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madewithspice · 3 years ago

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hi can u plz write how jjk would act in a party when they see u dressed up & talking to someone else & they get jealous & how they would act trying to get ur attention

i use she/they pronouns but gn is okay too thankssss ❤❤❤

How jjk characters would react when they are jealous

Thank youuuu for requesting love <3. I hope you liked it.

Warnings: None, gn reader, just a little violence in Sukunas, a cuss word in Nanami

YUUJI ITADORI. You were always attractive to his eyes but seeing you nicely dressed up with clothes that complimented perfectly your body made him focus only on you in this party. He was building the courage to talk to you but he noticed that you were talking with another guy. He didn't feel jealous until you start laughing with whatever that stupid man was saying to you. That was the moment that made him realise he needs to do something because he was losing you. Thinking hard he found a way to get your attention. "Y/N!! There's an emergency. Come with me" he said grabbing your hand pulling you at the other side of the house. "What is it?" You say clearly in panic. "So umm do you like socks?" He asks with a beautiful smile. "That was the emergency?" You say trying not to laugh "yeah. Its a very important discussion that needs to be done now. It might take all night so you have to stay here and not go back there" he told you pointing the direction where that guy you were talking was. How could you say no to the him?

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. Megumi seems uninterested to. That's what you thought. Today though he proved you wrong. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You were stunning as usual for him. He was admiring you from afar while he's friends were talking to each other he saw a man approaching you and hugging you. "Who is this man?" He thought. He didn't see him before. Did you have a boyfriend and hide him from everyone? He could stop those thoughts from coming until he stood up walking towards you. "There's a nice place we can go eat after this" he said to you interrupting the man that was speaking. "Excuse me. I was talking" the guy said. "Did you hear something?"Megumi told you grabbing your hand and guided you outside. You didn't say anything to him but you could see his fade smile when you left the place.

GOJO SATORU. He's a very confident man so for sure he doesn't hold back when it comes to complimenting you. He just entered the room after being late for the party, his eyes were searching for you but he was quickly disappointed when he saw you another guy. He's walking through your direction completely ignoring the man. "You look extra fine today, y/n" he said and whistled earning giggles from you. "So what are you two talking about?" He asked putting his hands around your waist. "So we were talking about work and -" the guy said but he got interrupted by Gojo "Lame. Y/n let's go. I'll show you what real fun means" he said taking you away from the male.

NANAMI KENTO. Nanami isn't someone that gets affected easily by his emotions but jealousy was something different. Enjoying his drink while watching another man flirting with you wasn't what he expected this night. He felt sick in the stomach when he didn't complimented the moment he saw you. You were truly beautiful in those clothes but he chose just to smile when he saw you. Now he regrets everything. The man was playing with your hair, touching your clothes and getting closer and closer to you which was clearly a sign for Nanami to stand up and take you away from him. "Is this man bothering you y/n?" He asked you but before you could answer the man next to you did. "We are working together" he said with a stupid smile. " I wasn't talking to you, dumbarse" "Y/n this uncultured man isn't your cup of tea. Let's get out of this place" he said putting his hand on your waist in order to show you the way to get out making you blush with his actions.

RYOMEN SUKUNA. This man never gives up. He'll do anything for him to get what he wants. Same goes when it comes to you. He wouldn't let anyone come between you two but today was the day his patience got tested. You went to get drinks for both of you when an old male friend showed and started chatting with you. Sukuna at the other side was watching every move he made on you. How he was touching your shoulder or leaning towards you because the place was loud. He tried his best not to do something and just be cool. He wasn't your boyfriend after all. Why would he be jealous anyway? Patience got the best of him though and he pushed your old friend on the table making it break in two pieces with all the drinks ending up on the floor. You looked at Sukuna shocked. Words couldn't describe what you wanted to say. "Let's go to another party. This one seems pretty boring" he holding your hand while you were looking the mess and your friend. "Don't worry. There's a more interesting guy to talk to. Me!" He said patting his chest and guided you towards the exit.

-Markie

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imaginejamesandsirius · 4 years ago

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Can you please write a fic where James is a rich,star footballer and Sirius comes in to work as his super hott personal bodyguard??? And then James starts crushing on him hard but Sirius is hesitant because he could lose his job over this!!!! Please please please write this... I am a biiiig fan of your work... God Bless❤️

"What? I don't need a bodyguard," James said. The very idea was preposterous.

Coach glared at him, but the rest of the team was slightly more reserved in staring him down. The whole administrative team was there, from the head coach to the team's PR representative. "There have been threats."

"So? I also got threatened when I was seventeen and nothing ever came of it."

The team manager jumped in then. "This isn't a schoolyard threat made because you stole someone's girlfriend. Or- whatever," he said, fumbling a little-- as he always did-- when he said something thoughtless and remembered that James was gay afterwards. That being said, James definitely had stolen some girlfriends at school because it was the best approximation he could get for what attraction to women was. "These are extremely conservative people who want you dead and aren't shy about showing they're serious," the team manager continued. "Even if they don't manage to kill you, they could permanently injure you, effectively ending your career. Is that what you want?"

James huffed, knowing that he was being a little petulant and not caring. "No," he admitted. If he'd been just talking to his mates, he never would've admitted it, but they'd all gotten together to sit him down and make sure he listened to them; they wouldn't have bothered if they weren't seriously concerned.

"Then get a goddamn bodyguard," Coach said. "It won't be forever-- just until these people realise they have better things to do with their time than harass a popular footballer."

"Fine." If James had known it would be this much trouble to come out, he wouldn't have done it. He'd just been thinking that he might like to date someone for real. He'd also thought about himself when he was younger and how he could've figured out that he fancied men before he was twenty sodding three if one of his favourite footie players had been gay (and out. He wasn't discounting the idea entirely just because they hadn't said anything.). "I don't know where to find one though."

"We've got a list of possibilities," someone else said, handing James a sheet of paper-- for the life of him, James couldn't remember what she did, but in his defense, he'd only met her once as an introduction and then seen her in passing at the past six years of holiday parties. On the paper was a list of agencies, their websites, and phone numbers to contact them. There wasn't any mention of price, but it's not like James was pressed for cash or anything. Hell, he'd already reached his lifetime savings amount and didn't really know what to do with the salary he was still getting. Might as well use some of it to stay safe and pacify his bosses.

James had weighed all his options and looked at all of the information he'd been given, and he still couldn't decide. He'd handed the list to Remus, and he'd picked one at random; James took his choice as a good decision and called the company up. They made everything so easy for him that he was beginning to think Remus had special choosing powers. From now on, James was going to run his decisions by Remus before doing anything.

And then he actually met his bodyguard. He couldn't decide if this was better than before, or worse. Either way, he didn't think asking Remus for advice would really be the way that he wanted for his life to go.

He was told that his bodyguard's name was Sirius, and they had a first meeting at the company to sort out a few details. If James was a smart person, he would've taken one look at Sirius and said, "Thanks but no thanks, can I get someone else?" But James wasn't smart. He was a dumbarse. A dumbarse that let his heart make decisions for him. Sirius was, in a word, gorgeous. He had a face that looked like it belonged on the cover of a magazine, and a smile that stopped James's breath in its tracks. He was sure that Sirius was good at his job, but James rather doubted his decision to accept him as a bodyguard. He wasn't going to be able to focus for shite.

James explained the situation to Sirius-- the boring stuff, about why he needed a bodyguard-- and he didn't blink at him being bent. Either he already knew that because he followed football, he didn't care, or he cared but was a very good actor. James imagined that there was a certain amount of acting as a bodyguard, but he'd also like to think that Sirius wouldn't have accepted if it bothered him.

James had been afraid that Sirius was going to walk slightly to the side and behind him and stay resolutely silent the whole time, but he carried a conversation alright as they walked to James's car. "I'm sure you get this all the time and you're annoyed with it, but why's your name Sirius?"

The look on Sirius's face showed that he was very much used to the question, even though he didn't look annoyed by it. "Named after the star in Canis Major. Being named after stars is sort of a family thing."

"Really?" James asked. He was instantly charmed. Sirius hadn't even put much effort into it, but James was head over heels after exchanging two words with him.

"Mmhmm. My brother's Regulus, my father and great-grandfather were both Orion, and I've got a cousin named Bellatrix."

"Wow. Your family must've been made fun of a lot when they were kids."

Sirius snorted, and James looked at him curiously.

"What?"

"I wouldn't call any of us... well-behaved children. Got in a lot of fights."

"Ah, and it led to you being a bodyguard?"

Sirius shrugged with an easygoing smirk. "Might as well do something you're good at, right?"

"It's total rubbish that they're putting McLaggen in before you," Sirius said one day after practice.

"Right?" Then he paused. Sirius hadn't been around long enough to be so certain of that. Which meant, "I knew you were a fan. Why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to freak you out. You're dealing with enough right now that I didn't want for you to worry about your bodyguard fawning over you."

"Aww, you fawn over me?" James asked, unable to help a pleased smile.

"It's called knowing who the best is," Sirius said with a wink.

"You don't get along with your brother?" James asked. Personally, he didn't have any siblings, but from what he understood, those relationships were often complicated. Lily, for example, cared about her sister even though-- as far as James could tell-- she was kind of an irredeemable twat that didn't seem to like Lily at all.

Sirius shrugged. "He wants to like our parents, but now that he disagrees with them on everything, it's not easy. I keep telling him that his life would be easier if he stopped talking to them, but he feels all guilty about it." He rolled his eyes expressively. "I think he thinks that he owes them for them not being worse."

"You both should get new parents," James said. "I volunteer my own."

"I think you stop needing new parents when you're an adult."

"Words that can only be spoken by someone with shite parents. Maybe you don't need parents anymore, but if Regulus is still trying to connect with them, it means he needs someone. My parents are great. Mum will probably see him smile once and then demand he come to Saturday night dinners for the next ten years."

Sirius snickered.

"Oh, I'm not joking," James insisted. "Lily and I haven't been together since we were eighteen, and she still comes over for dinner when she can make it."

"Only you would be on such great terms with your ex that your parents would do that."

"Bold of you to assume my parents wouldn't have done it whether we were on good terms or not. They blood adore her, and that didn't stop because we weren't dating anymore. I swear, they love every single friend I let them meet. If I introduced them to your brother? He wouldn't make it out of that house without them knowing his favourite dessert. He wouldn't stand a chance."

"Maybe that's what he needs," Sirius said, sounding amused. "We'll have to set that up when this all blows over."

James's first problem with Sirius had been that he was so gorgeous James couldn't think for shite. His second problem with Sirius was that he was an attractive person all around, not just in his face. Honestly, who had decided that someone should get to be that pretty and also be that funny? It wasn't fair to the rest of humanity.

He'd never been shy, so he told Sirius that he fancied him shortly after figuring it out. Thinking a bloke was fit as hell was one thing. Actually fancying him was quite another. People were fit all the time, and James had never lost sleep over it. He knew he'd regret it if he sat around and pined after Sirius uselessly though.

He told Sirius, and Sirius looked at him for a second, then blinked. "Erm. James, I can't- I could get fired for dating a client."

"Right." That made sense. "I hadn't thought of that." He really hadn't thought about it, but who'd want to hire a bodyguard that had a history of hooking up with who they were protecting? Hell, the company could get looked into for solicitation if it happened often enough. If James had thought of that, he would've kept his mouth shut until the end of Sirius's employment with him. "Just... y'know, if you were interested, I'm probably not going to need a bodyguard for much longer." He'd checked back in with the admin team, and they'd said that by next year, he should be good. New information was popping up on people that James's despisers hated more, so they were starting to leave him alone. At least, that's what he'd gotten from the conversation even if it wasn't entirely accurate.

"I know," Sirius said with half a smile. "I was there for that conversation, remember?"

"I'd forgotten," James admitted, a little ashamed. He wasn't the best at paying attention to several things at once when he really cared about one of them more than the others. In that case, he ended up thinking about the one thing and trying desperately to pay attention to the rest. That day, he was pretty sure he'd been so focused on getting his life back to normal that he'd ignored Sirius, and even the talk about their upcoming game.

"Bloody hell," Sirius said, one arm around James as he half-carried, half-guided him down the street so they could catch a cab. "I signed up to be your bodyguard, not your designated driver." Despite his complaining, he didn't sound upset, more amused.

"You could be both," James said slowly, having to put more effort into his words than usual since he was sloshed. He preferred speaking Hindi when he was pissed; it was just easier than English. He didn't think Sirius knew Hindi though, and the only thing he wanted right now was to enjoy Sirius's company.

Sirius laughed. "Maybe so, but I preferred just doing one."

"Heeeey, you could do the partner thing soon."

"I don't remember mentioning a partner thing."

James licked his lips as he tried to remember what the phrase he'd first used was. "Designated driver. Only, instead of just dragging me to a car, we'd be getting sloshed together."

"That does sound more fun."

James was always talkative, but now that he was sloshed, he wasn't stopping. He really liked Sirius. He liked him for lots of reasons, but right now he liked that Sirius was encouraging him. He wasn't getting mad at James for continuing to talk all through the cab ride, or as he helped him up the stairs to his flat. "You're so wonderful," James mumbled.

"Thanks," Sirius said with a laugh. He fished around James's pockets for his keys. James turned and rested his head on Sirius's shoulder, which did make it easier, but somehow he thought that wasn't what James had had in mind.

"You're so pretty," he said, turning his face into Sirius's neck.

"Thanks," he said again. "It's nice to be appreciated."

"In all my life, I've never met someone that made me feel like you do," James said.

"I don't know what you just said, but I'm going to assume it was complimentary."

James nodded. He kissed Sirius's neck because it was there. "The prettiest damn thing I've ever seen."

Sirius swallowed thickly. He didn't need to understand the language to know that whatever James said was something he would appreciate. The kiss sent tingles down his spine, and James's mouth was still resting close enough to him that Sirius could feel his breath hot against his skin. "As much as we would enjoy that, I thought we agreed to wait."

"You're right. You're just so pretty," he whined. "It's really not fair. You should try to be less pretty; it would make my life easier."

"You can live with it," Sirius said. He finally found the keys and put it in the door for him. He unlocked it and pushed the door open. James looked pretty comfy where he was, and it made shuffling him inside his flat a bit harder than getting him here had been. "C'mon mate, you've got to get in bed."

"But you're not there," James said, sounding awfully petulant about it.

Sirius chuckled. "No, but you'll get to sleep just fine without it."

"That's what you think."

"Love, you're drunk enough that you'll definitely pass out before the night's through."

"Aww, you called me 'love'. No one's ever done that before."

"Really?"

James nodded again, but since he wasn't leaning on Sirius as heavily this time, he swayed a little. Sirius was still right next to him though, so he was able to keep him from falling over. "My last boyfriend called me 'babe' but I sort of hated it."

"You do seem like you'd prefer the sweeter pet names. Sweetheart, things like that."

"Feel free to call me sweetheart as much as you want."

"I think I will. After I stop working on protecting you, that is. We've still got to wait, remember?"

"What I remember is issuing an invitation that never got an answer."

"I assumed you knew my answer. Or was I not obvious enough about my interest?" Sirius asked quietly.

"I would say that subtlety passes me by," James said. "But I got it now, thanks. You sure I can't convince you to stay?"

"Not while I'm working for you, and definitely not while you're sloshed." Sirius brought him to his room and took off his shoes when he collapsed back on the bed. "If you want to get undressed more, you're going to have to do it yourself, sweetheart," he said, then kissed James's forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow."

The day for James to no longer need a bodyguard felt like it took forever, but he could grudgingly admit that it had been a good idea. None of it had been serious, but he was told-- by Sirius-- that that's because having a bodyguard was often a large deterrent. In his time as James's bodyguard, Sirius successfully intimidated several people and got physical with one. James would be lying if he said that it hadn't been hot to watch, but he also wasn't going to say that out loud-- it made him feel like he was the heroine in a teen adventure book.

"So, do I have to take you on a date before I get to kiss you?" James asked.

"I wouldn't want you to think I'm easy," Sirius replied with a wink.

"You like curry? I know a good place."

Sirius made a face. "I only like it from one restaurant, and it's all the way up in Wales."

"Wait," James said slowly, a smile creeping across his face, "are you talking about Andi's?"

"Yes, you know it?"

"Bloody love it. I can't make the trip as much as I want, but if you're willing, we can definitely go up there."

"I can think of worse things than spending time with you on the way to the best curry in the UK," Sirius said.

James rented a car because it was easier than taking a cab that far, and it was definitely more private than a train-- which would only be able to take them part of the way anyhow. He wanted for them to be alone anyways, so that they could catch up on all the flirting they'd missed. Not to say that there had been a drought of flirting while Sirius was his bodyguard, but after they agreed to date when his contract was up, they'd tried to tone it down.

They didn't have to worry about that anymore.

The drive was okay, dinner was great, and Sirius snogged him for a bit after they got back in the car but before they drove back to London.

"How the hell do you feel even better than you look?" James whispered, stealing another kiss.

Sirius chuckled. "I was about to ask you the same question, love."

#prongsfoot #marauders #sirius black #james potter #fanfic #filled #getting together #no magic au #post hogwarts #past james/lily #siriuslystarbucks #Anonymous

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0itmelex0 · 4 years ago

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for the to be held prompts, [ HAPPY ] + the oc of your choice!!

ah tysm for the ask! i'll be doing it for my favorite feral knife bird, lorenzo.

obnoxious flirting below fdhskjd

The storm raged on outside, the rain hitting the windows and echoing into the inside of the Leaky Tap. Thankfully the usual pungent smell of alcohol, smoke, and sourness was bearable without the usual chaotic patron. Sofia had the bar closed down for the day due to important meetings she'd have and Lorenzo himself would have, well it was only one brief confirmation he'd have but it was important nonetheless. Alba was working the bar, Sofia was up in her office, and Milas was guarding the door while Lorenzo and Jesper were playing cards at a table in the corner.

"You didn't have to come here, Jesper," Lorenzo didn't look up from his cards while he took a sip of his liquor. "Especially with the Tap closed. Not that fun here without the dumbarse patrons."

"It's always fun with you, love. Never truly that boring," Jesper smirked while he was leaned back in the chair and his legs resting on the table. He sent a wink as Lorenzo looked up at him.

He bit the inside of his cheek, "Never a dull moment with you either." Lorenzo threw his head back and downed the rest of the liquor in his glass. Using such a tactic to hide the warmth that built in his cheeks didn't work that well, Jesper still saw.

"Of course not! I'm never dull, it's not my style. Now c'mon, Willingham, stop looking at my gorgeous face and play."

"Fuck you," he glanced at the discard deck and at his hand of ten cards.

"Just tell me when and where."

He picked up a card from the stock deck and placed it in his hand. A deuce of diamonds was placed into the discard deck, "You wish, Fahey." Lorenzo attempted to play it off the best he could with a smirk, yet the heat rushed to his ears and his chest thudded against his ribs.

The two continued their game of cards, making small remarks and eyeing one another carefully. Bits of tension grew between them the longer the game went on and the closer each of them got with getting the right hand.

Their attention was broken from the game and focused towards the front as the door to the Leaky Tap opened. Milas stopped the figure in the doorway, the dim light alongside a hat they wore hid their face.

"About time," Lorenzo muttered. The cards in his hands came together into a small stack, and he slipped them into his inner coat pocket.

The figure was lead into the bar by Milas and seated at a table towards the entrance, yet their face was still obscured by their apparel. Alba strolled over to them while Milas came walking over to the table Jesper and Lorenzo shared.

"They're here, Mr. Willingham," Milas spoke quietly. When getting a nod in response from Lorenzo, he returned to the entrance.

Lorenzo spared a glance at Jesper, "Don't try cheating, shithead," he stood and rested a hand on Jesper’s shoulder before leaning in close to his ear, speaking in a low raspy whisper, "I'll know."

It was when Lorenzo began walking away that Jesper bit down hard on his lip. He shook his head and let out a shaky exhale. A grin grew on his warm face while he peered behind his shoulder, watching Lorenzo walk away.

As Lorenzo made his way to the table the person was sitting at, Alba returned to the table with a glass of wine and a glass of liquor. She sat both glasses down, the wine in front of the person and the liquor in front of the seat that Lorenzo would take.

"Thank you, darling," whatever accent this person had was thick, it was difficult to pin point where they came from. A kind smile formed on their cherry lips.

He sat across from the person, watching them as they took a sip from their glass of wine, "So, did it all go according to plan?" he spoke up once Alba walked away.

The hat was removed from their head, revealing the short perfectly wavy blonde hair underneath and brown doe eyes staring back at him. Not many knew the truth behind that façade this young woman had, "Wouldn't come strolling in like this if it didn't work, Lorenzo."

He drummed his fingers on the table, "Wonderful, Kirsikka. Now--"

"Money should be ready to be delivered in the upcoming days," Kirsikka ran her tongue across her teeth. Her lips pursed. "Just have to make sure things are clear and that anyone who perhaps got wind of anything are taken care of. The usual."

"Impressed by you, truly," Lorenzo leaned back in his chair and began drinking the liquor. "Perhaps we work together again in the future. You know your way with those rich fucks."

"Having a father who is one of those said rich fucks and therefore, having an in with them always helps. Many of them are easy to play and if they're difficult at first, well almost everybody has a weakness. . . even the ones who play it off that they don't," she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the table. Her chin laid on the back of her hand while she held up a singular finger, "There's always one, just got to find it."

He flashed a smile, mischief gleaning behind his eyes, "Always. "

The little wine left swirled in the glass, coating it briefly in a light purple before the liquid settled back down. She finished it off and stood, placing the hat back on and obscuring her face. Her hand began rummaging through her purse, "I'll return in a few days time with your agreed upon share. If any more ideas spark in that mind of yours, you know where to find me. Ta ta, Lorenzo Willingham." Kruge was tossed on the table and she headed towards the exit. She disappeared into the night.

Lorenzo exhaled and slouched into the chair. His fingers ran through his hair, the joy was difficult to hide. There was a pep in his step as he made his way back to the table with Jesper.

"Chipper Lorenzo?" Jesper raised a brow. "What a rare siting in front of me."

"Oh shut the fuck up," Lorenzo pulled Jesper out of his chair and pulled him in, the smile not faltering.

Jesper was squeezed as Lorenzo wrapped his arms around him. He returned the embrace and chuckled lightly with his cards still firmly in his grasp.

If Jesper wasn't so damn tall, Lorenzo would have probably picked up the sharpshooter, but he just continued to envelope him in his arms for a few long moments longer. "Ah, sorry," he pulled away and his fingers ran through his hair again, "I just. . . that just made me real happy. It worked! Those rich bastards. . . it's probably nothing to them, but this could build to something, get the real money out of those arses. Just need to think of how."

Jesper and Lorenzo sat back down, across from one another to continue their game. Both of them just seemed in a better mood now, the hug was what did it for Jesper.

"Now. . ." Lorenzo rubbed his chin with his finger while he pulled out his cards from his coat. He pointed it at Jesper, "it was your turn."

"Right," Jesper looked at his cards then at the discard deck. He picked up from the stock deck. There was a bit of shifting card positions before he laid the cards down on the table, "Super gin."

He scanned Jesper, squinting his eyes. Stupid shit. Lorenzo shook his head, "I'm not that dumb, I literally told you I'd know if you cheated. Wasn't lying, Fahey."

A playful groan left Jesper lips. He scooped up the cards off the table and leaned his head back, "You're no fun! We're not even betting with money. . . yet."

"I couldn't give a shite about cheating if it wasn't just the two of us. This is why I didn't want to bet. Now c'mon,

"New round. No cheating."

#0itmelex0: answered #0itmelex0: my writing #grishaverse ocs #oc: lorenzo willingham #lorenzo: writing #ship: lorenzoxjesper #this'll probably be like a few months to the start of the show #these idiots #i love them #kaz and inej are lucky they aren't there #i feel bad just any time they're around when jesper and lorenzo are being disgusting flirts #but this time was just real bad so thank the saints they weren't there #or they probably would have offed the flirty bastards #and by they i mean kaz

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spkmth · 4 years ago

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finished SHIELD’S MAIN GAME and POSTGAME, as well as THE ISLE OF ARMOR STORYLINE and CALYREX’S STORYLINE. some more thoughts.

OLEANA. here’s another character i couldn’t stand before playing the game ( and meeting @oleasters of course ) ... but came to love as i interacted with her. she’s a boss ass bitch who also has a lot of dedication both to her job and to rose, to the point that she begged me for help when it was clear that he’d gone off the deep end, even though i’d just given her a solid ass-whooping. i love her, and though her team went down easily i really enjoyed every minute of that fight.

ROSE. that battle theme was genuinely intimidating! his team went down like a sack of potatoes against my cinderace and mudsdale, but i still felt threatened because of the setting and the music. also despite his weird ass reasoning and timing ( seriously, right before i’m gonna beat up leon? ) , rose is a good guy ; it goes without saying that i really like him, even if piers wants him to take a long walk off a short pier.

LEON. as i thought, it was super satisfying to beat him up. the battle wasn’t easy either : his aegislash gave me a good bit of trouble, and if i hadn’t literally just caught eternatus i would have had nothing to counter his dragons. ( that little gimme kind of bothered me ; why give me a legendary right before facing the champion? but i’m not complaining since i needed it lol. ) coalossal one-shot his charizard because i hate that pandering son of a bitch. i still had more trouble facing down steven stone in ruby, but leon was a formidable foe. and as a bonus, he did become less obnoxious as i went along! i have yet to play around in the battle tower because i’m working through the dlc, but i look forward to facing him as a more chill and mature adult, with an added awesome outfit.

SORDWARD and SHIELBERT. wow did i hate these two. grating personalities, obnoxious dialogue, horrible hair ... there is nothing to like about these two except that they ended up in prison after i had to deal with them. though i genuinely laughed when they called themselves celebrities in front of piers and he acted like they’d shot him.

MORE PIERS! i knew that i’d get to battle alongside piers in the postgame, and i was pleased as punch every time i got to be around him. i felt like he was a beleaguered dad keeping two wild kids on those backpack harness things, strolling along behind me and hop as we sprinted around like a couple of dumbarses. his curtness with the sword / shield bros gave me life, and his irrational concern for marnie despite spikemuth not having a power spot was precious. this man ... i couldn’t love him more if i tried.

ISLE OF ARMOR. first of all, i adore kubfu. getting to run around with that cute baby made me so happy after work. i went with the tower of waters because i still can’t get a good water-type to save my arse and i have too many strong dark-types, and i really love my urshifu. that entire mini-story was super fulfilling! as for the rest of the isle, its pretty neat! its nice to ride around in the ocean and take sharpedo to the face. the diglett thing is super tedious but a nice way to get those alolan mons i love ; even got a litten with intimidate out of it! mustard is a genuinely intimidating foe and i struggled with him more than i did leon! the dojo trials were silly and i felt genuinely gross about avery, but overall i enjoy the isle quite a bit! it did give me some of my favorite mons back after all. / side eyes lycanroc

CROWN TUNDRA. thus far, i’ve caught calyrex and am working towards finding the three musketeers. this environment is right up my alley! calyrex’s storyline hit me right in everything i love : ancient myth, humans losing belief in a legend, pokémon that can speak ... it was awesome. i went the spectrier route and kind of regret it because that was a tough catch, since i couldn’t false swipe him into submission ... but spectrier just looks so gorgeous man. what an awesome horse. love the mare inspiration ( mare as in nightmare ) ; really wish glastrier could have been a kelpie of some kind. calyrex’s massive head bugged the shit out of me when i first saw it, but its grown on me! i’m so fucking ready to face the legendary titans.

anyway, thanks for listening while i ranted about this game. i haven’t enjoyed a game this much since ruby. i’m not a gamer ( not at all ), but pokémon was my childhood and continues to be a great source of comfort and enjoyment for me. if you’d like to add me, here’s my friend code : SW-3981-2972-3793. let’s go on some adventures together!

#▌ 𝅘𝅥𝅮 ( 𝘉𝘜𝘓𝘓𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘛 𝘉𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘈𝘋. ) —— OOC.#guess im livebloggin shield now

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omnivorousshipper · 4 years ago

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Request Friday: Roman gets taken hostage and it’s up to the ladies of FF to pull off a rescue. Unexpectedly (to the ladies) Owen Shaw shows up demanding to be allowed to help. Only bump— their rescue plan demands he wears a dress. He pulls a full on Mulan and rescues his man.

Thank you sooo much friend!! I was so hyped when you told me this prompt during my stream!! I can't wait for this! (Ps, this is how the all female FF movie should go down)

Letty glared at the large monitor

How the hell did this happen?

"How the hell did this happen?" Mia asked behind her

"I have no idea." Letty sighed, a hint of frustration evident in her voice

On the monitor, was a video playing on loop

A video of Roman Pearce getting himself taken hostage by the guy he was supposed to be spying on

"Isn't Roman supposed to be good at these missions by now?" Ramsey asked, walking up to them

"He's supposed to be." Letty snarled. "But it looks like we're going to have to save his sorry ass."

"Too bad it's just us." Mia said. "Having extra people to help distract him while we get him out would be nice."

"Don't worry, we'll make do." Ramsey smirked

"You have a plan." Letty said, and looked over at the computer hacker

"We'll need to do a bit of dress up, but it should work." Ramsey nodded

"Let's here it." Mia said. They stood around the monitor as Ramsey pulled up the blueprints to the building they were keeping Roman

"They'll no doubt be keeping him in the top floor, where Livingston's penthouse is. Roman should have been smart enough not to reveal who he's working with, so that should give us more time to save him."

"They’ll need that info before they kill him." Letty nodded along

"Exactly. And all we need to do is keep enough guards off of him and get him out."

"Meaning we'll need a good distraction."

"I hope you guys have some nice dresses, because there's going to be a ball tonight." Ramsey smirked at them

"Oh god," Letty groaned and rolled her eyes dramatically. "I hate having to fight in a dress. You can't keep any weapons on you!"

"Speak for yourself." A voice called out

All three of them jerked around to see Owen Shaw standing in the doorway, his face almost set in stone as he walked inside the room

"Owen, what are you doing here?" Letty asked and stepped in front of Mia and Ramsey

She trusted Owen, but she knew Mia trusted as far as she could throw him

"I'm here to save Roman." He said simply and stopped in front of Letty and kept his eyes trained on her

"Why?" She frowned and searched his eyes. She didn't see anything other than pure worry and determination in them

"Because he called me to help him."

"Why the hell would be do that?" Mia snapped

"Because I'm his boyfriend?" Owen drawled

"You are?" Ramsey yelped

"For only a few months, but yes." Owen nodded. "And I would like to save him before anything serious happens."

Letfy glanced over at Mia and Ramsey and they both shrugged. They could use another person on the team

"Um." Ramsey spoke up. "There is a sligh problem."

Frowning, Letty turned towards her

"You see," Ramsey said nervously and glanced between the other three. "I don't know if I can get him in."

"What do you mean?" Owen asked. "Just add a fake name to the list."

"That's the problem." Ramsey admitted. "There isn't a list. The guards are all given photos of the guests and forced to memorize them instead of having a concrete list. I can't hack that."

"Then how were you going to get us in?" Letty asked

"The guests can have plus ones. And in my experience, it's not too hard for lonely bachelor to willingly bring a woman he just met to these functions."

"But a lonely bachelorette is another thing." Letty hissed

"Don't worry about that." Owen said, making the three women look at him suspiciously. "I have that cover."

"What the hell are you planning, Oh?" Letty asked

"Don't worry," he smirked at her. "You're going to like it. So, tell me what kind of distraction we're going to make."

The three women glanced at each other, but ultimately didn't question what he had up his sleeve

They'd find out eventually after all

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Adjusting her hair, Letty closed her portable mirror and got out of her car. Looking around, everyone else was dressed to the nines and heading towards the hotel. Staying by her car, she waited for the others

Letty was wearing a black silk gown, and had her hair down. Meanwhile, she had two knives strapped to one of her thighs. She hoped both Ramsey and Mia had taken her suggestion that they do the same

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Mia and Ramsey walking up to her

Mia was in a short, pink dress with long-sleeves, while Ramsey was wearing a stunning yellow dress that seemed to wash over her body

"Where's Shaw?" Ramsey asked

"I'm not sure, but if he doesn't show soon, I'm going to beat the shit out of him." Letty grunted

"Oh, my god." Mia gasped

Letty followed her shocked gaze and felt her eyebrows raise in shock

Walking towards them was Owen

Wearing a long, elegant, green dress. There was a slit going up his leg, showing off his powerful thighs, while the sleeves covered his arms and his chest seemed to have grown overnight. The highcollar of the dress covered his neck and Adam's apple, while his hair was long and pinned beautifully

"About time you showed up." Letty said instead of a greeting

"Took a while to get my hair the way I wanted." He shrugged

"No shit."

"Come on, we need to get going." Ramsey urged them

Following behind her, Letty bumped her shoulder against Owen's

"You look pretty." She smiled up at him

"You do, too." He smiled back gently. "Now, let's go rescue my dumbarse of a boyfriend."

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Roman was sagged against the chair he was tied to when he heard a commotion outside the door

He was in a wooden chair with his hands tied behind his back and tape over his mouth. Several guards were stationed around the penthouse, with a few outside of it

All he could hear was

"Miss, this is a private room, you can't be- AH!" The guard screamed

Suddenly, the door was flung open, and the guards body thrown to the floor

Eyes widening, Roman watched in shock as Letty burst into the room, followed by-

Owen?

In a dress?

Roman was do lost on that thought, he nearly missed the way the two made their way through the guards and had everyone on the floor in minutes

Owen and Letty stood back to back, panting and still in fighting stances as unconscious bodies laid on the floor

Roman didn't know how he could want a single person more than he wanted Owen at that exact moment

The two dropped out of their stances and finally noticed Roman a few feet away

Owen rushed over to him and carefully pulled the tape off his mouth. He was leaned over Roman, who shoved himself forward and slammed their mouths together

"Oh come on!" Letty shouted. "Get a room!"

Roman barely heard her as he felt Owen kiss him and take his breath away

When they finally pulled away, Owen chuckled and wiped his thumb across Roman's lips

"Forgot I was wearing lipstick." He smiled

"If you could wear this again, I'd be willing to do anything to you." Roman said breathlessly

"Don't you mean 'for him'?" Letty asked

"Nope."

Owen smiled wicked down at him

"Don't give me too many ideas. I might just like you look this."

"That's it!" Letty yelled. "I'm leaving!"

Owen Roman followed after her at a much slower pace

~~~

I hope you enjoyed friend! I really loved this!!

#rowen #owen shaw #roman pearce #letty ortiz #mia toretto #ramsey #crossdressing #genderfuild character #asks #omni answers #omni writes

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 154

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Fussing over Lance, Lance sighed for the hundredth time at his boyfriend. He loved Keith. Treasured Keith. Adored Keith. Cherished him with everything he had, but surely their had to be some kind of limit to the amount on guy could fuss over another, especially seeing he’d been fussing over him since early morning. Keith had wanted to cancel their date on account of Lance’s morning sickness. Lance wasn’t having it. He was having his date with Keith and nothing was stopping him. Not nausea. Not lack of sleep. And not Keith fussing over him when he was totally fine-ish.

Keith was taking their date seriously. Lance was seriously kicking himself over the previous day, despite the fact that Keith finally working it out made him stupidly happy. Plus, Keith had enjoyed the evening, even if he had no idea what was happening at the time. His boyfriend had taken this date seriously enough that he’d spent a hefty chunk of time on his phone working out where they were going. Knowing Keith would consider his feelings, he really hoped that Keith had seen how much he wanted to do something with him that his boyfriend enjoyed. Things were better that way. That way they’d both be excited and have more to talk about than just Lance blabbing on and on about his own interests.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve got your hands on your stomach”

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes at Keith, Lance wondered where else his hands would be. The twins were moving, like they were as excited as Lance was for this date

“Keith, it’s kind of the most convenient place for them”

“You’re not in pain?”

Lance gave in to the urge to roll his eyes as he replied

“I’m fine. Like the other hundred and one times you asked. I’m fine and I’m excited, but no pain”

Other than the discomfort of having to pee, and the general achiness of his hips. He’d been anxious about the date, being pregnant and all that, but now he was in disguise... Kind of. He had his jumper on that no longer really hid his bump, but the cap on his head his hair, and the thick sunglasses took up most of his face. Coran has given them the okay to go out, as long as they were careful and Lance took things easy. Around his neck was a blue scarf, that Keith had stunk up for him, so he was as ready as he was ever going to be when it came to slipping back into the general human population.

Huffing, Keith drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, waiting for the lights to turn green. Lance clueless and loving that he was

“I’m sorry... I know you’re excited”

“I am. And you’re anxious that I’m not going to like the surprise...”

“A bit”

“Babe. It’s not going to be like super different than normal. It’s you and me, seeing something together. It’s about making memories and not stressing”

“I know. I still... want things to go well”

He would have kissed Keith if Keith wasn’t so focused on not killing them

“They will. Just concentrate on not getting us lost”

Keith shot him a scowl, deadpan with his reply

“You’re hilarious”

Another 5 minutes passed before they were pulling into the parking lot and Lance was lighting up. Being landlocked Platt didn’t have a whole lot of water around it. There was an artificial dam of sorts, where people could swim, boat and fish, and for some reason there was also this place. Platt Aquarium and Animals. Their sign boasted about the conservation work they did in the area. It’d been a long time since Lance went there. Probably sometimes around his first year back at college when he’d only just made friends with Pidge and Hunk. He’d brought Mami along, so she could meet them again, and it was one of those places he’d meant to take Keith on a date to before all the craziness had happened.

Cutting the engine, Keith seemed tense. Lance reaching out to place his hand on his boyfriend’s thigh

“This is it, right?”

“I mean... uh... if it’s not too lame”

Probably a little lame, but by Lance’s standards it was a whole lot of unlame

“It’s not lame. Did you know this place has sharks?”

“It said on the website”

“That’s the whole reason isn’t it? You want to see sharks and tell them their traitors for not having two dicks, don’t you?”

Keith’s cheeks reddened. Lance chuckling. His boyfriend was so cute when he blushed

“It’s fine. As long as you don’t get the compulsion to try punch one”

“I’m not going to punch a shark. Not unless it tries to make you lunch”

Lance raised an eyebrow, knowing full well what Keith meant

“I could support a shark making me a sandwich”

Keith groaned. His boyfriend too stressed to be able to take a joke

“Not like that. Why... How would that even work?”

The mental images shouldn’t have been as funny as they were, he couldn’t help the small giggle at the thought

“Carefully. Seriously, if you keep stressing in going to start stressing”

“But is it enough? I wanted to...”

“Babe, you’re overthinking. This is one of the places I wanted to bring you. I think the names changed, but this place is super cool. I thought you’d love taking photos of the fish”

“So... this is better than a shooting range, right?”

“Much. Let’s go already. I want to see all the fish and the animals. I think they even have bats here. You’re not going to get me confused with another bat, are you?”

“As long as you stay human”

“Well I can’t seem to turn into a bat carting around our twins, so I think we’re pretty safe in that department”

“You’ll let me know if you need a break or anything?”

“Yes, dad. Now can we go in?”

Keith paid for their tickets, Lance already losing concentration when it came to the tanks filled tiny neon fish in the reception area. Keith’s eyes had lit up the moment they’d stepped through the doors, Lance smiling at his boyfriend’s excitement that Keith was trying not to let break his cool calm “adult” demeanour. Keith had probably never got to go to an aquarium as a kid. Shiro had to have taken him, or maybe Shiro and Adam had made a family day of it. Lance hoped so. He hoped Keith wasn’t overthinking him having been there before. Having older siblings meant doing this kind of thing when Mami and Papi could afford it. When he’d been a kid there’d been this face painter at an aquarium they’d been to. Lance had his face painted with as many different fish as he could, then refused to take a shower that night because he didn’t want them to come off. Instead most of them scratched off against his pillow and he’d been devastated the following morning.

Sliding their tickets into his wallet, Keith took him by the hand as Lance moved away from the family wanting to get to the ticket counter. His boyfriend putting his wallet in his back pocket, staring at his feet as he did

“You probably know this place better than I do”

Stupid nerves. Lance wanted to kiss away all Keith’s anxieties. Sure, internally he was paranoid and just as fearful of something going wrong, but if he kept to that chain of thought then neither of them would have any fun

“If that’s your way out of us seeing everything, I’ve got news for you”

“I mean... where do we go?”

There were maps, and three different ways to the exit. Keith would know this if he wasn’t so anxious. His boyfriend had no right being so adorable

“You follow the yellow arrows on the floor until you’re past the biggest tank. That’s the one with the sharks in it”

“And is there anything I shouldn’t do?”

Other than punching sharks? And following common sense? Nope. There was only one “rule” that Lance could think of which would ease both their anxieties

“Yep. But the absolute worst thing you can do here is let go of my hand. I want to see everything here with you”

Keith ducked his head as he squeezed Lance’s hand, embarrassed as he mumbled

“I didn’t mean that”

“I know. Still, I want to hold your hand”

“You already are, dumbarse”

“Yep. I’m not letting go either. You’ll wander off and get lost if I do”

“If anything, you’re the one more likely to wander off”

“Why would I? I mean, like, the best part of the date is you, so why would I leave your side?”

Keith groaned at him, Lance bumping him with his hip

“Come on, mullet. Let’s go see some fishes... I wonder if they actually have mullets here... a photo of a mullet in front of a mullet...”

Keith stepped on his toes lightly, Lance shaking his head as he grinned. This was going to be the most awesome date ever. He was going to make sure of it.

Lance was a vampire in too deep. He couldn’t help himself and now he was lost as Keith tried to make conversation over the “colony of Nemo’s” in the tank they’d stopped to coo over. He couldn’t help but be distracted, and what was worse was that Keith had noticed his distraction. His boyfriend trying to make more of an effort, though he absolutely didn’t need to. Excusing himself to the bathroom. Lance went through the usual routine, before standing in front of the mirror. He didn’t look like he was having a good time. He didn’t look terribly healthy either. There was a major problem he was having and it was ruining his whole date.

Keith was too cute.

Trying to fix his appearance up in the bathroom, he came out to find his boyfriend sitting on the bench looking dejected. With his elbows on his thighs and his figure hunched forward as he held his head in his hands, Lance felt like a douche. He wasn’t trying not to have a good time. He just kept looking at Keith and getting caught up in the expression on his face. The wonder. The innocence. The way he scrunched his nose and put on a posh accent as he tried to pronounce species names. This date was so perfect that his stupid heart was dying from a Keith overload. They weren’t clumsy teens fawning over each other, they were supposed to be mature adults... but that went out the window each time Keith would smile and Lance would find his own smile growing wider. Keith was stressing out and his boyfriend had no clue. Despite how embarrassing it was going to be, he was going to have to tell him so Keith knew the date was anything but awful.

Sitting down beside his boyfriend, Keith sighed heavily

“I fucked this up again, didn’t I?”

Lance’s heart damn near broke

“No. No... it’s not that”

“I thought you’d be happy...”

“I am”

“So why are you... so sad?”

Resting his head against Keith’s shoulder, Lance let out a shaky breath, trying not to cry over Keith feeling so bad

“It’s...”

“It’s me, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. But not the way you think”

Lance cringed at his own words. Zero reassurance right there. Flinching a little as Keith sat up and he was forced to move back

“I wanted this to go well”

“I... okay. This is kind of embarrassing, but I can’t take my eyes off of you”

Drawing his brow, Keith seemed ready to start yelling or internally implode trying to ask what the heck that meant without having quite the right words or brainpower to figure them out. Right. He could do this. He’d comforted Keith a hundred times before... though if that was true than his boyfriend probably should have more rights when it when it came to fussing

“I mean... You just look so happy and so cute that I keep getting distracted by you. And then I realise I’ve kind of mostly missed everything because I can’t take my eyes off you. I’m not not having a good time. I’m just being... weird... because... you’re really cute”

“What the fuck?”

Finally it was Lance’s chance to groan. What part of what he’d said wasn’t making sense

“You. Look. Cute”

“You’re watching me instead of the fish?”

“I’m watching you watching the fish...”

“I start looking at the fish then I see you and my heart goes weird. I’m having a small panic about what to do though. I like being able to talk to you about your interests, and mine, in this case. But I can’t seem to keep my eyes off you”

Keith opened and closed his mouth, before dramatically sighing and ruffling up his hair

“What am I supposed to say about that?!”

“I don’t know”

“You sound like you love me, or something?”

As if that could be doubted. He wouldn’t be having so much trouble paying attention if he didn’t

“I do. Very much. Have you taken many photos?”

“Yeah... I mean... a few”

Lance had the feeling Keith was trying to cover up that most of those photos were of him from the tightness in his boyfriend’s tone

“We should take some more. I don’t want to forget this day”

Keith dropped his head down to kiss Lance on the shoulder

“Where I made your brain go all stupid?”

“Mhmm. If you think I’m stupid now, you should see me later”

Keith cocked his head

“What do you mean?”

“You see, I have this boyfriend. He’s kind of fucking amazing... and he turns me into this massive mess when we’re in bed together. Can’t think at all about anything important other than him. Zero brain cells remaining”

Keith snorted at him, Lance managing to sound to proud and serious at the same time, ruining it by laughing at the end. Keith deserved to feel good about himself. He was wonderful and everything Lance could want. Other people had stared at Keith as they’d made their way through the complex, but Keith was oblivious to their looks

“Are you sure you had brain cells to begin with?”

“My sources say no. I’m sorry I made you worry. I know you want everything to go well, and it is. I love you”

“I love you, too. Though I do think the fish are much more interesting than I am”

“That’s because you don’t see what I see. Just like elbow me if you catch me staring or phasing out”

Lance tilted his head, leaning down to nuzzle into Keith, Keith wrapping his arms around him as he nuzzled back

“Nah. Having you watching me... it’s nice to know you can’t take your eyes off me”

None of the fish compared to Keith. Not the tiny Neon Tetras, or the rainbow of colours of the fake coral reef that the Gropers swam over. The Black Cardinals reminded him of Shiro and the clownfish of watching Finding Nemo for the first time. He didn’t know what fish suited Keith the best, but he’d buy a whole damn aquarium if he got to see Keith so excited every day of his life. Actually, he wouldn’t. His boyfriend would be sad each time a fish passed and they were both pretty clueless over how much went into running a place like that. What Lance really wished was that he could bottle the happiness he felt when he watched Keith’s eyes tracking the fish in the tanks. The way his eyes would widen, or he’d squint to find the fish in the tank, then widen when he’d found his target. They should have picked up Keith’s proper camera. Next time they’d have to come with the twins and the rest of their family. But that’d be okay because he’d gotten to see all these expressions on Keith’s face that made him fall in love all over again.

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lilmissbeanie · 4 years ago

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Just a quick one! Who doesn’t love this dinosaur boy? And out comes my Dinosaur knowledge.

"I mean honestly why would the put the opening to the first book at the start of the second movie?" Y/n questioned Tsukishima as they sat with the rest of the Karasuno team, whose heads were flicking back and forth between the two.

"It's true it makes no sense and the amount they missed out quite a few important facts from the first book that should really have been in the movie. Like the actual amount of raptors in the movie and how they did breed." Y/n nodded in agreement with Tsukki point.

"Uh huh, and the fact that they didn't put in the scene with Muldoon using the rocket launcher. I mean and they are calling them velociraptors when they are Utahraptors."

"Wait; what?" Tsukki and Y/n heads twisted to look at Hinata with lazy expressions.

"What do you want you simpleton." Tsukki eyes glared at him.

"I wanted to know what you meant about the raptors you said two names, I thought the only kind was Velociraptors." Tsukki scoffed at Hinata, and Y/n gave a slight smile at the dinosaurs lost boy.

"Hinata, there are like twenty-nine different types of raptor, and velociraptors are the size of a turkey not the size of the ones in the movie which as Utahraptors but aparently Velociraptors sounds cooler." Y/n explained as she patted his head, before turning back to Tsukki, "And it's so incorrect, scientifically, ya know."

He was nodding as he took a sip from his juice box.

"Isn't this you two's favourite movie?" Daichi asked frowning, why they were picking it apart.

"Oh, yea! We love it but doesn't mean we won't pick it apart Daichi."

"So why is it scientifically incorrect?" Suga asked, generally interested in what the nerds had to say.

"Cause Jurassic park could never happen, dinosaurs will never come back."

"Uh-huh, what he said." Y/n said nibbling on her Onrigri. "That's because DNA becomes unreadable after 1.5 million years, well under the right conditions, 6.8 million, and the oldest recorded is about eight hundred thousand years old, and that was in the ice in Greenland."

"So Jurassic Park will never happen?" Hinata cried out, Tsukki rubbed his temples while Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose.

"No, dumbarse it won't, at most, we may get is mammoths." Tsukki glared at him for interrupting the conversation again.

"So we will never see dinosaurs?"

"Not entirely true, you see them every day." Y/n shrugged like it was common knowledge.

"What?" Kageyama titled his head to one side.

"Birds, your highness," Tsukki smirked, seeing the vain pop in Kageyama's forehead.

"Tsukki be nice." Y/n scolded "Not everyone is nerds like us when it comes to dinosaurs."

Which just made him glare at the girl in front of him, she just glared back at the boy.

" How long till they get together?" Asahi asked Suga and Daichi with there matching knowing looks.

“Spino or Rex?” Tsukki asked Y/n.

"Oh Rex for sure, I mean come on, palaeontologists reckon that the Spinosaurus was a piscivore and was designed for that type of haunting in rivers and swamps which to be honest he would have the advantage there but the rex was a born killer."

"So the fight in Jurassic Park three is wrong?" Yamaguchi asked.

"In my option, yes it was." Y/n nodded at him. "But it would have never happened anyway, there are nine-point nine million years between the two species."

"TSUKKI!" Y/n yelled as she through the door to his class open.

"What?" He groaned, pulling his headphones off to look at the girl in the doorway looking out of breath like she just ran across the school."

"Mosaurus or Megalodon?”

"Firstly, forty million years betw-"

"Yea, yea I know, just answer the goddamn question, Tsukishima." She rolled her eyes, turning the chair from the desk in front of his around and taking a seat. Her chin placed on her palm, leaning on his desk as he huffed crossing his arms, leaning back in his chair.

"Well both creatures both being relatively the same size, the mosasaurs would have had much power with its four flippers while megalodon would have hunted from below and got the sneak attack. So really, I reckon it would depend on who is stronger." Nodding Y/n stood up and put the chair back in its place.

As she walked past Tsukki, he grabbed her wrist lightly, "Did you want to come over and watch walking with dinosaurs with me tonight?"

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes, she could see the very light pink blush spread across his nose. Not once had they ever watched anything dinosaur-related together, they spoke about it, but they never spent time together with each other our side of school.

"It's a date, I’ll meet you after practice." She leant down, placing a light kiss on his cheek before slipping out of his class and back to hers. That was the start of their relationship, very dinosaur heavy one at that.

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thesmalltowngal · 5 years ago

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COC Snowbaz 30- Silver or Wedding Bells? (Both?)

COC #30: Christmas Celebration

Simon has some plans in the works for Baz’s Christmas gift this year... and it’s a big one.

~ This has been the most stressful month or two, but I’m so so glad I did it. I feel I’ve really improved my writing, and I’ve loved getting all the comments and feedback on these prompts! So, here’s the last one for our boys. And happy holidays/merry Christmas Eve to whomever celebrates it! Enjoy! ~

Baz is staring contentedly out our bedroom window at the freshly falling flakes like he can’t take his eyes away. I’m laying in our bed, watching him watch the snow. He sighs and then turns to glance at me. “I love Snow.” (He doesn’t love the real snow- not really.) He says it every year. I asked him about it once, last year. (You always tell me that the snow can kindly fuck off. What d’you mean you love the snow? He just laughed and said, different kind of snow, you git.) It had me puzzled for a few days before I figured it out. He means he loves me. We’re not that good at expressing our feelings- it’s his way of telling me he loves me. At least, I think. He never actually confirmed it.

I get up from my place on the bed to go to wrap my arms around him from behind and nuzzle my face into his neck. “Love you, too.” I say, but it’s muffled by his neck. He chuckles and leans down a bit to rest his chin on my curls.

“What was that, Snow?” I look back up and peck him on the lips.

“Nothing, love.” Then I go back to my spot on the bed and keep watching as he looks back out the window. It’s Christmas Eve today- we’ll be opening presents in only a moment. Right now Penny is celebrating with her mum and dad at their house (and Shepherd), and Baz and I will be celebrating with his family tomorrow. (Penny opened our presents yesterday, and vice versa. She got me baking classes. Now you can bake sour cherry scones on your own she had told me.) But Baz and I decided that we wanted a more private Christmas Eve, with just ourselves in our flat. Crowley am I nervous for present opening. But also bloody well excited.

I got him a jumper, a stuffed vampire, the DVD Frozen 2 (I know he’s been wanting to see it for forever, though he’d never admit it), and a… a ring. I’ve been thinking a bit (although considered to be dangerous- good, this time) and I think… well, I think I’d like to marry Baz. We’ve been together for five years, even though it feels longer than that. I love him, and he loves me. We’ve been through everything together, and I just figure, why not make it sealed? The ring is wrapped and under our fake little tree now, waiting to be opened and put on.

“Alright, Snow. How about a cuppa and then we can open presents?” Baz turns to me, and I take a moment to admire the way he looks. He has a bit of stubble on his chin (I would never fucking admit to it, but I quite like it) and his long hair is pulled into a bun. He’s right fit, filling his pyjama shirt and sweatpants. (His arse looks nearly as good in trackies as it does in jeans.) Fuck if I don’t love him. (It was so hard for me to admit that for a long, long time. Too fucking long. And I don’t just mean after Watford. Should’ve known earlier.)

“Works for me.” I haul myself out of bed, jittering the whole way. Baz notices and takes my hand as he makes and pours the tea for us.

“Everything alright, love?” I nod my head and smile like I don’t think I’m going to shit out butterflies or knots at any second. He nervously looks at the cups of tea in front of us and then turns back to me.

“Y’know, I could think of some… other ways to warm you up, Snow.” I can’t help the smirk that creeps across my face. (Crowley it took a long time for us to talk to each other like… this. To do anything like this. All because of my fucking problems, which I still get sometimes.)

“Oh?” I cock an eyebrow (not nearly as well as he can) as he nods and pulls me closer. I can feel my tail whipping around behind me, so I tell it to still and then wrap it around Baz’s leg. He leans in and presses his lips to mine- I still wonder how it can feel like coming home after all these years. He’s cold, and soft, and perfectly Baz. I open my mouth to let his tongue in, and we snog like that for a long while. (I’ve got a right hard-on, which Baz offers to fix for me. I tell him I can wait until after presents.) (If all goes according to plan, we’ll need plenty of shag energy for after the proposal.)

Finally, after we’ve… settled, we’re under the tree, presents in front of the both of us. I go first and see that he got me a jumper. The same exact one as the one I got him. I can’t help but laugh out loud, prompting him to open up his jumper. When he does, his face is alight, completely fucking full of joy. (I love it when he gets happy like this. When I make him happy like this.) We both pull our jumpers on over our pyjama shirts (Well, his pyjama shirt. I haven’t got one on at all) and he’s grinning like an absolute nutter.

“What’s so funny?” Seeing him laugh makes me laugh by extension- even if I don’t know what he’s on about. (It’s just so rare, these happy moments. First there were my problems, and then we got to his. Then his dad dying, and Fiona getting paralyzed… it’s been a hard few years.)

“We look horrendous!” I may not have ever been good at maths, but I’m fairly bloody certain that that isn’t something to laugh about.

“And you… like that?” (S’pose I’m laughing, too. We do look well ridiculous.)

“I love it.” He moves his presents closer to me and climbs into my lap.

“Why?”

“Because we match.” I remember what Baz’s mum - Natasha - used to tell him. Light a match in your heart, and blow on the tinder. That’s how it feels to be with Baz. Like sparks. Like fire. Strong and passionate and resolute. He lights a match in my heart, and every day with him is just another blow on the tinder. (S’why I want to marry him, I s’pose. That and the fact that he’s well fit.) I give him a sound kiss and then move my open my next present. (An ornament for our Christmas tree- a sour cherry scone!) Then it’s his turn again. (He loved the vamp- called me a prat.)

Now it’s my turn, the last present to open before he gets to the big one. It’s small and boxed shape, and as I unwrap the silver from around it, I’m stunned bloody speechless. It’s a ring box. Fucking tosser, always trying to steal my ideas! He’s down on his knee now, which is a bit awkward because I’m still sitting. (Just like us- awkward and clumsy, but still wildly romantic.)

“Simon, I-”

“No.” He stops in the middle of his speech, eyes dropping. His whole body sags, but before he can go too far, I say “Well, er- not no, I mean. Just- oh for Merlin’s sake. Just open your next present.” I shove it into his hands and he looks like he’s heartbroken. (I hate myself for doing that to him- but it’s for good reason!)

He runs a hand over his face and through his hair. “But Simon, I think we should talk abo-”

“Hush up-” I put my hand out to tell him to stop. He looks utterly taken aback. “Just open it, love.” He still looks hesitant as he slowly unwraps it- every movement is torturous. When he fucking finally gets the god forsaken thing opened, his face lights up. Like a (pardon the pun) Christmas tree.

“I don’t know what to-” I’m still holding the ring he got for me, and he’s still holding mine. I cut him off and get on my knee, too. (Now we’re just lunging in front of each other- which’d be plenty more normal if we were in a… different situation.)

“Listen, you prat. You’re always trying to one-up me with your big romantic gestures, and well. I’m bloody sick of it, yeah?” I glance down at the box I hold in my hand. “Your bloody gorgeous ring you bought, how well fit you are, and just- all of it. So let me try for once, yeah?” This is the longest I’ve gone without stumbling over my words, and I thank Crowley for it. He nods and smiles a bit, letting me go on. “We’ve been together for five years now- this marks our anniversary. Five years ago today, I stumbled back onto your doorstep and told you I wanted to tumble around and be happy boyfriends. I told you I wanted to be your terrible boyfriend-”

“You did a right job at that, Snow-”

“Oh piss off,” I laugh. “And for some reason, you accepted. You make me feel, um- well this is bloody hard since I don’t talk about this, but, er- after all of the Humdrum, America and Watford stuff, I didn’t think we’d make it. It was hard and tiring, and I never knew how to just talk to you. But in that year, there were these… pockets. Of happiness. Times where I’d look over and see you reading, and I’d go over and we’d snog a bit. Times where we would be in public and I wouldn’t hold your hand- and instead of raising a bloody fuss, you just cracked jokes. You made me laugh when I felt like I never would again. I held true to my promise of being your terrible boyfriend. Now please, would you let me be your terrible fiance until we get married? Er- would you marry me, I s’pose is what I’m s’posed to say.” I look at him- really look at him as I lay my heart out. The love in his eyes, that I had always convinced myself wasn’t really there. The way he softened when I talked about how hard things were for me. Just… him.

“Well, Snow. That was lovely. And as promised, I won’t one-up you this time, even though I do have a bloody perfect speech all prepared,” I laugh and he smiles back at me, his eyes shining with tears unshed, and words unsaid. “But I do want you to know that I love you more than anything in this world. I would gladly get staked for you. Through all the things we’ve gone through - that I’ve gone through - my dad, mainly… you’ve been there for me. Every time I felt I hadn’t a shoulder to cry on, there yours was. You’re always there, so bright, so… alive. You make me feel alive, Snow. So, well. Marrying you… it’s never been a question of if for me. Always a question of when. So of course I’ll marry you, dumbarse- but will you marry me?” I’m laughing through my tears. Even when we’re bloody proposing, we never cease to insult each other at any chance we get. (Old habits die hard.)

I launch myself into his arms, making him fall backward onto his back. I snog him senseless (I knew we’d need post-proposal shag energy) on top of him, and he holds me there, pressing back like I’m the air he breathes. I pull back for a beat and say, “Obviously I’ll marry you, wanker.” He smiles back up at me, eyes gleaming. (I’m sure I look the same.) (I can’t wait to tell Penny the news.)

I’m marrying Baz.

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mrsren · 5 years ago

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I’ve been sitting on this since the end of July, and I’m determined to get to the end of it and post it all this year! There just aren’t enough Remus/Hermione stories out there.

Chapter One

October 29th, 1998

Hermione exhaled, blowing her stubborn bangs from her face as she made her way through the castle. Of course, Harry and Ron wanted to leave their assignment for the last possible moment. That was so like them, wasn’t it? Though when she stopped to think about it, there was a falter in her step.

After everything they’d been through, weren’t they owed the chance at a regular year in Hogwarts? A regular year—not that any of them had ever had one—would include procrastination when it came to assignments, Quidditch, and breaking curfew. They had done the last one quite a few times, but only when it came to underhanding a psychopath.

She heaved another sigh. Apologies could come later, which her two friends would milk until the novelty of it wore off. A part of it was a result of her own issues, ones that could hardly be placed on their shoulders.

It wasn’t as if Hermione had been reasonable, and just talked to them. That would have been too simple!

Ginny passed her in the corridor with Luna’s arm looped through hers. “Hey, Hermione! We’re headed down to the pitch for a while if you want to come by later. I know it’s not as entertaining for you... “ She trailed off. “Is something wrong?”

Hermione shook her head. “Not at all. I’m going to work on a Charms assignment, but I’ll try to make my way down there soon.” She smiled. “Hi, Luna.” Ducking around the two girls before the more eccentric half could say something, well, eccentric, Hermione escaped through the nearest entrance of the library.

There was something to be said about the way her heart pounded during the simplest interactions with the classmates she considered friends. As if there were something just below her skin, itching madly until she escaped, it was all she could do to hold a conversation or half of one.

Shouldering her bag, Hermione made her way down the shelves, dragging her finger along the ageing spines, until she landed on the book she needed. It was a ragged copy, the spine collapsed, and the cover was about to fall off. It would completely fall apart within a few more terms, and magic wouldn’t be able to stitch it back together, she imagined.

Carefully holding it together, she spotted a slip of parchment sticking out from the front. A student probably left their notes. She settled into the chair she always used, crossing her legs at the ankle as she opened the cover. “Mother of Merlin,” Hermione gasped.

It was well of six hundred years old if the title page was to be believed. Surely it was the oldest tomb in the Hogwarts library, or close to it. Why wasn’t it kept in the Restricted Section for safekeeping? Madam Pince was overbearing when it came to her books…

She chanced a look at the librarian, half expecting the woman to notice the tome she held, and rip it from her hands. For some reason she didn’t understand, Hermione hated the idea, and angled herself with her back faced toward the front of the librarian.

The spine gave a low creak, and her eyes widened. She would just need to be very careful to not damage the book anymore. As was her habit, Hermione pulled the parchment from between the dusty pages. It was curiosity that led to it. Sometimes she found meticulous notes, or other times a girl had doodled on the edges of an assignment.

In second year, Hermione found a note that was a love letter addressed to Harry, from one Ginny Weasley, and she’d set it on fire. It wouldn’t have done anything but cause a dilemma had Harry received it.

Hermione unfolded it, laying it on the table and flattening it with her hand.

Do you believe in this rubbish? was written in a messy script, rivalling Harry’s.

Yes. The reply was written in cursive, the loop of the first letter neatly looping into the second, and Hermione lingered on that. Just because you only believe in getting into a girl’s knickers and leaving doesn’t mean everyone else does, you ponce. Though the parchment was aged, it was clear that the one to write the second had been pressed down roughly, the ink bleeding furiously from their quill.

It was interesting.

I don’t just leave them, Moony.

Sixth year. Prove me wrong.

SIXTH YEAR WAS DIFFERENT. YOU SAID YOU UNDERSTOOD!!

About that mate…. I lied.

Hermione’s hands shot to her mouth to stifle her laugh. She wondered who the two arguing were. Moony was clearly a nickname, and one she’d heard before, but evidently, someone else had thought of it too.

You’ve taken one or two tumbles in a broom cupboard. Don’t pretend that you’re any better than I am.

Yes, I snogged my girlfriend—a key word missing from your vocabulary—in a broom cupboard after patrols. You wouldn’t know what those are, but when a student is very, very good, they get a shiny badge. It gives them powers to take points from you for being such a dumbarse.

That’s shite. Where’s my shiny badge then?

You’ve never been good in your life.

Neither have you, shitehead.

Yes, well, I’m better at hiding it. Just this morning, you openly flirted with McGonagall.

She was giving me detention. Minnie loves me.

Hermione’s eyes widened. Minnie?

Sure she does. That’s why she gave you three detentions instead of the one.

Hermione folded up the parchment, her lips curved into a wide smile while her shoulders shook. She set to writing her notes, fact-checking the information she’d already learned as she went.

As she scribbled a soulmate charm can transcend time and space and it can invoke itself without a caster, Hermione neglected to notice the pages sparking below her left hand, hidden by a curtain of riotous curls.

October 30th, 1978

“Moony…” Sirius sang.

Remus buried his face in his pillow, covering his ears as he bent the pillow around his head. “Go away. It’s Saturday.”

His bed dipped below a sudden weight, probably Sirius’ knee. “Wake up, you said you’d come with us today. James and Peter are already downstairs.”

He groaned. “I don’t want to go.”

“Are you mental? Marlene McKinnon and a bunch of other birds are doing yoga by the Great Lake. How can you not want to go?”

Wearily, Remus lifted his head just long enough to glare at his friend. “I don’t want to watch them, Sirius. It’s a bit too creepy for my taste.”

“Creepy?” Sirius echoed, looking aghast.

“Lecherous, whatever,” Remus waved his hand. “Why is James going? He’s already won Lily over.”

“Lily is also doing yoga, and we both know James isn’t going to give this chance up.” Sirius shook his shoulder. “Come on, you can have a lie-in anytime!”

“No, I really can’t Not with you lot always waking me up for something. Leave me be.” Remus ripped the blanket over his head. “I’ll meet you later, but not before noon.”

Sirius grumbled under his breath, calling him several colourful names, but the door swung shut moments later.

Finally, Remus thought. He’d been running behind on sleep since the full moon and had yet to catch up. It was already difficult to drag himself through classes in the week following, but why Sirius thought he was going to tag along to watch yoga, he had no idea.

As he was on the edge of sleep, dreams skirting around him, the bedside table seemed to be...vibrating? Remus shot up, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight. His glasses tipped over the edge as the entire table rocked back and forth. Opening the drawer warily, Remus found the book he’d checked out yesterday was glowing.

He ought to not pick it up. It would be better to involve a professor since he didn’t know what could happen, but Remus stretched out his hand anyway. The book written on soulmates was decrepit, a few users away from disintegrating. At first glance, it didn’t appear to be particularly interesting.

At a later glance, considering it was glowing around the edges, it might have been special.

He picked up the book, magic pooling around his fingertips as they made contact. Remus sat crosslegged, rubbing his eyes, as he opened the book. Curiously, the parchment that held his and Sirus’ squabble had vanished.

There was a set of notes in place of it. “What?” Remus quietly mused while he lifted it. The notes were much like the ones he had in his own bag, detailing soulmate charms, the causes, and effects. Only they hadn’t come from him. The writing was feminine, the i’s dotted neatly, and the t’s crossed with a straight line.

He stared at the parchment for a long moment, several seconds passing as he searched it. There wasn’t a name, but he found the initials H.G. and there was a date in the upper corner of 29/10, the year left off the end.

He’d checked the book out yesterday morning, just as the library opened. How could someone have put their notes inside of it, and taken his when it had been with him since?

Between the next two pages, he found a short paragraph. It seemed to be a journal entry, and dread filled him as his eyes focused on one word: war.

I’ve decided not to meet Harry and Ron at the pitch even though I know I’m acting like a coward. Something has shifted since the end of the war. They make the effort to remain friends, but I know they’ve moved forward, and I’m… I’m stuck. I remember everything, a sick replay in my head, and I can’t forget. I don’t know how they can adjust to being back at Hogwarts where everyone—

I can’t even say it to myself. I don’t know how they can stand to walk into the Great Hall. I’m not sure I’ll ever reach that point.

Parchment was thin, light, but as he held it, he found himself with a weight that only grew heavier. The war was ongoing, current, just outside the castle walls. Remus didn’t know where all of them would go after school, but he was certain that all paths would lead to violence, one way or the other.

She spoke as if the war were over, as if Hogwarts had been ground zero.

Remus didn’t know why he pocketed her thoughts. They weren’t his, but he found that he was unable to help himself. Reaching for the table, he plucked a quill and scrap of parchment from inside.

Who are you? He shut the book, trapping his words amongst the pages, and waited.

October 31st, 1998

Hermione stared at the note for twenty-four hours, opening the book several times throughout the day to be sure she hadn’t imagined it. Her paper was gone, and her stomach was in knots ever since. Everywhere she looked, she wondered if she was looking at the student who had nicked her words for themselves.

Over the day, nothing happened. No one stared at her in her classes, and not one person approached her.

“‘Mione!” Ron yelled.

Her head snapped up and she slammed the book shut, wincing immediately at her harsh treatment of a book that was already going to fall apart. She didn’t need to speed up the process any. “What is it?”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “You didn’t hear a thing, did you?” Ron laughed. “They’re throwing a party in Hogsmeade for Halloween.”

She knew that, she just hadn’t planned to go. “It’s for Samhain, Ron. There will be rituals for it.”

He’d already tuned her out, as soon as her tone switched to the one she used for academics. “Yeah, yeah. Adults will be doing that, but we’ll be up to our ears in Firewhisky in the Three Broomsticks.”

It sounded like a time that would result in her throwing up for the majority of the next morning. “I’m not getting drunk.” She muttered, and Harry bumped her shoulder without breaking his conversation with Ginny. “I’ll come, but I’m bringing my book with me.”

Ron sighed, but let it go since it was the only way she could be coerced into going.

How did you get my book? I’ve had it since yesterday.

Hermione finally swallowed her pride, unsure of what would follow, but one thing was for certain: it was a mystery, and she wanted to unravel it. The Three Broomsticks was a flurry of chaos around her, her friends clinking their tumblers together, and booze sloshing from the edges. She cast a water repelling charm to keep the book from being ruined.

After sixty-nine agonising seconds--she had counted while the contents of her dinner rolled over in her belly--Hermione watched the paper she’d just slid against the spine vanish. Squeaking, she lifted the book, her high regard for keeping it in pristine condition slipping as she held the book by the cover and shook it.

Nothing fell from the pages beyond dust.

“Hermione?” Ron said from beside her, arching an eyebrow. “What are you doing?” His speech wasn’t slurred, not yet, but his breath smelled of booze.

She swallowed. If Ron had noticed her odd behaviour, it was likely everyone else would too. “I lost my notes. I just didn’t want to rewrite them.”

He laughed lightly. “I’m sure they’re in your dorm. Why don’t you have a drink? You’ve been on edge, haven’t you?”

Her eyes widened. “You noticed?” Hermione breathed.

Ron looked offended. “I know I used to have the emotional range of a teaspoon, but I’ve got at least the range of a tablespoon now.” He slung an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her. “Come on, just drink something. It doesn’t have to be firewhisky.”

Surprising him, but mostly herself, Hermione ordered just that. She sipped it slowly, the liquid burning a path down her throat.

She couldn’t be sure when the reply appeared because Hermione had been too busy talking, or drinking, or some combination of the two. Still yet, there was a folded piece of parchment tucked inside where hers had been.

I ought to ask you the same thing. I checked this out days ago, and no one has had it since. Who are you?

Hermione glanced around her. No one was watching her, too busy minding their own business to notice that while she always had her nose in a book--they thought that, but she hated that she was put into one category--this was no normal book.

My name is Hermione.

Then you don’t go to Hogwarts. The reply appeared instantly, and Hermione rose from the bar after downing the rest of her glass.

“I’m going to head back to the castle.” Hermione whispered to Ron, apologetic as she interrupted his retelling of Gringotts. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nodded. “Do you want me to walk you back, or are you okay?”

Hermione murmured that she was fine before stealing out of the building. Off the path, she sat on a bench that was halfway to the castle, sitting cross-legged.

Pardon? I’m currently a student here.

What’s your house?

Gryffindor.

Impossible then, because there is no Hermione in Gryffindor. I would know.

Since you’re a prefect? It seems to me that you’re slacking then. As Hermione replied, and the note vanished, a stone sunk in her stomach. She didn’t fancy herself as popular, far from it, but there wasn’t a witch or wizard in Wizarding Britain that didn’t know her name. You don’t recognise the name, Hermione Granger?

Should I? I’m a seventh year, and I can assure you that I’ve not once heard of you.

Seventh year. Seventh year.

That didn’t make any sense. Hermione picked up the self-inking quill, scribbling a reply that would either force the other party to admit this was a far-fetched joke, or that--

She gulped. The other option was that she was toying with magic she didn’t understand at all.

Have you ever heard of Harry Potter?

Seconds turned into minutes, and Hermione thought she’d won. It was all just a juvenile prank, nothing to work herself into a tizzy over. It wasn’t as if--

The only Potter I know is James Potter. There’s his parents, Charlus, and Dorea, but. I’ll ask him if he knows a Harry.

Her screech echoed in the trees, forcing several birds from them. She scribbled furiously, digging her quill into the parchment. DO NOT DO THAT.

Why not? He’s right beside me. Granted, he’s pissed, but he’ll remember the names of his relatives.

Please don’t. Hermione couldn’t breathe. Her heart pounded in her chest as something vicious twisted her stomach. Can you tell me the date?

It’s Halloween.

No, I mean the year. I need to know the year. Do you have a newspaper clipping you could place inside the book?

You’re very strange. Her worst fears were confirmed as a clipping of the Daily Prophet appeared to her. She lifted it, panic clawing its way up her ribcage.

31. 10. 1978.

DARK FORCES GATHER IN THE WIZARDING WORLD

She vomited, the firewhisky burning her throat as she heaved in the brush. A cold sweat broke out across her forehead, her hands growing clammy. Twenty years.

There were twenty years between the two of them. The realisation that she could be speaking to someone who was dead now weighed on her, and she glared at the book, still open on the bench she’d abandoned.

Hermione?

What is your name? She had to know, didn’t she? Speaking to someone from the past could have devastating consequences. What if it changed the timeline and the war they had gone through was for nothing?

Yet she still asked, still had to know, and she didn’t look away when a familiar name landed in front of her.

Remus.

She slammed the book shut as if it burned.

This wasn’t happening.

It couldn’t be allowed to happen.

#Remus Lupin #Hermione Granger #Remione #MrsRen #Sneak Peek

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 1 year ago

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How To Upset Mother Earth

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades ✨ A Hunter's Beast Tamed ✨ No Chick Flick Moments ✨ Witches, Bitches, and Beasts ✨ Cursed or Not ✨ Poison Lips and True Love's Kiss ✨ Swallowing Hard Truths ✨ Salt and Burn ✨ Five More Minutes ✨ A Hell of an Identity Crisis ✨ Spilling Tea and Baring Teeth ✨ How to Break a Devil

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, magic, fighting, PTSD, Kells being a dick, fear of breaking up, relationship issues, slamming doors, crying, groping , come-ons, fighting in front of someone else, mentions of past SA, mentions of death, secrets getting revealed, Tom is still sketchy but we love him, leash and choker, making up, mentions of guns and hunting, boys in love ⚰️ rating: mature

Things felt slightly awkward around the cottage the next day. Two ancient beings with social issues who realize they might mean more to each other than what they thought could find a million different reasons not to be in a room together. Dom knew he shouldn't enjoy it, hell- he still wasn't sure what was going on because neither would tell him, but for at least part of the day he just sat back sipping his tea and trying not to giggle. The problem started when they both tried to use him as a reason to ignore each other. Tom wanted his help in the garden and his lover wanted him at the makeshift shooting range or back in the bedroom. Of course the last sounded like the most fun but Keliphos was a little strange about that as well. He was overreacting after letting himself be the omega's bitch and going full bastard.

Every time the two crossed paths they would pause a moment and stare at each other. The witch would start to open his mouth but the devil would clear his throat and walk away. He would normally beeline for the Hunter and pick him up, carrying him to their room. Dom supposed it was a good excuse to be out of the main part of the house but once alone he would pause and stutter. The boy knew it might be strange after he fucked his lover but he didn't think it would be so bad.

After the fifth time the nephalem carried him to their room only to try and walk away again with some dumbarse excuse, the Hunter was fed the fuck up. Before the beast could escape he ran around the giant and stood in front of the door. Kells stopped short, taking a step back and crossing his arms. The wanker was even walking and standing differently and the punk had never been so proud of himself.

"I need to finish the range." He huffed but he wouldn't even look his lover in the eyes.

"You need to get the fuck over ya'self. So wha'? You took it up the arse and now we done? Fuck you." Oh. He hadn't realized that underneath all the annoyance at his partner's alpha idiocy he was actually hurting. "And fuck you for tha' too!" He knew the devil was reading his mind, he always was. Dom wanted to feel like they were closer after something so intense, not that his cock could break them up. Not that they were together… he didn't date. "I let you inside me Kells. I let you where I ain't even let me'self before we met! You don't get to act like a bastard when it's finally fair play. 'Ow bloody dare you!"

The demon was left stunned when his bitch unloaded on him then turned to open the door and storm off. He didn't even think the human had realized how upset he was so he certainly hadn't caught it. In the middle of their session the day before he had felt incredible. He had felt emotions he didn't even know he had. But after coming down and thinking about it, it hit him how soft he'd been. That as an alpha he'd let his omega take care of him. With everything else overwhelming him that was just too much and he couldn't face it. He didn't even realize it might be hurting his mate.

"I'm not fucking leaving- what the fuck?" He growled, stalking after the boy but he'd waited too long and didn't catch up with him until they were outside and Dom was close to his car. The problem was that the witch was in his garden and watching them while trying to act like he wasn't. Fuck. "Let's go back inside? Come talk to me. You can't just leave."

"No! You been an arse. I don't wanna be alone wiv you." The kid snapped back and he felt his true nature creeping up. He didn't get upset at Dom, he loved the human even if he couldn't say it. He wouldn't face their real first fight like the asshole Dom seemed to think he was. Shiiit. When the boy tried to open LuLu's door he closed it with his magic and that got Dom more fired up than anything. "WHA'? You don't want me now! You saw 'eaven on me cock and now you terrified. You finally feeling summat when you fhought you couldn't and you such a pussy you're scared!"

Kells was left blinking, his supernatural glare melting away to its human lie. He didn't know what to say but whatever would be smart wasn't what came out of his mouth. "Pretty fucking sure of yourself for a virgin, huh?" He was pretty sure he heard Tom laugh at that one but maybe he was just so overwhelmed he needed to burn the world down around him.

Dom took a deep breath and pushed off from where he was leaning against his car. He put a little sway in his hips as he stepped to his lover and snaked a hand around the bastard's waist to grope between his cheeks. "I know you Kells. I've bloody seen you broken open and desperate. If I was naked right now you wouldn't even be able to fight me. If I wanted you on ya knees you'd be begging. I may be a virgin but I still made you cry. Go on, tell me ya don't like it. Tell me ya 'ate still feeling me inside you. Why is you so scared to feel? To let me take care of you?"

The devil swallowed hard a few times, he could feel his cock waking up between them because Dom was right. He could still feel him with every step. Every deep breath he didn't need. Still though… "I'm the alpha, I'm supposed to take care of you."

Dominic pulled away like he'd been burned. His brain felt like a 1998 PC attempting to boot up after a crash. He was so confused he almost couldn't fathom what had just come out of his lover's mouth. He couldn't mean what it sounded like. "Oi! Fuck all the way off wiv tha', you! You 'ave got to be fucking wiv me! You 'aving me on, yeah? Ain't tha' fucking sexist and outdated. Please! You me fucking boyfriend Kells, not me daddy! You don't own me and you best never say summat so- so- EW!" He lost a little steam as he went but an idea struck him. "Next time I 'ear such bullshite I'm putting you naked on a lead until you realize we fucking EQUAL! I want to take care of yas, you right twat! I love you, it's wha' ya do in a relationship! Fuck right off. God!" He was so disgusted and worked up, his emotions right on the surface like they had been for days. He didn't even realize how much he'd let slip until his devil just stared at him blankly.

Kells watched as Dom's face went pink before tears welled his jade eyes. Tommy scoffed and threw something at the demon that he didn't even try to sidestep. It hit him in the shoulder and bounced off but he was too dumbstruck to care what it was. The Hunter loved him? They were… boyfriends? Without saying a word he snapped his fingers and a collar appeared around his neck- pink and studded with a chain leash that he held out to his omega as he dropped to his knees and pressed his face against the human's belly. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. You're right, I know better. You're so much stronger than me. I- I love you too." That sunlight and honey scent helped calm him but he was still terrified to be denied.

Dominic sighed, tears flowing down his cheeks as he took the lead from the devil and rolled his eyes. It seemed a bit much to him but he knew what the demon was trying to do. Fuck, how did he end up with a beast on a leash? A fucking boyfriend? He let his free hand pet through the wanker's hair but he didn't know what to say. Thankfully Tom interrupted and for once he was happy for it. He didn't know what to do.

"I told you you're mates. I trust you with him. You feel that fear? That pit in your stomach telling you to do better? Mates aren't just lovers you-" The witch took a breath. He cared more about the devil than he had wanted to admit but maybe that was exactly what was needed. "Your mother would be incredibly disappointed considering he was an omega. He fought for his life and yours. Neither of them need to be taken care of, you talk like that again I won't have to kick your ass, Dom will, all by himself. Col-"

"Don't you fucking call me that-" Before Kells could finish whatever growl he was about to spit at the other ancient Dom tugged hard at the leash.

"Is tha' wha' you wanna say to 'im or you gonna be bloody 'onest?" The Hunter huffed, letting up on the chain but he never stopped running his fingers through the devil's hair. He wasn't angry anymore, he just wanted everyone to be open for once.

"It's weird when you say it. I- I saw you. I remembered you. I was running to my mom and you picked me up. Called yourself Mitéra. Isn't that what Aphrodite called you?" Keliphos wasn't used to having honest and calm conversations but the longer Dom kept him held tight against his belly the cooler his fear and rage was becoming.

Tom stood frozen a moment. He wasn't quite sure how to dig himself out of that one, but now that he knew who the halfling was to him… Could he tell them everything? It would be a first. "You know Greek." He stated simply and the devil nodded.

"Mother. She and I both called you mother." Kells whispered, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend's waist. It felt strange kneeling and having a conversation when Tom was behind him but maybe it made it easier that he couldn't see him.

"She called me that because… I'm more than just what you believe I am. I helped shape the world and then I had to watch the other's like me destroy it. I hid from everything, I didn't want to interfere more than helping the humans protect themselves. I lived with the fae for many years because they took in strays I suppose. Like your mother. When he made it there I… we cared for each other. Even though we were different species I called him mate and you called me Mitéra. I can't breed in the way you all can so watching him… I fell in love- with both of you. When Rami and you were stolen from me I went even deeper into hiding. I don't believe in war but I wanted to help, I just didn't wish to get close to anyone ever again." He sighed, his gaze landing on Dom. He couldn't tell them everything but that was more than he'd shared with anyone for a millennia. "Until you." He smiled softly and the human blushed. "You're all my family now and while I don't believe in fighting, I'll do anything to protect what's mine. You've given me hope we can at least avenge your mother if not save him. I've never explicitly lied I don't believe, but I've hid plenty. I hope you can forgive me. I don't know how to do any of this."

Dominic scoffed a soft laugh, it was wet and filled with tears but it felt absurd that Tom was worried. None of them were good at that shite. "Of course Tom, nuffin to forgive."

"Wait… if Aphrodite called you- who are you?" Kells asked before he could stop himself. His mind was circling too fast, he couldn't make sense of any one thing. It was hard enough to grasp he'd had a happy childhood with parents who loved him but the rest? "You're a god?" He asked bluntly, turning his head enough to meet the witch's.

"I'm a witch. An ancient. It doesn't matter who I am." Tom rushed to say, he didn't know why he was scared but he was terrified it would change how they looked at him.

"You just said you're not an omega, but the Greek pantheon calls you mother? Why?" He pressed, his eyes taking in the forest surrounding them. The forest that was technically on a fae plane of existence. A forest that had things he knew had been extinct for centuries.

"I'm… a goddess, not a god. It doesn't matter. Please Col? I changed myself so they wouldn't pull me into their battles. I don't want to be known as anything more than what I am." He couldn't force the man not to push but he hoped he wouldn't. He was scared if it was uttered aloud the others might hear. Wherever they were.

Dom tugged his leash again and Keliphos went quiet, snapping his jaw shut but it was hard. He was a curious asshole, pushy as fuck- it was his main character trait and he wasn't sure how his mate had already forgotten. There was one name he remembered not seeing on the list of gods and goddesses, he hadn't thought it was weird at the time but now… He knew almost without a doubt two things- the witch standing near him was his family, maybe more than anyone besides Dom, and that man he called Mitéra once upon a time was THE earth goddess. He called Gaia his mom. Shit.

"So wha's all 'is about mates 'en?" Dom asked, trying to change the subject. The silence felt too thick and it worried him a fight would brew. He could already feel his stomach turning.

Tom gave the boy a thankful smile. At least that he could explain, he just hoped neither of them started asking more about how he knew the kid or what he knew about him. Like he said, he didn't lie but he hid plenty. It was what he knew was best for them all. "You've marked each other. He does technically own you-" He hummed, pausing long enough to watch the demon smirk before he added- "And you own him. With how strong it feels I'm not sure what will happen if one of you dies. You're linked to each other forever. It's deeper than a marriage, it's forever." He explained, hoping for their sake that they would take what he said as gospel and the human would stop risking himself and their family for revenge. He didn't feel comfortable telling them anything else yet. He wasn't sure they could handle it and he wasn't even positive he was correct.

"But you said Ramiel was ya mate and you alive." The boy quipped, annoyed that he was basically being told he was a risk to Keliphos.

"We didn't… consummate it as such." Tom blushed.

"Oh so that's where you learned to be a prude." The nephalem joked and got choked just a little for it.

"Rami had been taken advantage of, I couldn't… it wouldn't be right." The ancient whispered, holding himself tight.

The lovers shared a look, they had both been taken advantage of though thankfully Dom had gotten away before things got as bad as it had for the angel. His mate wasn't so lucky but hell was hell and there was no quicker way to break an alpha. The devil's shoulders dropped and he held his omega closer, nuzzling until the human's skin was exposed and he could rest there, breathing him deep.

"Well we'll get 'im back for boff of yas. 'En you can mate 'im proper. He ain't dead. I don't believe tha'." Dom didn't want to say he thought that way because he knew how sick Astaroth was but it was true. The bastard would certainly want to keep someone like that if only to torture the son who hated him.

Tom nodded, watching the alpha follow instincts he didn't understand. It was a beautiful thing but he knew he had to help them find a way to protect the human. Dom couldn't help in this war but he couldn't say why. Not yet. "If we're all finished… feeling, why don't I fix dinner while you test the Colt?" He offered, wiping his hands on his pants. He was covered in dirt but that was his favorite thing. He loved the scent of the Earth all over him. "Please don't destroy my garden?" He teased to lighten the mood before he turned to go inside. He knew they would but that was alright. He could fix anything broken or clean up any mess they made. It was his job as their mother after all though, wasn't it?

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Have some plot! It's a little intense but at least they're finally talking and feeling. These boys are a bit of a mess but that's okay, I just hope for their sake Dom is right about Ramiel. Kells can't even emote without leashing himself 😂 What is Tom still hiding? Will Dom agree to stay home? Will they find Ramiel? Keep reading to find out! Thank you so much ⚰️🖤

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nix1327 · 5 years ago

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Whumptober #12: “Don’t move”

It’s been a hot minute since I last wrote anything but I guess this prompt was just really gettin under my skin. That and Shobbs is just too tempting not to write them. Anyway enjoy! Also, I have no knowledge whatsoever about bombs so sorry if this isn’t actually a thing.

“Don’t move.”

Shaw looked down to see sunlight glinting off of metal and cursed every god he’d ever tried to worship. They had been walking for hours in the middle of the bloody desert in Helmand; a stupid recon mission for Mr. Nobody.

It’d been just Deckard’s luck that the first time they stopped during their draining treck had been because his dumbarse had stepped on an I.E.D. Deckard couldn’t even comprehend the thought that he’d go out from a homemade bomb in the middle of arsewipe nowhere. It was a recon mission for fuck’s sake.

“Shit. Don’t move.”

“You already said that, genius. How bout you use that big head of yours to tell me something I don’t know.”

Shaw knew that this really wasn’t the time to be arguing, but this day had been a shitstorm from the start and he was feeling just a tad irritable. Call him a drama queen, he was probably gonna be dead in the next few minutes anyway.

“Okay there should be a US base a little over 50 miles from here. I can go and find the bomb squad. If I leave my gear here I could make it there before sunset. We’d be back in less than 2 hours after that.”

Hobbs was rambling as he began quickly removing his gear. He was rapidly shifting into work mode and Shaw knew he’d be heading for the military base in the blink of an eye if he didn’t say something right the fuck now.

“Hobbs.”

“My average marathon time is 3 hours 23 minutes but I can maybe cut it down by half an hour.”

“Hobbs.”

“I should be to the base in less than 6 hours and then if we drove at 80-“

“LUKE.” Hobbs paused in his, dare I say, frantic removal of tactical gear and looked at Deckard for the first time since noticing the I.E.D.

“Stop. Just stop. This is an active war zone. It took us hours just to plot out this route. You can’t go running through enemy territory without expecting to get shot, or worse, caught.”

“What are you saying?” Hobbs’ voice was confused when he spoke.

“What I’m saying is that you need to take all your gear and go. Leave me. Finish the mission.” Deckard looked him right in the eye when he said this and Hobbs just stood there for a second, dumbfounded before realization dawned.

“Now why in the everliving fuck would I do that? Can you diffuse a bomb you’re standing on? No? I didn’t think so. How do you expect to wait that long for me to finish this fucking recon? Huh? You want to wait 48 hours in a blazing desert? Are you trying to kill yourself?”

Shaw just waited and gave his partner a look until Hobbs understood what exactly Deckard was on about. He started shaking his head vehemently when he got it.

“No way. No. Absolutely not. No matter how much you don’t like it, we’re a team and we’re in this together. I am not leaving you to die.”

“It’s the only way. There’s no going about this, mate. It’s a time sensitive mission and we don’t have time for this.”

“You mean we don’t have time for your life? If we don’t have time for that, I don’t know what we do have time for.”

“You can’t go the base. It’s suicide.”

“It’s murder if I let you blow yourself up here.”

“Jesus, Hobbs. You’re not the one who put the bloody thing in the ground! It’s not on you! Things happen and all you can do is adapt. There’s no other option.“

“I’m not leaving you.” There was steel in his voice.

“Well I’m stepping off this damn thing sooner rather than later.”

Luke lifted his chin in a challenge. “Fine. Do it.”

“BLOODY HELL, man! Leave!” Luke leveled Deckard with a look, widened his stance, and crossed his arms.

“If you won’t leave for the mission, do it for Samantha. Don’t you want to see your daughter grow up?” Deckard could see Luke shift minutely at that. Good. Bloody wanker’s finally listening to sense.

“She’ll understand why I had to stay.” Deckard felt his eyes widen in disbelief.

“What the hell are you on about? Why the fuck would you die in this shitstorm of a country when you could be on your way home to your daughter?!?” Luke clenched his jaw and stood his ground for a moment. He let his eyes flit around before they landed on Deckard again, a determined glare in them.

“I will not go home without you.”

Not go home without you? What the fuck kind of drugs was he even on? It’s like he was implying that Deckard was the reason he wouldn’t lea- oh. Oh.

Deckard’s mouth snapped shut and he stood there for a second. Taking it in, weighing his options. Luke was a stubborn bastard on the best of days. And when he got like this, well, there was really nothing Deckard could do except the obvious.

“I’m stepping off.” Luke locked eyes with him and nodded.

“Okay.”

Deckard took a deep breathe and looked up to the sky. He thought about Hattie and Owen and Mum. He thought about all the things he never said to them, the things he never got to do. The things he was never able to make up for.

Then he looked at Luke and he thought of all the things that could’ve been, and he found that there was definitely a bit of regret there. Bloody damn idiot, waitin til now to pipe up. He shifted his gaze down to his boots and the dusty earth, but thought better of it and looked back up at Luke. Might as well have a nice last view, he thought, and took a step

A tiny explosion- like firecrackers- set off a spray of small rocks that flew through the air. A muffled pop could be heard by both men and then, nothing.

Hobbs looked at Shaw and Shaw looked at Hobbs and they didn’t say anything for a good minute.

Then it was like a huge breathe of air was released and the world kept spinning again. Deckard took a moment before he hefted his backpack up higher onto his shoulders and made his legs start moving again. He patted Luke’s shoulder when he passed him and after a moments hesitation, Luke gathered his things, turned, and followed after Deckard.

They had a job to do and what else could they do but get ‘er done. Maybe when they were home, LA or London; didn’t make much of a difference to Deckard at the moment, they would sit down and talk this out. For now, they just walked on. And if they walked just that little bit closer than they did before, well, Deckard didn’t mention it when their shoulders brushed.

#shobbs #deckard shaw #luke hobbs #hobbs and shaw #whumptober 2019 #whumptober #whump #dont move #bomb #one shot #not as angsty as it couldve been #pat on the back for that

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futurewriter2000 · 5 years ago

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Fighting Battles - pt. 6

Wren wasn’t the same. It was everything and nothing with him. It always was like that, ever since the day the two of you met...

‘ You sat on the white, cotton sofa with a small square, hand-knitted pillows and you wondered how the hell did you get here?

“You look awfully miserable sitting on the comfiest sofas in this place.” a boy threw himself on the sofa beside you. His hair was dark and long, his body covered with baggy clothes and his eyes, they were fern green swimming in white-red colour.

“You’re awfully cheery for a place like this.” you looked at him, staring at his eyes. “And high.”

He laughed, looking away and fumbling with his fingers. “Yeah, I know.” he continued to chuckle. “This place is useless when you have drugs in every corner.”

“Well, I’m getting myself cleaned, unlike you.”

“Yeah, sure.” he chuckled, leaning forward and looking closer at you. “I see right through you Bellezza. You’re tempted.”

“Tempted. Doesn’t mean I’ll do it.” you tried to speak confidently but it came out completely the opposite.

“This couch tempts me every day.” he brushed his hands over the soft cotton. “It’s white just like my addiction and-” he dug in between the couch pillows, pulling out a small bag. “-it holds secrets, just like me.” he winked, putting in the bag and leaving you there.

There; white couch, temptation, and an opportunity.’

You chose everything with him back then but now? Now there’s nothing with him except the past.

But he was there for you. He was. He was. He was. He was.

Maybe not the right way but the two of you both took the same path together. Always.

That was why you needed to see him desperately.

“Wren!” you shouted from the crowd, seeing his long black hair with a purple strand falling on his forehead. “Wren!” you pushed through the First years-. “Bloody Hell! Stop wobbling!Move!” you snapped at the two tall Gryffindors, pushing through and running towards the Ravenclaw. “Wren!” you continued to shout until he finally turned around and stood to watch.

But as you had finally a clear path to him, arms wrapped around and lifted you off your feet. “Is that what you say to your older brother! That he’s wobbling!” he spun you around and laughed with his best friend.

“James! Let me go! you wrestled from his arms, losing the sight of Wren when you landed on your feet. “FUCK!” you cursed and turned to punch James on his chest. “You prick! Don’t do this to me!” you continued to punch him, he started to back away and Sirius grabbed you from behind, holding your arms.

And there was something about the warmth Sirius gave you. Something so calming and so relaxing that made you lose in his arms.

“Merlin, sissy. I didn’t know you were obsessed with him that much.” he continued to tease but you only groaned.

“It’s not about that.” you felt arms, warmth, the calming energy leave you. “We’re not together.”

“You’re not?” James asked, furrowing his eyebrows while Sirius behind him was smirking your way. “What about yesterday?”

“He kissed me because he thought I shared the same feelings for him but I like someone else and he’s being distant.” you told James but kept looking at Sirius behind him who was giving you a wonderful, relieving smile.

“Oh, he’ll move on. He’s just brooding because he got rejected by my lil sissy.” he hugged you and rocked you in his arms. “And the guy you fancy will too because he’s probably a dumbarse with an IQ of a troll.” he continued and you let a giggle escape your lips because that same guy was standing right in front of you, behind James and placing his hand over his hear, pretending his hurt.

‘Auch.’ he mouthed silently.

“You’d be surprised.”

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You walked in the Ravenclaw common room, finding one of your classmates laying on the sofa and reading a Muggle book you knew exactly where it came from. You smiled and walked to him.

“Hey, Dylan.” you sat down and he looked up, closing the book and putting it open on his chest.

“Hey (y/n).” he smiled as well. “He’s upstairs.”

“Is he okay?” you asked.

“Bit snappy but he’ll go through it.” he yawned and stretched his arms. “He actually went to study- what a wanker.” he laughed. “The test is in a week.” “That’s unlike him.” you scrunched your eyebrows together.

“I dunno. He just threw me this book and told me to leave him alone.”

No. (y/n), stop thinking. He wouldn’t go back. Not after everything. He would never go back because you rejected him. He wouldn’t.

So why the hell were you storming in his dorm-like he just escaped Azkaban? - Because you were never wrong when it came to Wren.

His hand was holding a syringe, his foot ready to take the shot meanwhile his eyes glued to yours.

“Underline my fucking arse!” you stormed over and knocked the syringe from his hand, pinning him down as he struggles.

“Ger’ off me you bitch!” he struggled but he was weak. His muscles weren’t functioning properly because he took too much already and it was wearing off. “HOW MANY!?” you kept yourself seated on top of him meanwhile he kept staring, spitting in your face.

“I ain’t telling you shit.”

And as ashamed of you were, as much as you wanted to give him a proper head knock out, you put your knees over his arms, keeping them glued to the floor as you pulled out your wand and cast a binding spell. You took his own wand and put it in your back pocket.

“Fucking let me go!” he kept shouting but you couldn’t let yourself get to you. You wiped his spit off your face, feeling yourself sob in the tissue and hearing him shout.

“YEAH! You keep crying, you fucking baby! Where’s your big brother now? Where’s Sirius? Where are they now? Are they going to tackle me as well because his baby sister can’t deal with big girl problems!” he continued to provoke you but you didn’t let him get to you, no matter the tears and the lump in your throat.

You started ruffling through his drawers, wardrobe, and bed, trying to find his stash. He was always too smart for his own good, even if he was drugged. “You’ll never find it!”

But you did. You did because you knew Wren like the back of your hand. You opened the drawer, dug out the bottom of it and finding too much for you to handle.

There it was. Temptation and for a moment you had to close the drawer just to breathe.

“I fucking knew it! You were never able to resist- come on we can do it together. Just untie me and-and we can enjoy this together.” he tried to crawl to you but his arms were tied and you could see how much furious he was at you. You could see his jaw clench and his eyes flash with a light of hate. This wasn’t him. This wasn’t Wren. This was the drugs.

“This book is dull, mate. I don’t know-” Dyan walked in, shutting up at the sight. “Oh- well... I’ll just leave the two of you alone.”

“DYLAN! Mate! Untie me- she’s being looney- just untie me!”

“Dylan don’t you fucking dare.” you looked up at him.

Dylan stood where he froze for the first time. He looked down at Wren, later up at you.

“He’s high up on his arse and just wants to get the drugs.” you told him and Dylan’s eyes widened.

“Drugs!?” he shouted and quickly shut the door behind him. “I thought yall done with that?” he continued to bulge out his eyes.

“I am. He clearly is gone.” you crossed your arms over your chest meanwhile Wren laughed.

“Are you? Then why did you leave the drugs in the drawer?”

“Fuck you, Wren!” you stormed over to him and put your head close to his, staring and feeling your eyes tear up. “You lied to me! You betrayed me! You kept saying I don’t trust you! And you know what? Clearly, I shouldn’t trust you!”

“Where are the drugs?” Dylan asked.

“Gone.” you stared at Wren, pulling your wand and pointing it to the nightstand. “Inferno.” and it caught on fire.

“NO!” there was a shout. Not Wren’s though. No, Wren was glaring at you with his lips sealed.

You turned to Dylan who kept holding himself to his head, staring at the fire. “WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?! That cost a fortune, you fucking bitch!”

“You KNEW!” you shouted at Dylan.

“Of course I knew! The whole fucking Ravenclaw tower knew and we knew who to turn on when it cae to a boost!” he shouted back. “Like we all know that you and Wren have been shagging last year all year like two bunnies.”

“Fuck you, Dylan!”

“I’d gladly fuck you too, (y/n).” Dylan smiled wickedly and grabbed the wand from your back pocket, throwing it at Wren.

“You’re disgusting.” you spit at his shoes but he only smiled.

“You’ll have to pay for all of that, you know. It cost a ton!” he was fast and harsh, locking your arms behind your back with only one hand and putting his own binding charm on you.

“Don’t touch me!” you tried to wrestle out but couldn’t. “Wren!” you shouted and looked at Wren who was quiet as a mouse and with his eyes closed. “Wren?” you looked. He looked pale. “Dylan! Wren’s O.D- ing!” you shouted at Dylan. Dylan’s eyes shot to Wren and saw his unmoving body. He ran over to check the pulse and it wasn’t there.

“Fuck!” he untied Wren, put him on the floor and started doing compressions. “Come on, mate!” he kept on going, breathing in his mouth. “How fucking many did you take?” he kept on going meanwhile you ran over and told Dylan to untie you as well.

He did as you told him and so with a risk, you had to take, you took it.

“Move!” you shouted at Dylan, pushing him away and with one strong hit, you hit Wren’s chest and after two long seconds of waiting, he woke up, grabbing for air. “Thank the almighty.” Dylan looked up at the ceiling and laying on his back while you held Wren in your arms, rocking him.

“You fucking scared the shit out of me.”

But Wren was quiet. There was nothing he could really say.

#Sirius Black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #James Potter #james potter imagine #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew imagine #maruaders imagines #maruaders x reader #Marauders #the marauders #marauders era

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imaginejamesandsirius · 5 years ago

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Soulmate au where Sirius has James's name on his wrist, James thinks he has no soulmate, until BAM! He finds it in some unusual place for a soulmark and there's Sirius Black's name.

Young Sirius Black had a name printed on his wrist, a thick cuff bracelet to cover it as all soulmarks were, and a belly full of hope: James Potter. His parents tried to tell him that soulmates didn't make them automatically allies, but he knew that was only because the name on his wrist was someone from a family they didn't like. Regulus didn't have to deal with any of that, and when they thought Sirius wasn't listening, they told their second son all about soulmates and how they'd always be there for him. So yeah, Sirius knew they were lying to him in the hopes that he'd manage believe them this time.

When James Potter introduced himself, with a large grin and thick rimmed glasses and messy hair standing out like they were too big for the rest of his body, Sirius smiled back and said his name, hoping for a reaction of some sort. He didn't get one.

They talked on the train ride to Hogwarts, and it became increasingly obvious that James didn't recognize him. It was a terrible feeling, realising that James didn't have his name. Sirius belonged to James, that much was clear. It was like a deep feeling seeped into his bones, this knowledge that he belonged to James. He wished that it went both ways, that James belonged to him too.

That would've been nice.

"D'you have a soulmate?" Sirius asked out of the blue one day.

"Nope," James admitted easily. He didn't seem very down about it, but Sirius definitely would've been in his place. Maybe that was because he knew who his soulmate was, though.

"Do you wish you had one?"

"Eh." James shrugged, frowning at a blot of ink that landed on his parchment. "I guess? It sounds nice, the way people talk about it, and my parents are soulmates, but it's hard to miss what you've never had. What about you?"

Sirius blinked. "I have a soulmate." It would be easier if he didn't maybe, but he also wouldn't give up James's name on his wrist.

"Really?" James asked, more surprised than he should've been considering how close they were-- Sirius ignored the fact that this was his first confirmation that James didn't have a soulmate so there was no reason for James to know anything about his.

"Yeah." He tried to inject enough casualness into his voice that James wouldn't pry further, and it worked.

It had been six and a half years since Sirius met James. And with every buggering year that passed, it became more and more bloody obvious that James didn't have Sirius's name for a reason. James readily admitted that he didn't have a soulmark, but that wasn't what did it; Sirius kept fucking up. Because Sirius wasn't a good person. If he had one main trait, it would be selfishness. He kept pulling James into pranks even though he was Head Boy-- and okay, it's not like James really fought him on it, but he also wasn't instigating anymore, which meant that if Sirius didn't suggest it, they didn't do anything-- he did that thing with Snape a couple years ago that had nearly killed Remus and James, and he kept sabotaging James and Lily's relationship. It's not like he put it in his mind to do it, but that's always what ended up happening. Which sucked. Because James was getting mad at him, and Lily was actually pretty cool which just made it worse (she seemed to think it was a sort of hazing that she had to endure to prove she could be part of the group, and that was the same way Sirius attempted to justify it to himself before Remus had flat out said, "Stop trying to break them up, James is still your best mate and that's not going to change because he's dating someone. Sirius could have stood for his subconscious taking it to heart but whatever).

Anyways, James didn't have his name because Sirius was a complete and absolute berk who didn't deserve being shackled to him for the rest of his life.

"Sorry," Sirius said as soon as he sat on the couch.

"Should I be worried?" Lily asked, her tone flat as she showed how clearly she wasn't worried.

Sirius snorted. "This is going to be the beginning of a great new friendship."

"Between you and...?"

"You."

Lily looked up from her book at that, blinking at him guilelessly.

Fuck she really didn't know. Sirius thought by this point everyone knew he was in love with James, even though neither Remus nor Peter had come out and admitted as much to his face. And if she didn't know that, did she have a reason for why he was being such an arse, or did she just think that's how he was? Either way, that behaviour was coming to an end. Sirius gave her a smirk that looked more like a pained grimace; he wasn't used to apologising even though he had plenty to apologise for. "I've been an arse and I'm sorry. Worried you were going to take James from me, y'know?"

"Not judging, but that's kinda stupid. I'm his girlfriend, you're his best mate. It's not like we're both dating him or summat."

That hurt more, but if she hadn't noticed before, she wasn't going to notice now. "Yeah I figured that out. Rather," he added with a dramatic eye roll, "Moony got so annoyed that he whacked me over the head with his History of Magic essay until I listened to him. I haven't been very nice to you. I'm surprised he hasn't killed me for it yet, to be honest."

"I didn't take it personally," she said with a shrug. "I'm not sure you like anyone other than James. And occasionally Peter and Remus," she tagged on thoughtfully. "Anywho, you will be forgiven shortly, just as soon as I believe it won't keep happening."

"Well here's hoping I don't reclaim being a dumbarse."

Lily chuckled. "Here's hoping."

James showed up on Sirius's doorstep, one hand stuck in his hair like he couldn't bear to be in a normal stance. There was a nervous energy about him, but it wasn't tragic like they'd lost somebody else in the war. "What's wrong?" Sirius asked when he came in, barely finishing the second word before James was blurting out an answer.

"Lily's pregnant."

Sirius's heart stopped. When it started again, it was painful where it beat in his chest, like his ribcage had shrunk at the same time his heart grew and now it was strangled but trying desperately to continue on like nothing had changed. "What?"

"So we're- y'know- getting married only she wants to have it soon, like before she starts to show at all, so I was thinking you could help."

"What?"

"To, y'know, throw the wedding together. I have no idea what goes into it, but you're my best man so you'd have to help anyways, right? And you always pick good flowers and shite, so it makes sense to apply it to weddings, y'know?" James was saying 'you know' a lot, like maybe if he said it enough, Sirius would stop being confused.

"Best man?" Sirius repeated dumbly. He'd never felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest before. He wouldn't recommend it.

"Lily's kind of freaking out, so Marlene and Mary and Dorcas are all at our place comforting her, and they sorta kicked me out, so like, I dunno, maybe they're planning it so you won't have to?"

Did James think the best friend of the groom was traditionally the one to plan the wedding? Or did he assume that Sirius was going to do it because he was used to Sirius taking care of things? "James," Sirius said, and James looked over at him like he was hearing him for the first time since showing up. "Pregnant?"

"Hmm? Yeah, apparently condoms aren't a hundred percent effective, who knew? And her birth control pills aren't very reliable, guess we had an unlucky night, you know? She's only two months in, so we've got a month to the wedding, if that helps."

Pregnant. And all James had to say about it was that they had an unlucky night? Sirius frowned. "James, do you want to marry her?"

"We're having a kid, we're going to be a family." He stated it like fact, and Sirius took a grounding breath and let it go. If he argued this and won, then what? Lily would have to raise a kid by herself, James would be miserable with guilt, and for every minute afterwards, Sirius would have to wonder if he did it for James's sake or his own.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Unfortunately, now that James was paying attention, he was really paying attention. He caught the strange note in his tone and asked, "What do you mean?"

Sirius shrugged, the lie coming out of his mouth before his brain thought of it. "Her soulmate."

"Shit. I didn't even think about that." James rubbed at his forehead, but he wasn't dissuaded from the whole idea, Sirius could tell that much just from looking at him. "We'll deal with it when she meets him, but right now there's a baby on the way and we have to think of the sprog first. Besides, she probably won't meet him for years, so we'll be out of the war and the baby will be older and- I mean, everything will be easier, then, you know?"

No. "Sure." Things weren't going to be easier in three years or twelve, but at least there wouldn't be a war on. Their issues would be smaller, but it wouldn't feel any better for James to be dealing with it.

Lily and James were both in hospital, and Sirius was taking care of Harry while the remaining Death Eaters were rounded up. It was pretty easy since he'd learned all his babysitting talents alongside James's self imposed parenting lessons while Lils was pregnant. Harry was easily entertained by Padfoot, but getting to sleep and waking up were the absolute worst. Harry knew Sirius, no question, but he always wanted Lily when he woke up, and he wanted one of his parents (sometimes both) when he was going down. Sirius wasn't getting much sleep, but it was more than he'd gotten while pulling shifts at the Auror's office in the day then running for the Order at night.

Harry's soulmark was barely starting to develop, on the bottom of his right foot. It was little more than a grey smudge at the moment, but by his second birthday, the name would be clear. Harry would learn first how to write his name, then how to write his soulmate's. That's how Regulus had learned, and Sirius knew he would've done the same had their parents not been so hellbent on him not attaching himself to James. As always, the thought made him snort in amusement; they'd never been able to control him, not from the moment he was five years old and decided their rules were stupid and outdated.

Sirius ruffled Harry's hair as he played with two stuffies, his hair already dark and thick on his head.

James was gingerly getting out of the shower when he saw his soulmark for the first time in his entire life. Lily was probably still on the couch, too weak to make it further on her own. He'd offered to help, but they'd separated while hiding from Voldemort in that small house, and things were still awkward between them. Knowing that they cared about each other but weren't in love was just... it made sense but he was never going to admit that to her.

While in hospital, they'd shaved his head so they could do some sort of surgery or potion soaking, he had no idea. One of the side effects was getting the chills at all times of the day, so he'd had a hat on the whole time. No one that talked to him had seen it, which was why he was frozen in shock when he saw dark writing on the side of his head in the mirror.

He shuffled closer, tilting his head and leaning in until he was nearly pressing his face against the cool surface. It was hard to read from this distance and with it backwards, but it was a name he knew as well as his own: Sirius Black.

Sirius? But-. It made sense-- it definitely did, the knowledge that Sirius was his soulmate clicked into place like it had always been there-- but why hadn't Sirius said anything? Sirius knew where his soulmark was, he knew who it was, and he hadn't said anything. James had thought he didn't have a soulmate, but with his name on his wrist, Sirius had proof that he did, so why didn't he tell him? Sure they'd been eleven at the time they met, but Sirius didn't know that James thought he was without a soulmate until they were fourteen; that was three years of being best mates, where Sirius could have told him and didn't.

He wanted to grab his wand and apparate over to his flat and demand answers, but even with all the healing potions and the two week long stay in hospital, he couldn't move very quickly. It took him far too long to towel dry, and even longer to get his fumbling limbs through the proper sleeves. He pulled the hat on automatically, paused, then pulled it further down. He wasn't ashamed, but he was still too damn cold all the time and if Sirius hadn't told him, he must have a reason.

James made his way out of the loo and over to the living room. Lily was sitting on the couch, but she'd changed. "How do you feel?"

"Like I nearly got cut in half," she said, because that was basically what had happened. How she survived it long enough for help to arrive was a mystery to everyone, including the healers. "You?"

"Like I'm walking through ice." Both for speed and the bloody temperature. "You okay if I go visit Sirius?"

Lily shifted, then grimaced and held a hand to her stomach. "Try calling him, I'm not sure travelling that far is a good idea."

They'd both been banned from floo travel and any apparation up to a certain range. Flying was, of course, out of the question. James sighed, knowing she was right. "Yeah." He turned and started hobbling towards his room. It took a while, but he made it, landing on the armchair with more force than he should've allowed himself. He tapped the mirror and waited for Sirius to answer. Harry should be in the middle of his nap, so hopefully there wouldn't be any way for Sirius to get out of talking to him.

"Hey, what's up?" Sirius asked, his smiling face replacing James's in the mirror.

"Who's your soulmate?" he blurted out, not wanting to deal with small talk when he could only think about this one topic.

Sirius blinked, smile fading quickly. "What?"

"Your soulmate, who is it?"

"It doesn't matter."

It doesn't matter. His soulmate was James, and he was saying that it didn't matter. To his face. Well. A little disconnected, but it was still to his face. "How can it not matter?"

Sirius shifted uncomfortably. "It just doesn't. Since when do you care? We've talked about it, like, twice and it was ages ago. Nothing's changed. At the end of the day, everything is just as it was when we first met, and nothing's every going to come of-"

"You're full of shite."

He blinked, taken aback. "I- what?"

"You heard me, you're full of shite. You have my name, that changes things."

Sirius's eyes went wide, and he broke the connection.

"Wait, don't-"

His face faded entirely from view, and all that was left was James scowling at himself.

"Bugger." This is why he'd wanted to speak in person. Disapparation was going to be better than trying to floo, so he stuck his head out his door and yelled, "Lily, I'm going to talk to Sirius!"

"Can't it wait?" she called, only she was smart and used a spell to amplify her voice instead of trying to shout.

"No!"

"Fine, but I won't visit you in hospital, I just got out!"

"That's fine!" Then he closed his door and turned on his heel, appearing in Sirius's living room with a pop. He turned in a circle looking for him, and he stumbled to a halt when he saw him in the kitchen, hands planted on the counter and looking half furious, half miserably sad.

"You know James," he said, voice low and hurt, "when I ended the conversation, it meant I didn't want to talk about it. It didn't mean 'come over and bother me when you should be home resting'. What are you doing here?"

"I think it's pretty obvious."

"You could've hurt yourself. Go back home."

"And risk hurting myself further? That's not a very good plan."

Sirius glared at him, but his expression still had that edge of being indescribably upset with him. James had no bloody idea why he looked like that, and that's why he was here.

"I'm not leaving until we talk about this."

Sirius swallowed thickly, and even from this distance, James could see his adam's apple bob with the motion. It looked like he was going to say something, so James waited. It took him another minute to figure out what he wanted to say, and his voice was hoarse as he asked, "How'd you find out?"

James blinked. Of all the things he'd expected to hear, that was not one of them. How the hell did Sirius think he knew? There was only one way for him to know, and Sirius wasn't stupid.

"I never told anyone," he continued, staring down at the empty counter with unseeing eyes, "and it's not like you've talked to my parents about it. Did you just- figure it out? I was obvious, right?" He gave a humorless laugh. "Too obvious. There's- there's no way you barely figured it out. You must've known for a while." He swallowed again. "Are you taking Harry?"

James blinked, tried to figure out what the hell he was talking about, then blinked again when nothing came to him. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He walked closer, then pulled the hat off. It felt weird to have his head so uncovered, but it was important for Sirius to see his soulmark. James turned so the mark would be facing Sirius and tapped his finger against it. "I thought I didn't have one."

Sirius blew out a harsh breath. "Yeah that's because you d-" he stopped abruptly. He must have looked up and seen what James was showing him. "What is that," he whispered.

"Soulmark." James glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, then put the hat back on to face him. "I never saw it, obviously. By the time it formed I had hair and I never had any reason to chop it all off." He rubbed at the spot on his head through his hat.

"So- what? You're here to tell me that we should hook up?" Sirius asked incredulously, tears brimming in his eyes. "Did you forget that you're married? You have a family, remember?"

"Lily and I split."

Sirius scoffed. "Right cause that's so much better. Being your soulmate rebound." He wiped harshly at his eyes. "No thanks."

"Months ago. We split before the attack," he added so it made more sense, "months ago."

"You don't want me James," he said, the admittance sounding too much like heartbreak. "You didn't want me before, and you don't want me now. Go back home. Nothing's changed."

"Home is where you are."

Sirius started shaking his head, and when he looked up again, he was angry. He was crying, but he was pissed off. "You're a fucking liar James. I've always needed you a hell of a lot more than you've needed me and everyone's always known that. You moved on. You got buggering married and had a kid, you bought a house, you- and look at me!" he yelled throwing his arms out to gesture to his flat. It was the same one his uncle had given him his last year of Hogwarts, and he'd never bothered to make it truly his. It had his shit in it, and that was it. He didn't redecorate, he hadn't hung up any art or bought a different couch from the one that had been in it since the beginning.

"There was a war, you didn't have time to-"

"I had time," Sirius cut in, expression twisting, "but I kept hoping you'd come back and tell me we should get a place. Getting everything I want, aren't I?"

James walked over and pulled him in a hug.

"What're you doing?" Sirius asked, pushing weakly against him.

"You were making me sad," James mumbled, holding him tighter. "You talk like I don't care about you, and you're a second choice to the family I wanted."

Sirius sniffled and didn't say anything.

"Like I didn't choose you first. Before we got married, Lily, she- she told me that she knew you were first to me. She didn't even care, can you believe that? It's been obvious all along that we weren't going to end up together. Hell, the only reason we got married was because she got pregnant."

"Yeah well. That's great for you." Sirius raised his arms to hug him back and turned his face into James's shoulder.

James sighed, knowing that he'd have to admit something he'd planned on keeping to himself for his entire life, if he wanted Sirius to believe that this wasn't some instant love soulmate bullshit. "I never told you how I felt-"

Sirius snorted, and James ignored that.

"-because I knew you had a soulmate. You told me what it meant to you, and I just- I didn't think I could handle that: having you only to lose you the moment you met them. I thought it was for the best."

"Liar," Sirius said, but it was less accusing than it had been before. "You- you never- it-."

"I love you," James whispered, and the words hung in the air as tangible as an owl.

Sirius shivered. "You can't be kidding, James. Not now, not about this."

"I'm not. I love you, and we don't have to jump into this, but I missed you so buggering much. Not getting to see you every day was torture, please let me stay. Actually," he amended a second later, "you should come home. Me and Lily have missed Harry, and I know you like our place better than this."

"I don't think Lily would be okay with me moving in," Sirius protested, but it was weak; he wanted to be convinced.

"Lily likes you better than me," James said. It was a little strange that that was true. "If I'm still living there, you can definitely live there."

Sirius said, "You're such a prick," but he relaxed against James.

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une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir · 5 years ago

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Russia Visit Balance

I flew on Lufhtansa four times. Very nice company as usual, no problems. Nice catering and support. Very nice pilot and copilot and crew that invited me to check out cockpit. I study this stuff so of course this was quite a treat and gave me an extra boost to finally finish this doctorate once and for all.

EXCEPT Frankfurt. All fine with the check and stuff (annoying and slow, but understandable). But the dumb arsehole on boarding gate ewww. I was told I couldn't take my cabin trolley and it had to be taken with heavy luggage. I had already flown with it in that company that week thrice, it had the right weight. I asked why, he wouldn't explain. "It sometimes happens." Why? He didn't answer. I insisted as that is my right, I wanted to know why only me and he told me he already explained 10x times. 10m on this. Until his boss came and said the reason. It's because of the weight distribution on the airplane and cabin was already full. I study this shit for a living, hell there is a course where we learn to calculate it BY HAND. I looked like a standard tourist so boarding dumb employee fancied himself not needing to explain. This pisses me off. For me, because I had the right to know and I was refused to, as well as all the "ignorant" who also ad the right to know but this dumbarse thinks himself unnacountable to these people either. At leat he got chewed off. Arsehole.

Saint Petersburg

I want to live a couple of months of the year there forever. 😭😭😭

A beautiful city, the "centre" feels like stopped in time, the old architecture and decorations, yet modern enough for you to feel its modern times. Wi-Fi everywhere. It sucks because you need to provide mobile phone and I'd have to pay roaming. At least that's what I got.

Near summer solstice (~21/06) the days are the biggest and nights the shortest, the sun went down at 22:30 and got up at 3:00. Its the contrary in he winter solstice (~21/12). This is why May to September is tourist season so it's packed full. The temperature was warm enough 12C - 20C, supposedly it rain here a lot but it never did. I wonder if visiting it in March / April would be too cold and rainy... I like cold and rain though.

Saint Petersburg looks like Venice, rivers and bridges. The Neva river and all the others smell "nice". I cannot say the same for other cities with rivers running through them (* looks at my own country *). Whole place was spotless clean, not a single piece of garbage floor. YOU CANNOT DRINK TAP WATER. There are "free" washrooms which are very clean. You ask for toilette like the French.

I visited half of the big places too quickly to really appreciate it but enough to entice me to return on my own. My favourites were the historic centre (buildings, rivers, bridges), Hermitage (not the 8116627228283762 Chinese groups though) and Summer Palace (also not the Chinese they were everywhere, I've travelled plenty and I've never seen so many or so much disrespectful). The other half was closed for repairs. What a tease.

Can get scammed in both street sellers (sometimes they trick you, they sold me matrioska with 3 instead of 5 like promised) as well as legitimate souvenir shops (double the price from the streets). I got the best deals in the streets though, so keep an eye on them as they have the same stuff but at half price. I highly recommend "summary" books in your language (they sell them "everywhere") for about 10€ or 500p (I got them outside for 5€). Here I was not scammed and I made really good deals. This will change of course, but carry a calculator as exchange is easy. Rubles divided by "70" to get € (I believe "60" to get $). On the other hand, multiply € /$ for "70" or "60". Check exchange and not that some will be more anal retentive about the exchange rate than others. About half of the places accept € / $ but charge slightly more. If you have VISA you can withdraw from ATM (most have English version) and the tax isn't high. Exchange rate is more favourable in Russian soil.

There are markets open "24/7" or close to it. I know this because I had to go search for super glue at six in the morning and there was one open. Another thing worth knowing is pharmacy > ANTEKA and the traditional green cross, there are many of them. "NOBODY" anywhere except museumz speaks english but they will usually try to help (no matter the age). Take mobile with Google translate, photos, or something to draw. Improvise too. I got them to understand caviar by bringing fish and eggs together.

I want to hate Holiday Inn because of an incident with my football team. I've spent several times in different ones and yet I could not hate it, yet again. Damn them. Recommend. I found their "interpretation" of my national dishes hilarious, this is something recurrent because there were French and Italians laughing about the same.

Lots of salads, which I'm a fan of. Also soup made of salad apparently. Small doses (blasphemy for my country). Very soft meat but not much fish (understandable). Huge mugs for weak coffee they drink anytime and everywhere, as well as black tea. I like my strong espresso like any shameless Mediterranean dweller. There was a machine at the hotels but nowhere else.

Good Vodka every meal, except for one which not only was awful made me cry because it was the last meal I had there. I was offered a Vodka bottle for my sadness which I'm already chugging. There was one with Gin and Lemon(?). Please someone give the recipe if you know what it is. I almost died from how good it was.

Moscow

Moscow is opposite. Very cosmopolite, its like three cities in one. The old one (like Petersburg), the random urban jungle one, and the futuristic one. The guide said, Petersburg was more artsy and Moscow more economical.

Moscow very beautiful at night. The lights really make the place "shine" (urgh). Saw much less there because if was raining like the end of the world. I saw an old religious peregrine place (if you're not Protestant you will find their churches breathtaking), Kremlim and Red Square (its not red), as well as everything else there (Basil, Lenin).

There was some fancy mall (GUM which had limited edition dior makeup where I spent all my pocket money). I also bought a cute Moscow umbrella with monuments and a Gargarin t-shirt (first human in space) which I'd chose over all the makeup no matter if if cost 10x less. Sometimes it's the little things. I also wanted to buy shirtless Putin mounted on a bear flag but I was afraid I'd be arrested. I was very tempted in buying a shirt with Putin with Trump behind him with the word "friends' over it. Again,what if I was arrested.

There were also oil canvas 30x20 sold in souvenir shops in both cities (150€ each) and an interesting "matrioska" with all the Russian presidents since Lenin (on of them had a defect). My heart broke and a bit stayed with them as I couldn't bring them with me.

Hotel this time was Marriott. Veryyy good and veryyy bad. Rooms were better, food was worse, the reception girls were super nice but some employee stole stuff from several rooms as well (money, "lame" souvenirs - da fuq, fur hat / stoles / coats, sunglasses, even some fancy face creams). I always shove everything inside the safe and bags with secret code so I was good but I still spent one hour waiting for an engineer to come SUBSTITUTE the whole safe door because they were that determined in opening it.

Taxis have unfortunate reputations on every country. Apparently Russian taxis are cool because they are government issued. I cannot confirm. I paid 200€ for a drive and the ones that came after us paid 70€. This is of course impossible. I'd rather go on subway (I recommend checking the ones on Moscow, some are beautiful) bit I was with old people who were afraid of getting lost (how hard could it be srly). Well then. Something got lost alright.

Highly recommend!

#russia

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