#the only royal ginger who matters

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Want this soooooo badly (but it would probably bankrupt me 😖😖)

Made in 1988 by Royal Worcester to celebrate the 400th anniversary of the defeat of the Spanish Armada - "Queen Elizabeth reviews her troops at Tilbury". Only 100 were ever made, but this is just beautiful ♥️👑

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I've seen plenty of autistic Wallace headcanons (DESERVED because that man is Autism Incarnate. He also gives me low empathy energy, which makes me happy because it's so rare to see low empathy heroic characters in media 💖)

and I've yapped a lot about autistic Mr. Tweedy before, so now imma throw to the table the girl with croissant hair

🥕🥕Autistic Lady Tottington 🥕🥕

hyperfixates on vegetables. Girl dresses up as a carrot for the fair and has a whole ass fancy royal greenhouse dedicated for veggies. Queen shit 🎉 Hell, all of her outfits are somehow nature inspired and I hc she sews many of them herself! :> Ask her about growing them, fertilizing and reaping, and she will NOT shut up. (also yes my Willace hc still stands that after some first inital difficulties, she and Mr. Tweedy become besties who infodump to each other about veggies and apples respectively <3)

Just like Wallace with cheese, her safefood and continual samefood is vegetables. She was that rare child who always ate her greens LMAO and preferred them to candy

Animals and caring for them is absolutely another hyperfixation point!! Her mansion after the movie's events becomes a bunny haven and she grows rabbits, both as pets for herself, and to give them away to people that she trusts would be caring owners

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She also has a soft spot for other creatures too that are seen as pests or otherwise disgusting, and will always be open to adopting them instead of letting them get killed. Such as rats, cockroaches, ants, possums, raccoons, you name it.

(in fact Nick and Fetcher have more than often crashed in her place LMAO, pretty much using the mansion as a midway resting location, during their big trips to the mainland from Chicken Island. And I imagine they would at some point tell Ginger about Totty, which makes Ginger and the chickens wonder that maybe not all humans are evil to animals!)

Totty has a very strong extreme moral drive, and stirring away from it upsets her to the point of tears. (protecting innocent animals and getting rid of pests in humane ways, no matter how dangerous the situation gets. It does get irrational sometimes but she just can't bring herself to see any sort of critters in pain 💔💔💔💔THIS LADY HAS A BIG HEART OKAY???) She tries her best to make Lord Victor bend to that and be kinder to animals, even if that asshat is a lost cause.

The videogame adaptation also mentions she is a vegan, so she def gets massive discomfort from eating anything animal related

Her kind and forgiving, sentimental nature sometimes makes her stress herself out and put her energy to people who don't deserve it. It's clear that she is not happy with Victor, but she stays and tries to make it all work with him, because she wants to believe she can change him and bring out a kind man in him. (Girl please, your "I can fix him" game is off the charts) And she only dumps him for good once he crosses a line and tries to kill Wallace. Heck, maybe she does not have many genuine friends, also due to her noblewoman status being intimidating to many :( And that's also why she stayed with Victor, and it wasn't until meeting Wallace and Gromit that she was able to get out of the toxic relationship.

Victor clearly sees her as naive and annoying for her autistic quirks and personality during the movie, and is only after her because of her status, money and looks. Reducing her to a trophy. If that ain't a relatable autistic experience I don't know what is

In my hc universe she does not get romantically involved with Wallace. I know Aardman likes to shiptease them as canon and I don't have a problem with it, it's cute! I just personally prefer them as platonic friends, especially since the Were-Rabbit movie subverted the "love triangle" and "nice guy gets the girl" tropes where the whole punchline was that Totty in fact did NOT marry Wallace after him pining for her the whole movie, and it was so refreshing to see. Especially since Wallace was not upset at all about being rejected!! We stan a king 🫶🫶🫶

The whole scene of Totty going "I have caught feelings for you" was, in my hcs, Totty being comphet :''') 💔💔💔She has grown fond of Wallace because he is the first man in a long time who does not treat her like a pretty prize like Victor. And poor Totty, being the affection starved girlie that she is, who also has grown in a heteronormative British noble society, thinks that it means automatically romantic feelings. PLUS she is very touchy and affectionate when it comes to interacting with people she likes, so it's easy for people to mistake it for romantic interest

Either way she and Wallace are very good friends with autism 2 autism solidarity, and THIS SCENE LEGIT MAKES ME SO HAPPY, Totty showing her appreciation by copying Wallace's stim <3

[donotnomi]

WIP Wednesday Monday

Guess who's the genius who decided to make Wednesday her publishing day—on the same day as WIP Wednesday? Yep, that’s me.

So, I'm jumping the gun a little here. Thanks @london-cowboy for tagging me—I really needed an excuse to share a sneak peek from not one but two WIPs!

For all MOTA readers, here's a little snippet from Chapter 2 of  Stripper, Occasionally Hooker aka the MOTA Lap Dancer AU. Still in the middle of revisions, so keep that in mind!

“Six whiskeys and a ginger beer, miss,” Fukunaga called out, clearly excited. Bucky turned sharply toward Gale, draping an arm around Fukunaga's shoulders as he eyed the glass in front of Gale. “Someone here doesn’t drink on the job.” Gale couldn’t resist correcting him. “Someone here never drinks.” Bucky took it in stride, slipping two fingers into the pocket of the delegate on his left, pulling out a golden cigarette case without even looking. Gale was speechless. Bucky flipped the case open with a snap, took out a cigarette, and only then turned to the Japanese man for a nod of assent. The man, his face flushed, offered him the entire cigarette case, likely made of gold. Bucky placed it back in his pocket after taking out a second cigarette. He put one between his lips, and at that moment, five lighters flicked open. The entire Japanese delegation paused for a second in a Western-style standoff. Then, four lighters retreated. The head of the delegation leaned in. Without leaving Fukunaga’s lap, Bucky craned his long neck toward him, locking eyes as he brought the cigarette to the flame. Half the room was watching. Bucky leaned back, resting completely against Fukunaga’s chest, letting his head fall onto one shoulder as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. Gale observed his broad, powerful neck stretch impossibly, much like it likely did in other acts. He felt the need to look away, aware that Bucky’s robe was beginning to slip off the sides of his body.

For Slow Horses readers, yes, Paris Rules will be back soon, next Sunday I hope, with a massive new chapter. Again, it's a draft.

He needs to vanish from anyone who might review the footage later, in case someone starts tracking him. That’s why he’s already got a second hat stashed in his pocket—a different color, a different style. As he exits the station, of all things, it’s Spider’s voice that guides him. Spider, lying lifeless in one of the city morgues, his body no less cold than the metal cell he now occupies. Not now, River mutters to himself. “Style and taste, Cartwright, don’t depend on money but on intelligence. You, for example, couldn’t dress to save your life even with the royal family’s budget, whereas I, with 25 pounds and a Salvation Army store, could easily pass for one of them.” River hoped the store was still there, the one they ducked into to see who would win that bizarre bet. Just a few weeks before Stansted, River had willingly accepted Spider’s challenge, fully aware of his own weakness in that area. Their relationship had felt strained, both knowing how strong River was in the skills that mattered for their work, their internal competition. River had deliberately exposed his vulnerable side, choosing to take a hit to the gut rather than extend a hand and embarrass them both with the implicit, mutual acknowledgment of the imbalance between them.

Just realizing it's the first ever relevant appearance of Spider in one of my fics. Crazy! Tagging @middlingmay @c-goldthorn @whirlpool-blogs @soliloquy-dawn @angelfruittree @joeyalohadream

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 21 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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The armored man sighed and then turned to me.

“Do you want to join too?

Might be good to have someone big on the team”

It was nice that he had said someONE and not someTHING i gave him that, but for now I went over to Neas’ group before bending down so that Robin could climb off of me.

I would not drag the little ginger with me, and I better tell him to stay away too.

So i turned to the little rusthead, and Arthur too who was standing next to him.

“I think it might be better if you stay away a bit, we have no idea what’s on the other side of the wall and I don’t want you to get hurt.

So please backtrack a bit? Just so I don’t have to worry and can focus on this okay?”

He nodded and Arthur put an arm around his shoulder like an older brother, squishing the smaller into his side.

“I’m going with him, in case there’s some other threat, also having someone to talk to might be nice”

I nodded thankfully at him and he dragged Robin away after the little redhead gave me a big hug.

Oakley also joined my group, still holding that weird magic item.

The item itself was spinning way faster around itself than in the castle.

So maybe that’s how you were supposed to tell if magic was near?

No matter, now we had to face whatever was causing this, and we didn’t even know what it was.

It could be a person or an animal, it could also be a cursed item or something unknown from deep underground that crawled out of the mines.

I really hoped it was not the last option.

No matter what it ended up being, I made myself ready to toss whatever it was into a wall like I had done to the manticore that attacked Arthur so long ago.

Huh, that really was almost a month ago now.

We stood ready behind the wall and Nea gave the sign to go around it.

I stayed back a little, if it was just an item I didn’t want to step on it, if it was an inexperienced magic user I didn’t want to scare them.

On the other side of the wall was neither, The only thing I saw was a person in a bright blue robe with his hood up that was holding a staff that looked like it was made from some twisted root with an ice blue gem at the top.

The Gem looked like the wood had grown around it and was emitting a weird light that almost seemed flaky in nature.

What the hell was going on here?

Before I could dwell on it I heard Norrin call out to the hooded man.

“Stop right where you are! You are under arrest!”

The figure turned to face his group and put down the hood of his robe, revealing a man that had a pale blue beard that matched his hair.

That was not a normal hair color and his skin was weirdly pale too, almost sickly and gray.

He also had no eyes, just a black void where they were supposed to be.

What the hell?

He opened his Mouth to speak and I could see two fangs sticking out, like a venomous snake.

“Ahh humans, pathetic creatures finally figured out who was causing the snow i see.

But you’re too late! I will not call off the spell, the payment I will get from killing the royal bloodline in this land is greater than anything you pathetic creatures could offer me!”

Wow what an asshole, and he said he was paid to do this? Who was cruel enough to do that? And why?

Suddenly Oakley was on my side, the one hidden from that man-thing.

“Vampire ice mage, stay away from it i’ll try to come up with a solution on what to do”

And as quickly as he had appeared he was gone again, ducked behind a wall and out of sight.

I really hoped he could figure something out, also i had always thought Vampires weren’t real so what was one doing here?

Apparently causing a fucking ice age, i was tempted to step up and smash this fucker into a wall but Oakley had said to stay away.

And at this point Norrin had demanded to know who sent the vampire.

“Who sent you to do this? Are you aware of all the innocent you are endangering? What do they even offer?

Besides, you succeeded already! The old king is dead! Pneumonia from the cold took his life a few days ago!”

The ice mage didn’t seem convinced by this and instead sent a blast of ice towards Norrins group.

They all managed to dodge it but I realized why exactly Oakley had told me to stay away, not from the vampire but the staff.

That thing could turn me into an ice cube in seconds.

The vampire aimed his staff again, and blasted a hole through the wall.

I was now very glad I had told Robin and Arthur to go hide a bit further away.

But now the guy was starting to just blast randomly at everything that moved and everyone had to dodge the chaotic array of ice blasts and who knew what else that staff did.

“The King? Dead? HAH!

If he was dead then the public would have been informed already!

The royals always do that! So the people in their domain know they have to grieve!

I do not believe you! Get out of hiding and fight like a man!”

A Rock hit the side of his face coming from behind one of the walls.

There was also a loud shout of someone familiar.

“I’M NOT A MAN YA WRETCHED SONOVABITCH!”

Nea had to dodge the resulting blast from the staff for this one, and only barely missed it.

Then there was a second blast, and another, Nea must have pissed him off big time.

She managed to dodge it each time until her coat snagged on a branch.

For a few seconds I feared I would see her die as the vampire sent of another blast.

Only for it to be deflected by the shiny inner side of a thrown helmet So that it only grazed her foot.

Just being grazed was apparently already enough to do a big amount of damage as she howled in pain and clutched her foot with a pained hiss.

The vampire held up its staff triumphantly.

“This is the best you have? A woman that throws rocks? I had really believed the royal guard to be better than this!”

From the sidelines Nea hissed at him.

“We are just humans! We don’t have this fancy bullshit ya do! If ya want a fair fight, set that staff aside and we duke it out with our fists!”

God Nea, please stop making this worse!

She couldn’t really think that would work did she?

Besides, her foot was injured, she couldn’t win like that.

“Duke it out? HAH! While you might believe that it would be an equal fight, I have to disagree! You humans might think that you are so high and mighty that you don’t even realize how weak you actually are!

You and your kin might think that you are the greatest but I beg to differ-!”

Before he could finish his rant metal spikes jutted out from his chest, effectively silencing him and he stared at it in shock, the staff dropping from his hands and clattering to the floor.

Ducking out from under the wall I saw Oakley standing behind the mage, one foot held against his back and I realized that he had impaled the Vampire using some sort of weird gauntlet that made the claws on his birdlike feet longer.

The puncture wounds almost formed a perfect circle even, and I noticed that while the Vampire grasped for breath he wasn’t actually bleeding.

Could Vampires bleed? I didn’t even know they actually existed before today, also it sure looked painful.

Oakley himself leaned forward to be next to the guy’s ear, baring his teeth, not in a smile but to show off his fangs in a snarl.

And then he quietly hissed at the mage in a tone colder than the entire environment.

“Then Beg”

Oakley yanked and the sharp spikes vanished from the chest of the Vampire as it fell limply to the ground with a dull thud.

I could also see Oakley holding something pale that had a purplish red liquid on it.

He had ripped the Vampires spine out, or at least part of it and was still holding it in his weird claw knife contraption.

At this point I was glad I didn’t need to eat as I was sure I would have vomited otherwise.

He then picked up the magical staff that had fallen to the floor and examined it before tapping it twice on the ground gem first.

It had already gotten noticeably warmer since the ice mage died but whatever Oakley was doing with it now accelerated it and I could see the snow melting around me.

Oakley was ignored for the moment as everyone came out from cover and made sure that the entire division survived and nobody aside from Nea got hit with an ice blast.

I could see some Guards immediately rushing to get to Nea who insisted she was fine.

She was not fine, her foot looked like it had been dipped in a swamp and left to rot, I hoped that was fixable.

I turned away from the woman that already had way too many people looking after her to find Rikaad.

I hadn’t seen him since the mage had randomly shot ice blasts around so I was very worried.

It took me a few seconds to spot the armorless man standing on a small rock and I immediately went over to him, momentarily forgetting that I didn’t have hands at the moment and was way too big as I tried to go in for a hug.

I remembered a few seconds later that I wasn’t bipedal right now but I couldn’t stop, the muddy ground made me slide the rest of the way and I ended up softly headbutting the poor human.

He took it in stride, I gave him that, by patting my ear and smiling softly.

He didn’t even lose balance on his little boulder.

“I’m also glad that you are alright, god knows Robin would never have stopped crying”

I just huffed, Rikaad was alright that was all that mattered right now.

Even if his jokes were awful, his sense of humor was very, Well, not there really.

As for everyone else, well except Nea, nobody got injured as far as i knew.

Rikaad tapped at my leg and pointed over to Oakley who was sitting on a broken wall, still messing with the magic staff.

“What do you think he’s doing? I do not want him to somehow blow himself up with it”

A valid concern when looking at how Oakley handled the thing, he was even twirling it in his fingers like parade staff.

Yeah that didn’t look safe at all, we better interrupt that.

“Maybe we should just ask? He can’t continue to mishandle the thing if he’s talking to someone right?”

Rikaad nodded and went over to the winged madman and I slowly followed him over the muddy ground.

About not even halfway to Oakley we were joined by Norrin who immediately started fretting over Rikaad.

He sometimes acted as if the black haired human wasn’t perfectly capable of handling himself.

“Sire? Are you alright? When we lost sight of you I got immensely worried! Do you need any help? Medical supplies? A-”

His worried rambling was cut off by Rikaad himself.

“I am fine, thank you for asking, but i would like to speak to Oakley now, i have some questions for him”

“Ah, of course sir”

Norrin stepped out of the way as fast as he could without tripping.

I didn’t know what to think of the man.

On one hand he was the royal headguard, not a title that was easily achievable, on the other hand he acted like a worried uncle that had lost the kid they were supposed to babysit.

He was well meaning enough, even if he had a stick up his ass, though he was probably just following some protocol.

The worry in his voice was very real though, and I could tell he tried his best.

Turning to look at Oakley I saw that he was still manhandling the staff by testing out how much the wood could bend.

That mad fucker!

“Oakley! What the fuck? Stop!

That thing is gonna explode or something!”

He turned to face us after I spoke.

“Hmm? No this isn’t gonna explode don’t worry!

It’s more likely to implode really”

As if that was any better at all, and what the fuck did implode even mean?

“But really, I know what I’m doing! Don’t worry!

I’m just inspecting how well made the staff is, Besides, as long as nothing happens to the gem it will be fine!”

As if to prove his words he twirled the staff around with his two pronged tail and then held the end with the gem over a little puddle of melted snow, freezing it instantly.

“I might not have an affinity for ice magic but I know how to use a magic staff, if anything I should be worried about anyone else getting their hands on this! Who knows what would happen!

If the gem explodes then you have an even worse problem than before!”

Even worse? Oh man, this cold had already been near unbearable, I didn’t dare imagine what could be even worse.

Rikaad stared at the staff intently for a few seconds before speaking.

“If it is that dangerous, where do you suggest it should be kept?

I do not want some thief to send us into an eternal winter”

Oakley cocked his head in that eerie birdlike manner.

“I think i’ll just hide it with my other stuff, nobody ever found that, nobody can unless they are me as there are various magic wards in place that only allow me passage”

Of course he would have something like that, why the hell not, but if it really was that good of a hiding place then why was the bracelet stolen?

Or the trinket wasn’t in that stash in the first place seeing as Oakley thought anyone using it would just die.

Well the thief did die, a few hundred miles away from his shack and I ended up finding it.

What a weird world we were living in.

Rikaad just nodded to Oakleys words, and the winged man was right, if it was kept in the castle someone WOULD steal it, That was only a matter of time.

“If you are sure you can keep it safe then go ahead, but please stop manhandling it in front of everyone, they are nervous enough as it is after all of this”

Oakley nodded and stopped messing with the staff, switching to hold it securely in his tail instead.

He hopped down from the broken wall he had sat on and landed on one leg.

Looking down as to why he did that and making sure he wasn’t injured I could see he was still wearing the knife glove thing.

He was also still holding the vampire’s spine and it took everything in me not to dry heave at the sight.

Instead my pouch started itching again now that the adrenaline from the fight had subsided and I decided to simply look away from him.

Instead I found myself looking at the rest of the Vampire’s corpse.

I turned my head around so fast that I could have sworn I heard my neck make a cracking noise.

The sight of the lifeless pale body lying face down on the ground with a horrible hole torn into the back that leaked the purplish red liquid would haunt me in my nightmares I was sure.

It really did look like Oakley had shredded everything around the pieces of bone he had ripped out, and I quickly excused myself to dry heave behind a wall where no one could see.

Yeah, I was really glad I didn’t eat, anymore at least, but the dry heaving upset my pouch and it hurt an awful lot.

I hoped I hadn’t ripped any stitches as repairing that would be impossible, especially with all the people that were in and around the castle.

I sat down where I was, leaving the guards and everyone else to sort themselves out, I would just patiently wait until moving wasn’t irritating my pouch so much.

Despite living on the streets i had only ever seen a total of two corpses, My own Mother after she passed from disease, And the man that got thrown into the crab tank,

who then was fished out again days later as a skeleton with only some pieces of cloth and meat on it.

But none of them had looked as horrible as the dead Vampire, Oakley was thorough in killing the thing I gave him that.

But i still wished i hadn’t seen that, that would haunt me for sure.

At the sound of footsteps from behind me I turned to look at who was approaching me.

I had expected Rikaad or maybe even that Arthur and Robin had come looking for all of us, but I had not expected that it was Norrin.

The royal head guard had some mud on his armor and his hair had come loose from the bun he’d made, but he looked concerned at me, not caring about being caked in dirt from dodging the ice blasts.

“Are you alright? I saw you vanish behind a wall pretty quickly after you spoke with the winged man”

How was I supposed to answer that? After seeing a torn apart corpse of something that should not exist, at least anymore, I was definitely not okay.

I suppressed another wave of nausea at the memory.

“I’m- Oakley- he just, fuck, i never want to see a spine outside of a body ever again”

“First time seeing a dead body?”

I shook my head at his question.

“Technically third, but this is definitely the worst”

He walked over to me and stared me right in the face, his light indigo blue eyes a bit too close.

“I’m not going to tell you that seeing dead bodies gets any better, you just get more desensitized and numb to such stuff.

I’ll be honest, if someone wasn’t having a bad reaction to seeing that up close I’d be more worried than if the person was just sneaking off to throw up behind a wall.

I wasn’t sure what to think about you when I first saw you standing behind the new king, but now i think you are even more human than some of the other people i met, even if you are big, green and furry.

Though why the fuck are you green? you’re not a plant, … right?”

I had to laugh a bit at the last part, technically no, i was not a plant but i could draw energy from sunlight like one, and it was nice hearing him tell me that while he had no idea what to think of me at first wasn’t opposed to try and help me when he saw that i wasn’t so well.

“No i’m not a plant, but i can use sunlight as energy like one”

He looked surprised for a second and then smiled.

“Well that is going to save you a lot of money i guess, Do you feel a bit better now? I think we should all head back.

No doubt there’s going to be some celebration about the weird magic winter ending and i’d like to wash the mud off first”

He scratched a bit of the dried mud off that caked one of his arm plates and shook the resulting dust off.

I had to sneeze as some of it got into my nose.

“ACHOO”

Norrin had ducked down and covered his ears at the noise but stood back up again after he was sure I wouldn’t sneeze a second time.

“Hell, i think my eardrums popped”

I used a paw to rub at my twitching nose that still tingled a bit.

The sneeze had made my organs squish into each other and now my pouch was aching a bit.

I must have pulled some of the stitches a bit somehow, whatever, that would subside with time.

“Sorry, but i think i’m alright now, let’s go back im sick of this mud”

I stood back up and followed Norrin back to the group.

When not in the presence of Rikaad he was a pretty alright guy, Seemed that he only acted like he had a stick up his ass when a higher ranking person was around.

In the background I could see Nea loudly complaining and demanding someone give her the helmet back.

Norrin saw it also and looked at me.

“Never cross her the wrong way, she can and will end you, I just wish she wasn’t the most difficult person in the division”

The last part did sound like he had dealt with a lot already regarding her, and after what happened today and the courage she’s shown I did not doubt that she was very capable of fighting.

Or just running blindly into danger, after the drake story, who i still wasn’t sure if i believed it, that might just be what she always does.

Norrin went over to her regardless and picked the now deformed helmet from the ground where it had landed after it deflected the ice.

As soon as the armor piece was handed to her she hit him with it loudly stating that she did not need to be carried back along with a string of curses i had never heard before and was not going to repeat.

“I don’t need ta be carried like some dumb Damsel in distress! Just gimme something I can use as a crutch! I’ll be fine! Stop fussing over me ya wanker!”

She was not fine, her foot still looked like her shoe had rotted onto it and I doubted she’d make it far even with crutches.

I had to admit that I was impressed though, not by her hitting Norrin with the helmet but for the fact that she didn’t shed a single tear.

I was pretty sure if that had happened to me I would be screaming and crying in panic, which probably would just make it worse.

Nea however was just hitting people with her deformed helmet and hissing at them that she didn’t need to be carried back and plainly refused help all together.

Suddenly Rikaad was back at my side, he was a very silent walker and I hadn’t noticed him till now, and I barely kept myself from flinching.

“Are you okay? You left pretty quickly back there, what happened?”

Right, he was focused on Oakley and probably hadn’t paid the corpse any attention.

“I saw the dead ice mage vampire up close, let me tell you i’m glad that i don’t eat anymore, but dry heaving is just as bad to be honest”

“The corpse? Ah yes i avoided looking at it and focused on Oakelys face instead, but i think he took the part he ripped out with him”

Great, what would anyone need that for? A trophy maybe? Or even more magic fuckery.

I absentmindedly scratched over my pouch using my claws, Rikaad of course immediately noticed.

“How is… well your body attempted to vomit so not great i imagine”

His voice was tinted with guilt, and I could see one of his eyebrows twitch.

I knew he was talking about my pouch, he probably just didn’t say it out loud because there were other people present that could overhear.

Even if all the focus was on Nea right now who currently threatened to break someone’s knees.

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EAH Dorm Rooms Headcanon 8

Darling & Rosabella

The royal princesses that are ready to serve some justice.

Darling and Rosebella are both princess who are expected to be traditional princess. In reality one is activist and the other is a heroine, not a damsel -in-distress.

While Rosebella is free to protest and be her true self Darling has to stay hidden due to her family's reputation. Both are best friends who support each other and their causes.

Darling's side: As a princess from THE Main Charming family Darling is expected to be the perfect princess: dainty, fragile, and a damsel. Yeah right, she's smart, mysterious, brave, and wants to be a hero.

Darling has a double side as she is the White Knight. Something she hides out of fear of repercussions from her family and their endless rules. Ironical, Darling has more freedom at school than at home; she can take heroes training (disguised as a boy), be the White Knight (also disguise), but when no one is around she can be herself. Also, look at that calendar it has throwing stars in it!

In the books it said that their room was opulently decorated, with carved vanities, gilded mirrors, tasseled curtains, and vases of fresh flowers sat on every available inch of counter space.

We see a glimpse of Darling sleeping in her bed, but not the bed itself.

Darling has a closet where she hides her workout gear. She only wears it and exercise when she's alone in her room due to her family not wanting her to gain muscles.

After, dropping Ginger off at school during Spring Darling couldn't go back to Wonderland, so she hid the White Knight Suit (along with countless weapons) in an old hiding spot Maid Marian and her mother used when they were in school (I'll explain in another headcanon).

I can see Darling having a sword collection either in her closet or under her bed.

With Darlings love of reading and now that she's away from the Charming Committee of Literature (I honestly forgot which committee it was, they have so many) she can read as many heroine, adventure, and Wonderland books as she wants and has a huge bookcase.

Rosabella's side: Rosabella may be a princess, but she is not one to sit and watch the injustice of the world take over. You'll see her around school of the village protesting about change than waiting for her future prince.

Rosabella was raised to speak her mind and she has no problem standing up for those who can't protect themselves.

In the books it said that their room was opulently decorated, with carved vanities, gilded mirrors, tasseled curtains, and vases of fresh flowers sat on every available inch of counter space.

Adelita, Rosabella's butterfly, is one of the few pets that lives in the dorms. Adelita uses the flowers that Darling and Rosebella get from their suiters as a bed and to get nectar.

Being Briar's cousin she most likely has rose motifs in her room.

With her love of animals, she may have a few stuff animals that she got from when charities give the donors stuff animals, t-shirts, and rubber band bracelets for supporting the cause.

Rosabelle makes her protest signs in her room and her side is littered with protest signs and papers.

Normally, Rosabella is never in her room due to protest, student council, or reading in the library. When she is in her room, she naps due to her active schedule tiring her out.

She's an avid book reader and reads books and magazine like 'Beast Weekly' to keep up with Beast matters and to be closer to her Beast heritage. Like Darling she has a giant bookcase filled with actvist and nature books.

She has a harp so she might practice in her room.

Yeah, that's all I got on Rosabella, wasn't much to work with sorry.

Images from @everafterhighcaps , EAHWIKI, ROYALREBALWIKI

[spadecentral]

📜 The Kingdom of Hearts [TWST Fantasy AU]

! requested: no ! a/n: im just silly

! masterlist: twst fantasy au ! summary: you're introduced to the first of seven kingdoms ! reader prns: n/a ! warning(s): mentions of death/accidental murder

The Kingdom of Hearts was one of the best places to live. That was, in terms of the people who lived there. The city was always lively and the townsfolk were always bustling around, greeting everyone and idly chatting with one another. But the rules were so strict that they practically held you in a chokehold the moment you stepped onto its land. The Rosehearts family–the family which had held the throne for hundreds of years–had made 810 laws for the citizens to strictly act by. Guards dressed in metal suits were posted at every other block, as well as all around the town square to make sure that the people were doing what they were supposed to.

The royal family was made up of the King, Queen, and their son, Prince Riddle. On special occasions, they would visit the towns, such as the birth of their son, or the marriage of the King and Queen. Rarely would the royal family ever be seen in public other than that. Most of the time when the Royal Family needed something, they would send a letter.

But on the rare chance that there was something needed within the next hour, a boy around the prince’s age would be sent out of the castle. He was easily distinguishable with his green hair and gasses. Yet, no one had the heart to talk to him. Granted, they had never seen him speak to anyone but the shop clerks to say a measly thank you. But, their inquiry about the boy would have to be put on hold until they could muster up the courage to talk to him.

There was also a poor family also living within the castle grounds. A family of four gingers, a father, two daughters, and a son. They served as court jesters in exchange for their housing and food. They are brought into the castle once a month, to face an expectant court of diplomats expecting new tricks. The more fire, the more knives, and the more dangerous stunts the better. Sometimes the people of the Kingdom of Hearts could see the jesters working on their stunts on the palace grounds, and get a free show. Of course, there are always accidents that people bear witness to. Seventeen years prior, when the family had first moved into the little shack on the grounds, they were practicing one of their stunts. Throwing knives at an apple above someone's head. The people watched as the knife flew right into the woman’s head, killing her almost instantly. The baby screamed ear-piercingly loud. No one would ever forget that day.

Many people from the Kingdom of Hearts opt to become adventurers, to get away from the strictness set in place. Those people are essentially outcasted from the kingdom, their birth certificates shredded and their belongings burned. Such extreme measures were taken because to rid yourself of the rules is utter insanity, in the royal’s eyes. They deem anyone that disobeys the laws as people who have committed treason. If any adventurer would like to step foot back on the grounds of the kingdom, they would have a hard time doing so, because of the knights placed everywhere. And if they do somehow make it in, they should always have a place or two that they can inhabit, for guards are always vigilant when looking for them.

On top of the family’s ever-growing tyranny, the country had been at war with the Kingdom of Thorns for over 20 years. With having an organized military, comes a major responsibility. Although maybe not have the strongest knights, the Kingdom of Hearts is able to keep its men strong and lean, with its tough rules and their strong regimens.

Constantly at war with other countries, it is only a matter of time before the Kingdom of Hearts is at war with itself.

! taglist: @tulipluvlettr | @ghost-hyacinth | @oseathepebble | @ventisaircurrent | @epelys | @pastelmages | @xphantasmagoriax | @atlasnessie | @divinesapph | @ze-maki-nin | @ruggiethethuggie | @v-anrouge

[queenofyumcha]

Impera Brigade OC Hendrik - In the context of the omega Emhyr WIP, Nest of Leathers

Hendrik, House of *redacted* - The youngest Impera Brigadier.

Hendrik is the second son of a minor house, disowned when his loose lips and open candour result in the greatest scandal amongst the Nilfgaardian nobility since the Usurper's coup.*

*This is all according to Mererid, so one might take that with a pinch of salt. The man is known for his dramatics.

In no certain order, the scandal involves Duchess Aep Dahy's prized show dog, an admiral's favourite hat, a young lady of questionable parentage and a young lord related to House Voorhis who was besotted with the aforementioned young lady.

Hendrik insists it was all a terrible misunderstanding. None of the Impera can get him to tell the full story and it isn't from a lack of trying.

In the small hours of the morning, lying side by side, Emhyr manages to coax the story from Hendrik once and only once. That morning, the entirety of the royal wing is prematurely woken by the ferocious howls of laughter coming from their Emperor.

Emhyr laughs so hard, hunched over on himself, that he manages to pull a muscle in his back and has to spend the rest of that day in bed. Which was perhaps fortuitous, because the Emperor continues to laugh until he is sedated.

Ciri spends months trying to get Hendrik to crack and tell her the story. He remains stubbornly silent to the point that she decides it may well be easier to get the story from Emhyr.

It is not.

When asked, Emhyr laughs hysterically until he pulls a muscle in his back again. Mererid unofficially bans the topic of Hendrik's disownment from the Imperial Palace lest the Emperor end up permanently bedridden.

Hendrik's path to the Impera Brigade

Emhyr acknowledges him once during a military skills competition held in the capital city, praising his archery skills. Emhyr mentions off-hand that the only man he believes could parry/evade Hendrik's attacks would be 'the Witcher', and that he was sure the mutagens would give the man an advantage.

Hendrik develops a disdain for Witchers, and a special disdain for whichever Witcher that had managed to catch the omega Emperor's eye and impress him, no less.

Hendrik applies to join the Impera Brigade. He is immediately rejected for his youth, lack of military accomplishments and lack of experience in close-range combat.

On the day of the rejection letter, Hendrik leaves his place as a senior archer in the calvary behind and applies to join the infantry, happily accepting a lower-paid, junior position that is rarely filled by a member of the nobility - no matter that he was disowned, Hendrik's blue-blooded Nilfgaardian accent never leaves him and a number of his new colleagues salute him upon hearing him speak, assuming he is their superior officer.

He applies to join the Impera Brigade so many times that his handwriting is recognisable on sight to the Impera recruitment officers.

After three years of serving in the infantry, Hendrik's successes in battle against Nazairrian highlander clans win him some hard-earned repute amongst his superiors.

Finally, after Nazair is conquered, Hendrik's request is approved. When he joins at 23, he is the youngest officer in the Impera's ranks and his fellow officers never fail to remind him of that.

That compliment, that acknowledgement from the Emperor and that fateful day of their meeting is enshrined in Hendrik's memory and shapes his future.

For Emhyr, it was a Tuesday...

-/-

Hendrik is uncommonly blunt for someone born to the Nilfgaardian nobility. His open honesty is often confused for naivety and many of his superiors have thought him skilled and obedient but not very bright - A perfect soldier.

Emhyr finds his honesty and good-tempered nature rather endearing. A biddable alpha who is happy to take direction from an omega is rare. Emhyr trusts him.

-/-

Hendrik's scent - the blue roses of Nazair and the metallic scent of iron

Emhyr's scent - candied ginger and citrus, when he's upset or stressed, which he almost always is, he smells like burnt sugar and charred lemon peel

When Emhyr is happy or aroused, the scent of the spicy candied ginger is much stronger than the smell of citrus.

[cometblaster2070]

*cracks spine* okay, let’s go, i’ve put this off for about a year now, and im really sorry, and im not going to put it off any longer.

(please forgive me @feline17ff)

this is the first post in this weird series; please dont mind me, i am a nuisance.

Destiny 2.0

we have previously discussed a few characters and the tragedies that befall them because of their story, but due to the nature of this fucked up franchise; we’re going to be talking about a few others.

Cedar Wood is someone who is not real. You might think she is. She’s just like a person isn’t she? She thinks, she feels, she loves just like someone who is real

but she isn’t

she’s just a puppet, right?

someone who is cursed to tell the truth. who cannot do anything but. who is sometimes forced to tell the truth against her will simply for some cruel person’s amusement. someone who is sometimes kept at a distance by her friends because they are afraid of telling her secrets that may be accidently divulged later.

Cedar Wood is real. she is no less a person than anyone else is. and while she may not always be able to express what she is able to say, she paints her emotions away; trying to explain what words cannot.

Cedar Wood is eager to follow her father’s destiny because she wishes, she hopes to be free of her curse and someday become a real girl.

there is something so inexplicably sad about wanting to feel real so badly.

hunter huntsman. despite his name (which is horrific, but i digress), there is nothing of a hunter in this boy.

he’s a vegetarian. he’s someone who sabotages the traps his father sets out for the animals. he’s on the cheer squad. he’s sweet and kind and sincere and he loves ashlynn ella with all of his heart.

hunter’s ‘destiny’ destiny isnt too big of a deal for him. he’s a part of two stories and honestly, i think he’s pretty happy in both of them; after all, he’s no villain. in snow white’s tale, he refuses to kill her, and warns her of the queen’s ill intentions, while in red riding hood, he’s the hero who saves the day.

but the thing is, there is something hunter’s destiny does not entail

or rather, someone: ashlynn ella.

as destiny dictates, someone like hunter, a simple commoner; cannot be with someone like ashlynn, a princess, a royal, someone with a big role to play.

why does it matter? why can’t they just be happy? why does hunter have to be molded into what they think will fit best for his story? why cant he just be with the girl he loves?

why are they so cruel to a child?

there’s a story we’ve all heard before. 

a story about a brother and a sister who were left in the woods by their father after there was nothing more for them to eat at home. how they found a house made of candy and were lured and trapped by the cannibal witch to whom it belonged. and how they finally bested her and escaped to warn the world of her evil.

what an utterly absurd lie created by two horrible children.

and yes, while the candy witch herself rather enjoys the controversy caused by her horrific tale, there is someone who does not.

ginger breadhouse. such a kind young girl, whose only desire is to bake and make people happy.

yet ginger is feared and rebuffed time and time again for what people assume her to be: a cannibal. a vicious, cruel monster who represents the worst in all of us. someone who uses her gifts simply to exploit others.

ginger cooks and bakes because she simply wants to; it is her passion. she just wants to share her treats with others and to just let them be happy. she doesn’t want to be the cannibal witch. she doesnt want to poison people. she just wants to be a pastry chef.  

it just isnt fair.

duchess swan is a royal through and through, and if anyone has a problem with that, then they could go fuck themselves.

it is no secret that duchess doesnt get a ‘happily ever after’ like most princesses, and yes, if you tend to remind her of that, you may get kicked in some very sensitive places by ballet shoes.

but duchess swan does not see herself as a coward. yes, she may be bitter about her story. yes, she may be envious of others such as the ever so perfect apple white, or ashlynn fucking ella.

yes, she may desperately want out of this fate. yes, she may be terrified knowing that what happened to her mother will happen to her. yes, she may try to swap stories with other princesses just to get a happier ending and to make sure that her story ends without her true love inadvertently betraying her.

but duchess is not a coward. and by whatever god there is in their fucked up world, duchess swan refuses to act like those ‘rebels’ and go against her destiny.

even though she might die. even though she’ll be stuck a swan forever. even though she might be the villain of her story.

duchess is a child who has been fed this horrific future from birth.

and apple white. god. what is there to say about apple white?

the perfect heir to the throne of ever after high? the girl who has it all? the one who is so effortlessly perfect? who has people fawning over her every move? who is the prettiest, smartest, and most popular girl in school? the girl with the ‘best’ story? the girl who is going to end up with everything, just like destiny intended for her?

her perfect happily ever after.

except, that isnt true, is it?

apple is not perfect. her hair is blonde instead of ‘as black as coal’. she hides the fact that she wears glasses and is nearly blind without them, because that is an ‘imperfection’. she is supposed to be the most popular, but is instead beaten by a rebel like raven queen. 

her prince isnt even a prince, for crying out loud. the ever so perfect daring charming is not her prince, rather, his sister, darling charming, the white knight, is apple’s true love.

all her life, the expectations set upon apple white have suffocated her and distorted her vision of what life she has and wants. she has been fed lies after lies about what she has to be, and what her ‘perfect’ future has to be like.

she is afraid of messing up. she is afraid of not being perfect. she is afraid from straying from the comfortable bubble of her destiny. she is afraid of deviating from her ‘happily ever after’ because she is literally terrified that she will die.

apple white, for all her bravado, is simply a scared child who doesnt know what to do.

and the truth is, the rest of them are like that as well.

they’re just kids.

and they’re afraid of what’s going to happen to them in the future.

[kindheart525]

Sahar and Heavenly Glow had barely spoken for weeks after their fight. Heavenly was just so stubborn, so stuck in her ways, Sahar didn’t want to talk to her. Not that Heavenly really reached out. Sahar had tried so hard to find common ground with her and she still didn’t budge, so at this point she didn’t want to try anymore.

But tonight, the estranged spouses were supposed to present themselves as a royal couple at a big dignitary dinner. There was nothing either of them could do to put it off. But Sahar was absolutely dreading it as Diya helped her get ready. She vented to her mare-in-waiting in her native tongue as she helped her put on her gown.

“I cannot speak to that mare, or even look at her! She expects me to do so much for her, even convert to her faith, and she won’t give me even basic respect! I shouldn’t have to give her the satisfaction of attending another royal event with her, all for theatrics!”

Ginger Root—er, Diya listened intently as she laced up Sahar’s corset. She was always willing to support the princess but these kinds of matters were a bit outside of her job description, so she had to tread carefully so as not to overstep boundaries.

“I understand your feelings, princess, but this isn’t just any royal event. Dignitaries from all over will be there. This is important not only for Equestria, but the world. Including Saddle Arabia.”

She slipped Sahar’s dress over her head, to which the Saddle Arabian mare only scoffed.

“I adore Saddle Arabia with all my heart but I fulfilled my duties to my home when I married Heavenly! Tight corsets and stuffy dinner parties were not part of the job. Do you know what was? Communication and collaboration! It is Heavenly who is failing to uphold her duties!”

She sighed, staring out the window while Diya did up her mane.

“Heavenly has been defiant to me again and again, maybe it is time I be defiant to her just once.”

“Princess, this isn’t the night-“

“Of all nights, this is the night! It’s beautiful outside, let us have some fun instead. A frolic in the garden!”

Sahar laughed, trotting out the door and into the Canterlot gardens.

Diya grabbed her tiara and galloped after her.

“No princess, come back and finish getting ready! This isn’t a game!”

“Who says it is a game?”

Sahar asked in all seriousness.

“I will make Heavenly do the dirty work for once. She can handle it!”

~~~~~~~~~~

Previous: Holy Moly Next: Dinner and Don’t Show

Collaboration with @glitterfleshgum

Background by csillaghullo

[djcanipe99]

Ben , Finn dick and dipper : You've never complained about my methods before.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos : I'm not complaining.

Ben , Finn dick and dipper: You're not? What do you call this?

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: I never complain! How am I complaining? When do I ever complain about you practicing the violin at three in the morning, or your mess, your general lack of hygiene, or the fact that you steal my clothes?

Ben , Finn dick and dipper: Uh, we have a barter system...

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: When have I ever complained about you setting fire to my rooms?

Ben , Finn dick and dipper: Our rooms...

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: The rooms! Or, or, the fact that you experiment on my dog?

Ben , Finn dick and dipper: Our dog...

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos : The dog!

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper:ship , beemo , brucely and. Waddles is our dog!

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: You've been in this room for two weeks, I insist you have to get out.

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: There is absolutely nothing of interest to me, out there, on Earth, at all.

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper

: So you're free this evening?

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: Absolutely.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: Dinner?

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: Wonderful.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos:The Royale?

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: My favorite.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: Gwen , lady rainicorn , Artemis and melody’s coming.

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper : Not available.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: You're meeting her, Tennyson, Mertens, Grayson and pines!

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: Have you proposed yet?

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: No, I haven't found the right ring.

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: Then it's not official.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos : It's happening. Whether you like it or not, 8:30, the Royale. Wear a jacket!

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: *You* wear a jacket.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: Why is the only woman you've cared about a criminal? Are you a masochist?

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper :Allow me to explain.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: Allow me. She's the only adversary who ever outsmarted you. Twice. Made a proper idiot out of you.

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper : Right, you've had your fun.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: What's she after, anyway?

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: It's time to press on.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: What could she possibly need?

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper : It doesn't matter.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: An alibi? A beard? A human canoe. She could sit on your back and paddle you up the Thames.

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper : That's of no consequence to you, is it? We've done our last case together.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: I've already read it. Missing person: Luke Reordan, 4 foot 10, red hair, no front teeth.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: Case solved. You're obviously not her type. She likes ginger dwarves.

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper : Midget.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: So you agree?

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: No, I don't agree. It's more than technicality, you see. You're misrepresenting the dimensions of foreshortened peoples.

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos : I've said too much. I've upset you.

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper: No, I am simply stating that one has...

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos : What were you doing?

Ben , Finn, dick and dipper : Will you allow me to explain?

Kevin,jake , Wally and soos: I wish you would.

[freenewsreport]

Prince Harry Bald? The Royal Hair Mystery Unveiled!

We all know Prince Harry—one of the most recognizable royals around the world, with his playful charm, sense of humor, and of course, his iconic ginger hair. But wait, is he going bald? For those of us who have been keeping a close eye on the royal family, it’s hard not to notice the subtle changes in his hairline over the years. Prince Harry bald rumors have been swirling, and it’s sparked a conversation about aging, appearance, and the expectations placed on royals. Let's dive into the fascinating topic of Prince Harry's evolving hairline and explore whether it really matters in the grand scheme of things!

The Changing Royal Hairline

Everyone ages, even royalty. But when you're a royal, your appearance is constantly in the spotlight! Over the past few years, fans have observed that Prince Harry’s once-thick ginger locks are now thinning out. He isn’t alone in this journey, though. His older brother, Prince William, has already embraced his baldness, proving that even royal genetics can't escape the effects of time. Is Prince Harry destined to follow in William’s footsteps? It seems possible!

The Pressure to Look "Perfect"

With the constant media attention, it's no wonder the royals feel pressure to maintain their appearances. But isn’t it exhausting trying to keep up with impossible standards? Prince Harry bald—if it's happening—only highlights the fact that he's human like the rest of us. The world should recognize that a person’s worth isn't measured by their hairline but by their character. Prince Harry, after all, is more than just his hair, and his contributions to society far outweigh any superficial concerns.

Genetics: The Real Culprit?

Ever heard the phrase "It runs in the family"? Well, in Prince Harry’s case, baldness might just be in the royal bloodline. Prince Charles, their father, experienced significant hair loss, and Prince William has famously gone bald. So, it’s safe to say that genetics may be playing a role here. For those who find themselves pondering the "Prince Harry bald" situation, it might be comforting to know that this is just a natural part of life for many people—royals included!

Signs of Hair Loss

Wondering if Prince Harry is actually going bald? Here are a few telltale signs:

Thinning on the crown: Observers have noted that the crown of Prince Harry's head appears to be thinning, a classic sign of male-pattern baldness.

Receding hairline: While not as pronounced as Prince William’s, Harry’s hairline seems to be creeping back, ever so slightly.

Hair texture changes: His hair might appear finer than it did in his younger years, which could signal the start of hair thinning.

Embracing the Bald

Would it be such a bad thing if Prince Harry bald became a reality? Not at all! In fact, many people—celebrities and everyday individuals alike—have embraced baldness with confidence. Think about Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson or Vin Diesel. Hair isn’t what defines a person, and the same goes for Prince Harry. If he ends up bald, it’s likely that he’ll embrace it in stride, just as he’s done with many of the other challenges life has thrown at him.

The Role of Social Media

We can't deny the influence of social media in shaping how we perceive public figures. Every time a new photo of Prince Harry appears online, comments about his hairline inevitably follow. Isn’t it strange how we’re so quick to point out such minor things? Social media often puts a magnifying glass on the tiniest details, and before we know it, #PrinceHarryBald is trending! But should we be spending more time focusing on his charity work, his dedication to mental health, and his environmental advocacy?

How the Public Reacts

Public reactions to Prince Harry's thinning hair have been mixed. Some fans are empathetic, understanding that hair loss is a natural part of aging. Others, however, seem to latch on to every small change in his appearance, as if being bald could somehow lessen his royal charm. Spoiler alert: It won’t! Bald or not, Prince Harry continues to be the same influential figure who’s changing the world for the better.

Hair Loss Solutions: Would Prince Harry Consider Them?

In today’s world, there are countless treatments for hair loss. From hair transplants to medications like minoxidil, it's easier than ever to fight baldness. But would Prince Harry consider taking any of these measures? It’s hard to say. On one hand, he might feel pressure to keep up appearances. On the other hand, he’s shown a desire to live a more normal, grounded life. So maybe, just maybe, he’ll follow in his brother’s footsteps and embrace the bald life.

Hair Transplants: A Royal Fix?

Hair transplants have become incredibly popular in recent years, with many high-profile individuals opting for this route. Could Prince Harry be next? It’s certainly possible, though we haven’t seen any signs that he’s taken this step yet. After all, even royals want to feel comfortable in their skin!

Conclusion: Does It Really Matter?

At the end of the day, "Prince Harry bald" or not, what really matters is who he is as a person. His hairline won’t define his legacy. What will, however, are the causes he champions, the lives he touches, and the love he shares with his family. In a world obsessed with appearances, it’s refreshing to see someone like Prince Harry, who focuses on what’s truly important. So, the next time you hear someone talking about Prince Harry's hair, remember: it’s not about the hair—it’s about the heart.

[capofthink]

This Character, Is No More, No Less, But The Time Warriors Character, Who Comes From And Represents THE Colonial Brazil Under Neitherlandese Rule, Of The Company Of The Oriental Indias, In The Northeast Region Of The Colony, Of What Would MOSTLY Be Parts Of The Brazilian State Of Bahya, Sergipe, Pernambuco And Even Ceará, And ALSO The Final Boss, Of The Time Warriors: Colonial Catastrophe 2D Sprites In 16 Bit Videogame/Playsation Two 3D Graphics Videogame, Maurício Keppler De Capricorn Van Maurice, ALSO Formerly Known, As The Silver Rapier, The Main Rival Of Hournet In The Colonial Brazil, A Half Neitherlandese, Half Brazilian Corsary Pre-Teen, Known As The Ginger, Due To His Red Flaired Hair, They Say It's His ONLY Physical Characteristic, That Burns MORE Within His Body, Despite His Deep And Immense, Full And Complete Hatred Of Hournet, The Time Warriors As Well As Each And Every Single Person Related To Them, AS WELL As The Silver Birthmarks On His Face, Descending From His Eyes, A Common Ethnical Trace In ALL Neitherlandese People, With No Exception, In The Cap Of Think Universe, A Reference To The Cyborg 009 Characters, Cyborg 0010 Who Was Appearently Neitherlandese And Featured Those Silver Birthmarks On His Face, Not To Mention The Assassin Cyborg From The Evil Black Ghost Organization, Machine Gun AND The Cyborg Right Hand Man Of The Evil Black Ghost HIMSELF, Claus Van Bogoot, Who Was NOTABLY, Doubtlessly Neitherlandese, As Maurice Is Known, As The Brazilian On His Home Country, While, In The Colonial Brazil, He Is Known Ironically, As The Neitherlandese:

IT IS KNOWN, However, And Believed, That, Due To A Legendary Secular Curse (Who, In The End, May Be Nothing More, Nothing Less, But A Family Fable Of The Van Maurice THEMSELVES), The Van Maurice Noble Neitherlandese Family, Was Doomed To Have ALL Of The Faces Of Their Male Family Members, Distorted And Completely Desfigurated By Any Kind And Sort Of Situation In Any Point Of Their Lifes, As Well As Having Both Of Their Hitch Legs, Being Supported By NO MORE, NO LESS, But Two Silvered Shotgun Sword Cane Wooden Neitherlandese Shoes the Female Members Would ALWAYS Have Some Kind Of Horrible Death When They LESS Expect It, As Well As ALL Who Look Upon The Uncovered Faces Of The Male Family Members, Ended Up Having Destiny FAR WORST Then Death Themselves!

IT IS Said, It AL Begin, When, In The 14th Century, During A Rough Sea Storm In The North Atlantic, The Death Of The WHOLE ENTIRE, God Damned Noble Royal Knight Of The Maurice Family Was Surely Imminent, UNTIL, Of Course, God Had PERSONALLY Send His Archangel Of War, To Aid The Poor, Good And Old Maurice Family, In The Moment They Were Needing The Most, Shocked And Frightened, The Greedy And Insane Patriarch, Of The Respected And Afamed Van Maurice Family, Attacked The Divine Entity, Believing It To Be The Responsible For What Had Happened To Them At The Moment, Even Tough The Van Maurice Family WAS Doubtlessly Saved, The Patriarch Of The Family Was Personally Fulminated By God's Wrath, Upon Landing On Dry Land, As The Rest Of The Family Was Beared To Bear that Curse For The Rest Of Their Existance! A Story That Is No More, No Less But DOUBTLESSLY VERY SIMILAR, To The Original Story Of The Flying Dutchman ITSELF, And No Wonder, The Time And Space Travelling Vehicle BOTH Maurice AND His Father Use, Is A Origina, Untouched, Impecable And Very Well Designed Neitherlandese Flybot, Capable Of Going Against The Wind Safely, Even On Rough Storms, No Thanks To Auxiliary Engines On His Back, Go Underwater Due to it's Submarine Module, Creating A Bubble Of Air Around The Ship, Mutant NAVI Desertors From The Future As Most Of It's Crew And Capable Of Covering, Around THOUSAND Of Yards In The Open Pacific Sea, In A Matter Of Half An Hour, Simply With It's Swift And Slide-ish Built Design!

THIS FAMILY, However, Probably Was Spread Around As A Rumor, In Order To Pretty Much Keep Hidden The Details Of The Secret Missions, Of The Noble Van Maurice Family, Said To Be The Closest To The King, The Church AND Eventually By God Himself! (No Wonder The Family Fable Of Maurice's Story) It Was Said They Were His MOST CHOSEN And Trustworthy Ones, To Fulfill The King's PERSONAL Interests In The Lands Of The New World--And LITERALLY EACH AND EVERY Single Thing Around, ALL THANKS To Maurice's Ancestors Being Of EXTREME AID To The Neitherlandese Community, When The Same Ones Wished Their Independence Of The Spanish Territory In The Region Of Flandres! The Male Physical Injury's Are Pretty Much Terrible Coincidences, The Wifes Deaths, EVEN MORE Regrettable Events And, About The Vanishments, It's Explained Those People, Who Had Destiny's Even WORST Then Death Itself, Were "Silenced", By The Personal Spy's Of The Holland King HIMSELF, In Order To Keep Up A Good Hide And Cover Up Of The King's Personal Interests In Whateaver Fitted Him To Do The Most!

In A Business Trip Back To The Colonial Brazil, Of The Final Of The 18th Century (A Time And Space Period, When Jenny Was ALREADY A Teenager, And Was STILL Human, Working In The Metalurgic Sector, Of The Revolutions MegaCorporations INC LTA Son & Incorporated, By The Way), During A Meeting With Priest Quim, He Had No Idea, Was Evil And That Was Related To Hournet's Past Back At The Day, Maurice, His Son, Decided To Go On With Hournet, That Was Practicing Fancing At The Moment, And Mock His Old Family Rival And Enemy, Directing A Series Of Racist Based Insults Towards Him, The 18 Years Old Hournet You See In The Time Warriors Franchise--Yes, The Physically "OLDER" Aged Character Of Them All, And While Not The Most Mature, It's SURELY The Most Coold Headed One, Despite Having Actually More Then 800 Years Of Age, IF YOU COUNT By The Perspective Of Someone Of The Present, Would Have Said:

"Really.... Is THAT The Best Repertory Of Insults You've Got???!!! HAH, What A Wimp! You Need To Learn On How To Curse, Ginger! If You Don't, You Will NEVER Grow Up In Life, And You Will Be The Weakest Wimp Of ANY GROUP You Get On Later On, In This Vacant Life Of Yours!!"

HOWEVER, Being FAR MORE NAIVE, And With A FAR MORE Explosive Temperament In Comparison To The Hournet You See In The Actual Time Warriors Franchise, Childish, Immature And Impulsive ALSO STILL A Graduated On Capoeira, Instead Of Being An ACTUAL MASTER, Like The Actual Anti Heroic, Sarcastic, Sadistic, Jokester And Mocker Hournet, The 13 Years Old Peace And Justice Seeking Defender, Naive, That NEVER Expected Any Kind Of Reward From His Good Actions And that Did Good Things Based On A Purely Humanitary Way Of Being Hournet Made What ANYONE, On His Situation, Age, Age And Ethnicy Would:

RIDER KICKED The 14 Years Old Maurice, Outside The Glass Window, Inside The Jesuitic Monastery ITSELF, Breaking The SHIT OUT Of Everything, Alongise At Least, 9 Ribs In The Back Of The Kid Maurice And Spreading GLASS And Sharped, Pointed Up Window Parts EVERYWHERE! Impressing A Jesuitic Kid Who Was Just Finishing Copying A Excerpt Of The Apocalypse Text, On His 998 Of 1.000 Bible Copy's He Was Working On Endlessly HIMSELF, A Tupinamba Indian Girl Who Was Playing With A Peteca Nearby, And Pratically ALL Of The Kids, AND PEOPLE In The Monastery! Initiating One Of The BEST, AND MOST VIOLENT FIGHTS OF ALL The Time Warriors Franchise, IF NOT, The Cap Of Think Universe AS A WHOLE, Hournet And Maurice Pratically DESTROYED The Monastery With Their Fight, With Hournet DIRECTLY Facing Against Maurice, SEVERAL Lethal One Hit Kill Kicks, That Would Have KILLED ANY Opponent For Good, But That, For A DIRECT MIRACLE Of The Divine Hand, Did Nothing More, But To Let His Two Legs Crippled! While Hournet Escaped ALIVE, And WITH NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS But A Few Scratches On His Body!

FURIOUS, The Jesutic Priest Quim Appears, And Severly Scolds Them Both For Initiating A Fight Between Each Other, And For Destroying The Monastery, As The TWO Of Them Would Get A Suitable, Proper Punishment For The Chaos And Disorder THEMSELVES Had Created! HOWEVER, Suddenly, Maurice's Father IN PERSON Intervenes, And Asks The Priest, Not To Punish Any Of Them, NOT EVEN His Most Deared And Beloved Francis, He Raised And Lived On The Monastery, As His Only Child, As He Would Pay For ALL The Expenses Necessary For Fixing The Monastery, And That Would STILL Give Enough Money And Resources For, In The Name Of God, That The Young Hournet Would Have Acess To A VERY USEFUL And Suitable Vehicle For Himself In The Future, As The Reward AND GIFT For Himself Showing His Value As A Warrior To Him That Day, Revealing The Kid HAD Potential, And that it Shouldn't Be Tossed Away Or Reduced, In Such, Considered By Him, Backwards Physical Punishment Methods, Like Those.

The Priest Quim Accepted The Proposal, But ONLY When Maurice's Father Promissing Him It Wouldn't Appear Again, AS, In That Day, Maurice Got A HUGE Grudge Over Hournet, Promissing That Would Kill Him, And Take Away His Life, To Have Revenge Over The Dreadful Humilliation He Received That Day, EVEN At The Cost Of His OWN LIFE! THE So Awaited Chance The Public Was Waiting For A Rematch Between The Bee Haired Shaped Themed Insect Short Armed Long Legged Capoeira Unbeatable Fighter Ex-Slave N***a Sarcastic Brazilian Black Guy, Who Doesn't Care For Peace, Justice Or Anyone But Himself, As Well As His Own Interests, Only Helping Someone If He Is Heaviy Paid For It, And The Rich And Disgusting, Spoiled Brat Corsary Kid Playing The Good Guy, JUST Because Of His Fancy And Rich, Gentle And Educated Europeian Descendence Rocking On A Ginger Hair, Silver Scarfs, Wooden Shoes And Shotgun Canes On Crippled Legs, FINALLY Happened, In Time Warriors:

Colonial Catastrophe, With The Attack Of The English Pirate, Bart Roberts, At The Coast Of The Colonial Neitherlandese Brazil, Property Of The Hollandese Prince, Mauricio De Nassau, At the 16th Century, When Hournet Was Fighting And Kicking The Ass Of Mauricio Van Maurice--THAT IS, No One More, No One Less Then The Neitherlandese Privateer, The Silver Musket, JUST The Way His Father Was, When Maurice ALMOST Killed Francis, With A Suicidal Attack, With A Belt Of Dynamites Attacked to his Belt, And When Clock Slowed Down The Flow Of Time And Space Around Himself And Hournet, Allowing Hournet To Do A Backflip And Use A Capoeira Kick On Maurice's Neural Spine, Sending him Away To A Pilllory And Exploding His Own Body, A Lethal Attack Maurice MIRACULOUSLY SURVIVED, But At A HEAVY PRICE, Coming Back To Get His Revenge On Hournet, Clock And Most Of The Time Warriors, Having Their Heads AT ANY COST!

In An Epic And Violent Combat, Thanks To Good Teachings, And Honored Values, Which He Learned From Time Warriors Team Members, On Friendship And Loyalty, Francis Realizes That The Life Of The “Silver Musket” Was Not Worth Playing And Out, And That Needed To Be Spared, He Still Tried To Convince The Boy, To Give Up Fighting, After Admitting That He Won, But, Already Overwhelmed By Fury, And Crazy For Vengeance, The Silver Musket Shoots Himself, In an almost suicidal strategy, to try to destroy it at once, and, although the desperate strategy itself survived, the silver musket was badly injured, and in a state of coma, needing to be transported over time, for medical care, however, neither Even The Father Himself, And His Mentor, The Starry Foil, Show Discernment, Kindness, Pity Or Sadness, Upon Seeing His Son And Apprentice, Fallen And Almost Dead On The Floor.

[goldsilked]

Decadent and desirous were the maids of Queen Catherine’s household, and so unlike their English counterparts in the extreme – those mild-mannered, lily-livered ladies of King William’s court, rosy-cheeked and nauseatingly polite, restrained in dignity under the Dowager’s bony thumb.  It was neither the product of err nor happenstance that Madeleine and sister Héléne – though it was not blood that fused them as one – were cherry-picked by the serpent Queen herself, called forth to serve and take pride of place in the most glamorous court of all Europe, for in a crowd of hundreds of mademoiselles, the de Limeuil sisters stood among the loveliest, the merriest, the most infamous.  Madeleine trained her gaze on Héléne’s lithe figure, liquid as she swept across the room and perched herself on the rim of the iron-wrought tub, which Madeleine herself gripped with the ivory palm of her hand.  Her bright-caramel eyes shone with mirth, thickly rimmed with eyelashes that dripped with pearls of bathwater – glimmering like the welter of jewels stashed in their skirts – as she batted her eyes at Héléne. 

‘Oh, sister mine,’ Madeleine gently cooed, her temperament far more predisposed to company than Héléne’s.  With ease could the younger sister feign amusement, where the elder wore her ire slashed across the silken ribbons of her sleeve; only in the company of their royal mistress could she tighten her lips and lower her gaze in deference.  ‘It is ironic that the English think us so indulgent, when it is them – their men – who cannot keep their mouths clear of meat and drink long enough to hold a conversation.  They hardly stop to swallow before speaking.  Must be only a matter of time–’ the lady’s voice dripped to a velvet purr, ‘before the King resembles his father, black-toothed and gout-addled and hunkering about like an old dog. Half the court will become hunchbacked from carrying him around.’   

Madeleine’s posture uncurled as Héléne's lips whispered of an affair – illicit enthuse splashed across the heart-shape of her countenance.  ‘You wretched tease! Which do you think to take to your bed?’  She queried, her cheeks refusing to flood russet with shame. ‘The ginger-bearded pauper or the Spaniard whose jaw drags along the floor?’  She took Helene’s wrist in her wet clasp, grinning.  ‘Perhaps our dear Cat might encourage you to spellbind the Infante.  It would keep his interest in check, stave off the English roses, just long enough for our pious Elisabeth to make headway… She might even learn a thing or two.’

Raised among the most fashionable of European courts, Madeleine and Héléne seemed adrift in the grey, red and green of an English court. Sticking out in a way most peculiar, Héléne took to her step-sister’s side in an act of immediate shock, following Madeleine into the toilette as she sought a moment’s privacy — a moment, for it seemed Hampton was rife with constant audiences and small chit-chat pertaining anything from the dreary weather or pleasant gardens. Well, Héléne was simply bored of it, and went to bemoan their situation before she found her kin submerged in a de Medici style bath. With a noise, she went to perch beside the tub, her dress stripped of any glamour to instead appear all but in linens, her hands busying themselves with the release of her hair from her cap that had protected the surface from the tight bound of her French Hood. 

Thus far, Héléne had not been impressed. But, her expectations had always been high, and her self-worth was deemed more so than a normal maid of honour ought to believe. Where some would forgive, or merely come to understand the change in circumstance, Héléne had only wanted more. And as such, had been less than amused with the stares taken by the greed of English men, or by the bards that lined the tapestry adorned walls. “You are right, this place breeds malcontentment! Even the men, who should be far cheerier than the women, seem to hate before anything else. It is so tiresome, I do not know how we are to survive,” she gasped, turning to Madeleine across the hot steam from her bath, her scorn soon changing to a smile, as she finally came to release her hair fully. “Now, do you think our dear de Medici will think it wrong if I find pleasure in a King’s bed once more?” She then teased, a string of non-committal melodies dripping from her lips as she draped her fingertips into the warm water.

[babybluebex]

bliss [helmut zemo x reader]

summary ↠ "i would die for her. i would kill for her. either way, what bliss." - gomez addams pairing ↠ young!helmut zemo x fem!reader (y/n) word count ↠ 1.8k warnings ↠ explicit language, murder a/n ↠ listen, i’m a sucker for a baby zemo doing everything he can to protect you. enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio!

You heard his laughter, and you knew that something was wrong.

The man was a flirt, player, and, as your friends said, “not good for you”. He was only just freshly 19 when you had met and, upon literally bumping into each other in a small cafe, you were instantly smitten. It was impossible not to be, though; he had these big brown eyes, fluffy and dark-ginger hair, and a dimpled smile that drew you in immediately. He introduced himself as “Hel” and gave you his phone number, and you were satisfied with your little interaction. It had been a while since anybody had shown interest in you like that.

He took you on a date. An unusual one, late at night, all alone on abandoned rooftops of Novi Grad, but a date nonetheless. Hel had greeted you with a smile, a red rose, and a bottle of German beer, and you had decided that you were hooked on him. The night was a bit cold and you buried yourself into his body, and he had soothed you to sleep with gentle scratching on your back. As you drifted to sleep, you remember thinking that he smelled nice and how you wouldn’t mind wearing his jacket one day.

That day came about a month later. He had come to pick you up after one of your lectures and he stood there in the rain as you had bustled out of the building. “Hurry up!” he had laughed as you raced to meet him under the umbrella. “Here, take this…” He had struggled his rain coat off and draped it around your shoulders and over your back to protect your bag, and he had quickly tapped your nose when he pulled the hood over your head.

“Thanks, Hel,” you chuckled, stepping a bit closer to him.

“I love you,” Hel told you, and you looked at him to find his gaze clear and fixed on you. “I love you so much, it hurts.”

You smiled, moved onto the tips of your toes, and kissed him. “I love you too, Hel.”

Hel’s 20th birthday was in the summer, and he invited you to meet his parents. It was a small get-together, he had told you. Just his mother, father, a few close friends, and you. He drove you, his hand fixed on your thigh the whole time, and you noticed his fingers tapping nervously. “What’s this all about?” you asked, gesturing the frantically-moving digits.

Hel had swallowed thickly, and replaced his hand on the wheel. “Nothing.”

That night, you found out who Hel truly was. Your boyfriend, the most beautiful man you had ever met, the one who knew how to dry your tears and kiss you drunk, was royalty. Baron Helmut Zemo. You had moved to Sokovia to go to university in Novi Grad and hardly recognized any of the royal family, let alone the lesser members, so it wasn’t that hard to believe that you hadn't recognized him. It was still shocking, though. What was even more hurtful than Helmut keeping it from you, though, was that he wasn’t even the one to tell you the truth; it was his cousin, Emil. He had said it and given you a smile, like he was aware that you had no idea and was intent on letting you know the secret. Your head was spinning as you excused yourself from the conversation and went to the balcony, and you found Helmut out there, smoking a cigarette and laughing at something his friend had said. “Baron?” you asked, and he turned to you so quickly that you were surprised he didn’t give himself whiplash. “When were you gonna tell me this?”

“I-I was planning on doing it tonight,” Helmut had said, but your senses were too muffled by anger and hurt to process much other than his words.

“You had a whole fucking year to tell me,” you said. “Are you ashamed of it? Did you think I wouldn’t be around long enough for it to matter?”

“No, no!” Helmut had exclaimed, and he crossed to you and took your hand in his. “That’s not it at all, mein Schatz! I didn’t want you to get hurt. This life, it’s… I wouldn’t wish it on anybody. It’s cutthroat, it’s mean, it’s-it’s not for you.”

You pulled your hand away from him and sighed. “I just can’t believe you’d keep this from me,” you said. “Me, of all people, Hel. And I find out by your fucking cousin telling me that you were on some fucking list of Hottest Bachelors or some shit like that--”

“Who?”

“What?” you asked. Helmut had a look in his eyes that you had never seen before, one of pure and potent anger, and his dark eyebrows were furrowed.

“Who told you?” he said. His back teeth were clenched-- you could hear it in his voice-- and his hand was too tight on yours.

“Emil,” you replied. “God, let go, you’re gonna leave a bruise.”

Helmut suddenly dropped your hand like it had burned him, and he instead clasped your face in his palms. “I love you, mein Schatz,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. You have every right to be angry and to hate me, but please, I can’t… I can’t live knowing that I fucked this up so spectacularly.”

You smoothed your hands up to meet his, and you tangled your fingers with his. “I’m gonna go home,” you whispered. “I don’t feel comfortable here anymore. But don’t rush, love. Enjoy your birthday. Just come by my apartment when you’re done and we can talk about this.” You reached to him and tugged him down to kiss you, and you swore that you could taste his love on his tongue. Cigarettes, champagne, and love.

You were asleep by the time Helmut came home. Rightfully so, seeing as it was nearly four o’clock. You knew that Europeans, specifically Sokovians, knew how to party, but even that was a bit much for Helmut. You knew that your neighbors would have a few choice words for you about your boyfriend coming home drunk an hour before the sun rose, but then you heard the laughter.

It was quiet at first. As you rose from bed, you hardly heard it. You thought it was your window unit AC acting up again, as it was prone to do. But then, the laughter grew. It bubbled up and grew, until it was nearly hysterical.

“Hel?” you called. You quickly stepped out of the bedroom and into the front room, and, in the darkness, you saw your boyfriend’s form sitting at the window. He was laughing. He was shaking, trembling, and you flicked on a lamp. You nearly threw up at what you saw.

Blood. Still red, still fresh. Red blood on his shirt, on his jeans, on his hands, in his hair. It wasn’t that much, but it was everywhere. His shirt, the nice white button-down that you had begged him to wear but that he had only agreed to if he could pop the top three buttons (and how were you going to say no to that?), was perhaps the most stained of all. The sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and you clutched his arm in fear.

“Hel!” you cried. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

He was still doing that awful laugh, and it made your stomach drop. Something hadn’t happened to him; he had made something happen to someone. He had tears in his eyes and tears rolling down his flushed cheeks, and he sniffled in-between bouts of laughter. “Helmut,” you said quickly, and you took his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “What did you do?”

Helmut responded instantly. He threw his arms around you and pulled you into a wild kiss, clutching at your waist, ass, thighs, any part of you that he could reach. His hands were shaking as he touched you, and you prayed that he wouldn’t notice how hard you were trembling. “Nobody’s going to hurt you again,” he whispered into your mouth. “Not as long as I have breath in my lungs and a gun in my hand.”

You broke out of his grip, and you staggered to sit down before your legs gave out entirely. Gun. He had said gun. “What did you do?” you asked weakly.

Helmut came to kneel in front of you, and he nudged your knees open to slot between your thighs. “I did it for you,” he told you. “All for you, mein Schatz, just for you. See if anybody ever fucking disrespects you again.”

You pushed him away, but that wild look in his brown eyes told you that not even being a few inches apart could help you. “Was it Emil?” you whispered, and Helmut smiled as he nodded.

“So smart,” he muttered, and pulled you close and landed a firm kiss to your head. “So fucking smart, mein Schatz. You’ll be a good baroness, I know it.”

“What did you do to him?” you asked. You had almost not understood what he had said, but you caught it. Baroness. If you married him, you too would be royalty. You were conflicted anyway; Helmut Zemo had hurt someone for you. Baron Helmut Zemo had attacked his own cousin for “disrespecting” you. You wanted to condemn his actions, to cry and yell at him and break up, but a small ball of anxiety sat deep in your stomach. He did for you. He loved you so much that he would hurt someone for you.

“S’what he fucking gets,” Helmut muttered to himself. “Saying that to you, how dare he--”

“Helmut,” you said quickly. “Did you… Did you kill him?”

You felt ill as your boyfriend nodded, and you drew your knees up to your chest. “Holy shit, Hel,” you whispered, and you shoved him away when he tried to embrace you. “No, no! Stay the fuck away from me! How could you do this?”

“I love you--”

“That’s not enough!” you exclaimed. “Helmut, you killed someone, all because he was mean to me. How in the fuck do you think that’s alright?”

“It’s the least I should have done to him,” Helmut said. “I should have done more. Death is too easy for him. He does not talk to you like that, nobody talks to you like that.”

Your instincts were screaming at you to push him away and to force him out of the apartment, but a larger part of you felt safe in his presence. Even if he was bloody and maniacal, he was your Hel. The thought that he would even do something as drastic as that for something as simple as what his cousin had done was flattering. He loved you. There was no doubt about it.

“I love you,” you whispered. “Thank you.”

Helmut looked at you, that crazed look still in his eyes. And, when he smiled, you saw blood in his mouth.

[weelittleweasley]

hopelessly devoted to you (f.w.)

prompt: rejection hurts. but what hurts even more is still being absolutely infatuated with the person who broke your heart. 

pairings: fred weasley x fem! gryffindor reader, george weasley x platonic reader

warnings: heartbreak, crying, language, underage drinking, very angsty, think early 2000s movie

word count: 8k

taglist: @rosaliepostsstuff​ @harrysweasleys​ @gcdric​ @lumos-barnes​ @whizboingies​ @lumosandnoxwriting​ @pxroxide-prinxcesss​ @c-t-h​ @lol-idk-oops​ @another-lonely-heart-blog​ @starlightweasley​ @parseltongueswriting​ @shilohpug​ @peachypotter​ @spacexcowgirl​ @paintballkid711​ @vogueweasley​ @rogueweasleys​​

It was like pouring salt into an open wound. You forced yourself to look at Fred, how happy he looked as he linked arms with Angelina in the hallway, smiling widely, whispering something into her that made her throw her head back with laughter. You tried to convince yourself that making yourself watch them showed him that you weren’t heartbroken or sad or sorry for yourself when in reality, you were trying to cover up the fact that you were miserable. The wallowing feeling of jealousy and sadness ate away at your stomach lining as you nibbled on your bottom lip, trying to remain composed as they passed you in the corridors.

After they were out of your sightline, you let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in as George places a hand on your shoulder. “You can’t keep beating yourself up about this, (Y/N),” he wraps his arm around your shoulder as you lean into him with a pained groan. “I know it’s been difficult for you, but it’s been two months. No need to dwell on someone like my brother. It’s not worth your precious time, darling,” he tells you as you walk down the halls of the castle, making your way to the Great Hall. 

With a huff, you look up at George who gives you a knowing look. He was right, but at the same time, there was no way he could understand the kind of pain it was to be so heartbroken, but still so head over heels for someone. “I can’t help it, George. It’s not something I can just get over. I didn’t just have a crush on Fred. He felt something too or else what happened that night wouldn’t have happened...” you trail off, the memory of that night playing in your head as you cringed to yourself.

Spirits were high as music blared in the common room. Laughter and celebration was in order. A great quidditch game was just won by the Gryffindor team against Slytherin and that meant a common room party unlike any other. Lee Jordan pushed the couch against the wall, clearing the space for a dance floor as Ron and Harry started pour up stiff cups of Fire Whiskey, Daisyroot Draught, and Gigglewater. 

“Georgie, put on something that people can actually dance to! Enough of the bloody Cotton-Eyed Joe!” Lee groans out as George bursts out into a fit of laughter, changing the song to something more universally enjoyable. “The Macarena is not acceptable either!”

Fred grabs a drink as people filed into the common room behind him, filling up the space quite quickly. Your heart flutters at the sight of Fred, but you bury your face in your cup as you take a swig of whatever liquor Ron had poured for you. “Oh come on, Jordan, the Macarena is a fan favorite!” Fred laughs as you shake your head, Fred dropping his left eye in a wink, making you gulp and avert your eyes as if it were wrong to look at the tall ginger.

Lee rolls his eyes and makes his way over to the boom box. “You both are dickheads, I’ll man the music,” Lee groans before switching the music to ABBA as people cheer out as the music fills the space. “See? People like ABBA. Not the fucking Macarena.”

Soon enough, everyone has a drink in their hand and is on the dance floor, screaming out the lyrics to Mamma Mia so loud that you could barely hear the original music that came from the boom box settled in the corner of the room. Instead of joining the masses on the dance floor, you kept to the side lines, sipping on your drink as you made conversation with Katie and Alicia, laughing at a joke Katie had just told. Every once in a while you would look at the dance floor, watching Fred as he jumped up and down, holding onto his brother and Lee, laughing as the liquid in their cups sloshed around. You smiled to yourself, seeing how happy they all were, especially Fred. The way his dimple-y grin caused a grin to appear on your face as you watched his every move. 

Fred was one of those crushes that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop liking him. You tried distancing yourself, but that only made the feelings grow stronger. And it didn’t help that you were close with his family. Whenever you were with George, Fred had managed to weasel his way into the conversation. If you were with Ron, Fred would always pull you away so you could hang out with “the more exciting Weasley.” No matter what you did, the crush to Fred Weasley stuck. 

You shake away your thoughts as you turned your attention back onto the conversation with Katie and Alicia. Looking down at your cup, you see how empty it was. “I’m gonna grab another drink, anyone want more?” you survey the girls as they shake their heads. You make your way to the drink table, passing the dance floor before reaching the punch bowl. But before you could pour yourself another drink, you feel a pair of hands grab your sides, squeezing them abruptly, making you squeal out. “Oh my days!” you grab your chest as you turn and see it was just Fred. “What the hell is wrong with you,” you slap his arm with a small smile on your lips. 

He laughs, “Why aren’t you on the dance floor? I know you can dance, (Y/N),” he teases you as you roll your eyes. Fred places your cup on the table and grabs your hands, trying to pull you to the dance floor.

“No, no, no,” you groan in protest, pulling away from him. “I’m not dancing, Weasley.”

Fred has a cheeky smile on his face as he gives you a look that screams, Oh come on. “You know you want to,” he sing songs. “Your favorite song is playing too!” he tells you.

Furrowing your brows, you speak, “No, it’s not.” He holds up a finger before the song switches abruptly to Dancing Queen as the crowd cheers out in excitement. You give him a look, knowing that Fred had planned this. “Oh, you cheeky bastard. You can’t play this song and expect me to stay still,” you laugh as Fred joins in, wrapping his arm around you, the two of you running to the dance floor.

The two of you start scream singing the lyrics to the ABBA classic, Fred twirling you on the dance floor into his chest as the two of you rock back and forth to the music. You can’t help but sport the goofiest smile. You couldn’t be happier in this moment. You were in your favorite place with your favorite song playing, dancing with your favorite boy. Fred brought you close to his body, hips moving against yours as your heart rate escalated, face flushed. You would blame it on the dancing even though it was definitely a consequence of your close bodies.

“I’ll give it to you, (Y/L/N),” Fred speaks close to your ear. “You are the dancing queen.”

With a giggle, you reply, “Don’t you forget it, Weasley.”

As the song fades away in the background, the two of you just look at each other, small smiles on both of your lips as you take the other in. Fred’s hair was messy from dancing, but it was still pushed back to show his handsome face and strong features. His lips were curved up in a smile as he looked into your eyes, his big brown eyes filled with tenderness. He looked so happy and a happy Fred was a beautiful one. 

You didn’t even know how long you two spent looking at each other, but it didn’t matter. In this moment, you were the only two people in the common room, the music still blaring as students didn’t stop dancing and singing and laughing. But it was all a blur in the background, Fred your only focus, and you were his. 

It wasn’t until his forehead was pressed against yours that you noticed he was leaning down, pulling your faces closer together. You inhaled sharply through your lips as he made contact with your forehead. “Is this o-”

“Yes,” you cut him off sharply before he waits no longer to press his lips to yours as you melt into Fred completely, pulling his body closer to yours as his hands grab either side of your face, cupping your cheeks. The kiss was everything you had imagined. His lips tasted of sweet cinnamon that warmed up your cheeks and sent tingles down from your head to your toes. Fred’s lips moved gently against yours, his tongue sliding past your parted lips as you started softly snogging on the dance floor. Neither of you cared who watched or didn’t watch, right now this was about the two of you. 

Fred gently pulled away, keeping his forehead pressed against yours, hands still cupping your cheeks as you smiled from ear to ear. He was silent for a moment. But then he didn’t say anything. He just pulled away, removing his hands from your face as you looked at him, a little puzzled. “Freddie?” you speak gently, reaching out for his hand.

But he didn’t let you touch him. He just spoke, “I need to take a step outside for a second.” 

Before you could protest, he dashed through the maze of people and pushed the door to the common room open, disappearing. What just happened? Panic dashes through your veins as you follow him out of the common room and to the stairs. “Fred!” you call out for him as he turns around to see you standing there confused as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

He chuckles, “What’s wrong? (Y/N), I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

Your heart sinks and your mouth falls agape for a moment before you manage to speak, “What?”

“I shouldn’t have kissed you and I’m sorry for putting you in that position. It was wrong of me. You’re my best mate and I just royally fucked things up for us, didn’t I? I don’t want this to change anything between us,” Fred walks towards you, searching your eyes for hope for your friendship.

You smile gently and grab his hands. “Fred,” you start, “It’s not your fault at all, stop apologizing.” He exhaled, relieved. “But...I, um, I want things to change between us,” you confess as Fred gives you a puzzled look. “Fred, I like you. I’ve liked you for so long and when you kissed me I was so thrilled that you felt something too. Even if it was for a second.”

Fred sigh and stutters for a moment, looking down at his feet. “Good Godric,” he speaks just above a whisper as you force him to meet your gaze as you look at him, hopeful that he will reciprocate those feelings. “(Y/N)...” he gives a breathless laugh as you bite your bottom lip in anticipation. This would be his confession. He felt the same too. He had to. Or else he couldn’t have kissed you. “You mean everything to me. You’ve been my closest friend here for so long. But I’m afraid that’s all I see you as. My friend...I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you felt that way about me. I wouldn’t have kissed you if I knew.”

Your heart sinks to your feet as you peel your hands away from him and look at him with complete and utter heartbreak slapped all over your face. Fred immediately feels guilty when he sees your eyes become glassy. He tries to speak for himself but you don’t let him. “I have to go,” you speak breathily before running back into the common room, The Winner Takes It All blaring through the speakers. How fitting.

You couldn’t let anyone see you like this, so you ran straight to the girl’s dormitories, trying to avoid sorry eyes and worried glances. The tears flow freely down your face as you scurry to the stairs, hearing your name being called out by an all too familiar voice. But you don’t let yourself stop. You run up the stairs, away from it all. Away from him.

The night haunted you like some sort of sick joke. George knew how much it bothered you, so he tried his best not to bring it up. But seeing you so upset over something as silly as a crush on Fred made him upset. “Something you surely know about Fred is that is a damned idiot. He does a lot of things he shouldn’t,” George tells you as you lightly laugh. “But you can’t let him get the best of you.” You knew he was right, but you couldn’t help but morn this crush you’ve nurtured for so long. 

And now Fred was able to move on like nothing happened between the two of you. You avoided talking directly to him, rather going through a sibling to talk to him indirectly or just ignoring him when you were in a group setting. But if he talked to you, you put on your brave face and flashed him a smile like nothing was wrong. This only encouraged Fred to move on as well and as a result, Fred was now taking Angelina Johnson to the Yule Ball. 

“I just can’t believe he could bounce back like that though,” you speak as you walk into the Great Hall for lunch. “I mean really? He’s taking Angelina to the Yule Ball, one of our mutual friends, and he expects me to be fine? I don’t know. It just doesn’t sit right with me, Georgie,” you confess as you plop down at the table, letting your head hang in your hands.

Katie gives you a confused look before looking at George. “Is this about-”

“Yes,” George cuts her off as Katie nods her head, sipping her pumpkin juice. “Listen, forget about them, alright? It’s done. It’s over. You’re going to go to the Yule Ball, you’re going to look fucking fantastic, and you’re going to dance your ass off and have the time of your life with your hot date,” George shrugs as if it were a matter of fact.

A short curt laugh escapes your mouth. “Sounds great, George. Only problem is that I don’t have a hot date,” you give him a glare.

He smiles. “Of course you do. It’s me, you git,” he nudges you. You burst out laughing as Katie joins you, the two of you clutching your sides in amusement. “Hey! I make a hot date!” George exclaims over the laughter. “Besides, we have a great time together. We’ll take nice pictures, I’ll dress up for you, I’ll treat you like a proper lady. It’ll be fun. But expect no kisses. None of that will be happening,” he tells you with a shiver as you smack his arm. “It’s nothing against you! You’re just like my sister.”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck off, will ya?” you speak with a small smile as George chuckles, giving you a nudge. “Fine. We’ll go together to the Yule Ball. My dress is winter white, if you care. And please, don’t bring me one of those ugly corsage things.”

George smiles, “Aye-aye captain.” You sigh and start picking at the food on your plate. “Now you’ve got everything you need for the perfect night out. Aren’t you glad you’re going to the ball with me?” he asks as you roll your eyes, mimicking him.

“Who would agree to go to the ball with you?” a voice asks with a sneer grin in their voice. 

Looking up stood Fred with Angelina by his side as they took their seats across the table. Your heart starts beating faster as you just look away and pick at the chips on your plate. George, reading your body language, speaks up for you. Thank Merlin you had a best mate who knew you so well. “(Y/N) is. We’re going as mates, of course, but figured we’d both have the best time that way,” George beams, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you give him a smile.

Fred laughs, “That’s one way of putting it. (Y/N), if you need help getting out of it, blink twice,” he teases you with a grin as you gulp.

“Actually I’m really excited to go with George,” you exhale. “Might as well go with someone who I really care for then go with a date that I need to impress and don’t know that well. I reckon we’ll have a ball,” you wink to George who rolls his eyes, laughing at your awful joke as you smile.

Fred just watches the two of you chuckle together as he slowly nods his head. Katie interjects and speaks, “Reckon you chose the cuter Weasley twin too, (Y/N).”

You look at Katie knowingly and join her laughter as Fred calls out in protest, “Oi! Bell, piss off!” Katie spits a raspberry at him before scooting closer to you as you lean into her side. At least you knew George and Katie would have your backs.

Angelina looks at Fred, linking her arm in his yet again, “I think you’re still cute, Fred.” Her words make your stomach curdle, but you don’t let the expression show on your face. Instead, you continue to eat your food and distract yourself with a conversation with George about what he’ll be wearing to the ball.

The entire time you distract yourself from Fred, you can feel him steal glances at you, monitoring how you spoke to George, throwing your head back as you laughed, grabbing onto his arm as he leaned into you. You and George were mates, nothing more nothing less, don’t get that wrong. But still something about the interaction made Fred jealous for whatever reason. Regardless of how Fred felt, you couldn’t let yourself care. Fred had moved on and it was time for you to move on as well and enjoy a dance with your best friend.

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“A few more pictures and then we can get going. Mum will have a cow if I don’t send her any,” George tells you as Katie groans as she plays photographer. “Oh, quit the bellyaching, Bell. Just two more.”

George stands behind you and places his hands on your hips as you place your hands over his, the two of you smiling as the camera flashes and snaps more pictures of the two of you. “My cheeks hurt, are we done?” you huff.

“Yeah, yeah,” George huffs. “Thanks, Bell,” he tells Katie as the group of you gets ready to leave the common room and head down with the masses to the Ball. 

You run your hands down the front of your dress. The winter white silk clung to every curve of your body, the deep v necklace showing off your smooth skin. It wasn’t everyday that you got this dressed up; you almost felt out of place as you ran your finger through your hair, toying with the style you chose. “I look fine, right?” you ask George as you two link arms, headed to the ball.

George scoffs, “Fine? Fine? You look bloody gorgeous.” You smile fondly at George leaning into his side. “I’ve got the most beautiful girl on my arm, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world,” he nudges your arm as you chuckle. “I’m serious, I’m glad that we can go to the ball together, (Y/N).”

Looking at George with kind eyes, you speak, “I am too, Georgie.” George presses a kiss to your temple as you walk down the stairs, arm in arm. “Ugh, why couldn’t I have a crush on you and not your bloody fucking twin,” you speak through gritted teeth as George laughs.

“Would that be any better?” he looks at you knowingly as you huff. “That’s what I thought. Come on, you, I wanna show you off to Lee,” he giggles excitedly as you roll your eyes.

As you make your descent down the stairs, you scan the room. Everyone was dressed sharply in suits and beautiful ball gowns. Everyone looked phenomenal. And that’s when you saw him.

Perfectly tailored black suit. New. His hair slicked back, his gloved hands running through his hair. His hand held Angelina’s, but his eyes were all on you. You suddenly felt very aware of yourself in the space, but you didn’t let that throw you off balance. Instead, you held your head higher and smiled around at the people by you. But his eyes didn’t move from you. It was like you had him in a trance. A trance he had no intention of breaking.

When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you were greeted by Lee. “Wow,” he speaks. “Absolutely brilliant. You look incredible,” Lee beams. “And you look alright, (Y/L/N),” he teases as you roll your eyes, making George laugh. “I’m joking, you look phenomenal. I don’t know how you managed to get her to agree to go with you.”

George shrugs, “I have a gift, Jordan.”

You give George a look, “A gift for what? Behaving like a moron? In that case, yes, you have a very special gift.”

Almost on cue, a voice speaks from behind you saying, “You look great,” making you turn your head. You meet Fred’s gaze and you give him a soft smile while gulping. There he stood in his suited glory, Angelina clinging onto his arm, looking absolutely breathtaking. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, they made a very attractive couple.

“Thank you. You as well,” you say politely even though he did look absolutely ravishing. “You look lovely, Angie. Your dress is stunning.”

Angelina smiles and thanks you as the four of you just awkwardly stand there in a lull of silence. You look over to George, hoping he would take the hint and diffuse the tension. George notices your panicked stare and clears his throat, “If you don’t mind us, (Y/N) are going to go tear up the dance floor now.” He pulls your hand away from Fred as your eyes linger on him for another moment longer. “That wasn’t awkward at all,” he whispers to you. “In fact, that went better than I thought it would go.”

You sigh, “Don’t remind me. Now enough about them. I don’t want to think about it. I want a glass of punch and I want to dance.”

George squeezes your hand with a giddy smile. “Atta girl. Come on then.”

The entire night, you spent it surrounded by George, Lee, Katie, and Alicia, jumping around to the live music, laughing and smiling. It was your mission to forget about Fred and who he was dancing with, instead paying attention to your friends and how much fun you were having. 

Katie grabbed your hands and pulled you into the lot of students on the dance floor as you twirled her around, making her giggle wildly. The two of you pressed against each other, dancing to the wailing live band as people sang screamed along to the music. You were having the time of your life and Fred became the last thing on your mind, too busy letting the music ripple through your body as you let your hips swing to the music. 

But then the music slows down and over the mic the lead singer says, “Alright everyone. It’s that time of the night to grab that special someone and take it nice and slow.” With that, the band starts playing a slow song and soon everyone is in pairs, smiling at their date with eyes of adoration.

Katie huffs, “Well, that’s no fun, is it?” You laugh and push her arm, teasingly. 

You feel a tap on your shoulder and see a bent at the waist George, offering you his hand. “M’lady,” he teases as you roll your eyes, accepting the extended hand with a smile. “I’ll try my best not to step on your feet.”

“Oof, that will be hard considering you have fat feet,” you tease him as he chuckles. One of George’s hands rests on your lower back as the other holds you hand delicately in his, you resting a hand on his shoulder.

The two of you begin to sway back and forth to the music as you sigh, scanning the ballroom, trying to inconspicuously look for that couple. “Don’t look for them, (Y/N). You know it’ll just make you upset,” George tells you.

But as the words leave his lips, your eyes land on them and your heart sinks into the floor beneath your feet. Angelina is giggling as Fred spins her around and pulls her back into his chest. Fred is chuckling as he holds her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. They looked so happy together and that’s what made you feel so upset. “Too late,” you huff as you watch Fred duck his head down, placing a kiss onto Angelina’s lips as you suck in a breath sharply. He kissed her just as he kissed you that night in the common room.

You turn away from the sight and look directly ahead of you, pretending you saw nothing with a shake of your head, but your eyes were fogging up with tears. “Don’t cry over him,” George squeezes the hand that rests in his. “We didn’t come here for you to cry over a boy. We came here to have fun. Crying isn’t any fun, is it?” he tries to catch your gaze as you give him a sad smile. “I don’t like seeing my best mate upset. Yeah, that’s right. My best mate.”

With a soft laugh, you take a deep breath in and calm yourself down. “You’re right. You’re right. We came here to have fun. I’m perfectly fine. I’m perfectly happy,” you tell George who gives you a reassuring wink as the two of you continue to sway. But with every passing moment, you keep wanting to look at them. What were they doing? Were they still dancing? Were they laughing? Were they kissing? What did Fred do? 

Inevitably giving in, you turn and look at them again and see Angelina resting her head against Fred’s chest as they sway. Her eyes are closed peacefully as she listens the sound of Fred’s heartbeat mixing with the serene music that plays. But Fred on the other hand is looking right back at you. His eyes are fixated on the way his twin brother holds you in his arms, his jaw lightly clenched as you look directly back at him. Your eyes are full of pain that you try to blink away, but Fred knows how you are feeling. There was no place to hide. Fred Weasley knew you too well. “Look away,” George tells you as he follows your line of sight. 

“I can’t,” you manage to sigh out. “He gets the very best of me.” You look at Fred’s eyes and how they stare deep into you. He knew that you wished it was you resting on his chest, and somewhere deep inside he wished the same. You avert your eyes from the boy and turn to George and speak, “Could we go outside? Get some fresh air?”

George nods, “Absolutely. Come on then.” You link your arm with George and start making your way out of the ballroom and away from the happy couples. Away from Fred. 

The two of you make it out to the courtyard that was beautifully decorated with roses and mixed winter flowers as you suck in the cold, crisp air, refreshing your lungs and hot face. The breeze makes your dress bellow in the wind as George leans against the wall as you take a few deep breaths. “Take the time you need,” he tells you.

You turn to George with a kind smile. “I’m sorry I’m pulling you away from the ball. You should be having fun and not worrying about me. Quite the date I am,” you sarcastically laugh as George shakes his head.

“Don’t apologize. You’re not just my date, you’re my friend. I want to make sure that you’re doing okay. That’s my priority. Take the time you need and when you’re ready, we’ll go back in and spike the punch,” he jokes making you laugh. “Eh, why wait,” he shrugs before pulling out a small flask from his jacket pocket.

You laugh, “Of course you brought it with you. Godric, I love that we’re best friends.” George hands you the flask as you take a long drag from it, the warm whiskey trailing down your throat and warming up your chest and stomach. You hand him back the flask with a small grimace, making George chuckle before sipping from it as well. “I fucking hate balls.”

George shakes his head, “Yeah. I’m not too fond of them either. To be quite honest with you, I’d rather go back to the common room and fuck around.”

Your eyes light up. “Can we do that?” George furrows his brows in confusion. “What’s left to do at the ball? Pretend like we’re enjoying ourselves?” you ask. “I know the both of us are just going to drink more and pretend to like the music, so why not just go into the common room and drink more and listen to music we actually like?”

He smiles and shakes his head, “You sure?” You nod your head. “Alright. I’ll go tell Lee and Katie where we’re headed and then we get get out of here.” You smile and George starts walking back inside. “I’ll be back in a flash.”

As George disappears back into the castle, you sigh and look out at the courtyard. It was such a shame. A beautiful night to have a ball, spending a romantic night with someone. It wasn’t that you weren’t having fun with George, because George was always fun to be around, it was just not how you pictured the night going in your head. You pictured yourself to go with someone you fancied, ideally that person was Fred. You imagined that he would have asked you to the ball and you would have danced the night away, ending the night with him asking you to be his. It was a silly daydream though. But still a dream you hoped for none the less.

However, the memory of that night in the common room sat in your stomach like a rock. The feeling of being told that you weren’t what he wanted made you feel ill. You never wanted to feel like a second choice. You wanted someone who wanted you just as badly as you did. But apparently that wasn’t Fred.

“What are you doing out here alone?” 

Without turning around you knew who it was and you wouldn’t dare look at him. Not right now. You had already seen enough of him. “Shouldn’t you be with Angelina?” you snap back, not intending to sound harsh, but the words came out that way regardless of intention.

You start to walk into the courtyard, allowing yourself to become distracting with the beautifully bloomed bouquets of flowers. The sound of Fred’s footsteps follow you into the courtyard as you gulp. “I saw you leave and I wanted to make sure that you were alright,” Fred tells you as you roll your eyes. “You’re still my friend, (Y/N). I care about you.”

With a small sarcastic chuckle, you reply, “Right. Good to know you care about me.”

In the distance, the roll of thunder sounds as you look up at the sky. What was once a clear night sky now becomes cloudy. But instead of retreating to the castle, you walk further into the gardens. Fred allowing himself to do the same. “I know that things have been complicated between us, (Y/N), but that doesn’t mean we can’t work this out. We can still be around each other without feeling awkward,” he tries to reason with you, but you simply keep walking away from him. You hear him groan before running ahead of you so he can look at your face. You abruptly stop when he appears in front of you. “Please, (Y/N). I can’t have you walk out of my life. You mean so much to me.”

You look at Fred’s apologetic face, but you don’t buy an ounce of it. No matter how much you wanted to take his hands in yours and tell him that you forgive him because you love him, you fight agains the urge and speak with a scowl, “You should have thought about that before you went along and kissed me.” Fred sighs and scoffs. “You know how I feel about you, Fred. And you’re choosing to pretend like I didn’t tell you. Do you know how uncomfortable that is?” you ask him genuinely.

Another rumble of thunder sounds as you look up at the sky with a groan, walking away from Fred again and deeper into the garden. But rather than Fred giving up, he follows you, chasing you through the maze of flowers. “How do you think I feel seeing you come here with my twin brother? Laughing and dancing and being around him constantly? You think it doesn’t make me uncomfortable?” he asks.

This makes you stop dead in your tracks and spin around to look at him. “You’re joking, right?” you scoff as Fred just looks at you. You huff out a laugh, bewildered that Fred would go so far to suggest that you had a thing for George. As you rub your hands over your face, you feel a drop from the sky hit your skin. Great. “George and I are friends!” you emphasize as Fred rolls his eyes. “You think I’m so calculating and manipulative that I would go after your twin? After you rejected me?” you spit at him.

“I don’t know what you think, (Y/N)! All I know is that when I see you with my brother it...does something to me. And I don’t know what it is, but I don’t like it,” Fred pulls at the roots of his hair as you frustratedly groan out. It was if the universe was feeling the same way; another rumble of thunder sounds as more droplets start falling from the dark sky.

You take a daring step towards Fred and say, “Well, I can’t help that your ego is so fragile that you get jealous that I’m having a good time with someone who isn’t you.” Fred rolls his eyes and runs hand over his mouth, shaking his head. You couldn’t believe that the two of you were having this conversation. With a burst of confidence, you yell, “Because you know what, Fred! I can’t keep pining over you! It makes me miserable! I’ve been doing it for so long and it’s exhausting. I can’t keep living like this, it makes me infuriated with myself. And now that I know that I have no chance with you, it’s pointless!” Fred runs his fingers through his hair and opens up his mouth to say something, but you cut him off, “But that night you kissed me...you made me think that we had a chance. A real chance. But it was all a lie, huh, Fred? You just wanted to take me out on a test drive before you committed to me.”

Your words make Fred’s heart sting and it’s evident by the look on his face. Your words were harsh, but it’s what Fred needed to hear. He was trying to string you along still when you didn’t want to be. And that’s when he explodes, throwing his hands in the air, surrendering, “I didn’t mean to kiss you that night in the common room! It was an honest mistake, heat of the moment! You weren’t a test drive, (Y/N)! Who do you think I am?!” he exclaims as you just shake your head. “I didn’t know you liked me! If I had known-”

“If you had known, you what? You would have found out eventually. And what were you going to do? String me along like some lovesick puppy?!” you exclaim, the lump in your throat rising as the rain starts to fall faster. The rain dampens your hair and the silk of your dress starts to absorb it. “Regardless if you knew I liked you or not, you still kissed me, Fred, and you can’t take that back! You kissed me! But instead of facing the problem as what it is, you’ve distracted yourself with someone new,” you protest as you allow the lump in your throat to burst as tears start to fall down your face, mixing with the fresh rain.

“That’s not fair to say,” Fred shakes his head, taking a step closer to you.

“No, what’s not fair is you being mad that I’m trying to move on!” you exclaim now, speaking through your tears, pushing Fred’s damp chest. He stumbles back at you continue, “What’s not fair is you telling me I can’t do what is best for me! What’s not fair is that no matter how much you hurt me or reject me or surround yourself with other women, I’ll still be head over heels for you, Fred Weasley! I’ll still want you even though you don’t want me! I’ll still be hopelessly devoted to you!” you confess with a sob, turning away from him, covering your face with your arms as you inhale shakily.

Fred doesn’t dare move a step closer to you. Instead, he stands there, listening to the rain pour down, hitting the tender Earth, the wetness absorbing into his fresh pressed suit. “What...do you mean?” he asks, genuinely confused.

With an exasperated laugh, you yell out, “I’m a fool! I’m a fool whose willing to sit around and wait for you!” pulling on the roots of your hair, you vomit everything you’ve been holding in. “I’m out of my fucking head, Fred! My mind is screaming to forget about you and move on, but my heart is telling me to not let go of you! You’ve pushed me aside! Completely! And I don’t know what to do! There’s nothing left for me to do!” you scream out in the pouring rain, the two of you completely soaked standing in the garden. Your chest is heaving in the rain as you just stare at Fred who looks at you, so sad and so torn up. But he is silent. For the first time in a long time, Fred Weasley is speechless.

In a more calm voice, you speak out in the garden over the rain, “I will always be foolishly and hopelessly devoted to you. And I’m sorry. So if I can’t let you go, you’ll have to be the one to do it.” Fred is still silent as you scoff, knowing that he can’t find the words he wants to say. He just stands there in the rain, hands in his pockets as you shake your head, pushing past him, through the garden to get back to the castle. 

“(Y/N)!” he calls out as you ignore him, only picking up your pace as you run out of the courtyard and back into the castle. “(Y/N)!”

As you enter the castle, you see George who looks at you confused as to why you were suddenly drenched, but the rumble of thunder behind you answers his question. But that didn’t answer why you were crying. And then Fred runs into the castle, also completely drenched, and George puts together the puzzle pieces. Katie, who stands next to George, gives you a sad look before speaking, “Let’s get you dry.” You run into Katie’s arm, crying as she rubs your back and guides you up the stairs to get back to the common room.

George just stands there, looking at his twin, shaking his head. Fred looks at his twin, not knowing what to do now. Does he chase after you? Does he take care of you? But next to George stands Angelina who looks at him completely confused. Fred sighs, knowing that he’s really gotten himself into trouble. And there was no easy escape out of it. 

Back in the common room, you have changed into cozy pajamas and are adorned with a fuzzy blanket as the fire roars, warming you up from the freezing rain. Katie sits next to you, rubbing your back as you rested your head on her shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. We can just sit here, have a drink, and listen to all the music you want,” she speaks as you nod against her shoulder. Lee hands Katie a cup to which she hands to you as you take a small sip of. 

Lee turns on the boom box in the corner, gently switching through songs before the intro to Dancing Queen starts playing. The sound makes you sit up straight, reminding you of that same damned night as you speak up, “Change the song.” Lee gives you a confused look before switching the song to something different.

Katie gives you a puzzled look as you pull the blanket around you tighter. “I thought you loved that song.”

“Not anymore,” you sigh. “He ruined that too.”

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The days had gone by slowly but surely. Each day you separated yourself more and more from Fred and tried to keep interactions limited. But it was all difficult since seeing George meant seeing Fred. No matter what though, you knew that Katie and Alicia had your back, giving your hand a squeeze under the table at the Great Hall as he walked in with George. 

Even though you knew the chances of you and Fred ever happening were down the toilet, you couldn’t help the fact that your heart still fluttered at the sight of him. Your stomach still did somersaults at the mention of his name. When you saw his silhouette in the hall, your heart raced with excitement and anticipation. But you couldn’t let yourself give into him. 

You sat in your room one night, writing in your journal, keeping yourself busy as Alicia rose from her bed and put on her shoes. “I’m going to head down to the common room to meet up with Katie. We’re gonna study in the library. You wanna come?” she asks with a smile. 

“I think I’m going to stay in. Thanks though,” you tell her before she slips out of the room. The door closes behind her as you shut your journal and huff, resting your arms on your shoulders. 

Rising from the bed, you look out of your window and look at the beautiful Scottish scenery that was slowly being covered in snow. It was gorgeous, the green grass being covered in powdery white snow that shimmered in the late afternoon sun as it set in the horizon. You smiled to yourself softly as you watched the snow fall from the sky. 

It brought you back one of the days it snowed three years ago. George had pounded on your door to put on snow shoes and your jacket. He insisted it was packing snow, perfect snow for a snowball fight. Of course, you had gotten ready in a flash, you, the twins, Katie, and Alicia all running outside of the castle to hurl snowballs at each other, laughing and squealing as the cold snow hit your skin. You remember Fred sneaking up behind you and dumping a chunk of snow down your shirt as you yelped out before smacking him with a snowball as he cackled. With a sneaky smile, you jumped on his back and did the same, shoving a snowball down his shirt as he yelled out, the cold snow melting against his warm skin. “Oh, you’ll pay for this one, (Y/L/N),” he called as you ran away from him with a giggle.

The memory made you smile, but was soon interrupted by the sound of pulsating music coming from what sounded like the common room. “What the hell?” you whisper to yourself as you slowly start to register the music as ABBA. “Good Godric,” you huff as you realize that Dancing Queen is the song being blared from the common room. You angrily slip on a pair of trainers before opening the door and making your way down the stairs. “Ever hear of the silencing spell?” you grumble.

As you descend the stairs, you start to call out, “Oi! Some people are trying to study! Would you knock it off?” 

But as you reach the bottom of the stairs, you stop in your tracks as Fred stands in the middle of the common room, the boom box blaring ABBA, in his hands, a hand picked bouquet of the flowers from the courtyard. The same ones from the Yule Ball. Your eyes meet Fred’s as he turns off the boom box. “Fred,” you speak quietly.

“Hey,” he smiles at you. “I, um, I want to make a grand romantic gesture like they do in those muggle movies. I don’t know how successful the execution was. But it’s the thought that counts, right?” he gives a shaky laugh as you gulp, looking at him puzzled as to what this all was. Fred inhales shakily before speaking, “Angelina and I are over.” Your eyes widen and your heart stops. “Look, (Y/N). I haven’t been able to sleep since the Yule Ball. And I know that what I said to you that night was so uncalled for and so childish and stupid of me and I will forever be sorry for it. But what you said. About being hopelessly devoted to me. That keeps playing in my head on repeat.” You fold your arms across your chest and awkwardly shift your balance, trying to stay calm at his words. “And you said, since you can’t get over me, that I’ll have to do it. But truth is, (Y/N), there is no getting over you,” he sighs with a hopeful smile as you look up at him, heart beating against your rib cage. “I’m not letting go of you. I’m holding onto the very end of it all because you’re the one that I want. I want you and you only. And it took almost losing you to realize that. And I’m a dickhead for not realizing it earlier, but I’m just hoping that there is a part of you that still wants me,” he tells you as you look at his trembling hands, a small smile forming on your face. 

You walk towards him slowly until you are face to face with Fred, looking into his worried, but hopeful eyes. You smile and pluck the bouquet from his hands as he lets out a breathy chuckle. “Nice flowers, Weasley,” you tease him as he smiles. 

Fred puts one hand on your hip, pulling you close to him as he cups your cheek with the other hand. “I’m not saying we need to dive into things right now, if you want to take things slowly, then I’m more than happy to do that,” he tells you as you sigh. “I want to prove to you that I will be completely devoted to you, angel. I want to prove that I’m not going anywhere. I can’t hide it anymore. I am devoted to you.”

A goofy grin appears on your face as you give into Fred’s touch with a sigh. “Freddie, I do want to take things one day at a time,” you tell him as he shakes his head, still overjoyed at the thought that you would still have him. A small giggle escapes your lips. “You are quite adorable when you’re excited,” you tell him as he rolls his eyes. “I’m out of my head for you, Weasley.”

Fred pulls you impossibly closer to him as he sighs, “I’m head over heels for you, my darling.” And slowly, Fred presses his lips against yours as you melt into his touch. For once, things felt right.

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duskshrouded​:

   It wasn’t lost on Ren how the other was feeling… He could sense it, heavily. Aichi had never been one to take mistakes that he made well. Would always beat himself up over it, especially if the mistake had involved people in some shape or form getting hurt.

      The Royal Paladin user then starts to speak and his tone betrays everything that Ren had been suspecting he felt.

            "It’s quite simple really, Aichi-kun. I care about you. Love you. You are dear to me. I understand what you’re feeling, but quite honestly, you’re beating yourself up more than you need to. I can assure you that everyone else who loves and cares about you feels the same way. Are we a bit angry you went and did what you did? YES. Are we sad that you did it? ALSO a yes. But at the end of the day, we find ourselves counting our blessings because you returned to us. Whole. Yourself.“

   Ren squeezes him tightly, before pulling back enough to cup the bluenette’s face with both of his hands.

            "The best outcome has come to pass: You are still here. You are still with us. We still get to enjoy having you in our lives. You still care about us, you’re still YOU, Aichi-kun. So please… For Kai-nii’s sake… For my sake… For EVERYONE’S sake that you love and hold dear… Instead of begging for my forgiveness… Forgive yourself. Please.”

   The ginger’s expression is soft, gentle. For as serious as Ren was in this moment, he was as gentle as he could be.

“Ren, I...” Ren’s words, once laced with kindness and care, are not lost on him. Aichi can tell he was being genuine in his feelings here. It does bring him relief to know he doesn’t hate him, even if he was and is still is prepared for anyone to want nothing to do with him anymore after all of this. Though, that relief is only a small emotion that can’t eclipse the others that had been clouding his mind, ones that had been put on display for the Shadow Paladin user to see and hear. 

His eyes shut as the other cups his face, still listening to him intently despite the red-haired teen no longer being in view. He just...He just couldn’t look at him right now. He didn’t deserved to be looked at with such understanding and soft eyes, by him or anyone else for that matter. Darkness, the one he sees behind his eyes, is all he thinks he deserves to be faced back with right now. 

“You, Kai, the Quatre Knights, everyone at Card Capital...You all...You all put so much faith in a guy like me, like I’m this...beacon of light that can always save the day. This...unbreakable sword that always can protect Earth and Cray. Even though...Even though...” He can feel himself fighting back tears, Aichi willing his eyes to shut even harder to keep them at bay. 

He couldn’t...He couldn’t let Ren or anyone see him like this; to see what he feels on the inside that he does all he can to hold in. That’s why he suddenly jerks back out of Ren’s hold, eventually falling to his knees and hugging himself.

“I’m not those things! I’m nothing special! If I was, then maybe I could have actually made things better instead of making them worse! I let Psyqualia consume me, becoming a jerk to all my friends in the process! I wasn’t able to save Blaster Blade and the others fast enough, letting the Void almost consume everything! I was completely ignorant to Kai’s feelings, leading him to becoming reversed and almost leading to the whole world getting destroyed!”

He then faults, breaking himself out of his own hold to instead have his hands lay on the ground. His heart was bleeding, his mind was a mess, and his eyes were crying tears he had been holding in for so long now. 

“And then...And then I did this...I hurt everyone I ever knew and ever loved just because I was too stubborn to see another way, to make a choice for everyone without their consent! To get others involved who I knew would do all they could to keep me away from my loved ones-”

“How...How can anyone still think I’m so great after all of that!? Still care about me?! Still love me?! I don’t understand!!!”

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