#so ive been in rough shape and dinner is going to be the first meal i can actually enjoy

[tinyrosemarysparrows]

Marinating pork in spiced rum for the first time so we will see how this goes.

[cursestothemoon]

yay for the open requests! I really reallyyyyyy love your Harry's older sister hc, could u pretty pls do more? like their brief life as a family with lily and james, then to the dursleys and then at war, so on. I agree with the anon that did the request, harry does needed a bigger sister❤️

aH I LOVED THESE REQUESTS

YOU GUYS CAN READ THE HEADCANONS THIS ANON IS TALKING ABOUT HERE

ok so this is L O N G i need to add a keep reading tab

alright so let's talk about harry's older sister

so lily and james did not plan you

they were straight out of hogwarts

just having fun

and suddenly lily is having morning sickness and james running into a store to buy a pregnancy test (or whatever the wizard equivalent would be 😗)

james would be so nervous the weeks leading up to your birth

he already knows that you aren't even here yet and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for you

and when you are born

he swears he'd never love anything as much as he loves you

his little girl

this sweet little lump of baby fat that was born with eyes just like his

he'd put his glasses on your little baby face, and he could laugh for hours at the way they just barely sat on your little nose (a miniature version of his)

your chubby little baby hands are his favorite

when you'd plan your hands on his face or wrap your hand around his finger he'd melt

Lily would joke all the time about how she carried the baby yet James is constantly hogging her

I think james would have some serious separation anxiety

Lily would also have trouble leaving you to go do something but she knew that you getting to see other people would be good

james is NOT a fan

and you were a big daddy's girl

"it's going to be alright, darling, uncle Padfoot and uncle Moony will take care of you."

and you'd respond with sad baby talk, something along the lines of 'daddy' and 'wanna stay with you' and you'd get all teary eyed

it's a whole dramatic scene

youre crying

james is about to cry

Sirius is quite literally trying to sob silently into his hand because you just look so sAD

and remus and lily are just

😐

because you guys do this eVERY TIME

there was one time james got back into the car with lily after dropping you off and he was unusually quiet until he kinda just whispered out

"It just feels like i'll never have enough time with her, like one day i'll wake up and suddenly she's not mine anymore."

his tone gave Lily the worst chills, his tone and the fact that she felt the same though never voiced it

honestly

i don't think harry was planned either

he kinda just happened

and they were like

you know what, yes.

so you were two when harry was born

and you LOVED your baby brother

he was so small

so cute

and he had your mum's green eyes

from the get go you were very protective of your little brother

james thought it was the cutest thing

ok ive been avoiding it

but we need to talk about October 31 1981

you were upstairs with our mum and harry

james was downstairs cleaning up from dinner

that was when there was a knock on the door

assuming it was peter, uncle wormtail, james was quick to go open the door

grabbing his wand for protection was the last thing on his mind

the thud of his body was loud

he was killed before he could even open his mouth to warn Lily

the door to Harry's nursery flew open and it all happened so fast

there was screaming

bargaining

a sudden flash fo green before Voldemort turned to harry

his cold, pale hand pushed you out of his way

the prophecy had said nothing about you, so he didn't care for what happened to you he just needed to kill harry

which obviously backfired

half the house was blown up

he was gone

harry was crying

and you just wanted your dad

you found your way downstairs, just barely making it down the steps

lily and james had never let you go up or down the steps on your own

only to come face to face with your dad just lying on the ground motionless

his eyes were still open

now i want you guys to think of the lion king

you know the scene where simba finds mufasa's dead body and just lays with it because he doesn't know where else to go

you just wanted any kind of comfort you could find

so with tear streaks going down your face you slayed next to your dad, getting as close as you could, hoping he'd just wake up

sirius is the one who finds you, asleep next to james' body

it was rather rough for sirius

and he could hear harry crying somewhere upstairs

you wake up to uncle padfoot trying to keep in his tears as he takes in the scene before him

you're just glad to see a familiar face

you run over to him, tears freshly falling as you wail about how daddy and mommy won't wake up

you also gently pull james' glasses off his face and keeping them in your small hand

keeping them safe for him later

you knew he didn't like to sleep with his glasses on

eventually hagrid shows up

you guys know the story

but i will say

it takes a lot for you to leave uncle pads and go with this big strange man

youre basically heaving as you beg to stay with sirius

and forcing you off his hip and onto the bike with hagrid was the worst thing he's ever had to do

even for a two year old, youre eyes held such a strong emotion of betrayal

sirius would never forget it

the dursley's were not fond of you and harry

you had james temper and stubbornness

harry was just a 6 month old baby

doing 6 month old baby things

for the first month you'd ask for james, lily, uncle moony, uncle padfoot, even uncle wormtail on a daily basis

until one day petunia just snapped

you had asked about sirius, or as you called him uncle padfoot, and petunia lost it

she started to shout, her hand coming out to strike your cheek as she told you that no one was coming

not now

not ever

you never asked after that

over time you forgot about sirius and remus and peter

you forgot about the song your dad would sing every saturday morning when making breakfast

or the way your mom would hum when she brushed your hair

all lily and james had become were familiar scents and the same pair of eyes you'd see in your dreams (though for a long time you just assumed they were your eyes, they looked enough like yours)

and you grew up always feeling like you were on the wrong side of a billowing curtain

you and harry grew up only having each other

you were very protective of him

and dudley hated it

because you had James art for pranks

and his art for rarely getting caught

unfortunately for you petunia and vernon didn't need evidence to incriminate you

you were often on the receiving end of disciplinary swats and missed meals

and you'd often take harry's punishments for him

you and harry were also forced to share a room

or cupboard

you let him decorate it with all his things (he didn't have many)

and you guys shared a bed up until you got your hogwarts letter

which that was kept very quiet

you got the letter

and petunia and vernon were just glad to be able to send you and your pranks away

you weren't allowed to tell harry

but you did anyway

secretly

you didn't tell him all the details but you told him that you were going to a school far away and you'd be back whenever aunt petunia let you back

going to school was interesting

you didn't know anyone

bUT HAGRID WAS ALSO THERE TO HELP YOU AND BUY YOU YOURE STUFF AND HE BOUGHT YOU YOUR FIRST WAND

you still have james' glasses

you put them on when youre nervous

so youre sitting in the train

first day

you don't know anyone

big round glasses sitting on your nose as you look out the window barely able to see what's going on

james was as blind as a bat

on the train you spend your time reading your new books

absorbing all the material

you were not going to just walk into this new school of mAGIC not knowing aNYTHING

by the time you got there you were at leas base level with most subjects

some were easier to catch onto than others

as long as you didn't let the logical side of your brain do too much work

within the first week you'd find out about your parents

curtesy of older gryffindor kids who knew your last name and were just amazed by the story

oH ALSO YOURE IN GRYFFINDOR

AND WHEN MCGONAGALL READS YOUR NAME SHE GASPS TO HERSELF

BECAUSE

Y/N POTTER

she remembers when james had written to her with the news of Lily's pregnancy with you

and how he was nervous you'd come out just like him and he wouldn't be able to handle you as well as she had, he was asking her for advice

and when you walked up to sit on the chair she nearly dropped her scroll of parchment and pulled you into a hug

you looked just like him

dark hair

pale skin

same eyes and eye shape

and same habit of picking at the skin around your thumb nail when nervous

the hat announcing you were a gryffindor was very overwhelming for her

then she realizes you

are e x a c t l y

like james

and merlin is she tiRED OF THIS SHIT

ok so at this point i am going to direct you to the other headcanon (linked above) if you want a more fred x reader approach 

continue here if not

so youre on the quidditch team

and youre a natural 

let me tell you

you just have the innate ability 

much like james

and at first they had you as a seeker

and you were good

but you excelled as a chaser 

i also firmly believed that there was a practice broom that james had carved his name into

or maybe just a ‘J.P.’

that was the broom you'd practice on

even use for games before you got your own broom

ok so

let’s talk your relationship with harry 

you made sure you were the one to tell him what happened to your parents

as i said it was your first year when you fond out about what happened 

the gryffindor student had told you what they knew

and you went to professor mcgonagall pretty distraught 

you were near tears as you practically begged her to just tell you what happened, you wanted the truth 

because all your life your aunt and uncle had told you that your parents had been killed in a car accident 

needless to say 

you didn't want harry to find out that way

but you also knew he was noticing the stares

the whispers

so you told him on the first night

he had already been put into gryffindor and was getting ready for bed when you are up to his dorm 

bECAUSE IT’S CANON THAT GIRLS CAN GO UP INTO THE BOYS DORMS AND BOYS CANT GO UP INTO THE GIRLS DORMS AND I WILL CITE THE PARAGRAPH IF ANYONE NEEDS

and you kinda push out ron, neville, and dean 

but yeah thats how he finds out all the details and such 

ok so you and harry are sUPER CLOSE

and you are very 

v e r y

protective of harry 

you'd do anything for the kid 

wHEN YOU FIND OUT ABOUT THE WHOLE SORCERER’S STONE FIASCO 

YOU ARE LIVID

because harry is your baby brother and you love him so much and don't like seeing him hurt 🥺

as harry grows older he gets a bit more

embarrassed 

about having you protective over him

and im pretty sure i mentioned this in the last headcanon post 

but yeah he’d be like 14 and you'd be 17 and he'd just

“stOP this is so emBARRASSING”

what a little dweeb

ok leTS TALK ABOUT SIRIUS 

BECAUSE YOU AND SIRIUS WERE CLOSE WHEN YOU WERE YOUNGER

HE WAS UNCLE PADFOOT

YOU LOVED HIM

until your fifth year (harry’ third) when you were told he betrayed your parents and got them killed 

youre in the whomping willow when with harry, hermione, and ron 

its a lot for both of you

because sirius is seeing his goddaughter who looks just like james, and his the same fire in her eyes as his bestrfriend

his b r o t h e r 

and youre seeing the man who was responsible for your parents murder 

again 

it was A LOT

i have a feeling you, JAMES POTTERS DAUGHTER, would just lunge at him 

and youre crying

trying to hit him

hurt him like he hurt you

just anything to bring pain upon this man

and sirius is having flashbacks of when you had ran to him from next to james’ lifeless body 

and how different everything had been just days prior to October 31 1981

upon finding out the truth 

scammers is now wormtail

peter ‘little bitch ass’ pettigrew

you and harry are immediately forming this connection

this sort of dependency on sirius 

within a few minutes

because he is the only living connection you have to your dad 

apart from yourselves of course

but eh was the only reminder that james potter was a real man 

and lily potter did exist 

and there was a time where your family was complete 

it never crossed your mind that any more misfortune could strike 

not now 

not when you finally got back your uncle pads

and then you guys walk into the moonlight, the full moon light

everything flips instantly 

you guys are back to square one 

i like to think you have a very big part in getting sirius free 

so you guys know what happen in between prisoner of azkaban and order of the phoenix 

and this headcanon is already getting very long and we haven't even gotten to the wAR YET 

so we are doing a little time jump

order of the phoenix 

your last year

you are living with sirius in grimmauld place 

petunia and vernon kicked you out once you turned 17 after finding out that was the legal age in the wizarding world

you and sirius are close 

super close

i mean he is like a father figure to you

he is uncle pads again

oOO AND OK 

SO 

AFTER FINDING OUT HIS DAD AND HIS BROS 😤

WERE ALL UNREGISTERED ANIMAGI 

OBVIOUSLY YOU WANTED TO BE ONE TOO 

youre a gazelle 

it just makes sense

father figure sirius is not happy when he finds out

uncle pads, however, couldn't be happier

its finally starting to feel like a family again

you and harry have sirius 

aLSO REMUS

icon

anyway

everything is falling into place

you and harry are filling the james sized hole in Sirius’ heart (not completely but it’s better)

and he is doing the same for you two

you and harry love your uncle pads

then the battle in the department of mysteries happens 

youre there

you see it 

you watch as bellatrix hits sirius with a curse 

youre not sure which 

nothing too serious you hope, and seeing that he’s still standing he should be fine 

but then he stumbles

she's stunned him perhaps 

and he makes eye contact with you

there was a look so final, so sad

yet so relieved in his eyes as you watched him fall through the veil

remus grabbed harry

tonks held you

if she hadn’t been you knew you would've thrown yourself into the veil after him

its a whirlwind from then on let me tell you

so we know what happens

all that fun stuff 

the war hits

harry, hermione, and ron leave

youre left with the weasley’s 

it’s hard being away from harry

not knowing if he was ok

if he was even alive 

you guys finally reunite at shell cottage 

bill calls you the second he sees harry, hermione, ron, and dobby apparate in front of his house

you were quick to pull harry into a bone crushing hug 

keen on never letting go 

because after all he is still (and always will be) your baby brother 

you guys are all at the battle of hogwarts

oK WAIT

SO

YOU REFUSE TO LET HARRY WALK TO HIS DEATH ALONE

ALSO YOUVE FIGURED WHAT HE PLANS ON DOING BUT NEITHER OF YOU HAVE SAID ANYTHING

NOT WANTING TO ACCEPT THAT THIS COULD BE THE LAST TIME YOU GUYS SEE EACH OTHER 

AND THE RESURRECTION STONE COMES OUT 

BOTH YOU AND HARRY ARE HOLDING ONTO IT 

AND SUDDENLY

SIRIUS 

REMUS 

THERE ALL THERE 

EVEN A WOMAN WITH RED HAIR 

AND A MAN WHO LOOKS PAINFULLY FAMILIAR 

ok so hear me out 

i think harry enjoyed looking at pictures of james and lily

but you didnt

you didnt want to see everything that was taken from you

so you weren’t super aware of what your dad actually looked like seeing as you avoided pictures of him and your mom like the plague 

but you just knew 

and james was standing there

beaming

and he just looked so proud of you and harry 

so did lily 

she was the first one to say something 

“Your father and I are so proud of the both of you”

and you just broke down 

james right there with you 

he watched as you sobbed, choking on your cries 

and he couldn’t do anything about it 

he couldn’t hold you or comfort you

he couldn’t be a dad 

and it broke him

as much as it could break a dead man 

“you’ve grown so beautiful, darling” he'd smile sadly

his voice seemed to bring back all of your memories once lost 

“have you always been here, with us?”

“always.”

“typical, your father shows up and everyone forgets about uncle padfoot”

both you and harry laugh at that 

but the mood was somber 

harry then speaks up

“does it hurt?”

it was the first time either of you had confirmed that you both knew what was going to happen 

“dying? not at all, quicker than falling asleep.”

“will you stay with me?”

“until the very end. 

james is the one who answers, looking teary eyes at his son

and you know you cant go any further 

harry has to do this alone 

its quite symbolic actually 

the one time you'd let go of the reigns 

removed the protective arms you had around your baby brother 

he’d die 

but you had to do it 

so everything goes as planned 

harry dies

comes back

we love a resurrecting king 

and the war ends 

when you got back home from the war 

let’s say you are still living at grimmauld place seeing as it was left to you 

the first thing you do is go through old photos with harry 

any and everything you can get your hands on 

you see your mother’s sparkling green eyes

the same eyes your brother had 

and your father’s unruly mop of curls 

the same wave pattern in your dark hair 

everything finally felt right 

tags:

@pogueslandia

@vsawyer1989​

@lifeofkaze

@siriusement

@erinruby003

@maybesandohnos

@onlyfreds

@fullofsourgrapes

[atinytokki]

Paradise

iv. The Pearl in the Oyster  

By the time San was seated in the boat with the wind on his face and the shores of his town on the horizon, he had overcome his shock at discovering a secret pirate refuge.

Jiyong and Mr. Shim had fussed over him and grilled him with questions after he was rescued, but from a combination of the fact that he wasn’t sure whether he had imagined the whole ordeal and the fact that he was terrified, he hadn’t given them much information.

“Please don’t tell my grandparents,” he suddenly begged as the Namhae docks came into view.

“San, you were lost in the caves for nearly an hour,” Mr. Shim argued as he adjusted the sails. “It would be irresponsible of me not to tell them.”

“But I’m not hurt!” San argued back, getting to his feet and swaying slightly with the momentum of the boat. “And they’ll only be angry at me for running away!”

Mr. Shim frowned at him, but he didn’t scold him again, so San took it as a sign to continue.

“Didn’t you ever wander off as a boy? You wouldn’t have wanted your parents to know, would you?”

“I did have my mischievous days,” the man admitted. “But I matured and stayed away from dangerous places until I could handle myself.”

He delivered this last line with a pointed glance, one that told San if he could shape up, he would be off the hook.

A smile grew on his face and he nodded eagerly.

“Alright,” Mr. Shim chuckled. “I was young once too, wasn’t I?”

San greeted the now familiar shores of his island with relief and helped to unload the boat until his grandparents appeared at the docks to collect him.

The old sailor reported that they had enjoyed a refreshing and uneventful time in the markets of Dalhae, true to his word. San waved goodbye to the two and flopped around in the back of the cart on the ride home.

Warm food in his belly and a gentle breeze  blowing through his window, San told Haneul of his adventures and organised her shells into a small wooden chest until Grandmother poked her head in and told them to go to bed.

Even as he stared into the fireplace and tried to fall asleep, the eyes of the pirate lingered in the back of his mind. 

Supposing San had gotten all the adventure that he needed, Grandfather put him to work in the carpentry shop the next morning and even more frequently after.

When he was out of the room, busy selling his wares in town, or asleep at the desk, San took it as an opportunity to stretch his sore leg and practice fighting invisible pirates in the carpentry shop unsupervised.

Of course, this resulted in the destruction of some of the carving displays and plank storage, so Grandfather passed him off to Grandmother while he cleaned up after him, and San was subject to quiet reading and a picnic on the beach for the afternoon.

For a boy with an active imagination, San’s life had become rather boring. Unless it was about pirates, it wasn’t interesting enough, so Grandmother in her indulgence gifted him a few naval history books in the hopes that he would be satiated. 

He was unsuccessful in discovering the identities of the pirates in the caves no matter how hard he researched, especially when all he had to go on was the fact that one had been sporting a peg leg (apparently a common occurrence among pirates) and the other had seemed... young. 

San had all but given up hope when one rainy day in late autumn, the familiar tapping sound of a peg leg resounded from the front path. 

His head shot up from where he had been in deep focus at his little desk, whittling a wooden ship (that Grandfather had discouraged, and didn’t need to know about) and he counted two seconds before the jangle of the bell rung out and the customer was on the doorstep, silhouetted by dripping rain that blinked silver in the lightning flash.

Suddenly, the stranger stepped closer and just like that, the fantasy was shattered. San didn’t recognise this man from the caves.

“Wh-Who are you?” He croaked out weakly, standing from his chair and watching the peg leg man intently. Pirate or no pirate, San was ready to defend the house from him if need be.

The man frowned and closed the door behind him, adjusting his satchel with an unreadable look in his eye. “I was informed you’d be expecting me.”

If they were expecting him, San wasn’t aware of the fact. It had only been three days since the magistrate had been over for dinner, and San’s grandparents didn’t invite guests that frequently. 

“Who are you, exactly?” He asked, trying to be polite, catching himself with a late bow.

“Oh, hello Dr. Hong!” 

Right on cue, Grandfather rushed out from the back room and came to shake hands with the man, whose large bag made a lot more sense now. 

A doctor.

San didn’t like doctors.

“I hope San didn’t let you stand out in the rain,” Grandfather was saying with a pointed glance that told San he was in trouble if he had.

“No, not at all,” Dr. Hong laughed as he was helped out of his coat. “The lad seemed wary, but I can see why.”

The doctor tapped his peg leg on the rug and San blushed at being called out. “I’ll tell you how I got it if you ask,” the man continued with a bright smile. “But first, I have a patient to attend to!”

Grandfather and the doctor hurried upstairs and left San to his own devices, wondering why a doctor had been called and quieting his intense curiosity about the peg leg as it began to grow again.

He finished the masts by the time Dr. Hong returned to the shop. Sensing the boy’s nervousness, the doctor quickly reassured him his visit was only a routine checkup.

“Haneul is doing well, all things considered,” he told him softly. “Though, you must always protect her and keep her healthy.”

San agreed in a heartbeat, not too naïve to forget why he was here on Namhae in the first place. 

Everything was for Haneul.

“Ah, yes, the leg,” the guest remembered just before leaving. 

San perked up and scooted closer to hear the tale. 

“It was back in my Navy days, before I picked up medicine,” he explained. “I was a gunner on one of those cargo transport ships, the Royal Longtail, back when the East Colonies were just starting out and the trade routes were being established. We were attacked by pirates on the trip back and I, an inexperienced soldier, was shot in the leg and carted to the infirmary for the rest of the battle. I thought for a few harrowing moments that I was on the brink of death, but somehow I was saved.”

“How?” San nearly burst out, leaning on the edge of his seat.

Dr. Hong displayed his peg leg again. “The surgeon chopped off my leg just above the knee and managed to stop the bleeding. That miracle— the one that saved my life— convinced me to switch to the field of surgery. It’s quite new and underdeveloped but as you can see, real results are happening!”

San smiled at the satisfying conclusion of the story and bid the doctor farewell.

He still didn’t like them as a rule, but he could make an exception for this one.  

Haneul claimed to be doing fine when San brought the evening meal up to her bedroom where she lay staring at the ceiling, but her skin was pale and clammy and from the way she was breathing he could tell she was anxious about something.

“Do you... want me to sit with you?” He asked timidly, unsure how to help once he’d set the plate on her bedside table and closed the window to shut out the breeze.

“No, just leave me alone,” his half-sister muttered, rolling over to face the wall and leaving San hurt and confused.

Without another word, he crept away and into his own room, tucking himself into bed. He knew not to take it personally, that sometimes she just got into moods like this when she was discouraged about her illness.

But it made San worry that the doctor hadn’t in fact told him everything.

Haneul appeared at breakfast but refused to play with him when he returned from school, in the few hours San had before he would be herded back into the carpentry shop.

It was disappointing but San took it as an opportunity to look for new friends, something he hadn’t put much effort into since arriving.

There were a couple of teenage girls with a five year old brother playing further down the beach on the rocks, the opposite way as Mr. Shim’s house, so San strolled over and introduced himself.

“I haven’t seen you before,” he admitted shyly. “Do you usually play further up the beach?”

“Yes,” the older of the two explained. “But today we’ve come here because of the construction.”

“Construction?” San asked, confused.

The girl pointed past the rooftops to the harbour where the masts craned like birds flocking along the shoreline. “The naval garrison. They’re finally building it.”

“It’s loud!” The little boy whined, crying when a particularly large swell washed him face-down into the sand. 

San giggled and helped him up, seamlessly joining in their hunt for oysters while they told him what the garrison in town was going to look like.

He couldn’t help but glance over the hill and wonder what it would mean for Namhae. The more Navy presence, the less likely pirates would appear. And the less likely the two from the Dalhae caves would appear.

As San cracked open an oyster and, to his amazement, found a lucky pearl, he decided maybe it was for the better.

He’d had his adventure- enough adventure for a lifetime. 

...

A/N:  Guess who finished her semester!!!!! It was a rough one tbh but now I can write unhindered so expect more from me soon, but in the meantime don't forget to rb and comment <3

← Previous | Masterlist | Next →

[primasveraas-writing]

the love between us

Request: “maybe Finn coming out to Poe and telling Poe how he feels while he does so?”

Thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy! Ship/drabble requests are open.

WORD COUNT: 1630

XXX

Beside him, Finn bounces his leg up and down anxiously. Poe notices, of course, as he always does whenever Finn seems uncomfortable, but he says nothing. 

Finn’s nervousness is not unusual. When he first joined the Resistance, an apprehensive air surrounded him constantly, as if the former Stormtrooper believed himself to be an intruder on the base, soon to be cast out and rejected again. Poe had urged him to confide in him or Rey about his doubts, but quickly came to learn that Finn would always confide in Poe, even if it took him a few days to organize his thoughts first. 

Yet, as Poe reminds himself to give Finn time, the other man reviews the words he wants to say. It’s hard to think straight, with his heart pounding in his ears, but he takes a deep breath and remembers.

The affection Finn had experienced upon leaving the First Order was strange and would have even seemed unnatural had he not immediately met Poe and Rey, who presented their causal love and adoration as the most normal thing in the universe. They had enveloped him with warmth and kindness, and he was reborn the day he met them both. As much as abandoning the First Order was his own journey, his new friends were the beacons of light that showed him the way to the first home he ever truly knew.

Yet it was so new to Finn, who still had loved them instantly and unabashedly. The unfamiliarity of it all made it difficult to name and quantify his feelings because friendship did not quite describe these bonds.

And Poe, especially Poe, is different.

He knows Rey is the best friend he’ll ever have. Their understanding of each other is unique and inexplicably deep; their relationship had formed as they entered a galactic conflict as rebels, as people finally free to experience society not as outcasts or soldiers, but as real people. Rey gives him wonderful hugs and makes him laugh and smile with just a few words, and she’ll grab his hand to go exploring on the Resistance base because she wants to see the broad array of life out in the forests and lakes. She has beautiful, untempered curiosity and wonderment, and this makes her all the more special to Finn.

Poe is similar in many ways. He hugs Finn close and always ensures that Finn is happy and content with the Resistance. Poe holds Finn’s hand whenever Finn needs reassurance, and Poe has made it his special mission to show Finn all that he missed during his upbringing in the First Order.

But the differences stand out too. When the two men hug, Finn can’t help but notice Poe’s scent (x-wing grease and caf), and he never wants their contact to end, no matter the context of their embrace. Finn is hyper-aware when their bodies are pressed up against each other, a fact that consistently starts to make heat flush across his cheeks. He also fixates on the sensation of Poe’s palm against his, of his rough callouses from years of flying and shooting blasters, whenever they hold hands. When they have meals together, and Finn has the luxury of sitting across from Poe, he quietly observes the shape of the other man’s jaw, of the stubble that appears between lunch and dinner, or of the slight beard that begins to grow during the more stressful days of the war, when Poe neglects both to sleep and shave. Finn likes when Poe runs his fingers through his own hair, letting his curls spring free, and the casualness with which Poe displays his handsomeness. He likes it when Poe curses in the native language of Yavin IV, or when he regales Finn with stories of his upbringing, describing his mother and father, their heroism in the days of the original Rebellion. On these occasions, Poe exhibits a rare vulnerability, expressing his dreams to be as great as his parents one day, gently confiding his hopes and dreams in Finn. It’s something tender passed between them, and Finn knows to cherish these instances; oftentimes, they are the happy thought that carries him off to a peaceful sleep.

Finn likes all of these things about Poe, so much so that when he thinks about them too much, a tightness swells in his chest, restricting his breathing and consuming his emotions to the point where Finn feels like he’s going to cry. He wouldn’t be able to explain it if he did: whether he’d be crying from joy or frustration or sadness, he’d never know. He likes so much about Poe- no. Not likes.

Finn loves Poe. Finn loves every aspect of the other man, every physical detail, every movement and act of compassion that he’s ever seen from the pilot. In the First Order, there was no word for it, no description of what it meant for a man to love another man, so Finn was anguished and dismissive until the dam inside him burst. He couldn’t deny it anymore, he couldn’t dismiss the strength of the love in his heart. It’s almost by accident that he sees it, and discovers that same-sex couples are supported and celebrated with the Resistance, but Finn surpasses his initial surprise, and everything clicks into place. His bond with Poe is more than friendship, more than casual affection. Having a word for it, an intelligible feeling to describe his emotions, makes him feel so much better, and relief overwhelms him. Now he knows; this is a fact that cannot be explained or swept away. Finn loves Poe with the whole of his being and this is the strongest, most immutable force in the galaxy.

Finn inhales, then exhales, forcing the air out through his mouth slowly. His throat feels sticky, but he’s made up his mind. After wiping the sweat off his palm, Finn reaches out to hold Poe’s hand.

The pilot hesitates, surprised, but clutches Finn’s fingers back, smiling gently. His brow is pinched with worry, so Finn speaks before Poe can.

“Poe,” he says, and although his anxiety may swallow him whole, he is glad that is voice is steady and calm, “you might already know this, cause it hasn’t always been easy to hide, but…”

There’s no turning back, Finn knows. He’s begun, and it will follow them both until he finishes, and probably long after, no matter how Poe responds. Subconsciously, he taps his fingers against his thigh, exuding his nervous energy. Finn thinks of Poe and his gentle kindness and understands that Poe loves him even if he doesn’t love Finn in the same way that Finn loves Poe. It will hurt, but it will be enough. Above all else, Finn is ready to say it.

“I’m in love with you,” Poe is squeezing his hand tightly, eyes shining and soft. “I didn’t know how to say it, or even what I felt at first, but I do. More than anything or anyone else in the universe.”

Silence hangs between them; Poe’s mind is racing, and Finn can see it in the way his eyes crinkle and his mouth twitches as Poe clearly tries and fails to maintain a neutral expression. But Finn is free, a weight soaring off his chest, and he is relieved. Whatever lies ahead is beyond his control, but he has said his part, even if Poe is about to break his heart.

Poe’s mouth opens, then closes. Finn realizes that he probably should have provided more context, or begun with something else, but Poe clears his throat, and asks: “Can I kiss you?”

His hands are shaking, now raised and hovering about Finn’s face, asking silent permission to hold him, to bring their lips together. In reply, Finn nods, already leaning in, and Poe does, slow and patient at first, then hungry as the moment sets in. Poe pulls Finn close to him, slinging his legs across Finn’s lap, pressing their bodies together. It is desperate, and Finn understands what it is to want, to need another person. His fingers find Poe’s dark curls, and all he knows is the softness of Poe’s hair, and the plushness of their lips against each other, the warmth of Poe’s body, and the tingles of joy spreading from his stomach to his very fingertips.

Then, Poe runs his tongue along Finn’s bottom lip, and Finn, after making an initial noise of surprise, leans in further. They don’t separate until a small eternity has passed; they are both breathless and there is heat in their cheeks. Finn wants more, he never wishes for this moment to end, but Poe is still close and half slung over him, and he loves Finn too, and it is wonderful.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Poe says, and now he’s smiling, flashing the gorgeous grin that Finn first fell for, when he came undone on the Finalizer of all places. It only took seconds, and he was hopelessly lost to the other man.

A skeptical eyebrow raises. “Actually, I bet I do, Dameron.”

Poe laughs, slinging an arm around Finn’s back so that he can rest his head on his beloved’s shoulder. There’s no better sound, not one more musical or that lifts Finn’s spirits as Poe’s laugh does, and it’s infectious. They’re both grinning like fools, and they’re happy.

Later on, Finn will explain his decision, his confession, the depths of his feelings and the confusion that they imparted. Poe will listen, offer advice, his own experiences with love and desire, and Finn will know, more certainly than ever before, that he has found his home.

But now, tangled in Poe’s embrace, there is nothing but each other, and the love between them.

[weabbynormalblog]

We are what we think and eat Challenge ~ make better choices or try something new.

Finally got to my family doctor. Man what a sucky wake up call, very high blood pressure is serious stuff. So no more caffeine, one of the last dark horses and more exercise needed, still on my journey to better health. I will doge this bullet as well hopefully. First no more coffee thats a given. Ive knocked that habit before. I can surly taper back to 1 or 2 cups. Then herbal tea, juice, water from then on maybe a tea after dinner or b4 bed.

Instead of 30 minute work outs Im adopting small exercise breaks through out the day for 5-7 minutes. Its Quarentine after all. I need to stay in shape, that means walking, swimming and some kind of aerobic work. My ankles and knees are complaining so instead of walking I must get creative.Theres no swimming right now. I do have a mini indoor bike and tension elastics. I guess its time to get into more of it but in a different way. There's only up to go, really. Someone told me the reason I'm on my own right now, is because I can do it on my own. If you find yourself alone know that you can help yourself. You can take control and make a difference. We all feel powerless at some point or another on our trip. I do know how to get into good health and its worked for me so far. I know its by supporting all the parts of me that my journey will be most enjoyable.

Exercise now benefits future better moods. Platies are great low impact exercises designed to strengthen your core. Your on your side back front etc. Do what you can. Sets of 8 and start slow and work your way up. Yoga too is so beneficial. I have my go to moves that are just for my current physical state. Its considered Adaptive Yoga. Thats the beauty of it, you can be in almost any state of health and still do yoga and it keeps you flexible as well as works with different breathing and stress management technics. Good for your lungs and overall health.

Low physical strength, enjoy the various recovery posses. The misconception about yoga is that you need to be able to stand on your head to be good at it. Myth busted. So far from actual truth. Yes yoga does require practice even when using the recovery positions. You need to go at your own skill level and pace. The last 6 months or so exercising has been difficult since one of my wipe outs. Now under investigation by my Familly Physician. Still now knowing about the high blood pressure it makes sense. No more salt either. Small sacrifices in the name of longevity and good health. More meditation to have more calm to offset all that cortisol being released in my injured brain. I feel like my personal alarms are are going off 24/7. Always superstressed out. Yes I've had a lot of improvements with mindfulness training however under severe duress its really rough. I was triggered oh max by a health questionaire about Covid was in order to see my doctor. Sometimes I still need my safe space no joke. Often when knee jerk reactions happen its very difficult to hold all that water back. I've been offered a 24h slow release mood suppressant, Im always wary of new medication. I always rather try the homeopathy solution first.

We are what we think and eat. I have to remind myself of that every once in a while too. I'm not powerless. I can improve my health. Better food choices, no fat too or rather, leaner choices. That is one area where I can still improve. Less meat fat will be easy. Half the same amount of protein will now come from plants. I think I will take cues from none traditional Canadian customs. The biggest meal on our Continent is dinner, when we are usually least active. My biggest meal with be mid day. It will be comprised of all the necessary food groups based on availability and nutritional needs. Dinner will be soup, bread salad type kinda meals. Mutually beneficial. Sometimes during Quarentine I'm able to get Mangos for example. What a treat, nutrient rich from the other side of the Globe. Finding local and fresh produce can be difficult in the winter. Being under this Pandemic really puts all of us to the test. I've really come to appreciate local produce as well as imported. We are capable and we are not alone. Hang in there💚 When in doubt keep at whats working

[sky-scribbles]

Through Rebel Eyes

(I’m still filled with feelings from the Star Wars Rebels Season 3 finale so... *throws a random character study fanfic into the void and runs*)

~

The first thing Kallus notices about living with the Rebellion is how bright everything is.

He has lived his life among shades of black and white and grey. His years have been spent walking the polished corridors of Imperial strongholds and stations, standing on the spotless bridges of their ships. The world around him has been smooth, ordered, monochrome – and those things always meant safety for him. Colour and chaos were things he encountered only in battle, brought to him by blaster fire and bursts of flame.

But as the Ghost leaps through hyperspace – once, twice, three times, to shake off any pursuit as they head towards Yavin – it all changes. He, and the other battered souls the Ghost crew rescued from the ruined base on Atollon, collapse to sleep on chairs, on tables, some even curling up on the floor like children. And as Kallus lies there, exhausted but sleepless, he notices the paintings.

Sabine Wren has covered the insides of the ship with her signature graffiti, coloured shapes and emblems and figures coating nearly every available space. In the dim light, Kallus casts his eyes across them, and realises how comforting a sight they are. He isn’t sure why, until he sees the symbol, that symbol, the phoenix emblem that’s repeated again and again across the walls in ink of every possible hue. The symbol that, for years, set his teeth on edge when he saw it, because it represented chaos, it represented his enemies.

Now… it’s a symbol for freedom. It represents the rebellion – and that means it represents him.

Later, he learns that there’s more brightness to be found in this new life. Food, for instance. His first few meals with the rebellion are plain fare, ration packs dug out from the depths of the Ghost’s stores – there’s nothing else on board ship, and they have to stretch what little they have so as to feed the extra mouths. But then they reach Yavin.

Imperial food is of expert design. Every servant of the Empire – every stormtrooper and politician and intelligence agent –  is given the exact amount of energy they will need to take them through to their next meal. Galactic supply lines ensure that these meals are supplied to everyone, everywhere. They are made for maximum efficiency, and minimum cost, so that the men and women who form the turning cogs of the Empire may keep the great machine running without draining its resources. In fact, Kallus can probably count the number of actual solid meals he’s had since he began working for the Empire on his fingers – as far as his superiors are concerned, officers should get by on nutritive beverages. Fewer resources required, less time-wasting to consume.

Among the rebels, things could not be more different. Their supply lines are ramshackle, constantly under siege. Those supplies that arrive are often late, or smaller than expected. Perfectly-crafted meals are an impossibility – and so the rebellion does what it does best. It improvises.

They throw things together, bits of this shipment and bits of that, mixing foods that Kallus never imagined could share a plate. And they supplement everything, adding little bits of flair that make up for the patchwork nature of every meal. One day, the cooks slap fried convor eggs over what would otherwise be a regular dinner of fried meat. Another time, some Twi’lek scouts return from a mission on Ryloth bringing home some of their native spices, and they’re scattered liberally over the evening meal. They bring flavours into Kallus’s mouth that have simply never been there before, flavours that he never even knew existed.

This improvisation, this experimentation – it’s so strange, so… foreign. And it’s incredible. It’s as if he’s discovering his sense of taste for the first time.

And then… there are the people.

He’s seen groups of rebels before, of course, usually on the opposite side of a battlefield to him, and he remembers always taking the time to let a pulse of scorn work through him at the sight of them. Barely any armour, just motley assortments of clothing, maybe with a salvaged pauldron strapped on here or there. Almost never arranged in any kind of formation. And all different species, humans and Twi’leks and Togruta and Zabraks and decrepit clone troopers and stars only knew what else. It always disgusted Kallus before, because of how very unalike the Empire it was, how far a cry it was from what he was used to, from the rows of identical Stormtroopers in gleaming armour  –

And... there’s no avoiding it, he has to admit the truth. The sight of them disgusted him because the Empire always told him that humans were the most advanced of races, that they were the apex of civilisation. That aliens were strange and untrustworthy and unwelcome, that they were worthy only of being eliminated or ignored or controlled. And because a part of him believed it.

Kallus can’t deny that a part of him still does, though he’s battling it into submission. He’s been steadily working harder to silence it since a Lasat saved his life on Bahryn, since he learned the truth about what happened to the Geonosians, since a Twi’lek captain pulled his escape pod into her ship. He knows he has to fight the voice of his Imperial education if he’s ever going to truly belong here, and he thinks – he hopes he’ll win.

He hopes he’ll win, because of what he saw when the Ghost first touched down on Yavin IV. When he descended the gangway, still in his Imperial uniform, and saw a rebel base up close for the first time.

He saw the multitude of species, clad in pilot suits of every colour and jackets worn and frayed at the hems from long hours in the field or in the cockpit. He saw the way they ran to greet the survivors from Atollon, a few friends embracing, others cheering their escape, complete strangers shaking hands, a hundred voices welcoming Phoenix Squadron’s weary remnants to Yavin. He saw the easy camaraderie they all shared, though most of them had never even met, and he saw how every head bowed at the news of Commander Sato’s death. And he saw the way every hangar and corridor thrummed with activity, how a thousand beings from a hundred species were working together to keep this place alive.

And at last, he understood why the rebellion was still standing.

These rebels – they’re like life itself. Full of light and colour and energy, defying boundaries, refusing to be shoved into formations. The Empire, vast, unrelenting, made of faceless soldiers dressed in black and white, sinks its claws into the galaxy and tries to force everything into a perfect order. But that... that simply isn’t impossible. You can’t tame life, can’t impose order on it. It will always resist, always push back – always rebel.

This rebellion is the natural chaos of the galaxy, rising up against a force that would dim its colours and dull its flavours and silence its sounds. Small wonder so many have answered the call. Small wonder they pull victory from the jaws of defeat time and time again - and that even when they are beaten, they still survive.

That first evening on Yavin, Kallus sits in a corner of the busiest hangar and watches the rebels – his fellow rebels, he reminds himself – bustling by. He runs a hand through his tousled hair, and when an instinct shoots through him to find some way to tidy it, he ignores it. He’s spent years keeping it immaculate, but… immaculate is a word that doesn’t seem to have a place in this life. Gingerly, he feels his bruised face, mentally calculating how long his cut lip and gashed forehead will take to heal, and he realises that his jaw has grown rough from stubble.

He decides to leave it there. It feels, oddly, as if his own body is somehow absorbing the chaos around him, growing to become a part of it, and that – that feels natural. Right.

You have the heart of a rebel, Thrawn told him, at the top of that tower. Now, gazing out at the base, his base, Kallus feels that he’s grown the vision of one as well.

Through rebel eyes, he sees at last just how beautiful chaos can be.