#the other two unfortunately have to deal with a little less climbing utensils for now

[angryducktimemachine]

The old man's been doing really well the past weeks.

[onewithnomightypowers]

Old Habits

pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader

summary: Old habits come back when you meet an ex lover after a long time. Conversations feel like you never stopped talking to them. Sometimes you have to see them one last time to say goodbye like you mean it but most of the time it doesn’t go as planned.

warning: drinking

words: 2.1k

a/n: could be read as part 2 of last kiss but is a stand alone. got a bit poetic at the end. hope you guys like it. and as always, love reading your opinions/reactions. also asks are open. (gif not mine)

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'@tomholland2013 posted a story'

'@tomholland2013 posted a story'

 She picked up her phone to open Instagram. Yes, Y/N still had notifications on for his account even after they were broken up for months. Classic Tom. 

 He posted two of the same picture on his story. No one understood how that would happen almost every time, not even the people working at Instagram to whom they contacted about the glitch.

 Tom had his hair slicked back, standing in a white t-shirt next to Harry, his brother, giving a million-dollar smile. They were holding a clapperboard together. There was text on the picture too, 'day 1 let's go!!' She smiled to herself. Just because they weren't together doesn't mean that she wasn't allowed to feel happy for his achievements. Even though she wishes to know all these big things from Tom himself she is, unfortunately, left here, watching a small part of his life flash in front of her for less than thirty seconds.

 "Are you listening?" Hope, Y/N's date said.

 "Yeah, I'm sorry. You were saying?" Y/N placed the phone back where it was resting, next to the cold wine bottle.

 "You seem distant," they said.

 When she 'met' Hope (she only really met them 30 minutes ago), Y/N wasn't looking for love, just sex, and that is what online dating specializes in. She hoped Hope knew what they were signing up for, sexual intimacy and nothing else.

 "It doesn't matter does, does it? We both know what we are here for. Why not just cut the chase," Y/N replied.

--

It was early in the morning, the sun had yet to shine in its full glory. Y/N could only think of the first time she stayed over at Tom's old apartment but then she turned her head only to find Hope's naked body next to her. Her heartbeat accelerated with the realization that he was not hers anymore. Being in a foreign environment didn't help her growing anxiety, twisting and turning her intestines.

 It's been four months, her feelings for Tom refuse to quit on her because she knows she could never quit on them, on him, even if he has. He probably has already found someone else in Canada, she thought. She didn't want him anymore but she still needed him, one last time just to teach her stupid heart how to say goodbye.

 Y/N wore her clothes and picked up her shoes, going on a trail to find Hope's door to get out before they wake up. Climbing down the stairs, she took out her phone from the back pocket of her jeans.

 '5 new messages from Sam' 7 hours ago

Sam: hey

Sam: ik it's late

Sam: I am going for a run tmr morning @6

Sam: do you wanna come?

Sam: will go to the new coffee house near my house after that

 Y/N texted him back

Y/N: I'll meet you at the coffee place

Sam: come fast. already here

--

Sam and Y/N were standing in the queue to place their orders. “You look especially shitty today,” Sam said, running his right hand through his sweaty hair.

“I haven’t been home yet,” Y/N reasoned her appearance.

 His mouth formed an ‘o’ shape. The person in front of them left the queue, they moved towards the counter. “One hazelnut latte, double shot with skimmed milk,” Y/N gave her order.

 “And you?” the cashier’s question directed to Sam.

 “I’ll have a matcha latte with oat milk”

 Sam turned to Y/N, “Harrison got me on matcha, and now I can’t go back to coffee”

 They paid their dues and moved over to the barista counter to collect their order.

 “So, what were you doing last night?” Sam inquired.

 “I was on a date, it isn't a big deal though. Just had some needs to take care of”

 “Oh, was it any good?”

 “It was fine. I was distracted the whole time. Saw Tom’s story about halfway into the bottle of merlot. Couldn’t stop thinking about him”

 “Seems…sad. But you know Tom is coming back for the Christmas weekend, I think. He might attend Harrison’s Christmas eve party”

 “One hazelnut latte and one matcha latte,” someone behind the counter screamed.

 “That’s us,” Sam raised his voice.

--

Harrison had a bucket inside his house, under a sign that said 'drop your tracking devices here' with an arrow pointing to the bucket. Y/N dropped her phone on a pile of roughly fourteen others. Debating whether to see Tom's face was something she wanted or not made her late and not very fashionably.

 The house was decorated with empty liquor bottles along with red and green streamers from one wall to another. Everyone was drunk in their best dress. There were no signs of Tom yet. Y/N took a deep breath, walking towards the kitchen to get herself some liquid courage to help her socialize.

 The kitchen was rather scarcely populated. Empty glasses were lined up next to the sink. Are they clean or used? Bending down, Y/N opened the refrigerator to see if Harrison had any chilled wine. No luck. "Hey," a familiar voice was heard.

 She looked up at the familiar stranger.

 "Hey Tom," she smiled. The refrigerator light falling on Y/N made her blush visible.

She grabbed a half-cut lemon placed in the egg tray.

 “How have you been?" Tom asked leaning back on the kitchen counter, observing her movements.

 Y/N walked towards the sink to grab herself a crystal glass hoping for it to be clean. "Just busy with work these days"

 "I heard you got a job at Condé Nast, is that true?" he took a sip from his beer.

 "Well, you heard right. You are looking at their new senior brand manager for digital", she said proudly.

 Tom hugged her from the side she was holding a knife to cut the lemon for her gin and tonic. "That's great darling! You always wanted to work there"

 Darling. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering like the first time she met Tom.

 "I saw your story the other day. You started filming your script, right?" she dropped the lemon in the glass.  

 "Yup, it was a long time coming," he grabbed the knife she was using and washed it without even knowing. He was so used to Y/N never washing utensils after using them and, he would always have to clean up after her.

 "Congrats on that babe!" The word 'babe' just slipped out of practice.

 Y/N grabbed a Bombay Sapphire standing still on the marble slab. The blue of the bottle shinning even in the dim-lit room.

 "I missed you," Y/N made eye contact, screwing the cap back on. A long, silent pause.

 I miss you too, so very much

 She cleared her throat, "so, how long are you staying?"

 "Going back Monday morning"

 She opened a can of tonic water.

 "Are you seeing someone?" Tom asked.

 "Wouldn't you wanna know" a smirk on her face grew. "I've been out on few dates, nothing serious. What about you?"

 "Met this girl online, dated for a bit but, she wanted something I couldn't give to her"

 Y/N scoffed, "did she have a foot fetish or something?"

 "No, Y/N. She wanted love, not my feet" they both laughed.

 "On that topic..." Tom calmed himself, "...I was listening to this song a few weeks ago and, there was this line, 'the smell of your hair reminds me of her feet' and it made me think of you"

 "I reckon," she took a sip of her gin and tonic.

 "No, seriously, I really related to that line. No matter how many people I hook up with, it will be hard to find the type of intimacy I shared with you. I still relate to it"

 "I hate going on walks alone and having faceless dreams," Y/N blurted, lacking a proper reaction.

 "You're still the face of all my fantasies," Tom confessed.

 None of them knew what to say next. Anything they thought of saying now included walking over the blurry line of exes to lovers.

 "You look pretty"

 "Classic me, had a glow up after getting my heartbroken"

 "You always looked this pretty. You are beautiful," Tom assured her. The 'heartbroken part did not sit well with him. He already felt guilty for taking a job across the pond which was a great opportunity for him to grow but was only possible by severing his ties with Y/N.  

 --

It had just started snowing on Boxing Day. Tom was alone in his cold home, boiling a pot of ramen noodles. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of the burning stove with the pot on top.

Tom: *attached photo*

Tom: I come back after months and my family leaves me alone with no food

Y/N: you should add a poached egg

Tom: Thanks. I shall.

Tom: I think I made too much ramen for me

Tom: do you wanna come over and share?

 Her indecision was visible by the coming and going of the gray dots. Then finally, Tom could tame his anxiety by her simple reply.

 Y/N: sure.

--

There was a loud knock on the door. Tom put two bowls of hot ramen on the dining table and went to open the door. Behind the door, Y/N was standing with her hands inside her brown checker coat. There was dust of snow sitting on her shoulders. Her braided hair was made by the most anxious hands in town.

 The door opened and, Tom’s hands flew to take Y/N in his arms. They hugged like little kids hug their parents after being away from each other, for them, an eternity. It did feel like an eternity to them too but, they hadn’t forgotten each other’s touch.

 “I parked my car at the church, couldn’t find any spot here ‘cause of the snow," she pulled out.

 “The snow seems to be gaining momentum.”

 Y/N hummed in agreement. She took off her coat and hung it in the Holland’s coat closet.

 “Come on, the ramen is getting cold,” she followed tom into the kitchen.

 They sat adjacent on the wooden table in comfortable silence. Tom used chopsticks and, Y/N used a fork. Only the occasional noodles falling in the broth were heard, along with the gushing of wind.

 “It’s really spicy for me,” Tom said.

 “Yeah, I can see your ears turning red.”

She still remembers 

 Y/N raised her hand to cover her mouth while yawning.

 “Since you made the food, I’ll do the dishes,” she got up, grabbed their bowls, and walked over to the sink.

 Wearing the gloves, she turned to Tom, “it was quite tasty”.

 Tom gave her a smile.

 She spread the soap on the dishes and turned the tap on. Tom pushed his chair back to get up.

 “Have you made any friends at your new job,” he jumped and sat on the counter next to Y/N.

 “Yeah, sort of. Kyara works there too so, I have just made her friends my friends,” she washed his chopsticks.

 “That’s good. Have you talked to Emily after the wedding? She told me they are planning on adopting.”

 “They invited me over for dinner when they got the approval from the agency. Kyara made this amazing Hyderabadi biryani, it was her mum’s recipe so, it was obviously better than the restaurant”

 “God! You and your love for Indian food”

 Y/N removed her gloves, “I should go. Thanks for the ramen, by the way”

 “Are you sure you can go out in this weather?”

 “Yeah I think," she started walking out of the kitchen.

 Tom grabbed her hand. “Stay”, his voice was like cotton.

 Y/N turned and made contact with his pleading eyes. She moved closer to him. “Please”, he said. They both were inching in to lock their desperate lips.

--

Y/N did not notice when she had fallen asleep talking to Tom. Their naked bodies were covered by the white comforter. Her eyes slowly opened to a boy with brown eyes and messy hair looking at her.

 “I like it when you sleep. I love watching you sleep”

 She chuckled. “That’s a bit creepy, don’t you think?” She had a sleepy voice.

 “You look so serene, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I could stare at you for eons”

 “But love, I'm only here till the snow settles,” she caressed his cheeks.

“Then the cold shall frost our limbs," he leaned in to kiss her.

tags: @elios-timotea​

[lupinsx]

All That Matters

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Pairing: Harry Potter x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Harry and Y/N have been secretly dating for the past year. Unfortunately, the reveal doesn't exactly go as planned.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Some uses of profanity/language, mild kissing.

a/n — Hello! I'm going to be starting a tag list, so if you'd like to be notified whenever I publish new works, dm me. On that note, I hope you enjoy the story!

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Everything felt muted.

The conversations lingering in the air filling the Great Hall, the sound of utensils hitting against plates and bowls in a rushed manner, and the excited squeals of the newly sorted first years. The area was filled with various noises, but you didn't hear one bit of it. You didn't choose to hear one bit of it. Instead, your brain was preoccupied with something of much greater importance to you.

Your gaze was kept on a certain shaggy-haired Gryffindor, sitting too far away for your liking. Your eyes followed the small movements he made to put emphasis on his words, the way his cheeks puffed like a chipmunk as he ate, and how his eyes would light up in fascination whenever a topic of interest was brought up.

Until you could be by his side, observing him left you contented enough. As long as Harry Potter's beaming smile was insight, you were okay.

"Hello? Earth to Y/N?"

A hand waving in front of your face took you out of your trance. Snapping your neck to the side, you were met with a displeased look from Draco Malfoy. You gave him a weak grin and took a bite of your steak.

"You weren't even listening to me. I was talking about my trip to Italy," he pouted, flicking your forehead with a slight scoff. You scowled at his behaviour and nudged his shoulder, playfully bumping him into the person next to him.

"I was listening," you responded, fighting the urge to look back to the Gryffindor table. You didn't want him to notice where your gaze was previously set. The chaos that would ensure was far too deadly for you to even consider letting him know.

With a suspicious glance, he dropped the accusation. "Fine. I believe you. Now, where was I?"

Draco went on about his vacation for a couple of minutes. You kept your attention on him, hesitant about looking away once more. However, the feeling of eyes boring into your head made you quickly divert your gaze.

There, sitting in the Gryffindor table, was Harry, very clearly ignoring the conversation around him. Once you finally looked back at him, he gave you a small smile and an accompanying wink before turning back to his friends. He then stood up from his spot, exiting the Great Hall with an air of nonchalance.

The cue was understood loud and clear.

"Hey Draco, I'm gonna head to the bathroom. I'll see you at the common room, yeah?"

As quickly as you spoke, you rose to your feet and got up from the bench. Before he could even respond, you were out of the hall, heading rapidly down the corridor and up the long flight of stairs.

A wink was the signal you two established near the beginning of your relationship. Whenever one would wink at the other, they'd find a way to leave and meet on the sixth-floor corridor. If they couldn't exit their situation, they would go into a fit of coughs to notify the other. It seemed like a foolproof system for you two. It was conspicuous enough to be noticeable by the other but subtle as to not gain further attention.

By the time you reached the designated meeting spot, you were lightly panting, tired by your efforts from sprinting up the staircase. However, once an amused chuckle was heard from behind you, all exhaustion was forgotten as you turned on your heel with a gleeful expression.

"Harry!" you exclaimed, running into his arms. He caught you effortlessly, arms holding your lower back protectively as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Hey Y/N," Harry mumbled, face buried in the crook of your neck. You held on to him tightly, inhaling the scent you missed most. It has been two long months since you last saw him, so the euphoria felt was especially evident.

Releasing his face from your neck, he finally gave you the long-awaited kiss. It was sweet, though undeniably eager, conveying just how much you two missed each other within the short seconds it lasted.

Once you pulled your face away, leaving a final peck on his lips, he flashed you a grin. "God, how I missed you and your soft lips."

"I missed you too. And your thin lips," you teased with a light chuckle. He faked a pout and pushed your waist to climb off him. Your laugh only intensified as you stood to your feet and ruffled his hair with an expression saying I'm only joking.

"How was your summer?" he asked, leaning against the wall as he kept his gaze fixed on you. You took a long sigh before replying, lips curved into a small frown while you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Positively dreadful. I don't remember ever being that bored before."

"Is it because I wasn't there?"

"Don't be cocky," you said with a wide grin. He shot you a joking frown for a moment before you quickly spoke under your breath, "But yes, I really wanted you there."

With an idiotic smile on his face matching yours, he spoke with pink-tinted cheeks. "How about we both stay at Hogwarts for the winter break?"

"Deal."

And with that, you shot into his arms once more, this time deciding to keep your legs on the floor. He laughed at your eagerness and wrapped his arms around your waist before pulling his head down to meet your lips for the second time today.

As you basked in the comfort of Harry's presence, a vague figure suddenly appeared in the corner of your vision. Your eyes opened wider as you glanced to the side with your lips still attached to his. There, you could make out the faint outline of a particularly short student retracting its leg from the corner of the hall visible by you. It suddenly disappeared, presumably running down the corridor connected to yours.

You immediately pulled away from the kiss, head whipping to the side to confirm you didn't imagine it. However, the current emptiness of the hall and the absence of footsteps made the possibility likely.

With a concerned expression, Harry asked, "What's wrong Y/N? You look troubled."

Turning your head towards him, you gave him a reassuring smile as you reached your hand up to stroke his cheek with your thumb. "Sorry, I thought I saw someone run down that hall."

"Well then, should we part ways just in case?"

"I suppose we should," you replied with a frown. Noticing your expression drop, Harry ruffled your hair and gave you a small peck on your forehead.

"How about we meet by the Great Lake tomorrow after our last class?" he suggested. You nodded your head rapidly. You cherished those little moments of privacy you got with him when you don't have to worry about gossiping onlookers or the judgment of your friends. Times, when it’s just you and Harry, are the times that make Hogwarts not entirely horrible.

"I guess I'll head out now. See you at breakfast." You then departed with eyebrows furrowed in dejection. As you approached the intersection between the two halls, you noticed another leg disappearing from the corner on your right. However, it was a brief glance through your peripheral vision, so you doubted a person was actually there.

But what if somebody did see us?

You quickly brushed the thought aside, hoping it was merely a pesky first year wanting to explore the castle if there even was a person who saw. Regardless, there wasn't much to be done now. You just hoped whoever they were, they would keep their mouth shut about you and Harry. Drama at the beginning of the school year was not something very desirable to you.

Attempting to block off your paranoia, you made a beeline to the Slytherin common room. Once arrived, you were met with a concerned gaze from Draco who sat at the couch playing wizard chess with Blaize.

"Y/N? Where were you? And why do you look upset?" Draco interrogated, his attention suddenly off the moving chess pieces. You were quick to raise your expression at that, relaxing your eyebrows and flashing him a reassuring grin.

"I'm alright. Just took a minor detour from the bathroom, that's all."

With a questioning glance, he accepted your response. "Okay. Are you tired?"

You slowly nodded, a yawn escaping your lips momentarily. Draco's expression softened for a moment before he looked back to the chessboard and said nonchalantly, "Then go to bed."

"I'll go do that," you replied with a light chuckle. Turning on your heel, you headed towards the girl's dormitory with a smile on your face as you recalled the events from earlier.

Safe to say, you couldn't wait for tomorrow evening to come.

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The clock couldn't possibly tick any slower.

It was the first official day of classes, and you already felt done with the school year.

You were excited to see your schedule at breakfast that day. You had most of your classes with Draco, and the majority with Gryffindor as well. Although, that seemed to be the highlight of the day since the rest felt positively drab.

Each 45-minute class felt like hours to you. Perhaps it was the fact that you weren't accustomed to school yet. Maybe even the immense workload already assigned in Potions.

Or the fact that you would finally be able to talk to Harry later in the day.

It was distracting, to say the least, trying to focus in class with a certain shaggy-haired boy sitting a couple of desks away. You were glad the first week meant minimal learning because you were sure you retained virtually nothing the teachers said. Admittedly, the syllabus was far less fascinating than Harry was. Though, he seemed to think the same for you, as he kept eyeing you just as much. It was almost a game for you two; who could steal the most glances while pretending to listen to the introductions.

He clearly won.

"I expect you all to read chapter one in your books as an introduction to the Goblin Rebellions," said Mr. Binns, failing the notice the groans of discontent, "and we shall continue our discussion tomorrow. Dismissed."

It was at that moment when the bell rang, signalling the end of classes for the day. You felt your heart begin pumping faster than usual as you slung your bag on your shoulder. Finally, you thought. I could finally talk to Harry. You weren’t usually this excited just to see him, but going a whole summer with only letters to keep your company changes your attitude towards the smallest of meetups.

You decided to travel the long way to get there, allowing him enough time to reach the lake without suspicion. You went to the opposite end of the school before exiting, walking around the grounds until you eventually saw the Great Lake and the boy sitting near it.

A smile crept onto your face as stopped in your tracks before running over to him. Noticing your figure approaching, he stood up from his seat in front of the tree and opened his arms. He was quick to wrap them around your frame once you crashed into his.

"Hello again," you breathed into his sweater. A throaty laugh escaped his mouth as he planted one of his much-loved forehead kisses onto your bare face.

"Hey darling," he replied with an endearing smile. "I- uh, I actually have something to tell you."

You nodded in response, still within the comfort of his arms. He didn't immediately begin speaking, but instead took a moment to gather his words while he rubbed circles on your back with his thumb. It was calm, and you liked it. It was the little moments with him like these which put you into a state of peace.

However, it wasn't long before the tranquillity was abruptly shattered with a roaring yell.

"Potter!"

Your eyes widened the second the familiar tone flooded your ears. Swiftly, you released your grip on Harry and jumped back, head facing down rather than at the angry blond standing not too far away.

"What the absolute fuck are you doing with Y/N?"

Harry's mouth opened and closed repeatedly as he struggled to find the words to explain himself at the moment. Draco was furious, and not even you dared to put fuel into the fire by giving him provocative remarks. You just hoped your boyfriend had thought the same.

Unfortunately, you remembered you're dating a Gryffindor. Daring bastards, they are.

As Harry got over the initial shock of being approached by an angry Draco, a playful smirk spread across his face, sending danger signals to your brain. This was not about to end well.

"I believe I was about to kiss her until you interrupted."

"Excuse me?"

The two boys now stood head-to-head, Draco's hand gripping on Harry's collar threateningly. He looked like he was ready to swing at the boy holding a nonchalant smile, only, the sight of you standing distressed nearby stopped him from causing any injury.

Letting go of his collar aggressively, Draco redirected his attention from Harry. Now under his harsh gaze, you lifted your head to stare him directly in the eye. You figured you might as well come clean about the relationship rather than pathetically attempt to cover it up now.

However, just as you opened your mouth, a loud shriek broke the tense atmosphere.

"Harry! Are you okay?"

From the top of the hill stood Hermione and Ron, faces conveying worry and anger. They saw Harry's messed up clothing clearly gripped harshly and two notorious Slytherins standing nearby. A recipe for disaster, essentially.

Storming down the grassy hill, Hermione gazed at his attire concerningly while Ron trailed behind her, staring questioningly at you and Draco. Harry was shocked by their arrival, and while he forgot to speak for a moment, the two friends faced the Slytherins with a glare able to kill.

"What do you two want with Harry?" Ron asked accusingly. Draco snorted at the irony of their protectiveness, while your eyes widened as you waved your hands rapidly in reassurance.

"Nothing, we aren't trying to cause trouble—" you were suddenly cut off by Draco stepping forward to the defensive pair with a glare to match theirs.

"I want Potter to leave Y/N alone."

His comment caused a near uproar in response. Harry snapped back to reality and approached Draco with a fuming expression while his friends stared in confusion. Meanwhile, your head whipped towards him in annoyance. The line between protective and controlling was a thin one but boy does Draco walk it hard.

"You can't decide that for her!" Harry practically shouted in his face. While Hermione and Ron stood bewildered by the conversation going on in front of them, Draco only became more cross.

The conflict was beginning to leave you exasperated. You hate that argument is necessary in the first place. You and Harry are happy; shouldn't that be all that matters?

Draco never intended to try to control you and your relationships, but when provoked by his arch-nemesis, all of his rationality suddenly goes to dust. "Yeah? And who says—"

"What is this even about?" Ron interjected, causing three heads to snap to his direction. With a mocking chuckle, Draco pointed at Harry with an accusing finger.

"I just found out your precious little friend here is dating Y/N!"

Hermione gasped, while Ron looked horrified. Your expression suddenly turned sour at the sight of their reactions.

"Yeah yeah, big deal. Why do you two look scared? Is it because I'm a Slytherin?" you muttered with a slight glare. You didn't want to be unnecessarily mean towards them and uphold the typical Slytherin stereotype, but how were you supposed to stay civil when they react like this at the news? Shock is a given, but the look of near disgust was uncalled for.

Harry's eyes softened at you once he saw how troubled you looked. He knows you enough to realize that you mask your sadness with anger or sarcasm, so seeing the glare and sneer on your face made him put aside his anger for Draco temporarily. Some things matter more to him then petty issues.

"Hermione, Ron, I'm sorry I haven't told you this before, but please respect my decision. She's a great person— no, an amazing person, and I just want to say that I'm going to continue dating her whether you two like it or not."

Their expressions morphed into admiration as they stared at the newly matured Harry. With a gentle nod, Ron pulled him into a bear hug with Hermione joining in shortly after.

"I can't say I'm not shocked, but who are we to say you can't date her? We're happy you're happy," Hermione mumbled inside the hug.

While you and Draco stood in front of them awkwardly, you nudged his side with a playful smirk. As he turned to you with a scowl, you gestured to the group hug.

"See Draco, that's how you're supposed to respond," you teased, ignoring the ill-tempered expression on his face. It no longer fazed you as it would to most.

"I'm sorry," he said in a sarcastic but light-hearted tone, "but they don't hate you as I hate him. Plus, those Gryffindors are insanely cheesy with the whole group hug."

While Draco faked a gag as they pulled apart, you lightly snickered under your breath. Thankfully, Draco appeared to be less mad at the revelation after Harry's speech, and his friends seemed to approve of the relationship.

"So, are we all good now?" you asked, flipping your gaze between Draco and then Hermione and Ron. While Harry's friends nodded reassuringly, Draco was hesitant to do the same.

"Please?" you mumbled to him, staring at your best friend with pleading eyes. You knew you didn't require his approval to date Harry, but you desperately wanted to be with him while maintaining your friendship with Draco. It would kill you to lose him consequentially.

After staring at you with an unreadable gaze, then directing his narrowed eyes to Harry for a moment, he released a sigh before nodding in approval. A smile widened on your lips as you immediately looked towards your boyfriend.

Without a second thought, your legs carried you towards him while your arms went around his neck. Like muscle memory, his arms snaked around your waist in an instant. With his face buried in your neck, he mumbled into it, "At least now they know."

You looked up at him with a small smile. "At least they do."

"Eww, can't you wait until we leave to be romantic and shit?" Draco groaned from his position. He then turned on his heel to trudge back up the hill. Rolling their eyes at the blond boy's attitude, Hermione and Ron soon followed after, letting the couple finally be alone.

When it became silent again at last, you then remembered what was promised earlier. "Harry, you needed to tell me something?"

"Oh yeah, that," Harry muttered under his breath, face becoming flushed as he released you to scratch his neck awkwardly. You giggled at his expression as you stared at him intently, him not returning the gaze as he looks down at the grass.

"There were two things I wanted to say actually. The first, ironically enough, was going to be me asking whether or not you think we should finally tell people about our relationship."

You snorted, patting his shoulder in a joking manner. "Since that's already done with, what else?"

"Well uh- I wanted to say," he then paused for a moment, looking up to meet your gaze.

"I love you."

With a smile stretched as wide as your mouth could handle, a light chuckle escaped your lips as you held his cheeks in your hand. "I love you too, Harry."

After the heartfelt confessions of love, you two decided to spend the rest of the evening watching the sunset. Your heart felt full as you glanced at him sitting next to you.

The chatter faintly heard from the castle, the light sounds of water moving in the lake, the melodic chirps from nearby birds getting ready for their rest. None of it was heard. None of it you chose to hear. Because when Harry Potter's messy hair, circle-rimmed glasses, and playful grin was in sight, nothing else felt important anymore.

To you, everything else just felt muted. It was only you and Harry. And that was all that matters.

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The Story of Golden Fish and Red Duck (Ahkmenrah x Reader, Ch. 2)

Ch. 1

Word Count: 5.1k AO3 Link: The Story of Golden Fish and Red Duck

"I cannot begin to tell you how irritating he is," you moaned to Unas, who mostly ignored your complaining in favor of his newest toy. Outside the sun sat low upon the distant mountains, thin clouds adding texture to a smooth, purple blue sky. A gentle breeze blew through the arches built into a wall in his room, billowing silk curtains in soft shapes. Unas had somehow managed to become your friend, which was a rare thing considering your status, but his own father was a scribe, thus the social status was level.

He was, suffice to say, an acquired taste. In fact, he hardly had any friends at all besides you due to the fact that he was far too eccentric in his decisions and, speaking honestly, a little feral. You didn't mind - you'd spend the day at his house, help him tinker away at his art and inventions, tell him a little about your life (and be unsure if he's hearing you the entire time), and end the day with inviting him to yours. Every now and then he took up the offer, showing up at your doorstep in the morning and following you on your trips around the city.

One of the things he adored was, unfortunately, looking through trash. It had confused you at first, as it would most likely do to most people, but, waist deep in torn baskets and cloths, he told you, "if you look through what's broken, you'll find what people need."

From that day forth you realized Unas was far more intelligent than most people gave him credit for.

"This is still the prince we're talking about here, right?" He asked, biting his lip as he carved a very delicate line into the wet tablet.

"Yes. His face makes me want to punch him," you said, leaning back till your head fell off the edge of the couch. Unas tsked, shaking his head, still concentrating deeply on his work.

"Isn't that a little treasonous?"

"Maybe, but it doesn't mean he doesn't deserve it. You agree with me, right? I've told you what he's like," you said, getting up off your back and crouching beside him, your hand on his shoulder. Glancing at you he laughed, ruffling your hair.

"I think I'd have to meet him first before forming any opinions."

"Trust me, you don't want to meet him."

"Perhaps not," Unas said, tapping the end of his utensil on his chin. "Care to go diving?"

"Every time," you said with a grin, the two of you standing up together.

As per usual, people flooded the market, flitting about looking for various spices and cloths. The occasional food carts were always swarmed, massive lines of people queued up for the famous delicacies of Memphis' high markets. Overhead the sun sent cascades of heat down upon the backs of the crowded streets, and at the center of everything, a fountain stood, filled with pristine water that glittered in the light of day. As delightful as the high markets were, you and Unas had a far different destination, which was fortunately rather close to the market.

In a corner of the city that not many ventured to, a good deal of people had taken up the habit of dumping their old and unused playthings and tools into a broken down house. Why, exactly, this had come to be neither you or Unas had any idea, but you were nonetheless thankful for the little treasures that could be found there. On the walk there you fondly recalled finding an entire chest in almost pristine condition, the only fault being the broken hinges. Unas solved that quickly, and from then on that chest was filled with the various things you'd found.

"Anything in particular we're looking for?" You asked as you neared the house, turning the street to see the familiar broken down door.

"I need smooth sticks, and round things," he said, looking a little too excited, rubbing his hands together discreetly.

"Alright then," you said with a shrug, numb to his odd requests in searches.

"While we're doing that," Unas said, opening the door for you, "you can try to tell me about any good traits the prince has."

"Good traits?" You scoffed, doing a quick survey of the bottom floor. "I think that's a little impossible."

"Nothing's impossible," he sang, already dropping to his knees and thoroughly searching through the first section of the house. Grunting your acknowledgement (though not agreement) of his statement, you continued upstairs, letting your eyes drag slowly over the many heaps of broken things. Your method of searching was different from his, much faster and less precise, but the both of you got the job done either way. Downstairs, you heard him mumble a quiet exclamation, smiling to yourself knowing he'd just found something.

Out of the corner of your eye, an object reflected the sun into your eye, catching your attention with squinted eyes. You knelt, fondling the object between your hands. It was jewelry - that or a part of a machine you couldn't even begin to fathom.

Unas would like this, you thought to yourself, before quickly thinking, I like this too. The gold in your palm was malleable, fitted onto a string that would allow it to hang delicately from the neck. In the center of it, an amethyst the size of your nose sat, encased in a silver that held a mass of smaller, blue gemstones.

Another exclamation from downstairs, this time louder, caught your attention, and you quickly pocketed the treasure. Running down the stairs, you stood beside Unas, who was still knelt in the dirt.

"Look at this! A perfectly good mirror," he said, his smile wide and toothy. With a chuckle you sat beside him, taking the mirror from him when he offered and tracing the delicate carvings made into the silver of the handle.

"You could just buy a mirror, you know," you said thoughtlessly, still examining the mirror. Besides some decay and dents, it was in perfectly good shape, though your reflection was foggy at best. "Just needs some cleaning," you murmured to yourself.

"I know, but this one's free, and I think it's real silver," he said excitedly, taking the mirror back from you and putting it in his bag.

"Could just be encased in silver, but, let's keep hope. I found something too, actually," you said, remembering the necklace in your pocket. As you took it out, a soft gasp left him, his thumbs swiping over the gold.

"Besides being ugly as all hell, this has to be worth something," Unas laughed, nodding in a pleased way as you pocketed it once more.

"I suppose you are right," you grunted as you stood, "but you can't deny today was a good haul."

"Ah, ah," he tsked, shaking his head. "Not over yet."

He sent you back upstairs, where you proceeded to find several bits of metal and, to his great appreciation, a few smooth sticks that must've been part of a toy once. Downstairs, though more plentiful, had less things of actual value, but when compared to your different searching methods, the work was split evenly.

At the end of the search you convened at the front door of the house, leaning on the door frame and showcasing your different findings. It had been an excellent day to go - Unas even found a door hinge, which was a rather rare thing to find without an entire door attached to it. Hinges were great for toys, though you had a hard time thinking of any other use for them. That's where Unas excelled; his imagination towards objects and their uses was nearly astronomical, and you had a great confidence that he would grow up incredibly successful.

"Feel like celebrating?" You asked, letting him take what you'd found and put it in his bag for easier carry.

"Absolutely. I vote Nizism's place," he agreed with a smile, leading the way through shortcut alleys and into the marketplace.

Hidden away in the busy crevices of the streets, Nizism owned a bakery that was a secret treasure to you and Unas. Not many people knew about him and his shop, despite the fact that he was probably the best baker out there, and as much as you and Unas wanted him to do well in life, it felt good to have something not many people knew about. It was, perhaps, the same reason you never told anyone about your 'dumpster diving,' as the general populace referred to it as. Nizism knew every customer by name, which was easy since his regulars numbered few, and just like every other time, it was mostly empty when you entered.

The building itself was small, the furnace inside visible to all customers, a loaf of sweetbread slowly baking away inside it. You weren't an especially tall person (in fact, you were a rather short person), but even to you the ceilings were a little low - that made it easy to climb up to the roof, which you always kept in mind in case you needed to hide. Sitting in the corner, absently filing different sheets of papyrus, a man you'd seen a few times before sipped at his beer, the frothy drink coating his upper lip when he set the mug down. Nizism stood behind the counter, smiling at you when you entered, his hands balancing his weight against the firm stone of the counter. On several different plates, his menu sat beside him, the many versions of his breads and pastries on display for you to pick from.

"I'll have a date loaf," you told him, keeping your tone polite and happy. Unas, on the other hand, spent a good deal of time deciding what he wanted to have. By the time you'd paid and taken off a chunk to eat (the rest of it was for your family), he had narrowed it down to two options.

"Um... I think.. yeah, I'll have three tiger nut sweets," he finally decided, pulling coins out of his bag and paying.

"Sounds good," Nizism said, putting the three small dumplings into a bag, taking Unas' coin and wishing him a good day.

The two of you walked back into the sunlight, wandering aimlessly through the busy market as you nibbled away at your congratulations treat, which wasn't very hard at all to earn. One of Unas' favorite activities, besides looking through the dump house, was going from stall to stall and getting inspiration for what he might want to build or make. He favored toy stalls, the different mechanics of them always interesting him. Oftentimes he'd take up a good deal of time just talking to the owner of the stall, discussing how they were made, where they were from, the technology and skill required to craft such things, and by the time Unas was in the middle of a long speech, the merchants always looked tired. At that point you would hint to him that the owner needs to sell these things and you're not buying, which would make him leave fast enough, always adding a thank you onto the end of his speech.

This time his attention was caught by a hygiene cart, filled with mints, toothbrushes, mirrors, razors, and more, all of which you already had at home. Unas, being Unas, was far too interested in how the right formula had come about for a breath mint.

"So you use cinnamon to flavor it?" He asked, picking up one of the mints and examining it.

"No, well - yes, but I don't make them, as I said earlier. They're from Tanis," the shopkeeper explained, already looking a little weary.

"Tanis? That's a long way to travel just for breath mints."

"I live there. A family friend of mine makes these things and I bring it here so it'll sell better," he said, pinching at his skin.

"Unas? I think it'd be best if we go now," you whispered to him, a gentle hand on his back leading him away from the stall.

"Right, sorry," he mumbled, thanking the man for his time as you took him away.

"You need to work on that a little more," you said, back in the bustle of moving from stall to stall.

"But I want to learn more about what they do," he whined, his shoulders sagging as he followed you, eyes darting yearningly towards each newfangled thing.

"Then just ask them simpler questions. I'm fine with you talking my ear off, but not everyone is."

He agreed in a murmur, his mood obviously dampened, but he kept his energy up as you continued on your way. It was a great thing you appreciated about your friendship - one could bring up faults in the other, and the situation would be handled in a mature fashion in which no one's feelings got hurt.

"Oh, death totems!" You exclaimed when the sight of them caught your eye, dangling from the window and doorway of a shop building. You hadn't ever seen it before, which was a little confusing, considering something so attuned to your tastes was rare to come by. Almost leaving Unas behind, you drove through the crowd, slipping between people till you came to the front of the store.

"You know," Unas said, panting at the exertion, "you could at least tell me when you're going to run off."

"Hm? Oh, sorry, I... got a little caught up. Look at these," you said, marvelling at the craftsmanship. Hanging at the end of the long line of dolls lay a figurine of Medjed, who had been your favorite god for as long as you could remember. Unfortunately he wasn't a very well known or heavily worshipped god, meaning anything in dedication to him was scarce to come by - this was the exact reasons your eyes lit up the way they did, gasping as you rushed towards it, taking the doll off the hook and handling it. Medjed the Smiter he was called, though in such a small form it was hard to imagine him hurting anyone.

"Look at that!" Unas said, almost impressed as he nodded. "You should definitely get it."

You agreed easily with him, and a few short minutes later you had Medjed dangling from your finger, Unas leading the way to your next stop. The two of you found a brief respite from the blazing heat overhead in the next store, which happened to be a clothing store, stocked to the brim with different skirts, shawls, shendyts, and various bracelets.

"What's so special about this place, then?" You asked quietly, looking down the various shelf aisles.

"Did you see the green skirt lining?" He said, gesturing with his head in the general direction. Casting your gaze that way, it quickly caught your attention, the color brighter and more vibrant than any other you'd seen.

"Wow," you commented.

"Yeah, I have questions too," he said with a chuckle, coming up to the counter and starting his usual long conversation with the teller. This time the shopkeeper looked interested, happily telling Unas about his techniques, even adding in extra information Unas didn't ask about, which delighted him. Deciding that the two of them would be fine together, you meandered through the shop, soon coming across a sight you wish you hadn't seen.

"Goldie," you gritted out, your gaze instantaneously turning from neutral to pissed off.

"Oh, hello," Ahkmen said cheerfully, grinning and waving at you. "What are you doing here?"

"Like I'd tell you," you said, letting your angered glare follow him as he walked past you.

"Mm, that's fine since I don't really care."

"You're an ass, I hope you know that."

"You tell me that every time we see each other, of course I remember," he said, still smiling, something that's always managed to throw you off. Several items of clothing sat on his arm, a stack almost as wide as your face and drooping down to his knee.

As he went through the aisles, he took shirts off the shelves carelessly, tossing them onto his arm or over his shoulder. Confused, you followed after him, not even bothering to look like you weren't doing it. Looking back at you he smirked, somehow satisfied that you were intrigued enough that you didn't leave.

"What in the hell are you doing?" You finally asked when he put four bracelets onto his arm.

"Aw, are you starting to care about me?" He said in a baby voice, his lower lip pouting as he turned to you.

"I swear to god, just -" your anger, combined with the urge to punch him in the face, dissipated in a split second when his face fell from joking to terrified.

"Hey! Put those down!" The shopkeeper yelled over the quiet murmur of the store, instantly catching the attention of everyone inside it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, grab everything and run!" Ahkmen said in a panic, handing you everything in his arms and grabbing all that he could get his hands on, haphazardly collecting it in his arms as he bolted out of the store.

"What the -" Unas said, just as confused as you were, but you had little time to debate his reaction. The shopkeeper leapt over the counter, going straight for you as though you'd done something wrong, and then it hit you - it definitely looked like you were in cahoots with Ahkmen. As much as you hated the idea, you hated being in trouble more, thus set out in a dead sprint, following Ahkmen through the crowd.

Behind you followed Unas, who was a much faster runner than the shopkeeper. He caught up quickly, helping you carry the load without question as the shopkeeper pulled a dagger out of his sheath.

"Oh my fucking Gods," you murmured to yourself as you kept running, trying to keep up with the golden robes Ahkmen wore, whipping around the corner when you saw him turn.

I'm going to get stabbed because of this idiot, you thought to yourself, still watching Ahkmen.

You almost ran past the bakery, the one you had been peacefully eating at only an hour or two ago, grabbing the back of Ahkmen's cape to get his attention.

"Up this way," you said, throwing the clothing up on the low roof and using your adventuring skills to scale the wall and get on the roof.

"I didn't know you could do -"

"Fucking move, he's right fucking there!" Unas yelled, pushing Ahkmen up the wall. Glancing quickly to find the shopkeeper barreling towards him, Ahkmen threw his clothes up on the roof, grabbing your extended hands to escape from the mans' wrath, immediately helping Unas up once he'd gotten safely up.

"Come on, it doesn't take much to get up here. He'll follow soon," you said, grabbing the clothes and using the little time alloted to you to stuff a good chunk of the clothing and bracelets into Unas' bag, giving a fair amount to Ahkmen and carrying the rest in your arms.

With a quick nod Ahkmen set off, you and Unas behind him as the three of you continued to scale several different buildings, ducking behind barrels and alleyways until the shopkeeper was in the distance, far, far away from you. Gasping and panting you sat on the ground, Unas kneeling beside you just as exhausted. Ahkmen let his head fall back, laughing towards the sky, weary but delighted.

"What just happened?" Unas asked quietly, his voice breaking.

"You just helped me," Ahkmen said, laughing as though it was a great achievement.

"I will reign hell upon you, Gold fish," you said, trying to get your breathing under control.

"Wait - wait, wait, this is the prince?!" Unas questioned, recognizing your nickname for him immediately.

"I'm Ahkmen, nice to meet you," Ahkmen said with a polite smile, shaking Unas' hand as he introduced himself.

"Unas. I've heard a lot about you."

"Good things I hope, though, knowing Ducky..." sly eyes turned to you, and you had to press your lips together to stop yourself from yelling at him.

"Ducky?" Unas said, breaking out into laughter at your nickname.

"Shut the fuck up," you grumbled, letting your head relax against the shaded wall behind you. "Now tell us what the hell we just did."

"Only for a kiss," Ahkmen said, puckering his lips.

"I'm serious! We just stole from someone, why?!"

"Oh fine. You're no fun," Ahkmen said, sitting down across from you, Unas sitting in between the two of you. "That man you were talking to, the shop owner, his name is Kek. He doesn't make a thing in that store. He 'hires' a bunch of immigrants and doesn't pay them enough, they hardly have enough money to wear the cheapest of the clothes they make. These," he grabbed one of the skirts, holding the white cloth out in front of him, "are for them."

You paused, unsure if you were to believe him or not. On one hand, he hadn't ever really lied to you before, but on the other he was a prince. People like him weren't ever interested in the wellbeing of those they deemed lesser than themselves, too absorbed in their own self image and pleasure to see the suffering of others.

"You... stole.. for immigrants?" You murmured, wondering if you were hearing him right. He nodded, confirming that yes, your ears were in fact working.

"Couldn't you have just bought them clothes, or gotten them out of that situation? You're a prince," Unas asked, his brow furrowed in his confusion.

"It's more poetic like this, and I can't really remove them from the situation unfortunately. That type of power is reserved for my father," Ahkmen explained. "I'd love to help more, but I can't without alerting my father, and he doesn't like immigrants. Well, he does, but for the wrong reasons."

"Why does he like them?" Unas asked.

"He likes them to work for him. For free," Ahkmen said with a grimace, his eyes dull as he thought about his father's political views.

"Ah," Unas mumbled.

"I don't know if I believe your story," you said, voicing your worry, one that Ahkmen was quick to deny.

"Come with me, then. I'm taking these to them now, then you never have to see me again," Ahkmen said, almost smiling as he picked up the clothes he had dropped.

Unsure, you glanced at Unas, who seemed fully on board with the idea. With a sigh you gathered your own pile of clothing, following Ahkmen down uninhabited streets and alleyways, staying as hidden as it was possible for a young man dressed in gold fiber.

"You could do with more discreet clothing if you're off doing reckless shit like this," you mumbled to him, the three of you crammed into a tight space between hay carts.

"Yes, but I look so much better like this," he said with a wink, settling his cape over your shoulders. You grumbled, shaking it off of you and scooting as far away from him as you could without revealing your position to the drivers.

Continuing on your way, you managed to escape the sights of several palace guards who apparently knew Ahkmen well, evaded general capture and had what could be classified as a good time (you loathed to call anything with Ahkmen a 'good time') all the way to the slums.

Despite how much you and Unas got out and wandered around Memphis, one place you basically never ventured to was the slums. This was for a variety of reasons, most of which were rules your fathers had put in place; sick stirred on every street, the mess was apparently horrid, kindness was alien to them, and no one had self respect. That was what your father told you, at least - what Unas' father told him was a mystery to you. What you found was a little surprising, though you should've put it together long before then; there was far more humanity in those with little than in those with everything.

"It's... different, than what I expected," you murmured, mostly to yourself, but the words caught Ahkmen's ear. Unas was far too engrossed in a little boy showing him his toy ox to pay any attention to you.

"What were you expecting?" Ahkmen asked, for once not teasing or prodding you.

"I don't know," you said, knowing full well you both knew what you were expecting. Trash. Stewing sickness. Instead, it was tired mothers and children who worked too hard for too little, still wearing smiles as they ran around with their friends. From inside one house music came, the sound of beats against wood, the vocalizations of an entire family humming in harmony with one another. Ahkmen smiled, just barely, as he watched your near amazement.

"This way," he said softly, grabbing your wrist and leading you along. Caught up in the moment, you didn't think to rip yourself away from his grip, letting him carry you past the many houses till you came to large tent shelters near the city wall.

It was warm inside - that was the first thing you noticed. Unbearable, sweltering heat that dampened your clothes and stuck heavy against your skin. You almost remarked about it, but Ahkmen was focused, and any word you might've said would've slipped past him. What must've been hundreds of people filled the area, many of them children with babies in their arms. In each place you looked there were makeshift beds, containers of communal foods laying about in a disorganized manner. Following him, you came to the back of the large tent, where a very stressed-looking man stood, pacing back and forth as he mumbled to himself.

This had to be something you'd been warned about; people who talked to themselves, who weren't connected with the real world. Your father warned you that they were dangerous, but when Ahkmen got his attention and he smiled pleasantly at the prince, your worry faded into nothing.

"I brought you these, um..." he grabbed your arm, hauling you away from watching the population in the tent to showcase the clothes you were carrying. "There's another coming, I'm not sure where he is but he's got lots more."

"Thank you. Thank you," the man said, an unidentifiable accent heavy on his tongue as he bowed his head.

"I'll see what I can do about getting you unionized. That way you'll be able to really fight for your rights," Ahkmen said, smiling as he patted the man's shoulder, who looked like he didn't fully understand what Ahkmen was saying, but was nonetheless grateful.

"You're a very kind boy," was what he said, a phrase you could hardly believe was about Ahkmen, but considering the course of events that day, your image of him was swaying.

"Not really. But thank you anyways," he said.

Turning back to you, he smiled curtly, leading the both of you out of the tent in search of Unas. He acted as though everything was normal, still making tiny jabs at your self esteem as the two of you scanned the streets for your friend. It didn't take long till your curiosity broke loose, unable to take a second more without knowing the truth behind his actions.

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, stopping the both of you from walking and stepping to the side, out of the main road.

"What do you mean?"

"You know, helping these people. It's such a noble thing, but you're... I didn't... I don't know, you don't really seem like the saint type."

"I guess I don't really know either, but it is fun to be fair," he said, and your new image of him shattered. Of course he was doing it for fun, why else would a prince help the poor?

"Let's just get this done and never talk to each other again," you grumbled, sighing as you resumed your search. With a shrug he joined you, and in a few minutes you found Unas exactly where he was before, discussing the dynamic between Nephthys and Isis to a seven year old.

"But, you see, even though their separate marriages were -"

"Unas? What are you doing?" You asked, mildly amused but mostly horrified.

"Hm? Just talking to this kid, her name is Tabia, say hi," he said as he made to stand, brushing the dirt off himself as he stood beside you.

"Hi, Tabia," Ahkmen said, grinning as he knelt to her height. "I like your doll."

"Thanks," she giggled, her cheeks tinting rose as she pulled at the edges of her ratted dress.

"Come now, we're taking the clothes to this tent up here," you mumbled to Unas, not wanting to watch Ahkmen. Your idea of who he was kept changing rapidly, and you were getting pretty sick of it - it should've been simple. He was an asshole, he would always be an asshole, and that would never change.

"Good, this bag's been weighing me down," Unas said, following you to the tent.

By afternoon you were trying to say your hurried good-bye's to Ahkmen, trying to get Unas to speed up his farewell. Unas didn't feel the same way you did about Ahkmen, which you convinced yourself was due to the fact that Ahkmen was acting strange all day. More kind than he usually was. Still, you couldn't control Unas, and thus you remained in Ahkmen's presence until sunset, which by that point you were fully irritated with the man.

"By the way, don't mention any of this to my father, should he ask. I'm not technically allowed outside the palace. Until we meet again, Ducky," he said, shooting a playful wink in your direction, earning him a middle finger from you.

"I don't know what you dislike about the man," Unas said, shaking his head as the two of you walked back to his house.

"You don't know? How about all the times he teased me, and that awful nickname? Plus, he's just annoying, you know that vibe you get when someone's really, really annoying but you don't know why? That's him. He's the embodiment of that emotion," you ranted, gesturing harshly with your hands while you spoke.

"I've had more fun today than I do most days with you," Unas said.

"That's because I don't do illegal things," you hissed, poking his chest with your finger as you stood outside his door.

"Well then. Maybe you should start," he said with a smirk all too alike Ahkmen's, entering his house and shutting the door before you could yell at him.

[sagebodisattva]

You’re Not Worth Your Weight in Waste

(Clip of biodegradable plastic bag.)

It’s about fucking time. It’s only 50 years late. Not too bad, huh? Look, this is not that complicated. There’s just simply too many of you for there not to be any mindfulness about the waste that’s incessantly being produced. Have you ever wondered about the inevitable sum of such waste? Shit, what about just the waste from China alone. Can you even fathom that daily sum of waste? You know,... it adds up. Think about that. And think about, what would be the overall grand sum of waste from 10 billion strong? Well. The answer isn’t very good news; nor has it been very good news, for quite some time. And in the spirit of man’s predisposition to only address symptoms and always ignore causes, I know what you’re thinking:

“Is there any way to spin the failure in this story to make mankind look intelligent and rewardable?”

Unfortunately, not in any good sense.

But what about:

“Mankind has become adept and extremely proficient in producing massive amounts of pollution and waste!”

Wow, isn’t that admirable?

I’m not sure why, but mankind seems to assume for a given that it’s completely acceptable that he is a creature that is inherently authorized to consume, and then leave waste, with no limits or standards as to the conduct of these actions. Well, news flash. It isn’t acceptable. Don’t assume any inherent rights. And it’s time for you to be held accountable.

Yeah, it’s that time again. You know that, every once in a while, I have to roll up my sleeves and kick your ass. But don’t feel bad about it. It’s when I STOP kicking your ass when you should start to worry. That means I’ve stopped caring. And that can’t be good. So yeah. You know I go through different phases with the motivations of the videos. Sometimes they’re educational. Sometimes they focus on unlearning. And sometimes they are just simple acts of heavy handed corrective discipline, which IS required; as, the short sighted self concerned immaturity of the mediocre masses has reached shockingly epic proportions.

So listen up, millennial man. I’m sorry, but the stupidity of your predecessors has fucked you into a corner. So know upfront: You’ve been born with a load; and there’s no “love salvation mode”. “Born”, by both definitions of the word “born”, with two different spellings. You’ve been “born”, with a load, (b-o-r-n), as in, assuming a heavy burden since the moment of birth; and “borne”, with a load, (b-o-r-n-e), as in, forcibly shouldered with a heavy burden. And while you strain and sweat under that heavy load, you can take solace in the fact that the massive weight that is now threatening to crush you under it’s sheer mass, is a result from circumstances that pre-existed you. So it’s a storm cloud with a silver lining! You bear absolutely no BLAME, for the heavy mass that now sits upon your shoulders. You only bear the WEIGHT, of the heavy mass that now sits upon your shoulders! Isn’t that encouraging?

Yeah, people didn’t think too deeply into things in the days of ole. Inventors invented things, and, sometimes, they invented really evil fucked up things completely by accident.

But hey, if an abomination can serve a function, even if profoundly evil in composition, we can still enjoy the byproduct utility and just simply ignore any negative side effects! Right?

“Sounds like a plan!”

And this irresponsible dereliction wasn’t just contained to the production of degradable waste. That might have been much more easier to deal with, and we can’t have that. We need to make our own lives 100 times more difficult, otherwise we can’t learn basic binary lessons. Right? Hence, the reality of non-biodegradable waste production raised it’s ugly head. And remember:

“A little ain’t enough.”

So, your myopic predecessors just kept on making more and more and more non-biodegradable materials, then, when confronted with the prospect of taking responsibility for finding a function for the waste, they figured, fuck it, and just started dumping it all into the ground or the sea, like shortsighted imbeciles. And now it’s your problem. And the larger question is, not so much about how to clean up all the waste, but what to do about the idiots who can’t muster up the required capacity for efficiency.

And yeah, they came up with recycling; but 90% of the recycling material doesn’t get recycled, because you morons are too lazy to do it. And what DOES get recycled, doesn’t nearly go deep enough; as, there are so many plastics that don’t make the cut, and are therefor confined to a one use disposable pollutant. I say, if it isn’t biodegradable, and you can’t recycle it, you are banned from manufacturing it. Plastic utensils, plastic straws, plastic bags... production of all that shit needs to stop right now. Since you morons can’t figure out how to produce utensils, straws and bags that can be recycled, nor know how to clean and re-use such items, you’ll just have to transport along traditional wares and be inconvenienced with having to take care of the items; rather then stuff you can just throw away. Awwwww. Poor you.

Do you know they have been finding pounds and pounds of plastic bags inside the stomachs of dead whales? That’s truly despicable. And you should be completely shamed. Stripped naked by an angry mob; relentlessly whipping you with sharp sticks and spitting on you constantly.

And yes, I have the right to assume a righteous stance and condemn you for world pollution. I’m pissed about it, and you’re not. I demand that something needs to be done about it, while you, do not. That’s why I’m exempt from guilt and blame; and hence, casting guilt and blame upon YOU, now becomes my only focus. And it also affords me the position to know what’s BEST, and to make the important decision about what ultimately needs to be prescribed.

The production of all disposable non-biodegradable material must halt immediately. Namely, plastic and styrofoam; and any other such material of similar composition. This practice must cease instantly. Under pain of your personal death, or devastation. Don’t make any more of it. And don’t throw any of it away. It will have to be maintained continually, and managed correctly. All existing non-biodegradable material must be either saved for continued re-use, or recycled for new re-use. No more dumping all this shit into the earth or sea.

In fact, all that shit is gonna have to come out of there. All that waste in all those landfills, dumps and strewn on the floor of the oceans, is gonna need to go ahead and get collected and transported to a major center, where it will ALL have to be sorted through, and appropriated properly. This is something in your future. You WILL be personally embroiled in this. And not one bit of waste will be unaccounted for. Every last speck of waste will need to be painstakingly organized and processed with a fine tooth comb.

Why? Because I declare it. I speak it into existence; and henceforth, it becomes law and creed.

You want an existential cause? Reduce waste, motherfucker. Reduce waste.

Yeah, I’m pissed. You don’t shit where you eat. You don’t disrespect the zen garden. Good students don’t pollute or vandalize their training grounds. Good students don’t light their dojos on fire; nor assume the luxury of retreat into a cocoon to indulge the senses in desire while pumping out massive amounts of waste. No... That’s gonna get straightened out real fast. That’s why it’s not gonna be all that very surprising when the spoiled piglets start to squeal in desperation, after they get yanked from the teats of their warm fuzzy delusions. And don’t expect to be caressed and gently eased out of your cozy deep slumber. You’re waking up to an ice cold shower, motherfucker.

From this day forward, you are to be very self conscious of your waste production. You’re gonna need to keep that shit down to an absolute bare minimum. It’s bad enough you piss and take shits. That’s barely tolerated. But once you start making tons and tons of waste, and then start spreading that waste all over the place, thin tolerance turns quickly into zero tolerance. Then, the question becomes:

Are you worth your weight in waste?

Good question. Let’s say you weigh 180 pounds. If we stacked up 180 pounds of your waste next to you, which is without question much much less waste then you will produce in your whole lifetime, hence, this is already giving you way more then enough leeway then you deserve; will your life be enough of a justification for your own weight in waste? Waste that will now go on to only serve as a contamination of the training grounds? In the majority of cases, I say; unfortunately, I think not.

And that’s right. You are gonna be held accountable; and must justify your volume of waste. It needs to be answered for. And adjustments need to be made by the companies that are manufacturing it. So, plastic making businesses are claiming that there aren’t many options to plastic, and that the current non-plastic alternatives available are not cost effective, nor profitable? Well, that’s too bad. Looks like you’re going out of business, motherfucker. Step aside and make room for the next generation of industry pioneers who give a damn. Maybe you should concentrate more on cleaning up the mess you made, rather then how you can continue to make a fast buck at the expense of our children’s future. And I’m all for that. These companies should all be billed HARD, for every single piece of their waste found polluting the landscape. Then you’d start to see things clean up real fast. You CAN hold corporations accountable, you know. Who would have thought, right? All you have to do, is pull their dick out of your ass, get off your hands and knees and pull up your pants.

Fuck them. They had a good long run, and now it’s time to pay the piper. Polluting the planet is an act of war. So should they really be surprised by the team of armed men dressed in black with ski masks that are now climbing through their bedroom balcony window? I can’t see how. You’ve declared war on mankind. Armed assassins sneaking in your house at night while you sleep are the least of your worries! That’s why, those that are not extremely mindful of their waste output, are better off being molecularly erased. And don’t worry; that can be done with impunity. I bet you didn’t know that, did you? It can’t technically be considered murder if you molecularly erase them. They’ll have to pass new laws to try to stop that.

Bottom line. Creatures that create massive amounts of waste, and then solve this problem by throwing a bunch of dirt over it, are not very bright creatures at all. Shit. Did you know that waste is an untouched virgin resource? Imagine the millions that could be made by the guy who finally figures out how to efficiently transform waste into cash! It’s a billion dollar industry, with no takers. No one is smart enough to do it. No one has enough innovation or creativity to problem solve this, make a fortune, and transform the world into a better place. (Yeah, “the world.” Humor me on this for the moment.) It’s too bad no one can figure this out and then drown under a tidal wave of cash. I guess no one wants that money. No one wants to lay claim to those billions. Oh well. That’s too bad.

You know what we might do instead? Start shooting the garbage out into space. That’s a fucking fantastic idea!

“Shoot the waste, deep into space.”

It’s a great idea on so many levels. Mainly because it solves the problem. But also, because it will breathe life into the outer space industry, turning our interaction with space into a daily affair. And it’s not like we can “pollute space”, right? Space is empty! It’s MEANT to contain junk in it! So why not shoot waste into it? It would be completely harmless. And even if it causes a couple of bad things to happen, so what. It’s no big deal. Think of how big the universe is! Our waste is inconsequential by comparison. Even if we somehow managed to dump 100,000 years of waste into space, all at one time, it would be but a mere drop of water in an Olympic swimming pool. No big deal at all.

But there’s yet another aspect of it to get excited about; especially for the U.F.O. buffs who can’t wait for first contact! Just think of how much more faster ETs will show up here, when they find out that we have started dumping our trash into space! You want a close encounter of the 5th kind? Never mind SETI, (the search for extraterrestrial intelligence), and beaming radio waves into space 24 hours a day, monitoring electromagnetic radiation for signs of transmissions from civilizations on other planets, awaiting a reply for 40 plus years. All we gotta do, is start dumping our garbage into space, 24 hours a day. I can’t think of a faster way to entice an alien to show up here, wanting a conversation, can you? The benefits outweigh any risk. Dive in head first!

So, in closing, you’ve been put on notice. You need to start being a lot more hyper vigilant about the waste you create, because, when you boil it, what’s the better option; to deal with you, and endure your constant avalanche of relentless waste? Or, to just simply eliminate YOU instead?

It’s a no brainer.

[oldmanlillian1989]

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