#she'd definitely have grown to put her family first

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I think every day about how much katarina loved all of her family (like, sure, she worshipped her dad, he was her hero she wanted to be him but she loved all of them) and how easy it'd have been for them to use her as the most effective, undyingly loyal tool, hadn't marcus chosen to punish her arrogance with death

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In Bloom

Chapter One

Max wasn't like other Hogwarts students. He was having to live with the terrible things his father had done. Everybody expected him to turn out like his father, but he was the furthest thing from. He just needed two people to see that

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Max Verstappen could still remember the dread he felt as he stepped up to the sorting hat at just eleven years old. Everybody avoided him on the train, and he'd waited at the back of the queue to be sorted.

Not Slytherin, he thought as he climbed those stairs. Anything but Slytherin.

It came as no surprise that he was sorted into Slytherin. His entire family had been, and he was no different. 'There wasn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin,' he'd heard somebody say before the sorting.

But even Slytherin didn't want him. He went to sit down and everybody shuffled away from him, giving him plenty of space. Even in his newfound house, even with the people that were supposed to be like his family, as professor Vettel had said, he felt alone.

Unable to look past his own dread, Max had failed to notice something. He failed to notice the boy with his hair covering his forehead and eyes, definitely impairing his vision. Even when the boys name was called, Max didn't notice.

He shouldn't have been surprised to hear the name 'Leclerc Charles' called. He was the boy that had defeated his father, after all. The whispers began as soon as his name was called. Gryffindor, his new house, cheered as he ran to join them. The same thing happened for Max just moments later, but without the cheering. They were like mythical creatures to the other students in the hall. Well, Charles was. Max was more like a circus freak.

First year for Max Verstappen was incredibly lonely. All anybody wanted to talk to him about was his father. They were all questions he couldn't answer because he didn't know his father. He had been destroyed when Max was only a year old.

Flying lessons were Max's favourite. He'd grown up watching Quidditch with his mother, even playing it sometimes. She'd played it for her entire life, up until she met Jos. It was in Max's blood. Max was determined to show Professor Button just what he could do to be put on the Slytherin team. No first year had ever made it onto the team before, he was determined to be the first.

Max tried to act shocked when Professor Button went to Professor Alonso, the head of Slytherin house, and begged him to put Max on the Qudditch team. "He's the best thing this schools ever seen!" Professor Button insisted.

Professor Alonso gave him a trial period. One match to prove he could keep up with the older kids on the team. For Max Verstappen, it was the easiest thing in the world.

This was the stuff of legend in Hogwarts. But it was overshadowed by Charles Leclerc and his idiot friends.

Max didn't know what happened to Charles, Esteban and Pierre under the school. It was all speculation and rumours. Nobody know whether they fought a dragon or found the legendary philosophers stone. Only Professor Schumacher knew that. Professor Schumacher and Charles.

Max heard all of the rumours. He ignored them as best he could. But there was one rumour that he couldn't shake. "Someone said that it was your dad Charles was fighting under the school," said Nikita, a fellow Sytherin and a massive dickhead. "Said he killed him, again."

Max couldn't stop his reaction. He leapt out of his seat in the common room and swung his fist at Nikita, hitting him square in the jaw. Nikita stumbled back, holding his jaw. Shock played on his face, but it soon turned into a smile. "You're going to regret," he started. "Didn't you know my father is close, personal friends with the minister?"

"I didn't ask, Nikita," Max spat as he walked away, leaving the common room all together.

First year wasn't all bad for Max. No, he made history on the Quidditch team and he made a few friends. Lando and Daniel, two Hufflepuffs with the widest smiles and hearts of gold.

He met Daniel first. He was maybe the first person Max had ever properly gotten along with. He found a kindred spirit in Daniel. He was maybe the funniest person Max had ever met.

Daniel had introduced Max to Lando halfway through their first year. Max had never had that connection with anybody. He finally knew what it was like to have friends, and it felt amazing. For the first time since arriving at the school, Max was himself. He was happy, funny, bubbly. Every joke Max cracked had Daniel folded at the waist, hands on his knees as he laughed.

Their friendship continued into Max and Lando's second year. Daniel was just that little bit older, going into his fourth year.

Second year was the first proper run in that Max had with Charles Leclerc. It had been a shit day for Max, Nikita was being an ass and his potions test scores were less than perfect. He was pissed at himself. His escape was the quidditch pitch. It was supposed to be empty. He could fly around, weaving in and out of the stands and goal hoops as much as he liked.

But he wasn't alone. No, somebody else was opening the box of quidditch supplies. Max hung back, watching to see what Charles did. He watched as Charles tucked the quaffle under his arm and mounted his broom.

He wasn't even on the quidditch team for his house. What was he doing there? But, the more Max watched, the more he understood. He watched as Charles flew around with skill. He did what Max was going to do, weaving around the stands and through the goal hoops, all with the quaffle tucked under his arm. It was no easy accomplishment. Max was thoroughly impressed.

He gave Charles a nod as he mounted his broom and flew around. They stayed away from each other that time, practiced without disturbing one another.

As soon as Max was done, he rushed to Professor Buttons office. He was still in his quidditch robes, his fingers a little frozen as he held his broom. "Professor," he called as he knocked on the door. "Can I talk to you?"

Max would never tell Charles Leclerc that he was the reason he was on the quidditch team. They hadn't spoken two words to each other yet, Max couldn't imagine a time where they'd be that friendly.

In his second year of Quidditch Max proved himself to be better than anyone expected. But, with the addition of Charles to the Gryffindor team, Slytherin finally had some real competition.

But the year wasn't all sparkles and rainbows. Not when the attacks started. Muggleborns being petrified, it was terrifying.

When the chamber of secrets was opened, everybody turned to Max. His father had opened it last time, hadn't he? So it only made sense that he opened it this time.

Those were the first words Charles Leclerc spoke to him. "Did you open the chamber of secrets?"

Mac couldn't hide the shock on his face. "Are you kidding me? Why would I want to attack muggleborns?" One of his best friends was muggleborn, for goodness sake.

But still, Charles wouldn't leave it alone. Things only got worse when Esteban was petrified. Charles cornered Max, demanded he fixed what he had done. All Max could do was express condolences and walk away.

But then Daniel was petrified. "Fuck," Max choked out when Lando told him. He followed him to the hospital wing and rushed straight to Daniels side. He wouldn't leave, not until his best friend was up and moving. The nurses were too afraid of him to pull him away.

Golden boy Charles saved the day. He found out who had been opening the chamber, a little first year who had no control over her actions. A cure for the petrifications was made using Mandrakes and Esteban and Daniel were on their feet just before the end of the year.

Max had been avoiding Charles. Ever seen his confronted him over Esteban, he wanted nothing to do with him. He and everyone else would always see him as the villain. It was so sad to learn that at just twelve years old.

But Charles found him. He cornered him once again, but this time, his expression was soft. "I'm sorry," he said.

Max looked at the floor, his jaw tight.

"It was wrong of me to assume that you're the one who opened the chamber. I realise that now," he continued.

Max let out something of a snort. "Just because my dad is a monster, it doesn't mean I am," was all he said. He pushed past him, trying to get away, trying to get to the end of year feast. But, before he could get too far, he stopped and turned back towards Charles. "If you want any chance of beating us in Quidditch next year, you should get a haircut, stop it from going in your eyes."

Just before the start of their third year, mass murderer Nico Rosberg escaped from Azkaban. Max remembered reading it in the paper. He read the headline out loud and his mother let the plate she was holding slip from her grasp. "Nico got out?" She asked as she rushed over.

Max nodded his head and showed her the paper. "I wanna know how he got past the dementors," he said with curiosity. He then turned to his mother. "Did you know him?"

It wasn't often she spoke about her time with Jos. From the little bits Max knew, it was awful and Max was the only good thing to come from it.

She shook her head. "He started Hogwarts just as I was finishing. I remember hearing his name a lot. He was always causing some sort of trouble with his best friend."

Max dropped the topic. The news article had said that Nico had been a supporter of his father. If he was out, maybe he was going to try and finish the job on Charles.

At the first feast of the year, a new teacher was introduced. Professor Hamilton, the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for the year. But that wasn't all. Max watched from the Slytherin table as Lando walked into the hall, his arm around a pretty girl. He knew Lando had other friends, had seen him with this girl a few times. But he didn't know her, not at all.

It was indescribable how pretty she was. Max's eyes followed as she sat herself down between Lando and his other Hufflepuff friend, Max (Fewtrell).

Max tried really hard not to stare, but it was damn near impossible. She was his very first crush, and he didn't even know her name.

For the few classes he shared with Hufflepuff, Max tried to get Lando to tell him her name. Maybe it was because Lando wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, but he just wasn't getting it. Max was being as obvious as he could be, without saying anything at all.

The day he learnt her name was the same day that he watched her run up to Chatles Leclerc and plant a kiss on his cheek. Maxs face fell. She was his first crush, and she was with somebody else. That was just his luck.

She was with Charles, that was clear. Max saw the way he placed his arm over her shoulders while they talked with Lando. So, why the hell was Lando introducing her to Max in the middle of charms?

She held her hand out to him, a lovely smile on her face. "I can't believe you two haven't met before," Lando said as he sat on the table.

Max couldn't quite believe he was shaking her hand. He had no clue what to say to her and, in a desperate bid to make a good first impression, he made a terrible one

But it didn't matter. The next time Max saw her was care of magical creatures with professor Brown. As with every lesson, Nikita made an ass of himself. Max couldn't help but shut him down, and that seemed to impress her.

But Nikita didn't know when to quit. It was his fault the beast struck him. It was his fault he'd sustained such an injury to his arm.

It was all he could talk about for the next few weeks. Max didn't know what would happen to the beast that had 'attacked' Nikita. Nikita boasted about a trial, about the beast being put to death. Of course, Max didn't believe it, not until he saw her crying about it.

She was too pretty to cry, Max thought as he watched her across the hall. She sat at the Gryffindor table, leaning against Charles as he rubbed her back. That should have been him, Max couldn't help but selfishly think.

On the day of the beasts execution, Max followed her and Charles down to Professor Brown's hut. He stayed behind them, watching as she swung her fist towards Nikita. Good, he thought. It was what that prick deserved.

She and Charles didn't notice him as they stepped into Professor Brown's hut. But Professor Brown did. "Come on in, Max," he said, stepping aside to let her and Charles see him.

Charles didn't scowl, like Max had expected. He gave him a sad smile as she stepped towards him, holding him. "It's awful, Max," she sobbed against his shirt. "They're going to kill him because Nikita is an asshole."

Max stood there, looked at Charles over the top of the head. There was a minute before he wrapped his arms around her and squeezed slightly.

"I found something of yours," said Professor Brown as he guided her away from Max. He grabbed a shoe box and opened it up, revealing her pet rat.

She didn't show up to Hogwarts with an owl, cat, rat or toad. This rat she had found at the station and, in a bid of desperation, she picked him up. He was so tame, she figured he had to be a magical rat.

Before they knew it, they were being ushered out of the hut by Professor Brown. They hid behind shrubbery as Professor Schumacher, the head master, brought Bernie Ecclestone, the minister, and the executioner, down to the hut.

As soon as the three of them had their backs to the students, Max and Charles got her back to the castle. They got halfway there before the sound of the axe hitting something stopped them.

Her gasp rang in the boys ears and she turned towards Charles, burying her face in his chest as she cried. "It's okay, chérie. I've got you."

But, suddenly, he didn't have her. Suddenly she was on the floor, screaming as a vicious, hairy beast dragged her towards the womping willow, its jaws clamped around her leg. Charles screamed her name as he ran after her, but the tree fought back.

Fuck, Max thought as he ran after Charles. The tree attacked them however it could, keeping them away from the tunnel the beast had dragged her down.

Charles dodged those he could, but one smacked him in the chest and he went flying back, the air knocked from his lungs when he landed. Max had gotten closer to the tunnel entrance. He jumped over the trees limbs when they came towards him, getting to the tunnel entrance in minutes.

But he couldn't leave Charles behind. The tree didn't fight him as he ran back towards him. "Come on," Max grunted, grabbing Charles's hand and pulling him to his feet.

The tree once again tried to stop them. Max kept a hold of Charles's hand, pulling him around the attacking limbs. They ducked and dodged and jumped. But one limb managed to knock them both over. Max immediately grabbed the limb and Charles grabbed a hold of him.

They were lifted into the air, the tree trying to throw them off. But it was doing do in a pattern, one Max easily deciphered. "Hold on!" He shouted to Charles, who just squeezed him tighter.

At the right moment Max let go of the branch, falling into the tunnel entrance. Charles was right behind him, landing on top of him. "Sorry," Charles said, taking his hand and helping him up. He pulled his wand from his back pocket and held it out in front of him. "Lumos," he whispered and the tunnel lit up.

Holding his wand out in front of them, Charles led the way through the tunnel. They followed paw prints until they weren't paw prints anymore, but feet, the soles of battered shoes against the dirt.

When they got to a set of old and unstable steps, Max and Charles looked at each other. She was up there, she had to be.

"Nox," Charles whispered. The first step creaked under his foot and he nervously looked to Max. But they climbed the stairs anyway. The closer they got to the top of the stairs, they more they could hear her pained gasps. The two of them hurried.

Charles couldn't stop himself from kicking the door open. "Charles, Max, no!" She cried, grasping her bloody leg. "It's a trap, he's an animagus!"

As the door swung shut behind them, Max and Charles turned around. There he was, his striped jumpsuit tattered and dirty. The smile he wore was grim and his blonde hair was long and disgusting.

Immediately, Max and Charles put their bodies between her and Rosberg. The escaped convict's smile only grew as he took a step forward. "Move aside." His eyes were focused on Max. "It's not you that I want."

But Max stood in front of them protectively. "If you want to get to either of them, you have to go through me."

Rosberg laughed. "Stupid boy," he said through his laugh. "I don't want either of them, I want him," he said, pointing at her.

Her body tembled as she held her mangled leg. The rat in her pocket was squeaking uncontrollably. "I-I'm a girl!" She cried.

But Rosberg let out an exasperated sigh. He lifted his wand.

"Expelliarmus!"

Professor Hamilton, that years defence against the dark arts teacher, stood in the door way. It wasn't a surprise that none of them heard him coming up the stairs, not with the way adrenaline was running through them.

Professor Hamilton looked at the kids and then at Rosberg. And then he dropped his wand and stepped forwards, pulling him into his embrace. "Good to see you, old friend," he said, clapping him on the back.

"What the fuck?" Max couldn't help himself. He held his wand out in front of him. "I trusted you, and this entire time you've been working with him? You've been on my dad's side, too?"

"Max, you don't understand," Hamilton replied, holding his hand up. "This entire time I thought that Nico did all of those terrible things. But then Charles came to me and said he saw someone on the map that I believed to be dead. Sergio Perez."

"Well, the map was wrong, then!" Charles called. He had migrated over to her, crouching by her side. She wasn't okay and there was nothing he could do.

Hamilton shook his head. "The map never lies," he said. "It could only mean one thing, Charles. That Checo was alive and he was the reason your parents are dead."

Slowly, Charles stood up. He pulled his wand from his pocket as he walked forward. "That's not true," he said. "It couldn't have been him because he died. Rosberg killed him and all they could find was-"

"A finger! Chopped it off and escaped into the sewers, he did," Rosberg finished.

Hamilton looked past them as Charles tried to process everything in his mind. "Your rat, please," said Hamilton as he looked at her.

"What? No! What do you want with him?" She cried as she pulled him from her pocket and held him close to her chest. But Professor Hamilton was still advancing, reaching for the rat.

It was Charles that stopped him. He held his hand up, asking Professor Hamilton to just give him a moment, before crouching down to her height. "Please, chérie. I need you to trust me," he said, reaching for the rat.

For just a moment, she stared at Charles. He thought he was going to have to pry the rat from her hands and lose her trust forever. But she willingly gave the rat to Charles, who handed it to Professor Hamilton.

"We do this together," said Rosberg as he grabbed his wand from the floor.

"Expelliarmus!"

Once again, Rosbergs wand went flying out of his hands. Hamilton kept ahold of the rat as they wheeled around to find the head of Slytherin house.

"I told Schumacher," Alonso began as he walked into the room. "I said from the minute you arrived that you were trouble. And here you are, helping your old friend into the castle. Well, Lewis, you can have Nico's old cell once the dementors give him that kiss. I've heard they're looking forward to it. Got a cell in the tower waiting for you."

"Oh, piss off, little Nando no mates," Nico spat, but suddenly Fernando had his wand against his neck. Instantly, Nico stilled.

Fernando turned his attention to the kids. "You three, get back to the castle."

But they weren't going anywhere. Max knew it, Charles knew it, and she couldn't move.

Fernando quickly turned his attention back to Lewis and Nico. Before he could begin talking, Charles had raised his wand. "Expelliarmus!"

It was just meant to disarm Alonso, not send him flying back into the wall, knocking him out cold. "Shit, Charles," Max said through something of a grin. "You attacked a teacher."

But Charles didn't care about that. "Show me Perez," he demanded.

Hamilton and Rosberg were only too happy to oblige. Hamilton placed the rat onto the floor. He and Rosberg pointed their wands at the rat, sending silent spells in his direction.

The rat kept going, seemingly dodging the magic. But then, he wasn’t a rat at all. It wasn't clear which one cast the incantation, but a small-ish man in tattered clothing stood in the place of the rat. The most damning piece of evidence? His missing finger.

Charles couldn't quite believe his eyes. So Rosberg hadn't been the cause of his parents death. It had been Perez all along. Rosberg was an innocent nan, wrongfully imprisoned for all of those years.

"We do this together," said Rosberg. Hamilton nodded and, together, they pointed their wands at Perez.

"No, no, no!" He cried, scurrying across the floor. He quickly moved past Charles,towards her. "Girl, sweet girl," he said as she attempted to shuffle away from him. But, with her leg, she couldn't get far enough. "You won't let them hurt me, will you?"

Max pushed Perez away from her. "Leave her alone," he said through something of a snarl.

"Don't kill him," Charles said as he looked to Hamilton and Rosberg. "Take him to the castle. The dementors can have him and you could go free," he said, eying Rosberg.

Rosberg couldn't quite believe it. He cast a spell that bound Perez and lifted Alonso into the air.

"Oh, chérie," Charles whispered. He leaned forward to kiss her forehead before lifting her into his arms. She let out a small cry as Charles adjusted her, her injured leg brushing against his arm. But she locked her arms around his neck.

Max led the way. His wand was out, light coming from it as tye group of seven made their way back through the tunnel towards the school. Periodically Max turned around, looking at Charles as he carried her. That should have been him, he thought again.

Max climbed out of the tunnel first. He turned taking her body from Charles. One by one they climbed out of the tunnel. She stood on her uninjured leg as Alonso's still unconscious body was placed on the ground. Rosberg and Hamilton wandered a little way away from the group,the two of them looking up at the castle.

"How're you feeling, chérie?" Charles asked. He hardly called her by any other name. She gave a weak, pained smile. That was all Charles needed before he was pulling her body into his own, letting her rest against him.

Suddenly, Hamilton made a noise. A low, guttural noise, something inhuman. He looked away from the castle, his jaw slack and his eyes distant as he stared at the moon. The full moon.

"Shit," Rosberg hissed. Max stood to attention, placing himself between the changing werewolf and his friends. "Lewis, not now!" Nico cried wrapping his arms around him, as if trying to hold him together. "Any time but now!"

But Hamilton was still changing. His limbs were elongating, a thin layer of hair covering his skin. His clothes were shredded from his skin as his snout formed and hid ears sharpened.

Realising that he could do nothing, Nico let go out Lewis. He transformed into his animagus form, putting himself between the werewolf and the students.

At first, Hamilton barely moved. His breathing was heavy as he took just a moment to recover from the transformation.

As best as she could, she hopped forwards. "Chérie," Charles hissed in warning, trying to keep a hold of her.

She couldn't push him away, couldn't stand on her own as she looked at the werewolf. "Professor?" She called. "Professor Hamilton?"

The beast raised its head. The howl it let out echoed around the castle grounds. It was enough to rouse Professor Alonso from his temporary time out. "You!" He cried, pointing an accusing finger at Charles. Charles, who didn't much care, Charles, who was more concerned with getting her as close to him as possible.

When Alonso turned and around saw the beast, he threw his arms protectively around the three of them, keeping them behind him. There wasn't much else he could do but watch, his body shielding them, as Nico jumped at the beast.

The werewolf immediately threw him off, but Nico came back, this time doing damage. But again, the werewolf tossed him to one side. This time, Nico didn't get back up.

With his threat neutralised, the werewolf turned his attention back to the four of them. He got down onto all fours and slowly stalked forward. His slow pace only seemed to indicate that he was toying with them, that, no matter what they did, they were his prey.

Suddenly, from way in the distance, there was a howl. Hamilton turned towards it. He howled once more himself before he took off, running in the direction the howl had come from and completely ignoring his once prey.

As soon as Hamilton was gone, Charles passed her to Max. "Get her to the hospital wing!" He shouted as he took off running.

"Leclerc!" Alonso bellowed, but he made no move to go after him. "Get back here!"

But Charles was gone, disappearing off to wherever Nico was.

Her arms locked around Max's neck as he picked her up. Suddenly he was thinking quidditch for the useful muscles it had given him. "I'm sorry to put you through all of this," she whispered as her head fell against his shoulder.

He shook his head. "You didn't put me through anything," he replied. He so desperately wanted to kiss her head like he had seen Charles do. "Besides, if I wasn't here Professor Alonso would be carrying you. Do you really want that?" He asked and she let out a little giggle.

A small amount of pride blossomed in his chest.

At the hospital wing Max was asked to leave. But he refused. There was no way in hell he was just going to leave her. It was the only time he threw his name around to get his way.

At some point in the night Charles was brought into the hospital wing. He looked awful, like he had tried to drive a race car after suffering from appendicitis. But the nurse had confirmed that he was alive.

Max didn't sleep much that night. He stayed up, watching over his friends, recounting the events. It wasn't Nico Rosberg who had killed all of those people in the name of his father. It was Sergio Perez. Perez had gotten away in the commotion of their teacher being a fucking werewolf. It was crazy, but Max didn't know how he hadn't spotted it soon. Lupin took a few days a month off, Max just didn't notice that they were around the time of a full moon.

But Perez had gotten away, his father's loyal dog had gotten away, and Max would never forgive himsed.

He didn't know when he had fallen asleep. But, when he woke up, Pierre and Esteban sat around Charles. "I can't believe you went with him instead of us," Pierre muttered as he gestured to Max. Max simply sat up straighter, scowling in return.

"He saved her," was all Charles said as he nodded towards the girl sleeping beside Max.

The three of them continued to talk, and Max tried his best not to listen in. But it was harder than it looked when he constantly heard his name being dropped. They could fucking talk about him, he didn't care. By this point, he just didn't care.

When the doors flew open and Professor Schumacher strode in, Esteban and Pierre stood up. "Esteban, Pierre," the professor said. They said goodbye to Charles and walked past their head teacher. But, before they could get too far, Professor Schumacher grabbed a hold of Pierre. What he said to Pierre was too hushed for anybody else to hear, but it had him pulling something from beneath his shirt and striding towards the boys.

"Max, Charles," he said and Max left his chair, coming to stand beside Charles. Wordlessly, Professor Schumacher placed something over their heads.

Max picked up the necklace. "A time turner?"

"What's a time turner?" Asked Charles.

But Professor Schumacher didn't answer his question. "Two turns should do it," he said. "And you should be able to set everything right. Remember, don't let anybody see you," he said and strode out of the hospital wing.

Max turned the time turner. "How on earth did Pierre get one of these?" He asked as he spun it twice, and the room around them moved backwards. Professor Alonso carried Charles out of the hospital wing and Max took her back outside. Other students came and left, time still turning around them.

When it, at last, stilled, Max pulled the time turner from around their necks and placed it in his pocket. "Come on," he said as he grabbed Charles's hand.

As he pulled him out of the hospital wing, Max checked the time on his watch. "It's 5PM, where were we at five?"

Charles took a moment to think. "Ugh, I know I was taking her down to see Zac," he answered. "She punched Nikita."

Knowing exactly where to go, Max pulled Charles along. He pulled him through the halls, towards where they already were. But, suddenly, Max stopped. "Wha-" Charles began, but Max put his hand over his mouth, silencing him as he pulled him into an alcove.

The Max from before, the one that had been following Charles and her, turned for just a second. But, when she swung at Nikita, it distracted him long enough for the Max from the future to pull Charles outside.

"Max, what the hell?" Charles hissed as they watched Nikita and his friends run away. Charles from the past had his hand on the small of her back as he moved her along, heading to Zacs, Professor Brown's, hut. Max from the past followed. "That's us!"

"You're incredibly observant," Max quipped as he grabbed his hand once more. "I suppose you can see now you've cut your hair."

Charles let out a scoff, but Max was pulling him along once again, into the woods just opposite Zac's hut.

Nobody saw them, nobody but Rocky, the hippogriff. He raised his head and snorted, but quickly went back to sleep. "We can save him, too," Charles realised. "Him and Nico."

He strode forward and sent to grab the chain that kept Rocky tethered to the garden, but Max stopped him. "Professor Schumacher and the minister need to see him first, or you'll get Fred arrested," he whispered. Charles clenched his fists at his sides, but he nodded.

They watched as Fred pulled the rat from the box and handed it to her. There he was, Sergio Perez. Max and Charles looked at each other, their thoughts much the same. But they held back, and not just because the headmaster and the minister were coming.

They watched as the three of them left the hut. As the minister and Schumacher conversed with Fred, Charles and Max ran into the vegetable garden and grabbed a hold of Rocky's chain. "Come on, Rocky," Charles hissed, but the creature insisted on sleeping. It was only when Max bribed him with food that he followed them into the woods.

A sliver of satisfaction ran through them when the execution brought his axe down onto a bit of wood in anger. Rocky was safe, and all they had to do was wait.

It was surreal, watching everything that had happened. They watched as Nico, the dog, grabbed her leg and dragged her beneath the tree. They watched as they struggled to follow her.

"Can I ask you something?" Max enquired as he sat on the ground beside him. Rocky was behind them, playing in the trees. When Charles nodded his head, he continued. "Last year, you asked me if I opened the chamber. Do you really think I'm that much of a monster? Do you really think I'm that much like my dad?"

Charles let out an audible sigh. "I feel awful for that," he said as he lent back against the tree behind him. "All I know about your dad is that he's the reason my parents are dead. I'd met him in first year and, well, I still have nightmares about it. Of I had known you last year like I do now, I wouldn't have dreamed of blaming you."

They talked, actually talked, until Professor Hamilton came to the tree. "Did you have any idea he was a werewolf?" Max asked and Charles shook his head.

He pulled the time turner from his pocket. "Do you know why Pierre would have that?" Charles asked as he reached out to touch it.

Max shrugged his shoulders. "It makes sense, though. Pierre has been in so many classes this year, more than he should have had time for. This must be how he's being going to them all."

Next, Professor Alonso came by, and then, minutes later, they were all making their way out of the tree. "Thanks for looking after her," said Charles as he watched himself hand her to Max.

Max waved him off.

But it wasn't long before Professor Hamilton started his transformation. "Fuck," Max whispered as he watched Nico try and fail to protect them. What happened when they were up there? Something had howled, but no howl was coming. "Shit, get ready to run," he said to Charles before cupping his hands around his mouth and letting out a mighty howl.

The werewolf looked, but he didn't immediately begin running towards them. So, Max did it again.

The beast howled back and suddenly it was running towards them. "We're going to die out here," said Charles.

"Yep," Max agreed and the two boys took off running. But they didn't get very far, not before the werewolf caught up to them.

Their hearts were beating, blood so loud in their ears that they were sure the werewolf could hear them. Max squeezed his eyes shut, unable to keep them opened. He was incredibly grateful when Charles pulled him further around the tree they were hiding behind.

All they could hear was their werewolf Professor sniffing around behind them. It was the only indication that they were somewhat safe. But then, the sniffing stopped and the growls began. The two turned, almost paralysed with fear as the werewolf stood to its full height. "Professor," Charles began, but he was no longer human.

He moved towards them and they tried to back up. He raised a large, clawed hand, but he didn't get a chance to bring it down, to strike them. Not before Rocky jumped in front of them, using his large talons to fend off the beast.

Whimpering, the werewolf ran off. "Go Rocky!" Charles called as the hippogriff pranced in front of him.

Max checked the time on his watch. "Come on," he said, once again reaching for Charles's hand. Over the course of the evening he'd noticed just how much he'd enjoyed that, enjoyed holding Charles's hand. "We've got to get back to the castle."

But Charles ripped his hand away from Max. "We need to go and save Nico!" He called before he took off running. "Someone was there, Max! Someone cast a patronus and fended off the dementors! I need to know who it is!"

But, when they got to the lake, nobody was there. Just Charles from the past cradling Nico's body as dementors fed off of them. "Charles!" Max called.

"They're coming to help! I know they are!"

But Charles from the past and Nico looked terrible, close to the end. "Charles, you're dying. And nobody's coming," he said softly.

Charles bit his lip as he looked at Max. He sucked in one steady breath and ran over to the edge of the lake. He raised his wand, drew in a deep breath and bellowed, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

It was an incredible sight. Max knew Charles was capable of some serious magic, he just didn't realise it was this serious. All of the dementors left the scene just in time for Professor Alonso to lift the unconscious Charles and Nico away from the scene.

Nico, they could still save Nico. "Come on!" Charles shouted as he climbed onto Rocky's back. Taking Max's hand, he pulled him onto Rocky's back and he secured his arms around him.

Rocky flew them out of the woods. "Where would Alonso put Nico?" Max shouted over the sounds of the wind.

"When we were in the shack, he said something about the tower," Charles called back.

That was exactly where Rocky took them. As he landed them outside of the cell, Max slipped from Rocky's back and cast a spell to open the door.

Immediately, Nico ran out to them. "Thank you," he said to them. "Both of you. If it wasn't for your bravery, I would have lost my life."

"Quick, take Rocky and go, before the dementors come," Charles said. He helped Nico onto the Hippogriff's back. Immediately they took off, and Charles and Max began running, heading back to the hospital wing.

When they got there, Professor Schumacher was pulling the doors shut behind him. "We did it," said Charles, his hands on his knees. "We saved both of them."

Professor Schumacher looked at the both of them. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said and took his leave, leaving the boys standing there.

Charles released a breath. "I can't believe we actually did it," he said, grinning at Max. "Should we go and tell her all about it?"

Max nodded his head and Charles pushed his way into the hospital wing. He watched, frozen in place as he strode across the room, over to her. Suddenly, Max didn't feel so jealous as he watched Charles run his fingers through her hair.

That was when he realised, he liked boys, too.

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Prosciutto x nurse!fem!reader (sfw, nsfw)

headcanons are like,,so fun. I'll actually be at work writing these bc i love doing them 🤧

(also, very loosely based off of the matchup trade i did with endless lady (and by very loosely i mean not that loosely))

(authors note: i have not been to a doctors office in literal years, and the last time i spoke to any sort of nurse was when a hospice nurse came to help my grandmother pass, so i apologize for any inaccuracies)

(sfw)

-you met him when he was admitted to your hospital for a head injury. The grown boy accompanying him (Pesci) was wailing and generally causing a big scene out of worry, and he was just coherent enough to watch with awe as you managed to calm Pesci down enough that he could sit in the waiting room without him

-After that, when you came to his side to tend to his equipment, he mustered up the courage to ask you

-"You helped my overgrown manbaby brother...why?"

-You'd laugh and say "He definitely wasn't the worst patient I've ever had. Besides, he's only worried about you, it must be scary to see your big brother hooked up to all these intimidating machines."

-which, yknow...is understandable

-After he's been released from the hospital, he puts in a request to Risotto to have you as the squad's personal medic

-youd be paid handsomely, of course, with whatever the Boss decided you were worth. But Prosciutto knew your worth.

-if you're accepted to work for La Squadra, congratulations! You've got an arrogant man constantly in your infirmary!

-Even if the Boss denies Prosciutto's request, he'd still find his way to your hospital.

-Prosciutto's not even injured most of the time, he just wants to see you.

-his form of courting you is...weird. He critiques tiny things about you; how you've organized your equipment, how you've organized your files (how did he even get into those? those are confidential-), how you talk to your patients

-Honestly, at first, you actually don't even notice that he's romantically interested in you. he just seems so rude and mean and critical

-really though, he's just tryna keep you "up to his standards"

-he's got a bit of an ego, he believes that when he wants someone by his side, he wants them to be as presentable as he is, or even more than he is. (which is the case with you, he already thinks you're pretty perfect, but it's a habit he can't break)

-it really takes a long time before you notice he wants to date you

-when you finally do notice though, you're a little endeared by his odd habits. you learn to brush off his nitpicking, learn about his friends turned family.

-when he introduces you to them, his family, formaggio in particular is shocked. like, what? Prosciutto?? found this super hot nurse chick?? AND managed to impress her enough that she'd date his hot mess ass? like....why?

(nsfw below the cut)

(nsfw)

-he tends to switch between wanting something slow and sensual, real love-making, or something raw and fast and mean, depending on his mood.

-when he's feeling something slower, he'll bed you right, believe it

-candle lit dinner in his apartment, flowers, rose petals on the bed, the whole fucking show

-when he's feeling rough, though...pray for your legs and yo pussy, gurl, bc he's mean.

-he don't care where you two are, he'll fuck you in a bathroom stall, a greenhouse, his fucking car, even in your own fucking nurse's office. he does not care. he's taking you wherever he can

-BOOBS

-he loves BOOBS

-he's giving you specific outfits with very pretty boob windows just so he can stare at you in them. and then fuck you in the cafe restroom, because he just cannot help himself.

-and oral

-this man has an oral fixation, and he wants his mouth on you ALWAYS. giving you nASTY head, or sucking on your tits, or leaving so many hickeys on you that you need to wear concealer even WITH your scrubs.

-biter

[sommerflue-22]

Little Things They Do... (Pt. 3)

Little things they do to show you they love you

Read the other parts: Part 1 // Part 2

Featuring: Reiner Braun, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger, Zeke Jaeger, Bertholdt Hoover, Porco Galliard

Warning: Modern setting

Word Count: 748

Author Note

Hi! This will be the last of the series. I've linked the previous parts for you to read. Here's the song I listened to while writing this. I feel like this part is more gloomy because hey I'm kind of a mess rn haha. I hope you still enjoy it, tho. Again, these actions can be perceived platonically or romantically, whatever suits you.

Reiner

Reiner worries about you a lot even though you're a grown adult, fully capable of doing stuff on your own. When you both are apart from each other, you keep each other updated. What you both are doing, where you're at, who you're with. After you got your own car, Reiner text you to drive safe all the time. Especially when you're alone or during the winter. He can help you if you cut your finger when cooking, he can help you if you're sick from walking in the rain, but he can't really help you if anything happens while you're driving alone. He doesn't want to think of the worst case scenario. Whatever your relationship is with him, whether it's romantic or platonic, he doesn't want to lose you.

Annie

Annie is not the type of person who will explicitly say she loves you. She is also not a big fan of physical contact. You are no exception, but she really does care for you a lot. So, whenever you're out with her and need to cross a street, she will hold your hand. She doesn't ask you if you need help crossing the street, nor does she glances at you and smile (like you often sees in movies). Annie just automatically holds your hand and leads you forward, looking both ways to make sure everything is safe.

Pieck

Pieck is a busy lady, okay? She works hard, every single day. She's highly professional and her colleagues count on her a lot. However, when it's just the two of you, she puts away any mental to-do list or any work-related stuff. She just wants to be with you, listening to you talking. She pays attention to you and you only. Of course, she will talk about work if you ask her about it. Though, she'd rather spend her free time not worrying about work. She feels like she can relax and be her everyday, cheerful self with you.

Zeke

Having a relationship in general is not easy, but having a relationship with Zeke is definitely on the next level. He can be stubborn at times, and even though he doesn't mean it, he might say things that hurt you. Not to mention, his *cough* family issue. Loving Zeke, as a friend or as a lover, is not easy. You both argue a lot, often times resulting in one of you taking time away from the other. Most of the time, it's you who request a time off. Now, Zeke is quite a prideful man alright. He doesn't go mushy and beg you to stay. He let you go be alone for a few days, but eventually he will be the one who apologizes first. He doesn't do that with other people, but he does for you. Because you never leave him, and he would love to keep it that way.

Bertholdt

Bertholdt can be shy at times, especially when he just met someone for the first time. Maintaining eye contact while someone else is talking to him can be difficult. He felt uncomfortable, like the other person might discover who he really is just by staring into his eyes. How insecure he feels sometimes, the dark thoughts that he keeps for lonely nights, and other things private. You are the only exception. You don't judge, you show him that hey, it's alright to be a little messed up sometimes. You've seen him in states that nobody else has ever seen, even his parents. That is why he's not afraid to look into your eyes. He appreciates you, and he lets you in.

Porco

Porco can be passive-aggressive at times and most of the time he might think he's always right, especially when it has been a long day for him. People might start an argument, or they'll let it go while mentally cursing the man. You, on the other hand, you're one of the few people who can deal with him. Instead of starting an argument (causing him to get worked up) or walking away (and seeing him with a smug expression), you just simply say "Alrighty~ Agree to disagree" It's a new response that Porco didn't anticipate, and you say it with the most chill tone/expression. After awhile, he tried not to be so snappy and cocky with you. He even gives up his need to always be right. You can tell him the rain happens because the angels are taking a piss, and he'll just nodded. "Whatever you say..."

Idk man, I just really love Bertholdt, Reiner, and Zeke. Precious men. Deserves better. I love them.

Anyway, thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy it. Lemme know what you think in the comment :)

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi, I really like your posts, thank you so much for deciding to share them with us! 1. What do you think about fem! Harry? What changes do you think would have occurred in his character if he had been born a girl? how would he have grown up and changed after the war? 2. What do you think, what changes in character and worldview could happen to Canon! Harry after the war?Sorry for my language, English is not my native language.

Thank you so much! 🥰

I mean, the first thing that is likely to change is the Dursleys treatment. Keeping in mind the story's context, and that it takes place in the 90s we can expect this hypothetical female Harry would have different experiences growing up.

For example, Dudley is probably not going to be encouraged as much to pick on girl!Harry and his friends probably won't be that interested in bothering her either. Because little boys think girls are icky and they won't punch a girl. Girl!Harry is also likely to look more like Lily, which could make Petunia's treatment worse or better (depends on your outlook. I think Petunia would rather not see this miniature Lily at all, so girl!Harry probably would be left alone and ignored more often than put to work on chorse becouse Petunia won't be able to stand the sight of her sister).

People in Private Drive would also treat her differently. Girls tend to be thought of as gentler, but she still won't be liked. Like, Petunia would definitely tell everyone this Harry is just lying for attention and lives in her little imaginary world (they still tell Aunt Marge she goes to St. Agnes School for Misbehaving Girls or something). Also, as the Dursleys want their household to be as normal as can be, I doubt they'd let a little girl walk around in Dudley's old clothes. She'd probably instead wear Petunia's old clothes, which would still not look her size, but she'd look less like a punk and more like someone shopping for vintage clothes.

I still think she'd have a miserable, lonely time at the Dursleys with her only friends being the spiders in the cupboard, but she'd probably suffer fewer injuries growing up. The periods of starvation would still be there, and while Dudley and his gang are less likely to chase after a female version of Harry, Vernon would likely still handle her roughly, so she'd still learn how to duck.

Upon arriving at school, assuming Hagrid still takes her to Diagon Alley on the same day, girl!Harry would still ask not to be in Slytherin and get sorted into Gryffindor.

Since Harry mirrors people around him to appear as normal as possible in the books, he takes Ron as his main behavioral template. As a girl, this female version of Harry would likely pick Lavender or Praviti (Hermione is being ridiculed, so I don't think she'd pick someone ostracized).

But she'd still likely sit with Ron on the train, so, there are multiple avenues open here. I think female Harry would still be friends with Ron and Hermione, eventually. Girl!Harry would probably befriend Hermione earlier actually, since she'd feel sorry for her and see more of Hermione's loneliness. Because she'd be just as kind as canon Harry.

But I see this Harry getting along more with Lavender and Praviti, especially in the beginning of first year.

As this Harry still befriends Ron and the Weasleys, she'd probably eventually date Ron (is she actually attracted to him, or is she a lesbian and is projecting would depend on the writer's choice). But I think Rarry is where this is going.

Also, her name would be different. I mean, Harry James Potter is named after Henry Potter (his great grandpa) and his own father James. (I like the headcanon that Lily's father was also named Harry or another name that could be shortened to Harry), so a female Harry would likely not be named Harriet or something like that but a feminine family name. So, She will probably be Euphemia Lily Potter or something like that.

(Personally, I'm not very interested in female Harry stories, but go and write whatever you want and have fun!)

[madam-o]

The Many Different Lydias in Media

Ngl, I found the Lydia from the BJ movie scripts to be fairly average and boring. She's a stereotypically edgy city teen in the first draft of the original Beetlejuice script, and seriously lacking in personality in "Beetlejuice Goes Hawaiian". In the first movie she's got some style and dark interests, but still seems overall to be a normal everygirl. The only reason she works so well on screen is due to great costume/makeup design, plus Winona Ryder's natural charisma and gothy cheekiness. And as I recall from the cartoon, she was much more cheerful but still one-dimensional, a fun-loving and typically moral mc who just enjoys creepy things and hanging out with dead people. She IS more feisty than movie Lydia tends to be, though.

I think this is why I've latched so strongly onto Musical Lydia. She's angry, twisted, mouthy, and not afraid of a little violence. She's passionate and pretty messed up, a good opponent/companion for Musical BJ. She'd think Movie BJ is a typical creepy Boomer asshole and not gel with him at all. And I'll tell you one thing, she would NOT put up with any of the bullshit in "Beetlejuice Goes Hawaiian".

God, the amount of shit that Lydia just puts up with silently in that script. For instance, her parents are even worse people than in the first film, but Lydia says absolutely nothing to them about how horrible they're being. She just plots behind their backs with some surf "beatniks" (which is that script's weird descriptive word for the wacky young people of "today"...in the first draft of Beetlejuice 1 it was "deathrockers".) BJ dances the lambada (the Forbidden Dance!) with her and is very handsy and gross about it and she doesn't even try to push him away. Man, did I not like that script.

In Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, Lydia is again, overall a fairly average, typical everyperson... it's just that she can see dead people and she's being tormented by a trickster demon (her words btw). She's not as entertainingly dramatic and morbid as she was as a teen, and I get it. She's a grown up now, and the allure of death and horror no longer does anything for her, especially since she's seen literally seen it every day for decades. She's been beaten down by life a bit. She's got a teen daughter who hates her for reasons she can't control. She's been through the wars romance-wise and is now in a bad relationship with a manipulative tool, and she's not doing anything about it because it's easier to just let him take care of everything. Many of us have been there.

Burton's Lydia has always represented himself, so she reflects his view of the world. He's just a kind of subdued guy who has a quirky view of people. It's the rest of the world that's truly weird, not him. He's just quietly hanging out and doing his thing while everyone else is running around being a bunch of colorful, self-centered clowns.

I dunno. I think she's going to be misjudged in this movie. We expect a lot of movie Lydia because so many of us grew up identifying with her, but she's never been a terribly dynamic character, we just want her to be. She's clever enough, but she's not a person who generally fights for control of her life. In fact, I think she feels that there are many things she can never control so she just has to roll with it. All she can do is try to be there for others and give her family the support that they need. Personally I definitely identify with that.

[hathorneheiress]

THL chapter 64 rewrite.

"Stop looking." She read the words aloud, completely unimpressed. "Who took this? Why was it taken? Have we verified the handwriting?"

I answered the questions in the order she'd asked them. "Libby. New Castle. The handwriting is definitely Toby's."

Alisa rolled her eyes heavenward. "You sent Libby after him?"

I was getting ready to tell her that there was nothing wrong with Libby, when Grayson clarified the situation. "And Nash."

It took Alisa a full four or five seconds to recover from the fact Nash had known-and that he was with Libby now. "And you," she told Grayson heatedly, "You had time to look up the legal precedent, but it didn't occur to you to talk to a lawyer?"

Grayson looked down at the cuff link of hi right sleeve, considering his response. He must have decided on honesty, because when he lifted his gaze back to Alisa, all he said was, "We couldn't be certain where your loyalties would lie."

This time Alisa didn't look angry. She looked like she might cry. "How could you say that to me Gray?" She searched his expression for a response, and I was reminded that she'd grown up with the Hawthorne family. She'd known Grayson, Jameson, and Xander their entire lives. "When did I become the enemy here?"

"I have never said you are the enemy." Grayson kept his voice and expression cool.

"Well, you sure act like I am. What have I done to deserve this?"

"I think you know very well what you have done."

At first, I wasn't sure what Grayson meant, but looking at Alisa's torn expression I soon figured it out.

"Nash." She said, "It's been over 6 years and you still won't forgive me."

Grayson was silent, but there was no denying what she had said was true.

"I have only done what the old man wanted me to do." She spoke like those words were being physically torn out of her. "Do you have any idea what that has cost me?"

"It's not just you that it cost." Grayson said quietly.

"I don't understand you Gray, Nash has forgiven me. I made a mistake. One that I will have to live with for the rest of my life. You of all people should understand that."

Emily. She was talking about Emily. What a low blow.

Grayson didn't rile easily though. All he said was, "We all have regrets in life. Some more than others."

Whether that was directed at her or himself or both, I couldn't tell.

I thought I was in the clear, but unfortunately, Alisa wasn't finished with me.

"I am holding this empire by a thread." Alisa swiped angrily at her face with the back of her hand, and I realized a single tear had escaped. Her expression made it damn clear that it would be the last. "Avery, I will handle this situation. I will put out this fire. I will do what needs to be done, but the next time you lie to me? I will throw you to the wolves myself."

Hey, I hope you liked it. I'm so awful with rewrites, but I thought this is one scene that could have had more. Hopefully it was ok.

[writingsofwesteros]

Oh Aegon :(

How do you think Rhaenys and the green siblings would make up after everything in chained beneath the waves?.....

I'd imagine that is one thing that did truly get to Rhaenys, not just everything in the war but the fact she was put in a position where she had to fight Aegon and Aemond, after having grown to love them so. She still wakes up haunted by her dreams because of it. Corlys had tried to help to no avail, and Alicent, after they'd reconciled. If anything in the war breaks her heart nearly almost like her childrens deaths, it's what happened between these 3 at Rook's Rest. It kills Corlys and Alicent that they don't know what to do for her... that she is quicker to lose that Baratheon temper as of late.. even quicker to withdraw completely and prefer to be alone...

Aegon is full of bitterness and a streak of cruel after... and how does Aemond feel, now confronted with both of them and their burns and scars from him...

I wonder what these boys would think if they knew just how broken she was by it as well... if they watched her, so unlike the Rhaenys they knew and loved... before.. Not even like the haughty cousin they'd heard about her being before they were born. No. Now... she's taking after Alicent and how she was with them on Dragonstone at first.

She avoids them like the plague... Doesn't look at them... is absent from council meetings if they are allowed to attend, or slipping away from days at court if they attend... then they start to hear their mother fretting to Gwayne one day... about how she doesn't eat hardly ever, she doesn't sleep, always waking with memories of Aemond and Aegon that day... of seeing Aegon fall... of seeing Aemond land after Meleys and Vhagar danced... of hearing Aegons screams, which outweighed her own that day... of her being quiet since they've been in King's Landing... of her drinking so heavily, more than Ali'd ever seen, more than Corlys can even recall, and he even likes his drink...

She's much like Laenor in characteristic then... away flying at all hours of the day... drinking heavily.. not sleeping much, which leads to more drinking and leaving... the boys don't buy it at first, I'd think. Don't believe it. Don't want to. She chose Rhaenyra. But then they start to wonder about when they had gotten news she'd come to major blows with Rhaenyra for being sent there and having to fight them...

The roles reversed almost now. Her family is her whole world, and she's lost so much already. Now she has to live with being caught in her loved ones fighting each other, living with being forced to choose... then fight... It's as if being back in King's Landing has haunted her with the weight of it all now. She doesn't have war to distact her anymore. she's not the Rhaenys everyone is accustomed to... now she's the one who's self-conscious, not looking at them. Not even attempting to...

Aemond is the more observant of the two, he'd notice first I think that it was more than their mother fretting over nothing, she is different. He takes notice that she's never in the dragonpit, must be letting Meleys rest free somewhere in the forest as he does Vhagar. Never near the courtyard watching him train as she used to. Never in the library reading as they would together at times... he doesn't see her at feasts or dinners now that he thinks of it.. always some excuse for not eating... notices the looks between his mother and the Sea Snake as they have servents put a plate aside, hoping she'd eat tonight...

Aegon notices when it seems she is too afraid to even look Helaena in the eye. How she doesn't embrace her or talk about her bugs or trinkets with her as she used to.. definitely doesn't attempt to hold or play with the twins or Maelor as she used to, even when prompted by Baela, who's noticed the change in her grandmother as well since returning to the capital...

Oh sweet Helaena, how does she feel in this...

And Daeron... he's not met her in person before. But this isn't the woman he expected. The one who sent him a dragon bore from her own when his father did not provide him with so much as an egg. Not the woman he'd heard his mother speak highly of in their letters.. he did hear of her choosing Rhaenyras' claim over Aegons. And what happened between the 3 at Rook's Rest... but he'd also been reading. Studies of war and strategy in his time marching up from Oldtown. He put together that this is an accomplished dragon rider, who'd seen war before, in the Stepstones with her husband, as that war dragged on 9 years. Laenor and Seasmoke must've needed breaks at some point, and Laena had been too young to ride Vhagar so surely Rhaenys and the Red Queen knew their fair share of battle. Daeron, I think, considered one thing both of his elder brothers haven't acknowledged yet.. she did pull back. She could've aimed to kill Sunfyre, no? But she didn't. It was Vhagars fire that injured him more than Meleys. Aegon fired first, but she answered with less fervor... and she could have stayed to keep fighting them... knowing Vhagar was grounded but not permanently.. if she truly wanted to, she could've perhaps burned Aemond even while on the ground... why didn't she?

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL ! how can i reply

LOVE ALL OF THIS

Adore the idea of Daeron knowing that she was holding back and being the one to figure it all out. He tries to explain this to his brothers.

Aegon will end up being the one to break through to her, because of course it had to be him.

"You only made me as ugly on the outside as I am on the inside, aunt.." Aegon hummed; amusement dripping in his tone even if he believed every word.

Of course, that only broke Rhaenys' heart and now he's trying to take it all back

[thuganomxcs]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

If we're speaking in the canon sense like in his universe I really do like the idea of yusuke x botan because I like the aspects of him with death...not to mention he's a devil now too soo. I still love Yusuke x Keiko tho just so the peeps know there's no hatred for our girl.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

Anything like a muse being a fucking minor and the other almost hitting their 40's. There's ONE particular verse that does this shit but this ain't about them. As long as you don't ship your literal grown man/woman with a literal definition of a child then I wouldn't have to be disturbed.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFT?

The minute a hand touches a boob or the clothes begin to fly off I'm guessing it's considered NSFW.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

LOL I'd say I am..but people have known to just show up, write with me and in a day of our muses vibing we're already shipping them. I MEAN if I have to be selective I'd say..as long as she's a woman XD

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

Where do I even begin?? First of all I gotta go with the one that started this and that's @belovedblossoms Hiyori. She was the first person I've ever shipped Yusuke with and that relationship has started from not so disney friendly beginnings but entertaining as shit. Then there's @lady-llewellyn El who just ruins the guy, I swear in this ship Yusuke is the innocent one in the relationship no cap. We got @itmeanspeace Shiloh, this one started off just plain physical until she became attached, lol look at me talk as if Yusuke didn't catch feelings too..probably first since he's still kinda technically a human. Give it up for @swordsxandxsakuras Nezuko, the first one to actually go the full nine yards with him to dating all the way down to married with kids. Then there's my homie @fatexbound Chie I wouldn't CALL it a relationship yet but they're definitely in that phase in getting to know one another. You know I gotta put my home girl @adversitybloomed Mulan, who's probably seen everything there is to who Yusuke is as a character, she's been with him as a pervert all the way to him being nice and doing stuff for people. She's also helped him with his family life might have bribed him to go to college but in the end Yusuke proposed to her and it's actually the first REAL proposal I've written as him. I also can't use the term ship without mentioning @bravesung old OC Alyssa, she was definitely a special one who refused to buy into what people said about him, and after discovering he was supernatural (to a degree) just like her it got them to bonding. She's probably believed in him more than he did in himself when it came down to school because she NEVER let him quit HELL she brought his ass TO school whilst he was still sleeping in bed, picture that in your minds if you will. I got good ships and there's even this unhealthy one right here with my girl @acoldsovereign Maiz, tons of ships starts with curiosity, cute moments and even love at first sight and this one is just violence, one devil often tries to get the other devil to dig into those natural urges and forsake his human heart (that literally isn't even working anymore) and just behave like a demon, there's also acts of public terrorism but he'd punch her right..and she'd kick him wrong, it's a tug and pull with 'em. Bruh this segment is getting long since belovedblossom also has other muses that are shipped with Yusuke too and i have a feelin we'd be here ALL day and I've still got a few to talk about. Just know I love all y'alls muses.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

Nah, I mean if we write and there's a connection then I'd say let 'em go for it. EVEN IF you came to me writing Keiko and you're worried about shipping with me cause you'd think it's forced and i'm obligated to because of the canon then don't. It'd still be cool in my book.

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

I'm not ship obsessed but I would say it's a fun thing to have cause when you're talkin' to your homies and the muses come u you can talk about the ship, or how a song reminds you of them. Shipping whether it's romantically, platonically or familial, they bring us together as writers and we because better pals cause of it. Cause there's always something to talk about when we wanna forget about that bill we can't pay.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

Let me tell you something about my fandom on tumblr: It hardly exists XDD there's really only a handful of us.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Simple, we write. If there's chemistry between the muses well then your muse has got themselves a partner. He's by no means an easy person to love but once you've got him you've got someone that'll be there for your muse indefinitely. And if ya wanna discuss the possibility then my DMs are always open..even if i'm terribly slow with 'em.

tagged: @vartouhix

tagging: Y'all gonna have to steal this one homies. Tag me when ya do cause imma read it.

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any chance for more what if emma doesn't die thoughts from you? I am filled with sorrow for her and Dean once more

ooh....you know for someone who has an obscenely long ghost emma wip I've never really considered if she just survived from the beginning hmm...

well obviously when sam barges in the room dean either manages to put himself in front of emma and talk him down, or, the sexier option, he shoots the gun out of sam's hand. sam still argues but dean is invoking oldest rule here lmao. I don't know if 'poughkeepsie' would apply here but I want him to drop a code word to guilt sam into letting emma come along

between his attitude and the whole 'pulling a gun on her' thing emma reasonably does not like sam right off the bat, so she's practically glued to dean like a shadow for the first couple weeks

(personally I think emma truly wanted to escape and didn't want to hurt anyone, I think she only pulled the knife bc she couldn't read dean and thought he wasn't gonna help her. so obviously that's. less of an issue here)

idk I just really like the idea of emma knowing How to fight but having more of a pacifistic nature, not really blending well with either sides of her family. like she didn't ask dean to protect her from the amazons so she could be a hunter. dean may not be able to give her a normal life while they're busy hiding from leviathans, amazons, and the us government, but he'll be damned if he's gonna force her into a fight or give her a gun. sam tries to convince emma to work as bait for the pennywhistle case and dean goes Nuclear

so once dean's comfortable letting her out of his sight for longer than half an hour she's usually on research or like, the get away driver lol

dean's 'never had enough money to get nice things for sammy' childhood guilt is manifesting aggressively he's buying stuff for emma every time he goes anywhere. whole back seat of the car is decked out with fluffy blankets and pillows, she's got her own collection of music, clothes, stuff like that. she definitely has more stuff than she should have considering they're living on the run but that's not gonna stop dean

sorry I just love the idea of sam constantly picking fights with her and dean being like. Why Do You Have Beef With My Newborn.

like I definitely think sam would warm up to her before the end of the season, especially after cas fixes his mind, but between the amy situation and his personal trauma about feeling like a monster his family should have hunted, I think he'd just. have a rough time with her at first. plus in no world does sam know how to communicate with teenage girls lmao

HOWEVER I don't think she'd stay with him while dean is trapped in purgatory. I think lowkey sam doesn't even really. Consider being her guardian or whatever bc he sees her as grown and capable, but also he's immediately trying to find a place to settle down and emma is like. what the fuck are you talking about none of this is finished???

so she takes off. she wants to find kevin to 1) make sure he's okay and 2) see if his prophet powers can help her figure out what happened to dean and cas. I think she should meet up with charlie!!! she figures if anyone can track down a missing person it'd be her, and we all know charlie's not gonna turn away kid wanting to save her parent.

they do find kevin (and linda!) and get them situated and do what they can to hide them from crowley. dean and cas eventually get out of purgatory the same way as in canon bc they couldn't really figure that out, but at least kevin wasn't abandoned all year and had a decent head start on figuring out the tablet. the four of them have a little clubhouse set up and charlie makes buffy the vampire slayer references or room of requirement jokes literally every day

this is pretty much all I've got right now, but I'm always filled with sorrow on emma's (and deans) behalf omg. someone please save her already

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destroyer chris and reader like cheers? maybe she ran away from a wedding and ends up at his bar

pairing: bar owner destroyer!chris x reader

She didn't know how she'd ended up here. She'd grown up happy, or at least, happy-ish. Her parents weren't rich but they weren't at the bottom of the feed chain, they'd help her get into an Ivy League school and somehow in the middle, they'd gotten distracted. They'd gotten distracted by having a daughter marry into a wealthy family, the lifestyle that came with old money and soon enough, she found herself trying to make a relationship work just to make her parents happy - after all, didn't her parents deserve this after doing so much for her? She didn't know, but just like she found herself trying to make a relationship work, she was now finding herself escaping from a window. She should've called it off, she should've stopped this the moment she noticed she didn't even like the dress or her fiancé for all that matter.

She didn't know where she was, she didn't know this place, this town, this city. It had all been picked to match a tradition which she didn't even understand and now she was walking across a dirt road trying to hail a taxi, even though she barely had money to get back home. She didn’t know when but at some point she began crying, she was cold, she was tired and all she wanted to go is go back home. Maybe her roommate could lend her some money so she could fly back home or she could come and pick her up. She just needed a phone, she just needed to find a phone to call her. After what felt like walking for miles, her feet numb from the white heels, she spotted a small biker bar and it seemed as if she reached oasis. However, once she stepped inside, it was if all eyes were on her. 

      - Look at that, Bill. - she heard a male voice followed by a whistle. - A pretty little bride. 

      - Come on, girlie, come seat with us. 

She had stupidly thought that perhaps this bar would have a standing phone - at least they always do in movies. Yet again, perhaps it had been naive of hers to base of her safety on movie knowledge. She felt stupid, ridiculous that she didn’t thought about what to do if her plan A didn’t work. 

     - If you’re not gonna buy something, you gonna have to leave. - a man from behind the bar spoke up. She locked eyes with him and he honestly did not look like he would help her. In all honesty, he looked like the kind of man she would avoid on the street. His hair was shaved on the sides and his fingers covered in bulky silver rings, she would’ve definitely avoid him if this was any situation. - Hey, Diane Chambers, you listening to me? 

She didn’t know why and once she felt the first warm tear roll down her cheeks, all she could feel is embarrassment, but at the same time, she couldn’t stop the tears from coming down. She’d gotten herself in a mess and she didn’t know what to do, she just wanted to go back to her flat, she just wanted to go back to the flat. 

     - Hey, come on, stop crying. - she hadn’t noticed that he’d crossed the bar to meet her. - Please, stop crying. You’re killing the mood and driving away costumers. 

      - I’m sorry. - she attempted to stop crying, but the tears were still running down her face and the hiccups were still present. 

      - Jesus, woman, your guy dumped you or something? 

      - I ran away and I thought that there would be a phone so I could call my roommate, I’m so sorry ...

      - Didn’t think your plan through, did you?

      - Didn’t you think about costumer service before taking a job here? 

      - This is my bar, doll. I can do whatever the heck I deem fit. Hell, I can put you outside if I want to. 

      - I just need to call my roommate and I’ll be out of your hair, not that you have much to begin with. 

      - I’ll do anything to see you out of my bar. - he grabbed his phone from the pocket of his jeans, handing it over to her. - Come on, I don’t want to see your and your horrible dress for much longer. 

     - Thank you.

Her roommate sounded too excited that her friend was no longer engaged, a bit too excited; yet Y/N couldn’t really complain. All she wanted was to run away from this place, to be somewhere else and even if that was Georgia’s run down car. She finished the call feeling slightly calmer than before. She just needed Georgia to come pick her up so she wouldn’t come back to that hellish wedding and make the worse mistake of her life.

    - Here. - he placed a pint of Coke in front of her. - Your friend coming to pick you up?

    - She said so but with New York traffic. 

    - I don’t think she’ll actually get here. Fucking storm going towards New York last I checked. 

    - Do you take pleasure in torturing me? Isn’t it enough that I’m in an awful wedding dress in a biker bar? Isn’t that enough?

    - Could be worse. - he took his phone back. - I would start to try and look for a motel if I were you.

Chris, on the other hand, found himself entranced by the woman. Sure, the fact that she was wearing a white wedding dress that seemed to swallow her made her very noticeable - but there was something else he couldn’t put his finger on. The time passed, the customers started to leave but she remained there, staring at the frosted glass in front of her.  The sun went down and she continued there, staring at her glass as the wind and the rain fell faster than before. Deep within her she knew the rude bartender was probably right and she was about to have to go outside in the pouring rain. The last customer left, the only two people remaining being her and the bartender. 

     - You want me to drop you at the motel? - he mumbled as he finished polishing some glasses. - It ain’t much but usually they have free bedrooms. 

     - I can’t. - she sighed. - I left my phone and my wallet at the bridal suite. Unless they accept a wedding dress as a form of payment, I am fucked. 

     - Didn’t think that exit through, did ya? 

     - Are you gonna keep telling me that? You think if I had thought anything through I would’ve gone ahead with this marriage?

     - Fella can’t be that bad. Call him, I’m sure he’d let you crash in your bridal suite.

     - He’s probably thinking about how he can sue me for running away from the wedding at this moment. 

     - You’re a pain, Diane Chambers. - he walked away from the bar, sitting in front of her. - Maybe you can make a pillow out of all that fabric. 

      - Thank you for your phone. - she got up. - I have to go and figure out where I’m staying until Georgia comes. 

       - You’re not gonna find anything close by. The motel is a 30 minute car-drive and it is pouring rain outside. Just stay here until your friend comes to pick you up.  

       - I don’t need your pity. 

       - Oh, doll, I don’t pity you. Spoiled rich girl ran away from her wedding? I’m laughing at you, yet at the same time, I don’t want ‘ya dying anywhere near my bar and bringing bad publicity.

       - Bad publicity? To a biker bar? That’s rich. 

       - Offer is fading every second. 

       - I guess. 

He guided her upstairs where a few doors were locked. She wondered if this had been a bed and breakfast before or if he had attempted to turn it into a bed and breakfast ad had quit. Whatever reason it was, she was happy to find a warm bed awaiting her, a soft place to land and forget that she was still wearing her wedding clothing. 

      - Thank you. - she mumbled. - I will pay you once I get my wallet. 

      - I seriously doubt it, doll. Anyway, we open at 6AM, you’ll probably hear it. 

      - That’s ok. 

      - Well ... - he puts his hands in his pockets. - Goodnight, Diane Chambers. 

      - My name’s Y/N. - she said. - I’d rather you call me Y/N. 

      - Chris. Anyway, my bedroom is two doors down the hall if you need me. 

(...)

The day broke, yet she did not wake up with the sound of the glasses clinking and everyone cheering and drinking until she heard a knock on her door. She groaned, yawning as she got up from the pillow, her legs twisted in the fabric of her wedding dress as another knock was heard. God, was someone dying?

     - Y/N. - a familiar voice had her slightly more alert. - There’s a jittery nightmare of a woman looking for you.

     - Georgia! - she mumbled happily to herself, getting up from the bed and opening the door to see Chris standing there in a very low cut shirt. Low cut enough to make her cheeks heat. - Is it Georgia?

     - Whoever it is, get her out my bar.

She rushed down the stairs to find her friend, looking confused and worried about where she was. Georgia had always been a indie bar sort of person, Y/N guessed a biker bar was not something she’d be interested in, unless she found someone attractive or interesting enough to keep her around. 

     - Oh god, you’re alive. - she rushed to hug her friend. - That dress is an absolute disgrace! I’m so glad I RSVP no to your wedding.

     - If you’d gone you would’ve saved me the hassle. 

     - You know I hate your fiancé ... well, ex-fiancé now but don’t worry, I got a moving company to get whatever’s yours from his flat, and your bridesmaids got you your phone and wallet.

     - Thanks, G. I’m sorry you had to drive down so early.

     - Would’ve been here earlier if it wasn’t for shitty New York weather. Anyway, should we get going? We can get McDonalds on the way home. 

     - As long as you two are out of my bar. - Chris snickered from behind them. - Try not to run away from any more weddings, Diane Chambers.

     - Who’s Diane Chambers? - Georgia turned towards Y/N. 

     - Nevermind. - Y/N sighed. - Thank you, Chris. Really, I’m really thankful.

     - Whatever. - he mumbled.

(...)

Running a bar was easy, Chris found. It didn’t take much brain power as most customers were too drunk or too busy in their own thoughts to cause him any trouble. Days were the same and he was alright with it, he was alright with serving alcohol and peanuts and cleaning glasses. It was much better than his past position and despite bikers gathering a bad rep, they didn’t cause him that much trouble. 

    - Heard the little bride spent the night here. - Bill looked at him through his beer glass. - Did you have fun? 

    - Wouldn’t you like to know, Bill?

    - Wouldn’t hurt ‘ya to sleep with a nice lady every once in a while. 

    - I gotta save all the ladies for you, Bill. - he smirked. - Besides, the last thing I need is a spoiled rich girl in my bed. 

    - That’s not very nice. - he turned towards the source of the voice to see her standing there. He almost didn’t recognise her not in her wedding dress. Instead of the copious amounts of lace and silk, she was dress in smart clothing, a tight black pencil skirt and a white see through blouse. Heck, Chris was almost sure he could smell her perfume and it was doing ... things to him. - You would be so lucky to a spoiled rich girl in your bed. 

    - It’s the little bride. - Bill turned around in his seat. - Came back from me, sweets? 

    - Drink your beer. - Chris rolled his eyes. - Diane Chambers, you clean up nice. Run away from a meeting this time?

    - I came to pay you. - she took her wallet from her bag. - How much is it for the night?

    - I don’t need your charity.

    - It’s not charity. I’m paying you for your services.

    - Well, I don’t need it. - he shrugged. 

    - I’d like another Coke then. - she sat down. - Would you like something, sir? I’m buying. 

    - You should come around more often. - Bill happily got another beer. 

Chris wasn’t sure when it became part of his routine to see her in his bar every Friday night. She clearly didn’t fit, always walking in her smart clothing, looking like a sheep in a wolf’s den. The usual bikers had taken a liking to her, treating her like their daughter but Chris was yet to warm up to her. They were not similar, she was a lawyer at a prestigious law firm and he, well, he ran a bar. 

    - Why do you have so many bedrooms upstairs? - she asked as he finished cleaning up some glasses. 

    - Came with the place when I bought it. 

    - You could make a little bed and a breakfast. 30 minutes away from New York, people would like it. 

    - It’s in the middle of nowhere, little lawyer Diane. 

    - Would it kill you to call me Y/N? 

    - Yes, actually. - he shrugged. - Should you be heading back home?

    - I guess maybe I should call you Sam Malone. You’re just as a much of an asshole. - she smiled. 

    - Ooo ... mean. - he chuckled. - Hanging out here is not gonna find you a new fiancé.

    - Being this grumpy won’t find you a fiancée either. 

    - Don’t need a lady all up on my business. 

    - If I didn’t know you better, I’d say someone broke your non-existent heart. 

He placed a glass back on the shelf in a rather forceful manner, ignoring her. Y/N furrowed her brows, looking around the empty bar and wondering if she’d hit a soft spot. 

    - Who broke your heart? - she asked, softly this time. 

    - I thought you said I had a non-existent heart, Y/N. 

    - Y/N? Wow, I must’ve hit a really painful spot for you to call me by my name. - she attempted to lightened the mood but it didn’t work. Instead, he continued drying and polishing his glasses. - I’m sorry if I hurt you, Chris. I didn’t mean to. 

    - My fianceé took a page from your book and ran away from our wedding. 

    - Oh ...

    - With my best friend. Got the money from the wedding refunds and the deposit from the house and bought this bar. Trust me, I don’t need a lady all up in my business, specially if they all run away at weddings. 

    - Is that why you were rude to me when I first came here?

    - Don’t be over conceited. I was rude to you because you get in my nerves.

    - Well, I can’t get that much on your nerves if you offered me to stay and still let me drink here. 

    - The only reason I let you drink here is because Bill likes you around. 

    - Sure. - she got up from her seat, picking her bag. - Well, goodnight, Chris.

    - Diane? - he called up to her. - You coming next week?

    - I don’t know. - she smirked. - Maybe. 

    - Don’t be a pain and arrive 5 minutes before closure or I’ll throw you off one day. 

    - Goodnight, Chris.

    - Goodnight, Y/N. 

[melrosing]

do you think jaime still joins the kg for cersei in the joanna lives au? or do you think he would’ve been betrothed or married already?

nahhh definitely not. I think if the twins were split up as children they would've grown out of the physical relationship pretty quickly. like all this 'one soul in two bodies' stuff was applied in hindsight, they weren't citing this to one another as toddlers. it was a weird thing they did because they didn't understand what they were doing or whether they should be doing it, and I think with a real stop put to it early on, both twins would independently figure that that was actually a bit fucked wasn't it lol, and honestly I imagine it would be pretty awkward between them next they met as older children. like yikes

so Jaime doesn't do anything like that for Cersei because he's come to understand himself as a separate being from his sister (or rather never came to understand himself as one with her), and probably just follows the trajectory that was first laid out for him. he's betrothed to Lysa, he inherits the Rock, etc.

I think what would be interesting in this AU would be that Jaime would be forced early on to properly confront the dissonance between his own view of the world and his father's - like if he's directly inheriting the Lannister legacy and is in on his father's war rooms and whatever, he would be forced to reckon with what House Lannister is and what part he plays in it. I think the result would be that Jaime's story would be primarily about the friction in that father/son dynamic, and the strain of succession. whereas in canon Jaime has long exercised a level of remove from his role in House Lannister, and is only in AFFC really truly confronting what his family have done and what culpability he could have in all that.

also his marriage to Lysa would be shit. I think they'd try for the first year but Jaime wouldn't like Lysa and Lysa would be stung and confused by that, so she'd have an affair and he'd pretend not to notice and they'd maybe have one child but can hardly bear to try for another one. but as I say, I don't think Jaime would have it in him to, cough, carnally, desire Cersei by that point (and in any case she'd be in KL), so I think his love life is just empty in this au.

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🔄 +STARS

She received the offer , a few years ago , but hadn't entirely chosen to take it up. Maybe another time , she would have considered it - but she'd just gotten started in Delta , and didn't particularly want to leave so soon . Plus , she'd found some sort of family among the other few soldiers in her unit, and even some outside of it - Krauser was one good example.

Jill's grown quite notorious around the units - the only woman that Delta Force employed , and one of the very few that even got the honour of completing their training . She was much younger than most of her fellow soldiers - but she hadn't let that stop her , and she was well known for her capability , her marksmanship and her extraordinary skills when it came to infiltration , breaking and entering , and E.O.D. Any unit was lucky to have her join them for a mission, and she always did what she could for them .

They're the first to get called . She isn't surprised - being one of the most skilled special forces in the world , trained for sensitive missions just like this one , things like this were bound to get their assignments . What does surprise her though, is that she gets put onto the strike team - with her age, she hadn't been expected to be assigned , but she had. Something about a biohazardous situation in some town in the Midwest - Raccoon City , or something like that . The whole national government is in a state of panic , she'd overheard the calls while rushing to gear up , throwing on her usual protective wear and firearms , grabbing her E.O.D kits and lockpick sets .

It's not long before she's on the helicopter with the rest of the strike team and they're clearing out of Fort Liberty - it was going to be a long flight , but she busies herself with checking her gear over . Not many of the soldiers are talking on their way there , but one playfully nudges her shoulder , giving her a small nod . She returns it , but her mind is focused on where she's going .

They touch down under cover of night , she's handed what she's been told is an experimental weapon , a railgun developed by the U.S military a long while ago . Sword of Paracelsus, is what she's told , and she straps it onto her back with a nod.

Then it's swirling rotor blades and quietly spoken orders and they're off at a brisk pace - they had no need for the yelling orders of the Army , all of them always worked like clockwork and didn't need anyone to tell them when and where. It isn't long before they enter through the subway tunnels of the city - it's dead quiet , way too quiet for her liking. Her rifle is held tight in her hands , she glances around expecting anything she can . There's this feeling that unsettles her deep in her bones and she can't place it , but it's soon dismissed .

Their orders are to reach Dr. Birkin's facility . The building that juts out ahead after a few hours of exploration definitely doesn't look like a scientific institution . Tall , industrial and littered with garbage and unnamed debris , this isn't where they're meant to be. Their directions had been falsified , and Jill's the first to catch the helicopter lights blinking above them, and she just barely yells out a warning before boots hit the ground and she's stumbling back , her eyes widening as she stares at whatever had just dropped down .

Ashen skin , thick , leather coat , there was something so horrifically human about these five eight foot tall monsters that she can't shake off . They're advancing on her team , and she raises her rifle to her shoupder and lets loose a barrage of bullets that all hit her mark , but the most they do is slow a few down .

Her squadron captain is the first to die .

He's thrown against a post , and she can hear his spine crack. One of the monsters subsequently stomps down on the rest of him ; and that was that .

Jill had felt fear before , but it was nothing like this . Her pulse was racing , her heart was beating and she's tossing her rifle aside and rushing to pull one of her wounded friends out of combat and back into the subway , she presses a button on her earpiece and she's calling for extraction but all she hears is static .

A strong fist and she's thrown backward . She can taste blood in her mouth and she's dizzy , but she can't die here . Jill reaches back towards her for the railgun on her back - she wasn't going to lie down and play dead for whatever these were . She places it dowm in front of her , draws in a sharp breath and fires , her eyes closing for a moment . Again and again, she can hear the cries of her soldiers as they're lost to her , she's breathing hard and all she can do is hope that this will kill them .

The dust clears , she's holding a hand to her side where she's been impaled with some rusty metal spike from all the shit the railgun displaced with every fire , and there are several smoking holes in the incineration plant . The Tyrants are either collapsed , dead on the ground or nowhere to be seen , and her chest tightens as she limps over to the bodies of what used to be her squadmates .

She knows this , the loss that came with this career . But she can't stop herself from the heartbreak nontheless , and she can barely get the words out through gritted teeth and bloodied hands to call for extraction for one . She's already becoming delirious from blood loss , and she knows she isn't in a state to reach that facility , and they aren't able to evacuate the dead here . Jill's swaying on her feet , and it takes everything in her to take the dogtags from her fallen squadmates , wrap them tightly around her hand , and turn away in order to limp her way to the extraction point they soon designate .

She needs medical attention , and badly , but on the way - she sets her mouth and presses a tongue to the roof of it because otherwise , she'll grieve , and she can't do that here.

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Elriel Day 1

This story doesn't contain any of the spoilers I posted (I figured since it was so close, spoiling it would be pointless), but I hope you all enjoy! I'd love to hear your thoughts, so please comment or drop me an ask. This is my first time writing something like this, so constructive criticism is definitely welcomed.

Word count: 1.5K

TW: depression, mentions of Az's abuse as a child

Azriel was running late. He knew he should have left sooner, but then Cassian had started pestering him about why he was in such a hurry to leave training and now Elain would be waiting. He sighed. At least he would still get to see her today, he thought, it would definitely be the highlight of his week. It had all started when he had accidentally come across her at his favourite cafe, and she had stopped to talk with him. They had ended up talking for an hour, before Elain sadly had to leave to meet an elderly fae whose garden she was now caring for. But before she had gone, she had blushingly asked if he wanted to meet up again. He knew it was a risk, given that Rhys could easily have gotten wind of it and had his hide, but he couldn't say no to Elain's doe brown eyes watching him hopefully. So, they agreed to start meeting in the garden. Ever since then, for the past 3 months, they had been conducting secret meetings in Elain's gardens, where they would walk and talk about whatever they wished. They had grown close over that time, Elain opening up to him about things he was pretty sure she'd never told anyone else. In return, he had told her secrets from his life, of which he had many. Though nothing about his childhood. Perhaps soon he would delve into it, but he wasn't sure how she'd take it. He landed next to the large fountain in the middle, and Elain was sitting nearby, carefully pruning the roses.

 "Azriel!" She squealed in delight, jumping up and hugging him.

He hugged her back, revelling in the fact that he could touch her here and now, even if it was forbidden. They began to walk, Elain speaking about her life, and her gardens, and the new recipes she was trying. She spoke about Nyx, whom she often babysat, and how he was growing, and had even begun to start gliding on his little wings. Az talked of his trips, of the interesting places he had visited, and she listened with rapt attention.

"Can I ask you something?" she said, and he detected a slight sense of nervousness in her voice.

 "Anything, my lady," he replied, wondering what she would say. They had broached sensitive topics before, and he guessed they were about to now, but he wasn't sure what warranted the fear on her scent.

 "Do you...do you ever feel like you miss the sunshine, even when you're standing right out in it? Do you ever feel trapped, even when flying in the open sky? Do you ever wonder what purpose there is for being alive, even when you are surrounded by people who love you?" He had not been expecting this, and was beginning to formulate an answer, but Elain wasn't finished.

 "I love my life here, I truly do, and I have so many things to be grateful for. But...I feel trapped. Trapped by the expectations of my sisters, by the rules put in place in the life I was never allowed a say in, by the mating bond I never asked for but seemed forced to accept, and by my own insecurities. Sometimes I wonder what my purpose is, if all I'll ever do is tend to my little gardens for the rest of my immortal life. I love my family very much, but I have always been the odd one out. My sisters are happily mated, Nesta to the general of armies, while she herself trains female warriors and wields the power of Death itself, and Feyre to the most powerful High Lord in history, blessed by the magic of all 7, and she's already started a family. And I...I cannot fight. I have magic, but no idea how to use it. I cannot wield a sword, I cannot lead an army, I cannot govern a land, I cannot even be a good spouse, for it seems my only option is a male I do not love."

 Tears were starting to pour down her cheeks now, and Az sat down and hugged her while she continued speaking after burying her head in his chest.

"I know all of you will love me no matter what, but I wish I could do something to make myself worthwhile. My skills are trivial and useless, and even though Nesta has offered to train me, I have no desire to do so. But it seems...it seems if I want to fit in, that's all there is."

Elain finished her speech, and was now fully sobbing into his chest, her small body shaking against him. He knew that it had taken a lot of courage for her to share this with him, and the fact she shared something so personal with him touched him deeply.

"I know how you feel. When I was a boy, all I ever knew was darkness, the darkness of the cellar, and the pain inflicted by my father and stepbrothers. I prayed to the Mother and whatever gods would listen that they would grant me light, sunshine, a way out. When the shadows began whispering to me, shortly after my hands were burned, I realized this could be my way out. Whatever deities rest above the clouds had bestowed me with good fortune, and finally I would be free. But it was not as I had imagined. When my father dragged me out, he threw me into the Illyrian camps, a bastard born nobody who couldn't even fly and had magic he didn't know how to use. But Rhys' mother took me in, and she was kind to me. Under her care, I learned how to wield what power I had been given, and I met Rhys and Cassian, my true family. But even then, still I was different. As a high fae, Rhys had magic, but he was the only one besides me. I felt perpetually out of place, and often I still do.

“But you know, over my 5 centuries on this earth, I've learned that it's okay to be different. To defy expectations. To life your own life. You don't have to be the woman your sisters expect you to be if you don't want to. You don't have to mate yourself to Lucien if you don't love him. You most certainly don't need to be a fighter or anything like it in order to be worth something. Everyone has different strengths, and personally I think the fact that you're different makes you more interesting. Your skills aren't useless-after all, behind every single warrior is someone who keeps them healthy, and the fact that you can cook, clean, and garden gives you a set of tools I'm pretty sure no Illyrian male has ever possessed."

That got a small giggle out of her, and her tears had stopped. She was looking up at him, and though her eyes were red and puffy, she had a small smile on her face, and Az didn't think she'd ever looked more beautiful.

"Your sisters are wonderful, amazing females, but you are not your sisters, nor are you supposed to be. You can be a wonderful, amazing female in your own way, and I think you already are. And you are always deserving of love, no matter what path of life you choose to take." Elain hugged him tightly as he finished, and he hugged her back, kissing the top of her head, wings cocooning them together, shielding them from the outside world.

 "Thank you. Your words, your story...it means a great deal that you trust me enough to share it with me. And for what it's worth, I care for you a great deal. I know it can't have been easy for you, even as an adult, but if you ever feel like no one cares...I will always care for you. No matter what. You've become my best friend, my confidant, my support, and it means everything to me. In a time where I had no one and nothing, you were there, and for that I can never truly express my gratitude."

 But she didn't have to. And they both knew it, the bond between them that had formed over the course of their meetings, the one that Rhys had tried so hard to stop, it had grown unbreakable, and it would be impossible to hide for much longer. Through the course of their secret meetings, and through the shy glances and restricted touches that passed between them when they were together in the presence of family, they had found each other, perhaps not mates, but with a different kind of bond. And for them, that was enough.

A/N: We don't really know much about Elain, so I kind of projected the beliefs of some people in this fandom (that in order to be an interesting fantasy heroine you have to be some sort of war queen, which personally I think is a way overused trope in YA fantasy, so whenever SJM finally cranks out ACOTAR 5, I really hope she doesn't take Elain down the same route) as her own thoughts about herself, however as this is a very much pro-Elain blog I agree with Az here. Being different is a good thing, and having different hobbies and skillsets than others is often more interesting.

Taglist: @elriel-month

[fizzy-fuzz]

YTR sneak peak...

(hoping to get the rest out in a week or so... for real this time 😅)

✨full work here✨

Amelia sits in her office, quietly soaking in her small amount of peace before she gets back to her daily grind. The food is bland, and her cheep off-brand sports leaves an unnaturally taste on her tongue. Though she's long since grown used to the drabness of the foundation, food and all. She's her to work, not enjoy herself; even on her break it seems.

A knock rings out on her office door, causing her to look up from her tray of food.

"Come in." She state plainly, with an air of formality. The door gently opening to reveal Derek, wearing a bright and cheery smile.

"Heya, boss. Thought you'd want some company." He pulls up a chair, taking a seat in front of her. Placing down his own dull tray of food.

She squints suspiciously. Despite her being on friendly terms with Derek, she definitely wouldn't consider close enough to be spending her short break with... Something's up.

"How's that adoptive kid of yours? They been doing well?" Ah, so there it is...

It's not hard for her to pick up on his subtly tone, her years spent in the foundation has made her wise in reading between the lines. He wants information on the experiment, and how a regular citizen is doing dealing with an anomaly.

She glances off to the side in mild irritation, but shows nothing more. She isn't the biggest fan of a subordinate prying into her personal life, or frankly the higher-ups business.

Curiosity killed the cat, after all. Though she supposes he already knows of it, and nothing top-secret has seemed to have happened. Or from what she's able to tell with her brief phone call with Y/n.

"They've been well. Though I'm afraid to tell you that nothing of your interest nor concern has happened." She answers, taking another bite of her food. Derek's eyes roll lightly and he huffs.

"Oh c'mon... I tell you about my life, tell me about yours a little." He whines, leaning back in his seat. "I haven't seen you take a call with them in awhile, they've been forgetting you for the computer?"

She laughs lightly and shrugs, not at all bothered by the notion of being forgotten. Another thing the foundation has taught her, it seems"Hah! Maybe. I'm sure they're busy trying to crack his code. It's good for them to speak with another living thing, even if that thing is 079."

He nods lightly, before continuing.

"Doesn't it bother you though? That it's only been a month or so and they're already putting you to the side for something that isn't even... well, human?" He questions with a raised eyebrow, poking deeper into their relationship.

"No, not at all. If I was worried about that I would have never convinced them to do this in the first place. Everything is going to plan, just as I wanted it to." She sips her drink, before continuing calmly. "My goal was for them to spread their wings, that's exactly what I'm seeing as far as I'm concerned."

He hums in consideration, seemingly struggling with the idea that she'd be so okay allowing her close family to ignore her. She smiles and shakes her head. he's young; she's not surprised he doesn't understand.

"And what about Mr, dark and broody?" He asks with an air of caution, knowing this is a more secretive topic... Keter-class always is.

"682?" her smile drops, as she questions neutrally.

"Who else?"

[knickynoo]

hey there! i’m absolutley in love with your bttf/family ties headcanons keep up the great work <3

i was wondering what you thought of marty and jennifer’s early stages of their relationship were like? maybe what their first date was or when marty first realized that he was in love with her?

thanks again! ~

Hi, there! Thank you :)

The early stages of their relationship was chock full of Marty being super awkward. I feel like, prior to them getting together, Jen probably had some experience with dating, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's Marty's first time in a relationship. He basically has no clue what to do. His parents are (obviously) no help, so he asks Doc for some advice, and Doc is like, "Lol, I have no clue, kid."

No, but I actually think Doc would end up trying to help by just encouraging Marty to be himself.

In the comics, Marty and Jen initially bond over Clint Eastwood (Marty is thrilled to have found a girl who likes Clint Eastwood movies!) and I think that's a cute little foundation for the beginning of their relationship. Maybe they go out for pizza or something and talk about movies and music and interests for hours. Eventually, Marty sort of just forgets all about being nervous because he's so busy enthusiastically gushing about bands he likes and arcade games and whatnot.

Jen falls for Marty pretty quickly. Like I said, I feel like she probably would have had some experience with dating, or, at the very least, was used to being pursued frequently by boys. She's smart, nice, and beautiful, so I'm sure she got a lot of attention from others. Being with Marty is different than what she's used to--in a good way! She loves that he's so genuine. There's no facade to Marty: he is just full of heart, energy, and is thoughtful and kind. He doesn't put on an act, and she respects that a lot and finds it so very endearing.

Likewise, I think Marty falls for Jen early on as well. Teenage relationships are often fleeting, but Marty feels things So Strongly, that he was like, "Yep, this is it. Gonna marry this girl," on like, day 2 of officially dating her. Of course, he has to do his very best to be normal about it so as to not scare her away or anything.

I think Jen probably has a little period of adjustment in terms of getting used to conversing with Marty. I love that scene in the first movie of the two of them after the auditions, where they're talking and Marty sort of just cycles through *talking to Jen* *gets distracted* *continues talking to Jen* *gets distracted*. I feel that it's indicative of their interactions as a whole, especially considering, you know, the way that Marty is. But she learns to just go with the flow and roll with his constantly shifting attention.

I don't think Marty is too interested in introducing her to his parents at all, BUT he definitely wants her to meet Doc. He's a little nervous, knowing that she'd grown up hearing all the unkind rumors about him like he had, but it's important to him that she meet his best friend. Doc, though frazzled at the prospect of company and getting to know a new person, is eager to meet her. Jen had gotten plenty of info about Doc at that point--because Marty talked about him a lot--and she's so very happy to be allowed to be part of their world and get to know Doc more. They go to the garage and Marty gives a little tour, pointing out some inventions they're working on. Doc is an awkward but a gracious host. Jen loves meeting Einstein and she asks lots of questions about projects Doc is working on. Marty bounces around excitedly because his two favorite people are together and getting along.

Thanks for the ask!