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angstysebfan · 1 year ago

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Was It A Mistake - Part 2

Pairing: Bucky x Fem Reader Chapter Summary: Bucky is trying to wrap his head around what Y/N, while Nat tries to console him. Things come to a head after a date night. Warnings: Angst, some cursing and arguing, manipulation?

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Bucky felt about 20 different emotions at the same time as he walked to his room and closed the door. He was so confused about this entire situation. You just made it seem like you didn’t want to break up with him at all and only did because he pushed you away. But when he was planning to propose, Nat told him that you had expressed no longer being in love with him. That you wanted to end the relationship, thus causing him to push you away. Did Nat lie to him? Are you lying now? What was going on?

God how broken you looked just now that all he wanted to do was hold you. He's still completely in love with you. Yes, he started to develop some feelings for Nat, but in his mind, it will always you. You will hold his heart forever. Even if it's been crushed. He sits on his bed with his head in his hands as thoughts kept rushing through. Nothing was making any sense. Then he hears a knock on his door and hopes it might be you, coming to explain more, but when he opens the door, it's not you. It's Nat.

“Hey baby. You okay?” Nat asked with a small smile.

He doesn't return the smile and walks back to his bed. He sits down with a sigh and looks up at her, “I… something doesn’t add up,” he says.

She frowns, looking confused, closing his door and sitting next to him. She grabs his metal hand, “What do you mean?”

He pulls his hand away and stands, needing some space. “Y/N made it seem like she never wanted break up with me. That she only did because I became distant,” Bucky turns to look at Nat, frowning. “But I only became distant after you swore to me she wanted to break up.”

Nat doesn’t show any emotion on her face as she looks at Bucky, making it hard for him to read her. Then she sighs shaking her head, “Bucky, she is upset right now after finding out about us. Of course she'll lie to have you believe it's your fault. It's to protect herself since it's you and me,” Bucky thought about what she is saying, but you never lied to make other people feel bad for you. In fact thats a pet peeve of yours.

“I mean… I don’t know. That's not Y/N. Something's not matching up here. I mean, I understand her being upset since you're her best friend and I'm her ex, but she REALLY made it sound like she didn’t want to break up with me and that I hurt her by the distance,” Bucky says.

Nat stands up and walks over the Bucky, sadness in her eyes, “So you think I am lying to you?” Nat asks, tears coming to her eyes. "I don't understand what you are trying to say. I mean... I-I told you what was going on to protect you. I didn't want her to hurt you, and then I've sat here listening to you cry over her for so long. I've been your shoulder, the one you've trusted, and NOW you suddenly think I'm lying? Do you really think that little of me?"

Bucky panics for a moment before bringing Nat into his arms and kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. I'm just really confused by her reaction. I'm sorry.”

Nat looks up at him, tears still in her eyes. Buck strokes her face and kisses her softly on the lips. “I meant it when I said I am falling for you Bucky. I hope you know I would never do anything to hurt you. You mean so much to me.”

Bucky give her a soft smile, "Yea, I meant it when I said I was falling for you too.”

Nat pushes up and kisses him again, giggling against his lips.

You are standing outside Bucky’s room, listening to their entire conversation. Rage is flowing in you. That FUCKING bitch!! You couldn't believe that Nat had manipulated both you and Bucky. She caused Bucky to distance himself from you, then convinced you to end it. THEN had the audacity to be his shoulder to cry on, while also being yours, and took advantage! Just swooping in and being his new girl. You want to tell Bucky everything, but at this point, with Nat lying so well, would he even believe you?

Is it even worth it to try? Maybe you and Bucky are not meant to be together after all. That thought hurts.

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Over the next two weeks you decide to keep your distance from Bucky and Nat, while you contemplate what to do. Nat seemed to be handling it fine, didn't even try to reach out to you. Bucky, however, was absolutely miserable. He still needed you in his life more than he was willing to admit. Now not having you as at least a friend was more painful than the break up, because now he doesn't have you at all.

He kept going to the gym in the morning, hoping you'd be there, but you never showed up. You changed the time you go to the gym just to avoid him. You stopped eating with the team too, so he couldn’t even see you in a group setting. He missed you. He needs to see you.

“Everything okay, Buck?” Steve asked one day while they were sparring in the gym. Steve was able to knock Bucky down four times, while barely breaking a sweat. “You seem a little off your game lately?”

Bucky sits up on the mat, after being taken down again. “No, I’m fucking miserable. I haven’t seen Y/N in weeks. She's purposefully avoiding me and I miss her.”

Steve sits down next to Bucky, “I mean do you blame her? You're dating her best friend.”

Bucky looked at Steve with pain and confusion in his eyes. Steve frowns in concerned for his friend after seeing that look.

“I know," Bucky said, "but, I think it’s more than that. She made it seem like she didn’t want to break up with me in the first place. That-that she only did because I distanced myself from her. But I only did that because I was told that she wanted to break up with me! I'm just so fucking confused.”

Steve’s eyebrows were now raised. “You never told me someone said Y/N wanted to break up with you. Who was it?”

Bucky shrugged. “Does it matter? She still broke up with me, so they were right. I just don't know why Y/N's acting like she didn't want to. I mean you should have seen her face,Steve. She's devastated.”

Steve shook his head. He knew that you didn’t want to break up with Bucky. He knew you were hurt by how distant Bucky was, and thought ending it and being friends would be better than nothing. Steve tried to get you to talk to him, but he knows his friend didn't make it easy for you.

Bucky sighs in frustration, “Anyway, I gotta go. I’m taking Nat on a date tonight.”

Both men stand up. “Where you going?” Steve asked as they walked over to grab their water and towels.

“Oh… uh… that steakhouse on 43rd,” Bucky said quietly, avoiding eye contact with Steve.

“Wasn’t that yours and Y/N's place?” Steve asked, surprised.

“Yeah, uh…. I tried to convince Nat to go somewhere else, but she was adamant she wanted to go there… so,” Bucky shrugged and headed out of the gym, leaving Steve shaking his head. Something was not right about this whole thing.

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Later that night, you’re sitting in the common room watching re-runs of “The Office”. You knew that Bucky and Nat were gone, so you figured it was safe to come out of your room for a little while. You didn’t realize how long you were sitting out there though, cause you suddenly heard the ding of the elevator, giggling and kissing sounds coming from the elevators.

You look down the hall and see Nat pressing Bucky against the wall, kissing him passionately. You quickly close your eyes, and fight the nausea. You just prayed they would go straight to one of their rooms and not come into the common room, since you could not get back to your room without passing them.

Luck, however, was not on your side, as they made their way to the common room and kitchen. They both stop short when they see you sitting on the couch. Bucky feels relieved to see you, as he takes a small step toward you as he whispers your name. Nat, however, is completely expressionless, as were you. You look down at her hand and see she has a to-go bag. Nat sees what you are looking at and turn the bag to show you the label a small smirk on her lips.

Your eyes widen and shoot up to a smirking Nat then to Bucky, anger and hurt evident in your eyes. You can't believe he would take her to your place! Maybe he really was stupid enough to believe Nat's lies, and doesn't care about you or your feelings anymore. Bucky realizes what you saw and wants nothing more than to comfort you. The guilt he feels is suffocating. He knew he should've taken Nat somewhere else.

“Doll, please, let me explain…” You lift your hand to stop him, not wanting to hear an excuse from your ex. He takes another step closer to you, but you quickly get up from the couch, further away from him. The action makes his heart break, "Doll, please -"

“Don’t…. you... fucking... dare!” You yell angrily, your voice steady with rage.

Bucky closed his mouth and swallows the lump in his throat. God, he wants to just die seeing the pain in your eyes.

Nat takes a step toward you, slowly, “Y/N, you need to calm down.” She says the words softly and calmly, like she was talking to caged animal. It pisses you off even more, if that was even remotely possible.

You look at her and point in her face, “You, don’t fucking talk to me, ever again, bitch! You're a liar and a manipulator! You think I don’t know what you did? Do you really think I don’t know how you lied to the man you're supposedly falling for so that we could break up? You think I don't know your whole plan was take Bucky for yourself!” Nat showed no emotion, but Bucky looks between you both confused.

“Y/N, you are not making any sense. You need to calm down. We can talk about this like adults,” Nat said calmly.

You laugh, “Fuck you! You think I'd ever believe anything you have to say? You're the one who told Bucky I wanted to break up with him! It’s because of you that he distanced himself from me! Then you told me to break up with him because of how hurt I was. It's because of you that I've been even more heartbroken. Trying to pretend that I could just be friends with the man I love more than anything! I mean you really thoughts this plan through. I guess I should commend you on your success, but at the end of the day, you're nothing but a second fucking choice!"

Bucky is shocked by your words. Is everything you're saying true? Did Nat manipulate this whole thing and he fell right into her trap? He looks at Nat, who is just staring at you, not letting any emotion leak from her features.

“Nat?” Bucky whispers, hurt in his voice.

Hearing Bucky, you deflate and run from them to your room and slam your door. You collapse on your bed openly sobbing.

Meanwhile, Bucky's still looking at Nat, who still hasn’t turned around to face him.

“Is it true?” Bucky asks, his voice softly stern.

“Of course not!” Nat yells turning toward Bucky, her eyes tearing up and looking... crazy. “She's lying to break us up, Bucky! And I understand that she's hurt, but to come up with this absolute absurd story is just hurtful! She was supposed to be my best friend!” Nat starts crying. Bucky just stands there looking at her, stunned to silence. She also runs from the room, leaving Bucky to his thoughts.

He doesn’t know what to think. He, honestly doesn’t know what he would do if you were telling the truth. To know that he was manipulated, again, especially by someone he is supposed to trust, would completely break him. On top of knowing that he broke your heart in the process. He doesn't know what to do.

Steve's in the hallway and heard the whole fight. He can’t believe Nat would manipulate you and Bucky like that. It makes him angry, and sad for his friends, who are meant to be together. Bucky had bought a ring and everything. He had to help them, whether they end up together or not, he knows Bucky deserves to know who Nat has become.

Part 1 / Part 3

Steve to the rescue! Nat is a clever bitch, but can she keep up with this game with Steve now entering the chat? Feedback is appreciated.

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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 1 year ago

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Hii! I love all your writings. They never fail to amaze me ;) I was wondering if you can write a smut where chan comes home later than he promised y/n and sees her wearing lingerie but she’s fast asleep. He notices dried up tears and wants to make up for it, so he decided to wake her up to rough …

Omg but I love youu, if you do mine I’ll be starstruck :’)

Heya 😊 I would love to do this omg I can totally imagine this happening here’s a chan pov for you 😁

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader

Genre:🌶️🌶️🌶️

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, cream pie, use of bad language.

Chan pov

I walk into our apartment, and the smell of my favourite incense lingers in the air. I glance over to the living room. "She must be sleeping," I whisper as I place my bag on the table; there's a clucking sound.

"Shit", I whisper out of shock. I look down, and the table is set..."why?"

Looking over to the kitchen, I noticed dishes in the sink; however, that's common for Y/n to leave dishes in the sink. It was a pet peeve of mine; however, she was just so damn cute, so I let her get away with it most nights.

"I'll do them in the morning," I muttered to myself.

I have had the most stressful day. I want to curl into my bed and sleep for hours. As I walk towards the bedroom, undoing my shirt, I see a flickering light from what I think is a candle.

It's not like y/n to leave a candle on, I think to myself as I walk closer to the room. It wasn't until I saw her lying there fast asleep in her favourite laced lingerie that I knew I had fucked up.

"No…shit….was that tonight?" I said, looking at my calendar.

HOME EARLY

Oh, I've fucked up big time here; the dinner table was for me, she burnt my favourite incense, the lingerie, IM A FUCKING IDOT.

I have to be the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends. I couldn't believe it….I failed her; look at her. She's so perfect, the way her hair covers her face and her arm rests under her sleeping face.

"I'm a fucking asshole", I mumble to myself.

"Channie….is that you?" Her voice grumbled.

"Princess, I am so sorry," I say, crawling up the bed and hovering over her body. I will beg for her forgiveness.

"Your home," she smiled softly.

"I am so sorry…. I'm so late."

"It's okay…. I'm sure you had a good reason," she said, combing through my hair.

I didn't have a good reason at all. I don't know how I was going to tell her. I just forgot that she had planned a night for us together. GOD, IM SUCH A DICK!

"Well, I'm home now." That's when the idea popped into my head. I began to lean in and softly brush my lips against hers.

"Let me make it up to you, princess. Please."

Her lips were softly pressed against mine. "It's not your fault," she mumbled.

"It is my fault" I can't believe I forgot; she will be devastated. She frowns like she doesn't understand what I'm saying.

"You will have to spell this one out for me."

"I forgot…. I'm so sorry…I got caught up. I had it on my calendar…. I'm a fucking asshole…. I don't deserve you, so if you want to break up with me, I totally understand."

That's when I saw her tear-stained face, and my heart dropped to my stomach. "Baby….did I make you cry?"

Her eyes tear up. "I didn't mean to…I knew being your girlfriend was going to be hard….but I don't know….the thought of you forgetting me broke me."

I crashed my lips into hers; I love her so much I don't want her to feel forgotten. I have to make an effort. "Please…let me take care of you", I plead.

My hands slide down her hips pulling her body closer to mine as I start rolling her hips into my body. "I don't ever want you to think I've forgotten you....you're all I think about all day", I say, kissing down her cheeks. "I can't wait to come home to you…" I say, kissing her neck.

"I got complacent…. I'm an asshole," kissing down her shoulder blades.

She moans, and it's like music to my ears. "I'm an asshole," I continue, kissing down her collarbone; I'm trying to think of the last time we had sex.

Reaching my hand down, I can feel her soaking. "Baby…when was the last time we?" I said, swallowing hard.

"A couple of weeks," she moaned.

FUCK I have neglected her for that long. "I'm sorry, princess…. I'll make it up to you now."

Her hand slid under my button-up and slid my shirt off my shoulders. "I want you to fuck me how I like", she says, biting my bottom lip.

"I can do that", I groan.

I readjust my body as I crawl down the bed to untie my shorts; I can see her body better now; her breasts look breathtaking, her smooth skin glistening in the candlelight. My cock bounces out as I pull my shorts down.

She sits up and pulls me back down onto the bed, my hands resting on her hips as our lips move in sink. I pull her underwear to the side. "You are so wet beautiful", I moan into her mouth.

"Fuck the foreplay Channie…. Just fuck me already" who am I to deny her what she wants.

I tug at her lace underwear. She lifts her hips to help me pull them off her body. The aroma of her arousal wafts up my nostrils "fuck”, I say, taking a deep breath; I would love nothing more than to taste her sweet centre right now, but she wants me inside her. I'm not going to deprive her of that.

I line myself up and slowly thrust inside, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head. Having been waiting for weeks like this, how could I neglect her?

"You take me so well", I grunt as I thrust myself inside her. I grip her hips and pick up the pace, pushing myself deeper and deeper inside her. Her moans are getting louder as I thrust, and I can feel her inner walls tightening around me. I can feel her body shaking, and I know she's close.

I grip her throat with one hand and choke her lightly as I increase the pace. She moans louder, and I can feel her orgasm nearing. I don't stop, and I can feel her body quivering with pleasure. I can feel her tense up as her orgasm takes over her body.

"You are so sexy when you cum" I kiss her neck and trail my tongue up to her lips. I start to kiss her passionately, exploring her mouth with my tongue. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer. I can feel her breathing become heavier as I continue to kiss her.

"I've missed you", she whines while she pulls away to breathe. I smile, caress her face, tracing her cheekbones with my fingertips, and look into her eyes. I can tell she is aroused by the way her eyes are glistening and the way she is trembling in my arms.

A/n I’ll cut it there 😊 let me know if you would like a part 2

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foreverformula1 · 1 year ago

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F1 hard truth:

Lando Norris’ hardships in basic academics as shown in Grill the Grid isn’t solely the fault for training for F1 and dyslexia but also probably his lack of interest regarding educating himself and/or how he was academically educated growing up.

Because it’s interesting how this argument comes up only when it’s about Norris and sometimes some others too. But all drivers are pretty much average and Verstappen who is known for being the Top 1 at the moment, has a shocking pre F1 victory strike since Karting days (LITERALLY NEVER ARRIVING SECOND!) , countless stories about his hardships with his father coaching him since he was about 3 years old and making F1 all of his life, is often one of the best at these same games.

Fernando Alonso and Sabastian Vettel too.

The truth is that one might not me much intelligent and that’s about it, I completely understand it and struggle with it myself even when I was pushed academically more than my classmates.

But it becomes inexcusable when you don’t know where your country is. Something a 7 year old can do. He, like the others, travel the world as a job, even in their karting days.

We can sympathise with it and him, but don’t make excuses ,come up with theories or put the blame on motorsport. It shows that you are trying to sugarcoat it because you are aware that there’s no defence for it. He’s just … uneducated on basic geography but you don’t want to think about it because you like him. But you don’t have to “unfollow” him because of it. You can still like everything else about him while admitting that it can be better and surely without shaming him!

I believe that formal institutionalised academics are to ensure a certain level is reached. You actually can learn everything alone but of course, can’t or are not allowed to do some things without certification, for everyone’s safety. So it doesn’t make sense that just because someone didn’t complete high school, they are illiterate and completely stupid. As someone who comes from countries with actual illiterate people and is the daughter of one (who is now literate but you can see the struggle when one reached a certain age and the brain has harder times correcting some errors). So please stop theorizing that just because he or other drivers haven’t attended university or maybe have not finished high school, they are uneducated.

Edit: I saw the replies and rechecked my post, you are right and I modified the term. But I want to explain that I did not mean that he is actually stupid. I was just lacking of words and terms to explain what I meant. Now I replaced it with “Uneducated on basic geography” because I know very well he has other theological knowledge that would be hard to me. The “illiterate” part is misunderstood, I meant that as a way to indeed say that I believe the contrary: People can be literate without high school. I added it there because a pet peeve of mine is people actually being convinced that without a minimum of 3 years of university makes you illiterate all of a sudden. It’s a silly mentality to me, and it’s always an ick when a “fan” of him uses this “excuse”. I wanted to be understood but I messed up and I am sorry, but I hope you people understand what I meant in general with the post. I did not make it to shade him or point it out unlike many people in various social medias and comments under these videos;

I made this post to tell people who overanalyze and over-excuse him to just let it be. That’s it. It’s backhanded to put so much energy into this and prove otherwise when it’s plain simple (and other factors could play a role in it too, I know). But some people want to gaslight themselves into thinking that a celebrity of their liking is not as amazing(according to their personal standards and values) as they wish they were. People do this with other celebrities too, pushing the narrative that one is “secretly intentionally chaotic” or the contrary, just an example. People need to accept their celebrities without the guilt for one thing that turns them off. Or at least respect it and not force said narrative. People will gaslight themselves into changing the smallest details about celebrities to “vibe” better with them. Especially females (or maybe I notice it more with them because I am also one?), for example they will make hundreds of posts to show that they appreciate the female star’s natural voice when in reality it’s just simply at its’ deepest. I think it’s tied with the “not like the other girls” preference. Because they act like they have super high pitched voices when they simply are…ladies with an average feminine voice+feminine (sometimes hyper) style and persona. And all feminine things are now being called “cutesy” and childlike. When sometimes they are simply feminine /+and pretty. Because many times they are not even obnoxious at it. You’d think that they are talking about an anime girl voice, but it’s just a lady. They just don’t vibe with her voice and will gaslight themselves that she’s pushing it , ‘but that’s okay to them’.

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imtooscaredforthis · 9 months ago

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Entrapment

Chapter Twenty Seven: Peace & Love

Mentions of: Blackmailing, Manipulation (not from readers pov but still), alcohol, scars and mature themes

A/N: So sorry for the late update, but y’all can have a cute chapter as a reward <3

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You didn’t want to go to work today. You felt awful after what happened with Jed. One of your biggest pet peeves was when people took their anger out on you, making you miserable just because they’re having a bad day. And that’s exactly what you did. None of this was his fault. He knew you were having a hard time and he wanted you to have fun and you yelled at him and accused him. God, you felt awful.

It would be best if you apologized sooner rather than later. The longer you wait, the worse it’ll get. So you have to rip it off like a bandaid.

With a shaky breath, you messed with the string of your purse nervously. You watched as the number rose on the elevator, waiting for them to reach your floor and the doors to pull open.

When they did, you found yourself making a beeline straight for Jed’s desk. He was typing something on his monitor, hardly noticing your presence. You took a deep breath. “Hey.”

He looked up, locking eyes with you. He opened his mouth to speak, but you were already halfway through apologizing before he could even say anything.

“I’m really sorry about what happened on Friday. I was just stressed and I was saying things I didn’t mean, not that it’s a valid excuse or anything, and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, and-”

He got to his feet, pressing a comforting hand on your shoulder. Your mouth snapped shut. He smiled at you warmly. “There’s something I want to show you.”

You followed Jed to his car. He opened his glove compartment, pulling out an envelope. Inside were photos of all of Ghostface’s past victims.

“He sends me these, after every time he’s killed. No matter what I do, the next morning there’s a photo in my mailbox, with the same request. Write about this, or you’ll be next. Or worse…it’ll be someone I care about. There are nights when I can hardly sleep or eat, when I hate myself for what I have to do. I don’t enjoy writing about this ______, but I have no other choice. The only thing I can do is sit and wait for the police to catch him.”

You felt guilt and sympathy twist through your stomach. You knew exactly what he was going through, how dould you think anything less? How could you be so selfish? “Jed, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. You didn’t know. I haven’t told anyone this, and I can’t go to the police, or else he’ll…please ____, promise me you won’t tell anyone. If anything happened to you, I’d never be able to forgive myself.” He reached over, caressing your hands and giving them a soft squeeze.

“I promise.” You murmured. He slipped his hand from yours, touching your cheek softly, before leaning in and kissing you. You kissed him back, letting yourself melt into him. Letting his lips mold with yours.

It had been far too long since someone had touched you softly, since someone had touched you with so much care. It numbed all the pain, cleansed you from the dirtiness of Ghostface’s touch. It made your mind go blank, and for once, you forgot about everything.

He pulled away, smiling at you softly. “Would you like to get out of here? Just for today?”

“...Okay.”

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“I didn’t expect you to be such a romantic.” You remarked as he laid the blanket out on the grass. He shrugged at you with a grin. “What can I say? I’m full of surprises.”

You pulled out a bottle of cheap wine and sandwiches you had bought from the store, pouring a glass for yourself and for Jed. You gazed over at the river, admiring the view. It was beautiful.

“How did you find this spot?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“When the Ghostface murders started up, I needed space to clear my head and to write. And it’s so peaceful out here, beautiful too. It helps me think.” You watched him, studying the sincere expression on his face. There was a dark look in his eyes, one from the pain of knowing, the pain of being tortured. The pain you had felt almost every day.

You took a long couple of sips from your wine, turning to refill your glass. “You know, this is the first time you’ve ever really told me anything about yourself.”

“Oh, really?” He mumbled, seeming slightly embarrassed at the realization.

“Yeah, but it’s not a bad thing. I mean, all we talked about was work, or about me. I kinda thought the whole mysterious guy thing was pretty hot, but having you open up and be vulnerable with me feels a lot better. I really appreciate it.” You admitted.

“Honestly, I don’t like to talk about myself much. My mother taught me that it was more important to listen. Most people never do, but I’m all ears. Also, I don’t think there’s a lot for me to say about myself. I mean..I’m pretty boring.”

You frowned at that. “Jed, I don’t think you’re boring at all. In fact, I think you’re one of the most interesting people in Roseville. I mean, you’re very charming, kind, and smart, and you’re an amazing writer. And to be honest, without you, I probably would be so lost.”

And that was too much. God, how much did you drink? Feeling your cheeks get all hot, you glanced down at the glass in your hand.

“I appreciate that. I really do.” He leaned in and kissed you again, after a few minutes he pulled away, reaching down and caressing your waist gently. His hand went to move under your shirt, and you found yourself stopping him yet again.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered against his lips. “I just- I need some time.”

Your scars were only starting to fade, and you weren’t in the right mindset at the moment. You felt guilt curl in your stomach, preparing him to be disappointed by you spurning his advances once again. But he wasn’t. Instead, he smiled softly, pressing a small peck to your lips. “There’s nothing you have to be sorry for. You take all the time you need, alright?”

“Thanks, Jed.”

The two of you lied back against the blanket, gazing up at the clear blue sky above. For once, you let yourself live in the moment and forget about all the pain and fear. For once, you felt at peace.

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faefum · 4 months ago

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haha jumpscare, a nerve exploded and then i had the idea to like revamp my twst OCs in a major and minor way, if there are typos I'm not sorry

I WANT ENGAGEMENT PLEASE SHARE TO ME YOUR OCS AND HOW THEY MIGHT INTERACT WITH MINE IM BEGGING

CHANGES:

- Carmin's a girl now (for nearly two years, i kept on switching between the character being a boy, girl, or straight up just being non-binary or genderfluid. after thinking about how i would want her character + story to develop as similarly as i can to Eilonwy's arc, i left her as a girl)

- Thora's still the same (i really should give him more attention bruh)

- their looks idk man

Thora Griffith (left) 🛡️

Erinne Pelagic (right) 🌘

Erinne Pelagic

Clothed in white, continuously shining, and the glowing pride of the Moonbrine, Erinne has no shortage of power that she uses well to her people's needs. Mostly the judge, but often the executioner.

BIRTHDAY: March 3rd (Pisces)

AGE: 18

HEIGHT: 179 cm (5'10" ft)

DOMINANT HAND: Left

HOMELAND: Moonbrine

SCHOOL: (was homeschooled, still)

HOBBIES: Signing documents

PET PEEVES: Mistreatment

FAVORITE FOOD: Aberffraw biscuits

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Escargot

TALENT: Bargaining

BASED ON: Eilonwy (The Black Cauldron, Chronicles of Prydain)

PERSONALITY

She is a level-headed, graceful, and stern individual who will not spend a single moment second-guessing her every move. As the Princess of the Moonbrine, Erinne is responsible for a shockingly vast majority of the kingdom's local and overseas politics, showing herself off as a worthy member of any court. Despite her rather daunting titles and positions—however vague those could often be, Erinne never lets the status get through her head, remaining humble yet mindful of what her mere presence could offer.

Knowledgeable of both traditions and laws, she is quick to correct those who break them but provide second chances when necessary. Erinne is open-minded to change and latter perspectives, acknowledging faults and differences in her or others' decisions and/or plans. Having been taught personally by the enigmatic Moonbrine Queen herself, Erinne is well-educated in nearly all matters of life. With this knowledge, she spoils her friends. "Not my money," she says. Technically.

But despite her amiable yet regal, external persona, Erinne is no doormat. Her hair looks like fire for a reason and controlled inside her head is an anger that very rarely explodes. While her patience often puts her as a saint, one might see a tiny slip in her expression—a twitch of the eye or a falter of her smile, and could only hope that the room has enough escape routes. Stay enough for longer, and one might even hear her curse. And also yell. Make sure to get a lobotomy right after for privacy's sake. Another part of her is that no matter how she is kept in the palace with duties and such, she makes time to roam around in the wilderness nearby. Often barefoot. It's a habit and a way of relaxation she still hasn't lost and wouldn't dream of losing it. Because who cares.

To whoever read the last post about these two with my Yuu in it, I mentioned something about the aunt—the name I haven't decided yet—not being an actual family member. Erinne is mighty suspicious of this but despite her own status, cannot do much about it because the queen is currently untouchable. Think of that as you will.

UNIQUE MAGIC - 'Luster Revelation'

Luster Revelation summons a glowing, golden bauble that Erinne could either hold or set flying in the air—she can control its direction. Whatever the light of the bauble touches reveals what she yearns to know; magical traces and their owners (who - the true name, what - the spell casted, when - the date).

It takes a bit of mana, but it's nothing Erinne can't handle.

TLDR: Erinne makes a floating scanner and fact checks you live. May or may not cause mental damage.

Thora Griffith

The stalwart vice-president of Royal Sword Academy's Fencing Club and a diligent second-year of the school. He co-leads his club and his class with a mild demeanor, a deadpanned expression, and a mysterious past. Mostly the executioner, but often the jury.

BIRTHDAY: October 27th (Scorpio)

AGE: 17

HEIGHT: 189 cm (6'2" ft)

DOMINANT HAND: Right

HOMELAND: Moonbrine

SCHOOL: Royal Sword Academy (Sophomore)

HOBBIES: Fencing

PET PEEVES: Laziness

FAVORITE FOOD: Pot roast

LEAST FAVORITE FOOD: Charred food

TALENT: Blastcycling

BASED ON: Taran (The Black Cauldron, Chronicles of Prydain)

PERSONALITY

Thora is as stoic as he looks, a well-put young man with a glare that could either send comfort or send folks running. To both teachers and peers alike, he is a responsible and reliable student who puts studies first and indulgences later. Saying that, he crams because he's often too busy playing with his cat. In the classroom, he'd be the type to let you sleep but wake you up when anything happens because, well, you're still in class. In the sparring field, he'd beat you ruthlessly and help patch up your wounds afterwards.

I would like to add that a lot of his personality, with a few add-ons and changes, he got from Erinne from basically sticking with her during their childhood. Their relationship is that they're both close childhood friends with sometimes way too much time on their hands that they end up making calls late at night just to trash other people. Thora's personality definitely helped simmer Erinne, but in turn she ignited a few un-gentlemanly parts of himself. For one, he is actually petty. Overall, Thora is a good person who would hold himself to his promises (he'd die if he won't /j), and respects and honors even his opponents. But by the Seven, you do something that even inconveniences him in the slightest, he'll do something about it. Hate is one thing but annoyance is another, and Thora's usually so easy-going that it's hard to get him to actually hate people. He can be mean, but make sure that it never happens. Thora feels low-key ashamed of it but he still acts like a hater.

He could be quite grateful to whoever helps him out and vows to be with them in their trying time, like Silver except if Silver had a mean bone in his body. Thora is fiercely loyal. He'd be an aggressive supporter and would definitely kill for his loved ones. Great! This goes the same for animals. Since he was a stable boy in the past, he would rather die than harm an animal, especially if they're fuzzy.

Thora doesn't talk much about his past, not that there's anything worth talking about, but because he just doesn't know the extent of his lore (and I'm still figuring it out). All he knows is that he was found as a baby, adopted, and goes to RSA. No information about his birth parents or anything. His adoptive father deflects his queries and Thora has learned to let it go, but of course, he still thinks about it.

UNIQUE MAGIC - 'Bladed Ambition'

Emitting bright energy from his person, Thora summons a massive white sword that he could control with a wave of his arm. The sword stays at a constant size of a two story building and destroys the space around it to make room for itself (when summoned). It lasts for roughly a minute before it dissipates, leaving only rubble. Rather simple.

Takes a HUGE amount of mana, so he's wary about using it because of the blot.

TLDR: Thora makes a giant blade Raiden Shogun style, and deletes your world.

TRIVIA

A few of Thora's close friends assume he has, like, a long-distance girlfriend or something. Thora only rolls his eyes but he thinks it's rather funny.

They're both very strong mages, like, very. In their lore, Thora mostly got his tutoring from Erinne herself who was getting tutored by the queen all the while (sharing the hack, basically). They learned both swordsmanship and magical techniques. Thora excelled more with swordsmanship and hand-to-hand, while Erinne excelled with magic. Ironically, Thora's UM is more destructive than hers.

Mentioned in the previous post some time before but I wanted to expand on this, Thora secretly keeps a small kitten within his dorm room, of which he shares the secret with his roommate. How he got the thing into his dorm was the most frazzled he got; Thora was nearly caught by his own housewarden when he snuck it in. Luckily, he's a swift runner. (I placed him in the hypothetical Alice dormitory until there's confirmation of the dorms in RSA.) More about the above, his housewarden eventually found out but didn't care enough to do anything about it just as long as the kitten was fine (and just as long as he could pet it when he wants). Erinne knows about this.

Despite not seeming like it, both use chronically online terms whenever they're chatting or alone together.

Erinne, when she was four, tried eating a snail and probably would have died if she hadn't slipped on the mud instead. She never shares this vivid memory to anyone.

Erinne is NOT a crowned princess.

I got tired of RSA's uniforms and decided to branch out entirely, barely keeping a few motifs but Thora's attire looks entirely new and might resemble RSA if you look hard enough.

Regarding Erinne's character history, she had many names starting with the oldest that I could remember; Elowyn, Elvira, Eiran, Eryl, Elias, Elissa, Adhika, Enlli, and Carmin. Each rendition alternated between boy and girl, the blue eyes staying consistent (with the exception of Carmin) while the hair ranged from being a light orange, blonde, black, white, pink, red, and red-golden. Her earliest concept was a Royal Sword Academy second-year with long, light orange hair.

About their hobbies; Thora is based on Taran, whose name might be based on the Celtic God of Thunder, Taranis, who was associated with the wheel. I decided to make the genius decision to have Thora be an absolute demon in doing crazy stunts with his blastcycle. He's a biker, basically. For Erinne, signing important things gives her a sense of power-tripping and it makes her feel happy and terrible at the same time.

A bit more of Thora's lore, Hen Wen from the movie and the books was supposed to be his adopted sister in her TWST form. That, or she is an orphan Yuu and the rest will meet during the Halloween event I'm still writing. This, or she becomes both Thora and Erinne's unofficial little sister who kicks off the events.

Erinne knows how to use a bow. She sucks at it, actually.

If in-game, Thora commonly uses fire attacks while Erinne does water ones. Both are heavy damage dealers.

In the original stories of both my sources (lol, click off if you haven't watched The Black Cauldron or read the Chronicles of Prydain and don't want spoilers), Taran and Eilonwy get together and even marry in the pentalogy.

#twisted wonderland #twst #artfum #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twst original character #rsa oc #original character #oc #oc art #twisted wonderland original character #royal sword academy

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a-crumb-of-whump · 1 year ago

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Okay, so I finally got around to all the responses given for the Random Whump Questions google form I made! Everything is ranked from highest to lowest in terms of what was picked, and the number beside them is how many people chose that option:)

Also, to make sure it's not longer than it needs to be, I'm going to do the open ended questions in a separate post:) Let me know if you'd like to be tagged for that!

One more thing to keep in mind. The 'custom answers' section is where only one person has brought it up. If multiple people have said the same thing, then it will be included in the main answers :)

Question 1. When did you first discover whump as a term?

A. 15 - 17 (106) B. 11 - 14 (105) C. 20 - 25 (42) D. 18 - 19 (39) E. 26 - 30 (21) F. -10 (4) G. 36 - 39 (4) H. 31 - 35 (3)

Question 2.

A. Absolutely not (135) B. Some of them do but I prefer to keep it to myself (127) C. I don't try to hide it but not many people know anyway (42) D. Most, if not all of them know - I'm very open about it (10) E. One person knows (4) F. Friends know, family don't (2)

Custom answers: I'm not secretive but I don't explain it because it's hard to, I've never said it but you only need to look at me to know.

Question 4. Biggest pet peeve when it comes to whump in media?

A. Whumpee miraculously recovers as if they didn't just break three vital bones in their body and get stabbed by the enemy (204) B. Skipping over it and going straight to recovery (165) C. Changes POV's right as it's getting juicy (154) D. Whumpee is too stoic and unphased by what happened (130) E. Too comedic/lighthearted (128) F. Main character(s) die rather than living with what they've done/what happened (127) G. Too much comfort and not enough hurt (80) H. The recovery/captivity is far too unrealistic (77) I. Too much hurt and not enough comfort (62) J. Whumpee is a massive wuss (56) K. All of the above (23) L. The recovery/captivity is too realistic (20) M. Too heavy/serious (16) N. Whumpee is unattractive/not cute enough to me (2) O. Wrong characters are whumped/favourite characters are ignored (2)

Custom written: Obvious medical errors, turns out it was all "just a nightmare!", Caretaker's wellbeing is ignored, Whumpee is rescued right before the whump was about to start, Caretaker never figures out what happened and it's never brought up again, no women, never goes as badly as I want, not enough from Whumpee's POV.

Custom written #2: Whumpee is infantilised during their recovery, no trauma/trauma is overlooked, aftermath/recovery is ignored by a timeskip, Whumpee has no personality apart from being the one who deserves pity for being white and pretty and sweet, caretaker saves the day and it's never brought up again.

Custom written #3: Caretaker saves the day and Whumpee is the perfect victim and there's no conflict ever again, too much emphasis on physical pain rather than emotional, whumper wants love from their whumpees, recovery is too fast and it involves sexual/romantic stuff.

Question 5. Best thing a whumpee can say to give you whumperflies?

A. "Please- please, no more." (146) B. "It hurts." (142) C. "Please don't leave me." (109) D. "Don't hurt them." (94) E. "Get the hell away from me." (85) F. "I just want to be good." (81) G. "You promised." (71) H. "Am I not enough?" (69) I. "I thought... I thought it was over." (50) J. "You came back!" (49) K. "I was so scared." (43) L. "You will not break me." (36) M. All of the above (19) N. Description over dialogue/I prefer whumpees that are too scared to talk (6) O. Begging (2) P. "I'm fine." (2) Q. "I can't take it anymore." (2)

Question 7. Best thing a whumper can say to give you whumperflies?

A. "I wonder how long it'll take to break you." (120) B. "Surely you can take a little more than that, can't you?" (111) C. "Tell me what I need to know and it'll all be over." (111) D. "You're being so good." (107) E. "You're so adorable when you cry." (98) F. "You're mine." (79) G. "Which finger should I crush this time?" (78) H. "I think if you were really sorry, you'd __" (63) I. "This is your home now." (57) J. "At least try to show a little enthusiasm." (49) K. "Please forgive me." (47) L. "You live to please me." (41) M. All of the above (15) N. Prefer no whumpers (7) O. Silent whumpers (3)

Custom answers: "Everything you touch dies." | "I have your whumpee." | "You wanna see something weird/interesting/cool?" | "Get some rest, darling. We'll pick this up again tomorrow." | "Just what do you think you're doing?" | "Don't worry. I'll take good care of you."

Question 8. Best thing a Caretaker can say to give you whumperflies?

A. "I got you." (180) B. "Breathe. Just breathe." (170) C. "What did they do to you." (154) D. "Hey, I'm here, okay?" (152) E. "Lie down, okay?" (107) F. "I'm gonna get us out of here." (107) G. "When was the last time they fed you?" (97) H. "Lay a hand on them and see what happens." (88) I. "Don't hurt them." (83) J. "I'm sorry but this is in your best interest." (66) K. "I will not rest until I find who did this." (41) L. "Don't cry." (32) M. All of the above (26) N. Any sort of medical talk (2) O. No caretakers (2)

Question 9. What role do you think you'd play in a whump story?

A. Whumpee (87) B. Caretaker (52) C. Side character (44) D. Caretaker-turned-whumpee (32) E. Whumpee-turned-caretaker (22) F. Whumper (16) G. Whumpee-turned-whumper (14) H. Whumper-turned-whumpee (11) I. Whumper-turned-caretaker (10) J. Caretaker-turned-whumper (8) K. Caretaker or whumpee (6) L. Carewhumper (3) M. None/I don't insert myself into scenarios (2)

Custom answers: Narrator, all of the above depending on my mood, side character.

Question 11. Favourite place to consume whump? (not including movies/tv shows/games/etc)

A. Tumblr (294) B. AO3 (212) C. Pinterest (62) D. Fanfiction.net (23) E. DeviantArt (8) F. Wattpad (4) G. My brain (4) H. All of the above (3) I. Youtube (3) J. Character.AI (2) K. Discord (2) L. My brain (2) M. Twitter (2)

Custom answers: Sketch book, google,

Other notes: Someone also gave @whumplovers-collaborate a mention, saying they've been on that server for over a year and that it's amazing.

Question 12. Pick a whumpy anime out of the ones I've watched (so far)

A. Castlevania (51) B. Black Butler (43) C. Bungou Stray Dogs (43) D. Banana Fish (35) E. Vanitas No Carte (19) F. Black Bullet (5)

Question 14. How old does a whumpee need to be to be considered an "older whumpee"?

A. 40+ (127) B. 34 - 37 (68) C. 30 - 33 (51) D. 38 - 39 (38) E. 26 - 29 (18) F. 22 - 25 (2) G. 18 - 21 (0)

Question 15. Pick a character that I think needs to be whumped more.

A. Link (The Legend Of Zelda) (96) B. Tony Stark (The Avengers/Iron Man) (64) C. Vanitas & Noe (Vanitas No Carte) (47) D. Joel Miller (The Last Of Us) (45) E. Hosea Matthews (Red Dead Redemption 2) (5)

Question 16. Do you prefer hystorical whump or modern whump?

A. Modern (220) B. Hystorical (82)

Question 17. Do you prefer hurt or comfort?

A. A healthy combination of both (163) B. A little bit of comfort, lots of hurt (81) C. Hurt (44) D. A little hurt, lots of comfort (28) E. Comfort (8)

Question 19. Favourite species to whump?

A. Human (290) B. Immortal (118) C. Vampire (105) D. Demon/angel (87) E. Werewolf (57) F. Robot/android/cyborg (54) G. God/deity (49) H. Birdpeople (48) I. Merfolk (44) J. Tiny (38) K. Catpeople (26) L. Alien (19) M. All (16) N. Humans with inhuman/magical abilities (5) O. Giant (2) P. Elf (2) Q. Lab subjects (2) R. Species isn't important (2)

Custom answers: Shapeshifter, hybrics, faefolk, winged whumpees, dhampir, superheros, dwarves, mobian.

Question 20. Pick something to restrain your whumpee with.

A. Chains (104) B. Rope (101) C. Handcuffs (38) D. Zipties (31) E. Your belt (18) F. A piece of their own clothing (18) G. Your tie (6)

Question 22: Your whumpee bites you. What do you do?

A. Put a muzzle on them. You're not mad, but you need to keep yourself safe (119) B. Beat them until they learn their lesson (82) C. Have a rational conversation with them once they've calmed down about why it's wrong and how to stop it from happening again (61) D. Get checked for some kind of desease. Who knows what they've been carrying (25) E. Ignore it and hope it doesn't happen again (8)

Question 23. A whumpee shows up at your door, terrified and scared. They beg for your help. What do you do?

A. Let them in and give them some food. You can worry about what you're gonna do with them later on (273) B. Keep them prisoner. Whump their to your heart's content (31) C. Slam the door in their face (4)

Taglist: @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @let-the-whump-commence @pigeonwhumps @rule-masochism @whumperofworlds @whump-space @wollemi-whump

#whump #whump stuff #whumpblr #whumblr #whump things

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lilac-den · 1 year ago

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I hope you don't mind and if you'd feel like it, you could entertain me a little. ROs scenario ask incoming, for both series. But first, a little explanation where it comes from.

So, ever since last weekend started, I've been dealing with a big headache made by a toothache. and only today I finally have a dentist appointment. I'm tired from five days of barely sleeping, taking a little too much strong painkillers, and overall feeling dizzy and just too much, as well as being nervous as hell, since the last dentist visit I had (a few years ago) left me a little traumatised. I had a wisdom tooth removed waaay sooner than anesthesia kicked in (basically, I started feeling numb only after getting home). it hurt so much I left the dentist crying, with some adults looking at me like I'm crazy and kids looking scared. and I might be lucky the dentist didn't take it against me when I was so close to touch them myself (in attempt to take their hands off of me). so, today I wouldn't mind some little... fluff? comfort? anything, really, as I'm already standing in a store choosing my comfort plushie for today. (I may be 25 this year but I'm also adult enough to admit I need it).

anyway, the scenario? lets say MC is dealing with all that: a cheek so swollen they look like a hamster, toothache so big it leaves them either crying or dozing off in between, dizziness both from pain and as little (or as much) food they were able to get. add to that that little bit of trauma/being scared of dentists. and for whatever reason they need to wait a few days before meeting with a dentist. how would ROs help them, maybe comfort them in meantime? especially if all that could make even the calmest, kindest of MCs snap a little? (and they'd apologize either right after or once the pain is gone, depending on MC character)? 🥺

It's a bit rough for me to write answers for ROs from both series (cuz it's a lot) but I'll try my best XD

Pls try not to send me asks of both series at once though. It's a bit much for me 😢

(But I'm sorry to hear about your dentist visit ;u; if it helps - I never got to visit the dentist till about a year or two ago for the first time and jesus fuck was it a disgusting experience ._. I'm just glad my dentist was patient and informative) [And no judgement here - pretty sure being an adult means you got to have a horde of plushies if anything XD]

Silverking

Zeus: They'll treat MC like how you would treat a feral pet: Carefully and slowly approach them from the rear. XD But for real, they would start learning a whole new system for this rare event to get the pattern worked out.

Zeus wouldn't feel like MC needed to apologize - in fact, they had fun discovering this new side of MC.

Hermes: As someone who has medical knowledge and experience in the medical practice...Even they agree that dentistry sucks. But Hermes, while they would be pretty peeved about getting snapped at, is pretty up-to-date MC's state and understands the pain MC is in isn't their fault (that, and they know better than anyone that the snappy words MC said were out of the pain from the toothache, not from Hermes themselves). But mark my words, they'll be the ones to record MC being under loopy world from the dentist procedures of putting patients under anaesthesia with their phone and then show it to MC when they apologize to Hermes.

Dionysus: They'll be fretting so much - and also be sensitive with MC's mood, trying their best to not overstep anywhere. They would be the most comforting presence, but they'll also end up walking on eggshells around MC in fear of accidentally pissing them off. ^^"

Moment MC apologizes tho, Dionysus would relax and reassure MC that it's fine.

Ares: They're the most steady presence for MC but they're also not afraid of replying back to MC's snappy tone - just in a more of 'yes, dear, whatever you say' sort of manner (not in a careless one, but more like a spouse that's just so used to chaotic shit that this is their new normal XD) But Ares would go instinctive, protective mode of sorts - MC feels some discomfort? Ares tries to find out what's causing it then adjust it till MC is satisfied. MC's feeling dizzy? Ares ends up picking MC up to either let them rest on the bed or, if MC wants to, let them cuddle against them on Ares's lap.

Dolos: Huh...Kinda hard to picture how Dolos would do. Farthest I get is that they would already have things prepared, like they know MC just before MC asked - at least, stuff that's part of MC's routine/common choice of comfort/relief.

TSR

Maverick: Considering his ability to wield ice, he's the endless supply of ice packs for your swollen cheek! He'll personally tend to MC too - at least, until the staff had to convince him of the paperwork and stuff that's been piling up, which Maverick would work on it if it seems like he's suffocating MC a bit too much.

Rydigan: Unlike Maverick, he's gonna end up being attentive and maybe overprotective? I can picture MC being both exasperated but also nostalgic about Rydigan fretting over them.

Ittania: She'll help out if MC asks for it - not because she's uncaring (far from it!) but because she trusts MC to know what they need. Only time she'll put a hand in is if MC tries to do something that they shouldn't do in their condition - basically a limiter for them?

Enid: Hrm...She'll probs be pissed if the doctors try to do the procedure before the anaesthesia even kicked in, an amateur mistake since the House of Scales is known for having the best knowledge of medicines, including how long it takes for the anaesthesia to kick in for both susceptible or resistant to it. You can imagine her picking a fight with the doctors who's dumb enough to remove MC's wisdom tooth without the anaesthesia (even when MC tells her that it's not that bad, given how high MC's pain tolerance is).

Then...I guess she tries her best to care MC? (Tho she's pretty bad at this, so Ittania would take notice and try to help her when she can XD)

Thank you for the ask!

#silverking #TSR #The Sole Reminiscence #dentist #ROasks

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jesskasb · 6 months ago

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Ok but which drv3 fic are you reading. And is it good so far

it's "amalgamate" by doctorhaifisch !! and it is good so far yeah! really elaborate answer under the cut, i went on about this for longer than i shouldve. sorry. ill take any opportunity to ramble about v3. :']

based on the hits and the amount of fanart ive seen of it, it seems everyone and their mother has read it... however ive been purposely living under a 2 bedroom rock for like 4 years so ive only gotten around to it now after seeing an artist i follow say it made them reconsider a few things about ouma and it made them like kaito and realize how intelligent he is and how fascinating his role in chapter 5 was— and i was like wow, that must be a based fucking fic! it took me years to see kaito more than just a loud guy with a savior complex, and now that im a huge fan of him, i wanted to see what kind of fic could open someone's eyes to his awesomeness.

i check it out *really* skeptically, mainly cause i dont trust most people's depiction of ouma. they either make him genuinely not give a shit about things and just be a terrible person for no reason, or they make him too emo in a way he simply isnt. the main reason i even gave it a shot despite never having read a v3 fic in the 6 yrs ive been a fan, is that it said that the tags say the whole fic could be interpreted platonically (#AROWIN) (god knows im not against oumota but i prefer them as friends by a really substantial amount) and the amount of research the author seemed to have poured into strike 9 poison and its real world pesticide counterpart. the art they attached to chapter 1 was really good, too, so that made me curious.

now im in chapter 10/20 and i can say with confidence ive been having a great time. its plenty obvious the author has a lot of love for all of the characters, and even though i thought i could gain no new opinions since i already love ouma and kaito's potential dynamic and everything to do with chapter 5, i ended up being very pleasantly suprised by himiko's depiction here! i cant say im too big of a fan of her, not due to any actual fault in her character but rather kodaka's failings to do anything actually interesting with her. in chapter 9, this author used her untapped potential in a really heartwarming way that i loved. similarly, i have enjoyed seeing their portrayal of kaito and ouma, and it seems there's going to be an arc for ouma to begin seeing his classmates not only as people whose lives are worth saving as much as any other, but to see them as friends and letting them become close with him. ive always been a firm believer that in a non-kg setting ouma could become super close friends with a small handful of people, but this fic is making me reconsider that— maybe its more! another thing im really enjoying are all the fascinating possibilities that the author is exploring for a world in which ouma lives to see chapter 6 and the consequences of his actions. him being there while people investigate his room? most amusing. its all stuff that happens in chapter 5 and 6 until a certain point— just enough to get these two chumps to live, and then... well, i guess ill see how chapter 6 turns out, but as of right now ive been super intrigued and entretained.

i do also have a couple of complaints, but theyre mostly pet peeves and no deal breakers so far: there have been a loooot of pop culture referenced but they all feel in line with stuff kodaka would write so whatever, the author uses italics way more than id like... in the chapters up until 9 there were constant descriptions of kaito seeing ouma as a Kid, and while that in an of itself is true (he is a 17 yr old) the context began feeling a little infantalizing and like kaito himself wasnt 17 as well. theres noticeably less of this in chapter 9 and what ive read of 10, or when theres references to them being kids it includes everyone and theres even a moment where kaito tells ouma theyre the same damn age lol. theres also been a bunch of moments that are clearly very indulgent of ship dynamics and inclinations im not too fond of (particularly between ouma and shuichi) but like i said, nothings been too much of a dealbreaker since the positives far outweigh the negatives!

im currently on a trip where i dont have signal most of the time so i got the epub of the fic to read on the downtime. im def gonna keep reading it, and im excited to see where its going despite some of the cheesy lines such as

(honestly i cant even complain. i dont care its a reference to the title of the game. he Would say that....)

i mean, really, it's such a good depiction of ouma. all his masks, his paranoia, his insecurities, his determination to stop the killing game, the way hes been helping the group while simultaneously remaining isolated, and the way his lies are an extension of his genius but also a constant tool to test his peers. i feel like i dont get to see all of these elements of him expanded upon so extensively like this fic does, and that alone makes me really respect what the author is doing! the word count may be scary but i think youd get something from the fic even if you only read like 5-6 chapters. so yeah in conclusion id recommend it if you give a shit about v3 and are interested in chapter 5 fix it fics LOL

#replies #if you read all that im uhhh leaving roses on your doorstep ❤️

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satsuha · 20 days ago

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8, 12, 14, 25 for yuta!! (sorry if ur bored of his name being mentioned again omg 😭😭😭)

character ask game

i would never tire of him dw <3

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

just one thing? HSFJSHDJHA

i feel like the main thing is simply ignoring the fact that he exists because i just see sooo many group pics or merch sets or whatever including everything up to aa5 (even including aai and tgaa) but not 6..... it just sucks and i can only forgive it if it's old art drawn before aa6 was released. honestly from what i've seen the east asian artists are a lot better with including him and also just seem to have a better opinion of aa6 in general so i'm just getting my fill from there instead (and mourning the fact that i can't be at those cons)

i also just um don't like his most popular ship at all i think it sucks that a lot of conversation about him revolves around it and coupled with thinly veiled aa6 disdain it just reads to me like some people only care about him in the context of that ship. which is always a pet peeve of mine

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

another "just one?" moment 😭 anyway one thing i've been thinking about but haven't mentioned anywhere is that i like the idea of nahyuta growing his hair out from the moment apollo left and refusing to cut it until they met again... i like to think it's one of those things that he started when he was younger and barely remembers why he's still doing it but continues just for the sake of it (kinda like what i said about apollo keeping his hairstyle the same so dhurke can always recognize him, feels like it'd eventually just become habit/subconscious decision) since cutting hair is often a way to show a character being reborn or letting the past go i think it's also a nice way to show that despite his catchphrase nahyuta never actually let go of his past at all... this also means i keep wanting to draw nahyuta with shorter hair post-aa6 because hair cutting symbolism but everyone hates it when i cut off long-haired male characters' hair . i'm going to do it anyway

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

fashion... my enemy....

i honestly don't really know what this question is asking + i only know a couple of so-called fashion aesthetics none of which i think suit nahyuta so. i will just say i think western style suits actually suit him better than i thought they would and i wish we'd get non-chibi artwork of him in a more conventional suit sometime

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

so the fun thing about streaming games to my friends is that i have written evidence of my unfiltered thoughts at the time. anyway apparently this is what i said before starting the game

i also found that i said i preferred nahyuta over the other 2 AJ trilogy prosecutors as early as 6-2 which is. SO funny to me but what can i say.......... the other 2 are just really not my type 😭

anyway current impression.... i think almost all of my aa posts include nahyuta in some form doesn't that say enough.... i really didn't expect to like him this much but he just ticks a lot of boxes for me hdhjka i like characters who take too much responsibility for things that weren't their faults i like characters with complicated family issues but also care so deeply about them. and i like characters who just act like an asshole but in a very specific way that nahyuta falls under...

thanks for the ask!

#answered #ship hate #<- sorr i couldn't help it

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therelentless · 3 months ago

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respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

roleplayer name: coatl

roleplayer pronouns: w/e you want. i don't mind.

muse name: it's nandor

preferred communication: here or discord. i do reply faster on discord, because over here i tend to lose track of conversations. sorry.

experience: oh... years. so many years. i started on chatroom, then messenger, then myspace, LiveJournal, and now I'm here.

preferred roleplay type: i do a little bit of everything, it just depends how much i have to work with and how much I'm into it.

pet peeves & dealbreakers: time limits. makes me feel pressured that I'm to reply to certain someone first and I'm not about that life, and i don't like to feel like if i don't reply fast enough, they will unfollow.

plots or memes: memes, especially for first interactions. it gives me a better chance to find out the vibe between our muses. i honestly can just plot with mun/muses i have been writing with for a really long time.

best time to write: nowadays usually at night when everything is quiet, but at times i do try to get a reply in there whenever i have free time.

are you like your muse?: ... it's possible. yes... in some aspects and i don't what that says about me, but it's not my fault that they made the 700 year old vampire too relatable, but at the same time, that's why he's so important to me. it's like "i get you and you're so right. why are people booing?" ok I'm gonna shut up now.

tagged by: @b4didea (thank you!) tagging;; @idolatriia + @ofmoonlxghts + @mictlanreina + @kurjaks + you ; )

#{ house meeting! } ;; ooc

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A pet peeve of mine is swifties reassigning songs to her because they believe they believe he’s been pining after her since 2014. I know this is also his fault since last year before they became public he was acting like a fool, but all these songs have a clear explanation; everything is out there if you want to spend 5 minutes looking for things instead of listening to people that just want to spread an agenda (sorry I needed to vent after seeing the umpteenth tweet/post about it)

A pet peeve of mine is swifties.

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braveclementine · 8 months ago

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Chapter 1

Warnings: 18+ readers only, mentions of smut

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 the dishes while I listened to Dad and Trang in the living room. Dad was trying to catch Trang up to the spells she needed to know between her first and sixth year for Charms, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

It was a nice surprise that Dumbledore had let Trang come to Hogwarts though she was five years late, now six, and even more of a surprise that her parents had finally given in, considering they were the ones who stopped her from going in the first place.

'Dumbledore is the only Professor who would've done so' Dad had said when we'd arrived home from the train a few weeks ago, talking about Trang. 'He let me come to Hogwarts when no other Professor would'.

Dad, being a werewolf, would normally not have been allowed near children or any people for that matter. However, Dumbledore had great faith in him and had made the necessary precautions so that he could attend.

In order to catch Trang up so that she could come in as a 'third-year', Dad was teaching her a number of spells and making sure she could actually do them and also giving her lessons in Potions, Herbology, and Astronomy. Being a third-year, she could take two electives and she'd chosen Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes.

As I was going to be a sixth-year this year, I'd had to change my classes to only the necessities. So, I was taking Herbology, Potions, Transfiguration, and Charms. Those were my necessary classes. I'd thankfully dropped Astronomy- the bane of my existence- and also History of Magic. However, I'd made a difficult decision where I had to choose between Divination, Ancient Runes, Magical Theory, and Care of Magical Creatures.

I'd dropped Divination and then decided that it didn't matter about choosing between Ancient Runes, Magical Theory, and Care of Magical Creatures because I had my time-turner. So I still had a schedule that didn't match that of other students.

Trang had wanted to take every class, but we'd smashed the time-turner cabinet at the Ministry last summer. . . but I wasn't going to think about the Ministry.

I couldn't even be mad at Severus for what he'd said to Bellatrix because I knew he had to keep up pretenses and if he was going to congratulate Bellatrix on killing Sirius. . . but I wasn't going to think about the Ministry.

And of course, it wasn't my fault that Sirius had died, something I'd finally come to terms with. I'd gone to save Trang and I couldn't hate myself for that. And Hagrid was right, Sirius wanted to go out fighting. That was the way anyone wanted to die. If I wanted to die, I would've done it by fighting. That or jumping in front of someone I loved. But I hadn't jumped in front of Sirius, had I? BUT I WASN'T GOING TO THINK ABOUT THE MINISTRY!

I sobbed, breaking a dish as I dropped it into the sink, and pressed a hand to my mouth. The voices went quiet in the living room and I quickly repaired the dish with my wand and then washed it again, setting it aside. Tears were flowing down my face and I couldn't wipe them away because I didn't want to get soap in my eyes.

I heard footsteps in the kitchen and I closed my eyes, hoping dad wasn't going to try and get me to talk to him or something.

But he wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Yes, because it was his fault now, was it? Of course not! Why did people always apologize for things that weren't their fault! Was it really a way to express sympathy, or a way to get sympathy! Well, if anything, it was maddening and a pet peeve of mine, which he fully knew.

"It's fine." I said softly. "I just need to stop thinking about him- it."

"There's nothing wrong with grief." He said softly.

"There's nothing wrong with love either." I said in a biting voice. He recoiled. I sighed and gritted my teeth. "I didn't mean that, I'm sorry, I know you're not pushing her away because you don't love her damnit."

"I know." he said, putting a hand on my shoulder. We weren't looking at each other. He left to go back to the living room. Feeling like crap, I waved my wand and finished the dishes in a second. Then I trumped up the stairs and collapsed on my bed. I could hear Trang shouting below me in frustration.

Tonks was in love with Dad. Dad was in love with Tonks. But Dad said he wouldn't endanger Tonks like that. He said that Tonks deserved better. He said that Tonks life would be abnormal if she married him. He kept pushing her away.

She'd gone to me and I'd gone to him and he'd stayed his ground. He wasn't marrying anyone. He wasn't endangering anyone. I pointed out that I'd lived with him for nearly fifteen years and his face grew red and he'd said that a daughter was different than a wife. Well!

I was very emotional recently, and there had been an increase in emotions since last time I'd been at Severus' house.

I drew in a shuddering breath and heaved myself up from the bed, beginning to pack. Dumbledore had sent a letter only a few days back from Hogwarts. He wanted to pick me up on Friday at 10:45 PM and then spend the rest of the summer at the Burrow.

After much discussion with not only dad, but also Severus, I'd sent back a replying owl saying: Yes.

Dad had found it a lovely idea. He hated leaving me alone for long stretches of time and since he was still trying to be a spy for the underground werewolves, he was underground quite often. And that was on top of teaching Trang, so I wasn't going to spend much time with him anyways.

Severus had been less enthusiastic because it meant I wouldn't see him for nearly two months until school started. We'd gotten used to having a lot of alone time for days on end. I usually spent time at his house when dad was underground and Trang was at her house.

It was so silly, when I thought back to last year and how upset I'd been when I thought I wouldn't see Trang for nearly two or three years, possibly more. Now, we'd be going to school together.

Of course, we weren't going to be in the same house. As I'd predicted, she'd been sorted into Ravenclaw and I was in Hufflepuff. Of course, I figured that this meant I was going to be able to explore the Ravenclaw common room now. I'd always wanted to know what it looked like.

It was Wednesday now and Dad was going to go into the underground on Thursday. I'd have time to slip back to Severus' house. . .

I twisted the ring on my left hand. It'd become a bit of a habit. My eyes barely glanced at the red words on the back of my hand, 'As a Werewolf brat, I must learn to keep my mouth shut'.

I hadn't had to write those lines for nearly two months now, giving my hand time to heal. It no longer started bleeding randomly and had healed some. The letters were thinner now, looking more like quill marks than charcoal. They also weren't purple red anymore but rather, a light pinky red color. Dad, at least, didn't flinch every time when he saw my hand anymore.

Someone knocked on my door and I got up from where I was cleaning out my trunk. It was Trang.

"Hey!" I said in a thick voice and cleared my throat and crouched back down to clean out the trunk. "Scourgify." The trunk looked good as new.

I started stacking my books in neat stacks on the right side of the trunk and then packed my quills, artbooks, and robes on the other side. My pajamas and toiletries on top of that. I went to close it but Trang's hand darted out and brought out a small box. She held it up, raising her eyebrow, "What is this for?"

I blushed, grabbing it back and throwing it in. "I'm married, Trang! I might need it."

"You're having-" Her eyes flashed and her face paled and then it returned to normal, "You really ought to have told me sooner."

I rolled my eyes. "How's Oliver?"

Oliver Wood was one of the guys I'd met at school. He'd been in Gryffindor and a huge Quidditch fanatic. He'd been captain and keeper and was playing on the Puddlemere team. I followed it briefly in the Quidditch magazines but Trang had him as a bit of a pen pal.

She blushed and said, "Oh, well, we er- met a few weeks ago. A bit like a-er date- I suppose."

I glared at her. "And you get on me about keeping secrets!"

She grinned reluctantly. "Well, I was trying to keep it a bit of a secret because I try not to tell my parents anything now."

Yes, her parents. Now that she knew about magic, they'd started being more open about the magic that they'd been part of and used it at home. She was still very irate with them and they were still very angry with my dad and I for teaching her magic. They were also mad at Dumbledore for letting Trang into the school. I don't know how he persuaded them to let her come. I also wasn't so sure why they were mad about it. Surely, they knew that Hogwarts was one of the safest places in the world.

They were extremely irate when they found out that she had a broom, an owl, and a thousand different books hidden in her room. I guess they weren't like other parents- going in and snooping around. Then again, Dad wasn't like that either.

We both had Firebolt brooms. (I'd bought a Firebolt in my fifth-year when I became Quidditch Captain). That'd been expensive but the mysterious conundrum was that it looked as though my gold vault barely had a dent in it.

And then, Trang's parents had introduced her to their family Gringotts vault. They had quite a bit of money in there, which I wasn't surprised about. They had made themselves rather rich in the Muggle world, and as they wouldn't be using wizarding gold, it had probably increased over the many years of leaving it there because of interest.

Trang would be going to the burrow sometime after me, I think about a month or so. She'd be taking the floo network. Dumbledore had said he'd be taking me somewhere. I figured, considering I'd foreseen a bit of the summer, that he'd be taking me to Harry's house. That would be weird.

Trang picked up a newspaper by my bed. I'd started getting the Daily Prophet and- much to her parents frustration- so was Trang.

"Do you think he's good?" Trang asked, turning the paper around and pointing at Rufus Scrimgeour. He had succeeded Fudge as Minister of Magic which I'd seen way before it'd actually happened.

"Sure." I said with a bit of a shrug. I welcomed conversations that would take my mind of. . . well anything. "He'll take Voldemort much more seriously than Fudge did. He's an Auror too so you know he's smart."

"I thought you said Kingsley was going to be Minister of Magic." Trang said fondly. I think she'd developed a bit of a romantic fashion for Kingsley, as he was the one who'd come to her rescue at- NO!

"He's the next one after the one that takes over after Scrimgeour." I said quickly, cleaning out Sadie's cage, leaving the cage door open.

"Well what happens to Scrimgeour?" Trang asked, turning the newspaper back to stare at the wild, lion-like man.

"Think he dies." I said, frowning a bit.

Trang looked at me sharply. "What?"

"Well I don't know for a fact." I said blandly. "I haven't foreseen it. It's just a feeling."

"Your feelings are usually really good. . ." Trang sounded nervous.

"Don't worry about it Trang." I said. "Sometimes I'm wrong. How's training going?"

She tossed the newspaper aside and said, "It's going okay. Your dad's a really good teacher. I wish I'd been at school when he'd taught. Why doesn't he teach anymore?"

"He took up the Defense Against the Dark Arts post." I said, grabbing my Firebolt and polishing it quickly before attaching it to my trunk. "It's a cursed position, has a new teacher every year."

"Oh." Trang said. "Is it. . . usually hard for wizards and witches to get jobs?"

"Oh no." I said, waving my hand. "It's only dad and other werewolves because the magical world has such a hateful bias towards them. I mean, there's a book called Why werewolves shouldn't be allowed to live or something to that affect. Most wizards and witches get jobs fairly easily."

"Wonder what job I'll get." Trang said thoughtfully.

"Well what did you want to do when you were a Muggle?" I asked.

She stuck her tongue out at me and said thoughtfully. "Mum and dad were always pushing me towards the medical field, but I always wanted to be a teacher. Of course, I'm sure there are a large amount of possibilities for jobs now that the magical world is open to me."

We talked for a long time before she went home and dad came into see me, sitting down on the bed next to me.

"I haven't spent any time with you this week." He said, echoing my thoughts from a few hours ago. He put his arm around me, pulling me in. "How're you keeping up?"

"I'm going okay." I said honestly. "You know, sometimes I can forget and be happy and sometimes I'm so filled with grief I can't stop crying. And of course, I promised myself I wouldn't take anything for granted anymore so I'm keeping busy, ya know? And anyways. . . well you're doing important work."

Dad grimaced, "Doesn't matter."

"What do you mean?" I asked, upset. "You've been working so hard!"

"Yeah but Greyback's undone a lot of my work." Dad said with another grimace and self-consciously touched the scar on his face.

"Greyback?" I asked blankly. "The one grandfather offended?"

"Yes." Dad said in a sour voice. "You stay away from him, you understand?"

"Of course." I said, frowning. I'd stay away from all Death Eaters. "Are you sure you're okay with me leaving the house so early?"

"Of course." Dad said, putting a second arm around me and I hugged him back so tightly he fell back on the bed. I nestled my head onto his chest and he kept an arm around me. I loved these moments with dad. "Besides, I have to go back underground for most of August. I'm only staying out for a bit of July so that I can get Trang up to speed and even that's rough. So you might as well go ahead and hang out with your friends. I'll see you during Christmas break if you come back."

"Yeah, I'll come back." I said, feeling a bit guilty. Severus' and mine first year anniversary was Christmas Eave. Then I scolded myself- we weren't married yet. "Of course I will."

He sighed. "God I love you Lizzy, you know that right?"

I felt tears spring up, mostly from affection. He hadn't called me Lizzy since I was eight. Then I felt frustration at my feminine hormones because I really hated crying in front of him. "Yeah Dad, I know. I love you too."

He kissed the side of my head and I thought that maybe he was crying too. Sirius had been his friend too after all. And he'd watched me be tortured in front of his eyes. He'd watched Bellatrix break my back in front of his eyes. He'd thought I would never be able to walk again. He was probably relieved that I was going to be able to go to the Weasleys this summer and be able to fly and walk and run and that I was alive.

"Dad." I whispered, having to get the question that was weighing most heavily on my heart out. "Do you think. . . do you think if I hadn't gone to save Trang. . . that Sirius would still be alive?"

"No." Dad said softly. "In fact, I think if you hadn't gone to save Trang, I think more of us would've died."

"R-really?" I asked in surprise, tears flowing down my face, "H-how do you f-figure that?"

Dad was silent for a moment and said, "We didn't know where you guys were Elizabeth. And if it hadn't been for the fact that you'd left the door open when we came in, well I don't think we would've found you for a bit longer. But we would've been searching that place forever and then when we finally found the Death Eaters. . . well no doubt they would have seen us before we'd seen them. We probably would've split up to cover more ground. I think we might've all have died that night if you hadn't gone for Trang."

I hadn't thought about this and I realized with a bit of surprise that he was right. I hadn't told Kingsley where we were. And after all, would they have even gone into the Ministry to get Trang in the first place?

"But Sirius wouldn't have gone because it wasn't Harry or me." I whispered.

"No, I think he would have." Dad said. "I've known Sirius since I was a kid Elizabeth. He was never going to have stayed behind. Not when it was you, not when it was Harry, not when it was your best friend. He might not have cared for Trang as much as he cared about. . . about you or Harry, but he cared about Trang the way that he cared about Ron or Hermione."

I nodded, feeling better but still crying, "So who's fault was it?" I asked.

"Voldemort's." Dad said firmly. "It's always been his fault and it will always be his fault."

I let out a small sob and said, "Madam Bones is dead too."

Dad's arm tightened. "Yes, that was a shame. And we lost Emmeline Vance- you knew her too."

I nodded. "It's so. . . strange. . ." I said. "I only met her once and I feel so wrecked about it. . . or maybe that's just Sirius's death bleeding into the others."

"Get some sleep." Dad said softly, kissing my forehead. "I'll be gone in the morning."

"Will you stay?" I asked softly, my fingers clutched around the front of his shabby robes. "Please? Just till I fall asleep?"

"Of course sweetheart." Dad said, sitting up a little so that I could get under the covers. He reached for the throw blanket and laid it over me. In only a few moments, I was fast asleep.

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𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 up, Dad was already gone. The house was completely empty and I wasted no time in going to the fireplace and grabbing some floo powder and throwing it down and shouting "Spinner's End 37"

Then, turning into a cat, I stuck my head in and quickly looked around. Not a soul in sight. I stepped through and jumped up onto the armchair that Severus had been sitting on when Bellatrix and Narcissa had come over.

I draped a paw over the side of the chair, become as cat like as possible. I'd been practicing for a long time. I'd fooled dad a couple of times when he came home tired. It was funny watching him trying to struggle and figure out when he'd let a cat in. Even Severus said that he sometimes forgot I was human.

"Ah, you're here." His voice filled the room. I perked an ear up and opened one large eye and then purred, closing my eye again. "Humorous." He said warmly, picking me up in his arms.

He carried me through the house to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it. I turned back into a human, surprising him and pulled him down on the floor.

"Don't you want the bed?" He murmured, sounding giddy for some reason.

"Not particularly." I murmured back, locking my legs around his waist to pull him down onto me.

"Fuck Elizabeth." He muttered, his hands slipping down to the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I felt an electric shock go through me every time he said that. His fingers clasped behind my back for my bra strap, and pulled that off too.

"Something wrong?" My voice sounded a bit unsure.

"Just don't want you to get cold." He muttered in my ear.

"Good point." I whispered against his neck.

He got up and lifted me into his arms and then walked a few steps and then we were on the bed. He pulled me on top of him, taking off his own shirt. I always felt an electric shock go through me because he always looked so different underneath. The abs, the muscles, the pecs. He chuckled, brushing a couple fingers across my cheeks.

"So lovely," He murmured before rolling on top of me, pressing his lips to mine. I closed my eyes as a reflex, feeling his fingers moving down my hips and pulling off my shorts. I shivered a bit at the tickling sensation and pressed my lips to his jawline.

And then there was that feeling that was shocking and lovely and pleasant and a bit painful all at the same time as he slid into me. But it got easier each time, and felt more lovely and more pleasant than ever.

"Sev. . ." I moaned softly. He buried his face into my neck. I turned my head slightly so that my lips grazed his throat. I loved doing this because he shivered, and he never shivered at anything else. His fingers trailed up my thigh to my breasts and I pushed myself into him as we rolled over. "Oh Sev. . ."

The blankets tangled around our bodies as we started becoming more and more just one person. He swept my hair out of my eyes, still moving furiously. I moved with him, small pains in my breasts as they bounced slightly till he reached up to cup them before pulling me down to kiss me. I melted into him.

This was our little world. This was my life. And it was all that I could ask for.

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