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opaljm · 5 years ago

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eye of the tiger (m) | teaser – kth

➻ female reader x taehyung

➻ jagged spin-off + hybrid au + tiger!taehyung + giraffe/deer!reader + enemies to lovers + fake dating + minor inspiration from zootopia if you squint

➻ genres: angst, smut, romance

➻ length & status: 3k words; teaser

➻ rating & warnings: 18+; allusions to minor discrimination and prejudice; allusion to bullying

➻ summary: You had been bullied by Kim Taehyung in your youth and wanted to have nothing to do with him. But when your ex-boyfriend, a stag hybrid, kept dogging at your heels and Taehyung needed a girlfriend to stop the jaguar hybrid Jimin from growling every single time he got within 10 feet of his girlfriend, you find yourself agreeing to keep up the pretense that you and Taehyung were each other’s childhood crushes and had only recently reconnected and decided to date.

➻ a/n: the Jagged sequel that exactly two people asked for. enjoy this for now because i have no idea when i will be finishing this since i have to finish the fics i already gave post dates for :D

➻ disclaimer: all lions are inbred and they live in a pride. i don’t think this is necessarily something that i have to apologize for having in my story but i’ll still throw out the disclaimer that there is one tiny joke about lions being inbred.

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When you were little, there were a group of predator hybrids who used to relish in causing you pain and anguish. They would ridicule you for just about everything, from your big doe eyes with its long sweeping lashes that would brush against your cheekbones when your eyes were closed to your longer than average neck that was narrow and would often elongate itself when you were absentmindedly trying to look far off into the distance. You had been bullied for your skinny frame and your long gangly limbs throughout all of elementary school where you had been a foot taller than the second tallest person in your class. You were constantly besmirched for having the smattering of pale freckles over your cheeks and nose, always being made to feel adequate for having visual indications of your deer and giraffe heritage.

From what you could tell, the only prey hybrids that were accepted in your small town in South Carolina, were the ones that had hybrid markers that were ambiguous and could have belonged to any number of species or the ones that didn’t have many visible hybrid markers at all. In contrast, the predator hybrids were allowed to delight in their own signs of hybridization. The worst of your bullies were a large group of big cat hybrids, containing both males and females’ hybrids of lions with the occasional leopard hybrid. From what you could tell, the lion hybrids of your small town enjoyed ruling over the place with their pride, and their children had learned from their toxic behavior, enjoying terrifying smaller predator hybrids by sneaking up on them and practicing their roars or by eating their lunches, from home, of entirely raw hunks of meat in front of prey hybrids causing them to throw up the contents of their own vegetarian meals.

All of this should have made you critical of predator hybrids and how they treated the prey hybrids of your town, but when you sat in the one room apartment that you shared with your mother, a lovely deer hybrid who had had you too young and was raising you by herself, you would do your arithmetic equations and stare at the poster of the University of Californian Hybrids, Los Angeles you had hanging up, and dream of escaping to a big city in a more progressive state where predators and prey could live in harmony with each other and might even sometimes be in relationships together. This was even worse than when two hybrids of the same class bred outside their species in your hometown. That’s what had happened with your mother and father. He was a D1 athlete who played on the basketball team of the university they had gone to and had broken your mother’s heart after she had found out that she was pregnant with you. It was one thing to date or sleep with someone who wasn’t the same species as you. It was an entirely different ordeal marrying them and having children with them.

You were desirous of a life where you could be with a predator hybrid because when you were six and had been pushed off of the top of the slides by a puma hybrid, who had waiting for her turn to slide after you, an adorable tiger hybrid who had been roughly the same age as you had squeaked out his attempt at a sonorous roar and scared off the girl and then had slid down to run to you, where you laid sprawled on the rubber floor of the playground clutching your sprained wrist. He had yelled for his grandmother to get you aid and had become your best friend up until the two of you had entered middle school and hit puberty. That was when Taehyung, who had been your fiercest defender against everyone who ridiculed your modelesque stature, and the way you had towered over everyone at your school, had fallen in love with a lion hybrid and started hanging out more and more with the crew of big cat hybrids after school. The final devastating blow that had severed your friendship with the male, forever? When the lion hybrid he had had a crush on, Miyeon, had made fun of your eyes, before you had to do a presentation for your world history class, and said they protruded and made you looked bug-eyed and then said that the only people who would ever find you attractive would be amphibian hybrids and Taehyung had joined her in her laughter. There was nothing wrong with toad or frog hybrids, but it hurt when the male you were in love with laughed and agreed that you were not attractive. That had made you spiral into a depression and made you determined that the following year, when you entered high school, you would do everything in your power to excel at school and to be extraordinary enough to not only get a ticket out of the prejudiced hellhole that was your hometown but to be able to afford to accept that ticket in the form of a full ride scholarship.

When you had finally moved to Los Angeles, your mother remaining behind because she said that the cost of living there was too expensive even though she would have loved to join you, you had reinvented yourself into someone who was self-assured and confident. Someone who had pride in all of the aspects that made her who she undeniably was. Also, when you entered university you were shocked at how many hybrids were taller than you, not only the giraffe ones. There were lion hybrids on campus that were taller than you, for the most part all of them were. That had made you squinty eyed and ask your mother how much inbreeding she thought the lion hybrids back home had partaken in since they were much smaller and much weaker than all the cat hybrids you had run into. And not to mention, undeniably ugly.

In fact, you were more aware that you were only half giraffe hybrid and not full, every time you walked around the campus where everyone was tall and beautiful. You had a full scholarship, a wide variety of friends from different majors, and had even dated a couple of guys. Your ex being without a doubt one of your worse decisions but at least it gave you experience right? But the point was, you had changed. You were no longer the scared skittish prey hybrid of the past that allowed big cat hybrids to walk all over her just because in the wild they were the “kings of the jungle.”

This is why it was particularly annoying that when Taehyung, yes that asshole went to the same school as you, had seen you across the room at a frat party and had lunged in your direction, you had been frozen like a deer in headlights and could not move. This had resulted in the jerk, whom you had not seen nor talked to since you stood next to him at your high school graduation ceremony, wrapping his warm large hand around your wrist and dragging you through the crowd of drunk hybrids up the stairs to the second floor to an unoccupied bathroom.

“Taehyung what the fuck,” you groused, no longer the soft-spoken girl that he was used to. You were annoyed at how good he looked. He was shorter than you in your heels, but he was probably within an inch of your height if you both stood nose to nose and barefoot. He was wearing an animal print shirt that had short sleeves and exposed his chest, which looked irritatingly firm and was a sun-kissed gold. There was a band of cloth wrapped around his head like a bandana that made him look rakishly seductive. And his wavy tousled dark hair and heavy-lidded amber eyes made a devastating combination that made your panties wet with a rush of arousal. He sniffed the air and you prayed that he only smelled the clean linen scented air fresheners that overpowering the bathroom and not the scent of your arousal underneath it.

“I need a favor,” he admitted without preamble. You blurted out your refusal after the word “need,” interrupting him. “Oh, come on Y/N, we were close once,” he tried.

“Yeah when we were six,” you grumbled, crossing your arms across your shirt that tightened even more around the generous swell of your breasts. You upturned your face, gazing up at the vents on the ceiling as though you were contemplating your escape before becoming self-conscious of the elongated state of your throat and moved to fix your gaze onto something that was more your eye level: the towel rack that had been added to the door.

Taehyung sighed, if you didn’t agree to help him, he would be in a pickle. Moments before he had seen you at the party, he had been talking to the pretty sand dune cat hybrid he had been lusting over all of last semester. Unfortunately for him, it appeared that she was still in love with that jaguar hybrid Jimin who hung around her like a dark cloud. Not even two minutes into her and Taehyung’s conversation, Jimin had appeared and draped a possessive arm around her while he glared venomously and unblinkingly at Taehyung.

With a laugh Taehyung had said, “Look man I’m not trying to steal your girl.” Even though he was totally trying to steal his girl, “I have my own and my tastes are quite the opposite, not that you aren’t beautiful ___,” he added, flashing her a wide smile and throwing in a wink for good measure. Jimin was awkward and standoffish, not to mention he was kind of small for a wild cat hybrid. ___ needed someone who was big and strong and could adequately protect her and their cubs.

Jimin had only raised one elegantly shaped dark eyebrow at the statement and looked skeptically at Taehyung, “And where is this girlfriend of yours? This is the first I’m hearing about her.”

Taehyung had smiled tensely and looked beyond where they stood to where the room was more crowded into a crush, his gaze flitting from female to female as he tried to find someone he could pass off as a girl he had been seeing for a while. His gaze had found you in the throng. You had stood out from everyone else with your thin form, towering over a majority of the girls while you danced with a red solo cup in one hand and gracefully throwing your head back. Your long hair had revealed the sexy stretch of skin from the column of your throat to your bare shoulders that were all golden from exposure to the sun yet still had the faint smattering of freckles. He couldn’t shift his eyes from your figure.

His gaze was trapped on the sensual picture you had formed on the dance floor, writhing with confidence, and awakening in Taehyung an inexplicable need to hunt you down, throw you over his shoulder and drag you back to his lair to command your body and pleasure it. To undeniably exercise his ownership over you. It had been confusing because for all that Taehyung was a tiger hybrid, he had rarely experienced such an overwhelming need to chase and to hunt, to show that he was an apex predator and the king of the jungle.

Jimin’s eyes had followed the path that Taehyung’s eyes had made, and uttered after a surprised sound of disbelief, “Wow she really is different from ___. Is she even a cat hybrid?”

Taehyung had answered him with annoyance, not daring to shift his eyes from you, fearing that you would disappear in the crowd of the party if he took his eyes off, “She’s a mixed baby. A giraffe and deer hybrid.”

___ had let out an amazed gasp of astonishment, “That sounds like such an interesting pairing. Can I meet her, Taehyung? I wonder what life is like growing up mixed. Even more so, since Jimin and my kittens will be—”

Taehyung barely paid attention to her, his gaze was too focused on the deer hybrid approaching you. “I have to go,” he muttered, setting down his empty bottle of beer on the counter.

“Sure, of course,” hummed ___, “But remember to ask her about a double date, okay!”

This brought the two of you to the present. Taehyung’s eyes narrowed at the memory of that stag who had been sniffing around you. “Do you have a boyfriend, Y/N?”

You started at the abrupt change in conversation. Why would Taehyung ask you such a thing? Had he seen you shift away from Jongin before you had been unceremoniously dragged upstairs by him? “Not that it’s any of your business since we aren’t friends,” you emphasized mercilessly, “But that was my ex Jongin. That’s the last time I’ll date a deer hybrid,” you admitted reluctantly. “The men are so overbearing and territorial. And he can’t accept that we’re broken up since I was the one to break things off and not him.” The last sentence had you huffing in indignation.

“Hmm,” hummed Taehyung thoughtfully, instantly making you suspicious and raising the hairs on your body. “Have you considered a tiger hybrid for your next boyfriend?”

You side-eyed him. What the fuck. “No, I have not Taehyung. Why would you even say something like that? It’s hardly as though you’re trying to get that position.”

Taehyung bared all his teeth threateningly. It hardly could be passed off as a smile. “But what if I were, Y/N?”

“No.” You refused to even think about it and tried to shove past his body to get to the door and out of this confining space.

Taehyung wouldn’t let you escape so easily. He crowded you against the door. Although you had the height, he was still much bigger than you with wide shoulders and a body that was wrapped by hard ropes of lean predator muscle. “I have a proposition. If you pretend to be my girlfriend for a month, I’ll get that meathead to stop bothering you,” He murmured, meeting your wary gaze with his smoldering one, his deep honey colored eyes boring into your chocolate brown ones.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you thought about just how the tiger hybrid would go about making the deer hybrid to back off. “You’re still getting thrills out of intimidating prey hybrids?” you scoffed, “That’s disgusting, Taehyung.”

Taehyung stilled, thrown off for a second, before he once again bared his teeth in the loose semblance of a smile and uttered, “I just meant he’s a Neanderthal. Once he sees how happy and satisfied you were with me, not to mention how I am able to take care of your every need, he’ll take the L and leave you alone.”

You still weren’t sold. “But why do you need a fake girlfriend,” you asked in suspicion. You trusted Taehyung about as far as you could throw him, which was probably only half a yard away.

Taehyung lied to you bald-facedly, the untruth flowing from his tongue so smoothly that you didn’t even catch it, “Same as you. There are too many people who are dying to have a piece of me and it’s honestly distracting. I’m trying to get into to finish a really intensive and time-consuming project for my major. I don’t have time to waste on booty calls.”

“And you would never be tempted to have sex with me?” You asked, your eyes burning a hole into the stretchy fabric of his black and white shirt.

“Never,” agreed Taehyung, lying once again. This time his heart thudded loudly against his chest and he felt a pang that he didn’t want to think about too deeply.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years ago

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On making you happy. Part 7

Harry Potter AU- Marauders Era

Link to Part 6

Pairings: Regulus x Reader

Rating: M

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I’m going to kill him!

It was the first thought that came to your mind as your eyes opened.

He’s a dead man.

You were mad and ready to kick Regulus’ butt. Forget the fact that you were 8 ½ months pregnant and Regulus would definitely be able to move faster. You were going to kick his ass and make him feel some of the misery that you were feeling. It had been almost a month since you had seen Regulus. In your mind, daily letters and phone calls weren't the same as seeing your husband. It also didn’t matter how many times Regulus told you that what he was doing was to ensure a clean getaway to Paris.

Whenever Regulus would mention the “promise” of going away to Paris, you hung up or changed the subject. If he didn’t know that you didn’t believe a word that was coming out of his mouth at the time...he sure did now. Why he was still bringing it up was enough to make you want to strangle him.

“Dude, I wouldn’t even say the P-word to her. No, not that P-word you perverted little prick! I mean the place in France.”

It took all you had not to burst out laughing when Sirius answered the phone the night before after you hung up on Regulus. Sirius didn’t care to tell Regulus that he was an idiot for missing your pregnancy. In fact, he did it about twice a week. Sirius was going to make sure that his little brother knew exactly how selfish he was being and how heartbroken you were.

Had it not been for Sirius, Remus, James, and Lily, you weren’t sure how you would have held out as long as you had. In the beginning, you weren’t sure how you would handle being friends with the lot of them. Now there were no other friends that you would want to have in your life.

Heaving yourself out of bed, you made your way downstairs. Remus and Sirius were busy arguing over something trivial as Lily held out a small cup of tea with a smile.

“What are they arguing about now?”

You asked as Lily joined you on the other side of the counter.

“Keanu Reeves.”

Both Lily and yourself gave each other matching scowls about Remus’ ridiculous crush on the American actor that, for whatever reason, bothered Sirius beyond all reason.

“It's early for that? Was Remus watching Speed again last night or something?”

“Yes, he was!”

Sirius snapped in your direction. Remus held his hands up defensively.

“Y/n, help me out here.”

Sirius shook his head.

“Nope, she’s on my side!”

Remus’ mouth dropped.

“She hasn’t even said anything in your defense.”

“She doesn’t have to!”

You drank your tea quietly before speaking.

“I am not on anyone’s side. The last time that I fell in love with some good looking guy I ended up pregnant and contemplating stabbing said guy in the face.”

Sirius grinned. He was loving your savage attacks on his brother and was making a list to share with Regulus to prove just how sassy you were.

“I’m glad it wasn’t me that got you pregnant.”

Sirius chuckled. You put your tea down, giggling at the expression on Remus’ face.

“Yeah, me too. The three of us would be in one strange relationship. Something tells me that Remus isn’t much of a sharer.”

You smirked at the expression on Remus’ face until a sharp pain shot through your body. Wincing, you put your hands on either side of the counter and silently waited for the pain to disappear.

“You okay?”

Sirius asked, nervously. You shook your head.

“I think my water just broke.”

All of the color drained from Sirius, Remus, and Lily’s face. Lily quickly resumed her calm composure.

“Sweetheart, sit down. Remus, go find James. I’m going to go find Y/n’s bag. Sirius, get a hold of your brother.”

You sat down trying to remember the ridiculous breathing technique that Lily had shown you. Sirius quickly knelt down beside you on the floor.

“Need some water? A blanket? Want me to kick my brother’s ass?”

You nodded, for the last one.

“Yes, kick his ass. I don’t think that I am going to have this baby.”

Sirius’ panicked expression turned to confusion. He blinked a few times before scratching his head.

“Y/n, I don’t know what my brother or mother have told you but I don’t think it works that way.”

You smiled through your agony.

“This world’s too cold. Too cold and too angry for a baby to be born...if I was any kind of mother I would have never considered having a child right now.”

Sirius reached out and wrapped his hand around yours.

“Look, maybe it's what we all need? I mean, yeah, this world isn’t a great place but there are good things in it. This baby can be one. I really need you to have this baby because I have uncle things to do that I have already preplanned.”

Sirius was thrilled when you smiled. The two of you had developed a special bond that Sirius had never expected to have. Until this point, Sirius always saw you as the little girl who tagged around with his brother. Now, Sirius was relieved to say that you weren’t as twisted and backward as other purebloods in his family. You had a heart. A heart and a mind of your own that clearly realized how wrong Voldemort really was.

“You’re right. This is a good thing. We should probably get to the hospital before this baby decides to come.”

Sirius jumped up.

“Hell yes! I am not about to deliver any baby!”

A few hours later…

You sat in the hospital bed trying to concentrate on anything but the pain going through you. Lily lovingly stroked your hand while Sirius continued to try to get a hold of Regulus.

“This little fucker isn’t answering.”

Sirius said in almost a panic. Remus stood up and gently took the phone from Sirius.

“You should sit down and calm down while you're at it. Y/n needs some peace.”

Both men glanced over at you. You winced as another contraction hit.

“I am never having sex again!”

You hissed. Sirius quickly turned to Remus.

“Remus, find my brother. I told Regulus I would help keep her safe. I’m the fun uncle. I never said anything about going through labor with her.”

Remus disappeared from the room as Sirius turned and sat back down. Had you not been in so much blasted pain, you would have made a comment about the panicked expression on his face. He was no longer “cool calm Sirius Black.” Now he was about one stone short of going crazy.

The nurse that came into the room looked like she loved her job about as much as you loved feeling like you were being torn in two. She checked your vital signs without much as a word.

“I really need to push.”

You said, meeting her gaze. The nurse shook her head.

“The doctor isn’t on the floor yet. You will have to wait a few moments.”

You fought the urge to push as she walked from the room for just a moment.

“She’s a toad of a woman.”

You muttered to Lily, who was looking annoyed herself. The nurse came back in with a clipboard in one hand to finish her notes.

“Lady, I need to push...like now!”

You snapped. The nurse gave you a displeased expression.

“You will be just fine.”

“Please don’t make me wait any longer. You don’t need a doctor. You’ve got this. You can do it.”

You said, hoping to sound reassuring. Sirius jumped up, having enough.

“You there, blondie! Go find that doctor or for Merlin sakes’ me and red here (scowl from Lily) will deliver this baby ourselves.”

By the time Remus came back after playing phone tag with Regulus, Sirius sat outside of the hospital room looking pale as a ghost.

“Sirius, what’s wrong? What happened? Is Y/n okay?”

Sirius looked up.

“Did you find my brother?”

Remus nodded, sitting down and took Sirius’ hand in his.

“I did. He’s on his way. Sirius…”

Remus started as Sirius cut him off.

“He owes me. Regulus owes me big!”

Remus was still confused. Had something happened? Was the baby okay? Were you okay? What exactly did Remus miss?

“Sirius, you aren’t making any sense.”

Sirius took a deep breath.

“ I watched Y/n give birth to my niece. There isn’t anything grosser than that. That is why I am glad that I bat for the same team because I do not want to see that again.”

Remus was silent for a moment.

“The baby is it okay?”

Sirius nodded.

“She’s fine. Y/n is fine. I, however, am not fine.”

Remus had to resist the urge to laugh. Now that he was positive that everyone was okay; he could focus on his poor boyfriend who looked ready to vomit.

“What did you expect, Sirius?”

Sirius looked up.

“Not that. I couldn’t leave her though. Lily handled it like a champ. I think I screamed a few times.”

Remus couldn’t help it. He was laughing now. The expression on Sirius’ face made him laugh harder.

“Yeah, laugh it up.”

Sirius hissed as one of the other nurses stepped out.

“Excuse me, but are you the child’s father?”

Sirius shook his head.

“Oh, hell!”

“I’m the father.”

Both Remus and Sirius spun around to see Regulus. The poor guy was about as pale as Sirius. Sirius immediately gave his brother the biggest death glare as Remus turned back to the nurse. Thank Merlin, this one had a better personality. Remus internally was thankful that Regulus didn’t witness the other woman’s horrible attitude. He would have probably used the cruciatus curse on the old hag.

“Can you give us a moment, please?”

Remus asked the older woman. The nurse nodded and walked away with a grandmother-like expression.

Regulus finally met his brother’s gaze.

“I missed it, didn't I?”

Sirius nodded, sinking back down into his chair. He put his hands back over his eyes as if he was fighting a wave of nausea.

“Yep but I sure didn’t. You owe me big, you little shit.”

Regulus didn’t say anything for a moment. Sirius didn’t have to look up to know that his brother was panicking internally.

“You watched?”

“I really had no choice. I wasn’t going to let Y/n go through that alone. Just so you know, she has already decided that you are never going to touch her again. She’s convinced that sex is bad.”

Regulus sighed. He wasn’t going to play into Sirius’ games. At the moment, Regulus wanted nothing more than to kick his own butt. He wasn’t supposed to miss this! Regulus was supposed to be there with you. He didn’t want you to go through having a baby alone as Walburga had. Orion didn’t have the presence of mind to even take the rest of the day off. Now here Regulus was being the exact same way.

“How is Y/n and the baby?”

Sirius sighed.

“Fine. Y/n is resting. The baby is fine too. She’s a little small. You may want to put a bell around her neck or something so we don’t lose her.”

Regulus glared at his brother.

“She isn’t a dog.”

Sirius shrugged.

“Well, we have to find some way to take care of her. You aren’t going to be around. Hell, you weren’t here for the pregnancy so why change now?”

Remus quickly put a hand on Sirius’ arm to signal for him to shut up. Regulus’ eyes widened as he kept his attention laser-focused on his brother. Remus was worried that the younger boy was going to start throwing hexes in the middle of the hospital.

“We should stop.”

Remus said, quickly. Regulus, however, wasn’t ready to back down. He already felt shitty enough about missing his daughter’s birth. Sirius’ venomous words were the last thing that he had time for.

“Shut the fuck up, Sirius! You don’t know what I have been dealing with over the past few weeks!”

Sirius jumped up.

“You need to apologize to Y/n! All that she has wanted during this whole ordeal was you. You think that all of this was you doing some amazing shit but it's just been you being selfish. You haven’t changed, Regulus. You are still the selfish little self-absorbed brat that you have always been. Y/n and Elara are going to be the ones that suffer because of it. Fuck you.”

Sirius turned and stormed off without another word. Remus blinked a few times before turning to Regulus. He stood looking at his feet with angry tears in his eyes.

“Come with me.”

Remus said, gently. He knew that Sirius would probably be annoyed with him for showing Regulus any bit of kindness at the moment but Remus couldn’t just let the boy cry.

Regulus’ eyes rolled up to Remus. He was clearly guarding himself against whatever Remus had to offer.

“Are you going to start in on me too?”

Remus shook his head.

“It won’t do me any good besides, you feel like shit enough as it is.”

Remus motioned Regulus to the hospital room. The room was quiet and dimly lit as Regulus stepped in. His eyes immediately went to your sleeping form. You looked like a doll lying in the hospital bed. Guilt was putting the feelings that Regulus was feeling mildly. He was morbidly depressed and if Voldemort suddenly popped out of nowhere and killed him, Regulus wouldn’t be too upset.

“I am fucked.”

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shaineybainey · 5 years ago

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“Noble Intentions”

Lab Rats [T]

The Lab Rats and Mighty Med teams face off with the greatest threat to humanity yet: The Incapacitator, a supervillain bent on becoming the most powerful in the planet. …Which makes things super awkward for Leo, considering that their newest nemesis is his father. AU. Lab Rats vs Mighty Med redux.

** DISCLAIMER: SEE CHAPTER ONE FOR DISCLAIMER **

tagging: @vcnting @serpent-princess @clockradio93 @verified-dumbass @weareoutofmaplesyrupdave @aaaaahhhhh1234 @neshatriumphs @lettersandwhiteroses

Special shout-out to @vcnting, @neshatriumphs, @clockradio93, and @verified-dumbass for the kind responses. I really appreciate you all.

TW: mentions death of loved ones, allusions to crime

VII: The Night of Infinite Hours, Side A

Leo wonders if he should go out. It’s already late at night, about 10:49 PM, and the house lies in relative silence. Relative, because he can still hear faint echoes of tools being used down in what he assumes is the garage.

On the one hand, he has a gauge on his father’s whereabouts. If the music of a man at work stops, then he can just hurry back into the room.

On the other hand, his father has the nose of a bloodhound when it comes to things not being right. He can teleport, too. In one second, he can be up there and…

Leo doesn’t know. Before today, he used to think that although his father will hurt many, he will never hurt him. He still thinks his father cares about his safety and that he loves him, but now that thought has all turned acrid and defiled. He doesn’t know anymore if he’ll just get yelled at, get a gentle reproof, or actually get hurt.

He shakes his head. Maybe not the last one. Besides today, his father’s never laid a hand on him once. His father did acknowledge that he overdid it. He will probably never do it again.

Finding that good enough, he leaves the room, the shackle on his ankle lying on the floor with the few hairpins he’d found scattered under the rug. He looks out the door – right, left – and then comes to the hallway.

He realizes then that he doesn’t really have a destination. Where can he go? He’s free and outside. There must be someplace he could go to.

Then again, his father never showed him around the house – at least not yet. He talked about a sewing room downstairs where his uncle used to sleep in. He assumes the kitchen is somewhere downstairs, too.

From the sound of it, the garage is farther away yet still connected to the house.

He cautiously peers over the banister to check for any movement down the stairs. Nothing. He hears a song from the 70’s (Motown, he thinks, which has been playing since late afternoon). There’s also still the sound of tools being used.

Finding it safe, he crosses quickly and sticks closer to the walls.

In his wandering, he finds a locked room, a closet, the bathroom, and another room he assumes is locked also. Out of curiosity, he tries it.

He startles a little when the knob clicks open.

After checking behind him for company, he sneaks inside. There’s a light switch, but he doesn’t think it smart to call that much attention to his presence there. Straining his eyes around the dark room, he notices light from the moon shining through the window that the curtain has left exposed.

He carefully closes the door behind him, wincing as it squeaks when leaving it partly ajar. Finding it still safe, he heads over to the window then pulls it open.

“Ugh…” Leo mutters quietly as he does his best not to cough. Dust rains down the floor, and the palpable scent of mildew and mold dominates the air.

Still, the night sheds a different picture of the room. Under the silver glow, Leo sees that he’s found a nursery-turned-library. There’s a big shelf displaying photographs and a variety of books: cookbooks, story books, fiction. There are even some notebooks wedged in here and there.

Right beside it is a crib, unused for so many years.

Across the room, close to the window is a rocking chair. Sitting right beside it is the smaller shelf, a bunny stuffed toy on top, guarding the storybooks packed within.

It’s then he sees a toy flashlight. He takes a chance, and under the light of the night he shakes it then switches it on.

For some reason, it works.

Leo grins, victorious. He doesn’t know how long the battery will last so he resumes snooping.

He checks the smaller bookshelf first. He almost chuckles reading the titles: The Lorax by Dr. Seuss; Frog and Toad are Friends; The Biggest House in the World. It’s strange to imagine his father as a four year-old, sitting with his grandmother as she rocks the rocking chair, listening to her read a story to him.

He guesses it’s because it’s discordant, too - like the room. Peace versus war. Innocence versus knowing the world too much. It’s still hard to imagine that a quiet and normal life like that existed for his father before all of this.

Intrigued, he draws out The Biggest House in the World. It surprises him to see the name of the author: Leo Lionni. His mother told him that his father wasn’t present during his birth, and his father really didn’t appear in his life until he was six.

Still, he finds it a little funny that he shares the same name of the author who had some influence on his father’s childhood.

He opens the book up, intent to read, when he notices an odd spacing between the floorboards. It’s not very noticeable that he’s even surprised he caught it. It stands out, though, so much so that it presses on his curiosity until he can’t take it anymore.

So, he puts the book away then investigates.

Since the majority of it is stuck underneath, he carefully lifts the spinning shelf then moves it aside. He checks behind him for his dad, finds that the door is still as he’s left it, and then proceeds with his plan.

He sticks the nail on his right thumb in the slim space then attempts to lift it. It takes a couple of tries, but thankfully it’s loose enough that it eventually comes off.

When it does, he’s greeted by insulation foam, still firm but also yellowed with time. He pulls on it, unsatisfied.

It pays off. It comes with a soft tug and reveals a space as wide as a hand span and as deep as a hand span and a half. Tucked cozily within is a black safety box.

However, what wakes him up fully is the emblem on it: two Ms, one teal, one white.

Mighty Med.

“What?” he whispers. The hinges give the softest of squeals when he opens it.

Its contents are underwhelming yet still intriguing. There are folded pieces of paper; a couple of cards that he assumes are credentials; some photographs; and a few pins that glint under the flashlight.

He picks up a card wedged inside a folded paper. The ID has considerably yellowed under the lamination, but the print is still legible. In fact, the picture on it has been left clear enough by time that he can still see how similar he looks to the man on it.

Dr. Hezekiah Castle, the name on it says. Chief Neurologist.

The simpler but unmistakably similar symbol of Mighty Med pops out at him.

Is this really Pops? I thought his name was Harold Jones? Was he a doctor at Mighty Med? Leo wonders. From his father’s stories, he’d always gotten the impression that his grandfather worked as a desk clerk in a local office. Never a doctor.

Now he wonders if what his father told him is just something he was made to believe.

Putting the ID back, he picks up a photograph next. It shows the same man, but this time there’s a woman with him. He’s hugging her from behind, both of them smiling brightly at the person taking the picture as they lean on the hood of a sea green Cadillac.

He turns it over and sees the note: To my darling one – I love you, my love, with all my heart. You’ll forever be the ‘solstice’ of my life.

A frown furrows his brows. Solstice.

Why was that emphasized?

He pockets the picture, sure that his grandparents wouldn’t mind him keeping a picture of them as a young couple. He finds another ID in the box—but this one is sturdier, more proud and pronounced.

There isn’t a picture, just a name: Doris Snow. NASA. West Area Computers.

The information that rushes in like riptide stuns Leo. He was told that his grandfather was an office worker, his grandmother a housewife who was beloved by many of their neighbors and friends. Now he’s finding out they weren’t who they seemed? That they were actually, respectively, a respected neurologist and a genius mathematician?

Voracious for more of their life, he leafs through the box for any other interesting finds. He finds a letter from his grandmother to his grandfather a few days after his father was born. He also finds an enamel pin that looked like a ricocheting shooting star.

He glances behind him, finds no one there, and decides he’ll look at one more paper before heading back. He picks up one, tucked underneath the pile, and opens it, expecting to find another handwritten memo.

His brows furrow as he sees the typewritten letter, which comes as a shock of crudeness after all the personal documents he’s seen. He skims it, expecting nothing.

Then, ice washes over him.

He shuts the letter close.

No. He didn’t read that. It kind of makes sense, but…

His brain buzzes. There are questions, puzzle pieces, and answers that fly around like a tornado in his head.

The words stick out: proposal for a special unit; Doris Snow (codename: Solstice); for the benefit of earth.

League of Heroes.

Incredulous, he opens the letter again and reads it closely.

He was right. He read it all correctly. It’s a letter of confirmation for potential recruits.

A letter of confirmation drafted by a superhero named Solstice.

Out of panic, he stuffs everything back in and closes the box. No. He can’t look at all of this right now. Does his father even know these exist? It’s buried under the floorboard, in a place only his grandparents would know to access. And his dad never mentioned any of this.

Did he not mention because he didn’t know? Or did he choose not to mention because he deviated from the trajectory of his whole family on purpose, and he didn’t want him to know?

He does his best to remain steady, even putting the flashlight down to work faster. However, his grip on the floorboard isn’t as strong as he thinks.

It lands with a thunk!

He grimaces, hissing at his clumsiness, and continues his work in the dark. His father can’t know he’s here, can’t know what he knows. He places the board back on the slot successfully then lifts up the smaller, swiveling bookshelf back into its place.

By the time he sits back on the heels of his feet, his heart is beating so loud that it drowns every other sound.

He takes a moment to calm his nerves. Then, he picks up the flashlight, setting the snail storybook on his lap.

“How’d you get out?”

Leo gasps, spinning around. He finds his father standing at the door, light from downstairs flooding past his feet. His chest prickles at the fear. Has he seen him and the box?

Joel flicks the light switch on, and for a minute Leo doubts the anger he thinks he sees on his father’s face. Joel looks around the room, and then he smiles. “You found the library.”

“I…I-I was just…” But the words don’t come out of his mouth.

Joel sighs, the smile on his face unmoving. “If you wanted out of your room, you could have just told me.”

“Dad, you chained me to the floor and told me I was a hostage,” he points out, now indignant. “Hostages don’t get the option of requesting out.”

“Come on, Leo. You know your case is different. I would have let you go a bit if you wanted to look around the house.”

Leo resists the urge to glare. He doesn’t know if it’s because of the nerves or because he’s tired, but his father irritates him highly now.

“Hey.” Joel grins as he comes and sits beside him. “You found Uncle RT’s favorite storybook. You know, he used to ask your Nana to read that to him every night. And Nana always did, like it’s the first time she’s reading it to him. She’s so patient. We even had the French version of this. That’s why RT is so cocky. He thinks because he can speak French that he’s better than me.”

Nana. He turns his eyes down to the storybook and pretends to examine it. “Did Nana stay here with you and Uncle RT the whole time?” he ventures to ask.

“Mm-hm. Pops thought it was better for her to just stay with us and watch over us rather than go to work.”

“Like a housewife.”

“Yeah.”

He nods slowly, halfheartedly turning the page. “It would be nice if Mom did that, too. If she stayed home with me.”

“Well, she had to take care of you both. She didn’t…well, she didn’t have me like Nana had Pops.”

Leo looks at his father and stares thoughtfully. “If things were different – you know, if people weren’t evil, and Pops and Nana lived, and you still met Mom, would you…would you have married her?”

Joel chuckles humorlessly. “I know your mom probably hates my guts for running out on you both, but I knew neither of you would have normal lives with me in it. I’ve made many enemies; there’s no way any of them would leave you alone, or alive. That’s why I had to leave.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

His father looks at him for a long moment. Then, he smiles. “I would have,” he says. “If I have to marry her every day just to make up for how I’ve hurt her, I will. But things are different now, and there’s no undoing what’s been done.”

“Shakespeare would be jealous of this tragedy.”

Joel smirks at his son. “I still can’t work out how you got out.”

“I’d tell you, but I might need to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, so…”

Joel laughs.

With the room freer of tension, confidence fills Leo more. Still, he knows to be cautious. He makes a show of looking around the room before commenting, “With how nice this room is, I would have pegged Nana to be an interior designer or a librarian. Or, unless Pops was the one to put everything together.”

“No, they worked on it together when they found out they were going to have me.”

“Did they…” He hesitates. Will it be too direct? “Did they know you and Uncle RT might have some abilities when you grow up?”

Joel searches his face, eyes lightly narrowing. “Why’d you ask?”

Leo shrugs nonchalantly, hoping his father isn’t hearing the klaxon going off in his head. “Because, you know, you were kind of trying to see if I had them, too, when I was still, like, six.”

Joel laughs, bringing Leo some relief. “I only did that because I had them when I was young. Genetically, it was possible I passed something to you.”

“Well, maybe it won’t skip Uncle RT’s kids like it did with me.”

“Oh, I doubt you’d have any cousins. At least on my side,” Joel says, distracted by the opened window now. “That’s what absent superheroes took from him: they took away my trust in them forever, they took away his desire to have kids of his own. He’s afraid of leaving them suddenly like Nana and Pops left us.”

“Nana and Pops weren’t superheroes.”

“No. They were super basic, and super boring.” His father’s smile grows as he thinks back on his parents fondly. “But they were my favorite. Now, come on. It’s late. You have to get to bed. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Leo gets back to his feet, following his father’s lead. “Big day, like…?”

“You’ll see,” Joel cryptically responds, pulling the curtain back on the window with a smirk.

Leo watches him closely. Suddenly, the same dread he felt when Bree told him Chase was attacked looms in his gut again. It occurs to him then that one of the reasons his father took him there was to use him against the superheroes.

Will tomorrow have something to do with that?

“Leo?”

“Oh! Okay, yeah I’m coming,” he says, turning off the lights then closing the door on his way out.

His father eyes the storybook tucked between his arm and his hip. “You’re not going to ask me to read that to you, are you?” he jokes.

“I’m 17. I can read storybooks on my own now,” Leo returns playfully.

Twenty minutes later, his father is back downstairs at the garage to wrap up. Meanwhile, he sits on the bed, his feet free of any binds this time, and he stares at the book his uncle loved as a child.

However, despite the huge snail on the cover, all he can focus on is the picture of his grandparents that he hid behind the wall of the book.

Solstice. His father doesn’t seem to know about her or who she might have been. To Joel Jones, she was nonexistent.

To him, though, her identity is very much alive and sure. She was Mrs. Doris Jones to many in the neighborhood, a housewife who raised her boys while her husband went to work.

But in reality, she was a Mathematician who worked at NASA, who at one point in her life met a neurologist perhaps during her career as a superhero.

And it seems her oldest child is not fully aware that his abilities were something he inherited from her.

All of us are hiding something, he tells his grandparents as they grin at him from the photograph.

Goosebumps creep up his forearms. Secrets.

Now he wonders if their deaths were truly a result of a random act of crime.

#Lab Rats #Mighty Med #chapter seven #Noble Intentions #Leo Dooley #The Incapacitator #OC

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leanarg · 5 years ago

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Practice Challenge II

((Hi again! So, these are 3 fics in one post! Including my first two rps with @ladyreggiewright (our very first one after ages not doing this so asdfghk) and with @wylan-caldwell I had so much fun doing both, so thank you, guys! <3 Thanks for reading too, hope you enjoy them as much as I stuggled writing them ;P Google Docs link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ARTjqveFJ1njDc2LL0PU4C0ShN2jlO9JC1Imt9MDTh8/edit?usp=sharing ))

A CHANGE OF LUCK

“Alright, y’all ready?” Rita said with a loud voice vibrating with nervousness. “The speeches are over. In the next block, Prince Arin will be picking the names.” That was her fifth lap around the entertainment office floor and she just couldn’t stop repeating what Vandy Post had already announced before each round of commercials. I knew she was trying to act authoritative, but seeing her in this state was always amusing.

It wasn’t unusual that the building was bursting with energy this late at night. The pre-press team always stayed working on putting together the bulldog broadsheets content and adding the last details, then sent the whole thing before the deadline to the press team operating on the last floor, where they were all in charge of the printing process. I would dare to say there was activity in this place 24/7. But this particular night, we were focused on The Report. The streets looked almost empty from up here, everyone was at home in front of their TV waiting for the names of the lucky girls randomly picked by a drawing of names out of different crystal boxes. 35 provinces, 35 boxes, 35 names.

My attention had been focused on Arin’s stern expression. His life was about to be decided by fate, or as many people want to call it, destiny. I wonder what was he thinking, standing there expressionless, willing to uphold his duty.

Is he excited? Is he nervous? Is he wishing he could run away from that room and leave all this tradition behind?

My name was inside of one of the boxes, so I should had been even more anxious and edgy than Rita herself, but, after the PET Gala fiasco, where: I hadn’t gotten the clues I was so close to getting, I hadn’t finished the job I was supposed to be doing and my one month salary had been reduced to half; I was certain that whoever was in charge of my luck was not very fond of me.

“They are back!” Rita shouted as soon as Arin’s face reappeared. Everyone in the room fell silent. I scoffed a laugh when I noticed them unconsciously leaning slightly towards the big tv, but I ended up doing the same after adjusting my glasses. One by one the basic information of the selected were being transcribed from the screen to our devices as Arin picked out their papers.

<< “From Allens, Idalia Moretti, from Angeles, Emily Rose White,... from Honduragua, Callia Adair…” >>

My fingers were moving fast across my cellphone’s keyboard. These were the girls we would be hearing a lot about from now on and I needed to know everything about them.

<< “From Labrador, Lea…” >>

I froze. My head felt dizzy trying to take in what I had just heard. For the shortest of seconds, everyone’s eyes were on me. I could hear Rita’s voice instructing them to get back to work and maybe someone else was now in charge of The Globe’s blog but at that moment I couldn’t care less about that.

It’s really happening... I made it to the selection!

Finally, I could stand up. I was feeling so much energy inside me that I wanted to run. Suddenly, the lift made a sound and my dad came quickly out of it and … wait, my mom is here? She was carrying my sleepy little brother, Dean.

I could read the shock on my parents’ faces.“I’m in!!” I said a little too loud but since Mr. Grant was there no one dared to complain. My dad let out a short laugh before extending his arms for an embrace. “Congratulations, Rosie, I knew it would happen, didn’t I tell you V?” He said to my mom. “Grants always get what they want.”

Ugh, I wish. But I wasn’t going to argue with him right now, so I just offered him a wink.

As soon as my father let go, my mom surrounded me with her free arm. “So how does it feel to be a lady, huh? We have to celebrate this!”

“Well, do ladies feel hungry this late? Cause I wasn’t feeling it a moment ago.” “Yes, let’s leave these guys to work in peace.” my dad said suddenly remembering where we were. After clearing his throat as if that simple gesture was a switch between the dad and the boss, he talked with Rita to make sure someone had replaced me updating the blog, then he congratulated everyone for their dedication and finally wished them good night. “I just hope you are paying me the full day,” I said to my dad as we all headed outside.

“I mean, are you working right now?” He raised an eyebrow, mockingly.

I sighed “I guess Grants can’t always get what they want after all.” And I meant it in more than one way.

The next week ran fast. My father and I agreed that I had to keep going to the office as usual, but it wasn’t easy to balance my work and my phone ringing every 5 minutes. More than once I had to ride home in the middle of the day because someone was waiting for me at home.

First, a man with a very peculiar face came to do some kind of interrogation, which was understandable until we got to the most uncomfortable, personal ones. I almost spit my coffee laughing until I realized he had no intention to leave until he got every answer to each one of the questions on his list.

Like him, I received a tailor and a doctor; but it wasn’t until the press started to ask for interviews when I realized my life had made a turn of 360 degrees.

The thing I lamented the most about this odd schedule was that I couldn’t travel to the provinces to interview some of the selected as we had planned, but I did take advantage of every opportunity I had to do deep research about them.

Some of the names or last names could be found on old newspaper editions, there were tragedies, accomplishments, unfortunate events… I smiled to myself, while I made annotations on my journal, fascinated by all the different interesting lives that were about to gather under the same roof. And I guess somehow that included mine.

The farewell party organized by Labrador’s Mayor seemed more like a political campaign than a real party. I might have fallen asleep during his speech if I hadn’t been texting Harris for the 40th time that week.

The last time I knew something about him was the night of the announcement when he sent me a simple “Congratulations, Lady Lea.” Then as the photographer, he had to go with Rea to the half-tour over the country to cover the selected interviews.

“How dare you not be here when you are needed,... you lucky mooncalf.”

I looked up to see the crowd from my place on the big platform set in the middle of the Amberly park. It hadn’t been a very good idea, because there were grey clouds gathering over us and the sun was partially covered by them already.

Someone forgot to check the weather section today.

But the trees surrounding us were decorated with purple and green metallic balloons -the colors of our province- and there were several signs with good wishes so I appreciated the effort.

Everyone was here; The Globe employees that didn’t like me at all, my family on the first row, my college best friend, Liv had made space on her busy schedule to come to the event, even my grandmother had sent his chauffeur with presents. That was her way to show support and I honestly didn’t have any complaints. After the Mayor’s speech, the great boss Maxwell Loyd took the microphone to speak, I rolled my eyes, not caring about the people in front of me. He didn’t waste this opportunity to promote himself and flatter me. I mean, if he really had thought all that about me I would have had a promotion and a raise already, instead I just got ridiculous instructions and a handshake.

When they both finally finished, the rain had started to pour, plus it was almost time for me to leave for the airport. I buttoned my coat before taking my place behind the microphone to start talking, but the eyes of the lady in charge of my schedule forced me to skip until the end of the speech I had prepared the night before. Every time I was going to make it sound deep and sentimental she made a sign for me to hurry.

“I appreciate your support… I will do my best… thank you for coming.”

Were the only complete sentences I managed to say under such pressure. There was clapping and cheering afterwards, but there was after the previous boring speeches as well, so I didn’t get too excited about that.

“Have a good time, my Lea.” My mother said after kissing my brow. I could smell her sweet perfume that I was going to miss. “I will, mom. Take care, I’m only leaving cause I know you are going to be in charge.” I side eyed the two men of the house. Then I kissed my little brother and messed his blond hair. “Bye bye little toad.” He just babbled something and waved his little hand.

“So, Lady Grant. What do you expect from Prince Arin? Do you secretly plan to drink all the coffee from the Angele’s Palace? Rumor has it your father won’t let you marry until you turn 48 years old do you think Your Highness would wait for you that long?” “Wow, Mr. Grant you ask pretty basic questions, I have been asked the same ones all week.” He gave me a big tight hug and I ignored the wool of his coat feeling itchy on my cheek. “I’m very proud of you Leana, and of course I’m not talking about this selection situation… I’m sorry about-” I stopped him not wanting to have our little disagreements as today’s last memory. And I also hoped I could change his mind by the time I returned home. “We can talk about that when I come back, dad.” He nodded. “I’m starting to feel bad for our dear Prince Arin.” I scoffed a laugh.

“Lady Grant, we are past the established hours already.” I heard a lady behind me.

I turned to my friend Liv with an apologetic expression but she just smiled and waved. “I will text you… Bye! The rain started to fall harder but I had read the weather section on the paper this morning so I was properly dressed with boots and a coat over my white shirt and black pants.

I walked towards a guard who was holding an opened umbrella to cover us with it. He opened the door of the car. Then he offered to take my bag for me, but I had packed some of my old journals in there among my personal things. “Thank you… What’s your name?” “Finn Ray, my lady.” He answered confused. “I will keep this here with me, Finn.” I said in what I hoped was a reassuring tone before entering the car. I guessed he was new at guarding selected, because I noticed him turning to look at the woman in charge of the schedule. She nodded once at him and joined me inside the limousine.

By the time we got to the airport I had learned that our chauffeur was called Alan Cobb, he had been working for the palace for 3 years on special occasions. He had three kids and his wife was expecting a baby girl.

The strict lady was Miss Ramirez, she was happily single, obviously tardiness was her biggest pet peeve and she had worked there for 6 years already, but she enjoyed her job and had never thought of doing anything else, although I didn’t quite understand exactly which was her role in the royal offices of Labrador.

She left me at the boarding door after wishing me luck.

The flight to Angeles was long. I shared a plane with 3 others selected, that seemed pretty decent at first sight.

We had a polite introduction conversation before we took off, but then everyone focused on her own thing; Jen Li, -the Yale law student from Waverly- took advantage of the 8 hours flight to sleep. Alana Hansen looked out from the window almost the whole time lost in her thoughts, and based on the green tone on Regina Wright’s face I guessed she was a risky company for the moment.

I remembered I had read about her parents' unfortunate plane accident in an old newspaper, they used to be famous politicians and she was an apple that had fallen close to the tree. Hopefully not too close.

So, considering my options I prefer to write in my journals during the whole trip.

As soon as we arrived we were hurried to a room for makeovers. For me it felt more like a day in the salon, nothing drastic was made, just a few lights on my hair, perfect makeup and a stunning blue dress with matching elegant pump heels shoes.

They did insisted on giving me contact lenses, since I had forgotten to pack mine, so after a long argument with the stylist, Mariel, I decided to wear the contacts and let him enjoy “his creation”.

In the end, despite the little changes, when he showed me my reflection in the mirror, I had to recognize I was content with the upgraded version of me.

ESSENTIAL RESEARCH

The tour around the palace was quite short considering its size. I was almost sure that it was bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside, but the curiosity to see my new room, made me settle with the basic information,

I took a glance down at the little map on my hand. Eloise Hall room 28, second floor. As I headed to the stairs, the decorations and fancy details surrounding me were impossible to ignore. With every step you could find paintings by famous old artists -my mother admired- hanging on the walls, expensive vases and beautiful furniture.

Looking around I spotted one of the selected quickly scribbling some notes in a notebook. As I got closer I noticed she was my plane mate, Regina Wright. Her green tone had disappeared or maybe covered with makeup and she looked much more secure now that we were down here on earth soil.

I laughed a little bit inside walking by her side “Hope whatever you are writing is worth a bump on your head.”

“I hope so too” She said absentmindedly, not looking up from her notebook. After some seconds she took a short look at me, flipped through her notebook and quickly closed it before I could react and lean discreetly to read what she was working on.

Okay, now I’m curious.

“Excuse me, hi. Leana is it?” She gave me a polite smile.

“Yes, feeling better... Regina..? I asked faking ignorance.

She looked at me as she didn’t know why I was asking her that but then just answered, “Splendid. But please, call me Reggie.”

We continue walking up the stairs towards the second floor, while we shook hands,

“I'm Leana Grant but you can call me Lea or Lee” I said touching the arc of my glasses I had put back on as soon as I left the makeover room.

She nodded. “Alright, Lea. Journalist, correct?” She made her pen click as if she was going to start writing again. I frowned, puzzled. “You too?”

She chuckled at the question as if I should already know who she was. And the truth was, I did.

“No,” she finally said, opening her notebook again, adding something, then she continued. “So, what brings you here?”

I was sure Reggie had many qualities but subtlety wasn’t one of them.

I pressed my lips together, thinking about my motives, which one of them should I tell her? I’m here as an inside informant for The Globe; or, I’m here to live and learn about this whole selection phenomenon… I didn’t even know which one was the right answer. “... just figured I couldn't miss this whole thing, you know.”

Half- truths are always safe.

“Are you here for politics?” I added before she could even think about my answer.

She looked pleasantly surprised by my question, clearing her throat. “Yes, that is one of the reasons.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “You did your research.”

I guess it was my turn to feel recognized, but unlike her I didn’t want to be so obvious, so I shrugged. “Your name rang a bell.”

She looked at me suspiciously, lifting her chin, a slight movement I didn’t quite understand. “Is that so? That's good, I suppose. Best to be prepared.”

“Maybe you are right, I guess you actually did your research. What do you have about me?” I asked directly now, pointing at her notebook casually.

She remained serious. “Oh, just the usual. Occupation, caste, age. Name, obviously. There's 35 of us after all. Would be a shame to get anyone mixed up.”

“Well, now most of us are threes and the twos are pretty well known.”

“Yes well, obviously. Was to be expected. It's still an appropriate mix.”

Her statement made me remember her parents somehow, obviously she had their school but I wonder how much she agreed with them. “That’s... a word to describe it, yes.” I answered incredulous, “So where are you staying?” I asked, as I noticed I have already found my room.

We discovered we were room neighbors which I decided was very convenient for me. I liked people who have answers to my questions.

She was concerned about my acoustic guitar hobby and I assured her I hadn’t brought mine with me. “The music room will do.” And she assured me her studying was going to be silent.

The conversation continued but my curiosity was already unbearable, so I opened the door of my room to check it out. I didn’t want to be rude so I invited Reggie inside as we talked.

“What are you working on?” I stepped inside

She followed. “Political Science Major.”

I gave her a glance to let her know that was not the answer I was looking for.

She blinked with realization. “Oh, I see I misunderstood. Well, actually I was just writing a paper on the pros and cons of capitalism and if our country should focus more on it like we did when we were still called the 'United States'” She air quoted the name.

I looked around my room considering her answer. Suddenly my eyes met with three maids standing in line in the middle of the room. When they saw us they made a courtesy and I nodded at them as a greeting, hoping we can have proper introductions later.

“Hmm the lesser of evils... but the United States not exactly an example to be followed.” I said to Reggie.

“Exactly.” She said. I noticed her writing a mark in her notebook.

“A-are you like grading me?” I dared to ask what I had suspected since the beginning, but I didn’t want to believe. It was shocking at first but after the third mark it became amusing.

“Who else do you have in there?” I asked curiously before running next to her to peek at her notebook. She closed it again. When I looked at her she smiled at me awkwardly “No, of course not. Just remembered something.” Her notebook was behind her back, now out of my reach. She straightened her shoulders before adding, “Well, thank you kindly for your invitation, glad to have met you…”

I stayed there confused, Had I gotten it wrong? Or was I right and she didn’t want me to know? Anyway, I should have said nothing. “Alright ... glad to meet you too, see you around.” I said worried that she might be uncomfortable now.

She nodded as she headed to the door. One of the maids hurried to hold the door for her.

I frowned concerned, I couldn’t just lose a source like her. “Wait for me tomorrow, I think we can walk to the dining room together.”

She turned to give me a frown, seemingly confused by my suggestion. “But I already know where it-” then she smiled. “I will.”

As soon as Reggie left I took out the journal from the pocket of my dress and tossed on the pretty desk by a large window where I peered at the view of the Angeles city.

�� FOR THE RECORD.

After introductions my maids brought me dinner up to my room. So while I was eating the best creamy mustard chicken I ever had, we had a little chat.

Among other things we talked about I expressed my surprise when I didn’t see any Royals when we arrived. Liberty, Camila and confirmed the Schreaves didn’t plan to meet any selected tonight, we would have to wait until morning. Queen Anjeli and Princess Ayesha had to leave the palace to attend important matters and Wylan Caldwell in spite of not being a selected was currently living in the Palace. Back in Labrador, I managed between college, work and extra work to fill my schedule, my mother never liked me being out of the house so late at night or sometimes not being able to have a complete breakfast in the morning, I enjoyed being busy and drive my Vespa from one place to another, but it was hard for me to admit that one of the reasons I liked my life that way was that besides when I was concentrated writing notes on my iTypewriter; I was not good at being alone with my thoughts. That’s why when I was a child my mother bought me a ukulele to play when I was feeling anxious, which gave excellent results. Later when I entered college I took a short guitar course with the same purpose.

Therefore, later that afternoon, when my maids went back to their chores, leaving me alone I decided to leave my room to check out the music room, as I promised Reggie I would do.

It took me some minutes to find the right door downstairs but my memory had never failed me and it wasn’t going to start now.

I opened the third door in the west hall and peeked inside. I felt relieved when I saw the big piano in the last corner and dared to walk inside. Besides the piano, there were several instruments resting on their stands spread around the room, most of them to play classical music, but luckily, an acoustic guitar was among them. I was going to pick it up to test it when I spotted shelves full of old vinyl records.

I walked towards the vinyl record player, it had a beautiful vintage look, it’s big horn imitated the ancient gramophones used during the Victorian years, but I suspected to be a more recent model.

I noticed someone had left a classic record on, I wonder which one of the Royals had been listening to it as I moved the tonearm onto the outer edge of the disk, the little diamond tip to touch the groove.

I guess I still remember how to use one of this.

I stretched my arm and pulled one of the discs from the upper shelf, the others came down with it and << "KNEEE-KNEEE!!" >>

The blaring sound of violins vibrated around the room making me wince for the annoying sound filling my ears.

“Damn!” I covered my ears while trying to find a way to turn the bloody record player off before my head exploded. Overwhelmed by the sound I went on my knees and stretched my hand behind the furniture looking desperately for the plug, but before I could find any the music stopped.

I stood up still touching my ears

Have I gone deaf?

“I take you didn’t mean to do that.” I heard someone say behind me.

Okay, I haven’t

I turned around to find a guy eyeing me warily, from the corner of my eye I noticed a laptop and a couple of heavy leather books that weren't on the table before.

“I was considering turning it on but it made the decision for me,” I said without explaining.

At that moment, a couple of guards came into the room alarmed. They scanned the room quickly before looking at us puzzled.

Wylan followed my gaze and turned to them, slightly. “Just a mishap. We’re fine.” He acknowledged with a wave of his hand. I let out a sigh of relief as they left the room to return to their posts.

“First time using a record player?” He asked to continue teasing

I gave him a deadpan look. “Ha-ha I take that the last person who played it had some hearing problems.” Before I crouched to pick up the rest of the vinyl records still scattered on the carpeted floor, I noticed a smile tugging at his lips that didn’t last.

In a minute he was bending in front of me to help. “You picked some good ones.”

Suddenly we looked at each other for a second, I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at his for a second trying to figure any sign of sarcasm in them, and he just had the word “awkward” written all over his face. Obviously I was making him feel uncomfortable.

I would have laughed if I hadn’t been so busy trying to read him.

“I like classics- acoustic to be precise.” I finally said with a shrug. “Do you own any of these?”

“This John Mayer one is mine. I have some other ones too. They’re over there.” He gestured to the rack behind me, then stood up with the vinyls he helped pick up.

I raised my eyebrow and nodded approvingly. “You have some taste, I will give you that.” I looked up at him, waiting for him to offer his hand for me to help me stand, but apparently living in a castle was no guarantee of anything, so I just stood up slowly, brushing my dress.

“Some were gifts I grew to love.” He acknowledged, holding the vinyls out for me. “I’d recommend keeping the volume down before you turn it on next time.”

I took the discs to put them back in its place on the shelves “Well, you should put a sign somewhere,” I joked, a bit annoyed by his recommendation.

I adjusted my glasses and stayed standing there, admiring the vinyl records once more. My curious mind wondered about the Prince. “Which ones are Arin’s?”

“I’m not sure. He might not own any.” I caught him glancing at his things he had left on the table before back to me. “Might be a good question to ask him yourself.”

Or you’re just evading the question. But fortunately, one of the things my job had teached me was to have thick skin so I wasn’t going to let him get away so easily.

“You really don’t know or you don’t want to tell me?” I asked with an amusing tone.

He let out a small sigh, relenting a bit. “He likes The Killers. There’s probably a vinyl or two of those in here if you really need a good conversation starter.”

I faked a grimace “ugh! that piece of information should’ve hurt…” I said mockingly before adding. “I guess some advice for tomorrow’s interview is completely out of the table.”

“Depends on what advice you’re looking for,” he let out, surprising me.

I started to walk around the room still looking at him, considering my answer. “I don’t know, you are his friend... knowing a little bit about his personality would help,” I said casually, as if I didn’t already have thousands of questions listed in my head.

But somehow he knew I did. “I’ll answer one question you have. Just one.”

“So generous …” I said more to myself than to him. My hand went unconsciously inside the pocket on my dress and my fingers touched my journal inside of it, purely out of habit. Of course, I wasn’t going to take it out so I crossed my hands in front of me as I resumed my walking around the room.

“Okay…” In my mind I was looking for a single question that could indirectly tell me things about Arins personality … and why not about Mr. Uncomfortable himself too.

“How do you start getting along back in college, like how did you become friends?”

Suddenly he let out a laugh, startling me. I frowned at first, but then I decided it wasn’t so bad, it picked my curiousness further.

I looked at him genuinely amused and he begined, “We were both going for runs and without knowing, I drifted a little too close. I was listening to music and not paying attention. His bodyguard sort of…” He paused to bring his fist to his neck simulating a punch. “And took me down.” I could see he was amused, for real.

I laughed picturing the scene on my mind, considering all his previous teasing and had to admit it was a little bit entertaining to do so. “Ouch! His bodyguard does look ... fierce.” I commented remembering the man’s complexion I had seen several times on TV.

I wait for him to continue before asking, “what happened next? What did Arin say?”

His smile was more like a ghost on his face now, not physically there but somehow still present. “He apologized. After that we found out we shared a couple classes together and I offered to help him study for exams.”

“That’s an epic story… I bet it left you marked for some days.” I made a grimace, touching my neck, imagining the pain.

“Swallowing hurt, to say the least,” he said, remembering. After a minute, he combed a hand through his hair. “ Did that satisfy your question?”

“Hmm yeah, it was good, for now” I answered scoffing a laugh. The truth was I didn’t expect to enjoy his story that much, but I just couldn’t settle with only one question, but it wasn’t convenient to push more questions on him now.

Fortunately he didn’t refuse, he just rolled his eyes at me, amused. “Alright, well I have to get back to work. At least try to not deafen the entire palace again.”

“I can’t promise anything.” I let out, finally taking the acoustic guitar from its stand, while he turned to gather his things.

“Reassuring.” He gave me a side glance and started walking out the room, he offered a two fingered salute before disappearing behind the opened door.

After a second, while looking down at the guitar already in place on my lap, I compelled, “Wylan... thanks!”

“You're welcome.”

I heard him say from the hallway just before I started strumming the guitar strings, hoping its sound was enough to help me survive the first night.

#OC 6 #PC part 2 #Reggie Wright #Wylan Caldwell #((thanks again to Cassey for reading and giving me some perspective ))

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finn0 · 5 years ago

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All the houses I’ve lived in

1. 94 Queens Rd, New Lambton, NSW

My parents current house since 1989 and the house I’ve had sex with the most people in. A regular two storey house opposite bush on a nice street with neighbours that don’t talk to you (perfect). 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms with air con, a big fireplace, pool and massive garage. Lovely, but I don’t expect to inherit it so the attachment must remain minimal.

2. 11 Cobb Ct, Annandale, QLD

Okay formative toddler years were spent here. A tropical style bungalow with the lowest ceilings you’ve ever seen and even lower hanging ceiling fans (take off your shirt with caution). A massive pool constantly populated with cane toads year round that saturated the yard with chlorine every time a cyclone blew through. More floor space than is necessary for anyone. Horrible, angry neighbours that hated children. Short walk to shops, no air con despite Townsville being the armpit of the country. I spent almost all of time sitting on a Big Bird beanbag watching Sesame Street and screaming in abject terror every time there was a toad sitting in the toilet bowl (which was worryingly frequent).

3. 27 Woodrose Cres, Sinnamon Park, QLD

Literally the ugliest house I’ve ever seen in my life. Gaudy, over-tiled, far too big for any family, nothing but white tiles everywhere and not a tree, nor plant, nor weed in the backyard, just grass the colour of hay. Who in Brisbane requires an attic? Who requires THAT many bedrooms? What the FUCK is that suburb name? This house we thankfully lived in for no more than 7 months but good God what a relief.

4. 45 Clarence Rd, Waratah, NSW

My grandmother Bessie’s house. We lived there for a year while I was in pre-school and while my parents house was being renovated. Absolutely fascinating house that each grandchild loved to visit. The most bizarre things were to be found there. First of all it was a regular 2 bedroom home with gaudy wallpaper and a 1950′s kitchen and bathroom, plenty of living space etc. BUT the bizarre flat that was downstairs under the house that was built for my great-grandmother to inhabit was like stepping a 1950′s motel room. Pea green bathroom, pink kitchen, rising damp, mouldy wallpaper, dust upon dust upon bugs upon discarded venetian blinds. Oh my goodness it was amazing down there. It smelled like a nursing home. PLUS under the house was this enormous space all covered in dirt and other crap and trinkets and sheets. ZERO light penetrated this space and therefore was the best place to crawl around and get spooked. The laundry, also under the house, had high ceilings that were stained a Jackson Pollock amount of colours from years of laundry and rising damp and rain leaks AND leading from under the cupboards in the kitchen upstairs was a laundry chute that led all the way down to the laundry WHICH smaller grandchildren could actually fit into and snake their way down to avoid the prying eyes of older cousins during games of hide and seek. Until you were too big to fit. Like I found out one day. Not an easy search and rescue mission, I’ll tell you that. OH AND the back bedroom had some creepy as shit naked dolls with no hair and meth eyes that rolled back in their head along with like strange 60′s childrens paraphenalia and tiny trinkets that I later found out were things like ACTUAL jewels from Scotland and vintage broken Rolex watches. Also I remember sleeping in that room in my mothers childhood single bed while she slept next to me in another, while my father slept next to my grandmother in a separate single bed in her room (why??). Later after she died, new owners bought the place and my mother met them after a few years and asked if they thought the place was haunted to which they replied an unequivocal “YES”, my mother then asked if they left dishes out in the sink of a night, to which they replied “.....yes” and Mum was like “Well that’s the culprit, my mother would NEVER allow that” and the look of understanding coupled with genuine fear cements the fact that my grandmother was and is a motherfucking force to be reckoned with, alive or dead.

5. 7/58 High St, Randwick, NSW

I moved to Sydney! Why? I don’t know! My partner was doing a degree at UNSW and I went with him because I was 21 and couldn’t stand my parents any longer so I buggered off. Now. This apartment was a second floor walk-up in a WW1 era building opposite a hospital and BEHIND a Coles loading dock. Plus there was a screaming autistic Arabian child downstairs and the loudest dog you’ve ever heard next door. Serene. Peaceful. Damaging to the psyche. We lived with my partners brother which was fine, but that place not only had no heating nor ceiling fans it also had no flyscreens. I didn’t even have my own set of keys. I shared ONE set of keys with my partner for two years. Fucking ridiculous. Yes, the food nearby was good. Yes, I commuted back to Newcastle most weekends to keep my casual job. Yes the neighbours were fascinating, ranging from the American guy across the way who never ever closed his bathroom window and gave me many shows of his frankly monstrous penis, to the chainsmoking nurse below who had a permanent frown despite living across the street from her work, to the Koreans downstairs who constantly cooked delicious barbecue while pretending to not speak English, to the gorgeous gay couple who lived above us who could add a new synonym to the dictionary to define “unfriendly”. We got out just before the new light rail was to begin construction right outside our building, but regardless, because of all the noise that surrounded that place before that, I now can sleep through the sound of a fucking jet engine roaring right next to my face.

6. 145 Wilson St, Carrington, NSW

Back to Newy! Okay so this was the first house we even Googled when looking for a new place back in Newcastle, and weirdly, we got it!. It was a tiny cottage in a harbourside suburb that was across the the street from wheat silos that are literally the size of Windsor castle. The day we moved in, a representative of the Port Authority knocked on our door and told us that if we ever heard a particular siren, that it meant the silos were on fire and an explosion was imminent and that we would have about 10 minutes to evacuate before half the city was Hiroshima-ed. Lovely welcome. We heard that siren (or a siren at least) about 50 times in the 2 years we were there. Pretty alarming, as it were. Anyway, the house was literally 3 rooms and a kitchen, 2 tiny cubicle afterthought bathrooms, and a nice big back deck. Now I was happy there, it had everything I needed, it was pleasant. I had a good garden going and I really learned to cook there. Carrington is where my family is originally from, and it was easy to walk everywhere and I loved the history of it. However, our landlord was a Chinese lady called Winnie who could not have misunderstood the concept of landlord responsibilities less. Any repairs or things we needed, she was not just unavailable but actively apathetic. It was like pulling teeth to get her to even communicate to the property manager in even basic English in regards to anything we required. Our neighbours on one side were a lovely couple with 2 babies but they had a dog called Trippi that would bark whenever someone in the opposite hemisphere coughed, and on the other side were a couple in their 70′s who were both suffering dementia, constantly screaming at each other and who also had two elderly dogs that would bark whenever someone nearby inhaled. For two years I heard literally nothing except Matt’s piano, Trippi barking, the other dogs barking, the neighbours angrily SCREAMING at one another, wheat silo alarms, screeching train tracks and coal tankers blasting their horns as they entered the harbour. Again, seasoned professional, can sleep through anything.

7. 46 Garden Grove Pde, Adamstown Heights, NSW

Alright, so two friends of mine, also a couple, were living in a tiny half house situation and also wanted out of their place, so we decided to all move in together, into a place that was much larger and that we could all collectively afford. So we found this lovely large house with 4+ bedrooms so that we could all have our own space and get on rather well. And it worked out! My partner and I had a great big bedroom, Matt had his own study, we had a library, a music room, and my friends had an enormous bedroom downstairs plus a huge bathroom/laundry AND there was 3 tiers of yard that we grew all sorts of vegetables in, plus it had a driveway that looped around (I would call it a plantation driveway?) so heaps of space for everyone. It was great, plenty of space for guests which we had a lot of, plenty of outdoor areas for entertaining, it was wonderful. But unfortunately my friends relationship ended and an old friend took one of their places for a year (also fine) but eventually it turned out that the place was getting sold and after literally months of surprise inspections and open houses we’d all had enough and decided to move out separately. Now this so far has been my favourite place. It was 10 minutes to work, everyone had their own space and we lived, I think, pretty well harmoniously together. But nothing good lasts so now...!\

8. *** Kings Rd, New Lambton, NSW

From Queens Rd to Kings Rd! We found a gorgeous house right near a train station that I am currently in and pretty happy with. For the first time I have ceiling fans again plus air con and FOUR bedrooms that I barely know what to do with. Currently I’m sitting in my study surrounded by all my books with the fan on typing this out and it feels good to have my own space for a change and actually have trouble furnishing a house as opposed to making concessions about what I keep and what I can’t. I’ve planted a veggie garden, I have my kitchen the way I want, and the house has been renovated, re-carpeted, painted and made livable for a modern couple. We have spare space for guests (or a spare room for me when I don’t want to wake up Matt when I go to bed at 3am, but that’s the sleep pattern of a shift worker) and overall I feel good about it. Finally. I’ve been looking for a good home to just COME HOME to for ages and for a long time I haven’t really felt that. My last home was lovely, but honestly 3 tiers of gardens to maintain and roommates (though they remain dear friends) are just not what I want to deal with anymore. Actually not even that, I’d be fine with roommates, but it’s just nice to feel like I have MY house and it’s mine to come home to.

Anyway, apologies for this long post, and I know barely anyone will read it, but I started this blog TEN years ago so and I don’t have a print journal to write all of this stuff in, so I might as well talk here. HOUSES! If they’re not haunted, then where’s the drama we so desperately crave?

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 6 years ago

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Haven Raised- Chapter 5

Summary: Harry’s life is completely changed when his aunt and uncle are forced to take him to a funeral at a relatives. Now being raised by Primrose Evans, her sister Grace and the citizens of Havenfall, his life is going to be a roller coaster.

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No panicking. No panicking. Just breathe. Just breathe. He told himself, gripping Spot’s leash tightly. He was happy he'd gotten permission to have the dog with him. He wouldn't be able to stand it otherwise.

“Hello!” A voice said, startling Harry and causing him to almost fall over. Spot barked. “Whoa! Sorry about that.” An older boy moved to stand in front of Harry. “Didn't mean to surprise you. He your guide dog?”

“Companion animal,” Harry said honestly. The boy nodded and offered his hand.

“I'm Cedric Diggory. It's nice to meet you,” the boy said.

“Harry Potter, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He said like his mom usually did when she was in a situation with strangers. The boy looked surprised before he smiled.

“Would you like a hand with your trunk… oh! You got a shrinking one?”

“My mother’s idea. She said it was a better idea then having to haul one around for the next seven years.” Harry told the boy who nodded.

“Fair,” Cedric said. He did help Harry find a nice compartment though- commenting about Hedwig.

“My uncle believed it would be a great idea for me to contact him this way. I moved to America when I was young and while we have a mailbox an owl is quicker for him and me.” Harry told Cedric who nodded his understanding. He left to go find his friends and Harry pulled out a book on magizoology while petting Spot. After a while, the door opened up and a red-haired boy came in.

“Do you mind? Everywhere else is full.” The boy said.

“Not at all,” Harry said. The boy blinked and looked a little nervous but sat down.

“I'm Ron Weasley.” He said cautiously and Harry took a breath.

“I'm Harry Potter. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Ron looked shocked.

“You are?!?” Harry winced, unable to control that. Ron also flinched seeing the wince. “Sorry.”

“It's…” His mom's voice came into his mind, saying never apologize for his feelings. “Alright. I… had an unpleasant experience living with my aunt and uncle before I went to live with my adoptive mother. I'm not a fan of loud noises.” Harry pet Spot a bit more. Ron looked confused but shook his head.

“Where do you grow up then? In the Wizarding World in America?”

“No. My mother is a muggle though she does have contacts with the magical world. I grew up in a small town in Indiana- a State in the US.”

“Wicked,” Ron said. “Do you have any siblings? I've got six of them.”

“That's quite an amount!” Harry said in surprise. “I don't have any siblings really. My mother’s younger sister is only seven years older then I and she's always been more of a sister than an aunt but she is still my aunt. We were raised together.”

“Cool,” Ron said. “I'm the youngest boy. Every single one of my brothers has done something great, meaning if I do something awesome they've already done it.” He looked gloomy as he spoke. Harry could sympathize. Some of JD’s stories or Razi’s comments about their siblings being better than them came to mind.

“My mother’s boss- Razi- has an older sibling he says was always better,” Harry said slowly, remembering the talk Razi gave him when he was upset at not getting the highest grade in the class. “He currently runs the family business and is known as one of the kindest men in town. It doesn't matter what your siblings did- it matters how you do them.”

“... thanks,” Ron said, smiling a little. “Umm… what house do you think you'll be in?”

“I don't know. This is the first item I encountered a House system truthfully.” Harry shrugged.

“They don't have it in America?” Ron asked in surprise. Harry shook his head.

“Not at all.” Harry hummed. “Truthfully I feel Hufflepuff would be the best choice for me. I am hardworking and my mother often taught me that being a hard worker is all it takes to succeed. As well… she's always been a loyal woman. She chose to give up her dreams for me and Grace- her sister- because she didn't want us to be raised by people who didn't care for us.” He shrugged.

“She raised you and her sister?” Ron asked.

“Her parents died when she and Grace where young and their grandmother died when she was given a scholarship to a culinary school- a cooking school,” Harry clarified at Ron’s confused look. “She's worked herself to the bone to be a good parent for me and a good sister for Grace.”

“Wow.” Ron hesitated. “You know, my mum was one of the top five students in her year. She chose to be a stay at home mum with my older brother Bill. And then she kept having us and she could have…”

“You don't realize how much your parents care until it's staring in your face,” Harry said. Ron nodded, a thoughtful look on his face. Spot barked from Harry’s lap and Harry happily pet him.

“How do you have two pets?” Ron asked then, curious and a little jealous though he wouldn't admit it.

“Hedwig was a gift from a friend of my biological parents so I can keep in contact with him. My mother and I have a mailbox set up I can carry with me to send letters and magic proof phones.” Harry explained. “Spot is a companion animal for my anxiety and panic attacks.” Ron winced then.

No longer jealous at all.

“I've got Scabbers,” Ron said then, pulling the rat out of his pocket. Spot suddenly lifted his head to stare at the rat for a long moment before putting his head back down. “He was Percy’s rat for a few years but he got an Owl for being Prefect-”

“What is a Prefect?” Harry asked in confusion. Ron blinked at Harry.

“Blimey, you really are not used to this school huh?” With that, Ron launched into a description of the school. Harry listened carefully, nodding to show he understood some comments.

The door opened after a while when the conversation turned to Quidditch- a game that Harry was fairly certain his mother would have a panic attack herself if he played. A witch pushing a trolley was outside the door.

“Anything off the trolley dears?” Ron winced and pulled out a sandwich while Harry pulled some coins out of his pocket. His mom had figured that there would be someone there with food but had still given him a lunch, just so he could buy some treats but not just eat junk food.

“Ron, can you help me pick?” Harry asked him, redhead. “I'll buy you something as well?” Ron blinked and looked uncomfortable but stood up. They bought a small collection of treats- Harry thinking of Dr. Diego’s look if he bought too much. The downside of his mother is friends with a doctor, something he told Ron about.

“Aren't doctors those nutters who cut people up?” Ron asked in confusion.

“No. A doctor is… like a healer.” Harry said, remembering the word in a book. “Dr. Diego is the town doctor and usually handles colds or immunizations or other things. He does do surgery at times- which is cutting someone open but there have been hundreds of years of history to figure these things out.”

“Huh. Cool. And he’s friends with your mum?”

“Yes. He's friends with her boss and often comes to her workplace for a drink and the two talk.” Harry shrugged. “After school, I would go to the bowling alley to do homework and chat with her.”

“Bowling alley? That where she works?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, getting more and more used to Rob and dropping the formal tone. Ron noticed but didn't say anything. “It's like a second home. Razi helped me a lot through the ears and JD’s fun-”

“JD a coworker of your mums?”

“Yeah. They're pretty hilarious.” Harry said. Ron looked confused again and Harry elaborated. “They're nonbinary and always having Sheriff Hunt come in to yell.”

“Sheriff?”

“Hmmm, I think the term I can use is Auror? She's the boss of our town’s division.”

“Wicked. JD causes trouble? And what's nonbinary?” Harry began explaining some of JD’s funnier stories while also explaining what nonbinary was. The two boys had a laugh and ate their packed meals first. “That's American food then?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, munching on his burger his mom had bought for him from Stop and Go and put into his enchanted lunch box. “It's my favorite. Mom takes me out every once in a while to get one. She did learn how to cook Indian food from this woman named Chetas but like… I really wanted a burger before we left.”

“Cool,” Ron said, nodding. The candy was weird to Harry though he really wished he could give JD some of the Every Flavoured Beans for a laugh. They would be so angry it would be funny.

“I'm not a huge pure chocolate person,” Harry said, looking at the chocolate frogs he had gotten Ron.

“Why not?” Ron asked. Harry shrugged.

“Dunno.” The door opened then and Harry’s spine stiffened. Ron noticed it and frowned as a bushy-haired girl came into the compartment.

“Have either of you seen a toad?” She asked in a bossy voice. “A boy named Neville has lost his.” Harry shook his head as did Ron.

“Terribly sorry but no we did not,” Harry said politely. The girl looked at him and frowned.

“Dogs aren't allowed at Hogwarts.” Harry frowned in turn.

“I received special permission to have Spot with me,” Harry said. The girl scowled.

“That's unfair. The rules are there for a reason and you flaunting them is wrong!” She said, huffing. Harry simply stared at her, feeling his heartbeat picking up. “I'll talk to the Headmaster and-”

Harry began breathing raggedly, his lungs compressing and eyes widening. No, no, he can't lose Spot. He can't-

“Harry!” Ron said, standing up as Spot barked and moved to sit in Harry’s lap fully. The girl looked shocked. Ron turned to her, glaring. “Get out. You're being rude and mean and we don't want you in here.” The girl looked hurt as Ron went to Harry, keeping back a bit and feeling lost.

“Uh, Harry ummm… can you breathe, please? Just breathe okay?” Ron said in a nervous tone. The girl left, running off to find someone as Harry hugged Spot, shaking and having a hard time breathing. “Look if you have permission they won't take Spot, promise, alright?” Ron said, guessing what it was given Harry had said the dog was a companion animal and not a pet.

“Hey-” a third year wearing yellow and black robes came in. “Heard the commotion… shit.” The boy said softly. “Panic attack. Harry- it's me, Cedric. You met me this morning. Can you take a deep breath and hold it?” The boy asked soothingly. Ron watched like a hawk as the boy calmed down Harry even when Percy showed up with the girl. Percy held her back and watched carefully.

Once Harry was calm he also looked incredibly embarrassed, hiding his face in Spot’s fur.

“Panic attack?” Percy asked. Cedric nodded. “Alright- Ron, give him a bit of space yes? He’ll be alright. We’ll inform the teachers just in case but he's okay now.”

“What about his dog!” The girl demanded. Ron turned to give her a nasty look.

“Shove off!” He told her. She looked incredibly offended as Percy frowned.

“Please be polite Ron, and I assume it's a companion animal. He's here for health reasons and thus he was given special permission to have him.” The girl scowled.

“He could have-”

“He said he had special permission and you made him sick!” Ron told her, glaring at her. She looked upset as a boy came up to them.

“Umm Hermione? Have you found my toad?”

“Missing your pet? Here, I'll teach you a quick charm-” Cedric said, standing up and ushering the group out, leaving Ron and Harry alone. Percy went with them, obviously realizing they needed to leave the compartment.

Ron stood there, glaring at the door while Harry took shallow breaths.

This girl had caused a kid who looked like he had a bit of a hard time in life to have a panic attack- whatever that was- all because of her stupid want to be right from what Ron could tell. Whatever house she was in, he didn't want to be near. Even if it meant following Harry to Slytherin, that girl was annoying and rude!

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Harry and Ron had just changed into their uniform after the battle when the door opened again, Harry tensing and Ron moving in front of Harry slightly. Harry was thankful to Ron for that, feeling a bit calmer now that his friend was with him.

“I heard Harry Potter was in this compartment,” said the blonde. He looked annoyed for some reason as he spoke. Harry swallowed.

“That quite depends on who is asking,” he said, mimicking his mother’s tone when she was trying to be polite but cold to people. The boy scowled but tried to hide it.

“Draco Malfoy.” Harry immediately remembered his mom and her talks about the Malfoy family. She had said to be careful but not to think the worst of the son. That was rude and cruel.

“I see,” Harry said in as neutral a tone as possible. Ron snorted himself. His dad had hated the Malfoy patriarch ever since he had cut funding to their office. Luckily with the truth about the whole seat not being there's coming out, they got more money coming in now- meaning he and his siblings all had new wands now which was great.

It was nice to remember that moment of happiness on his dad’s face.

“Think my name is funny to do you?” Malfoy sneered at Ron who scowled at him. “Red hair, muggle clothing? You're either a mudblood or a Weasley.” Ron snarled at that. You did not say that word! That was disgusting!

Harry frowned though. That sounded like an awful word and this kid was using it?

“I can help you Potter,” Malfoy said. “Show you that some Wizarding families are better than others?” He offered his hand. Harry ignored it.

“I believe I am more than able to find the right sort for myself. Now please leave. Spot is hungry and I'd rather not pull him off you.” The dog growled and Draco looked nervous before snarling at Harry wordlessly, leaving the compartment with a bang.

“That was brilliant,” Ron told Harry. Spot barked happily and the two boys traded smiles. It was the start of a great friendship.

The train soon arrived at school and the boys left, Spot having to be left behind while the boys were gone, but Harry felt safe with Ron honestly. He had already stuck up for him! It was a nice feeling. Sure some of his friends back home were cool but… they wouldn't have done this.

The guy calling all the first years over was huge! Harry was a little nervous about him but he smiled at everyone and just gave off this cheerful vibe as he got them all to come over to a bunch of boats.

“No more than four to a boat!” The giant man called. Harry and Ron, as well as two girls who looked like twins, got into the boat. They waited patiently as everyone was seated and then off they went.

The first sight of the castle made Harry’s breathe hitch, eyes wide as he stared at the amazing place. He heard Ron gasp as well, staring at the sight.

There were no words to describe it, other than amazing.

At one point in their journey, Harry suddenly felt like he was back in the safety of the bowling alley, having a cup of hot chocolate and chatting with Razi, but it faded rather fast. That was weird. Maybe it was a ward to help them feel protected in a certain place? He had always felt the most protected at the bowling alley.

Once they got to the castle, they were introduced to a woman that the big man called Professor McGonagall. Harry sort of remembered her from when she visited with Dumbledore. She looked as impressive as she did before.

She was giving some speech he didn’t pay much attention to, instead, he was looking around and trying to see if the girl was around. He’d prefer to avoid her, definitely.

They had to wait for a little while in the room, while Ron was wondering about the sorting.

“It can’t hurt. Can you imagine parents letting their kids be hurt?” Harry asked Ron softly when he mentioned his brother saying it hurt.

“Nah, guess you’re right mate… you doing alright?”

“Yeah.” Harry agreed quietly. “Just hope this ends sooner than not.” A handful of ghosts came through the walls then, all chatting about something.

“Oh!” New students said one of them, acting incredibly surprised… and remarkably like JD when they were acting innocent. Harry’s eyes narrowed as he watched the rest of the interaction.

“That looks staged,” he told Ron as McGonagall came back in. Ron blinked and then looked thoughtful.

“Huh. I suppose it was. Weird.” Ron shook his head but followed McGonagall without much more thought. Harry just thought it made sense for it to happen like that. Introduce the kids to ghosts early so they didn’t freak out later.

There was a hat on a stool in front of everyone in the huge hall they entered. Harry felt nervous, staring at it before it suddenly began to sing.

As it sang, Harry just stared, feeling shocked and confused. That was… that was weird. What?

“We just have to try on a hat?! I’m going to kill the twins- they went on about wrestling a troll!” Ron grumbled.

“That hat just sang,” Harry said, blinking. He shook his head. “Magic, right. At least it sounded better than JD’s death metal.”

“What?” Ron asked.

“A type of music,” Harry told Ron. The two watched as people went up to the hat and said hat would shout out names. Some took awhile, and others were fast.

The girl who had accidentally triggered a panic attack was named Hermione Granger apparently, and she went into Gryffindor which was the House of the Brave. Ron looked horrified and Harry just hoped he got into Hufflepuff as he wanted.

Malfoy went into Slytherin, something he also decided he wanted to avoid.

When his term came, everyone was whispering in awe and shock as he walked up to the stool, trying to ignore everyone as he sat down, focusing on Ron who was looking at him and mouthing encouraging things.

When the hat was dropped on his head, it blocked everything. Wow he was small

“Well, well, well. What an interesting mind…” mused the hat on his head. Harry took a quick breath in surprise and gripped the seat of his stool. “Such a strong mind, such talent… oh, what interesting people you know young Mr. Potter… now where to put you…” Harry’s mind turned to Hufflepuff, the loyalty his mother showed to him and Grace, the fact she worked so hard for him and Grace to be happy. He thought of Sheriff Hunt and her strengths, her hard work. Of the people in Havenfall and how strong they were, their loyalty to one another, even if they didn’t like each other. Like the time JD’s brother rolled into town and they turned him away. Even Luce.

“Well, seems I know the answer.” The hat said. “Better be… HUFFLEPUFF!” Harry let out a sigh of relief even as what felt like shock gripped the hall. McGonagall removed the Hat, but her face was shocked Harry noticed, the boy standing up and ignoring the shocked looks.

And then Ron began clapping. And soon a yellow and black table burst into cheers and shouts. Harry sat down at the table with a grin, next to a boy named Ernie who shook his hand happily. Harry grinned and waited for Ron’s sorting, feeling very nervous.

Ron himself felt nervous, sitting underneath the hat. He didn’t know what he wanted. He knew what Harry had said about loyalty, about doing something different… and…

“Well if you’re sure… better be… HUFFLEPUFF.”

Meanwhile in Havenfall…

Prim propped her head on her hand, staring at the wall of the bar. She was already missing her kid terribly. Barely eight hours ago she’d dropped him off- though everyone thought it was yesterday- and all she wanted to do was see him again.

“Hey, why the long face?” Asked one of the men at the bar. She gave a half smile.

“Hello, Stan. I’m just… a little tired. A little sad. My kid’s gone off to school now and I’m feeling old.” She joked. The man laughed.

“Eh, you can say your old when you're my age. Your kid will be fine, yeah? He got into some special boarding school I heard?”

“Yes, he is.” Prim agreed. Very special.

“Well then, he’ll be fine! He’ll have a bunch of stories to tell and fun new things to try. And you can have some fun, huh?” He teased and Prim laughed.

“Thanks, Stan. Want your usual drink?”

“I’d love it, thank you.” The old man smiled at her and she grinned back. Diego who was sitting near Stan gave him a look.

“Mr. Lee, need I remind you that you are not to drink too much?”

“Bah, let me have fun. When you get to my age you take what you can get.” Prim giggled at the two, smiling to herself.

Harry would be just fine.

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I would like to dedicate the small part at the end to Stan Lee, may his legend live on.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I do want to address the part with Hermione, Now, before anyone says anything- Hermione is the beginning is an annoying and bossy little girl. I like Hermione!! She's an awesome character and a sweet kid. I really do like her!! I just also know that neither Ron or Harry would like her in the beginning. I needed a solid reasoning for this dislike when I put the boys into Hufflepuff and the idea of her accidentally triggering a panic attack came to mind. So here we are!! Don't worry- she'll be best friends with Ron/Harry soon!!

Small plot point:

Why no Goyle or Crabbe? The Malfoy family lost a lot of clout with their bull with the seat. Meaning the boys don't want to be near Draco, too dangerous for their standing in the house.

#haven raised #harry potter #havenfall is for lovers

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beaubcxton · 7 years ago

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hold my hand (luna/neville fic)

Happy Birthday, @wizardingworldwaitforme I hope you like this camp au though it hardly has any camp moments xx You’re sweeter than Luna and I love you. Its around 1k only xx

Neville was pacing.

The constant and irking patter carried the taste of dread with every step.

Everyone had their quirks. Ginny karate was an indicator that you were an arse who would soon say ouch. Hermione’s dazed look was a sign she was onto something big and Neville’s pacing brought a sense of foreboding.

He was at camp. Where the brave become cowards, apparently. The cold bite of the unusual midnight wind didn’t seem to faze him nor the constant howls. (He did shut the window when his roommate stirred.) As a nature enthusiast, he took pride in his reaction to the outdoors. Quite the opposite to how his fellow campers groaned and whined when they noticed mud dazzling their pants.

Well, Luna didn’t grumble but she was Luna.

It was all rather fine for him. (Well, that’s what he tried to convince himself.) Too perfect. He should have known that it was the calm before the storm.

It was all bloody fantastic till he was rocking in his bed at 2 am, staring at the door and waiting for it to burst open.

His rigid stance brought back memories when he was a weak child, dependent and burdening to his family. Quick to dismiss the incoming and sudden morbid thoughts, he chewed his nails tills the sound of hooves was a mere background sound.

Pacing next to his bed, he’s careful not to step on anything that might creek. He tries to distract himself by making a cup of hot chocolate. His mother used to say, there was a nothing a good cup of chocolate can’t cure. That was true when she was alive. Now, he cringed as the bittersweet taste stung his throat.

This was all his fault, really. He thought it’d be fun. The adventurer in him relished the idea of a fun packed vacation. The brochures certainly made it seem interesting. The canoe drifting lazily on the lake with a sign, Peace Paradise was a lie. It really was. He should have known not to trust an alliteration.

Two weeks in and Neville found no tranquility in the food nor his room.

A mixture of amusement and fascination poured from him when he noticed a poisonous worm in his noodles. It was rare!!! That’s why I was excited!, he had tried to justify himself later on.

The fact that he’d been made counselor considerably brightened him. And the fact that his roommate was his best friend, Luna.

Flickering his eyes towards her for a brief second, a smiles curves his face. She was beyond perfect. They’d known each other since they were tiny tods. Several deaths in his family and hers brought them closer than they could possibly imagine.

Luna was they very definition of everything good in this world.

At the beginning of camp, it was hard for him. He’d come out as demisexual to his grandmother before he left and she’d scoffed, telling him he was just confused and “Neville, can you hand me that basket? I’d rather not discuss such ridiculous things with you.” Luna nodded when he told her and then started talking about brownies. (“Daddy thinks war hoops live in brownies. They’re demi too. Im bi, by the way.”)

They’d play board games every evening as they ate marshmallows.

(“Aspoliahdi is a word, Neville.”

“It really isn't.”

She had thrown him a look like, really?

“Aspoliahdu is a word not aspoliahdi.”

She had hummed like she always did, conveying a mix between assurance and disagreement. “Well, if you’re sure.” )

She was like Theia, the Greek goddess of light. Each hello, each you okay? Each see you later was dunked in joy.

Sometimes, they drank milk- Luna added honey in it. “Keeps the wackspurts away”, she explained when he asked- before they slept. Luna crunched on chocolate biscuits as Neville weaved a story about gods and-

“Nev?”

He startles. “Sorry, I didnt mean to wake you.”

Luna yawns, her wide blue eyes shutting for a second and then, she hops off the bed. “What’s wrong?“

He laces his hands together, embarrassment flushing his cheeks pink.

“Its nothing.”

She tilts her head waiting, the flower clip tangled in her hair, flutters on the bed.

“I think there’s a deer outside.” He mumbles, finally. “And, I’m not quite fond of them.”

Fond is an understatement. To say he was rather embarrassed and dead frightened would also be an understatement. Everytime a picture of a deer- or a stag- was slapped in front of him, he had shut his eyes immediately and his toes had curled.

Unlike most people, there was no back story, no justifiable explanation for this ridiculous terror. He just found them absolutely weird.

And when people laughed, he’d asked, “What if a deer attacks you with its antlers? Its been known to do that.” They’d laugh. Again.

His roommate moves past the absurdity of the situation and nodded wisely.

Breaking the silence, a grunt followed by a snort is heard and he jumps instinctively. When she doesn’t laugh at his awkwardness, he has an urge to compliment her- as he always does- but lets the moment pass.

“It’s a klonseki.”

Moving to his bed, he tightens his fingers with the cheap cotton bedsheets. “What’s that?”

“Klonseki.” She repeats her voice, almost as light as milk. “They’re ah, rather silent creatures except for times like this. Not dangerous though, they just want to play. Daddy and I used to feed them when Mother was alive.”

Cautious how to respond, he nods as she glides and flops next to him. She props her knees on the bed and he lazily drapes his blanket over her feet.

“You don’t need to worry. I must warn you that they dislike fear. Makes them all jittery and-“She gestures vaguely

A clumsy smile forms its way on his face, speaking volumes about the gratitude he owes her.

They sit like that for a long time, quietly swaying to invisible music. Neville breaks the silence first and they talk about their favorite chocolate, their favorite wackskpurt and their favorite toad.

“Breathe, Neville. Calm up.”

“How’d you know I was nervous?”

“You’ve been tapping your foot for the last three minutes. It’ll be alright. They don’t like entering cabins. Poor things. All alone in the cold.”

He likes that about her. She knows him. The very act of bothering to listen to him drowns his heart in love. Such kindness, she bore. Luna was the only one who made him feel sane in all his seventeen years.

And now, he’s becoming a sap.

Wavy handwriting catches his attention. It’s a card; Luna had drawn on it and written Happy bee–day. A faint blush blooms on her cheeks as she notices his sudden staring.

Shutting his eyes when he hears a snort, he’s distracted as Luna slips her hand in his and hums.

“Want to garden tomorrow?”

It’s barely a whisper in the quiet room that previously swelled with his anxiety but her breath is all he can focus on. All his fears, all his nightmares ushered away with that calm lilt.

He smiles at her abashed. “Of course.”

#mine #luna x neville #neville x luna #nuna fanfiction #harry potter #luna lovegood #neville longbottom

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queeranarchist · 5 years ago

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Just Married Letter

Hey!! Good to see you here!! Feel free to scroll through my letter tag if you want some more ideas <3

For this exchange the only thing I hardcore request is that the people getting married love each other. I’m okay with them not being in a relationship yet, some good old mutual pining not thinking the other one thinks they love them is fine, but I want them to love each other in the end pls.

Likes: trans characters, queer themes, queer solidarity, character development, strong gen relationships and interactions with other characters outside of the relationship in general, dialogue driven story, non-linear narrative, animals

Dislikes: soulmate/destiny based stuff (unless its angrily going against destiny),

DNW: NSFW with under age characters, a/b/o, non-con

Feel free to go with any tags I’ve added but here are some suggestions :)

Final Fantasy

I love the whole gang here and how they interact with each other! I’d love a story that includes all of them and how much they mean to each other, be it in a poly ship or gen friendship. I’m a massive sucker for trans Gladio but in my heart, none of the gang are straight or cis so y’know.

I’m also down for arranged marriage but actually just friends and in love with other people or breach of promise of marriage - in regards to starting with Luna/Noct - didn’t want to tag these incase i matched with someone who wanted to write end game luna/noct

“We Could Be Dead Tomorrow So Let’s Get Married Today” AND dying in each other’s arms on their wedding night Final Fantasy leans hard-core into those angsty tropes and I got to say I love it. I’m here for “We Could Be Dead Tomorrow So Let’s Get Married Today” being set either during the final battle where they know Noct is going to die or at any other point because these kids have it rough and that way you could either swing a sad he’s dead now or a happy he’s not! Whichever you’re feeling!If you end with death I really want to see all the (remaining) gang grieving together, whether you have them as being in a relationship or are writing Prompto/Noctis

Drunken Marriage Okay I’m picturing less the Vegas style drunken wedding but all of them around the camp fire after a long day, knocking back a few too many before thinking fuck this we’re in love let’s just get married right now.If writing Prompto/Noctis you can have Ignis or Gladio be an officiant for some obscure reason or pair this with poly group act as officiators for each other

Choosing an Engagement Ring You could pair this with having to be kind of subtle because Noct is technically promised/going to be promised, depending on when you set this, to someone else and have some nice angst while looking for the ring

Their Marriage Can Never Be Legal (But That’s Okay) Insert Noctis has to marry Luna angst – plot twist Luna lives and the second half of the game doesn’t exist, turns out she’s a lesbian and Noct and her co raise children and are great friends while loving their own partners separately

BNHA I really love the idea of these guys being together since high school OR everyone thinking they’ve been together since high school. I also adore all of 1A, bar Mineta, and would like them to exist in the story if possible! Feel free to include background Kirishima/Bakugou

Choosing an Engagement Ring Okay it would be cute if both of them are thinking about proposing and cut between Hizashi being all need to find something practical and logical! And Aizawa trying to find something fancy for Hizashi and them both doing the absolute MOST for each other

A Game Of ‘Fuck Marry Kill’ Somehow Becomes Legally Binding Oh shit we didn’t mean to do this but whatevs we’re in love anyway OR them doing it way back when and not actually dating/knowing they like each other and then down the track one of them asks the other out and it’s like ‘why not we’re already married.’

Everyone Thought They Were Already Married and Someone/Everyone Thinks They’re Married “But you’ve lived together since high school and call each other sweetheart?”“…isn’t that just being bros?”

No one believes they’re married I think this could be funny with Class 1A being like oooo is there a special someone when Aizawa has flowers delivered on Valentine’s day or something and he’s like, I’ve been married to Hizashi for five years, completely dead pan and the kids are just like if you don’t want to tell us you could have just said so drunken marriage

You could go the classic oh my god we got married OR they wanted to get married for a while but due to worry about media or putting the other at risk in terms of villains using them for leverage didn’t but then a bit of Dutch courage and bam

Naruto I also love all of team seven and team Gai they are so precious. I love when they interact with each other and play off each other – also references to their early days in the squad! I am also a big fan of Sakura NOT being obsessed with Sasuke/being over her obsession with him, bonus points if she’s gay – I’m down for some Ino/Sakura too.

I LOVE the summons, I’m particularly keen on the toads, I love Kakashi’s dogs but they show up a fair bit whereas the toads…always ignored :’( I think the most ICONIC writing would be Gamabunta bringing a wedding present for Naruto.

--Gai/Kakashi

Someone/Everyone Thinks They're Married

Kakashi is so chilled around Gai in comparison to everyone else and Gai clearly loves his rival. i love the idea of the team just casually dropping “husband” and both of them being like ?? excuse me?

Will Only Agree To Marry If Bested In A Contest Of Their Own Design

I love these guys and their ridiculous challenges, I’d love to see a sort of joking proposal where one of them just casually goes “I’ll marry you if you beat me at-” and the situation escalates from there

--Sasuke/Naruto

Please set this AFTER cannon bc while apparently 6 year olds can be in death squads don’t want them to marry until they’re older - bc I want this set at that age I refer to Naruto as Hokage in this - note that I’m thinking alternate ending to Naruto not Boruto era

drunken marriage You could go the classic oh my god we got married OR they wanted to get married for a while but due to worry about the Hokage marrying an ex war criminal or putting the other at risk in terms of villains using them for leverage didn’t, but then a bit of Dutch courage and bam

Game Of 'Fuck Marry Kill’ Somehow Becomes Legally Binding This happens and then Sasuke is like you have to use your Hokage powers to do x because I’m your husband! And Naruto’s like you don’t act like my husband! And then Sasuke makes him dinner and they kiss and its cute

Married so they can put rlly expensive kitchen ware on their registry Naruto grew up a penniless orphan, he’s practical about how they can afford Sasuke’s addiction with fancy cooking materials when really there’s no reason you can’t just eat ramen for every meal

Everyone Thought They Were Already Married AND Someone/Everyone Thinks They’re Married Naruto nearly died for Sasuke too many times and pledged to save him and everyone knows it, he also lets Sasuke get away with shit he shouldn’t as Hokage, barging in on meetings, illegally making a community garden in the village etc so everyone just assumed they’re already married

No one believes they’re married Okay but Naruto does all his epic stuff and is now Hokage and everyone is like haha you wouldn’t be married to Sasuke and Sasuke is just constantly having flashbacks to his academy days where he was the hot shit and Naruto was the mess

Something Old Something New Something Borrowed Something Blue You can either play this as really sincere and cute with the items being very considered and special to them OR them choosing the most bat shit things and Sasuke walks down the aisle riding a blue hobby horse Passive-Aggressive Proposal OR Serious proposal is assumed to be a joke These guys are just so stupid and bad at having logical feelings I would die for them

#letter #just married

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illuminating-dragons · 7 years ago

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Lay Here In My Arms (5/14): Passionless, Passionate

Summary: It's Jabby time! If you haven't yet, please read 'Fresh Pickled Toads', it introduces James' asexuality and a bit of Abby. I've put a reminder note in the text where it will be useful to see :)

Pairing: James Sirius Potter/ Abby Wood (Fading Scars)

Read it on AO3

James didn’t meet Abby Wood until he was thirteen.

Mum and Dad were still friends with Oliver and Katie, but the Woods weren’t often home; they both travelled for Quidditch (both played for Puddlemere, which made commentary interesting), and took their daughter with them. They didn’t come back much, and apparently Abby had a private tutor for her lessons.

When they finally met, it was at the Quidditch World Cup. Abby was almost as tall as her mother, but she was still shorter than James. She sat beside him during the first match of Wales against Japan, but she didn’t seem very focused on the game. Instead, she showed James her latest knitting project and they talked about Wales’ Keeper, who did some beautiful Potions work when she wasn’t playing.

After the game, they were sent to get water by their parents. James walked beside Abby, wondering what to say.

“Is it nice, travelling all the time?”

Abby shrugged. “It’s okay, I suppose. I’d love to go to Hogwarts, but Mum and Dad reckon that I can start next fall. I’m only twelve, and I’d miss them.”

“My parents are away a fair bit,” James replied. “Mum covers sports all over, and Dad has missions. But they’re home whenever they can be.” And of course, he himself was away for most of the year now.

“What position do you play in Quidditch?” he asked.

“I don’t really play one.”

“Well, of course you’re not on the team. I just mean—you must play with your parents for fun—”

“I switch around.” Now Abby sounded different; cross. “I’m not very good at any of them.”

“Oh. Well that’s okay, so long as you’re having fun.”

Abby slammed the bucket down. “I’m not.”

James looked at her in surprise. “You’re not? Well, why do you keep playing?”

“That’s a stupid question. Of course I have to play. My parents are both Quidditch stars, and they tour, and they’re making special allowances so that I can get an education and train professionally.” Abby sat on the ground. “I have to be good, and I have to love it, but I’m rubbish and I don’t like it at all.”

James sat down next to her. “I’ve never met someone who talks in italics,” he said, doing it purposely.

“Mum says it’s me being dramatic. But I want to be dramatic sometimes!”

James smiled. “It’s not a bad thing.” He tried to think of the right thing to say. “Have you told your parents?”

“They don’t believe me. Mum’s trying to talk Dad round to letting me go to Hogwarts. She thinks my trouble is that I don’t know enough people, or not enough kinds of people. But I’ve met loads of people at Quidditch camps and games and I like people, but I don’t like Quidditch.”

“What about it don’t you like?” James asked.

Abby looked up at him. “No one’s ever asked me that.”

“That’s a logical question!” James was flummoxed. “What do they ask?”

“When I’m going to change my mind.”

“Well, what don’t you like about it?”

Abby sighed. “I’m afraid of heights. That’s the first bit, but I’ve done my best to get over that, and I still don’t like playing. I suppose it’s the brutality. People just accept that terrible accidents happen, and it’s only a game!”

“Your father almost died during a game, didn’t he?”

Pain flashed in Abby’s eyes. “He collided with a Bludger. When he was getting well, he told me that he was glad he caught the Quaffle first! I don’t understand! There are things worth dying for; Quidditch isn’t one of them!”

“Maybe you don’t feel that way, but he does.” James saw the same fervour in his own father’s eyes sometimes. “We can’t criticize the passions of others, but it’s wrong to impose our own, too.”

Abby pulled at the grass. “Do you think you could help me explain all that? I just can’t fight about it again.”

“Sure. I like helping people.”

“Really? Abby picked up her bucket again. “Why?”

“I suppose I’m alive because people helped my Mum and Dad, even in little ways. And if I’ve learned anything from reading, it’s that when you see something’s wrong, you have to do something.”

After a long discussion that night, Oliver and Katie finally accepted that their only child didn’t like to play Quidditch.

“We still love you,” Oliver said. He was joking, but Abby burst into tears.

James left then, as a stunned Oliver held his daughter and Katie stroked her hair. He couldn’t help much more, and he had a feeling the family needed some time to sort themselves out.

In September Abby came to Hogwarts, and she was sorted into Gryffindor as a second year. James was curious about her, but he did play Quidditch and was in Charms Club and in the new Defence club and still read a lot in the library (and watched Roxy and Nat not-make-eyes-at-each-other), so he didn’t see her much.

But he and Abby did hang out sometimes with Hagrid, and he took them into the Forbidden Forest and introduced them to the centaurs. Abby was fascinated, and she ended up taking Divination and, when Professor Trelawney really couldn’t teach her much more, she followed Firenze into the Forest.

Abby found delight on the football field too. Dean Thomas called her the ‘best forward he’d ever seen’. James couldn’t join the team (too busy), but he came to every single game he could, and the two of them would play on the weekends sometimes, just kicking the ball back and forth and running.

And James slowly, slowly, painfully, found out that his own passion was not for the flesh. When he and Jenny Marks had sex, he did everything he could to make sure she enjoyed it, but when it was over, she frowned at him.

“What’s wrong with you? You don’t look happy.”

“You were great, it’s nothing. I’m just…not used to it.”

But it never got easier, and finally Jenny broke up with him, disgusted with his lack of interest. “You’re a freak, Potter. A damn freak, and you don’t deserve love!”

Albus and Company offered to curse her. James wouldn’t let him. Maybe he was a freak.

“She’s horrid,” Abby said. “Why did you date her in the first place?”

“She liked me,” James answered. “And she was different.”

Abby squeezed his hand. “I don’t think you really want different.”

(And this is where ‘Fresh Pickled Toads’ happened so go check that out if you haven’t read it)

After the big declaration in the hall, James took Abby by the hand and led her outside. “Are you sure?” he asked her. The scarf she’d made him was soft and fluffy against his neck.

“Of course I am, Jamie. Don’t worry, I love you.”

“Why do you love me?”

“You’re the only person that asks the questions I want to answer.” Abby laid her head on his shoulder. “I adore you, Jamie Potter. Now come on, let’s play football. We can skive off first period.”

“Neither of us have class, it’s not skiving.”

Abby transformed a rock into a football. “Don’t take the fun out of it, Head Boy.” She kicked the ball and started running, and laughing, James ran after her.

Everyone was delighted when James and Abby got together. The only people who felt mild panic were George and Oliver, who had a frantic consultation ensuring that yes, Abby was Oliver’s child, and in no way related to the Weasleys. When Katie overheard them, she nearly killed herself laughing.

“Abby looks exactly like Oliver, George! Don’t be stupid!”

“We had to check!”

“Have you checked Roxy and Freddie?” Oliver asked, nervous again.

That prompted another round of laughter from Katie. “Oh, I’m telling Angie!”

Abby and James never heard any of that conversation. They were busy being happy, and learning how to have a relationship that had none of the firsts of a conventional relationship. There were no bases, no fears of getting caught. They found other firsts instead; first time they slept through the night together (Abby snored); first time they danced on the Hogwarts roof together at midnight (James twisted his ankle and Abby had to carry him down to the Hospital Wing); the first time James was invited to Puddlemere United’s summer camp.

“I know you don’t want to go professional,” Oliver explained, “but I thought you might enjoy it, and it will give Katie and I some time to get to know you better.”

James came back from that week tired and feeling a bit like he’d been administered Veritaserum, but his goal shots were much stronger now and he understood Oliver and Katie much better. They were people who’d never envisioned children, but they’d had one and done their best. And in the end, Abby was happy and knew she was loved. Mum and Dad always said that was what was the most important thing.

Having a year apart from Abby while she finished school was difficult for James, but he pulled through. Always one to keep himself busy, he divided his time between volunteering at the women’s shelter and doing an apprenticeship at the Apothecary. He was the only one in his immediate family who genuinely enjoyed Potions, and it was the ingredients themselves that fascinated him. He dreamed of finding new uses, new ingredients, just as Grandmother Lily had. Just as Aunt Hermione experimented with now.

When Abby was finished with school, James was elated. They were still close, he still loved her, she still loved him. Abby joined him at the Apothecary; her interest was in the tools of the potion trade, and they made a good team. So they were happy.

Then Jenny threw a wrench into their lives.

She sent him a beautiful wedding invitation, announcing her nuptials to a man James had never heard of before. Abby had, and her lips twisted.

“He used to play for Puddle,” she explained. “He’s the stupidest person I’ve ever met.”

“Well, they’re happy,” James sighed. “Who cares, honestly?”

But he did care. Not because Jenny was getting married to someone else, just that she was getting married at all. Something didn’t feel right about that.

Abby turned the invitation over and growled. “She’s only invited you, Jamie.”

“Well I’m not going without you, obviously.”

“Look, Jamie.” Abby pointed to the sentences in Jenny’s handwriting.

Obviously you won’t want to attend, Jamie. I can imagine seeing something you’ll never have will be painful for you. Besides, it’s only a matter of time before your girlfriend realizes that you’ll never put out and leave you. I thought I’d send you the invite anyways, for old time’s sake.

“That’s it!” Abby snapped. She knelt.

“Abby, what are you doing?”

“Jamie Potter, will you marry me?”

James stared at her, positively stunned. “What?”

They called a family meeting. Freddie, Rita and Pierre came last, Apparating from France.

“You’re both far too young to get married!” Mum protested. “You know we don’t care if you live together; why not wait?”

“You can’t let some horrid monster like her decide how you live your life,” Lou pointed out. They were leaning against the wall. “Get married, don’t get married, but don’t just do it because of her.”

“We do love each other,” Jamie replied. “And I know we’re young—”

“Younger than your Mum and I,” Dad said. “And we got married quite young.”

“And do you regret that, Dad?”

“No, I don’t. I’ve never regretted that. What I do regret is thinking that marrying her was the best way to make our relationship permanent. That it was the ultimate way to show her I love her.”

“When really it was growing your beard.” Mum smiled and kissed him.

“Our grandparents got married young. All four sets.”

“That was almost forty years ago! And it was the middle of a war! Things are better now.”

“It’s more than that.” Abby was wringing her hands. “There’s another reason.”

“If you’re pregnant, you can still live together,” Aunt Audrey soothed.

“She can’t be pregnant by accident, I’m asexual!” James snapped.

“Right. Sorry.”

“Jamie, I didn’t just ask because of Jenny,” Abby said. “I asked because…because you do anything for what you’re passionate about. You rush in, you commit, you have mad schedules that don’t make sense to other people. I didn’t understand that when it was other people’s passions. But you…I am passionately in love with you, with our life together. And I’m ready to be married now, even tonight. I know I’ll always be with you. I want to do this. If you don’t want to, that’s okay. Really.”

James kissed her, because he couldn’t speak. When he did find his voice (and his breath), he added, “and, you know, if we’re both ready and it pisses off Jenny…why not?”

Mum and Dad looked at each other. So did Oliver and Katie.

“If that’s what you want, we’re with you all the way,” Mum said. “Just not tonight?”

“Of course not! I need to find a dress!”

The wedding took place two months later, just enough time for Abby to find the perfect dress (and for Rita to recreate it with dozens more sparkles and in bright blue), and for James to secure the purchase of the Apothecary. The owners were retiring, and some of the money that James’ ancestor had made inventing Sleekeasy went into buying the shop.

“We’ve got money of our own, son,” Dad said when he finished signing the papers. “Besides, I quite like investing in businesses. Just promise me you’ll keep Mum and I supplied with Pepper-Up Potion?”

James hugged him as hard as he could to reply.

There were some delays the day of the wedding; the first wedding in the family since Teddy and Victoire. Estelle insisted on having a dress that looked like Aunty Abby’s, the peacock Draco Malfoy sent for a wedding gift escaped and the cake Grandma Weasley had worked on so hard got dropped. But magic solved one problem, a careful broomstick search solved another, and Uncle Ron displayed grace under pressure and whipped up a second cake.

It was twilight when James and Abby walked through the fields of the Burrow together, hand in hand. Aunt Luna had released some twinklers, glowing birds from South Asia, and they darted around the two of them. Jamie pulled nervously at his shirt collar.

“Abby, are you sure?”

“I’m sure, Jamie. Really sure. Are you?”

"Yes.”

Those were the really important words, the most important vow. But they dutifully spoke the true ones a few moments later with their family watching. Abby had to hold Estelle, who was inconsolable without her aunt, but when James swept Abby into his arms and kissed her forehead, the little girl was quiet at last.

James and Abby went for a week to go adventuring, and found it in a Muggle rock climbing place. Abby was delighted with the sport, and when they came back she joined a club. James went with her once in a while, but he didn’t mind her being gone; it was good that she had friends, and it gave him some time to read through Muggle romance stories (which were fascinating to read, even the rubbish ones. Perhaps especially the rubbish ones).

One day, though, he asked her to stop.

“Are you lonely?” Abby asked immediately.

“No. I just…” James took her hands. “I was wondering, actually, if you would like to have a baby? I’m happy to have one with you, but if we’re trying to be pregnant then you’ll have to stop. Is that okay?”

“Are you sure?” Abby asked. “Sure, sure?”

“Completely. And I do know how to make sure you feel good, so don’t worry—”

Abby kissed him. “Let’s make a baby, Mr. Potter. I’m excited to have your baby.”

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter au #james sirius potter #asexual character #fading scars verse #abby wood (fading scars)#platonic relationship #acme146 fanfiction #lay here in my arms #james sirius potter/abby wood (fading scars)#crosspost from AO3

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #379

“sometimes i fear the worst in me, is the best you’ll ever know”

Have you ever been in weather below 0 Fahrenheit (-17 Celsius)? No. Have you ever been caught outdoors away from shelter during a thunderstorm? Yeah. Most notably, the only concert I've ever been to was outside during a thunderstorm, haha. Made it more badass. What’s your favorite macaron flavor? Never had one. How often do you have friends over to your house? Never. Have you ever had a boss who acted unprofessionally? No. Not that I really ever had a job long enough to notice. How many times have you stayed at a hotel in the past year, and where? We never stayed overnight anywhere, we just visited one once to see my dying grandmother for the last time. Have you ever done a flip on a trampoline? I used to do front flips, but I was too scared to do a back flip in case I landed on my neck and broke it. What about a flip off of a diving board? No. Are you embarrassed by your school yearbook photos? They all sucked. Who taught you to tie your shoelaces? Dad did the "wrong" way, which I understood first, so Mom was insistent on teaching me the "proper" way, I think because she thought the knot was tighter and therefore safer. Currently how many pictures are on your cellphone? Not a lot, but I don't feel like counting. Do you think dimples are cute? Yep. Would you rather chew fruity or minty gum? It really depends on what I'm feeling. The last time you went to the mall, who did you go with? My mom and older sister. What’s something you used to collect when you were younger? Stickers. Have you watched a movie today? No. Aside from your own, whose house did you last set foot into? My sister's. Do you love soft pretzels? Oh hell yes. Cinnamon and sugar are THE best. Who was the last person who cried around you? Why did they start crying? Was it unexpected? My mom, because the dog is stressing her the fuck out. I saw it coming eventually. Are you more likely to like someone before you really know them, or do you feel you like them more after you know a lot about them? When it comes to really liking someone, I like to know them well. That way, I'm more confident in knowing me liking them is justified. Do you buy people cards on special occasions, or do you prefer to make your own? I admittedly don't do either currently, but I'd buy cards if I had an income. When was the last time you were being hypocritical? I don't know, but I know I can be without realizing just like everyone else. Where on your body was the last cramp you had? Why did you have this cramp? I almost exclusively cramp up in my lower left abdomen when I have my period. What is the weirdest name you’ve ever heard? One of my classmates in college was named Apple. Do you get embarrassed when people hear you sing/compliment you on your singing ability? If so, why is that? I get more shy than anything. I don't know why, I just do. Are you good at comforting people when they’re upset? I hope so. I sure try to be. Do you have any exercises you do everyday? No. .-. Do you own one of those singing fish? Do you think they are silly or funny? I don't, but I think they're pretty funny, mostly though because I just remember that video of one glitching horribly where it would get stuck and "sing" all slow and demonic, then it would snap back to normal. I love that video too much lmao. Has anyone ever accused you of being bipolar or any other mental disorder? Do you really have any mental disorders? "Accused" is the wrong word, I've just been professionally diagnosed. I have a lot of disorders. Did you buy the last thing you bought with your own money? If not, whose money did you buy it with? I paid for my tattoo. Do you like to put your feet up on the dashboards of cars? Do you parents yell at you if you do that in cars? I never do, never have, and never would. That shit would FUCK you up in a wreck. Don't take car safety lightly. Which Beatle is your favorite, or do you love them all equally? I don’t have a favorite, given I know none of them personally at all. Do you enjoy classic rock? If so, who are some of your favorite classic rock artists? Well duh. I love a hell of a lot, don't make me dig through my head to ensure I leave no one out, lol. Did you ever own a Tamagotchi? Yes. Are you more of a dog or cat person? Cat person. I see that more and more and more as time goes on. Dogs tend to just have too much energy for me. Not all, of course, but still. Have you ever failed math? I did in college. Skittles! What's your favorite color? Red. Have you ever had a dream of stabbing someone? I don't think so. But who the fuck knows with how fucked up my nightmares are. What would you want your last words to be if you could choose them? Just that I love my family. Can you sleep with the light on? It's possible for me to, but it's difficult. What’s the most bizarre horror movie you’ve ever seen? Hm, I dunno. What band can’t you stand listening to? I absolutely hate The Talking Heads. Would you ever take a lie detector test for your significant other? No, for two reasons: I don't believe they're accurate, and two, I'd be having an anxiety attack over whether or not my nerves would "show" something. What is your favorite Mystery/Crime/FBI related show? Uhhhh does Sherlock count? Jason and I used to watch that and I loved it. Would you ever have a bird as a pet? I think parrots specifically are super fascinating, but I wouldn't. I don't want any potentially noisy pets. How's your relationship between you and your grandparents? They're all dead. The only grandparent I really knew well was my maternal grandmother, and we had... a lot of differences. I don't think she liked me much, and she was WAY too old-fashioned, uptight, and mean to my mom for me to get along well with her. Ever had a forbidden love or lover? No. Have you ever had to speak at a funeral? No. Do you know someone who’s been cremated? Maybe? What is your current problem? I had a fucking dream that was stupid detailed that Jason and I got married and so today has been shit. I love motherfucking PTSD. Do you like canopy beds? Yeah, I wish I had one. What is your favorite animated movie? The Lion King. Would you rather live in a small town or a big city? Neither, really... I want to live in the woods/some area relatively isolated, but with just a few neighbors spotted around so I'm not TOTALLY alone. But to entertain the question, I guess I'd pick a small town. If you could summon any animal to come to your rescue, what animal would it be and why? A lion for its strength and speed. Have you ever watched The Golden Girls? I LOVE that show. That shit's got no right to be as funny as it is lmao. Did you ever like the Ninja Turtles? Nah, I never watched it. Last alcoholic drink you had? A REALLY strong margarita that I could barely drink because of the alcohol concentration. What are you known for? Probably liking meerkats way too much. Has anyone ever threatened you? Yes. Have you ever gone frog hunting? No, not exactly. However, whenever my dad and I went catfishing, I would always do a scan of the area for toads. You'd always find 'em. Do you ever suffer from dry skin? My skin, particularly my scalp, is STUPID dry. Gross to picture, but imagine having both a clinically dry scalp as well as dandruff. That's me. Do you still sleep with a stuffed animal? No, Roman would never allow me to cuddle something other than him, haha. What’s the weather like right this moment? It's cloudy out and 59*F. Do you bite on straws, lollipop handles, or ice cream sticks? No, that's always grossed me out. In what type of area was your first sexual encounter? Honestly, I don't remember, though I'm sure you'd assume I would, lol. Probably his bed because we were at his place more than mine, but idr. Where is your mother’s side of the family descended from? My maternal grandmother had German ancestry, while I think her husband's was mostly Irish. What do you occupy your time with on flights? I just listen to my iPod and look out the window. Do you dog-ear pages in books? Yes. What’s a made up word of yours? I don't have any. It's weird, I don't know why, but it's a pet peeve of mine when people just make up words like they actually mean something. Even though isn't that exactly how language came about? I dunno, it's weird. Do you use Q-Tips? Only on the exterior of my ears unless something is really bothering me interiorly. Frequent use of Q-Tips is how I got ear wax literally adhered to my eardrum that required medical attention. It just pushed the stuff further and further back. Ever gone out with somebody you didn’t like? Well, I can't honestly say I was very romantically interested in Tyler, but we still dated for like a week or two. I DID sort of like him in high school my freshman year, but this was SO many years later that it's not fair to say I "knew" him anymore. I kinda just agreed to go out because I felt bad saying no and also just figured that we'd re-familiarize with each other through dates, anyway. What hero or heroine do you most relate to in history, fiction, or song? I have no idea. What makes you dizzy? Just about everything, it seems. I have insanely low blood pressure due to some prescriptions that I HAVE to move slowly, especially when standing up, if I don't want to fall on my face. Are your parents liberal or conservative? I think my dad is more conservative, but Mom is maybe more liberal? I actually don't know. Do you like your teeth? Did you have braces? No, because I went through a span of taking horrible care of them during my worst depression that they now have a conspicuously yellow tint. I had braces before. Are you happy with your height? Sure?

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''headache'' by motionless in white

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queeranarchist · 6 years ago

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Dear Writer,

Hey! Thanks so much for finding your way to this letter! I hope it helps you out and remember whatever you write have fun!!! I’ve included ideas for a lot of tags but really feel free to write whatever works for you <3

Likes: trans characters (esp if both/multiple people in a ship are trans – also if writing trans characters have them as the gender they are on screen, unless you’re writing them as NB then whatever’s fine), queer themes, queer solidarity, character development, strong gen relationships and interactions with other characters outside of the relationship in general, dialogue driven story, non-linear narrative, animals

Dislikes: soulmate/destiny based stuff (unless its angrily going against destiny), miscommunication as the main plot (mutual pining is okay but you know plots that just make you want to tear your hair out)

DNW: NSFW with under age characters, a/b/o, non-con

Final Fantasy

"We Could Be Dead Tomorrow So Let's Get Married Today" AND dying in each other’s arms on their wedding night Final Fantasy leans hard-core into those angsty tropes and I got to say I love it. I’m here for "We Could Be Dead Tomorrow So Let's Get Married Today" being set either during the final battle where they know Noct is going to die or at any other point because these kids have it rough and that way you could either swing a sad he’s dead now or a happy he’s not! Whichever you’re feeling!If you end with death I really want to see all the (remaining) gang grieving together, whether you have them as being in a relationship or are writing Prompto/Noctis

Their Marriage Can Never Be Legal (But That's Okay) Insert Noctis has to marry Luna angst – plot twist Luna lives and the second half of the game doesn’t exist, turns out she’s a lesbian and Noct and her co raise children and are great friends while loving their own partners separately

Other prompts to consider:

Getting married after having been together for many years

Married so they can put rlly expensive kitchen ware on their registry

queers getting married to fuck up the heteronormative system

Undercover as Married While Mutually Pining

poly group act as officiators for each otherProposal attempts keep being thwarted by circumstances

BNHA I really love the idea of these guys being together since high school OR everyone thinking they’ve been together since high school. Also, please don’t write Aizawa not liking Mic being talkative or loud :( he loves him. I also adore all of 1A, bar Mineta, and would like them to exist in the story if possible! Feel free to include background Kirishima/Bakugou

A Game Of 'Fuck Marry Kill' Somehow Becomes Legally Binding Oh shit we didn’t mean to do this but whatevs we’re in love anyway OR them doing it way back when and not actually dating/knowing they like each other and then down the track one of them asks the other out and it’s like ‘why not we’re already married.’

Everyone Thought They Were Already Married and Someone/Everyone Thinks They're Married “But you’ve lived together since high school and call each other sweetheart?”“…isn’t that just being bros?”

No one believes they're married I think this could be funny with Class 1A being like oooo is there a special someone when Aizawa has flowers delivered on Valentine’s day or something and he’s like, I’ve been married to Hizashi for five years, completely dead pan and the kids are just like if you don’t want to tell us you could have just said so

drunken marriage You could go the classic oh my god we got married OR they wanted to get married for a while but due to worry about media or putting the other at risk in terms of villains using them for leverage didn’t but then a bit of Dutch courage and bam

Other Prompts to Consider:

Renewing Vows For Impulsive Wartime/"We Could Be Dead Tomorrow" Marriage After Years of Peace/Safety

Getting married after having been together for many years

established marriage

Friends Marry for Inheritance But Are Really In Love

Married so they can put rlly expensive kitchen ware on their registry

Married with cats

Marrying Your Highschool Sweetheart

queers getting married to fuck up the heteronormative system

Proposal attempts keep being thwarted by circumstances

Training the cat to be the ring bearer

Undercover as Married While Mutually Pining

Writing up a prenup about who will keep the cat/s Naruto Firstly, Naruto is trans and I love him with my entire heart. I also love all of team seven they are so precious. I love when they interact with each other and play off each other – also references to their early days in the squad! I am also a big fan of Sakura NOT being obsessed with Sasuke/being over her obsession with him, bonus points if she’s gay – I’m down for some Ino/Sakura too.

ALSO I’m going to make an exception for my plots where miscommunication are the main device thing here because these two are IDIOTS and I love them

ALSO ALSO please set this AFTER these guys are 18 bc while apparently 6 year olds can be in death squads in Naruto I don’t want them to marry until they’re older - bc I want this set at that age I refer to Naruto as Hokage in this - note that I’m thinking alternate ending to Naruto not Boruto era

Game Of 'Fuck Marry Kill' Somehow Becomes Legally Binding This happens and then Sasuke is like you have to use your Hokage powers to do x because I’m your husband! And Naruto’s like you don’t act like my husband! And then Sasuke makes him dinner and they kiss and its cute

Everyone Thought They Were Already Married AND Someone/Everyone Thinks They're Married Naruto nearly died for Sasuke too many times and pledged to save him and everyone knows it, he also lets Sasuke get away with shit he shouldn’t as Hokage, barging in on meetings, illegally making a community garden in the village etc so everyone just assumed they’re already married

No one believes they're married Okay but Naruto does all his epic stuff and is now Hokage and everyone is like haha you wouldn’t be married to Sasuke and Sasuke is just constantly having flashbacks to his academy days where he was the hot shit and Naruto was the mess

Other Prompts to Consider:

"We Could Be Dead Tomorrow So Let's Get Married Today"

dying in each other's arms on their wedding night

Undercover as Married While Mutually Pining

Writing up a prenup about who will keep the cat/s

Choosing an Engagement Ring

Getting married after having been together for many years

Renewing Vows For Impulsive Wartime/"We Could Be Dead Tomorrow" Marriage After Years of Peace/Safety

queers getting married to fuck up the heteronormative system

Proposal attempts keep being thwarted by circumstances

Married with cats

#oh my god this is so long im sorry #but hopefully its helpful!#writing #letter #just married

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