#the homes we tried to get for her no ome could have her

[sheepdog-and-fakegoldenretriever]

Goodbye Molly.

[spacebaby1]

Hii I saw your post where you said you wanted ansgt ideas for sukuna. You can make one where sukuna acts like she despises you (when in reality she loves you but can't stand the idea that I love you) you have never understood but you don't care. And one night you show up at her house in the early morning because the situation at your house had gotten violent (reader's father is abusive). Sorry this is very long 😭

This is about to hit home for me! I live for protective Sukuna. Enjoy!!

Your father had a ticking temper ever since your mother left him; one minute he'll be laughing and talking the next he'll start screaming and throwing things. Today wasn't different but what made it worse is that your classmate Sukuna wouldn't stop bothering you all the day. You didn't know what to do; thinking about how your father got mad last night at you for being a minute late with his dinner or deal with Sukuna bothering you, either ways you just ignored him.

When you got home you father wasn't there which was a relief and you prayed that he should just sleep somewhere out at his friend's house which he did sometimes and you were happy that tonight will be the same. You were in your room going through you instagram when a text popped up on your screen. It was Sukuna and him sending some hateful text which you ignored and went on scrolling om your phone.

It was around 3 am when you heard the door open and shut making you jump at the loud thud and you phine ringing made you flinch; Sukuna was calling, probably to annoy you and you didn't answer. Few minute later you heard shouting and screams of your father and things being thrown on the wall. Your heart dropped and immediately you ran downstairs trying to stop your father from throwing things around at your mothers framed picture. He grabbed you by the hair making your phone fall from your hand and accidentally answer to Sukuna's call. Sukuna was about to go off on you probably to mock you when he heard your painful screaming from the other side of the call, "what the hell you yelling like that?" He tried to not panic when you didn't answer but kept on screaming and crying because of your father grabbing your hair and hitting you, "P-please stop, you're hur-hurt-" you cried but your father kept screaming at you and holding you by the hair. Sukuna's heart dropped when he heard your father voice.

Jumping out of his couch Sukuna rushed out of the door and ran towards your house which was few hours from his.

He could hear the voices of your cries when he approached your house and thanked God that the door was unlocked. Sukuna rushed inside the house pushing your father away causing you both to fall. "You son of a bitch!" Sukuna picked your father by his collar and punched him till he was unable to stand. Sukuna rushed to your side as you were struggling to get up from the pain in your head while crying, "hey, hey. Let me see," Sukuna gently looked at your head and saw you bleeding a bit, you looked at him and he saw your brushed face and bleeding nose. He felt rage as he got up one more time to kick your father over and over until you cried for him to stop. Immediately Sukuna stopped and sat next to you, "Come on, I'll take you to hospital. Can you stand?" You shook your head still sobbing. "It's okay sweetie, I got you." He picked you up carried you out of the house.

Sukuna stood by your side as the nurse patched you up, he was angry and bitting on his nails. The cut on your lips, your bloody nose and the mark on your cheek made him want to go back and bear your father once again, "take this painkiller, it will help with the headache. Nothing to be worried about but we need you to stay here for the night, we need to do few checkups in case of broken bones or muscle fracture, okay?" The nurse told you as you nodded feeling your eyes heavy.

"S-sukna, you should go home, it's la-"

"The hell I'm not!" He sat beside you on the bed looking mad but not at you and you knew that. You placed your hand over his, "Thank you, Sukuna." You whispered laying your head on his shoulder to which he just hummed only to hear your soft snoring; you fell asleep on his shoulder.

Carefully he laid your head on the pillow and went to shut the door so the outside noise won't wake you up. He came back and sat on the chair next to the bed but he couldn't get comfortable. His feet accidentally hit the bed making you flinch in your sleep and you groaned in pain and was about to cry in your sleep when Sukuna jumped off the chair. Caressing your head softly, "Shhh, sorry sweetheart. Shhh go back to sleep." He whispered.

You moved to your side, holding on to his hoodie, and slowly calmed down, eventually falling asleep and holding on to him tightly. Carefully he got on the bed beside you and held you close, making sure to not hurt you as he kept on caressing your hair softly, "you don't need to worry anymore, I'm here, I'm so so sorry baby," he whispered placing a small kiss on your forehead, "I'm here for you, I'm gonna kill that man with my bare hands if he dare to touch you." You sighed in your sleep and snuggled closer to him.

[the-broken-truth]

Wednesday Goes Enid Hunting [Part 1]

Wenclair - Slight Yandere Wednesday Addams (She falls victim to the Addams' Curse) - Takes Place After The Crackstone Incident

[Enid returns to her dorm in Ophelia Hall - Upon opening the door, she finds Wednesday sitting on her bed with a Tranquilizer Gun, loading it with Darts.]

Enid: Hey, Willa. You going hunting with your family or something?

Wednesday (Filling a pouch with darts): No, this is a private hunting trip, Cara Mia. I see a very valuable prize and I don't want someone getting it before I can claim it for myself.

Enid: What kind of prize are we talking about? White Elk?

Wednesday: No - A Blonde Alpha Werewolf that stalks Nevermore's Halls.

Enid (Raises her eyebrow - Confused): But... the only Blonde Alpha Werewolf that stalks Nevermore's Halls is me.

Wednesday (Stands up and smiles at Enid): Exactly. (Cocks the gun and points it at Enid)

Enid (Looks wide-eyed and holds her hands up in surrender): Whoa! Willia, what are you doing?! Put the gun down!

Wednesday: I told you, Cara Mia - I wanted to hunt my prey before anyone else here tries to take it away from me. You are mine, Enid Sinclair, and I won't let anyone else take what is mine; so, I'm going to put you to sleep and transport you to our new home so your filthy family can't take you away from me when the break starts.

Enid: YOU COULD HAVE JUST ASKED ME TO OME WITH YOU, WILLA!

Wednesday: I know... but this way is much or enjoyable.

[Wednesday fires the first dart, causing Enid to dodge and make a run for the door as Wednesday fires 2 more darts that miss the werewolf and get stuck in the wall Enid leaves the room and runs down the hall to the stairs and leaves the hall.]

Wednesday: YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME, CARA MIA! (Runs after Enid with her gun in her hands)

The Hunt Is On

[mysteria157]

Chapter 4

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Black Fem Reader

Word Count: ~3.8k

CW: Profanity

Summary: When you think you’re a step ahead to keep Nanami out of your way, your world comes crashing down and makes it harder for you to decide to break the news.

Notes: Hi! Thank you all for taking the time to read. Reblogs, likes, or comments are always appreciated but not necessary <3 I hope you enjoy reading!

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“Who’s the father?”

The question made you flinch, tears long since stopped running and your face was surely a mess. You couldn’t answer her and couldn’t look at her even though her silver eyes were tearing you down by the second.

“Y/n. Who is the father?”

You kept your watery gaze at your desk, hoping the silence would be enough for her.

She was quiet for longer than what you hoped for, making you antsy and tense until you eventually flicked your gaze up at her. Ome furrowed her eyebrows, her face etching into a look of pure confusion before falling into disbelief, the pieces clicking together.

“Nanami?! I know you’ve always had a boner for the guy, but I’m pretty sure the last time we were in Tokyo, he made every effort to piss you off and your affection pretty much fizzled out.”

You didn’t respond, choosing instead to look down at your hands that sat pathetically in your lap. You shouldn’t have felt so chastised by Ome. But she knew you inside and out; your goals, your values and your personality. So, the surprise was warranted. The small hint of disbelief made all the more sense as well.

“Was it when we went to the izakaya?” You nodded softly; eyes still turned away. “I tried to follow you but Gojo told me Nanami texted and said he took you home. I thought he apologized.”

Oh, he took you home alright. He took you to your hotel and barely made it inside before you both were pulling at each other’s clothes and falling into a drunken and sweaty heap on your bed.

The sudden heat in your cheeks pulled you back to the present, your mind racing with every intricate detail of that night before you shook away the thoughts. Now wasn’t the time.

“What happened? Did he…you know…?”

You paled and scoffed harshly.

“No. He may get on my last nerve but Nanami isn’t a monster.” 

You went into detail about that night, describing the conversation between you both before stopping when things got entirely too explicit. 

“I thought things would be a little better after that but I woke up and he was gone and I got this instead.”

You pulled out your phone, scrolling to a chat that you wished you should have deleted sooner. How Nanami managed to get your number, you’ll never know. The only ones from Tokyo who had your number were Shoko, Gojo, and Yuji. Any one of them could have slipped him the number under the guise of wanted to discuss work related matters. You slid the phone to her, your gut churning as you watched her read the message exchange.

Nanami Kento: Y/n. I apologize for leaving abruptly this morning. We were both incredibly intoxicated and made a decision that shouldn’t have occurred. I should not have kissed you. It was against my better judgement and I apologize for making you uncomfortable. Such a mistake will not happen again. 

You did not make me uncomfortable and I understand. 

Nanami Kento: Great. Have a safe flight.

“I’ll kill him.”

Ome’s words were laced with poison, permeating the air and making your skin prickle. She let the phone clunk onto your desk, pulling away from you to pace back and forth.

“He could have just told you that in person. Fucking coward, sending it through a text. I’ll beat his ass. Pull out his Scandinavian looking hair and stuff them down his throat.”

The room was thickening with tension, your nerves fraying and your head pounding, and you could feel your throat closing up, the usual anxiety placing its heavy hands on your shoulders as you let out a shaky breath.

“It was just one night. I had gotten over it really.” 

You hadn’t.

“But I have an IUD…we used a condom…I was careful, Ome.” Your words cracked at the end, tears swimming in your vision as your emotions fluttered away from you, slipping through your fingers like melted butter. “I was careful…”

She stopped pacing, sensing your unease and coming to kneel in front of you.

“I know you were, honey. But unfortunately shit happens….and the important question right now is, are you going to keep it?”

You shook out a watery sigh, brushing away fat tears as you tried desperately to get yourself under control. The thought of an abortion had crossed your mind briefly, so fleeting that you never really let the idea simmer. Of course, you wanted a little more time in life. You were already twenty-nine but even another year or two would have been great. You could earn more money, get a higher position, find someone to settle down with.

But not everything goes according to plan and maybe this was karma for always trying to be predict how your life was going to go. While you wanted a partner to be there for you…you could do this on your own. You’ve gotten this far with your own hard work and dedication, raising a baby would be more challenging but not impossible.

You had a house that could be a home for even two children—three if you wanted to push it; a nice backyard, a good neighborhood, great schools. It was doable. And you had Ome, who would be more than enough.

“I’m keeping it. I don’t need him to raise a child. But I still need to fucking tell him and I just—” You groaned softly, wiping at your face as your eyes began to sting again. “Jin wants me to come with him to Tokyo next week for a new project that I’ll have a larger role in. I can’t avoid him; he has to know. But I can’t do this by myself Ome.”

“I’ll come with you.” She was steadfast in her response, soft hands rubbing your arms. “Don’t argue with me. You and I both know Jin would let me go with you in a heartbeat. I’m not going to let you do any of this alone.”

“Stop being so nice.” You tried to tease her through your flickering voice, body beginning to shake as your throat tightened even more. You wrung your hands together, skin tingling and beginning to perspire with cold sweat. Your chest gave a painful lurch and you could practically feel your heart beating against your ribcage. “I don’t deserve it.”

She scoffed, placing a hand on your cheek before turning you to face her. Your vision was shaking and suddenly you realized your entire body was trembling with fear.

“You’re not going to the guillotine, you’re pregnant. But you’re also having an anxiety attack, so I need you to breathe.” You followed her instructions, pulling a shaky but long breath into your lungs before exhaling. Eventually the heart palpitations stopped, the trembling reduced to intermittent jolts, and your hands had cooled against your legs. “You know exactly what you deserve, and self-loathing is not it.”

She pulled you onto your feet and went about tidying up the office; she closed the blinds, shut off the computer, gathered your purse and held out your jacket for you. You wordlessly shoved your arms into the sleeves and smiled softly at her as you pulled your purse over your shoulder. You rushed into her arms, burying your face in her shoulder as she rubbed your back soothingly.

“I told you once in middle school that I would protect you, and I will continue to do so. Just me and you, buddy.”

“Thank you.”

She hummed in reply, the motion of her hand on your back relaxing you slowly.

“I haven’t kicked a man’s ass in a long time so I might be a little rusty.”

You shook a wet chuckle into her shirt.

***

Gojo Satoru: Why did I have to find out from Yaga that you’re gonna be in the office tomorrow? Do you not like me? I thought we had something going here.

I honestly wanted to surprise you. 

Gojo Satoru: Lies.

Ome is coming.

Gojo Satoru: I forgive you 😘  

You were only expected to be in Tokyo for a few days but already your phone was blowing up with messages from Yuji, Shoko, and Gojo. It brought you a small feeling of warmth to be so accepted by people who had only known you a few weeks. You had always kept to yourself growing up. The tiny group of friends that you and Ome did have moved overseas after college and while you maintained contact, it wasn’t the same as seeing each other in person. You were just naturally introverted and were content to go to work, partake in a few hobbies when you had the time, and be a homebody.

So to feel Gojo pull you into a bear hug when you walked into the office that Monday, you savored the feeling of having more people who wanted to be close.

“Where is my lover?”

You couldn’t tell if his persistence with Omelia bordered on delirium or fear of rejection.

“She’s with Yaga and Jin, and she’s definitely not your lover.” 

You could have told him that Ome had a boyfriend, but even you weren’t really sure what the status of that was anymore. She spent most of her time complaining about him but not actively trying to leave him. Even after cheating. Regardless, it wasn’t your business to tell and you wouldn’t risk Ome’s privacy and trust. But Gojo was surprisingly nice—even if a little eccentric and chaotic—so Ome couldn’t strangle your neck if you gave him a little nudge.

After all you were pregnant, she wouldn’t be able to strangle you for a least the next ten months anyway.

“Stop trying so hard with her. If there is one thing Ome hates, it’s men who act like they have it all.” He opened his mouth to protest. “Even if you do have it all Gojo, carrying on like an annoying teenager will only earn you a punch in the face from someone like her. Like most women, she naturally hates men. But unlike most women, she will get violent if you don’t calm the fuck down.”

He shuddered; bright blue eyes filled with playful desire. The action made you chuckle softly, your face curling into a grimace.

“My soulmate.”

It was during the first team meeting of the day when Jin announced the new project that would be completed by both Tokyo and Sendai branches and that you would be working as a Co-Lead. Everyone seemed excited about the prospect, especially Yuji. You couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm as he asked his father questions, ignoring Megumi’s gentle but annoyed demands to stop talking.

You already knew to expect the glower from Nanami.

You did your best to ignore him, you really did. But just the quick glance in his direction and your eyes caught the subtle hint of disapproval in his eyes. Through the dark tint of his glasses you could see his brown irises oozing discontent. His words from five weeks ago echoed in your head, pounding in your ears and making you feel small and unimportant.

Your ideas were good. They were useful and everyone loved them. You were confident in your abilities.

So, you shot a sharp look back at him, challenging him silently as everyone else talked around you and fell into a lull in the background.

“Reworking a system that has been nothing but efficient makes no sense, wastes resources, and does nothing for no one.”

He was wrong. There was always room for improvement, and you could help make things so much better if he just pulled his head out of his ass and paid attention to you.

“Why do you care so much about my opinion?”

You watched him take a characteristic deep breath, his posture slouching forward slightly as he rested his chin atop one of his large hands, eyes not leaving yours. You refused to give in, narrowing your own at him stubbornly and trying your best to ignore the heat in your gut as he lifted an angry but perfect eyebrow.

No. You were in charge this time. You called the shots and you would be ready to tell him to shut up the moment he tried to voice any disagreement with you.

That night meant nothing in the grand scheme of things when you had a job to do.

Even though his mouth that was currently pressed into a firm line had also kissed, licked, and bitten almost every inch of your skin that night, it meant nothing. Even though his efficiency at the office carried quite well into the bedroom when he made you cum three times, it meant nothing. And even though the voice that normally shot down your suggestions had done nothing but encourage and groan and praise you as you begged for release, it meant fucking nothing.

But it meant something now that you were carrying a product of that night, now that you would have to tell him he was the father of your child.

If you even told him.

No, of fucking course you were going to tell him. How that was going to happen, you had no idea. But until then, you knew he would go above and beyond to keep the project from going your way.

Yaga was initially a little puzzled when you asked that approvals be routed to another director instead of Nanami. It was a ballsy move that had taken your entire stay in Tokyo to finally make the decision to speak to him.

“I mean no disrespect to Nanami-san, his work is fantastic, but I think it’s no deny that he is not the most…supportive to processes outside of scope.” Yaga had simply chuckled, his hard features relaxing slightly as he contemplated your words. “Please do not remove him from the project. I would still like him involved, but in order for this project to actually go live, we need eyes that are going to see all aspects, even if they are different.”

The minute he approved your ask and sent an IM to Nanami to see Yaga in his office, you knew it wouldn’t be long until he would be looking for you. You just needed to get to 5pm, hurry to the airport and settle for a scathing phone call in Sendai where you wouldn’t have to see Nanami’s face.

You thought you were in the clear.

You shouldn’t have been so confident in yourself.

You were furious as you stood in front of your boss and Yaga in his office. Whatever Nanami had told Yaga seemed to be enough to rescind the decision to remove him from the approval process and dissolve the co-lead position as Jin would be more than enough. Yaga had muttered something about the sensitivity of the project, the visibility of higherups that would be involved and Nanami’s ‘years of experience with an eye that can catch things most miss’.

He was still babbling on and on but frankly you didn’t really care anymore. You had been made a fool of and reduced to nothing but an associate from another branch trying and failing to make a difference.

The more crushing blow came from Jin’s lack of defense. Even with his characteristic soft eyes and gentle smile, his face clearly showed he had conceded to Yaga’s words, agreeing with him in ways you didn’t understand. He had mentored you. Shown you everything. Having you co-lead was his idea. He had insisted that the decision to dissolve the position was from the higherups and the higherups alone, Nanami had not suggested it but he definitely insinuated that they would be looking.

But even still…

The sharp pang of betrayal was heavy in your chest, turning painfully like a knife and making your eyes burn. You blinked away the tears before smiling at them both and agreeing with their decision. You didn’t have the energy to argue but you could feel the betrayal melt and morph slowly into raw and unbridled rage.

Nanami fucking Kento.

The stress of finding the appropriate time to tell Nanami about the baby fell at your feet in that moment when you closed the door to Yaga’s office quietly and stormed to Nanami’s office. You didn’t knock, all sense of decorum had evaporated the minute you saw that stupid gold name plate on his door and yanked it open.

He was expecting you. Of course, he was. He was the poster child of apathy as he sat reclined in his red leather chair with one leg crossed over the other, arms folded over his chest that made the fabric of his blue button up shirt stretch tight over muscles you had scraped your nails down weeks ago.

“You’re a piece of shit!” you hissed angrily at him, your fists clenching hard at your sides. “You’re a piece of shit that would rather go about his mundane life, doing the same things over and over because that’s what’s expected of him.” His indifferent stare slowly faded into one irritation, hands minutely clenching his arms. “Clock in at the same time, go about the same mind numbing routine during the day, clock out at the same time. You do the minimum of what is required to make your life easy and admonish anyone else who chooses to do more.”

He didn’t respond at first, his mind spiraling with scathing retorts that he wanted to throw your way. He hated the truth in your words. Or the truth to some degree. The bare minimum was all that was really necessary to get the job done, and he got the job done well. He made good money, got home at a decent time, got to enjoy the things he could in his spare time. Why do any different?

“But you went out of your way to make me look like a fool to Yaga because what?! Because I want to do better? I want to do more and make a difference?!”

“No.”

You bit the inside of your lip, holding back a plethora of curses that you wanted to slew in his direction.

“I went out of my way to make Yaga see reason that he was letting someone who has no idea of how this branch works, try to take the helm.” He stood slowly, walking around his desk before long legs made their way to you. You were shaking with anger to a degree that was making you lightheaded. There was no point in trying to hide your emotions from him. He had crossed a line that had released the shackles of your professionalism around him.

That familiar scent of his cologne slowly drifted up your nose, teasing and seductive, trying its best to make you pliant and submissive. You wouldn’t give in. You wouldn’t. Not this time.

“Your ideas are not bad, y/n. But with this environment, in this kind of office, they will only do more harm than good. To everyone else you are the breath of fresh air that can bring this company to the top of the marketing food chain. But I see right through you. All your suggestions are nothing but a desire for attention.”

The rage flared in your gut, your eyes widening in defiance as you opened your mouth to argue.

“You’re a bright eyed marketing specialist that just wants to be seen, a status climber with no regard for the long term effects of what you want to bring to the table. You’ll do anything to get ahead, even if that means tearing down the company that helped elevate you.”

The sound of your hand making contact with his face should have shocked you. Nanami’s head, that was knocked to the side from your harsh slap, turned back to you, his eyes wide in alarm and cheek blooming red.

You were delirious with rage, shoulders heaving deeply as the smell of hate leeched through your pores. You never would have expected those words to come from his mouth, no matter how serious and stoic he naturally was. You ignored the alarming bells of workplace assault in the back of your mind.

You didn’t care. You didn’t fucking care. He deserved it.

“Well, I’m glad to know how you really feel. That makes this so much fucking easier.” He still hadn’t moved, his eyes beginning to blink away the shock as he gaped down at you. “I’m pregnant.”

You didn’t think he could look more shocked as the words spat from your mouth. You didn’t take pity on him, if anything the expression on his face only fueled your words more. 

“I’m keeping it, even though you have no say in the matter. I don’t need your help and frankly I don’t want it. If you want to be involved in the child’s life then I won’t stop you, but I have ten months to be away from you until then.”

You walked to his door, ignoring his silence before you turned to look back at him. “You were right by the way. That night was definitely a mistake. And while I don’t regret the fact that I’m pregnant or that I’ll love it any less, I think I’ll hate the thought that you’re the father for a very long time.”

You didn’t slam the door this time, the anger seemed to evaporate from your body the minute the a/c from the hallway hit your face.

When you finally saw Ome, the look on your face must have been enough for her to piece together what happened. She didn’t speak, didn’t ask for an explanation, didn’t try to tease you to put a smile on your face. She simply helped you into your coat, put your purse over your shoulder and grabbed your hand. Her soft skin was like a tether, grounding you as much as possible to the present and reminding you that you weren’t alone.

You didn’t see Nanami as you said goodbye to Geto and Gojo or when Yuji pulled you into a teary hug, even though he would probably see you in a few weeks. But you were glad Nanami didn’t seek you out, because you didn’t know if the sight of his face would flare the anger inside of you again or make you burst into tears.

This should have been different. It should have been a heartfelt moment; a pregnancy test wrapped in a cute ribbon as you presented it as a surprise to him. It should have been tears of happiness, two people lovingly coming together to celebrate the beginning of new life brewing in your belly.

But as you were slowly and painfully beginning to accept, nothing goes as planned. No matter how hard you worked.

[lightwise]

Be There - Parts 1 & 2

Note: As I like to do (aka my brain holds me hostage until it is satisfied), I had to fill in a couple of moments that we didn’t get in S3 E4 - A Different Approach. I am approaching Tech and Echo’s absence as each character is aware of it so far—so whether he is dead or simply gone, mentions of Tech are not meant to imply that he is physically present in these scenes. 

Enjoy. 

Read both parts together here on AO3.

SPOILERS for season 3 of TBB ahead.

Part 1: Our mission isn’t over yet. 

Beep. Beep. Beep. 

Wrecker stared unblinking at the yellow transmission light as it lit up for the third time. Hunter had stepped away from the console for a brief minute to rest his eyes. This wasn’t standard procedure. When Echo or Rex or Phee needed to reach them, they usually used their wrist comms or the portable holo. The inbuilt console had been…Tech’s domain. 

“Uh, Hunter…you might wanna see this.”

A gruff sigh came from the pilot’s seat. “See what, Wreck?” 

The last beep finally entered Hunter’s consciousness as he tried to brush off the weariness that threatened to overtake him. So far they were only a third of the way around the sector found in the data from Setron. More time had been lost taking the cadets all the way out to Pabu too (not that he regretted the stop). His mind couldn’t shut off, wouldn’t stop thinking through the next place they could look every time a planet turned up empty, but he could feel his ligaments starting to fray at the edges in protest. 

Wrecker would have pointed out that he had been falling apart at more than the edges for awhile now. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered until they brought her home. He just needed to keep it together until then. 

“I…I don’t remember what the codes mean but…isn’t that…does this…”

Hunter rubbed his eyes wearily, trying to get them to focus enough to read the sharp white letters that had appeared on the dashboard. Two innocuous lines, in an old coding sequence that Tech had set up before…he blinked that thought away. 

OM.P53.NMR.2SR. BT.

Plan 53 (all comms silent for a stealth rendezvous). Nearest moon of Ryloth. 2 standard rotations. Be there. 

But it was the first letters in the sequence that caused his heart to stop in his chest. 

“I shall make it so that the first two letters of each of our names signify who is sending the message. They should always be the first letters in the sequence.” A tilt of the head and a push of the goggles up his nose had accompanied Tech giving a very pointed look in Wrecker’s direction. “That should be easier to remember than full code names, I hope.”

OM. Omega. It couldn’t be. It had to be. Nobody outside of the Batch knew this frequency—or code.

“It’s HER.” 

He gripped the edge of the console in a daze. How?? She had escaped? She had somehow found a way to contact them. She…she was alive.

“But…how do we know for sure?” Wrecker’s eyebrows pinched together in concern. “After all the luck we’ve been having…what if this is a trap, Hunter?”

The words Hunter had said before their failed mission to Eriadu haunted him now, thrown back in his face like a taunt. He knew Wrecker didn’t mean it that way, though.

“I don’t think it’s a trap. I really don’t think so. But either way…we have to try it.” He glanced at the chronometer on the dash and pulled up the coordinates to Ryloth. “Especially this location…only Omega would have picked here, where she met Hera for the first time. She knows it will be off the radar but easy to get to. We can just make it if we get going now.” He had barely swung the pilot’s seat back around before furiously punching in the coordinates. 

The Marauder’s engines picked up from their lull as they launched forward into hyperspace. Wrecker slumped into the seat beside him, staring out the flickering blue around them for a long moment. He had picked up Lula from her perch on Omega’s blanket at some point, and was passing her tenderly back and forth in his hands. 

“I really hope you’re right.”

They cautiously exchanged glances as the shock and adrenaline of the last few minutes wore off. For the first time in a very, very, long time, Hunter felt the faintest flicker of something he could call hope. But he didn’t dare let it burst into full flame. Not yet. 

Wrecker suddenly chuckled and clapped his hand on Hunter’s shoulder. “Ya know, we’re a mess. We really should clean up before we get there.” His voice lowered a bit as he added, “no reason making her worry any more than she probably already is at how rough we look.” 

Hunter scowled and pinched his brow. His brother was right. The lack of sleep and hygiene had caught up with them at this point, and they smelled worse than they looked. Omega would be able to see the wear and tear on their armor eventually, but at least they could be presentable to welcome her home. 

“Fine, I’ll go shower,” he huffed, giving Wrecker a strained grin that turned into a groan as he tore his limbs out of the seat. 

The view in the mirror only confirmed his disheveled state, and he groaned again as he tugged the bandana off his forehead and slumped against the fresher wall.

Please, please let this be real. I don’t know if I can bear another false lead.

They had crossed the galaxy five times at this point. He would a hundred more if that’s what it took. They didn’t leave their own behind.

Most of the time. 

His ears began ringing. The unbidden thought that had been slowly poking its way through his subconscious finally breached the surface. What if…what if Omega had been taken to the same facility as Crosshair. What if they had found each other? What if…she wasn’t alone?

Deke’s words had been painfully etching their way deeper and deeper into his heart since the boy had carelessly uttered them.

“At least you’re loyal.” 

If only he knew. Once Hunter had claimed those words proudly. It was the ethos he had lived by. Still wanted to live by. But…he wasn’t sure he deserved that label anymore. Too many mistakes had been made. He had failed too many times. 

Echo had told him once that their unbeatable streak on missions during the war wasn’t necessarily a good thing. And every time Hunter thought he was making the right decision, he ended up proving him right. He wasn’t prepared for the weight of failure. For the ways everything kept slipping through his clenched fists. For watching his brother point a rifle in his face and walk away. For not having the right words to bring him back. For all the ways he had to choose when there was no good choice to be had. For watching his entire world fall away. For picking shattered goggles up off the ground. For the dark and empty gunners mount that had been staring him in the face for five and a half months. 

Silver hair and a toothpick between thin lips suddenly floated in front of his eyes, sneering at him. Every choice you’ve made has been wrong. We’re all lost because of you. And then it shifted, the silver hair morphing into a scarred head and terrified, wide eyes that glistened with tears. Begging, pleading. Why weren’t you weren’t loyal to me?

No, no, no, NO. Hunter dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, trying desperately to stop the vortex spinning out of control inside his head. A sob escaped his lips as he collapsed onto the floor. He could never repair any of this. He didn’t know how. 

He sucked in a breath as he felt the faint pressure of a hand on his shoulder that couldn’t possibly be there. A clipped voice suddenly echoed through his mind. I have found that repairs, while daunting at first, simply take repeated effort and inclination in order to achieve them. It’s like a puzzle. The pieces are there, you just have to pay attention and take the time to put them back together. Steady hands. No Hunter, try moving it this way. See? I knew you could do it. 

If only he was here. Hunter wiped the traces of tears from his eyes as his hitched breathing slowly evened out. Whatever—whoever was waiting for them on that moon—he would have to face them. Whether it was a waking dream or another nightmare. He had crossed the galaxy five times in as many months. But he still hadn’t been able to outrun the pain. Hadn’t been able to outrun himself.  

It was time to try a different approach.   

Maybe not everything had to be lost. 

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Part 2: You don’t know if they’re still alive.  

“They’ll be there.”

She had cut him off adamantly. The full force of her hope (her naïveté, he had called it just a few hours prior), pushing firmly against his gentle attempt at reason. 

Crosshair knew he wasn’t just trying to prepare Omega for the possibility that Hunter and Wrecker might not be waiting for them. For them? No, they would only be waiting for her. They had stopped waiting for him a long time ago.

No, his words were more an attempt at quelling his own twisted anxiety at the prospect of facing his brothers again. It had been…a year? More? Since he had stayed behind on that blasted platform. It felt like ten lifetimes ago now. So much had changed. He had changed. Or had he? 

 A staccato thud flung them out of hyperspace, the stolen freighter now drifting quietly past the two giant orange moons that guarded Omega’s choice of rendezvous. 

Still standing behind the copilot chair, his trained eye spotted the tiny speck of light coming from the open ramp of the Marauder. So they were alive. Of course. The tiniest twitch spasmed in Crosshair’s chest at the sight. 

That open door was for her, he reminded himself again. Not him. 

The girl stood unmoving as they touched down. Her spine straight, shoulders pulling down and back, and he could see the faintest reflection in the viewport of tears welling up in her eyes. 

The ramp began to lower and she suddenly came to life, arms and legs almost flailing in her haste to reach the ground. Though he could no longer see her face, as she paused at the last step Crosshair could tell that a weight had lifted from her shoulders. The weight of taking care of herself, taking care of him, getting them both to safety. 

She had accomplished her mission. 

He had to admit, he was impressed by her. Maybe he was starting to understand a little of how quickly Hunter’s loyalty had transferred to her, how she must have driven them all crazy at first with her bright-eyed optimism and inability to take no for an answer.

She really was the best of them. 

He sighed as her words echoed in his mind—“I’m not giving up, Crosshair! I won’t let you either.” Her stubbornness was certainly the family trait, and perhaps surpassed his own.  

Those words had somehow burrowed into his chest and wouldn’t leave. But they hadn’t shocked him. He expected her to say them to anyone. They fit perfectly within the love and loyalty she showed everyone around her.     

What had shocked him were the ones she said later, after he had tried every tactic he could think of to get her focus off of him and onto her own safety. He had long since accepted what the rest of his accelerated lifespan might be—serving as a test tube and punching bag for the Empire he had once sought glory from. How fitting, really. It was his penance, for everything he had done. Everything he had failed to do. 

Why should he have a chance to live when...he sighed again and pushed away the memories threatening to engulf him. Long brown hair and a beard blurred white with snow. Round, yellow-tinted lenses blinking pointedly in his direction. The remnants of a skull chalked onto the back wall of a bunk—just enough dust left to stain his fingers. 

“None of us belong here.”

The Empire changed people. For the worse. But after all those months of isolation, all his attempts to drive her away, to keep his distance so she would stay safe—he never expected for those wide eyes to practically beam sunlight at him in that force-forsaken, grey haze of a prison. She had seen him, then. Truly seen him for who he was—and still believed in him. In all of them.  

She had tried to give him the same outstretched hand many times before—during their desperate attempts to flee the sinking facilities of Kamino; on the sun-soaked platform after. In that makeshift holding cell after Kaller, where all of this had started. 

He wasn’t sure what surprised him more—that she had offered it one more time, or that he was finally willing to try and accept it. 

Batcher whined from her corner of the cockpit, tilting her head hesitantly at Crosshair as he remained fixated, unable to move from the viewport. His musings faded as he saw a shift in the light; Wrecker’s large form had suddenly darkened the doorway of the Marauder. 

Crosshair dug his spine into the door frame behind him, waiting. 

He didn’t have Hunter’s hearing, but he didn’t need it. He could imagine just how loud the shout of joy was that Wrecker let out as he ran to meet his little—their little sister. A faint smirk threatened to tilt his lips as the giant of a man lifted Omega high above his head and spun her around, wiping tears unashamedly from his eyes. Crosshair expected nothing less. He was sure there were matching tears streaming down Omega’s face as she clung desperately to her—their brother.

But where was…Crosshair’s eyes narrowed as they caught movement inside the Marauder. Was he truly prepared to see the etched face of his former leader, brother—friend—once again? A now familiar yet terrifyingly unwelcome spasm in his hand told him he was not.  

Hunter emerged from the shadows, stopping before the overhead light could illuminate his face. 

He must have said something, before practically leaping down the Marauder’s ramp as Omega catapulted herself forward again. Crosshair’s eyes softened as he watched his stoic, touch-averse brother cradle the girl in his arms, his eyes closed, his hands shifting over her back as though he would never let her go. 

Could he blame him?

But the atmosphere shifted abruptly as Hunter pulled back, his warm smile and affectionate gaze at Omega turning into a wide-eyed, disbelieving gape as he lifted his eyes toward the freighter behind her. There was no way he could see him through the tint of the cockpit, but his other senses were more than adequate at that distance. Hunter had finally realized that Omega had not escaped alone.

Crosshair felt panic wash over him. His gaze shifted to the pilot’s controls. It would be so easy to take the wheel and disappear, leave them all behind once again. Omega was safe. That was all that mattered, right? He could ditch the ship and find work on some backwater planet, do his best to keep off the Empire’s radar.

Batcher slowly shook herself and stood up from where she had been napping the last few hours, her eyes never leaving his. His lips tightened into a thin line as they stared each other down.  

He finally let out a disgruntled sigh, shaking his head and crouching down until he could rest his hand on the curve of her head. 

“I know, I know.”

She growled a little and then licked his hand, pointedly ignoring the scowl he gave in return. 

“I’m done running. Promise.” 

He achingly stood back to his full height and turned toward the back of the ship. He could almost feel Hunter’s shocked gaze still on him. Whatever message Omega had sent them, they clearly hadn’t been expecting him to walk down that ramp after her. After all the wrong choices—how could this one possibly go any better?

The tremor took over his hand again. But he suddenly, faintly, felt the pressure of a familiar, slender hand on his shoulder. And another, firmer grip cradling his trembling fingers, easing the shattered nerves. A pulse he thought he would never hear again thrummed next to his own for the briefest of seconds. 

He had nothing left to lose. 

It was time to try living again. 

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[wierdpersonononelikes]

Was I ever good enough

(This might be cringe, so if you don't like it, please don't continue reading it, and please put in the comments. This was song inspireds ome what only a few parts and some fan fics I read and instead of You can't leave me is this one.)

Warnings ⚠️: The reader thinks that they are not worth it and tempted suicide (I don't know how to write warnings)

The song

And enjoy

You were waiting on your love, it was your anniversary and Larissa had to work but you didn’t mind you could wait for her, she said that she would just come to pick you up around 6:00 because the reservation was at 6:30. It was almost 6:00 and you waited… waited… It was 6:40 you got worried and you decided to go to Nevermore. [Time skip] It was already 7:00 when you arrived it was dark and you still had the outfit that you were going to wear to your date with her. Walking to her office you heard weird sounds like moans and you started to overthink everything {no Larissa wouldn’t do it she knows how much I suffered when I was a kid… no she wouldn’t do it} you continue walking you opened the door and your worst nightmare she was fucking someone else “L-Larissa” you said almost as a whisper, she heard your voice she looked up and she through the black hair woman on to the floor “darling… I-I can explain” “Explain what Larissa” Tears started to form in your eyes “Knowing how I suffered when I was a kid you dare to do this how…why… was I ever good enough to you” “Darling please don’t say that you know that you are good enough for me” “then why Larissa… last time for our anniversary you stayed at work and forgot about when I wait, I stay up until you come home and come home you treat me like shit” she started to walk towards you and tried to hug you but she moved out of her way “I don’t care if you come home or not, stay with this whore… and be expecting the divorce papers” she started to walk out “wait” you stop your tracks just stood there “please let us fix this” you head that and you started to laugh “fix what Larissa you broke everything” and you chuckled finishing with a big sigh and started to walk out again getting close to your car and you heard “y/n” you turn around to see larissa “what do you want” “please let’s not end like this”

You grip your hand making your knuckles turn white “Larissa don’t get closer” you warned something hated about your mother and your father was that you couldn’t control your temper sometimes and also having an unknown power was normal for your family but you were afraid of your self to and Larissa was the only on that could calm you. She was getting closer, and your grip got tighter when you couldn’t you ran and grabbed her neck, and your grip was getting tighter every second until you realized what were you doing you let her sit on the ground you looked at her she looked at her and your tears brust you couldn’t so you ran you left your car and you ran until you got tired you asked for a ride and went to the house you used to call home it was 9:00 it was going to be a long night like a few minutes later you heard the front door open you know who you could smell her perfume, you heard her heels click until you felt the couch skink she moved a bit to your left “can we talk” “about what” you said looking at the ground “please Y/n I don’t want to lose you” “you lost me when you touched her skin” you got up from the couch and left. Larissa sat there thinking of how to let that happen she felt stupidly mad at herself for letting that happen.

You'll be the saddest part of me

A part of me that will never be mine

It's obvious

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

You're still the oxygen I breathe

I see your face when I close my eyes

It's torturous

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

Larissa couldn’t sleep she felt lonely she needed you here, she cried for hours thinking and knowing that you would never be hers again. The worst thing is that you are her everything, she tries to sleep she sees the smile that you always had and the look on your face when you entered her office that night, but she can’t.

So don't be sad when I'll be gone

There's just one thing I hope you know, I love you so

She can’t imagine leaving you and if she has to to make you feel better she will the only thing that she wants you to know is that she loves you.

'Cause I don't even care about the time I've got left here

The only thing I know now is that I wanna spend it

With you, with you nobody else here

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

She wants you here with her and even if she still slept with someone else she still misses you and loves you.

You couldn’t you were mad at everything even at yourself, you felt like it was your fault for everything {hate myself for not being a good wife} you thought to yourself you couldn’t you left the hotel and went outside.

Larissa was worried she needed to tell you how it happened she couldn’t let you go thank good that she still had that tracking device just in case something happened to you.

[Time skip]

In a few minutes, Larissa found you on top of a building how you got there she doesn’t know, she ran it while but she got there she was walking slowly to you but she saw you got up and ready to jump, you had your headphone on so you couldn’t hear her you felt the air in your face “was I ever good enough” you whisper to yourself and lean forward when Larissa saw talking to yourself she ran as quickly as she could, you felt your death coming finally your where going to be free until you felt you hit something…

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[magicallittlet]

Magical Diary - Fred Weasley

18+

Warnings: mention of alcohol, consuming alcohol, smut, smoking, smoking w33d, strong language, heavy kissing.

Flasbacks are written in cursive

One - The dream

I've had the same dream every night since my fourth school year at Hogwarts. It always started out as a peace full, yet odd dream. Then suddenly everything turned dark. And the last thing I remember from the dream is a green sharp light. The dream was a memory, a memory that was not easily erased. I soon discovered that the remembrance was about my mother's sudden death.

The events over the summer had been hard on me, so to tell you my story, I'm not going to start from the beginning. I'm going to remember them step by step. It's not that my memory had been Obliviated or anything. It's just easier for me to start right here. But just to get to know me a little, here is just a bit of my childhood.

I had grown up in a town outside London, with my guardian Lydia and her muggle fiancé Henry. Lydia took me in when I was almost two years old. She had been told that she could not have children of her own, so when my dad asked her to take care of me, even though she had major disagreement with my father's decision, she couldn't turn it down. We lived in Epping just outside of London. A little old town filled with charming streets. Henry came into our lives when I was around 7 years old. Lydia told him right away, when things got serious between them, that she was a witch, and that she was raising a little girl with the same condition as her. Henry fell even more in love with her and accepted the adventures and challenges that come with living among two witches. As for my dad. I never saw him again. That was until my fourth school year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I had always been aware that he was still alive. But with the fact that he gave me up, I had never in my life thought that he would turn up as the new defense against the dark arts teacher. It took me some time to figure it out. But it was a chair swung to my face. And it made my school year much more difficult than I had ever imagined. And as I was on my way downstairs some of the events from the recent school year flicked before my eyes.

When the period ended, I walked up to Mr. Lupin to give him the homework assignment from the last DADA class. "That was fast, '' Professor Lupin said, like he was confused. "Is that a bad thing?" I asked, a little worried. What if I had screwed up. I really wanted to impress him. He was such a good teacher. "Not necessarily," Professor Lupin said, with a big smile. "Sorry Professor '' I started, and he looked up "You are not by any chance from London sir" I asked, "No, no I'm not" he said with a comfortable voice, while he shook his head. "Oh, okay. I could just swear that I've seen you before" I said curries. "Take some chocolate... it's okay" he said while he was pointing at a pack of chocolate at his table. "Thanks Professor" I said while I took the chocolate and walked out of the classroom.

As I walked out of the classroom, I heard two voices from each side of the doorway. Fred and George were standing leaned up against the wall, just outside the classroom. "Uh she got the chocolate, '' Fred and George said, while they walked on each side of me. "Jealous," I asked confidently. "Not really," George said. "We got some fun to do, Clark," Fred said playfully, while he played with my blond curly hair. "Guys we have Quidditch soon" I said while I tried to stop Fred ruining my hair. "There is just no fun in you, Clark" George said "Coming Fred" he added. Fred smiled at me and went the other way.

I wonder if he knew back then. If I was his daughter. I don't know what's worse. Not realizing that your daughter had attempted Hogwarts, or knowing that she was sitting right there, right in front of you, not being willing to say or do anything about it.

Henry and Lydia gave me some days to rest when I came home from one om the most traumatizing years at Hogwarts I've ever had. I know it sounds selfish, because since I've started Hogwarts a lot of dangerous and traumatizing stuff had happed. Like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named living in the back of our defense agents the dark arts teacher's head. Then the chamber of secrets opened, and a giant basilisk was trying to kill all muggles at the castle, and luckily it didn't have any lock killing any. But these times I've never been in real danger.

After all Hogwarts is a school for little witches and wizards. But also, a school there had been there for centuries and hides a lot of secrets. Something like that is maybe not expected, but everything is possible.

After some days of resting, the day finally came. Professor Dumbledor and Professor McGonagall even paid a visit. We all sat down in the living room, with tea and scones. Lydia had made her homemade clotted cream and raspberry jam– with the berries she was growing in our little green house. Lydia loved her plants. She gave me real Hufflepuff vibes. But she was sorted into Ravenclaw back then.

"Take a seat, Ill fix you some tea" Lydia said to Dumbledor and McGonagall. They each picked the armchairs we had placed on each side of the coffee table, facing the sofa. Witch put me between Lydia and Henry on the sofa. Now I felt pressure.

McGonagall looked concerned, but Dumbledore just looked hungry at the scones.

"Maybe we should just get started for Rebecca's sake" McGonagall said concerned, looking at Professor Dumbledore to get his attention. Dumbledore slowly looked away from the scones and started focusing on looking at me. It was a soft glance as Dumbledore usually gave. "Very well miss Clark, or would you now prefer Lupin" Professor Dumbledor asked kindly. I smiled back at him. Dumbledor was such an odd man. And I admired him for that. "I still prefer Clark Professor. I don't identify with Lupin. Thank you for asking" I said polite. Both professor Dumbledor and Professor McGonagall smiled at me. "Very well miss Clark. Due to the events of the end of last school year, I have been informed and willingly wants to talk to you about the happenings and help you how to get by with the things you have witnessed. Rebecca Clark has been up against the mass murderer Sirius Black" As Dumbledor finished, he smiled and winked to me. I winked back. We both knew that Sirius was incident, but Dumbledore, Harry, Hermine, Ron, Mr. Lupin and I had decided not to tell our families about Sirius just yet. "Due to that event, miss Clark is required at my office once a month to have a meeting at my office with her house Teacher Professor McGonagall" Dumbledore ended. "But can we talk about what happened. We have given Rebecca some time to heal, before, I mean. I don't want to pressure her. But we need to know what has been going on to help her. Right professor" Lydia asked while pouring McGonagall a cup of tea. "Rebecca will speak when she is ready, it is for the best" Professor McGonagall said carefully. It was for the best. She was absolutely right, but I really wanted to get it off my chest sooner than later, so I could carry on with my life. Everyone around me agreed. "Professor I am ready to tell my story" I said convincing and started to tell Lydia, Henry, Dumbledore and McGonagall what had happened.

Lydia and Henry listened closely and carefully to what I had to tell about the events of that night. "I was on my way down to Hagrid, he had some ingredients I needed for a potion I was making with Fred, Lee and George" I explained as McGonagall and Lydia gave me a strict look, but I had promised Dumbledor to tell the truth. "When I saw...". A knot suddenly tired up my stomach. I hadn't expected it to happen this soon. This was where I learned that I had never been in any danger. The only person who had put me in a dangerous situation that night, was Remus. "When I saw Harry and Hermione ran after a black dog, the grim I presumed. I had to get help. I remembered that I had just passed processor Lupin just before I went over the wooden bridge, so I ran back to find him. Luckily, he hadn't gotten that far. So, as I reached him, I let him know what I had witnessed" I paused. "And did professor Lupin tell you to follow him" McGonagall asked surely. I had hoped that she hadn't asked that question, because I didn't really want to answer it. "No, professor, he asked me to get back to my dorm immediately. But I followed Professor Lupin anyway" I answered with a heavy breath. This was not the point of it, I was there no matter what Remus had told me to do.

Dumbledor was smearing some clotted crème onto a scone, topping it with a teaspoon full of jam. "So, you followed him anyway" McGonagall asked wondering. I scratched my cheek, trying to find a good explanation. But nothing came to me. Why did I even run after him? Like I was going to safe the whole day. Maybe that was the reason I made it into Gryffindor. "I don't know Professor, I wanted to help. Ever since I Remus, sorry, Professor Lupin started teaching, I had felt some kind of urge to... I don't even know what it was. First, I thought it was a crush, like the innocent crush you have on a teacher. But it was something ells. Like a feeling that he needed me to come with him. I don't know, it's silly and I'm sorry for putting myself in danger" I ended. "So, what happed when you and Professor Lupin entered the shrinking shack" Dumbledore asked like it was the juicy part now. "I walked behind Remus the whole time. I wasn't in any danger. I had my wand, and I'm good with spells. The first person I saw was Sirius and then I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione. Then it got to me. Remus and Sirius were old friends. And I was going to die. All of us was going to die. But somehow Snape and Remus helped us out of there, and we got out safe. Then the light of the full moon hit Remus and he attacked me. After that I woke up in the hospital wing and apparently, I have Veela blood in my veins, luckily for that otherwise I would be a werewolf by now" I ended with a fake smile. "And then there was your dream" Dumbledor asked politely. "The one you came you came to my office to discuss" he added. This was the part I wasn't ready to talk about. The knot in my stomach tightened even more. I let out a small grunt to let Dumbledore know that he could continue. "It is an unlocked memory. One that I cannot tell you more about. One you must figure out yourself. I hope you can understand" Dumbledore ended.

The the room was left heavy and quiet.

"Rebecca Just a simple question. Would you like to remain living with your guardians or would you like to contact Lupin to find a way and live with him" Dumbledor asked and then reached for a scone. "I would like to continue living here Professor, if that's ok. This is my home" I said with confidence, even though I really wanted to get to know Remus. "Good, just as we expected. Now I just need to inform the tree of you about something really serious and you cannot speak of this afterwards. This is going to be between the five of us, and when the time comes, we do as we discussed today" Dumbledor started. The atmospheria in the living room chanced immediately to something dark and could. Even though I thought that my story was dark, this was something ells. "We have a hint that Him-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is planning his return" Professor McGonagall said rather serious. I looked at Lydia and her face turned bright white. She looked like she was about to cry, scream and through up at the same time. Lydia then ran her fingers through her hair. Henry was looking at her, but suddenly he jumped up. "Wait, he is supposed to be dead. How can he plan his return, if he is dead" Henry yelled. McGonagall got up of her chair too and placed a calming hand on Henrys shoulder. Henry always seemed so stupid when it came to the magic world, but now it just seemed like he knew everything about it. He was even more upset than I have thought he would be. "There is no easy way to inform you this, so it's best if you just listen to what we have to offer" McGonagall said calmly. "Lydia and Rebecca would be in grave danger; I cannot protect them here alone" Henry said shockingly. Lydia said nothing, she just took Henrys hand to calm him down. He then sat back down on the sofa again. "If this is going to happen, I want Rebecca to move in with Remus, for her own protection. And for the two of you, we have a hide out for you in Scotland. But Rebecca can't come. She will attract danger. Understood" Dumbledor said firmly and all of us knotted. "And you are not to speak of this again, before the time comes. Agree" Dumbledor continued. Lydia got up and cleared the table. "Thank you for the lovely scones, Lydia, it was a pleasure to see you again Henry, and I'll see you soon miss Clark".

As I walked back upstairs to my room, started to remember the good things about my fourth school year. It was also awesome to be a witch, after all. But what now, what was I supposed to do now? All the fun always came with Fred, Geroge and Lee. The gossiping with Katie. The sneaking to the kitchen for a late-night snack with Comac. And the butterflies whenever Cedric Diggory brushed his hand threw his hair and smiled at me.

I smiled with the thought of that. I sat down on my bed to daydream even more. But that was soon interrupted by some noise coming from the street, so I went by the window to see what was going on. Some family was moving in on the other side of the street. But I couldn't care less. I was impatient to get back to Hogwarts and the first week of summer wasn't even over. But then someone caught my eye. It was the soon to be 6th year student, a Slytherin stud. Adrian Pucey. He was one of the chasers on the Slytherins quidditch team. He knocked me off my broom last year at my first match. Asshole. He reminded me of someone. Not really but there was something about his dimwitted smirk and somehow misunderstood person.

The first person I saw in the room at the Shrieking Shack, was... Sirius Black. I wanted to cry. He was a wanted murderer, and we were just four kids trying to survive. In a heroic but stupid decision, I pointed my wand at him, while I slowly and carefully followed Professor Lupin into the room. "Leave Harry alone" I said with a shaky voice. I really wanted not to sound scared, but I couldn't help it. He just laughed. Something was wrong with Rons leg. I hurried over to him, to take a look, maybe it was something I could heal. "If you are going to kill Harry, you have to kill us too" Hermione said. Her voice broke. We all thought that we were going to die. "No. only one will die tonight," Sirius Black said with a sore throat. I looked back over my shoulder, to see that Sirius was pointing a wand towards Ron and me. I was too scared to scream.

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[rebeccalouisaferguson]

Rebecca Ferguson on the relationship with Sweden - and Swedish film: "Give me a role" The criticism after the TV4 interview: "I don't want to fuck it up"

LONDON. Rebecca Ferguson, 40, has left Sweden and is taking Hollywood by storm.

But beyond the successes with "Dune", "Silo" and "Mission: impossible", she is careful to nurture the ties to her home country.

"I don't get that many Swedish offers, give me a role", says Rebecca Ferguson to Aftonbladet Nöje.

The Hollywood star is sitting in a suite at the five-star Rosewood Hotel in Holborn in central London. Here, the blockbuster "Dune: Part two" has occupied an entire floor for marketing and interviews ahead of the premiere date, which in Sweden is February 28.

Since a couple of years ago, London is also Rebecca Ferguson's hometown.

"I left Sweden, after covid I really moved", says the actress.

She grew up in Stockholm with a British mother and a Swedish father, went to Adolf Fredrik's music classes and broke through as a 15-year-old with the TV4 soap "Nya tider" where she had the lead role as Anna Gripenhielm. This in turn gave her a role in the American-Swedish drama series "Ocean Ave".

After she moved to Österlen in 2007 to be in the BBC's Wallander film "Sidetracked", she chose to stay in Simrishamn in Scania. There she met the filmmaker Richard Hobert, who gave her one of the main roles in the feature film "En enkel till Antibes", where she played opposite Sven-Bertil Taube, among other things. Then the international career really took off.

Wanted to start a colony Rebecca Ferguson played the main role of Elisabet Woodville in the BBC series "The white queen", for which she was Emmy nominated, Jenny Lind in the musical "The greatest showman" (2017) and the British spy Ilsa Faust in several "Mission: impossible" films. But when she wasn't working with Tom Cruise, Hugh Jackman or Michael Fassbender, she tried to build a life on the plains of East Scania. Until a few years ago.

"I built a large farm in Knäbäckshusen and tried to create some kind of colony there, with a key box, so that people could come and go, she says. "But then I had a long conversation with my son where I really said "what am I doing?"

Until 2015, she was together with Ludwig Hallberg, with whom she has a 16-year-old son, Isac. But according to Rebecca Ferguson, the ex-boyfriend was not completely on board with the plans for an open-door farm.

"Ludde" said that "we are fine, we don't need a colony, we live here", and I felt that I needed to find a root somewhere. I needed to let go of Simrishamn and root in London.

Assistant and schedule Today, Rebecca Ferguson lives in Richmond in West London with her husband Rory, who she married in December 2018. Together they have a daughter Saga, who turns 6 this spring, and Rebecca Ferguson describes the puzzle of recordings, marketing and family life as a well-oiled machine.

"It works great. I have such a luxury. It's like running a business in that it's scheduling and I have people to help", she says.

Although life as a movie star is often changeable, Rebecca Ferguson makes sure that the children have structure in their lives.

"I have an assistant, but it's more of a family friend who helps with our daughter and makes sure to fly over my son. I am also extremely close to my son's father, we are very communicative and talk all the time. We are like a big family and it's like a puzzle, but it works."

Criticism after interview The relationship with the home country suffered a thorn in connection with an interview with Efter fem on TV4 in April last year, where she did not want to speak Swedish and questioned reporter Nanna Martorell's English skills.

A storm of criticism followed and Rebecca Ferguson was noticed, among other things, by the Instagram account "Dyngbaggegalan", which celebrates uncomfortable moments from Swedish television.

Rebecca Ferguson has said that she was saddened when she heard about the criticism after the interview and said that she did not recognize herself. Almost a year after the interview, which was supposed to be about the film "Mission: impossible: dead reckoning", she brings up the incident herself - when Swedish "Dune" colleague Stellan Skarsgård, 72, comes forward.

"Stellan, I love him. That Swedish root is so important. That's why I was so sad about the interview that took place between me and Nanna. It became such a big deal", she says.

"I was misinformed, I had no idea who I was going to meet, only that I had an angry journalist who was pissed off. They asked if they should cut her out but I said "no, take her in, why is she so damn angry?" So I went in with the gas at the bottom - and met the world's most beautiful woman."

Is there something still gnawing at you?

"The reason I bring it up is that the Swedish relationship, for example to Stellan, when I speak Swedish, feels so important. It is enough for someone to speak Swedish and I feel a sense of calm."

"Was extremely rude" Rebecca Ferguson is worried that the interview has given the Swedes a wrong image of her as an expatriate Hollywood diva.

"The only thing I needed to know was that Nanna is okay, because I was extremely rude to her. I called her, we had the world's conversation and now she gets any interview she wants," she says.

"But I don't want that role in Sweden. Sweden is the archipelago, semlor, Värmdö and my dad, Vasastan and Rörstrandsgatan – I don't want to fuck it up."

In addition to "Dune: Part two", this year Rebecca Ferguson is also currently in theaters with "Mission: impossible - dead reckoning part two". At the same time, she is recording the second season of the TV series "Silo".

Opens for Swedish film But despite a burgeoning Hollywood career, she keeps the door open to making Swedish films.

"It is not important in that way that I have to do culture in Sweden, but give me a script that is great, give me a role. I don't get that many offers so that would be great," she says.

In an interview with the British newspaper The Guardian in October 2019, the star said that "I don't get recognized and that suits me". According to Rebecca Ferguson, very little has changed on that front in the last five years - despite the fact that her CV has been significantly replenished.

""It's pretty cool when you're at a premiere, like with "Dune", and it's like a rock concert: thousands of people screaming when Timothée and Austin - and also me - come in. It has created such a large following, she says.

"Mission" was probably also a bit like that, with Tom. It's on a whole other level. I can imagine that many people in this film need security personnel when they are out and about. But I can only go where I want and do what I want."

Doesn't want to be seen as a diva Rebecca Ferguson estimates that four to five people a day come to her.

"They take a picture, you give them a small hug or a high-five, and move on," she says.

"There is probably a part of me that wishes I also needed to be snuck out of a restaurant from the back way, because there are so many people out there who just love me. It is the ego. But the sane part of me thanks God that I can go wherever I want with my children, my husband and my friends."

The same applies when she comes home to Sweden - which she is happy about.

"Sweden is somehow my soul. I wouldn't like to come to Sweden and it would have been the world's damned "hoppla". That's why I think I brought up this interview with Nanna again, that it hurts me that so many people saw a side of me that I'm not, which is a diva."

Rebecca Ferguson on… …to miss large parts of the "Dune" sequel's extensive PR tour:

"I'm filming "Silo" season two so I've only had to jump in now, it was no from my production company Apple because they needed to finish. Considering the strike (in Hollywood), we were behind in the filming. And I have had such FOMO. It's been a hell of a job, and at the same time quite nice, because I get anxiety on all these red carpets, I think it's quite tough."

…combining promotion of “Dune” in Paris with “Silo” recording in the UK:

"I worked during the day, flew into Paris, did interviews, changed, premiere, did the red carpet, then everyone else came, then we took one or two pictures, then I had to jump into the car, take off the corset and everything, jump into gym clothes, get on the train, take the 21 train back to London, drive to the hotel by the studio and then I was there filming all day."

…"Dune" colleague Stellan Skarsgård, whose son Gustaf Skarsgård she also worked with, in the film "We" (2013):

"He has 150 children and his family is so damn cool. God I can see it in him. And I miss Gustaf, I haven't seen him for a long time. They are such a big family and so close."

…”Dune” director Denis Villeneuve:

"He is the best director I have ever worked with. I know that in Sweden we hate the word "normal", but he is adequate, normal and so damn stable. He is calm and it rubs off on others. He doesn't have an ego, he's shy, he's direct, has a plan, he's incredibly prepared, and you don't push him. And it's awesome."

…the collaboration with Villeneuve:

"I'm mischievous, I'm cocky, I talk before I think. When I'm sensitive, I talk. And he likes it. So he and I work great together."

…the Swedish traditions she misses in Great Britain:

"I want to start holding cancer plaques, wearing a hat and the whole choir. Midsummer must be in Sweden. I have to start booking to go over, if you could rent a small house in the archipelago and take friends there and spend midsummer. At Christmas we celebrate twice and mix Swedish and British traditions."

Translated from swedish for @rebeccalouisaferguson

[faghubby]

mother in law

I had met Teresa, Terry in our junior year of collage. I was a loner had no real friends. I worked alot paying my own way thru school. Terry was the opposite. She was popular,on a free ride. Terry approached me one day. She just walked up introducedherself and asked me on a date. I couldn't believe it. Actually she didn't ask just kind of told me. She picked me up, I had no car. She picked a nice restaurant I knew I could not afford but she told me not to worry about it. She dropped me off and walked me to my door. And kissed me goodnight. Our whole relationship seemed to be backwards. Terry was definitely in control. But I was om with that. Fast forward a year.

Terry was down on one knee she presented me with a ring.

"Paulie, will you marry me" she asked. Stunned but not surprised she asked me.i said yes. She slid the ring on my finger.

"I am suppose to give you a ring" I said shuffing my feet.

"Don't be silly, we have never been traditional" she kissed me. We then had sex, well kinda. We never had actually sex. Lots of oral, petting, anything other then penatration. She wanted to wait till we were married. I had only had sex once. In high school. With a girl that like me wanted to just have sex at least once before we graduated. It wasn't memorable. But Terry would keep me on edge for hours sometimes days.

After that I took her home to meet my mom. Mom loved Terry and was happy I had found someone especially someone so pretty and smart. It was different when I met her Mom. She was a striking stern woman. She didn't think I was good enough for her daughter. I tried very hard to please her, but nothing worked.

"Mom likes you, don't be silly" Terry told me. "Spend the day with her tomarrow. I have to go to my cousins Bachelorette thing anyway" Terry suggested. We slept in separate room while we stayed at hermom's. I had not even seen Terry before she set out for the day. I canr downstairs to find my future mother in law sitting at the kitchen table.

"Just the two of us today, Gina" I commented

"Yes, I was thinking we should talk" she said

"Great" I said grabbing a cup of coffee.

"My daughter deserves a disaplined man" she started "someone who will treat her correctly"

"I would never hurt her" I tried to assure her. She smirked

"That I am very sure of. I feel you know your place just need to understand what that means" she explained I was confused

She took both my hands. "Terry is the dominant one" she stated. I nodded slightly unable to look in her eyes

"You have to learn what it means to be her's" she told me. "She says you have a little penis as well" I was shocked and blushed.

"I dont" I started

"Shh, it's ok" she assured me. "But you speak out of turn, you don't serve her as well as you should. I can help you learn how to behave" she told me.

"You would like that wouldn't you?" She asked. I looked up and nodding wanting to please her.

"In this marriage for lack of a better term you will have to learn to be the wife" she told me. Terry will be the breadwinner." She stated I didn't deny this.

"So the house work, along with other duties will fall to you" she continued. I understood and again shook my head.

"You need to remember her needs will come first" she told me.

"So I have a way for you to remember your place" she smiled and handed me a small pink bag.

"I want you to wear these everyday " I opened the bag there were half a dozen pair of panties in the bag.

"I couldn't, what would Terry think" I stated.

"Why would she know what your undies looked like?" And the small soft material wil, be a constant reminder of your place.

"Go on go get changed" she told me. I got up and went into the bathroom. I didn't know why but if it made her like me then what the hell. I slid on a satin pink bikini cut panties. They felt amazing I thought. Then put my pants back on.

Gina put me to work. First she asked me to help her wash the windows since she didn't like the ladder. Although I could clean them all without one. Then dust the high places. But since your doing it just do everything. This took all morning. She made lunch.

"How do you like your new undies?" She asked me. I blushed

"They are really soft and comfortable" I told her embarrassed to say so.

"Glad you like them. I am going to teach you to do laundry after lunch" she informed me. First it was simple separate colors and fabrics. I knew most of this anyway. How to get out different stains. Then she started on hand washing. And had me wash all of her lingerie.

"Terry, will not have time to do this. You will have to do this for her" she told me. I was so embarrassed as I washed my mother in laws panties.

"OH that's dried cum" she told me as I picked up one red pair.

"It will come out easy with soap and water" she informed me. I was kinda freaked out having to wash another man's cum out of her panties.

"Terry may take a lover someday, would you be okay with that?" Gina asked.

"I don't think I" I stuttered

"Do you deni that you have a small penis, could it satisfy her?" She asked. Her hand lightly smacked my ass. Washing her underwear, thinking about and talking about sex made me hard. Which made me even more embarrassed.

"You need to know her needs come first" Gina reminded me. Her hand stayed on my ass rubbing it softly. The more uncomfortable I became the more she loved it..

"You have never even tried to have sex with her. She tells me everything. Wonder if she is having sex with a stripper right now" Gina whispered. Tears started to roll down my face.

"It's OK sweety I am sure she is just out having fun with the girls" she told me."come find me when you finish" and Gina left me alone to finish. I couldn't get the thoughts out of my head. Was Terry cheating on me. Had she done so before. She never wanted sex. Was she having sex with someone else. I finished and went to find Gina

"All done" she smiled. "You like helping around the house don't you?" She asked. I has to admit I didn't mind. I found it relaxing.

"Why don't you go clean up the bedrooms, make the bed aamd such" Gina told me. I started the master. As I went to make the bed I found Gina's vibrator under her pillow. I just left it there.

"You need to clean that and put it in my nightstand" Gina said from the doorway. I had not even noticed her. I picked it up by the base.

"Simple soap and water, use your hand like you where giving it a handjob" Gina told me. I could not believe this bit did as she asked. Then dried it and put it away. I found a larger one in the room Terry had been sleeping in. I washed her big black realistic vibrator as well. Is this what she wanted? Needed? I could not stop picturing Terry getting fucked by some big black man. In the guest room I found the little pink bag of panties. I hid them in the back of a drawer. I found myself vacuuming the whole second floor before I went to find Gina again. I helped her make dinner. As we where cooking Terry came home.

"Did you two have a good day" she asked kissing me.

"Yes" I sang.

"Very informative, surprising even" Gina smiled. Terry seemed pleased. We ate and talked about the wedding. Afterwards we settled in the living room where Terry sat in the overstuffed chair.

"I bet her feet hurt. All day in those shoes." Gina whispered handing me a bowl of popcorn. I gave it to Terry and sat at her feet and started to massage them.

"OH yes" she smiled. She had me work up and do her calves as well. Gina handed me a tray with a nail file and polish.

"Your going to give me a pedicure too" Terry almost jumped up. She pistioned herself so I could see up her dress. She did it on purpose teasing me. As I tried and buffeed her toes. Then painted them. We spent the rest of the evening with her cuddling me. She then said good night. I laid in bed wanting to jerk off the panties where driving me crazy. When my door opened and Terry snuck in. She slid under the covers. I wasn't thinking and rolled to kiss her. her hand grabbed my hard penis.

"What are you wearing?" She whispered and turned on the bedside lamp.

"OH, my God, where did you get those?" She laughed

"Your mom, she thinks I need to remember to serve you first" I said barely above a whisper to embarrassed to even move. She rubbed me thru the satin material

"So you wore them for me?" She smiled.

"She got me more" I stated seeing how happy and excited it made her.

"Really?" She laughed out loud.

"I am suppose to wear them until we leave" I told her. "Terry? Would you ever cheat on me?" I asked

"I don't know, would you like me too?" She gripped my penis hard thru the thin material. "You fit so well in these tiny panties" she added

"I would want you to be satisfied" I responded. And we left it at that.

"Would you like to cum in your pretty pink panties?" Terry asked me. I knodded. "Then you have to promise to thank mommy by giving her a pedicure tomarrow just like you did me.

"I promise I told her and she jerked me twice before I came in my panties.

"Haha faster then ever, you must really like panties" she smiled. After that she had me go down on her till she came twice. Then snuck back to her room. I got cleaned up and changed. I thought about it but slid on another pair of panties. These had more frilly lace. But still very soft. The next day we all went shopping. I understood my place as I held both there pocketbooks and bags. Gina would whisper things I should do. Like help Terry try on shoes kneeling to do it for her. Terry took great pleasure in teasing me rubbing her foot in my crotch as I helped her. After lunch they decided to get mani pedi.

"You did lovely last night Terry told me. But you need practice pointing out the uneven polish and the cuticles not cut back. They also decided I should get one as well.

I paid attention on how the woman did mine so I could do better In the future. Just as I was about done . Gina handed the woman doing my toes a bottle of pink polish. I didn't say a word as the woman painted my toes pink. When I saw Terry nod and rub her breast to tease me.

"Pink panties and now your toes match" Gina laughed as we left. I walked behind them still even carring thier pocketbooks.

Just before we left Terry pulled me into Victoria secrets.

"Pick out two pair" she said rubbing my ass. She led me over to a table.

"You like when I wear thongs" she stated. Picking up a pink and a purple thong. I just nodded that I did. Not realizing she had bought them to fit me. When we got home Gina commented how her feet hurt.

"Paulie will help you" she told her. I just looked and sank down and started to rub her feet. Gina spread her legs like Terry had last night showing me her panties. We ordered takeout I served them both since they had a hard day shopping. After we ate.

"Paulie, I forgot to make the beds and tidy up this morning" Gina told me with a glance from Terry I got up and went to take care of it. Again I found Gina's toy out and washed it and put it away. When I got to my room I found the new thongs on the bed. Terry came up behind me.

"I want you to think about wearing panties from now on, not just till we leave forever" her hand slid down the back of my pants and rubbed my ass thru the silky panties.

"I want you to be my good gurl" she said kissing my neck. Her finger pushed against my hole.

"Terry, please" I whined.

"Would you be willing to be my wife, mom gave you taste" she reminded me." She told me her finger probing my hole.

"We have never had sex. Because I want you to be the one getting penatrated." She continued.

"I am willing to try" I moaned.

"Fantastic baby, we have lots to do" she kissed me.

To be continued

[strawberry-chopstick]

It's you and i

Nishimura Riki X fem!reader

Genre-fluff(duh) high school au

Warnings- none (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~ not proof read...

A/N (💌) -I'M SO SCARED YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I'VE NEVER WRITTEN ANYTHING BEFORE!!

After a long day of studying, all you wanted to do was get home, you've been working so hard these past few days just so you could get good grades to get into the school of your dreams, but you've been working yourself too hard, way too hard, and you need a break.so instead of calling your buddy,sunoo to pick you up from the school library, you decide to walk home, alone, at 4pm, how smart is that?

Meanwhile Riki and his friends were at the basketball court near your house, practicing for the auditions for the team taking place in a few days. "And just like that, another one goes in." Riki says with the biggest grin on his face as his teammates sit as they've been doing for the passed 15 minutes. " can I go home now?" Jungwon asked with the most tired and drained voice imaginable. "Your kidding right? We just started" Riki says as if they haven't been practicing for 2 and a half hours ( by practicing I mean watching him throw a ball into a hoop repeatedly) "Riki, look! It's y/n!!" Sunghoon rushed to tell Riki about the rare sighting of his crush,you. Riki's face soon turned a dark shade of pink as he saw you walking passed the court. "Now is your time to shine, Nishimura, go for it, ask her" jay says with a smirk, those words have left his mouth countless times, but today, Riki was going to actually do it.

"hey, Y/N, wait up!" You looked back with the most puzzled emotion on your bare face, you saw the figure of the tall boy running in your direction, he waved to you, but you could only show a wide smile since your hands were occupied with your laptop and other necessities. " oh uh hi riki-" he stopped you before you could say anything. " can I maybe walk you home" you felt as your cheeks heated and became a shade of red. "Oh uh sure" Riki took you bag from you and the two of you faded away into the distance from the court. Riki was embarrassed when he heard the boys cheering him on, but it was so far away, it sounded more muffed.

"It's kinda quiet here, huh?" Riki tried to start small talk. " I suppose, but it's always nice to walk with someone , just you and I" Your words sent shivers down riki's spine, and it wasn't long when you stopped at your doorstep.

"thanks for the walk Riki, I really enjoyed it" you said with the prettiest eyes and brightest smile, Riki nodded his head in agreement but stood still as you pressed a kiss on his cheek. He felt his skin tingle."see you at school, Nishimura Riki"

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OMS WHY IS THIS SO TERRIBLE I'M SORRY...I LOVE YOU LMAO ...

[gothic-lottie]

DIRECTORS CUT OF FIC HAND IT OVER /nf

Thank you so much for asking but Char, my fic is 40 whole chapters. I can't possibly do the whole thing in one go.

I'll give you a couple of my favorite details that I don't think anyone noticed though. I think this should be obvious, but spoilers ahead if you are mid way through my fic, Beating Some Sense Into You.

1. This one is a few moments that are supposed to foreshadow something about Ominis in my fic.

This is in chapter 17, Sebastian, Ominis, and Isobel are about to watch the pensive memory in the undercroft and Sebastian commented that if Ominis could see in the pensive, they should all show him their own memories so he knows what everyone looks like.

“I already know what you and Anne look like but I'm curious to see what Isobel is like.” He seemed to realize something and quickly added “because I've mapped your faces I mean. And your descriptions are very detailed…”

I think he's lying. That's not important right now. I'll work out what's going on there later.

Chapter 20, Ominis telling Sebastian about a "good dream" he had.

“We were adults and we had our own house… somewhere by the ocean. I was a curse breaker I think and you must have been doing something dangerous because you had a big scar across your cheek. I had an office at home where I worked and when you got home, we made dinner together then cuddled and talked until we fell asleep. It was so peaceful…”

Chapter 24, Seb gets a familiar feeling scar…

Once we both caught our breath, Isobel ran over to check on my shoulder and face. 

“That's a pretty bad slash… you'll have a nasty scar no matter what we do at this point. Here, take a wiggen- how the hell am I out of wiggenweld?”

Chapter 1 of book 2, the reveal. the trio are comparing class schedules for 6th year.

"Om, why in Salazar's name are you taking Divinations?”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “I tried to drop it but Professor Onai insisted I “have a gift” and “can't waste it” so she wouldn't let me.”

“You… What? Why have I never heard of this?”

“Because it's ridiculous. Just because I have vivid, paranoid dreams and daydreams occasionally that sometimes later actually happen, does not mean I'm a seer. I mean, that sounds like a joke. Blind and a seer. Insanity.”

My Ominis is a seer. Since my fic is cannon divergent, he goes on to describe a series of visions from the start of fifth year that follow the game plot but in them, he never sees Isobel's face and her voice doesn't sound like her. He saw the original game plot but Isobel diverted those events and now he just accepts that even visions can't predict her.

2. This one isn't so much of a long term thing, it's more symbolic, but in book 2 chapter 7, Anne and Isobel are getting ready for the Halloween ghost ball. Isobel mentions she's got something specific she wanted to try with her hair. This is Sebastian's reaction to seeing it.

Sebastian looked at me and narrowed his eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Have I finally made something ugly?” 

“No, the dress is fine. Why'd you do that with your hair?”

“I know I always do it the same way, I just thought I'd change it up for once. Why? Is it bad?”

“It doesn't suit you. I feel like I've seen it somewhere before.”

Why? Well, he has seen it before. This is the hairstyle in question.

It's Isadora's hairstyle. This ghost ball and how weak Anne was during it is the catalyst for Isobel's singular break in her morality in the following chapter, which is aptly named "Hypocrisy". The hair style was supposed to symbolize her temporary lapse in moral judgement but I think it may have been too subtle 😅

There are small details in most chapters that I hope someone will notice and comment on and some larger foreshadowing things occasionally, especially in later chapters. Within higher tension chapters, I try to foreshadow the next couple chapters. Especially chapters with a lot of images are likely to subtlety tell you things about how the characters will behave in the coming story arc, especially because I often draw the images in the week before posting where as the chapters are written a bit further ahead of posting. For example, I'm currently writing chapter 18 of book 2 but drawing chapter 12.

I've been scattering seeds about someone in one of the characters' past for a while with a connection to someone currently close to them that I desperately want someone to guess because the reveal isn't planned till the end of book 3 😭

[rosa-qing]

Themis-Scenario

Artem Wing

Day 18 : body swap au

Summary : he woke up in her body

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The light from the window blinded him, as soon as he opened his eyes. He looked around and found the room to be so familiar. But wasn't this their house in stellis

Is he dreaming, wasn't he in a hotel in City A for since he was invited there to handke a case.

He thinks he might be dreaming. So he sleeps again.

Soon after, the alarm rang, he reached out to it and turned it off.

He slowly opened his eyes and still he found himself in the same room. Confusion  filled his mind.

He tried to get up to figure things out, suddenly he could feel something heavy on his chests.

He pressed it and found it to be soft under his touch. Looking down he found his chests to be enlarged.

A screamed left his lips, did he turn into a woman overnight.

He rushed towards the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror. But his confusion only grew worse when his reflection was not his own but of his lover.

What's happening did their body swap overnight. So if his in her body that means.

Artem rushed back to the bedroom to grab her phone. He was about to call her but it rings suddenly and his caller ID showed up.

Before she  could even speak, he cuts her off asking her some questions

"Is everything okay? How are you? " He asks as if they're not in the same situation.

"I'm fine, just shocked. And it just feels a bit weird being in your body"she exclaimed.

They both find it uncanny hearing each other's own voice on the other end of the line.

"What should we do" she asked him

Artem collected his thoughts, outweighing what solution is best for them. Maybe if they touch each other they could return to their own body. But she was in City A and the case he was handling will be in trial the day after tomorrow

"I'll help you with the case for now we need to try our best to get used to living in each other's body until you can return to Stellis " Artem suggested.

Artem starts to get ready for work, even though he sees her naked body so many times. He still tries his best not to look and touch her sensitive parts as he is showering.

So the whole time he barely had his eyes open. Since it doesn't feel right especially if she's not here.

He arrived at work, trying his best to act like her. He forced a smile and greeted everyone he passed through.

But still keep staring at him.

Reaching her desks, he finally lets out the breath he keeps holding on.

"Are you okay? You're smiling weirdly when you arrive" Kiki asked as soon as he arrived.

Artem panicked a little, is he too obvious

"Maybe I'm just tired. I overworked last night" he explained

"Eh! Don't overwork yourself just because Artem isn't here. You might collapse again" Kiki exclaimed

Hearing her words, it brought back unpleasant memories of him receiving a call cause she collapsed on the street.

" I won't, l'll asks someone to help me in case I needed to" he reassured her.

Convince with his words she goes back to her posts to work.

Since he's in charge with her body. He made sure he eats on time and not to overwork himself.

Also he made some notes on cses he'll help her once they return to each other's body.

Artem returned home early that night, he browsed all the files that needed the case for the case in city A.

He summarized everything to heñp her win the case. He didn't  have to worry too much since with her capabilities he's sure she could win the case.

He grabbed her phone and called her.

In the second ring, she answers the phone.

"Artem how's work, Is everything okay?" Before he could speak she cuts him off asking speechless.

"Everything fine, I send the files needed for the trial" he said

He could hear a sigh left her lips.

"How about you, is everything fine" he asks.

"Everything is fine, most of the time I just spend most of the time working om the case alone" she replied

Artem felt relieved hearing her words.

"On another note, i found something regarding our swap. The night before it happened there's a meteor shower. Maybe that's the cause of it . But I still couldn't find anything for us to return back" she said

"Don't worry about that, let's figuee it out once you return" he reassured her

"Artem I miss you" she said

"I miss you too" he replied

They talked for a bit more before ending the call

Days passed by, the trial on the City A ended and she won.

" I'm home" she announced.

Artem peaked on the kitchen. And  walked towards her

"Welcome home" he embraced her and stand on tip toes since there's a height difference between them and kissed her lips.

She pulled him closer deepening the kiss. Closing their eyes, savoring the taste of each other's lips

"I miss you" she whispered againsts his lips

Suddenly she realized, it was her voiced instead of Artem's

"Wait!" She snapped her eyes open, seeing Artem im front of her she realized their back on their own body.

"We're back" he said a small smile plstered on his lips.

So the only thing they needed to do is kiss

"Now we're back, shall we continue" Artem pulled her body closer.

She nods and kissed his lips, Artem lifts her up carrying her towards tbeir bedroom...

© rosa-qing 4-15-23

[theadventurek9]

The Utility Journey

I've had some time to sit on the past weekend of trialing. There are a handful of you that have been following me for the past four years as I trained and started trialing in Utility. Maybe a few of you from when we were working on Aayla's novice title. I'm terrible at keep records but the earliest record I have of Aayla in Novice A Obedience is in March of 2018. So five years of obedience.

The first time I entered rally I spent some time sitting outside of the obedience ring and watching for a bit. I remember thinking, nah. That's not for me. So I kept working on rally and hoping I could get into Agility. Then with a few nudges from my the people who were teaching me Rally to try obedience I started training and entered novice.

I remember then more intently watching all the levels. I though, I'll just get Aayla's CD, then maybe think about open. Forget Utility. Scentwork? Go outs? A class almost no one qualifies in? The dogs and people looked stoic and frankly no one looked like they were having any fun. I remember clearly telling myself "I'm never doing utility"

While training to enter Open I started thinking, why not train for Utility? If we get there we get there. Yet I started watching utility more and more. There was something about it, the difficulty, the challenge and the overall achievement of making it to a level that a lot don't get to. In 2019 I started training Aayla on scent articles. Thinking if I can get her to do scent articles, I can for sure train the rest.

Well we ended up training scent articles. It took us about two years but Aayla got solid enough that I started training for the other exercises. While I always thought that scent articles would be the hardest, we were heavily challenged by the go outs on directed jumping and more recently the directed retrieve.

In May of 2022 we tried for Graduate Open, so the baby Utility class. We NQed, but went home with homework and had an idea of what to work on. Then in June 2022, we tried entering the Utility ring for the first time. Both trial days we NQed. More homework, more things to work on. Then we tried three trials for a total of 6 days in September. We managed to barely scrape by with one Q. I was elated for that Q, it was a small glimmer of light that maybe we could do Utility. Yet the following 5 NQs showed that she was just not ready. I pulled out of trials and we worked on more proofing and confidence.

After 8 months of work we again entered but I thought I wanted to switch her to preferred. First day I entered her in graduate open again for the confidence building. She Qed, and then got 1/3 Qs for preferred Utility the following three days. She felt okay but was having issues with her directed retrieve. Overall performance was good but not great yet. Felt like our performance was shakey. I read more in preferred Utility and felt frustrated that it was going to be a longer road to get a POC or anything else because we would have to start over with preferred Open as well. So I decided to switch her back to regular, meaning that her preferred utility leg would mean nothing.

A few months later we entered another four day trial. Graduate Open and three days of regular utility. She Qed in Utility one day, but even the days she NQed felt stronger in the exercises. Like she was getting it. Two legs down and one to go. I was still unhappy with our Q rate and was really starting to wonder if we would get this class down well enough to even have a shot at UDX let alone OM or OTCH.

Then I ended up entering Aayla in a Wildcard Utility class for ASCA. (Regular Utility but it doesn't count for anything, since she didn't have her CDX title with ASCA yet) Out of two days she had a solid Q one day and a NQ the second with her directed retrieve being the issue. Yet this meant that Aayla's Q rate was increasing. She Qed in utility at least one day at the past three trial weekends. I was starting to feel better and hope was growing.

Then this weekend she was entered in Utility three days in a row. Day one she was very solid on all of her exercise. Only issue was with the cleaning I did on the articles. She NQed cause she didn't bring me the first one. She found it, picked it up and spit it out like it was gross, searched hard again but ended up not wanting to bring it to me. So handler error. Yet everything else was very very good. For the first time it was a confident and correct run on every exercise.

Then the following two days she Qed easily with minimal issues. Getting her highest scores and equally Qing in Open both days a well. She Qed 4/5 Obedience classes and it would have been 5/5 if I had not mishandled my articles. She was confident and so good! We had some little hiccups like an autofinish and a crooked go out. Yet overall the main components are there. Now just to chip away at the little errors. Yet her Q rate is phenomenal this weekend. I now am back to feeling like we can get her UDX, and we have a higher chance for both a OTCH and OM than I have ever thought.

Yet having a UD behind Aayla's name makes me want to tear up. This dog had done so much for me. She has tried so hard and learned so much. She has a Utility Title, she is my first Utility dog. My Novice A dog that got all the way to UD for me. I didn't think we would get here, but here we are. We've reached this goal and are now running for the stars. Don't know how far we will get before she or her body decides no more, but there is a part of me that is content now. Content that she has achieved this. Content that she has a title worthy of her. That my first dog to get all the way to a UD was her.

Now onwards and up to see what else we can do together.

[undertheknightwing]

Going feral because i somehow only just realized that in the scene where Jon-El's family sees he has powers, it's pretty heavily that implied that he had had powers for a while but had been hiding it.

No idea how I didn't notice on my first time watching that scene, but the reserved way he stares up at the man about to fall like he was trying to decide what to do, the defeated/nervous way he looked around after he had done it, the way he was so in control of his powers!!! Driving me absolitsly crazy that I didn't pick up on any of that before.

Anyway, all of that say: we saw how badly Jordan adapted to getting powers, especially super-hearing which Jon-El was shown to have. Thinking about how difficult it must have been, getting a grip on his powers and hiding it from his parents. I dunno how he could possibly have hid the development of super-hearing from his parents. Maybe he just got lucky, and he and/or Jordan were away from home on some sort of week-long publicity stunt. when his powers developed.

I really like the idea of Other Jordan helping him through it. Ik the show didnt get into his and Jordan's relationship more than Jon-El thinking Jordan was just the "weak" powerless one, but if it were up to me, I think that world's Jon and Jordan should have a bond. Whether or not Jon-El was willing to admit it, Jordan was probably the only one around when things got bad at home. Jordan was the only other person around who knew what it was like to be victimized by their parents. In my head the other world's Jon and Jordan were really close when they were younger but ended up growing apart as they aged, especially after Jon got his powers and Clark low-key brainwashed Jon-El into thinking of Jordan as inferior. But even after all that, I think that bond would mean something to Jon-El, even if it had eventually become more of a trauma bond between two lonely kids struggling to survive abuse and neglect.

Excuse my rambles <3

OUCH THE ANGST

But this is why Jon-El is one of the best characters in the entire series, there is so much unsaid and unexplored about his character and the show just threw him away 🙄

The scene where he saved the man falling HURT you can tell by the look on his face as he's descending that he knows that's it, his previous life is gone, now he's going to be forced into spotlight and fame he didn't want just because he has powers.

Now that you mentioned the having to hide his powers thing, I can't imagine how awful and hard that would've been, look how painful it was for Jordan. But the fact he tried to hide them in the first place says A LOT about how his relationship with his parents, but mainly with his dad, was.

He knew his parents didn't see or hear him or his feelings just as Jonathan and knew it would be even worse if they knew he had powers since powers are seen as the most important thing. And he was right. (*cough* in the main world too *cough*)

Kal didn't even let him choose his own superhero name, just said his name is Jon-El and Jon had to accept it, no questions asked.

The family image is the most important thing to Kal, how his choices are destroying his son was the last thing he cared about until it was too late and saw how deep Ally sunk her hooks into him.

It wouldn’t surprise me if Kal tried to get Jon-El to believe he was better than Jor-El and Kal purposely neglected Jor-El just because he had no powers (it's a universal thing for Clark to neglect the powerless son I guess), but I like your idea of Jor-El being the one around to be with Jon-El after things got bad because he knows his brother doesn't really think those things and knows how badly he's hurting. He's probably seen Kal get upset and scream at Jon-El for not wanting to be shoved in front of a camera everyday and force Jon-El to go anyway even though he's begging to stay at home.

Jon-El looked so dead inside during the "fame" montage scenes and like he was faking his enjoyment of the spotlight constantly shining om him.

Anyway before I go full headcanon/fic mode because I will if I keep going, thank you for the rambling I love it ❤️🖤 welcome to the Jon-El fan club

[businessnewsupdates]

'Instead Of Doli, She Left In Arthi': Mothers Mourn Porsche Victims

For some, the Pune Porsche crash is a tragic example of why minors should not be allowed to drive. Many see it as a test of the country's justice system. For another section, the question is whether privilege will again enable the teen to get off lightly. But for two homes in Madhya Pradesh, it is about a vacuum that nothing can ever fill. For them, "the Porsche case" signifies endless pain.

Anish Awadhiya and Ashwini Kostha were two 24-year-old engineers who left their small city homes with many dreams. That night in Pune, they were out to meet friends and were returning on a bike when a drunken teen at the wheel of his high-end car hit them from behind. Ashwini, eyewitnesses said, was thrown 20 feet high and landed hard. Aneesh was thrown at a parked car. Both died on the spot.

At her Jabalpur home, Ashwini's mother Mamata is still in shock. "We were supposed to send her off in a doli (to the groom's house) after her wedding, but we were forced to carry her arthi (bier)," she told news agency PTI.

"We want justice for Ashwini. The minor boy and his parents should get stringent punishment. They have not raised him properly. They should have not given him the car," she said about the 17-year-old driver, who has now been remanded in an observation home as the Juvenile Justice Board decides whether he will be tried as an adult.

Police have said the teenager was heavily drunk when he drove the Porsche, reportedly at 200 km per hour. The Juvenile Justice Board had earlier granted bail to the boy on conditions widely considered very flimsy. The conditions included writing a 300-word essay on "road accident and their solution", studying traffic rules for 15 days and attending counselling for his drinking habit and psychiatric treatment.

"Is it a joke? What essay will he write? A joke is playing out," Ms Koshta said. She described Ashwini as a "very talented girl". "She was one in a million. She had so many dreams," she said, tears rolling down her eyes.

Ashwini's brother Samprit told NDTV she was "smart" and "independent". "She excelled in every field. She had plans to come to our father's birthday next month and she had also planned a retirement party for him," he said.

About 150 km away is another mother, whose world turned upside down that night. Speaking to NDTV, Savita Awadhiya held herself together for some questions, before grief won and she could not hold back tears anymore. "He killed my son. Now, I will never be able to meet my son. It is the boy's mistake, you can call it murder. If he had not made such a big mistake, no one would have died. If only his family members had paid attention, today my son would have been alive," she said.

Ms Awadhiya said the teen driver must get tough punishment. "He should face the strictest punishment. They are trying very hard to save him. They are people with money and think can save their son. But my son died," she said, appealing to the Maharashtra government to help her get justice.

Remembering her son, she said Aneesh wanted to pursue an MBA. "He was very cheerful, he would make everyone his own. Earlier this month, he came home for an anniversary. He was planning to visit again soon. He had told me he was getting me a gift for me."

Anish's father Om Awadhiya said he was a responsible son who shouldered family responsibilities. His younger brother was staying with him in Pune and he took care of him.

"The culprit will get punishment… But how can we bring back our child now? He spoke to his mother two days before the accident and told us he will come soon. He was a big support for the family. What will happen to my younger son now? Who will take care of him in Pune?" he said.

[fieldofdaisiies]

I bloody love your azriel jealousy or angst ones so can you please write a fic about az getting jealous of you and Rhys hanging out and vibing a lot because u both used to be exes. But like please don't make it a happy ending...I'm in for a roller coaster of emotions 😅

Of course <33 I hope you like how it turned out.

Azriel x Reader | I Was Never Enough

type: angst  warnings: angry and sad Az, curse words, vulgar language word count: 1004 words

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Your hand was braced on Rhysand’s thigh while you were cackling with laughter. The High Lord was similarly amused by what you had just been talking about. He was chortling quietly, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. The atmosphere in the room was peaceful, warm and homely.

It all changed when a door fell shut with a loud peng.

There was one person not in the mood to laugh and that was your partner who had heard your cackling probably even upstairs om the training pitch— the window of Rhysand‘s office was open so it was possible.

Just a moment after one door had been slammed shut the door to said High Lord’s office was ripped open.

“What the fuck?” the spymaster furiously expressed, his face veiled in sinister darkness and agony. Your head snapped up and so did Rhys’ when you both looked at Azriel. He was all darkness and pain.

“What’s going on, Az?” the High Lord questioned with a raise of his brow.

“What the fuck is going on? Maybe you two are going on. Doing only the Mother knows what behind my back. Are you kidding me?”

All happy feelings were washed away like they had been erased from the room. Cold settled in, stretched out, made your stomach churn and your whole body shiver.

“Az, there is nothing going on. We were just talking about the—“ “The what? How you could best fuck behind my back.”

It was a statement not a question. A statement that hurt you so damn much. “Azriel, that’s absolutely not—“ “How could you?!”

From the moment on you started dating Azriel had always had trust issues—he was terribly territorial and jealous. You had learned to live with it, never giving him a reason for jealousy. But there was this huge problem with Rhysand being your ex. Your past relationship with the High Lord had always been a thorn in the flesh of Azriel.

As much as he had tried to trust you he had always gotten suspicious when the two of you had spent time alone. And now, Azriel thought, he had caught you right in the act of betrayal. 

Azriel's nostrils flared, his jaw clenched once again. He took a step closer to you and Rhys. “Did you touch her? Did kiss? Or worse fuck? Tell me!”

”Az–"

"You bastard,” Azriel spat at the High Lord. 

Rhys growled, not allowing anyone to talk to him like that. But before the two of the could throw hands you decided to step in. You stood, surrounding the couch and walking over to Azriel. “Come on, let’s discuss this outside.” You gave no room for protest, already tugging on Azriel’s sleeve to make him move. Azriel groaned lowly but followed. 

You were facing each other in the corridor, standing opposite to each other. Your partner was still fuming, his jaw clenched, fingers curled towards his palms. 

“I was never enough for you,” Azriel breathed.

You tried to reach for his hands. “Az, you know that is not true.”

“It fucking is!” His face turned angry again, his voice getting louder. You hated when people shouted at you. And you hated when he shouted at you. Azriel never got louder. Now he did and it broke your heart. “Az, please. Please, listen to me.”

“Oh spare me with your bullshit. I know exactly what you have been doing behind my back.” “Az, we were not doing anything. I love you—“ “You do not! I cannot do this any longer.” You couldn’t either. It was too much. I had gotten too much. His jealousy was not bearable any more. You had to put a line under your relationship, it was draining you of energy and no longer made you happy.

“Neither can I,” you said and shook your head. Taking a step back you leaned against the wall across from Azriel. “It is best if we end this. I can no longer stand your constant jealousy. I do nothing and you freak out.” Azriel was shaking his head at that point, his lashes dampening. “It hurts so much what you say makes sense. I also no longer can do this. What you are doing is too much.” That hurt you—it hurt you that he did not take the blame on himself and rather made it about you again. That he could not longer be with you.

“What you are doing is too much!” you shouted, pushing Azriel back by a shoving his chest.

“You are robbing me of air to breathe. I feel like I am constantly under water. You are caging me in without even noticing. It is over between us. We were never good for each other and I realised this way too late.” With one last glance over your shoulder, you left Azriel standing in the corridor. His shoulders were hunched, his face crumbing when regret stretched out between the two of you. What you had said cut deep, but breaking up, ending what you had, was the best. You weren’t good for each other any longer. Your own heart shattered into a million pieces when you slammed the door shut and descended the dreadful staircase of the house of wind. It was over and it was enough. It had been enough for so long.

It had also been the last time that you and Azriel had spoken.

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