey D. I've done some research on some science jokes–" Leo couldn't even finish his sentence.

" 'Nardo, please don't." Donatello interrupted.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN - THE LEO SMIRK. THE LEONARDO HAMATO SMIRK. The smirk that makes you think, 'oh shit'. The smirk that makes you flush. It's all such a tease. The smirk that makes you realise, he's about to tickle the ever-living-shit out of you.

...

"What do you call an acid with an attitude?"

"... Go ahead, I suppose." Oh dear, how bad was this going to be? He loved his science, but how smart was Leo to be telling a joke about science.

"Amino acid!"

Donnie removed his head from Leo's shoulder as he placed his face into his hands. Donnie thought it was sly, but it wasn't. Everyone knew that it meant Donnie found something funny.

"You're doing it again, hermano~."

"What?"

"When you find something funny."

"... I-I aham not finding anything funny." Well done, D. Super convincing! The almsot-emotionless turtle letting out a snicker? Who, what, when, where, and why? Of course, little did Donnie know, Leo was finding this more amusing than beating his brothers at the lair games.

"Well, maybe I could help with that.." THE TEASE WAS IN HIS VOICE, EVEN DONNIE KNEW HE WOULD HE SCREWED. Donnie looked up, eyes widening when looking up at his brother. Leo was already wiggling his fingers at the soft-shell turtle. With that being said, the soft-shell turtle was gone. He scooted back on his bed. He had nowhere to go. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The red-earred slider turtle scooted closer to the elder.

As a reflex / defence mechanism, Donnie had his arms across his chest in an 'x' form.

"Oh my beloved hermano, I'm gonna getcha! And quite frankly, there's nothing you can do about it~."

"Leo, I will personally murder you in your fucking sle– EHEHEP!" That was it. Leo targeted Donnie's thighs and knees, hoping it would bring his brother's arms down ( for which it did ). Leo kept squeezing at a rapid pace at Donnie's knees as Donnie kicked his legs and tried pushing Leo's hands away with barely any effort.

"I hahahate yohohou so much!"

"Awh, don't be like that. You know you love it. Tickletickletickletickle!"

Donnie threw his head back and kicked some more before Leo targeted Donnie's stomach. The soft-shell turtle's laughter increased in pitch as his giggles became more frantic.

" 'NARDOHOHO, FUCK OHOHOFF!"

"Well, that's not very nice, mister!" Leo put on a fake scowl before lowering his head down to nibble on Donnie's sensitive stomach.

" 'Om nom nom!"

The noises were so stupid that it made Donnie laugh more. Bloody hell, it tickled so much!

"THIHIHIHIHIS ISN'T AHAHAHA FUNNY MAHAHAHATTER, LEHEHEO!"

"It is not? But you sure are finding something funny. You're laughing your shell off! Is someone's cute, wittle twummy that sensitive? Awh." Leo put on a baby voice, making Donnie's face flush a crimson red.

"Is lwittle Donnie bwushing now?" Leo smirked, now gently tickling under his brother's chin.

"Y-You're thehe wohohorst!" Donnie smiled from ear-to-ear, scrunching his shoulders up and flapping his hands ( happy stims ).

Leo noticed, making him smile softly, too. Looks like his job was done. He made a grumpy Donatello into a happy Donatello. Before finishing his attack on his brother, Leo tickled up and down Donnie's arms ( his melt spot ), skittering his fingers around his wrists up to his muscles.

"Ehe! Yohohohou better sleheheep with one eye ohohohohohohopen, Leo!" Donnie pretended he was mad, but he gave up on squirming. His melt spot made him limp to the attack.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You love me really." And with that, Leo stopped his playful assault. Donnie, the poor turtle, was a flushing mess. The sight it was! How often do you see a ticklish Donatello blushing?

Leo layed down as he signalled his brother over by patting his chest. Donnie complied as he crawled over to Leo as he slowly lowered his head down onto the slider's chest. The red-earred smiled, noticing almost immediately his brother was falling asleep. The tickles really had tired him out. Donnie looked peaceful and at ease instead of being stiff and tense. Not even ten minutes later, the soft-shell was softly snoring. Following that, Leo began to fall asleep, just knowing his Donnie was relaxed.

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Hey guys! Again, this fic was for the spectacular @someone1348 for their amazing achievement of reaching 400 followers! We're all so proud of you, K! <3

I have seen other requests you guys have sent me, I am working on them! Please be patient with me, I've got a lot going on at the moment.

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Tags: @someone1348 @sunsetsandsunshine @mythica0 @tastybluesprite @blahhhhhhhohmigosh @alfi-always-writes @anxious-lee @leosmasktails .

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gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley · 3 years ago

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The Boy and The Magpie - Magpie Down (1) [G.W. x Metamorphmagus!Reader]

Summary: George finds himself in the forbidden forest after his broom goes haywire during a rough game of quidditch.

Word count: 1.2k

a/n : i thought of coming up with this series earlier today on the bus lol !!! hopefully i can poop out the next few chapters by the end of the month :D

Metamorphmagus -- a witch or a wizard with the rare magical ability to change their physical appearance through sheer will without having to use a Polyjuice potion or a spell. You were a metamorphmagus, and no one else knew of this except for your lifelong bestfriend and dorm mate, Luna Lovegood. You knew of her idiosyncrasies, so you told her. As expected, she accepted you for who you are. After all, she did see nargles and thestrals. What different would her metamorphmagus best friend be?

It was the day of the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and you were running late. You stood in front of your window and hoisted yourself up onto the windowsill. You pried your window open big enough to squeeze yourself out without raising any suspicion. You quickly transformed yourself into a magpie. The world was now bigger to you. Your window looked like a giant building as the pane towered over your feathery form. Without wasting anymore time, you flew through the tiny gap and into the sky hoping you wouldn’t miss out on any history-making events during that match.

You flew through the sky as your tiny wings flapped as fast as they could. You headed straight for the forbidden forest. You found that flying through the forbidden forest took you to the quidditch pitch faster. Your beady eyes took in the view of the forest that was shrouded in mystery. Since it was daytime, only hippogriffs made themselves known. They were beautiful creatures, really. The centaurs were nowhere in sight, much to your relief. You were suddenly snatched away from your train of thought as a vine reached into the air and imprisoned your tiny body in its tight grip. You yelped in shock.

“What the bloody hell?!” You screamed out in panic. However, to the human ear, you would only sound like a string of chirps blending in with the symphonies of the other birds.

Now, you were stuck in the forbidden forest with no wand, no broom, no nothing. You were stuck with a vine wrapped around you. How bloody lovely. You were going to miss the quidditch game, the only time you ever got to saw the boy you fancied -- George Weasley.

Suddenly, a broom shot erratically through the sky. It went in loop-de-loops, zigzags, circles, any shape possible- you name it. You saw a familiar redhead aboard the wild broom. It was George. And he had crashed a few feet away from you with a loud thud. He groaned and stood up, wincing in pain as his landing wasn’t a really soft one per se.

“Rough game, quidditch.” He laughed to himself.

Taking this as the opportunity to finally break free from your binds, you started to chirp like your life depended on it. Fortunately, George picked up on your distress signal and followed the source of the incessant chirps. A heavy weight was lifted off your chest as George towered over you. He looked pleasantly surprised to discover a magpie, his Patronus, in the woods. It must have been a destined meeting, he probably thought to himself.

“Curious, eh? How did you end up here, little buddy?” George spoke to you in a gentle voice, careful not to scare you off.

Except you weren’t scared. You were relishing in his voice, as a matter of fact. His caramel tones massaged your auditory senses and serenaded you. He gently picked you up from the vines and dusted off the dirt and twigs in your feathers. This felt surreal. You were in George’s hands, being held as if you were as fragile as a snowflake. Suddenly, a sharp sting poked into your side. You had been constricted for quite long, causing your wings to go limp. George took notice of the pain you were in and rubbed your wings gently. He truly had a soft spot for magpies.

“You’ll be alright, little one. Let Georgie take of this.”

George pulled out his wand and waved it.

“Episkey!”

The pain you were once in vanished into thin air. Your heart was going at hundreds of miles per hour. Being in his grasp was intoxicating. You flapped your wings and they were fully functional. You looked behind the boy who held you and saw that the sun was about to set. You decided that if you were in his presence any longer you might turn back into a human and just hug him then and there. So, without a moment to waste, you flew off flustered. You heard his farewells fade off in the distance as he waved to you. This was all too good to be real. Forget the quidditch match, your favourite Beater graced you with his presence and kindness in the forbidden forest.

You flew back to your dorm before curfew. Thankfully, the little gap you left open was still there. You shimmied through and transformed back. You saw Luna in the corner of the room, fascinated by the way your once-avian body transformed into her best friend.

“Lovely!” Luna clapped, still in awe at the spectacle.

“Luna, you’ve seen me do this a million times!” You laughed out. Your best friend’s child-like innocence and curiosity paved its way into your heart. You had a soft spot for her. Who wouldn’t? She was the nicest person in all of Hogwarts. She was too nice, in fact.

You got ready for bed, except you weren’t sleeping at all. You tossed and turned every 5 minutes. Scenarios replayed in your head. You saw George up close. You thought back to his beautiful eyes and the way they looked at you with worry. His face was covered in freckles. His hair was messy, yet it complimented him so well. You squealed into your pillow, still thinking back enchantedly to what had happened a few hours ago in the forbidden forest. Did he slip a love potion into your breakfast? You sat up, giving in to the fact that you would not be sleeping a wink that night. Boy, did that Weasley hex you?

“Are the nargles at work?” Luna asked. She was also up.

“No-- Luna, I just had the most enchanting encounter with George-”

“Do you fancy him?”

“I shouldn’t have said anything.” You covered your mouth.

You laid back down and pulled your blanket over your flustered face. Your ears turned pink. Were you really in love with George Weasley? You thought back to all the times you caught yourself staring at him in potions, examining the way he did things. You admired the way he chopped up his ingredients and high-fived his twin when their potion turned out successful. You merely watched him from the sidelines, smitten. When did it all start? The beginning of Dumbledore’s Army? You still don’t know.

“Would you like to hear what happened?” You asked Luna.

“Absolutely!”

“So...”

You explained everything to her. You explained everything to her in great detail. You tried to stop yourself from blushing as you had to recount the way George held you in his hands. He spoke to you so gently it melted you. You especially went into great deal how good he looked. You had to stop yourself for a moment before you started to go on and on about how smitten you were with the twin.

“Oh Merlin, you’re in love!” Luna cooed, ruffling your hair.

“I feel so confused!”

“It’s okay, Y/N. Nargles fall in love too.”

[GIFs not by me]

#george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #george weasley #george weasley oneshot #harry potter #harry potter oneshot #harry potter imagine

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